Post by President Mac on Oct 3, 2016 23:04:00 GMT -6
WARNING:
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #465 | OCTOBER 3RD 2016
LIVE! from the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts
EWC BRAWL
October 3rd 2016
LIVE! from the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart
"Follow" by Breaking Benjamin blasts in the Arena.
The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Nineteen year history. From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to episode 463 last week in Charlotte
Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator and then The Rev all with the World Championship.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to Xplode, Latoya Hixx, Axle Aomori, Ashton Drake, Emma Louise, Bob Loblaw, Nurse Kinsley, Lunatic, Kenneth Williams, Tony Savage, and Mark Storm
This is followed by highlights of showcasing Monday Night Brawl Champions:
Ashton Drake, Harlow Kinsley and Xplode
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in the TD Garden is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.
A chant begins of
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight.
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Aiello: Hello and welcome to another sold-out Monday Night Brawl. We are coming to you live from the TD Garden in Boston Massachusetts. With me as always are Steve "The Predator" Bennett and Max "The Bosses Son" Carter
Bennett: It sure is great to be here after yet another very impressive EWC PPV show. This years Rumble might go down as one of our best yet, and that's saying something
Carter: Absolutely. The EWC keeps on turning out these amazing PPV events, one after the other, each stepping up the quality from the last and it's a true testimant to the talent on this roster. It's strongest from top to bottom in years
Aiello: FSW sure should be proud at what they accomplished at Rumble in the Bronx. To see Otaki come in a a massive long shot and win ... wow. Otaki becomes just the second woman ever to win the Rumble and now she finds herself facing off against the EWC Champion at WrestleFest in December
Bennett: I just got word that something is going on backstage Joe ... well lets check out whats going on
The camera feed pans backstage as we see a locker room door open. Stepping into view is Ashton Drake! He is dressed in track pants and a hooded jacket with no shirt underneath it. We can see this his ribs are heavily bandaged. Drake’s right eye is partially swollen over and heavily bruised. The fans immediately erupt in the arena upon seeing him as he walks into the hallway, a slight limp to his pace. As he arrives at the arena entrance, he looks around him, obviously in search of someone in particular. Walking by him is Shelley Silver! She looks up at him and then at his ribs, a look of possible concern upon her face. Drake returns the glance with a crooked smile.
As the fans continue to scream, Drake walks up a set of wooden steps and steps through a curtain, immediately greeted by a sea of fans as he spots the wrestling ring in the distance!
Bennett: It looks like we have a surprise visit by the EWC International Champion, Ashton Drake! Listen to these fans! Can this guy be any more red hot in this business right now?!
Carter: ..and anymore stupid? Did you see the beating that the EWC Champion, Xplode, put on him at the end of his match at Rumble in the Bronx? To even agree to compete tonight is suicide. Oh.. and his opponent is Nurse Kinsley. We may be looking at a dead man walking.
Aiello: I think his arrival tonight is more of a message if you ask me. Drake has shown his resilience time and time again. He has faced the absolute best in the company each week, and has never turned down a challenge. Soon, he will have a shot at the top prize in the company.
Bennett: If he makes it to the match! His health is in question! He can’t compete tonight.. and if he survives.. what shape will he be in when he steps into the ring with the most dominant man in EWC history, Xplode?!
Carter: I am pretty sure that Xplode has planned all of this. Kinsley facing Drake is no accident. Drake will have to make it through a gauntlet of talent if he wants to share a ring with X. Let’s look to the ring where Drake is set to address these fans.
Bennett: Sheesh… the man can barely walk.
The camera pans to the ring as we see Drake standing at center ring. The arena erupts around him as the fans cheer him on. Drake says nothing for a moment, instead patting the EWC International Championship that is buckled around his waist. Soaking up the responses for a time, Drake motions for them to quiet down.. and then he speaks.
Drake: Did all of you see what took place last weekend? It seems that I finally have Xplode’s attention? Good. You know, I am man enough to admit that X handed me an ass kicking. Hell, I could barely get out of bed this morning, let alone lace up my boots. Still.. I am here. I am ready to face Kinsley, and regardless of the outcome.. I will still be standing in this ring when the day comes around that X and I settle out business here, once and for all! The thing is, that little attack by X was pretty smart. I have to give credit where credit is due. I mean, what other choice did he have seeing as how I have played him like a bitch over the last few months, revealing every damn weakness of his to all of you fans. X is scared that someone will finally knock him off of his throne. He can feel the end coming. So.. he had to tip the scales a little bit in his favor. I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.
Drake stretches his arm and walks around the ring, coming to a stop as he leans against the turnbuckle post.
Drake: My cheekbone is busted. My eye cavity is ruptured. Two of my ribs are cracked and I have had 12 staples popped against the back of my skull. Does that make me hesitate to walk out here? Not on your damn life. It only makes me more determined. I am looking out into the eyes of the fans in this arena, and I can feel your energy. I know what you all want. Xplode needs to fall.. and it’s going to happen at my hands. I will be the next EWC Undisputed Champion. The only thing that Xplode accomplished by attacking me.. was to motivate me. This match between him and I has just become personal.
Suddenly, Xplode from the entrance, clapping his hands together as he mocks Drake! The fans begin to boo loudly as X continues down the ramp and heads towards the ring, the EWC Title slung over his shoulder. A large smile is on Xplode’s face as Drake stares at him, his eyes raging with anger.
X: Oh… it was personal a long time ago, kid.
Walking up the metal steps, X enters the ring cautiously as Drake remains against the turnbuckle post. With a microphone in hand, X approaches him.
X: Look, you had to know that I would be coming for you. Like you said, you expected no less. I have heard the rumblings in this company about how you are the future of this business. I have seen the headlines in the paper and sat through countless news alerts about how you are going to usher in a new generation. I get it. It’s annoying.. but I get it. The thing is, it’s nothing new. I have seen all of this, time and time again. New talent arrives on the scene, wins a few matches, and then all of a sidden they claim to have the keys to defeating me. Let’s look at the names? Mark Storm? Nurse Kinsley? TITAN? Shadow Man? Brett Black? Tony Savage? Luke Wolfe? Hell, I kicked Wolfe’s ass so hard that he still is feeling the boot from it. He can’t seem to get my name off of his lips. Let’s see, there was-
Drake: I get it. What you are not understanding though is that none of that has to do with me. I am different.
X: Different? (Laughing.) Hardly. As a matter of fact, you are more of the same. Sure, you seem to have these fans in your pocket like no one I have seen before, I get that. It was fun to watch at first but now it has just grown stale. Look at you! You can hardly stand right now! You are out of your league, kid. When you look at me, you are looking at the absolute best in this business… bar none. I have been headlining this company for years now, and trust me, you aren’t going to change that. Why not just be satisfied with the International Title? I mean, you have built up a little street cred with that win over… wait.. what was his name? I forget.
X laughs as Drake stares at him. The fans boo loudly.
X: I have come out here tonight to offer you a way out, kid. There is no shame in accepting my hand out. I will let you leave this ring, and hobble your ass to the front office. You can then cancel our match together and lick your wounds. Then, after I retire, you can fight it out with the rest of those idiots in the locker room over his gets to pretend to be me when I am gone.
Drake begins to approach X now, his eyes focused on the EWC Champion. Standing nose to nose with X, Drake speaks.
Drake: Regardless of whether I win or lose tonight, I will be ready to face you in a few weeks. Regardless of how many times that you jump me when my back is turned, I will be ready to put you down when our match begins. REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH YOU RUN YOUR MOUTH… I WILL BEAT YOU, X!
The fans cheer as X looks enraged! Drake stays right in his face as X steps back.
Drake: You don’t impress me. You don’t scare me… and you sure as hell don’t worry me. As a matter of fact, I have paid attention to how you do things here, and brought you a little gift in return.
Drake removes a sledgehammer from his jacket as the fans scream loudly! Xplode backs up cautiously, holding his hands up in defense.
X: Is that it?! That’s your big play?! You are going to need a bigger weapon than that to put me down!
Drake suddenly tosses the hammer on to the mat in front of Xplode, causing the fans to scream louder! X looks down at the hammer and then up at Drake as Drake smiles.
Drake: I brought you another weapon so that you don’t have any excuses..
Both X and Drake stare at one another for a moment. X slowly squats down and picks up the hammer, a smile upon his face. He stands back up.
X: Perhaps you aren’t as smart as I thought? What the hell do I need an excuse for?
Drake smiles.
Drake: So that you can explain what happens to you next…
Drake suddenly lunges at Xplode, sending his whole body into him and causing them to hit the mat! The fans stand up and scream as Xplode and Drake exchange blows! They roll around on the mat until Drake gets the upper hand! He brings haymaker after haymaker down on the EWC Champion, each time snapping Xplode’s head back! Finally, in a desperation move, X drives his knuckles into the bandaged ribs of Drake, causing him to roll away…
X slowly gets back up as the fans boo loudly. He smirks and picks up the hammer once more. Stalking Drake, he lets Drake rise up to his knees. Drake slowly stands up to his feet. X brings the hammer back and-
Aiello: OH MY GAWD! LOOK AT THAT!!!
Drake suddenly counters by sweeping the legs out from under Xplode! Not letting up, Drake plants his feet as Xplode rushes to stand up! Drake kicks him in the gut and hooks the arms, nailing Xplode’s finisher.. THE DROP ZONE!!
Carter: DRAKE JUST USED XPLODE’S FINISHER… THE DROP ZONE!!! THE CHAMP IS DOWN!! THE CHAMP IS DOWN!!!
Xplode is flat on his back as Drake sits up, holding his ribs. He looks out at the fans and then at Xplode. Without further hesitation, Drake rolls forward and locks in his finisher… THE MACHINE!!! Xplode immediately wakes back up, his face red as he screams in pain!!! Drake pulls back hard on the submission hold, causing himself as just as much pain as X feels! Security teams rush down the rampway and slide into the ring, and attempt to force Drake to release Xplode! Drake keeps the hold on for as long as he can, until his arms are ripped away!! The ring is filled with black shirts as both men are kept away from one another!!
Aiello: OH… WOW. This is getting crazy! The challenger has just fired back against the champion. Somebody takes us to commercial! We need order in here!!
Xplode tries to rush Drake but the guards hold him back! Finally, we see a look of shock on Xplode’s face as he spots Drake staring back at him. Both the EWC Undisputed Championship AND the International Championship are in his hands as he holds them over his head!! The fans scream with delight as Drake glares back at X with title belts in tow.
The feed fades out as we see Xplode gritting his teeth.. a look of shock on his face.
Bennett: It sure is great to be here after yet another very impressive EWC PPV show. This years Rumble might go down as one of our best yet, and that's saying something
Carter: Absolutely. The EWC keeps on turning out these amazing PPV events, one after the other, each stepping up the quality from the last and it's a true testimant to the talent on this roster. It's strongest from top to bottom in years
Aiello: FSW sure should be proud at what they accomplished at Rumble in the Bronx. To see Otaki come in a a massive long shot and win ... wow. Otaki becomes just the second woman ever to win the Rumble and now she finds herself facing off against the EWC Champion at WrestleFest in December
Bennett: I just got word that something is going on backstage Joe ... well lets check out whats going on
BACKSTAGE
The camera feed pans backstage as we see a locker room door open. Stepping into view is Ashton Drake! He is dressed in track pants and a hooded jacket with no shirt underneath it. We can see this his ribs are heavily bandaged. Drake’s right eye is partially swollen over and heavily bruised. The fans immediately erupt in the arena upon seeing him as he walks into the hallway, a slight limp to his pace. As he arrives at the arena entrance, he looks around him, obviously in search of someone in particular. Walking by him is Shelley Silver! She looks up at him and then at his ribs, a look of possible concern upon her face. Drake returns the glance with a crooked smile.
As the fans continue to scream, Drake walks up a set of wooden steps and steps through a curtain, immediately greeted by a sea of fans as he spots the wrestling ring in the distance!
Bennett: It looks like we have a surprise visit by the EWC International Champion, Ashton Drake! Listen to these fans! Can this guy be any more red hot in this business right now?!
Carter: ..and anymore stupid? Did you see the beating that the EWC Champion, Xplode, put on him at the end of his match at Rumble in the Bronx? To even agree to compete tonight is suicide. Oh.. and his opponent is Nurse Kinsley. We may be looking at a dead man walking.
Aiello: I think his arrival tonight is more of a message if you ask me. Drake has shown his resilience time and time again. He has faced the absolute best in the company each week, and has never turned down a challenge. Soon, he will have a shot at the top prize in the company.
Bennett: If he makes it to the match! His health is in question! He can’t compete tonight.. and if he survives.. what shape will he be in when he steps into the ring with the most dominant man in EWC history, Xplode?!
Carter: I am pretty sure that Xplode has planned all of this. Kinsley facing Drake is no accident. Drake will have to make it through a gauntlet of talent if he wants to share a ring with X. Let’s look to the ring where Drake is set to address these fans.
Bennett: Sheesh… the man can barely walk.
The camera pans to the ring as we see Drake standing at center ring. The arena erupts around him as the fans cheer him on. Drake says nothing for a moment, instead patting the EWC International Championship that is buckled around his waist. Soaking up the responses for a time, Drake motions for them to quiet down.. and then he speaks.
Drake: Did all of you see what took place last weekend? It seems that I finally have Xplode’s attention? Good. You know, I am man enough to admit that X handed me an ass kicking. Hell, I could barely get out of bed this morning, let alone lace up my boots. Still.. I am here. I am ready to face Kinsley, and regardless of the outcome.. I will still be standing in this ring when the day comes around that X and I settle out business here, once and for all! The thing is, that little attack by X was pretty smart. I have to give credit where credit is due. I mean, what other choice did he have seeing as how I have played him like a bitch over the last few months, revealing every damn weakness of his to all of you fans. X is scared that someone will finally knock him off of his throne. He can feel the end coming. So.. he had to tip the scales a little bit in his favor. I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.
Drake stretches his arm and walks around the ring, coming to a stop as he leans against the turnbuckle post.
Drake: My cheekbone is busted. My eye cavity is ruptured. Two of my ribs are cracked and I have had 12 staples popped against the back of my skull. Does that make me hesitate to walk out here? Not on your damn life. It only makes me more determined. I am looking out into the eyes of the fans in this arena, and I can feel your energy. I know what you all want. Xplode needs to fall.. and it’s going to happen at my hands. I will be the next EWC Undisputed Champion. The only thing that Xplode accomplished by attacking me.. was to motivate me. This match between him and I has just become personal.
Suddenly, Xplode from the entrance, clapping his hands together as he mocks Drake! The fans begin to boo loudly as X continues down the ramp and heads towards the ring, the EWC Title slung over his shoulder. A large smile is on Xplode’s face as Drake stares at him, his eyes raging with anger.
X: Oh… it was personal a long time ago, kid.
Walking up the metal steps, X enters the ring cautiously as Drake remains against the turnbuckle post. With a microphone in hand, X approaches him.
X: Look, you had to know that I would be coming for you. Like you said, you expected no less. I have heard the rumblings in this company about how you are the future of this business. I have seen the headlines in the paper and sat through countless news alerts about how you are going to usher in a new generation. I get it. It’s annoying.. but I get it. The thing is, it’s nothing new. I have seen all of this, time and time again. New talent arrives on the scene, wins a few matches, and then all of a sidden they claim to have the keys to defeating me. Let’s look at the names? Mark Storm? Nurse Kinsley? TITAN? Shadow Man? Brett Black? Tony Savage? Luke Wolfe? Hell, I kicked Wolfe’s ass so hard that he still is feeling the boot from it. He can’t seem to get my name off of his lips. Let’s see, there was-
Drake: I get it. What you are not understanding though is that none of that has to do with me. I am different.
X: Different? (Laughing.) Hardly. As a matter of fact, you are more of the same. Sure, you seem to have these fans in your pocket like no one I have seen before, I get that. It was fun to watch at first but now it has just grown stale. Look at you! You can hardly stand right now! You are out of your league, kid. When you look at me, you are looking at the absolute best in this business… bar none. I have been headlining this company for years now, and trust me, you aren’t going to change that. Why not just be satisfied with the International Title? I mean, you have built up a little street cred with that win over… wait.. what was his name? I forget.
X laughs as Drake stares at him. The fans boo loudly.
X: I have come out here tonight to offer you a way out, kid. There is no shame in accepting my hand out. I will let you leave this ring, and hobble your ass to the front office. You can then cancel our match together and lick your wounds. Then, after I retire, you can fight it out with the rest of those idiots in the locker room over his gets to pretend to be me when I am gone.
Drake begins to approach X now, his eyes focused on the EWC Champion. Standing nose to nose with X, Drake speaks.
Drake: Regardless of whether I win or lose tonight, I will be ready to face you in a few weeks. Regardless of how many times that you jump me when my back is turned, I will be ready to put you down when our match begins. REGARDLESS OF HOW MUCH YOU RUN YOUR MOUTH… I WILL BEAT YOU, X!
The fans cheer as X looks enraged! Drake stays right in his face as X steps back.
Drake: You don’t impress me. You don’t scare me… and you sure as hell don’t worry me. As a matter of fact, I have paid attention to how you do things here, and brought you a little gift in return.
Drake removes a sledgehammer from his jacket as the fans scream loudly! Xplode backs up cautiously, holding his hands up in defense.
X: Is that it?! That’s your big play?! You are going to need a bigger weapon than that to put me down!
Drake suddenly tosses the hammer on to the mat in front of Xplode, causing the fans to scream louder! X looks down at the hammer and then up at Drake as Drake smiles.
Drake: I brought you another weapon so that you don’t have any excuses..
Both X and Drake stare at one another for a moment. X slowly squats down and picks up the hammer, a smile upon his face. He stands back up.
X: Perhaps you aren’t as smart as I thought? What the hell do I need an excuse for?
Drake smiles.
Drake: So that you can explain what happens to you next…
Drake suddenly lunges at Xplode, sending his whole body into him and causing them to hit the mat! The fans stand up and scream as Xplode and Drake exchange blows! They roll around on the mat until Drake gets the upper hand! He brings haymaker after haymaker down on the EWC Champion, each time snapping Xplode’s head back! Finally, in a desperation move, X drives his knuckles into the bandaged ribs of Drake, causing him to roll away…
X slowly gets back up as the fans boo loudly. He smirks and picks up the hammer once more. Stalking Drake, he lets Drake rise up to his knees. Drake slowly stands up to his feet. X brings the hammer back and-
Aiello: OH MY GAWD! LOOK AT THAT!!!
Drake suddenly counters by sweeping the legs out from under Xplode! Not letting up, Drake plants his feet as Xplode rushes to stand up! Drake kicks him in the gut and hooks the arms, nailing Xplode’s finisher.. THE DROP ZONE!!
Carter: DRAKE JUST USED XPLODE’S FINISHER… THE DROP ZONE!!! THE CHAMP IS DOWN!! THE CHAMP IS DOWN!!!
Xplode is flat on his back as Drake sits up, holding his ribs. He looks out at the fans and then at Xplode. Without further hesitation, Drake rolls forward and locks in his finisher… THE MACHINE!!! Xplode immediately wakes back up, his face red as he screams in pain!!! Drake pulls back hard on the submission hold, causing himself as just as much pain as X feels! Security teams rush down the rampway and slide into the ring, and attempt to force Drake to release Xplode! Drake keeps the hold on for as long as he can, until his arms are ripped away!! The ring is filled with black shirts as both men are kept away from one another!!
Aiello: OH… WOW. This is getting crazy! The challenger has just fired back against the champion. Somebody takes us to commercial! We need order in here!!
Xplode tries to rush Drake but the guards hold him back! Finally, we see a look of shock on Xplode’s face as he spots Drake staring back at him. Both the EWC Undisputed Championship AND the International Championship are in his hands as he holds them over his head!! The fans scream with delight as Drake glares back at X with title belts in tow.
The feed fades out as we see Xplode gritting his teeth.. a look of shock on his face.
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SPARTAN
Vs EMMA LOUISE
Aiello: Well folks .. that was a difficult scene to witness. Ashton Drake has certainly sent a message to everyone in the EWC, especially our EWC Champion. Now is the time though for our first match of the night
Jessica Stroup: Your opening bout is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making his debut, standing 6'6” and weighing in at 236 lbs, from Los Angeles, California he is SPARTAN!
The fans start booing as “Sparta” by Sabaton hits the PA system. He walks out, looks at the crowd then makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans. Spartan gets into the ring, stands on the ropes and looks at the crowd.
Aiello: Spartan is debuting here tonight against a woman who has been doing very lately.
Bennett: She got the number one spot in the rumble from the boss.
Carter: It didn’t help her, though. Not much, anyway.
Jessica Stroup: His opponent, standing 5'6” and weighing in at several pounds of girly goodness, from New York City, New York, she is EMMA LOUISE!
”This Little Girl” by Cady Groves plays and Emma steps through the curtain. Blows a kiss to the crowd a la Maria and walks, half dancing to the ring where she slips feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.
Aiello: And here she is, ladies and gentlemen.
Bennett: Spartan looks like one tough son o bitch, I’ll tell ya that.
Carter: I agree, but he’s going to have a task with Emma here.
The referee checks both for weapons and calls fore the bell.
DING DING DING
The two start with a grapple, but Spartan grabs his opponents hair, and slams her back hard on the canvas. He walks over and stomps on Emma's shoulder's and back as she gets up. As she stands up, Spartan hits a pop-up European uppercut then head butts her. She leans onto the ropes, gets a few blows over her head, thrown into ropes, comes back and is hit with a kitchen sink.
He stands up and drops his head on her's several times, as she rolls over and gets up, Spartan grabs her waist, hits a German suplex. He then runs over and kicks her calves several times as Emma tries to stand up. As he goes for a DDT, Emma counters by elbowing his gut, and hits a cross chop.
Aiello: Good presence there by Emma, blocking that DDT.
Bennett: Both looking good tonight, actually.
Carter: The match is still young.
Emma stands up as the crowd cheers loudly. She walks over, kicking as Spartan stands up and hits a back heel kick as she bends over. The two go down and Emma starts slapping the back of Spartan's head. He manages to get thrown but is hit with an X-Factor by Emma. The fans start popping up as Emma takes to a corner, and taunts Spartan. He stands on his feet, Emma runs over but Spartan hits a overhead belly-to-belly suplex. The fans groan feeling the slam themselves, Spartan walks over, drops down and starts slapping the back of her head as Emma lays down.
Aiello: Spartan dishing out the punishment here on Emma.
Bennett: You wanna rephrase that?
Carter: Are you two done?
Spartan picks up Emma by using her hair, causing the crowd to boo, whips her into a corner and goes for a Hoplite Lunge and connects. He whips her to the other side of the ring hard, she stumbles out slowly and gets hit with super kick, then Spartan goes down for the pin...
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KICK OUT BY EMMA LOUISE!
Aiello: Spartan with the Superkick!
Bennett: But Emma managed to kick out of it!
Carter: It was said already, Emma is making waves for a reason.
Spartan throws several fists over his opponent's face, lifts Emma up in between his legs and goes for a Powerbomb but Emma counters with a DDT. The fans pop loudly as Emma sits up, leans over and punches her opponents face. Emma gets up on the ropes, and waits for Spartan, he stands up dizzy, turns around and is hit with a diving spear.
Emma rolls off, pops up quickly, and pulls Spartan on his feet. She hits him with several fists and a loud slap across his face. He trips back and lands on the ropes, she walks over, Spartan comes out swinging and Emma grabs him from behind and hits the Em's The Brakes! The crowd cheers loudly as she goes for the pin...
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KICK OUT BY SPARTAN!
Aiello: I thought Emma had him right then.
Bennett: Tough son o bitch, this guy.
Carter: What’s this here?
Emma gets up, and Spartan follows, but out of nowhere, hits the Girl Crush on Spartan, and goes for another pin.
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DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, EMMA LOUISE!
Aiello: What a great win by Emma Louise here tonight who picks up a win after losing in her title match at Rumble in the Bronx. It's good to see Emma back to her winning ways. Of course Spartan also had an excellent debut tonight showing a ton of promise. We look forward to his next match. We will be back after these messages
COMMERCIAL BREAK
RINGSIDE
The Lights go out and flicker red and white. As they do, the titantron flickers has well, from black to black and white, after ten seconds of flickering the lights and titantron go completely dark.
'Migraine' hits the PA System as the crowd blows up in a mix of cheers and boos.
Aiello: WOAH! Axles out here but...he's out here by himself without the sling...does this mean he's back full-time?
Bennett: That would be one hell of a boost to BRAWL if he is, Joe.
The lights stay black as a red spotlight focuses in on the stage where Axle is standing, his back facing the ramp while he holds his head down. He has a black leather jacket on with his TX Symbol on it and Anarchy curved above the symbol, with black jeans and boots. When the first drum beat hits Axle turns around as a grin slips across his face. He flips the hood to the jacket he is wearing down and unzips it revealing his new Axle and Anarchy shirt. He looks around keeping the same smirk on his face as boos and cheers still echo throughout the historic TD Garden. Axle slowly proceeds down the entrance ramp before stopping in the middle, the smirk on his face has gone to a full smile. As he stops red pyro shoots out from the stage, after the pyro ends Axle continues his decent down the ramp, turning left as he reaches the end. He grabs a microphone as he begins his ascent up the steps, which is proceeded by him climbing in through the middle and top ropes and walking to the middle of the ring.
Guess who's back? Back again? No...not Eminem, the damn Arch Angel, the one and only....me! Axle Aomori!! I've finally healed up and ready to take the damn EWC by storm once again!
Aiello: It sure looks like he's just as pumped up and arrogant as he always was...
I'm not here to pussy foot, or to act like I'm just going to play around. The only two people that knew about my return was my good friend, Luke Wolfe and the boss man, President Mac. Though I still don't like him. I came out here to let you know that my plan, the plan to take over the EWC, with Anarchy '16, is in full force. This is the time for the Arch Angel to prove to everyone here in the EWC that I am not just some mid carder who gets shots every now and then. I am here to let Ashton Drake know. To put that punk on notice, I'm coming for that International Title he has around his waist. Whether it be in the next month or three months down the line. That title he currently holds will be around my waist, and after I get that I am going after Xplode. That's right, Mr. EWC. You're on my radar as well. No one is safe from me anymore. Whether it be Harlow Kinsley, Ashton Drake, or Xplode. They all are on borrowed time.
Axle lowers the microphone from his lips as a grin slowly creeps across his face. As he does 'For Whom The Bell Tolls' hits the PA system and the rest of Anarchy, lead by Luke Wolfe, walks out from the back. They slowly make their way down the ramp and climb into the ring. Wolfe walks over towards Axle, extends his hand and Axle reaches his arm out and shakes Lukes hand followed by a grin that creeps across his face.
My brothers have came out here to support me, to show that no matter what they have my back. Luke Wolfe, Derek Wellings, and the rest of Anarchy has held down the fort while I've been injured. Although I have been out here with them, I haven't had the true impact I could have, that I was having before my dislocated shoulder. Now that I am healthy Anarchy is finally at full force again, we're on our way up. The proof? Luke Wolfe is the current and reigning United States Champion, he won't be the only champion for long though, I plan on taking that International Title from Ashton Drake the first opportunity I get. I'm not bullshitting anyone, I'm not just speaking to hear my voice, this is a notice to Drake. Keep that title warm for me little buddy, I'm coming for it, and coming for it hard. I don't care who I have to go through.
Axle takes a breath once more, the crowd has gone from cheers to mainly boos now.
Keep booing me, see if I give a shit, I didn't before and I don't now. The Arch Angel has finally gotten healthy and is still here to help deliver the message that Luke Wolfe is conveying. It gets lost in the shuffle, he makes it clear but it doesn't get across to you shallow minded, insignificant people. Since it's creation, Anarchy has always been the driving force behind the EWC. With Luke Wolfe as United States Champion we're finally showing our real strength. So while I have my own goal, that I will be going after, and will be achieving, the true goal of Anarchy will not get lost, it will not go to the way side, we will take over and spread our message across the EWC.
Axle drops the mic and the lights go out. As they come back on a TX symbol is standing in the ring but Anarchy is nowhere to be seen.
Aiello: Where the hell did they go!? Very strange. Well I guess we will just move onto our next match, Mark Storm makes his return as does his opponent ... Tiffani Lopez
MARK STORM
Vs TIFFANI LOPEZ
Cater: Here we go folks, the return of Mark Storm and Tiffani Lopez.
Stroup: Ladies and Gentleman our second match of the evening is scheduled for one fall. First, from some random city in California, standing 5'6" and weighing in at 125 lbs ... Tiffani Lopez!!!
The fans begin to cheer as 'LoveFuryPassionEnergy' by Boy Hits Car hits the PA. Out walks Tiffani. With her trademark red goggles and jacket. She bounces up and down in preparation of her match. She walks down The ramp and enters the ring
Aiello: Great to have Tiffani back in the EWC, and it looks like the fans are happy to see her also
Stroup: And her opponent, from New York City New York, standing at 6 foot 3 and 220 lbs ... the former EWC World Champion ... Mark Storm!!!
The crowd waits for Marks music to hit
Aiello: We will see how Tiffani can handle the size difference in this match. Mark clearly being the much larger of the two
Bennett: I'm getting word from Ace Heart that Mark Storm isn't in the building
Carter: What?
Bennett: Yeah, Mark isn't here. Something about missing a connecting plane
Aiello: Oh boy, President Mac will not be happy about this ... a possible fine will be coming Mark Storms way
Stroup: Ladies and Gentleman ... I regret to inform you that Mark Storm is unable to attend tonight's match, therefore the winner via no-show disqualification ... Tiffani Lopez
Tiffani does not look happy as she is declared the victor. She exits the ring and slowly makes her way up the ramp signing autographs along the way
Aiello: Well this is a sad turn of events here folks, we apologize for this. We will be back with more action after these messages.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens to the door of a dressing room backstage. The focus is on the nameplate, which bares "Alexis Morrison", in bland non fanciful manner. It lingers until the woman whom the plate heralds comes into view wearing her regular clothes and a gym bag slung over shoulder. She fiddles with the door and opens it.
Stepping in, the camera follows her into the darkness while she fumbles for the light switch on the wall. She reaches it and flicks it on, and to her shock, surprise, and slight startlement the room explodes with all kinds of fast beat techno style music, fancy lights, balloons floating, confetti falling, and a big banner unfurls from the ceiling that has the likeness of Polly Pocket and Alexis Morrison on it.
Polly: HAPPY TAG TEAM BIRTHING DAY! YAY! YAAAAAY!
Screaming atop her little lungs is Morrison's tag partner for the handicap match tonight, Polly Pocket. The Tiny Tornado wastes no time fairy skipping up to the bewildered Alexis and blowing a party popper thingy right in her face. The Anti-Starlet swipes it out of the girl's mouth and tosses it on the ground. Undeterred, Polly produces another one and attempts to blow it, but Alexis grabs it too, crumbles it, then throws it away. Meanwhile, in the background, Polly's manager, Peter, prances around sashaying his girly-man hips while blowing bubbles all over the place.
Alexis: What in the FUCK is this? WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?
Polly gestures with her hand and spins toward the room.
Polly: We're a team now and we need to start off on the right foot as you humelings say. Sooooo I totes went out of my way to put this together for you, I mean us, to celebrate this momentous occasion. Come, come! I brought stuffs.
Before Alexis can utter a word, Polly skips away to the large coffee table and bends over in front of it, her hands working fast to sort through a bunch of stuff she brought to the party. Peter finally stops blowing bubbles and claps, which makes the music and falling stuff all "magically" dissipate.
Polly: See? I brought cupcakes, fruits, gum drops *wink-wink* and other treats. I even brought gluten free BOSTON CREAM PIE if you have tummy issues. Mmmmm mmmm sure looks good; yummy yummy in my tummy. Oh and board-games and of course step by step instructional battle plans for our handicap match tonight with Latoya Hixx. Come, sit!
Polly plops on the couch and bounces up and down, barely able to contain her giddiness.
The scene suddenly cuts to the hallway and about ten seconds later Polly comes flying out of the room and into the hallway, followed by Peter shortly thereafter. The door slams shut with a loud retort and some cursing from the other side is heard. The two good-doers brush themselves off and help each other up.
Peter: Uh, wow. She's not such a nice person.
Polly: RUDE! Ugh. Such a meanie head. Gosh.
The pair head away from the camera as the scene slowly fades to black
HANDI-CAP MATCH
ALEXIS MORRISON
& POLLY POCKET
Vs LATOYA HIXX
[THIS ALSO MARKS THE FINAL MATCH FOR LATOYA HIXX ON BRAWL BEFORE MOVING TO PARAMOUNT ]
& POLLY POCKET
Vs LATOYA HIXX
[THIS ALSO MARKS THE FINAL MATCH FOR LATOYA HIXX ON BRAWL BEFORE MOVING TO PARAMOUNT ]
Aiello: Here we go folks, the final time we will see Latoya Hixx on BRAWL and boy what a match this will be. For the second time this season we have a 2 on 1 Handi-Cap match and it's all ladies
Bennett: I've already got a boner thinking about it. Where the jello at?
Stroup: Ladies and gentleman, the following is a handicap, two on one match, scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, Latoya Hixx!
Sky’s The Limit by CFO$ hit’s the PA system and Latoya makes her way out from the back wearing her white shades. Coming to the ring, Latoya posed and showed her BOSS brass knuckles to the camera man and the crowd. Then, she turned to and pointed to a middle aged couple in the crowd, mouthing “Mom and Dad, this is for you.” She blew a kiss in their direction before climbing into the ring.
Stroup: And her first opponent, from East of the River Bliss, Polly Pocket!
43 seconds into Aqua's "Barbie Girl Orchestra Remix" Polly Pocket comes fairy skipping into view. The fans cheer the Tiny Tornado as she makes her way down the ramp dressed in her blue and silver glittery tight-tight short shorts and matching top, with tutu around her waist. She is also sporting white wrestling boots with silver glitter all over them. Polly tags hands and does a few little cute curtsy bows to the masses before stopping at ringside and raising her wand in the air. She presses a button and out shoots a bunch of glitter that wafts through the air and onto the fans. She skips around the ring tagging hands and hugging fans before finally sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and popping to her vertical base. Polly takes to the center of the ring as her name is officially announced, and rips off her tutu to show that magnificently built lower body. She then retreats to her corner.
A low tone beat mixed with an electronic guitar sounds through the arena for a few seconds before going full force over the sound system. Cameras get a close up of the giant screen as the Anti-Starlet logo is presented in 3D to boos within the EWC Universe. A video package plays a montage with clips of Alexis Morrison backstage and matches in the company. This all leads to a fading transition to the entrance way. Alexis walks out of smoke wearing her leather jacket, her blonde hair fell behind the woman, and she walks down the aisle.
Stroup: And her partner, from Santa Monica, California, Alexis Morrison!
She stops, looks at the ring for a moment, circles it, then immediately goes patting the steel steps showing her respect to those who passed on before walking up these steps and climbing into the ring. Alexis Morrison cuts straight toward her turnbuckle spot, takes off her jacket, and adjusts her finger-less gloves.
Aiello: Now that we’re all here, we can get underway in just a moment or so.
Bennett: These ladies had better not bore me. That Polly is a tart, though. You think she’d like to go get coffee with me some night?
Carter: Someone needs to cancel your Netflix, man.
Latoya stands in her corner, stretching, prepping for her final match on Brawl. On the other side of the ring, Alexis and Polly are having a heated debate.
DING DING DING
The bell rings, and the referee comes over to them, telling them to decide who would start. Alexis looks angry, but holds her hands up in submission and steps to the apron. As Polly turns her back, Alexis slaps her on the back, tagging herself into the match. She hops over the top rope into the ring and strides passed Polly without looking her away as Polly stares a hole into her back before the referee forces her out of the ring.
Aiello: Tension is not good, and these two have plenty of it between them.
Bennett: If Polly has some tension, I know a good masseuse. Goes by the name of Steve. No relation.
Carter: It just never stops.
Latoya charged toward Alexis, but the former United States champion side stepped her, and grabbed her from behind and then slammed her with a German Suplex, a move she was rarely seen executing. Latoya groaned but got to her feet quickly to catch a Dropkick to the face from Alexis, sending her back to the mat. This time, Latoya was mounted before she could get up. Alexis buried her fists into Latoya’s midsection, making her groan in pain.
In the front row, Latoya’s parents watched on in concern, with her mother covering her mouth. Alexis got up and grabbed Latoya by the hair, pulling her to her feet, and then leveling her with a vicious Fisherman Neckbreaker. On the Apron, Polly looked like she wanted to be tagged in. Alexis looked her way, scowled, and turned back to Latoya, picking her up again. Latoya pokes Alexis in the eye and ducks behind her, and out of nowhere, hits her with the Double Knee Back Breaker, driving her back. Polly looks stunned, but quickly comes into the ring to stop the pin before the referee has a chance to begin counting.
Aiello: Latoya got off a finisher out of nowhere, there, but the save from Polly prevents a count.
Bennett: Latoya’s final night on brawl. She’d love to win before heading off to FSW, I’m sure.
Carter: Easier said that done, though. Polly and Alexis are no slouches.
Alexis get up, favoring her back a bit, but ducks a Clothesline from Latoya, who rebounds off the opposite ropes. Alexis goes for her trademark the 20 Eyes, but Latoya managed to catch her out of the air, and seemed to be going for as Power Bomb, but Alexis twists and takes Latoya down with an Inverted Frankensteiner. Alexis picks the woman up again, and goes for a second Inverted Frankensteiner, driving Latoya into the mat again. Alexis went for the pin.
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KICKOUT
Aiello: Alexis almost got the win there, but Latoya refuses to lose with her parents here.
Bennett: I wonder how much more of this punishment Latoya can take.
Carter: Alexis is in a foul mood tonight, and seems to want to make an example of Latoya.
A bit out of breath, Alexis looks to her corner, where Polly is looking on, almost concernedly. Alexis smirks before dropping an Elbow on Latoya. The woman moaned in pain, but Alexis stayed on the attack, stomping away at the midsection of Latoya. Picking her up, Alexis whipped Latoya into her corner, and as she came running behind her, Polly tagged herself into the match, and a stare-down ensued. Polly, the smaller of the pair, didn’t back down from the murderous gaze of Alexis as she was forced out of the ring. Polly dragged Latoya out of the corner, thinking Alexis had done enough damage, and went for a pin.
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Kickout!
Somehow, Latoya managed to stay alive in the match. Polly sighed as she stepped back, allowing Latoya a chance to get up. This drew yells from her partner Alexis, but Polly ignored it, and instead went on the offensive after Latoya made it to a vertical base, tackling her to the mat and getting a rollup.
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Kickout!
Latoya poked Polly in the eye and went for a Roundhouse Kick, but missed as Polly fell back into the corner, tagging Alexis back in. Alexis immediately comes in and takes Latoya down with the 20 Eyes. In the front row, Latoya’s mother had turned to her father, unable to keep watching. Alexis went upstairs and went for the Phoenix Splash, nailing Latoya. Alexis went for a pin, but Latoya rolled her up, pinning her.
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Alexis was angry now, and when she got up, she took Latoya down with a Forever Night. Looking in the crowd, she scowled at Latoya’s parent before picking her up and hitting the Forever Night again, and then a third time. On the third, she stood too close to the ropes and Polly tagged herself in. The referee forced Alexis out of the ring. Polly, looking back and forth between Alexis and Latoya suddenly picked up Latoya, propping her up, and then laid down on the mat and let Latoya fall down on her, covering her.
Aiello: What in the…!?
Bennett: If Polly wanted someone to lay on top of her, all she had to do was ask.
Carter: This looks like some sort of protest statement to me.
The referee looked at her, confused, but didn’t begin counting immediately. Alexis managed to break the count at 2, grabbing Polly by the hair. The two began brawling for a moment before Alexis hits her partner with the Forever Night, laying her out. Alexis then turned to Latoya and covered her. Alexis wasn’t the legal person and the referee refused to count. Alexis got up and screamed at him, but he gestured that she was not tagged in. Alexis fumed and grabbed Polly, dragging her to the corner and propping her up before stepping to the apron and tapping her should.
Alexis: Happy?!
The referee nodded and Alexis covered Latoya again.
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DING DING DING
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, Alexis Morrison and Polly Pocket!
Aiello: Latoya Hixx stood her ground tonight and did much better than most predicted. We all wish her the very best in FSW. We will be back with more BRAWL after these messages
COMMERCIAL BREAK
HARDCORE RULES - NO DQ MATCH
HARLOW KINSLEY
Vs ASHTON DRAKE
Aiello: Here we go ladies and gentleman. One of the most talked about matches in weeks, champion vs champion, our main event is here. We saw Ashton earlier tonight, taking out revenge and frustration on our champion, removing a possible threat to tonights match too.
The lights fade to a dark grey, and the arena becomes silent instantly. The video screen above entrance flickers to life, showing an image of a man, his eyes ready for battle.
Explosions rocket from the stage, catching the fans off guard as "Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)" by Journey. begins to play! Stepping into view, Ashton Drake runs to the end of the stage and crouches wearing the International Championship around his waist, looking out into the sea of fans. There is a sarcastic smile on his face, as he shakes his head, overwhelmed by the fans around him!
Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Brooklyn, NEW YORK! He is the EWC International Champion! ... ASHTON DRAKE!!!
Nodding his head, Ashton hops up to his feet and cranks his arm. He then heads down the rampway and runs towards the ring as the fans cheer him on. His dark pupils stare at the ring as the arena explodes around him. Arriving at ringside, Ashton hops up to the ring apron and remains in place.. looking out at the fans around him.
Nodding his head once again, Ashton enters the ring and slowly struts around, his arms held out as he soaks up the fans' responses. His theme song slowly fades out as Ashton ascends a turnbuckle, finding a seat on the top pad. The fans continue to cheer as the theme song comes to an end.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…
The lighting in the arena starts to flicker and strobe to the beat as Melissa Auf Der Maur's "Whispers and Potions" hits the PA. Harlow Kinsley stumbles her way down the ramp, staring off into space with a vacant expression. She sometimes sways or moves to the music, holding the X-Division Championship on her shoulder, she and occasionally stops to stare down members of the audience; otherwise, she barely seems to know where she is.
Jessica Stroup: …From Bloody Corners, Ohio… weighing in at 130 pounds… She is the EWC X-Division Champion… NURSE HARLOW KINSLEY!!!
When she reaches the ring, Kinsley slips beneath the bottom rope, slowly crawling her way across the ring. She makes it one of the corners, where she slumps against the turnbuckle, gazing off at the ceiling. After several seconds of just sitting there with a blank face on, she grabs the middle ropes with both hands, and hoists herself to her feet.
Aiello: Two of Brawl’s best inside the cage here, Champion vs Champion, no belts on the line here, just pride.
Bennett: I have to give the edge to Kinsley, this is hardcore, and in that playground she has been unstoppable.
Carter: How can anyone bet against the undefeated Ashton Drake? He has gone through the best of the best. I think this is gonna be a Hell of a fight. They are both wearing gold for a reason.
DING! DING! DING!
The ref takes the title belts, and hands them outside the ring. Drake and Kinsley stare eachother down from opposite sides of the ring. Each of them cautious to start this match executing their gameplan. Drake starts to hope around the ring, bouncing off the ropes, as Kinsley just stands in the corner. Drake loses his patients and walks over to her in the corner and begins trash talking her right in her face. She hardly moves a muscle and just responds with a tilt of her head. Drake goes for a swing but Kinsley quickly makes the switch and Drake has been turned around in the turnbuckle and Kinsley quickly goes to work pounding away at Drake.
Drake manages to block one and then turn it around on the Nurse as he returns the favor, and then drags her forehead across the top rope! She falls to one knee, but shows little to no pain or frustration. Drake grabs her picking her up to her feet, and sling shots her across the ring she hits the other side drake meets her in the middle looking for a clothsline, but she ducks it and hits the other side bouncing off nailing Drake with a running knee to the skull! Drake stumbles backwards into the turnbuckle!
Kinsley wastes no time, and lifts Drake to the top rope, grabbing his neck looking for a cutter, but Drake holds onto the top rope and blocks it! He grabs Kinsley around the neck and lifts her up in a hangman! She kicks as her feet hang off the ground, he drops her and she goes to her hands and knees and he hops off the turnbuckle and elbow drops her in the middle of her back!
Aiello: What an array of back and forth action!
Bennett: It’s hard to say just who this one is going to go to… they both seem to have studied their opponent.
Carter: I expected nothing less, they are both champions for a reason.
Drake picks up Kinsley and chokes her leaning her up against the ropes! But Kinsley wraps her arm under the bottom rope, and uses Drakes own momentum to shove them both over the top rope to the floor! Drake tumbles hitting his head on the guard rail, as Kinsley reaches under the ring, pulling out a staple gun! She walks over to Drake and he blocks her from coming down on his head! He shoves her off, she places the staple gun on the ring apron, and grabs Drake as he gets to his feet, she sling shots him into the steel steps and he crashes into them shoulder first! She grabs the staple gun off the ring apron, and Drake is too stunned to stop her, and she shoves it down on his forehead and staples TWO into his forehead! She holds it up in the air as she drops it to the mat!
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
Carter: Well theres something you don’t see every day…
Aiello: Kinsley with a staple gun! You know, you would think that would sound strange in a wrestling match, but I’ve said weirder things during The Nurse’s matches.
Bennett: Wicked…
Blood starts to trickle down Drake’s forehead and he holds his head in pain grabbing at the staples trying to put some distance between him and Kinsley while he tries to pull them out. But Kinsley closes fast, grabbing a beer bottle out of a fan’s hand at ringside, the fan didn’t even see it coming, she spins Drake around and SMASHES him in the face with the beer bottle!!! Drake is busted wide open now! Kinsley just looks down at the fallen bloody Drake in a sadistic almost pleasure filled way. She leans down and picks up Drake throwing him in the ring. She slides in and goes for the cover!
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KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: Kickout at one!
Bennett: I don’t believe it! How the hell did he pull that off???
Kinsley doesn’t seem to even care as she picks up drake, who is now bleeding profusely, he nails her with a couple of punches to the midsection as she tries to pick him up, and Drake suddenly without warning locks her in the triangle choke submission!!! The crowd pops! Kinsley falls to her knees struggling to get free, Drake refuses to break the hold! Kinsley uses her positioning to push Drake back on his shoulders!
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TWO!
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DRAKE RELEASES THE HOLD AND GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Carter: Close call there for BOTH superstars!
Kinsley falls back into a seated position, trying to regain her composure, as Drake slowly rolls over on his side, as blood starts to flow freely down his forehead. Kinsley slowly climbs to the top rope, and in a bit of a shocker Drake jumps to his feet with a burst of energy and walks up the turnbuckle looking to belly to belly suplex her off, but Kinsley bites his face!!!! Drake refuses to fall off, she releases and blood is dripping from her lips. The both climb to the very top, and exchange punches! Drake jumps to the top and executes a SUPER FRANKENSTIENER!!! Kinsley is out in the middle of the ring, drake crawls over as blood drips down his forehead, and he drapes one arm over her! The crowd counts along!
“ONE!!!”
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“THRE— OOHHHHH!!!” KICKOUT!!!
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“THRE— OOHHHHH!!!” KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: This thing has gotten brutal very fast.
Bennett: Drake looks like he is losing blood fast, the ref might have to call this thing.
Carter: If you look… he still has those staples in his forehead…
The two get up and Drake whips Kinsley into the ropes, and she hooks in between the top and middle rope!
Carter: That woman is a demon…
But Drake acts fast and dropkicks her and she falls through the ropes and lands on the ring apron! She stands up and Drake looks to nail a shoulder to the stomach but Kinsley jumps out of the way, and kicks Drake in the face for his trouble! She grabs him and looks to suplex him to the outside…. But Drake blocks it…
She lifts him again, and he again blocks it, she tries a third time and Drake goes over the top and in mid move he shifts lands on his feet, on the arena floor and grabs Kinsley and powerbombs Kinsley through the announcer’s table!!!
The announce team jumps out of the way at the last second!!!
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
Aiello: Is everyone okay?
Carter: Kinsley is right here infront of us…
Bennett: Drake might have just beaten her at her own ga—
Suddenly as Drake gets to his feet….
Aiello: Oh here we go… the champ is out for blood
Carter: Xplode is going to ruin our amazing main event! He might be here seeking revenge for what happened earlier in our show
Drake turns his head watching the entrance ramp as Xplode makes his way down to the ring. A bloody Drake slides under the ring ropes to meet Xplode in the ring, dazed he barely makes it to his feet, but walks up to confront Xplode anyway. Exhausted, bloodied, and barely standing he walks up to Xplode and X kicks him right in the stones! DROP ZONE!!!
Bennett: You mess with the Champ, these are the kind of things that happen. You don't ever disrespect the champ. Ever.
Carter: Is Drake even going to be able to make it to their title match?
Aiello: Ohh… Here he comes…
Xplode looks at the announce team, as they all back off. He leans down grabbing Kinsley and throws her in the ring. He drags her over to Drake, with a kick, he rolls him over draping Kinsley’s arm over Drake and he orders the ref to count!
“ONE!!!”
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DING! DING! DING!
Stroup: Winner of this match, via pinfall ... Nurse Harlow Kinsley!!!Carter: I'm absolutely shocked. Ashton Drake has his first ever loss and it's all because of our EWC Champion Xplode. Oh my goodness.
Aiello: This match was already epic, but now ... there are no words. Folks ... I don't know what to say other than ... we'll see you next week.
The scene fades and the show comes to an end with Xplode walking back up the ramp holding both HIS EWC Championship belt and Ashton's EWC International Championship belt. Both Ashton and Kinsley lay in the middle of the ring as paramedics come to check on them
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END SCREEN
RECAP OF WINNERS
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Spartan* vs Emma Louise*
Winner: Emma Louise
Mark Storm [NS] vs Tiffani Lopez*
Winner: Tiffani Lopez
Alexis Morrison* & Polly Pocket* vs LaToya Hixx*
Winner: Alexis Morrison & Polly Pocket
Harlow Kinsley* vs Ashton Drake*
Winner: Harlow Kinsley
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