Post by MNB on Nov 28, 2016 22:59:12 GMT -6
WARNING:
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #469 | NOVEMBER 28TH 2016
LIVE! from the Smart Araneta Coliseum in Quezon City, Philippines
EWC BRAWL
November 28th 2016
LIVE! from the Smart Araneta Coliseum in Quezon City, Philippines
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 468 three weeks ago in Ottawa
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, The Rev and then Xplode all with the EWC Championship.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night Brawl Superstars: Bob Loblaw, 1KG, Emma Louise, Tiffani Lopez, The Lunatic, Alexis Morrison, Polly Pocket, Setzer Von Stryfe, Dr Hugh Angel, Lupus, Cyrus McCann, Rachel Navarro, Jacob Cass, Red Dragon, Jazzlyn St. James, Jaden 'Xplode' Hunter, Eddie Crank, Nurse Harlow Kinsley and finally EWC Champion Ashton Drake
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in the Smart Araneta Coliseum 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
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The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
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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.
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 Smart Araneta Coliseum in Quezon City, Philippines. Tonight is our Season Finale of BRAWL
Bennett: Thats right, it's episode Four Six Nine, and we are feeling fine
Carter: Good ryhme
Bennett: Fuck off
Carter: We are a mere 21 days away from Wrestlefest XIV and things are starting to heat up around the EWC as Rampage, FSW and now BRAWL have their season finales
Aiello: First though, hats off to Vernon Vanderbilt for winning the 2016 King of the Cage and $1,000,000, he put on a very ...
The lights dim as the arena becomes instantly silent. The crowd mumbles among themselves. Finally, an explosion rockets out of the stage as “Bleed for Me” by Saliva plays now, sending the fans into a frenzy! One more round of explosions rocket out of the stage now and Ashton Drake steps out from the backstage area! The EWC Undisputed Championship is strapped around his waist. Looking out at the fans, he scratches his chin and smirks as his theme song continues to play!
Holding his arms out, he slaps the hands of the fans as he walks down the ramp. He approaches the ring as the crowd begins to champ:
Bennett: There he is… the top name in the industry… Ashton Drake. The wave that he has rode to the top has been nothing short of amazing. He has had a busy time since winning that strap, making stops not just on the Brawl telecast but Rampage as well! This man seems to be a champ for the people.
Carter: Drake has a huge bullseye on his back, but he seems to enjoy that. Can anyone provide a suitable challenge for this man right now? He is THAT red hot at the moment.
Aiello: Let’s not forget the fact that the former champion, Xplode, has recently announced that he would be using his rematch clause for the championship. That’s a BIG deal. I mean, let’s face it, there are many in the industry who still consider Xplode the true champion in the federation. Drake has some pretty big shoes to fill. He will need to prove himself by putting down Otaki at Wrestlefest…. And then by stepping back into the ring against Xplode. That’s the only conceivable way that he can be considered without peer.
Bennett: The Otaki vs Drake match scenario is interesting in my opinion. The world should be preppring for that war. Otaki shocked the world by winning the Rumble in the Bronx. She is no slouch. Otaki will provide a suitable challenge for Drake. Still, there is the shadow of Xplode looming over the both of them as you mentioned. Whoever wins that match will have to perform the impossible. Xplode was dangerous before, the greatest to ever step into that ring. Now, he is angry… and focused. Xplode literally destroyed Derek Wellings last week as he ended his career. Ashton Drake has to be feeling that in the back of his mind as he prepares to face Otaki.
Carter: Well let’s sit back and listen to the champion. It’s always a pleasure to have Drake in that ring. The fans appreciate the energy and commitment to excellence that he has provided since arriving in the EWC. All legendary careers begin somewhere and we are certainly witnessing that right now. Let’s hear what he has to say..
Now in the ring, Drake leans against the ropes as the crowd continues to cheer for him! Scratching his chin, he walks around for a time, the EWC Title buckled in front of him. Looking out at the fans, he nods his head and smiles before finding a seat in the center of the ring, his legs crossed. Jessica Stroup enters the ring and hands him a title belt. He thanks her and licks his lips as the cheering continues.
Drake: Damn… it’s HOT here tonight! You fans are unreal!!
The fans cheer even louder, stomping their feet and pumping their fists as the support continues to come his way. Drake smiles as he looks down, shaking his head in amazement.
Bennett: … it’s deafening in here. I have never seen this type of synergy with the fans before.
Drake waits for a few more moments until finally he raises an open hand, signaling for the cheers to cease. The fans instantly obey him and lower their cheers as he raises the microphone to his lips.
Drake: This is the last Brawl of the year. It’s been a hell of a year, hasn’t it? Let’s think about the big names that have made history in 2016! Hell, let’s think about how the EWC has stayed at the top, and provided that excellence that most companies only dream about providing! With the King of the Cage tournament upon us, and Wrestlefest on the horizon.. it’s safe to say that the EWC is where you want to be… right here… right now. We owe it to you fans. Without you, none of this would be possible, so give yourself a round of applause.
The fans cheer instantly, the sound deafening once more!
Drake: So let’s get to business, shall we? In a few short weeks, Otaki and I are going to step into the ring and forge our legacies. For Otaki, this is her big break. She overcame the odds and won the Rumble in the Bronx. She has made an impression on the EWC Universe too. Now, she hopes to bring it all home and win my EWC Championship..
Well, I have a problem with that.
You see, as most of you would agree, she hasn’t been the only new face setting precedence around here! As a matter of fact, some of you would even say that my results have completely overshadowed hers. That being said, I respect what she has done, but I am far from ready to jump on her bandwagon and call her the next big thing around here! I didn’t bust my ass and beat a man who will go down as the best to ever step into this ring just to lay down at her feet a few months later. Hell no. I told you all when I first threw down here, that I was in this to win this. I respect the EWC’s history… and I realize the importance of being it’s World Champion. If there is one thing that I could say about Xplode’s title reign, it’s that he put his actions where his mouth was. Xplode stood in this ring and defended this strap against some of the greatest names ever…. And I aim to do the same. Whether Otaki is one of those names is yet to be seen. Regardless, I will represent the EWC to the best of my ability. I am the best in the world today… and I will be making Otaki a believer in that.
Take a look at how the company has already changed since I won this strap, and see for yourself what I have already brought to this industry. I have achieved results with hard work, determination, faith, and heart. This title represents the good in us once again. It represents destiny… and fate. One day, I will lost this strap, that is an inevitability. That time is not now though, not yet. Otaki is a hell of a competitor, but she isn’t the one to put me down… to put US down. With the support of the EWC Universe, I will tap her ass out, and stay the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!
The crowd goes crazy as Ashton Drake stands up. He smiles and raises the title over his head for all to see.
Drake: So now, let’s get to the point of why I am here. Seeing as this is the last Brawl of the year, I made sure to be here tonight. Its my DUTY to put this title on the line and end the year just as it began. I am confident in my abilities though, just as I am confident that I am the best there is. So, I spoke to President Mac earlier and gained his blessing to offer an open challenge to ANYONE in that locker room. I am willing to put the EWC Championship on the line… TONIGHT! So who will it be?
The fans cheer loudly as Drake looks towards the stage area!
Bennett: Holy shit… that’s a gutsy move!
Aiello: A EWC Championship match?! Tonight!??!
Carter: Who will step out unto that stage and attempt to make history? Who believes that they stand a chance?
The fans continue to mumble amongst themselves as Drake continues to wait. Losing his patience, he speaks.
Drake: I am waiting. There has to be someone in that locker room who believes in themselves. Who wants to main event with me… and end Brawl the way that it should be ended? Come on out here and-
“The Enemy” by Godsmack suddenly begins to play! The fans know instantly who it is as they lose their minds, screaming as the electricity in the air is at a fever pitch!
Carter: Oh wow…. This is going to be huge. Drake may have just made a fatal mistake here.
Bennett: Ladies and Gentlemen… Shit just got real. Welcome to Brawl.
Stepping out unto the stage, dressed in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, is Xplode! He glares at Drake, smacking visibly on a piece of chewing gum. Shaking his head, he slowly walks down the rampway and heads towards the ring as Drake watches him, their eyes never leaving one another! Carefully stepping up the metal stairs now, Xplode stops just short of entering the ring as the two continue to glare at one another. Finally, Xplode enters with microphone in hand. He approaches Drake and both men say nothing! The fans in the arena literally scream so loud that the foundation is shaking! Finally, Drake addresses the Destroyer of Worlds..
Drake: Before you say it, Jaden, save your breath. I accept your challenge. The entire world has wanted to see us go at it since I won this damn championship. I can feel the doubt in the industry as to whether I truly am the champion of the world. Many still consider you the best in the world.. and I can’t accept that. I beat you before, and I will do it again. Challenge accepted.
Xplode listens to Drake as the EWC Champion continues to speak.
Drake: X, we all know that you are retiring in a few months. The legacy that you have created around here is historic and without peer. We have all heard about it to the point that even I have grown sick of it. The mighty Xplode has fallen. I beat you fair and square in this ring… as a matter of fact, I tapped your ass out. I can’t understand why you won’t just accept that fact and save your dignity? Why not just coast on out of here, and keep facing the Derek Wellings of the industry until your final match comes along? You had your time… but it is over now. The EWC has moved on, Jaden.
X: Do you even listen to yourself speak, kid?
Xplode replies as the fans begin to cheer for him now! This surprises Drake, causing him to glance out at the fans for a moment.
X: That’s right… they are cheering for me, Ash. I know this confuses you so let me explain how things work around here. Yes, you beat me the last time that we squared off but that is just one victory. These fans respect you. They support you. They aren’t stupid though. Say what you want about my relationship with them but one fact remains that I have done it ALL in this industry. I have stepped into the ring and DEFEATED the best to ever compete… everyone but you. You caught me off guard, no excuses, it happens. It isn’t the first time that I have lost in my career. I have experienced a loss, and seen it for what it was. I have rebounded, and I have overcome.
Here is the rub though…
You see, your entire momentum rests upon victories and how these fans perceive you. I saw how you handled that loss to Kinsley a few months ago. It almost broke you. You couldn’t perceive how that even happened. You questioned yourself and almost conceded right there and then that you would never matter for shit in the EWC. To your credit, you were able to snap out of that. What happens after the next loss though, Ash? What happens when you lose that title? How will you rebound then?
Drake: I will just keep on fighting then, Jaden.
X: No you won’t.
Drake: YES I WILL! Look, let’s cut the crap right now. This little show that you are putting on right now isn’t just about the EWC Title is it? You can’t stand me. This is about Jaden Hunter vs Ashton Drake. Pride and respect…
X: You’re right, I don’t like you. You come out here and play to these fans and promise them bliss as if you had it on tap when let’s face it, you barely scratch out a victory every damn week!
Drake: At least I compete every damn week. Can you say that, X?
X: I put more asses in those seats with one appearance than you have done in your entire career, kid! Look, I get it. You are the fresh face, the kind of guy that the front office can get behind! They have seen my face all year. At first, they appreciated the level that I took this fed to. In time though, they grew jealous of my accomplishments. The locker room and that front office just couldn’t stand the idea that I was reaching heights that they never could or would.. so they invented YOU. The whole entire plan worked for the most part. You won my championship and won over these fans. Mission accomplished. The thing is, I have seen this many times in my career. My greatest strength is that I have outlasted talent like you and stood the test of time. The EWC’s revolving door policy has played itself perfectly while I stayed the constant. I carried this promotion on my shoulders and kept it at the top. I have weathered the storm. Can you do that, kid?
Drake: I won’t have to do it alone. I have the EWC Universe by my side.
The fans begin to cheer!
X: The EWC Universe will be by your side until you grow stale… just like what happened to me, Ash. Make no mistake about it. This industry has a short attention span. A fan favorite today can easily become an hated rival tomorrow. That’s where I come in.. that’s how I have flourished. I have managed to stay on the line between fan accepted and not giving a shit for years now. I have been impervious, and have done business MY way. My legacy was created by ME…. Not because I was the flavor of the month.
Drake: Alright, Jaden. You know, I am so tired of hearing you go on and on about all of this. Why don’t you prove to all of us that you can set things… right? I am willing to put the EWC Title on the line against you.. right here…. Tonight. Do you have the balls, old man? Is this arena and fan turn out big enough for you?
Xplode looks around as the fans cheer loudly. Drake smiles as he raises the EWC Title!
X: Fine. You have yourself a match. Just remember this. The last time that we squared off, I was overconfident. I admit that. My hunger was not where it needed to be. That time is over. I have done NOTHING but dedicate myself to winning back that EWC Championship. I am going to cripple you, Ash. I am going to make an example out of you. The EWC Championship is coming back home with me tonight, and I am going to put an end to this little fairy tale that has gone on for far too long. This whole Otaki vs Drake thing is something no one wanted to see. Hell, Otaki doesn’t even want to face you. She knows who the REAL champion is.
Drake: Then I guess I get the chance to prove her wrong.. don’t I? I will tap your ass out… again. This is going to be fun.
X and Drake step forward towards one another as the fans cheer loudly! Drake raises the strap over his head and looks Xplode in his eyes, smirking with confidence.
Bennett: You heard it here folks!!! Tonight, we have an EWC Title match! Drake vs X Part 2! No one saw this coming! OH WOW….
Carter: This arena is nuts right now!! We will be back after these messages. I need to catch my breath!!
Bennett: Thats right, it's episode Four Six Nine, and we are feeling fine
Carter: Good ryhme
Bennett: Fuck off
Carter: We are a mere 21 days away from Wrestlefest XIV and things are starting to heat up around the EWC as Rampage, FSW and now BRAWL have their season finales
Aiello: First though, hats off to Vernon Vanderbilt for winning the 2016 King of the Cage and $1,000,000, he put on a very ...
The lights dim as the arena becomes instantly silent. The crowd mumbles among themselves. Finally, an explosion rockets out of the stage as “Bleed for Me” by Saliva plays now, sending the fans into a frenzy! One more round of explosions rocket out of the stage now and Ashton Drake steps out from the backstage area! The EWC Undisputed Championship is strapped around his waist. Looking out at the fans, he scratches his chin and smirks as his theme song continues to play!
Holding his arms out, he slaps the hands of the fans as he walks down the ramp. He approaches the ring as the crowd begins to champ:
CHAMP… CHAMP… CHAMP!
Bennett: There he is… the top name in the industry… Ashton Drake. The wave that he has rode to the top has been nothing short of amazing. He has had a busy time since winning that strap, making stops not just on the Brawl telecast but Rampage as well! This man seems to be a champ for the people.
Carter: Drake has a huge bullseye on his back, but he seems to enjoy that. Can anyone provide a suitable challenge for this man right now? He is THAT red hot at the moment.
Aiello: Let’s not forget the fact that the former champion, Xplode, has recently announced that he would be using his rematch clause for the championship. That’s a BIG deal. I mean, let’s face it, there are many in the industry who still consider Xplode the true champion in the federation. Drake has some pretty big shoes to fill. He will need to prove himself by putting down Otaki at Wrestlefest…. And then by stepping back into the ring against Xplode. That’s the only conceivable way that he can be considered without peer.
Bennett: The Otaki vs Drake match scenario is interesting in my opinion. The world should be preppring for that war. Otaki shocked the world by winning the Rumble in the Bronx. She is no slouch. Otaki will provide a suitable challenge for Drake. Still, there is the shadow of Xplode looming over the both of them as you mentioned. Whoever wins that match will have to perform the impossible. Xplode was dangerous before, the greatest to ever step into that ring. Now, he is angry… and focused. Xplode literally destroyed Derek Wellings last week as he ended his career. Ashton Drake has to be feeling that in the back of his mind as he prepares to face Otaki.
Carter: Well let’s sit back and listen to the champion. It’s always a pleasure to have Drake in that ring. The fans appreciate the energy and commitment to excellence that he has provided since arriving in the EWC. All legendary careers begin somewhere and we are certainly witnessing that right now. Let’s hear what he has to say..
Now in the ring, Drake leans against the ropes as the crowd continues to cheer for him! Scratching his chin, he walks around for a time, the EWC Title buckled in front of him. Looking out at the fans, he nods his head and smiles before finding a seat in the center of the ring, his legs crossed. Jessica Stroup enters the ring and hands him a title belt. He thanks her and licks his lips as the cheering continues.
Drake: Damn… it’s HOT here tonight! You fans are unreal!!
The fans cheer even louder, stomping their feet and pumping their fists as the support continues to come his way. Drake smiles as he looks down, shaking his head in amazement.
Bennett: … it’s deafening in here. I have never seen this type of synergy with the fans before.
Drake waits for a few more moments until finally he raises an open hand, signaling for the cheers to cease. The fans instantly obey him and lower their cheers as he raises the microphone to his lips.
Drake: This is the last Brawl of the year. It’s been a hell of a year, hasn’t it? Let’s think about the big names that have made history in 2016! Hell, let’s think about how the EWC has stayed at the top, and provided that excellence that most companies only dream about providing! With the King of the Cage tournament upon us, and Wrestlefest on the horizon.. it’s safe to say that the EWC is where you want to be… right here… right now. We owe it to you fans. Without you, none of this would be possible, so give yourself a round of applause.
The fans cheer instantly, the sound deafening once more!
Drake: So let’s get to business, shall we? In a few short weeks, Otaki and I are going to step into the ring and forge our legacies. For Otaki, this is her big break. She overcame the odds and won the Rumble in the Bronx. She has made an impression on the EWC Universe too. Now, she hopes to bring it all home and win my EWC Championship..
Well, I have a problem with that.
You see, as most of you would agree, she hasn’t been the only new face setting precedence around here! As a matter of fact, some of you would even say that my results have completely overshadowed hers. That being said, I respect what she has done, but I am far from ready to jump on her bandwagon and call her the next big thing around here! I didn’t bust my ass and beat a man who will go down as the best to ever step into this ring just to lay down at her feet a few months later. Hell no. I told you all when I first threw down here, that I was in this to win this. I respect the EWC’s history… and I realize the importance of being it’s World Champion. If there is one thing that I could say about Xplode’s title reign, it’s that he put his actions where his mouth was. Xplode stood in this ring and defended this strap against some of the greatest names ever…. And I aim to do the same. Whether Otaki is one of those names is yet to be seen. Regardless, I will represent the EWC to the best of my ability. I am the best in the world today… and I will be making Otaki a believer in that.
Take a look at how the company has already changed since I won this strap, and see for yourself what I have already brought to this industry. I have achieved results with hard work, determination, faith, and heart. This title represents the good in us once again. It represents destiny… and fate. One day, I will lost this strap, that is an inevitability. That time is not now though, not yet. Otaki is a hell of a competitor, but she isn’t the one to put me down… to put US down. With the support of the EWC Universe, I will tap her ass out, and stay the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!
The crowd goes crazy as Ashton Drake stands up. He smiles and raises the title over his head for all to see.
Drake: So now, let’s get to the point of why I am here. Seeing as this is the last Brawl of the year, I made sure to be here tonight. Its my DUTY to put this title on the line and end the year just as it began. I am confident in my abilities though, just as I am confident that I am the best there is. So, I spoke to President Mac earlier and gained his blessing to offer an open challenge to ANYONE in that locker room. I am willing to put the EWC Championship on the line… TONIGHT! So who will it be?
The fans cheer loudly as Drake looks towards the stage area!
Bennett: Holy shit… that’s a gutsy move!
Aiello: A EWC Championship match?! Tonight!??!
Carter: Who will step out unto that stage and attempt to make history? Who believes that they stand a chance?
The fans continue to mumble amongst themselves as Drake continues to wait. Losing his patience, he speaks.
Drake: I am waiting. There has to be someone in that locker room who believes in themselves. Who wants to main event with me… and end Brawl the way that it should be ended? Come on out here and-
“The Enemy” by Godsmack suddenly begins to play! The fans know instantly who it is as they lose their minds, screaming as the electricity in the air is at a fever pitch!
Carter: Oh wow…. This is going to be huge. Drake may have just made a fatal mistake here.
Bennett: Ladies and Gentlemen… Shit just got real. Welcome to Brawl.
Stepping out unto the stage, dressed in blue jeans and a black t-shirt, is Xplode! He glares at Drake, smacking visibly on a piece of chewing gum. Shaking his head, he slowly walks down the rampway and heads towards the ring as Drake watches him, their eyes never leaving one another! Carefully stepping up the metal stairs now, Xplode stops just short of entering the ring as the two continue to glare at one another. Finally, Xplode enters with microphone in hand. He approaches Drake and both men say nothing! The fans in the arena literally scream so loud that the foundation is shaking! Finally, Drake addresses the Destroyer of Worlds..
Drake: Before you say it, Jaden, save your breath. I accept your challenge. The entire world has wanted to see us go at it since I won this damn championship. I can feel the doubt in the industry as to whether I truly am the champion of the world. Many still consider you the best in the world.. and I can’t accept that. I beat you before, and I will do it again. Challenge accepted.
Xplode listens to Drake as the EWC Champion continues to speak.
Drake: X, we all know that you are retiring in a few months. The legacy that you have created around here is historic and without peer. We have all heard about it to the point that even I have grown sick of it. The mighty Xplode has fallen. I beat you fair and square in this ring… as a matter of fact, I tapped your ass out. I can’t understand why you won’t just accept that fact and save your dignity? Why not just coast on out of here, and keep facing the Derek Wellings of the industry until your final match comes along? You had your time… but it is over now. The EWC has moved on, Jaden.
X: Do you even listen to yourself speak, kid?
Xplode replies as the fans begin to cheer for him now! This surprises Drake, causing him to glance out at the fans for a moment.
X: That’s right… they are cheering for me, Ash. I know this confuses you so let me explain how things work around here. Yes, you beat me the last time that we squared off but that is just one victory. These fans respect you. They support you. They aren’t stupid though. Say what you want about my relationship with them but one fact remains that I have done it ALL in this industry. I have stepped into the ring and DEFEATED the best to ever compete… everyone but you. You caught me off guard, no excuses, it happens. It isn’t the first time that I have lost in my career. I have experienced a loss, and seen it for what it was. I have rebounded, and I have overcome.
Here is the rub though…
You see, your entire momentum rests upon victories and how these fans perceive you. I saw how you handled that loss to Kinsley a few months ago. It almost broke you. You couldn’t perceive how that even happened. You questioned yourself and almost conceded right there and then that you would never matter for shit in the EWC. To your credit, you were able to snap out of that. What happens after the next loss though, Ash? What happens when you lose that title? How will you rebound then?
Drake: I will just keep on fighting then, Jaden.
X: No you won’t.
Drake: YES I WILL! Look, let’s cut the crap right now. This little show that you are putting on right now isn’t just about the EWC Title is it? You can’t stand me. This is about Jaden Hunter vs Ashton Drake. Pride and respect…
X: You’re right, I don’t like you. You come out here and play to these fans and promise them bliss as if you had it on tap when let’s face it, you barely scratch out a victory every damn week!
Drake: At least I compete every damn week. Can you say that, X?
X: I put more asses in those seats with one appearance than you have done in your entire career, kid! Look, I get it. You are the fresh face, the kind of guy that the front office can get behind! They have seen my face all year. At first, they appreciated the level that I took this fed to. In time though, they grew jealous of my accomplishments. The locker room and that front office just couldn’t stand the idea that I was reaching heights that they never could or would.. so they invented YOU. The whole entire plan worked for the most part. You won my championship and won over these fans. Mission accomplished. The thing is, I have seen this many times in my career. My greatest strength is that I have outlasted talent like you and stood the test of time. The EWC’s revolving door policy has played itself perfectly while I stayed the constant. I carried this promotion on my shoulders and kept it at the top. I have weathered the storm. Can you do that, kid?
Drake: I won’t have to do it alone. I have the EWC Universe by my side.
The fans begin to cheer!
X: The EWC Universe will be by your side until you grow stale… just like what happened to me, Ash. Make no mistake about it. This industry has a short attention span. A fan favorite today can easily become an hated rival tomorrow. That’s where I come in.. that’s how I have flourished. I have managed to stay on the line between fan accepted and not giving a shit for years now. I have been impervious, and have done business MY way. My legacy was created by ME…. Not because I was the flavor of the month.
Drake: Alright, Jaden. You know, I am so tired of hearing you go on and on about all of this. Why don’t you prove to all of us that you can set things… right? I am willing to put the EWC Title on the line against you.. right here…. Tonight. Do you have the balls, old man? Is this arena and fan turn out big enough for you?
Xplode looks around as the fans cheer loudly. Drake smiles as he raises the EWC Title!
X: Fine. You have yourself a match. Just remember this. The last time that we squared off, I was overconfident. I admit that. My hunger was not where it needed to be. That time is over. I have done NOTHING but dedicate myself to winning back that EWC Championship. I am going to cripple you, Ash. I am going to make an example out of you. The EWC Championship is coming back home with me tonight, and I am going to put an end to this little fairy tale that has gone on for far too long. This whole Otaki vs Drake thing is something no one wanted to see. Hell, Otaki doesn’t even want to face you. She knows who the REAL champion is.
Drake: Then I guess I get the chance to prove her wrong.. don’t I? I will tap your ass out… again. This is going to be fun.
X and Drake step forward towards one another as the fans cheer loudly! Drake raises the strap over his head and looks Xplode in his eyes, smirking with confidence.
Bennett: You heard it here folks!!! Tonight, we have an EWC Title match! Drake vs X Part 2! No one saw this coming! OH WOW….
Carter: This arena is nuts right now!! We will be back after these messages. I need to catch my breath!!
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RINGSIDE
Sky's the Limit hit's over the PA system.
Aiello: That sounds like ... Latoya Hixx is coming to BRAWL once again
Bennett: I wonder what she wants this time
When Latoya is walking down the ramp n climbs on the steps n gets in the Brawl ring while the timekeeper hands her the Mic
Latoya: Pardon me Gentlemen because I got something else to say about this show for the finale season on Brawl now I know this use to be my red Brand until I got switched over to Brawl for FSW n maybe next year I could be right back here on MNB in 2017 in challenge any Brawl Diva on that red Brand including these sore losers that Defeat me in my own hometown in front of my parents a few months ago on Brawl n now I won't revenge against Alexis Morrison n Polly Pocket in a tag team No Holds Barred match at the biggest event of all time Wrestle Fest PPV on EWC.
Carter: She's out here demanding a match yet again
Latoya: Cause after my six person tag this Sunday then I'm coming for Pocket n Morrison for what they did to me n my hometown n Boston Mass couple days ago on Brawl. So I would like for Polly n Alexis Morrison to please come on out here in meet me face to face n accept my offer at Wrestle Fest this month on EWC.
Aiello: Polly and Alexis are both in the building tonight, both have matches but I doubt they will come out here for Hixx
Latoya: Because I'm not gonna be standing n this ring and wait for these idiots to come out n step foot in this Brawl ring with me and challenge me n my Co Partner of my choosing at Wrestle Fest next month after the season of Brawl this Monday on EWC. Come on out here Ladies so that we can get this settled n over with before Wrestle Fest this month after Brawl this week on the EWC.
Latoya lower her Mic n waits for Alexis and Polly Pocket to respond back to her
Latoya: I'm still waiting on u two sluts to face to face with me cause if one of you don't come out n the less fifteen minutes then I'm coming back there n drag one of you two Bitches out here and then we can get this straighten out once n for all amigo Now once again Alexis n Polly Pocket would u two please come on out here so that u two can except my challenge for a tag team No Holds Barred match at Wrestle Fest PPV right after Brawl this Monday on EWC.
Bennett: This is so embarrassing
Latoya n the ring while waiting on Pocket n Morrison to show up on Brawl stage before Brawl Season finale this Monday
The lights dim.
The TitanTron flickers on.
The letters P R E S I D E N T M A C flash across the screen.
The thousands in attendance jump to there feet in excitement and start pounding there feet on the ground and clapping there hands creating the sound:
BoomBoom CLAP!
BoomBoom CLAP!
BoomBoom CLAP!
Coming Undone by Korn now begins to blast over the P.A
Aiello: It looks like Pocket and Morrison won't be joining us, we get President Mac instead
Bennett: I hope he just says 'No' again and walks away like last time, that shit was funny
Pyros explode up and down the entrance Ramp and all around the entrance stage. Once the smoke begins to settle an old-style movie curtain parts at the top of the ramp. Two roving spotlights pan and fix on center. There, President Mac stands, head bowed in his signature sun glasses, arms out-stretched with clenched fists. And as the lyrics kick in, and the fans sing along, Mac clap-clap-stomps toward the ring, slapping hands. At ringside, he takes off his "specs" and gives them to a young fan. Mac pauses in front of the ring and stares out at the capacity crowed chanting his name, he smiles, soaking it all in. Then he hops the top rope and stands half way up the turnbuckle, posing for the thousands of camera flashes all over the arena
Bennett: Here he is ... my personal enemy and boss ... Danny Mac
Mac soaks in all the cheers before pulling out his own mic to speak
Mac: Alright ... quiet down everyone ... I want to address Latoya here tonight, and I want to make sure she hears me enunciate this correctly
The crowd begins to hush as Mac calms them with his hand
Mac: Ennnnnnn .... Ohhhhhhhh ... spells ....
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Mac laughs to the thunderous sound of the crowd yelling NO! which then turns into cheers. Coming Undone by Korn now begins to blast over the P.A once again
Bennett: He did it again! Yes! I am slayed!
Carter: This was a very long trip for Latoya to have made ... maybe next time, send an email?
President Mac slaps fives all the way back up the ramp as Latoya Hixx stands in the ring speechless. Jessica Stroup now enters the ring and awkwardly takes the mic from Latoya as she prepares to announce the opening match
BRAND CROSS-OVER MATCH
DRAGASHA OMEGAVs RED DRAGON
Stroup: The following contest is the opening match of the evening, and is a special Brawl vs Rampage match. Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 235lbs, representing Brawl, Red Dragon!
The arena fades to almost complete darkness as lightning flashes on the video wall. Thunderclaps are heard as Behemoth - O Father O Satan O Sun begins to play throughout the arena. Lightning continues to flash on the video wall as a cemetery is panned through. The stage erupts in flames as Red Dragon rises to the stage from below. Scanning the crowd he grins and begins a slow walk towards the ring as a blood red spotlight is on him. Once at ringside he slides under the bottom rope and rolls up to his feet as a Pentagram appears in the middle of the ring. Fire erupts from all four corner post as he leans against the ropes with the bloody femur in his hands waiting on his opponent.
Stroup: And his Opponent, from The Cave, weighing in at 200lbs, representing Rampage, Dragasha Omega!
Resurrected begins playing through the arena, and the lights turn a dark red. Dozens of hooded figures walk down the ramp in two single file lines. They turn their back to the crowd on either side of the ramp, and kneel.
Aiello: This Dragasha really has a thing from dramatics, doesn’t she?
Bennett: She’s a strange one, that’s for sure. Fucking pointless. Just fight
Carter: I hear she personally asked to be booked here tonight.
Aiello: It’s the season finale, Max! This is the place to be.
Bennett: Here she comes.
Wearing her mask and hooded cloak, Dragasha Omega walked out onto the stage and was met with a mixed reaction. Standing in the center of the stage, Dragasha made a gesture and her followers stood. She began walking down the ramp slowly, and when she reached the foot of the ring, she stared at Red Dragon inside the ring for several seconds. Dragasha climbed onto the apron and ducked into the ring over the second rope. Walking to a corner, she removed her cloak and then turned around to face Red Dragon before the bell rang.
DING DING DING
Aiello: And here we go.
Bennett: I believe her words were “Show you how we get down on Friday nights.” Doesn’t she know this is the flagship show for a reason?
Carter: I’m thinking Red Dragon is going to send her back to Rampage with a bruised ego.
Dragasha advances on Red Dragon, who turns to the ropes, and out of nowhere, hits Dawn’s Twilight. The crowd explodes as Red Dragon covers Dragasha for a pin.
Aiello: Holy shit! Dragasha down!
Bennett: Red Dragon means business!
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Dragasha kicked out and got to her feet quickly, Red Dragon went for a Clothesline, but Dragasha countered it into a German Suplex. Dragasha moved to the apron and when Red Dragon got up, his back to her, She hit him with the Dragon Destroyer, sending him to the mat. She covered him for a pin, but he kicked out instantly. Red Dragon got up, and kicked in the face, busting him open.
Aiello: Pulling out the big guns early!
Bennett: This is how you start the season finale!
Both were back to their feet now, and Red Dragon was unloading on Dragasha, with hard shots to her midsection. Red Dragon backed Dragasha into the corner and then lifted her up to the top rope and hit the Slam of Sin, sending Dragasha into the ring post. Dragasha stiffened as she fell into the ring.
Aiello: That’s it, it’s over.
Bennett: Dragasha is out cold after that.
Red Dragon pulled Dragasha to the center of the ring, covering her for the pin.
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The crowd exploded as Red Dragon looked on in disbelief.
Aiello: I bet Dragasha doesn’t even realize she just saved herself!
Bennett: Right there, it was almost all over!
Carter: This is not the match I was expecting. Finishers left and right, a knockout, holy crap!
Red Dragon pulled Dragasha to her feet where she stood on wobbly legs. He turned around and ran to the ropes, rebounding hard. He rebounded into a Dragon Dream from Dragasha, sending him back into the ropes, where he rebounded again, and into a second Dragon Dream. He hit the ropes even harder and Dragasha caught him with a huge Spinebuster, taking him to the mat hard.
Aiello: Is this the same woman who was just knocked out?
Bennett: Rampage’s Dragasha is taking it to Red Dragon! But what’s this!?
Dragasha looked as if she was going for a pin, but Red Dragon had locked in a Triangle Choke. She flailed about, trying to break free, but Red Dragon had it locked in and the crowd was on fire. Red Dragon outweighed Dragasha by nearly forty pounds, but she managed to stand up while he held onto her neck. Dragasha slammed him into the mat, but he held on. A second slam, and he still held on. After the third, he was dazed and released the hold. Dragasha went for a pin.
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Dragasha lost it, now, and began banging her fist on the mat. She stood up and got in the referees face, screaming at him. He pushed her and she snapped, grabbing his arm, and taking him up for the Dragon Imprint. The impact was horrifying and the crowd loved it. Dragasha got up and turned around to eat a Dropkick from Red Dragon. Red Dragon picked Dragasha up, tossing her into the corner, and hit the Slam of Sin again, knocking Dragasha out. Red Dragon covered Dragasha, but the ref was still out of it.
Aiello: Red Dragon’s got it won, but there’s no referee!
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Red Dragon released the pin, realizing the referee wasn’t coming around. He crawled over to the Referee and began shaking him. The crowd was split, now; half were chanting “RAMPAGE,” while the other half was chanting “BRAWL!” Red Dragon got up and turn around. Dragasha was waiting. Grabbing his hand, she turned him around, lifted him up, and then took him for the ride. The first Dragon Imprint were monstrous, but this one was even more so.
Aiello: Red Dragon had this match in the bag, but Dragasha is back in control!
Bennett: We need a referee, though!
Carter: Pin by Dragasha! And here comes another referee!
The crowd absolutely exploded now as a woman in a striped shirt ran down the ring, sliding in quickly. Dragasha was covering Red Dragon, and the ref counted.
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All hell broke loose. Dragasha backed away from Red Dragon, not believing he’d just taken her best move and kicked out. The crowd was screaming with excitement. Dragasha got up and moved to the top rope, planning to attack Red Dragon from high, but he quickly got to the top rope, as well, and the two of them began trading blows. Dragasha got the upper hand, and managed to get Red Dragon into position for the Dragon Imprint, and down they went. Dragasha struggled into a pin.
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Aiello: I don’t know what to say.
Bennett: What can you say? These two are giving it their all, and the fans are absolutely loving it!
Red Dragon and Dragasha both got to their feet slowly, eyeing each other. They charged at one another. Dragasha ducked a clothesline, rebounded off the ropes, and nearly tore Red Dragon in half with a Spear. She gestured to the crowd, making the throat cutting signal.
Dragasha: IT’S OVER!
She picked him, pulled off her mask revealing her tribal painted face and red eyes. With a feral scream, she hit him with a third Dragon Imprint. Typically hated by the fans, Dragasha was stunned as they chanted her name while she covered Red Dragon.
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Aiello: Goddamn! It took a Speak and three Dragon Imprints, but Dragasha has done it!
Bennett: Rampage just walked in our house and pissed on the floor in the opening match!
Carter: Michael Saint is no fan of Dragasha, but you know he’s sitting at home loving this!
Aiello: Red Dragon refused to stay down. Gotta give him that credit.
Bennett: He even had the match won at one point, but Dragasha had taken out the referee in anger.
Carter: What a match, ladies and gentlemen, and we’ve still got more! This is just the opening match of the Brawl Finale!
BACKSTAGE
Cameras emerge to a dark place deep within the confines of the Smart Araneta Coliseum. Deep in the underbelly of the boiler room. Audience cheers of excitement can be heard, but they are very faint and muffled. Only by way of camera light can one see through this pitch black area. Alexis Morrison appears seated on stars leading out with a propped leg and elbows rest beside her. This was a pre-recorded video feed from earlier today just before Monday Night Brawl came on. The Anti-Starlet has her back against the hard wall facing sideways. She doesn't speak at first, then looks at the cameraman.
Alexis Morrison: "Tonight is all about making statements."
She turns, looking away from cameras as her short followed into place being tossed aside. Alexis adjusts herself before leaning back again. Her eyes appeared to narrow, deep in thought.
Alexis Morrison: "Tonight this marks the end of an season, and the new beginnings of a fresh one calling itself by the name twenty-seventeen. An unknown horizon for anyone to claim. Tonight I am face an enthusiast looking to make a name for herself. Someone looking forward to fight."
The woman chuckles.
Alexis Morrison: "Rachel Navarro is about to get her answer going inside the ring against me. She will soon learn that fighting isn't her best asset. That maybe this is a mistake and return to being just a side attraction because it's clear that's the only thing Rachel is good for. Walking away and looking pretty for everyone attending the many events hosted around the world. She had the good life. Now, that will just become a dead life after I'm done with her lifeless body laying on the floor."
Morrison grows silent while reflecting all that has occurred over the past year with the company. The Anti-Starlet suddenly looks back into the camera lens with a cold stare.
Alexis Morrison: "It's all about making statements, right? Showing the world the glorious product that is Monday Night Brawl? All about teasing who to watch out for in the new year? You better be looking out for me, because I will be making my statement loud and very clear."
With that said, Alexis Morrison flashes a sadistic smile as everything starts to slowly conclude into that familiar darkness ending the video feed. It doesn't take long before we return to more exciting action of this season finale of Extreme Wrestling Corporation's flagship brand. Monday Night Brawl.
DR. HUGH ANGEL
Vs LUPUSAiello: Well that was certainly interesting. Morrison seems pretty confident in herself tonight. We are about ready for our second match here on the Season Finale of BRAWL ... lets get to Jessica
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first standing in the corner to my left, from ‘The Village of Shadow Hearts’, weighing in at 280 pounds… The Sadistic Physician… DR. HUGH ANGEL!!!
Aiello: Hugh had a very good showing last week and he’s looking to continue that here tonight, against the newcomer Lupus.
Bennett: Angel has a sizable weight advantage, that will give him a boost in the power game, especially since Lupus is undersized as a brawler.
Carter: I wouldn’t write anyone off in this match, we could have a barn burner here on our hands.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, standing in the corner to my right, from Detroit Michigan… weighing in at 215 pounds… LUPUS!!!
Aiello: The introductions are done and we are ready to start this thing!
Bennett: It’s about damn time.
DING DING DING
Lupus walks to the middle of the ring showing no fear, waving for the good doctor to just bring it. Hugh stands laughing in the corner as he walks in and meets him mid ring. They stand nose to nose jawing at each other, when Lupus gives Angel a shove! Angel takes a couple steps back and then returns the shove and Lupus falls to the mat and rolls backwards into the corner!
Aiello: Lupus definitely has a mountain to climb in the size category, given his lack of speed, this could be a tough match for him.
Hugh walks toward Lupus bending over and waves for him to bring it, smiling as he backs up to the middle of the ring.
Bennett: The Sadistic Doctor is just toying with him, Lupus is gonna have to change whatever game plan he had, and quick, because he isn’t going to out muscle Angel.
Lupus gets to his feet, shaking it off as he hops around the ring, and then lunges into a collar and elbow tie up! Hugh immediately shoves Lupus to the ground once again! Lupus rolls over standing up slapping the ropes in frustration. Hugh begins talking trash laughing at Lupus, and Lupus meets him in the middle of the ring, the ref tries to break it up trying to get the match started, and Hugh picks the ref up and moves him out of the way, and before the ref can turn around Lupus kicks Hugh right in the jewls!!!
Carter: THAT will even out any advantage!!!
Angel drops to his knees, Lupus follows that up with a snap DDT!
Aiello: And thanks to that cheap shot Lupus has found a way to take control of this match!
Lupus knows that he can’t allow Hugh to recover and he immediately mounts his back and begins to rain down hammer punches on the back of the head of the larger Angel! Hugh manages to fight over and get back on his back and he grabs Lupus with both hands and gets to a standing position! He lifts Lupus into the air with a choke lift and throws him to the ground but Lupus lands on his feet, stumbling back into the ropes, and with the momentum from bouncing off he level’s Hugh with a vicious clothesline! Lupus falls to one knee, trying to catch his breath from the choke lift, but runs and hits the opposite side ropes running right back into Hugh who lifts up Lupus and falls backwards dropping him throat first on the top rope!
Aiello: Ohhh! And this is the kind of fight that Lupus is in for all night, if he can’t get the big man down!
Bennett: That’s gonna be easier said then done.
As Lupus tries to catch his breath he stumbles over into the turnbuckle, Hugh begins hammering down on the head of Lupus as if he is trying to bust him open with his bare hands! Lupus is dazed and Hugh sits him on the top rope, stepping up to the middle rope Angel is looking for a superplex! But Lupus bites him in the face and shoves him off the turnbuckle! As Hugh falls backwards to the mat, Lupus steps up to the top and leaps off the top rope with a body splash! He connects and hooks the leg!
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Carter: Not enough!
Aiello: Not yet anyway.
Lupus knows what is strategy is now and he can’t let the larger man recover so he immediately pulls him up to his feet. He throws him into the ropes and bounces off the opposite side and nails a bicycle kick to the face of Hugh! Lupus again goes for the cover!
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Aiello: Another kickout from Angel!
Lupus picks up Angel but this time is met with three hard elbow shots to the mid section, stumbling Hugh gains the advantage and lifts up Lupus into a vertical suplex!
Carter: Look at the power from the Doctor!
Angel holds Lupus up in the vertical for a good ten seconds before falling backwards, crashing down to the mat! He picks up the dazed and confused Lupus and slams him with a scoop slam before going to the legs looking for the Torture Chamber!!! Angel easily over powers Lupus and locks it in!!!!
Aiello: And this one is as good as over, if he can’t get to the ropes!
Lupus struggles in pain, reaching out for the ropes even lunging toward them but he is just a few inches too far away!!! Lupus is close to tapping out, the ref is right there to call the bell if he does… but he takes one last lunge toward the bottom rope and this time he grabs it!!! The ref calls for the break, but Hugh uses up every second of that five count!
Carter: And Lupus is just barely saved by the bottom rope.
Lupus rolls over onto his back and as Hugh goes to grab him Lupus pulls him down and Hugh falls through the middle and top rope to the arena floor! Lupus follows suit and shoves Angel from behind and he just nicks the turnbuckle post but when he turns around he gets a jumping big boot to the face from Lupus!!! It doesn’t keep him down for long though, Lupus grabs him and looks to slam his head down on the steel steps but Hugh blocks it and slams Lupus down instead! Lupus bounces off and grabs his head, with his back turned to Hugh, Lupus is grabbed by the waist and Hugh performs a german suplex on the outside but they are too close to the ring apron! And Lupus’ head bounces off, the edge of the ring!
“OOOOHHHHHH!!!”
Aiello: That was nasty! Look on the replay, you can see Lupus’ head just snap back after hitting the edge of the canvas!
Hugh shows no mercy as the ref tries to check on Lupus, Angel shoves the ref away and tosses Lupus back in the ring who is still holding the back of his head. Lupus gets up holding the back of his head as the Doctor stands stoic in the ring waiting for him to turn around and when he does Lupus walks right into the HOOKS OF DEATH!!!
Bennett: OHHH boy! Say goodnight Lupus!
Carter: He’s got his fingers all the way down the back of his gullet.
Lupus falls to one knee, as the sadistic doctor shoves his fingers down as far as he can! Lupus falls on his back and the ref makes the count!
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DING DING DING
Hugh releases the hold looking down at the limp Lupus, with a sadistic smile on his face. The ref tells him to get back as medical personnel hit the ring to check on Lupus.
Jessica Stroup: Winner of this match, Dr Hugh Angel
Aiello: Dr Hugh Angel picks up yet another win here tonight. He's off to a great start, and will hope to see this continue next season. Folks, we will be back after this
RINGSIDE
As we come back from commercial the fans let out an astonished gasp as the entire arena is engulfed in darkness, well all except for the entrance ramp, which seems to be osculating random colors in varying different shades and hues. A strange mist begins to come from behind the entrance ramp and begins to drift down to the ring.
Bennett: What is this shit now? Another person coming out?
Aeillo: I don't know, even the technical staff is scratching their heads right now....wait what is that up on the tron?
For a few seconds the tron flickers on and off before finally bursting to a loud, obnoxious static which pierces the ears of not only the people in attendance, but the people in their homes watching abroad. For a few seconds the static remains until finally the screen adjusts to show a man in a dark hallway with a bright light casting a silhouette of his form, he walks briskly down this hallway as the sound of his boots hitting the marble floors is all that can be heard. As the man disappears off screen, the entrance ramp stops changing colors, sticking on a grayish blue hue, as a voice that hasn't been heard for years utters a familiar phrase: "Baby Don't Fear the Reaper!"
The arena lights turn back on as more and more of this mist begin to spew out from the back, the tron changes scenes as "Leave it All Behind" by Cult to Follow begins to play. Splayed out on the tron in big, bright lights is the name: Pence Weatherlight.
Aeillo: Oh my god!
Bennett: Could it be?
Strobe lights begin to shine through the mist, giving it an eerie glow until finally something begins to obstruct the lights as a figure begins to pace back, and forth on the entrance ramp. Out from the mist the figure emerges, walking through it until he stands dead center in the middle of the ramp. Decked out in para-military gear, the Reaper stands in all of his glory in front of the fan base that has been rabid for his return for some time. "Holy Shit" chants fill the arena as Pence lets out a bestial roar and slams his fist against his chest.
Aeillo: It is! Pence Weatherlight is here tonight in the Philippines.
Bennett: But why here? Why now? And why the hell does he look like he is ready to wage war?
Aeillo: I don't know the answers to those questions and I'm sure that the fans don't know either, but none the less the Reaper is here!
Pence pauses as he surveys the fans around the arena and then continues on his path to the ring, a microphone in hand, and a look of confidence on his face. He enters into the ring from the steps and after a few seconds of standing in a corner and taking everything in, namely the chanting around him, he makes his way to the center of the ring, and looks around the arena. He gives the fans time to adjust, it has been a long time for all of them, and even though it is clear that the Reaper is confident, he is also feeling overly emotional. After a few sentimental moments of the fans chanting his name and him listening closely to their chants, he nods his head, and with a smile on his face begins to address the fans.
Weatherlight: Well that was a way warmer "welcome home" than I was expecting. None the less I am grateful for the ovation that I am receiving on this fine night in Quezon City!
There are a few howls of approval which are quickly followed by "Weatherlight" chants and the loud cheering of the boisterous fans in the Philippines. Pence nods again, a slight grin forming on his face as he seems to be getting more sentimental than he originally intended to be, but the seven time champion doesn't seem to mind the praise, nor does he seem ready to silence the fans. Instead he basks in the glow of the ambient noise around him and allows it to flow uninhibited. After a good few seconds, Pence lets out a low chuckle, and then begins to speak into his microphone once again. The people go quietly instinctively, they want to hear what he has to say, and are willing to cease their cheer and applause for a few minutes to allow him to speak.
Weatherlight: Thank you, it is always a refreshing feeling to come back from a long absence to have the people you fought with and for, for so long give you such a warm and gracious welcome. I'm kind of awestruck by it all to be honest...
A "You deserve it" chant begins to make itself known as Pence pauses, the grin that had been growing wider as he spoke grows unbelievably wide as he nods his head.
Weatherlight: Thank you...this however wasn't exactly what me and the General Managers of Brawl agreed upon. In fact, I'm not even suppose to be here till Wrestlefest. That was always the plan, always the end goal for them, but you know me. I'm impatient. I saw such wonderful matches, such an intense crowd, and I said...well fuck it! I want to come out tonight right here on Monday Night Brawl .. the Season Finale in Quezon City!
A loud pop almost deafens the Reaper as he laughs and begins to pace in the ring. He never once looks down, he eyes the fans around the ring, and as he shakes his head he continues on with the grin on his face fading rather quickly away.
Weatherlight: But you see, I didn't come out here tonight on Monday Night Brawl to simply give you guys a sneak peak into what I've been doing. I didn't come back to talk about all of the years I've been gone from the sport and get nostalgic on you. Nor did I come back to sit down in the middle of this ring cross legged and talk about how I'm feeling tonight. No...no... I've come out here tonight to make the intent of this return absolutely clear.
Pence pauses again, he looks dead straight into the camera which is being pointed his way, and then utters his purpose rather bluntly.
Weatherlight: I am here to be EWC Undisputed Champion...and before you all say I am getting ahead of myself, I need to earn it, I can't waltz in blah blah blah ... I want to make it painfully clear that I am not. The Reaper never gets ahead of himself, everything I do is tactically sound, everything is planned down to the last syllable I am speaking right now, and to when I walk up that ramp to the backstage area again.
Pence points up the ramp with his non-microphone wielding hand, before using that same hand to brush his brown hair out of his eyes, and continuing.
Weatherlight: For years, that title had eluded me...I have thrived and succeeded in many different companies, be it APW or SCW, I have succeeded at becoming a focal point of whichever show I signed on to, but here in the EWC...I have always struggled. I've come close to obtaining the highest glory a few times, but was never truly able to get over the hump. I blame myself for that and I apologize to the fans out there who supported me back then and didn't get to see that title held up high by my arm to the heavens above. But times have changed...people have changed...I have changed.
Pence once again pauses, staring dead head into the fans in the fourth row. His face is stern and there is a very clear feeling of confidence that just seemingly consumes that row as they being to chant "Reaper" loudly.
Weatherlight: For those of you out there that don't know what I mean, I want to make it real simple. Do you think I sat around on my ass for all these years contemplating my failures and remembering what some would call my "prime"? No. Instead I was traveling the world, learning, and studying all forms of combat until I knew that it was the right time to make my presence known, to make my intentions heard, but above all else to make believers out of everyone who is doubting me right now. That moment...is right now. It is why I chose the season finale instead of waiting for some PPV to make myself appear, I wanted to close out the year strong, and hit the ground running. So the ball is now in your court... General Manager Silver and General Manager Gold, but before I leave...I want to make a few things really clear.
From this point on, don't sleep on me, because though Ashton and Jaden are doing the hokey pokey and talking about how their internal struggles cost them belts or about how they are going to bring everyone on some mystical journey to a land of pure imagination, when it is all said and done... it won't matter who has the belt. Because that person will be nothing more than a door mat when I get done with them. They won't even be able to show pictures of the atrocities I will commit to the survivor of that match, hell even a dental record won't be able to help them identify the corpse I leave behind for the family to see in the county morgue. Because I am the Reaper...and I am back to raise hell and kick asses, but more importantly, I am back to claim the most prestigious prize this company has to offer...the EWC Undisputed championship. And you can bet your ass I'm not going to relax, take a night off, or rest until that championship is around my waist. Whatever I need to do, I will do. Whoeever I need to face, I will face. However many wins I need to rack up until they name me the top contender, that's what I'll do
So get ready, Brawl! Because Pence Weatherlight is back and he is here to stay!
There is a very mixed reaction to the message Pence has just given, but Pence doesn't seem to care as he drops his microphone, and rolls out of the ring to head up the ramp.
Aeillo: A bold proclamation from the seven time champion, Pence Weatherlight.
Bennett: Bold is one thing, but this is something else entirely. Does this guy actually think he can take on the champ after how long he has been gone from active duty? He must be suicidal. You don't walk into the house that Xplode built and shit in his fridge. You don't disrespect our EWC Champion Ashton Drake. Pence might have been gone so long that he forgot his manners here tonight
Aeillo: I guess we will have to wait to see just what sort of ring shape he is in, won't we? We will get a good first look seeing as he will most likely be signed to the BRAWL brand
Carter: I will say this though, he does have balls for doing what he just did, and as you said I guess we will have to find out if he is all talk and no bite, or if he can walk the walk too. But Xplode nor Drake will be happy at being so disrespected here tonight
Bennett: They won't fucking care, they are too busy trying to kill each other to even notice Pence
TIFFANI LOPEZ
Vs BOB LOBLAWAiello: Here we go folks, our next match is about to begin
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Washington DC, weighing in at 215 pounds… Bob Loblaw!!!
Born in the USA begins to play and out walks Bob Loblaw. As he makes his way down the ramp, he hands out business cards to the fans for his Law Firm. He also throws out a few shirts for his "Bob Loblaw Law Blog" promotions. He then enters the ring and removes his blazer and tie.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from California weighing in at 125 pounds… Tiffany Lopez!!!
Music hits. Spotlight hits stage. 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: Lets see if Loblaw can put one in the W tonight—
Bennett: If Loblaw gets the W tonight I’ll eat my own underwear.
Carter: Don’t sell him short, he always brings it every match.
Bennett: Yeah, but Lopez smells like smoke cuz she is on fire right now!
DING DING DING
The match starts off with Loblaw attacking Lopez from behind as she was stretching in the turnbuckle! He nails her from behind and begins clubbing her down, one after another, she manages to get out of the corner, but Loblaw sets her up and nails a snap suplex! Loblaw hits the ropes and drops a big leg drop on Lopez! COVER!!!
Carter: The ATOMIC LEG DROP! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE HULK HOGAN PUT DOWN WITH THAT MOVE???
Bennett: Are… Are you serious right now? Did you just bring up Hulk… Fucking… Hogan’s name on EWC Brawl?
Carter: ….I’m just sayin…
ONE!
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KICKOUT!!!
Carter: Woah!
Bennett: Shocking…
Loblaw frustrated begins to argue with the ref, saying it should have been a 3 count! But the ref is adamant that it was barely a one count! Lopez is up and just as Loblaw turns around Lopez gives Bob a kick to the mid section and performs TIGER FURY!!!! SHE HOLDS IT FOR THE COVER! The crowd POPS!
“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!”
DING DING DING!
Aiello: And just like that Lopez makes short work of Loblaw!
Bennett: And by performing only one single move no less…
Carter: I still say he performed that leg drop to perfection…
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... TIFFANI LOPEZ!!!
RINGSIDE
The cameras pan across the arena, scouting the members of the audience. One camera finds FSW Superstar Amis FN Shelton in the crowd and displays him on the big titantron. The fans' excitement level begins to build as they acknowledge the hottest prospect in FSW's attendance. Amis gives a cocky smirk straight to the camera.
Aiello: Oh there he is! Amis Shelton is showing a keen interest in the BRAWL finale tonight!
Bennett: This young man has taken FSW by storm and it's only a matter of time before he gets the opportunity to join us on Monday nights!
The crowd starts booing as "Whispers and Potions" by Melissa Auf Der Maur hits the PA. Harlow Kinsley emerges at the top of the ramp--but instead of her usual, vacant stumbling, she makes her way toward the ring with a very dedicated pace. She wastes no time with the usual flash and flare, grabbing a microphone from ringside before climbing into the ring.
Carter: I wonder what Kinsley has to say, the crowd sure isn't happy to see her
Kinsley: Alright, that's enough. Shut your stupid mouths.
This, of course, only prompts the audience to boo harder. Harlow shrugs, pacing the ring slowly, waiting for the reaction to die back down.
Kinsley: It's rare that I see a point in addressing you peons personally, but it's rarer still that one of those rank amateurs in the back says something to make me think. Polly... Polly god damn Pocket, of all people, in an otherwise worthless and forgettable diatribe back in October, said one thing. One... thing that's managed to get under my skin and I want to address it.
Contenders... for the X Division title. Where are they?
Where the hell are they? Are they in the back? Are they out there in the crowd somewhere, hiding among all you fat, uneducated yokels? I haven't seen them. We had a list, a... a handy little chart once of everybody that could even potentially be considered worthy of falling at my feet, and as wittle Powwy Pocket so helpfully pointed out, everyone on that list has either flopped hard or run scared. So who's left? Who would even remotely demonstrate some semblance of a challenge to me these days? Because I've looked around, believe me, and what's left in that locker room... is pathetic.
Again, loud booing. Kinsley waits, one hand on the ropes.
Kinsley: So I, in my infinite wisdom, have decided to come out here and make this official. At Wrestlefest, I want a challenge. I want someone with the chops to actually hang with me in the ring. Hardcore, no disqualification, blood and gore on the mat, the whole nine. I know--I know nobody can beat me, I've proven that time and time again... but surely, surely there's somebody back there that can at least make a show out of it.
Or is dumb enough to try.
Harlow pauses. She waits. She leans into the ropes a little more. The murmur of the fans begins to build. She doesn't wait all that long, however, before straightening back up.
Kinsley: Nobody? Really? I knew there was a bunch of craven cowards in this company, but I thought one of you insignificant little insects in the back would jump at the chance to fight for a title. THAT'S the problem with you people. No ambition! No fortitude! Against all odds I've asserted myself as the most dangerous person on this roster, and the rest of you won't even try to keep up! All this blathering on about how great our talent is, all this mindless yammering about women's revolutions and similar garbage... but when it comes down to it? I am the most critical asset the EWC has, and the only woman setting any sort of admirable example in this building is m--
Just as Nurse Harlow was about finish her word. "Stronger" By Through Fire starts to play to a surprising pop in tonight's audience as cameras center on the entrance before quickly going into Alexis Morrison's video package. Out to a much louder pop comes "The Anti-Starlet" wearing wrestling gear underneath a black leather jacket holding a microphone. She stops at the top of the ramp looking at both sides of the crowd before proceeded to walk down aisle making sure not to come in contact of any nearby fans. Alexis enters the ring and stares at Harlow. Her theme song starts to die down, and we're left with some solid chant for The Anti-Starlet.
Alexis Morrison: “Kinsley. You want to come out and bad mouth these people, I couldn't care less. You making this notion that suddenly you're the most dangerous woman on the roster? Well, sweetheart, I seem to recall that you didn't look dangerous when I took you out of commission during our little tag team match two weeks back. In fact, I outsmarted both you and that washed up Easy Rider, Tony Savage. You want to go around saying you're bored with the competition on Monday Night Brawl's roster...”
She lowers the microphone. The Anti-Starlet takes a few steps toward Harlow Kinsley, almost coming within inches from each other. Alexis Morrison looks at Kinsley die in the eyes, and continues.
Alexis Morrison: “Then, why didn't you enter the King of the Cage?”
A chant of King of the Cage starts in the sold out Smart Araneta Coliseum in Quezon City.
Alexis Morrison: “Despite losing to Kurt Newman. I proved that I'm more than capability of kicking your ass anytime, any day this time around. You thought I would play dead once you defeated me at Night of Champions XIII, that I'd magically be removed from your sights like so many others. Not a chance, sister. I told you once I didn't give a shit about what belt you have. I just want to beat the hell out of y-”
Alexis gets cut off as well to theme music not of her own.
The crowd erupts as the music heralds the Cutest of the Cute who comes skipping out dressed in her scintillating fairy attire, complete with magic tutu and wand. She playfully skips down the aisle, twirling and blowing kisses at the fans. She does a quick lap around the ring tagging hands and hugging fans, before scooping up a mic on the way in. Nurse Kinsley is nearest to her, the first person she meets upon popping to her vertical base. Her music halts and, in a show of complete and utter disrespect, Polly marches right past Harlow, tossing up a hand in her face...
Polly: Old news. No longer relevant.
She continues a few more steps and gets face to chest with Alexis Morrison. While Alexis stares menacingly down at her, Pocket has a rather friendly look on her face, unusual given the turbulent history the two have had. Polly smiles up at her sweetly and bats her little lashes oh so cutely.
Polly: You're welcome, Alexis. You're welcome for me giving you wins against Latoya as well as whats her name from nobody cares.. *gives a dismissive gesture toward Nurse Kinsley* ...and Tony Suckage. You're welcome for me not entering the King of the Cage, because I could've possibly stomped you out in the first round. I was busy preparing for and going to the place you ran away from with your tail betwixt yours legs - Rampage - to beat up on people who are a lot more dangerous than Tiffany Lopez and Latoya Hixx. No need to thank me though.
Polly's sweet smile swerves a little, breaking into a mean little one.
Polly: Now, I couldn't help but hear you rattling your trappy yap about not wanting to take the X-Division Championship, you just want to beat the hell out of dumpster casket girl. That's fine. You do that. But do it another time. You've had plenty of chances, over many different hair colors, to achieve that with title or no title and lost every single time. I, however, faced what's her name only once in her own morbid environment and all she could do was wave a bat around, missing most of the time, as I goofed off and wound up losing. She squeaked by. Once. And has since lost to me (technically) in tag team action. WHOA!
Polly nearly jumps out of her skin, faking like she is just now noticing Nurse Kinsley again.
Polly: I did not realize you were still here. Your presence has just... gosh... I dunno... diminished the last month or so? It's easy to miss you, with your aura of invincibility shattered and your mystique broken. My bad, hehe.
Polly squares up with her, a playful twinkle in her eyes.
Polly: Fine. Fine. Sure. I'm a charitable person. I'll make you relevant again. I'll give you audience.
Polly cocks a brow at her.
Polly: Were you the one saying you're the most dangerous woman and all that? I totes agree. You're still the most dangerous, with a weapon in your hand, in EWC. It's certainly not Ms. B&E over here *head motions to Alexis*. But that's kind of an underwhelming statement these days isn't it? Being the most dangerous doesn't equate to being able to win or retain a title. For that, you have to be the one with the most heart, the most desire, the most preparation, and the LEAST amount of illegal drugs running through their veins.
She gets uncomfortably close to Kinsley's face.
Bennett: I wouldn't get too close there Polly ... Kinsley is known to be a biter *winks at the camera*
Polly: Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater. Hehehe. So how about it? We're kinda sorta 1-1 at this point. I just KNOW you want that little Polly Pocket asterisk avenged. I just KNOW you want to fulfill the broken promises you made the first time we met, where you claimed I would bleed and all that other blippity dippity blah blah crap that didn't happen. Me and you. X-Division Champlingship on the line. The thing is in serious need of a face lift and who better to give it a make over than the Cutest of the Cute?
Polly smiles oddly sweet at Harlow and bats her lashes to possibly charm the clueless drugged up idiot into giving her the match.
Just then music plays and Emma Louise steps through the curtain.
Emma: "Ladies, ladies!"
She continues talking as she walks down the isle.
Emma: "With the holiday season upon us, I was thinking the other day about New Years Resolutions. I was thinking about mine and how one of them was to take more advantage of opportunities. I think that I've rested on my laurels a little bit in my time here in EWC and I was going to try and change all that in 2017."
By now she is entering the ring.
Emma: "And then I looked at the monitor in the back and I saw it was ladies night out here. I saw Kinsley out here saying that she was looking for some contenders to her title. Maybe I got hit in the head a bit, maybe I'm a tad bias but I don't remember the match that Kinsley and I had at Rumble In The Bronx being a one sided squash. By my count, it could have gone either way. Maybe New York wasn't my night, maybe tonight is. So if you want to go one on one with me love, just say the word."
Emma looks at all the others in the ring.
Aiello: How pissed must Latoya Hixx be right now? I mean ... Pocket and Morrison are out here right now ... maybe Hixx will come back out too
Bennett: I hope not
Emma: "I'm all for competition here in EWC so if anyone in this ring can prove to me that they are better than me or that they think they should get a shot at the title then step up and prove it."
Suddenly there is an eruption of cheers as "Coming Undone" by Korn once again blasts over the PA system
Aiello: Mac is coming back out ... it's been a busy night for him
Bennett: He could use the exercise
President Mac walks about half way down the ramp and begins to address the women in the ring
Mac: Ladies ... ladies
Bennett: Look, he couldn't even make it down the whole ramp ... Mac is getting old
Carter: Aren't you the same age?
Bennett shoots Max a dirty look
Bennett: Shut it kid ... I hope Mac shuts this down with a 'NO' once again ... that shit doesn't get old
Mac: I think this is the most I've been on TV in years
Fans laugh along with Mac
Mac: I'm not sure if there is something in the air tonight, or if its just the awesomeness that a Season Finale brings out of people ... but there is a whole lot of talent in this ring right now. All of you making valid points, and until right now, we haven't announced a X-Division Championship match at Wrestlefest yet
The fans begin to murmur with excitement as they can sense what's coming ... Polly, Emma, Kinsley and Morrison are all fixated on Mac now and what he's about to announce
Mac: I'm a fair and reasonable man. I look at you all, and I know for certain that you three *points at Polly, Emma and Morrison* each deserve a title shot and you Harlow *points to Kinsley* you deserve an opponent who will challenge you for that X-Division Championship you've held onto since March. So here is what I'll do. Polly, Emma, Alexis ... Harlow ... the four of you will battle it out in a Ultimate X match at Wrestlefest XIV
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
Polly, Emma, Alexis and Harlow all looked shocked and pleasantly surprised in the ring, the fans erupt in cheers and continue to chant
Mac: Now that that's settled, lets get on with the rest of the show shall we?
Aiello: There you have it folks. What a night it's been so far. So many surprises here tonight. An Ultimate X match ... wow. We haven't had one of those in several years. Folks, things are heating up ... we will be back after this quick message from one of our sponsors
JACOB CASS
Vs EMMA LOUISEAiello: Welcome back to BRAWL friends ... In a night full of new faces, we’re about to see the third of four debuting BRAWL talents, as Jacob Cass gets set to face Emma Louise who we just saw a few moments ago
Carter: It’s been a mixed bag for Red Dragon and Lupus so far, but we’ll see if Jacob can get the newcomers on the right track.
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall.. Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan standing at 6'2 inches tall weighing in at 225 Pounds! This is the Devil Of Dark Arts... JACOB CASS!!!
Cass waits in the back for a few moments before slowly walking down the ramp, after ‘Shiver’ by The Gazette starts. Black and white lights flicker across the stage and Jacob laughs maniacally which causes the crowd to boo him louder.
Aiello: Did it get cold in here, or is it just me?
Bennett: I hear the son o’ bitch has some history with Bret Michaels over there on Rampage.
Carter: I think you mean Griffin Hawkins, and for his sake, I hope that history is better than the history he made at King of the Cage, where he crashed out in the opening round against fellow BRAWL competitor Alexis Morrison, who we’ll see a little bit later tonight.
Aiello: Indeed, a strong performance from all the EWC charges at King of the Cage, but now Jacob Cass makes his full-fledged EWC roster debut.
He stares at a few fans before smirking and laughing... Jacob now relishes the boos quietly before climbing the steps and standing in the center of the ring. A spotlight shines on him while he yells out a bloodcurdling primal scream, causing the crowd to shiver in fear. He puts a fist in the air before transitioning it into a gun taunt and screaming "This is my house!" while pointing into the camera nearest to him.
"Neo Geo" plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, FROM Los Santos by way of London, England… EMMA LOUISE!
Aiello: Here’s someone looking for a bounceback performance in Emma Louise, who dropped her Triple Threat match last time out in Ottawa, though she wasn’t a factor in the pinfall.
Bennett: Bossman seems to be a fan of hers, so we’ll see if the faith is justified.
Carter: Regardless of where the support comes from, Max Bailey certainly won’t forget her; we certainly wish him the best in his recovery as well. Not only that, Emma just booked a dance at Wrestlefest ... so this will be a nice warm up for her, or a big setback
Emma waves to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.
DING DING DING
Emma makes a move to lock up with Cass in the middle of the ring; Cass ducks away and laughs maniacally, though an irate Emma will have none of it. She walks up to ‘The Devil of Dark Arts’ and slaps him square in the jaw, much to the delight of the crowd!
Aiello: OH BOY, that was loud!
Carter: I’m pretty sure they heard that one back in North America!
Bennett: I couldn’t hear it here over these people; come on, it was a slap. But there’s no denying she’s here for business.
Cass staggers back after the slap, and Emma continues the onslaught, using more slaps to push Cass back into the corner. Jacob eventually pushes her back out into the middle of the ring, the force of which makes her somersault backwards before getting to her feet. As Emma gets her wits about her, Cass comes forward with a Discus Elbow… Emma ducks… SPIN KICK!
Emma goes for the cover…
1!
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2!
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Cass kicks out right after the referee’s hand hits the mat for the second time. Cass gets back to his feet, flinging Emma off to the side. As Emma gets to her feet, Cass promptly puts her right back down with a Spear! Cass doesn’t waste any time, teeing off on Emma with lefts and rights to her head. The referee eventually pulls a protesting Cass away, backing him into the corner; the Filipino fans are none too pleased with the development.
Bennett: Come on, you son o’ bitch, these people came to see a fight!
Aiello: Not that you’d know, but the referee does have to keep the safety of both combatants in mind in what’s been a match of shifting momentum thus far.
As Cass continues his protest with the referee, Emma has gotten back up to her feet. She finds her way to the nearest turnbuckle, then climbs to the top of it… DIVING SPEAR OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! The crowd roars as Emma’s shoulder connects with Cass’s sternum, surprising even the referee. Cass has the wind knocked out of him by the impact, and he has to take a knee. Sensing an opportunity, Emma sprints toward the opposite turnbuckle, then charges forward for a Cross Chop… ONLY TO EAT A SUPERKICK FROM JACOB CASS!
OOOOOOOOH!
Aiello: That… That’s not fun.
Carter: Yep, she’s going to be feeling that one for a little while, I would think.
The kick connects squarely with Emma’s jaw, stopping her dead in her tracks. Cass takes a moment to taunt the crowd with his gun taunt, then proceeds to cover Emma…
1!
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2!
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3-KICKOUT!
Emma kicks out at the last minute, and the Manila crowd erupts. Jacob’s eyes bulge out of his head at the lack of a pinfall, and he lets the referee hear about it. Emma slowly gets to her feet, grabbing at her jaw following the Superkick.
Aiello: EWC ain’t easy, and I think Jacob Cass just learned that the hard way; the taunting may have cost him a win in his debut!
Carter: This is the big leagues, Joe, and that may have just left enough of an opening for Emma to capitalize here.
Bennett: Dumb son o’ bitch.
Cass continues to plead his case to the referee, though he’s getting incredibly frustrated; as the referee moves back to the middle of the ring, Cass’s eyes turn red, much to the crowd’s dismay. Cass comes forward to tie up with Emma, only for Emma to slide under his arms… EN-EMMA! The Bubba Bomb drops Cass straight on his face, drawing a roar from the crowd!
Aiello: What strength there from Emma Louise to drop someone with that much of a size advantage! It’s really incredible how far she’s come since she debuted here in EWC.
Carter: A veteran move from the still-young Emma; she’s clearly taken advantage of Jacob’s loss of focus following the near-fall, and making him pay for it!
Cass is on all fours, trying to shake off the impact of the En-Emma, but Emma’s not wasting any time as she sprints for the ropes. She bounces up, then goes airborne… SPRINGBOARD ASAI MOONSAULT FROM THE TOP ROPE CONNECTS SQUARELY, FLATTENING CASS! Emma scrambles for the cover…
1!
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2!
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KICKOUT!
Cass barely gets a shoulder up just before the referee’s hand hits three. Emma looks shocked at first, but she’s undeterred. She stalks Cass, waiting for him to get to his feet. Once he’s up to one knee, Emma seizes the opportunity, getting Cass into a headlock. She lunges back, swinging her leg as she does… SMASH!
Aiello: There it is, the Girl Crush! My God, her power is certainly deceptive.
Bennett: She damn near put the son o’ bitch to sleep with that.
The crowd applauds the Snapmare Driver, and Emma doesn’t waste any time hooking Jacob’s far leg…
1!
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3!
DING DING DING!
The crowd roars in approval as the referee helps Emma to her feet, then raises her arm in triumph.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, EMMA LOUISE!
Aiello: Another convincing win for Emma Louise here heading into Wrestlefest; she’s clearly back on the right track.
Carter: I feel like she’s right on the cusp of something big, so we’d best keep an eye on her.
RINGSIDE
"Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top begins to blast over the PA system
Aiello: Hmmm ... looks like someone might be coming down to the ring, not sure who
Bennett: Great tune man
Carter: Yeah I um ... *flipping through papers* ... I don't see anyone scheduled to come down right now
A few cheers from the crowd are heard as a man in a suit steps onto the platform, which is now revealed to be billionaire Martin Specter
Aiello: Oh, that's billionaire Martin Specter. He's the gentleman that met with President Mac while we were all in France for the European tour
Bennett: I guess he could afford to have his own theme song
Carter: I'm the bosses son, and I don't even have a theme song
Specter has a giant smile on his face and makes his way down the ramp and calmly enters the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and motions for Jessica Stroup to hand him her microphone
Martin: For those who don't already know me, shame on you ... my name is Martin Specter and I'm a self made billionaire
He pauses for an applause but only hears a few cheers and whistles. Martin smirks, nods his head and continues
Martin: That's fine. You don't know me yet. But you will. Every single one of you here tonight, and every single one of you watching from home right now, you will all get to know me pretty damn well. Danny ... sorry, President Mac and I ... have been talking a great deal since June. I flew him out to France, he stayed in my Villa, I offered him six billion dollars for the company ...
The fans start to get a little nervous now. Lots of noise can be heard of each talking, some shouting and a few boos are heard
Aiello: Wait what?
Martin smiles
Martin: Now that got your attention didn't it? Don't worry, Mr Mac turned me down
A sigh of relief comes over the crowd, some cheers and chants for Mac start up now
Martin: Six billion, seven billion, ten billion ... Mac kept saying no. That's when I learned, it's not about the money. Mac has passion. Mac has a love for wrestling. Mac has a love for the EWC and each one of you here tonight and watching from home
The arena is really rocking now and cheers are heard all over
Martin: Fuck that. It always comes down to money. Money always wins. Money beats out passion, beats out love ... it's money. There isn't a single asshole in this building tonight that would turn down one million dollars to simply never watch the EWC ever again. One million. To never watch one fucking show. You would all jump at that
Thunderous boos are now heard
Bennett: He said the wrong thing, rich or not, he's an idiot
Martin: Sure, boo the rich successful man.
The boos now get louder
Martin: See, your already listening to me. That's good. Because that means I have your attention. Now lets hope President Mac is also paying attention. I represent a group of people who want to see an end to the way things have been run in the EWC. Things are a little out of hand. Wouldn't you say? We have one sadistic match after another, weapons, cages, blood, blood and more blood. Parents are angry. Sponsors are angry. Networks are angry. The FCC is angry. Things need to change and ... well ... I know Mac's weakness
Martin looks over at Max and winks
Carter: What the hell is he winking at me for
Martin: See, Mac might have said no to the money, but Mac is a competitive man. He isn't stupid. He wants whats good for the viewers and ... well I did my homework on this guy, like I do all my ... potential take-overs ... and Mac has a long history of not being able to say no when called down to the ring and challenged. So here I stand before you, before the thousands here in attendance, before the millions watching and streaming around the world ... I say ... Mac, I wont force you to come down to the ring like Latoya Hixx did, instead I will give you my next offer ... in the form of a challenge.
Martin pauses and smiles again
Martin: You can either accept my final monetary offer, of ... FIFTEEN BILLION GOOD OLD AMERICAN DOLLARS ....
A huge gasp is heard arena wide
Martin: Well Mr President ... It's up to you ... oh wait ... sorry ... I guess now that I've made this public and my offer public ... I guess it's now up to the entire board to decide. I wonder which way they will swing?
Carter: That shady mother fucker
Martin: Like I said ... you will ALL get to know me ... tic tock Mac, the ball is in your court now
Marin drops the mic and exits the ring. He then salutes Max Carter and heads up the ramp with a big grin on his face as "Sharp Dressed Man" continues to play
Aiello: Who the hell continues to play his music backstage after what just happened
Bennett: Never though I'd see the day, but Mac might have just lost control of the EWC. Martin Specter might very well become our next owner and ... President?
Aiello: I can't see that happening ... there is no way Mac will allow that to happen
Max Carter slams his fist hard in frustration
TABLES & GLITTER MATCH
POLLY POCKETVs 1KG
REINFORCED TABLES ARE SETUP ALL AROUND THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING
ONLY TWO TABLES HAVE A TUB OF GLITTER UNDER THEM
TO WIN - YOU MUST SMASH YOUR OPPONENT THROUGH THE CORRECT TABLE & INTO THE TUB OF GLITTER
Aiello: Easy Max ... everything will be sorted I'm sure. Continuing on folks .. our next match is a rather unique match, a first of its kind for sure. Polly Pocket and rookie sensation 1KG will be battling in a Tables & Glitter Match. This should be very interesting.
Stroup: The following one on one contest will be a Tables and Glitter match! The only way to win will be by putting your opponent through a table with a tub of glitter beneath it. There are only two tubs of glitter. Introducing first, from the East of the River Bliss, weighing 110 lbs, 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.
"Beauty and a Beat" by Justin Beiber begins to play as the lights dim to a dark pink. The camera pans about until it stops on a certain section of the fans. Dressed in a long black leather jacket with a fur hood and shades, 1KG emerges from the upper fan area! He walks through the fans, his arms held out as his theme song continues to play! The fans reach out and attempt to touch him as he walks down the stairs and heads towards the ring! On the video screen above the entrance, his video package displays proudly:
(Entrance Video)
Stroup: Please welcome ... 1KG!!!!
Now at the ring barrier, 1KG hops over the bannister and arrives at ringside! He then runs up the metal steps and enters the ring, spinning in circles with his arms out! Letting his jacket slide off of his body, he reveals a sharp futuristic outfit as he begins to dance in the middle of the ring! He does this for a time until he performs a spin, and then stops in a dramatic pose down! Out of no where, a sea of Kittens emerge from under the ring, as they meow and run up the ramp and out of sight!
Snatching the microphone out of Jessica's hand, 1.K.G smirks as he speaks!
1KG: YO! Get your pooper scoopers ready cuz this shit is REAL! The Innovator of Innovating is here, and the time is NOW! So women? Throw your panties at me... because I am too hot to be HELD BACK!!! DO WORK, SON!!!
The fans laugh and cheer as 1KG drops the microphone, causing Jessica to have to pick it back up with an annoyed look on her face. His theme song slowly fades out as we see the last kitten running away.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and 1KG struts up to Polly and puts a hand on her hip. She smiles up at him before driving her left knee into his groin, making him double over in pain. She followed this up with a DDT.
Aiello: What’s the word, boys? Are we going to see a one sided demolition here as well, or will it be competitive?
Bennett: I’m calling it now, Polly, one sided.
Carter: I don’t know. 1 Kool Guy may be a goofball, but I think on some level, he does actually want to win.
Polly Jumped surprisingly high in the air, and came crashing down on the back of 1KG with her knees. He groaned and rolled over, getting to his knees before Polly hits a Shining Wizard, sending him back to the mat. Polly goes to the apron and waits for him to get up. The Tiny Tornado then jumped up, slingshot herself to the top rope and then jumped again, hitting the Pollycanranna.
Aiello: I gotta say, it looks like Polly is trying to prove something here tonight. The match has only started, but 1 Kool Guy hasn’t been able to mount a single offensive move.
Bennett: Told you, Polly is going to take this home, easily.
Carter: She’s looking good so far.
1KG managed to get to his feet, but Polly bore down on him with her arm stretched out for a Clothesline. 1KG ducked, and Polly continued to the other side of the ride, rebounding off the ropes. She then ducked under a Clothesline, and rebounded off the opposite ropes. Ducking a second Clothesline, she springboarded off the ropes and took 1KG down with a huge Flying Cross Body. Polly was noticeably favoring her midsection a bit after that move, but she kept going. Rolling out of the ring, she saw a fan with a cupcake with lots of icing.
Polly: May I have that delicious creation, kind friend?
Fan: I’ll trade you for a selfie!
Polly: But of course!
Polly posed with the fan, who took out her phone and snapped a few shots. Polly was then given the cupcake, and she rolled back into the ring and took a bite of it. With 1KG on his feet now, she spat the cupcake in his face and then smashed the rest of it against his head. She then turned around and hit him with a Pele Kick.
Aiello: Polly is…completely obliterating 1 Kool Guy.
Bennett: Has nobody been paying attention to me?
Carter: I’m astonished she has kept control for this long.
Polly rolled out of the ring, and crawled under the apron and removed a container full of legos. She got back in the ring and dumped the container. Picking 1KG up, she took him down hard on a pile of the legos with a DDT, busting him open.
Aiello: Legos!
Bennett: We’ve got blood!
Carter: This is turning into a beatdown.
Polly stalked 1KG from behind, waiting for him to get to his feet. He was wobbly, and she charged him, going for a Back Elbow Smash, but somehow, he managed to counter it into a Back Suplex, taking the Glitter Girl to the mat. Polly was up quickly, but she ate a kick to the face, making her recoil. 1KG grabbed her, tossing her through the ropes to the outside. Following her, he began laying into her with lefts and rights.
Aiello: About damn time.
Bennett: Action back to the outside!
Peter, Polly’s manager began shouting at 1KG, distracting him long enough for Polly to recover. She ducked behind him and managed to take him up and over with a German Suplex through a table. There was no explosion of glitter, so the match went on. 1KG groaned in pain as Polly pulled him to his feet. Out of nowhere, 1KG headbutts Polly, making her stagger. He does it again, making her fall to the ground. 1KG picks Polly up and then drops her on the barricade, making her groan in pain as she is hung up. He looks at her backside and begins thrusting his hips towards her.
Aiello: What a Kool Guy!
Bennett: Well, that’s unorthodox.
Carter: Disgusting.
A young brunette woman in the crowd stands up and gets into a verbal altercation with 1KG, distracting him. He began giving her the “suck it” gesture, and she shot him the bird.
Aiello: It doesn’t get any better than EWC live!
Bennett: I’m sure I’ve seen that woman before.
Carter: If you watched Rampage, she has shown up several times
Polly pulled herself together, and stood on the barricade. 1KG turns around in time to get nailed with Fist of the Fae. The crowd exploded.
Carter: Polly off the barricade!
Polly stood and pulled 1KG to his feet, dragging him to another table, where she delivered a German Suplex through it. Still no burst of glitter. Polly slammed her fist on the ground in frustration as she leaned against the barricade, catching her breath. As 1KG began to stir, Polly got back to her feet, bearing down on him, tackling him into the ring steps. Polly looked under the ring as 1KG began stirring. He began moving toward her, until she came from under the ring with a baseball bat made of legs. He stumbled backing up and ran up the ramp. With a squeal of delight, Polly followed him.
Aiello: What in the…
Bennett: I think 1 Kool Guy has finally realized that Polly Pocket means business here tonight.
Carter: He’s actually running away.
The titantron came to life, showing the action backstage. Polly caught up with 1KG and shattered the baseball bat over his head, making the legos go in all directions. She ran toward a wall a few feet away, running a up a bit and the launching herself back and taking 1KG down with a wall assisted Tornado DDT. 1KG was busted open again and Polly rolled to her feet, catching her breath. She moved over to 1KG and then hit the Taco Drop.
Aiello: I wouldn’t mind being subjected to that…
Bennett: I imagine it might be painful to have about a hundred pounds dropped on your face, Joe.
Polly rolled away and looked around the area. She grabbed a steel chair, but when she turned around, 1KG snatched it from her and then nailed her over the head with it. Polly was busted open, blood covering her face. She struggled to her hands and knees, but 1KG hit her in the back with the chair. He began dragging her back out to the ring. Near the entrance, she managed to fight him off and then his him with a Stunner.
There was a table on the stage, so Polly picked 1KG up with a struggle and laid him on top of it. She then pointed up and crowd popped. Polly began climbing the titantron, reaching the top with surprising speed. 1KG still wasn’t moving. With a roar, Polly jumped, and came crashing down on 1KG with a massive Elbow Drop. There was a resulting explosion of colors and the crowd began cheering.
Aiello: I don’t think that was glitter.
Bennett: Were those…legos?
Carter: What in the hell are those two doing now?
Near the ring, the two managers were brawling. Peter was on the receiving end, until he threw a pocket full of glitter in Dottie’s eyes and then Body Slammed her through a table. There was an explosion of glitter.
Aiello: Holy shit!
Bennett: What the heck is going on tonight?!
Carter: We’re down one glitter table.
Peter leaned over the barricade, and said something to the young brunette woman from before. She nodded.
Aiello: What was that about?
Bennett: Your guess is as good as mine.
Carter: Anyone else get the idea that more than a match is going on here?
Polly crawled away from 1KG, in immense pain. She lay on her back, trying to catch her breath.
Aiello: You’ve gotta wonder how much either of them have left in the tank.
Bennett: I’m still calling this as being a mostly one sided match, in Polly’s favor. Like holy shit, 1 Kool Guy has gotten maybe five offensive moves in.
Polly stood on wobbly legs, moving toward 1KG, who still wasn’t moving. Polly began dragging the limp body of 1KG down the ramp. Reaching the ring, she leaned against the apron, coming up with her next plan of attack. Then, she saw a man in the crowd with cupcakes and a sign that said “Polly Rules!” She stumbled over to him, and she recognized him.
Aiello: Is that…?
Bennett: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve got Drake, the rapper, not our world champion, here in the audience at EWC.
Carter: I’m done. I’m just done.
Polly: Oh, a supporter! Might I have a cupcake, sir Drake?
Drake: Hell yeah! On one condition…
Polly leaned in as the Canadian rapper whispered in her ear. Polly brightened up and took a few cupcakes from him, placing them on 1KG’s face. She then wobbled her way into the ring, and pulled herself to the top rope, and hit the Taco Drop on 1KG. The crowd exploded now. 1KG finally began stirring, and when he got up, he ducked a clothesline from Polly and whipped her into the apron. 1KG climbed up on the barricade and posed for the crowd.
Polly rolled into the ring gingerly and jumped to the top rope, and when 1KG turned around, she nailed him with a Pollycanranna, sending him through a table. There was a puff of glitter and the bell rang.
DING DING DING
Dizzied, Polly crawled back into the ring as her music began playing. She tried to stand, but she collapsed on the mat.
Jessica Stroup: And your winner .... Polly Pocket!
As Polly Pocket lay in the ring, the referee trying to raise her hand in victory, the arena went dark and the Titantron came to life. 20 black Range Rovers were shown driving into the arena. They stopped near the backstage area just behind the entrance. The titantron then showed clips from Polly Pocket’s matches since coming to the EWC. The montage was about two minutes long. As it ended, Party Monster by The Weeknd began playing through the PA system. The titantron now showed the doors to the SUV’s opening, and then it faded.
A moment later, several dozen hooded people began walking down the ramp, surrounding the ring. The last to come down the ramp was met by a woman who came out of the crowd. The woman whispered something to the person, and then pointed to the ring and smiled. In the ring, Polly still was laying on her back, exhausted. The figure walking toward the ring pulled out a microphone, and a familiar, confident voice was heard.
Figure: Polly Pocket. Allow me to be one of the first to congratulate you on your victory. When I left earlier tonight after winning my match, I wasn’t sure if I’d be returning. We’ve talked about this moment for weeks, now. I’ve seen myself as a bit of a mentor for you, and you my student. I’ve offered encouragement when I felt it was needed. Tonight, on the season finale of Monday Night Brawl, you’ve finally proven yourself to me.
The figure climbed into the ring, now, and stood in front of Polly. The figure made a gesture and someone entered the ring, holding a package. The figure with the microphone threw back her hood, revealing the unmasked face of Dragasha Omega. A gasp rippled through the crowd.
Dragasha: I watched from my phone, on my way back to my hotel, as Polly Pocket went toe to freaking toe with her opponent tonight. I saw a war. I saw a battle where these two refused to give an inch. But in the end, Polly didn’t just take an inch, she took a mile. On the Season Finale, Polly proved beyond all doubt that she not only belongs here among us, but that she also belongs…with us. Polly, many moons ago, we talked about this moment, and I made it clear that you would be evaluated live. You have met and exceeded all of my expectations. You have displayed the characteristics, time and again, that I look for. All that is left is for me to ask, and you to answer.
The stunned crowd remained silent. Dragasha’s associate removed a cloak from the package. Dragasha then removed a case from her pocket, and opened it, revealing a Dragon medallion necklace.
Dragasha: Will you, Polly Pocket, take this, and join the Order of the Dragon?
Polly struggles to her feet and stands hunched over some, teetering, still feeling the effects of the all-out war that she nor 1KG expected to put themselves through tonight. She blinks the blurriness from her vision and focuses on the silver medallion that so very few are worthy to attain, then turns her gaze up to the very woman who, behind the scenes, has been a guiding light to her right along with Peter's wizened counsel.
Polly shakes her head in disbelief at first but then reality sets in, and the fans push her to answer by chanting
"YES! YES! YES!"
She looks to them and then back to Dragasha, tears of joy visible as she shakes her head.
Polly: I accept!
The crowd exploded now as Polly gave the only acceptable answer. Polly dips her head down and bows respectfully as Dragasha places the medallion around her neck. More tears surface as she looks down at the invaluable object around her neck. Her thumb traces over it and presses down, as if testing it to make sure this whole encounter is truly real - that it is not a dream. Dragasha cradles Polly’s chin, lifting her head, taking note of the cut that was still active; Polly would need stitches, most likely.
Suddenly, Peter rolls into the ring all smiles and gives Polly the biggest most loving hug, then turns to Dragasha.
Peter: Where's mine, Dragasha Omega? I want something cool, too!
He takes a knee expectantly and bows. The crowd laughs now and Dragasha chuckles. She makes a gesture and another of her associates enter the ring with a package.
Dragasha: Worry not, friend. Your relationship with Polly shall remain intact. You have been instrumental in her success, and I am happy to take on the packaged deal. You had Marina call me before the match even ended. You had amazing faith in her, and that is to be expected, as you’ve been a great enfluence. From now on, you shall be known as Margrave Peter Marktovious Pantis
Taking the package from her associate, Dragasha removed a caped mantle, and put it on Peter. He tugged at it a bit, and then nodded in acceptance. Dragasha turned back to Polly.
Dragasha: It is customary to make a bit of a speech upon entry. What would you say to your peers, associates, and anyone watching?
Overcome with the magnitude of the moment, Polly is at a loss for any kind of speech giving.
Polly: I uh, want to thank my peoples in the stands, and the cupcake makers of the world; without either of those two types of people, I would not be the rootin', tootin' butt kicking machine I am today. The fans are my spirit animals. And I make a vow to them and you, Dragasha, and all the warriors in the Order, that on this 28th day of November and moving forward until my last day - I will climb any mountain, swim any water, walk across any fire, and sacrifice myself upon any altar of atrocity to make this realm and all the realms a better place. VERILY!!
The crowd yells "VERILY" back at her and give up their applause. Polly and Peter grab onto one another and jump up and down slowly, enjoying and savoring the moment. Polly groans in pain from the jumping and Peter holds her up.
Dragasha: Now…too all others…hard work is rewarded around me. But failure is punished. Next season, work hard…you might just find yourself in Polly’s shoes.
The arena went dark now, and fifteen seconds later, the lights came back on, but the entire Order of the Dragon was gone and the ring was empty.
Bennett: What the fuck did we just watch?
Carter: We'll be back after these messages
ALEXIS MORRISON
Vs RACHEL NAVARAOAiello: Welcome back folks ... we are about ready for our next match of the night
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, already in the ring, from Dallas, Texas, weighing 101lbs, Rachel Navarro!
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 opponent, from Salem, New York, weighing 125lbs, 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.
DING DING DING
As the match began, Alexis charged at Rachel, but was sidestepped. She rebounded off the ropes, and took Rachel down with a clothesline. Rachel was back to her feet quickly, but Alexis took her down again with a clothesline. To her feet again, Rachel ducked another clothesline and countered with a dropkick to the face of Alexis, sending her to the mat. Rachel followed up with a Camel Clutch, but Alexis got her foot on the ropes quickly.
Aiello: This young lady is quite a sight. She’s got her hands full, though, taking on the veteran Alexis Morrison.
Bennett: It’s nice to see this influx of new superstars continuing into December. A lot of the new talent around here has been doing really well. Sad thing is, the EWC might be in the middle of being sold right now!
Rachel dropkicked Alexis again, but Alexis was back up quickly, charging at Rachel, ducking a clothesline, rebounding off the ropes, and nailing Rachel with the 20 Eyes. Rachel went down and Alexis went in for the cover, but Rachel somehow kicked out. Alexis pulled Rachel to her feet, and Rachel countered with an Uppercut, which Alexis blocked before hitting the Forever Night. Alexis rolled Rachel up for the pin.
Aiello: Holy crap, this could be over right now!
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DING DING DING
The bell rings as the commentary team are shocked.
Stroup: And your winner ... Alexis Morrison!
Bennett: Alexis Morrison!
Carter: Alexis made astonishingly quick work of the rookie here. That's the kind of momentum you want to build on and carry towards our last ppv of the year, plus it sets the tone for her return next season. The rookie just wasn't ready tonight. We'll be back with more BRAWL right after this ...
NON TITLE
NO DQ - ANYTHING GOES MATCHCYRUS McCANN
Vs NURSE KINSLEY
Aiello: Welcome back to the Season Finale of Monday Night Brawl. Well here we are, the second last match of the 2016 Year and Nineteeth season. Man did this year fly by fast
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. Nurse Kinsley stumbles her way down the ramp, staring off into space with a vacant expression. She sometimes sways or moves to the music, and occasionally stops to stare down members of the audience; otherwise, she barely seems to know where she is.
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.
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is set for one-fall and is no count out, no disqualification, ANYTHING GOES! Introducing first, from Bloody Corners, Ohio, standing 5 feet 9 inches tall, weighing in at 130 pounds. She is the X-Division Champion…Nurse Kinsley!
The lights in the arena dim. Then one spotlight comes on and focuses on the ramp. Then West One's "Warped Principalities" comes on. The Prophet walks out, his black mask still on. The titantron/screen just reads "Salvation", as The Prophet continues to walk to the ramp. He then leaps to the apron and into the ring.
Jessica Stroup: And her opponent, from Orlando, Florida, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, weighing in at 205 pounds. He is the Prophet…Cyrus McCann!
DING! DING! DING!
Aiello: Kinsley was out here earlier and booked herself a match at Wrestlefest ... lets see how she does tonight against Cyrus McCann who has been all over twitter lately ... sending insult after insult towards Kinsley
Nurse Kinsley comes out firing on all cylinders, throwing haymakers left and right, as Cyrus dodges them it forces him to back into the corner. With one final swing, he rolls out of the way and lets the moment drive her into the corner. Cyrus begins to deliver shot after shot to the face of the X-Division champion. He whips her across the ring in the opposite corner, as she bounces out of the corner he follows it up with a running bulldog driving her face first into the ground. She staggers back to her feet, as she turns around Cyrus picks her up in the air, walking her over into the corner and setting her up in the tree of woe. He circles the ring as the crowd begins to get into the match, he charges elbow drop to her jaw!
Aiello: Nice move by Cyrus
Bennett: She likes the pain Joe, she likes it
She finally struggles free as Cyrus begins to play to the crowd, he turns around straight into a big boot, sending the big man staggering backwards, he circles around into a decapitating clothesline dropping him to the ground. She rolls out of the ring and begins to through a variety of weapons into the ring. She decides that’s enough as she climbs back into the ring, grabbing a metal cookie sheet and hand, as Cyrus staggers back to his feet, she smashes right across his skull, causing him to stagger backwards.
He turns back around and delivers another crash of metal colliding with bone, but the bigger competitor remains on his feet. She drops the sheet, only to pick up a freshly unbent one, turns around and crashes it onto his skull, finally dropping him to the ground. She walks to the corner thinking of what else to do.
She walks over, to Cyrus McCann who now rests in the corner of the ring, placing the cookie sheet in front of his face. She backs up and charges, DROPKICK TO THE COOKIE SHEET, DRIVING THE METAL INTO THE FACE OF McCANN!
Aiello: OUCH!
Carter: I felt that from here
She waits as he climbs back to his feet, using the ropes to do so, she grabs ahold of his head… running toward the corner…Sobredosis! NO! He shoves her off midway up the turnbuckle countering the maneuver into a massive neck breaker from the top rope! He hooks the leg.
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THR…KICKOUT BY NURSE KINSLEY!
Aiello: That was close
She is able to roll over to the rope resting on it as Cyrus stares a look of pure readiness on his face as he awaits her to continue the fight. He bends over and grabs something, a long then piece of BARBED WIRE, he wraps one end around his hand as he begins to stalk her as she rises to her feet, whipping the barbed wire down onto her back. AGAIN! AND AGAIN WITH THE BARBED WIRE! She falls to the ground as he lifts the barbed wire rope over head with both hands on the rope, Bring the barbed wire down and driving it into her throat, the sadistic smile on his face. He lets go, taking a step back and watches as she begins to rise to her feet.
Aiello: This could really go either way, Cyrus is a pleasent surprise tonight
Bennett: He really is holding his own, his future is bright
He drives her back against the rope and begins to deliver blow after blow to her skull, backing up momentarily, only to get momentum as he drives a big boot across her jaw, forcing her to bounce into the ropes, but instead of bouncing off she gets caught in the ropes, the second and top ropes holding her in place. Realizing this opportunity, he rolls out of the ring, and out to the floor below. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a good old steel chair, sliding back into the ring, steel chair in hand.
Carter: Here we go!
She begins to struggle in the ropes harder than before, a huge smile on his face as he lifts it over his head and brings it crashing down, but somehow Nurse Kinsley has the ware withal to bring her boot up and block the shut, at the same time knocking the weapon out of his hand. He staggers back as she is finally able to untangle herself, but just in time to be sent over the top rope with a clothesline, Cyrus charges a little two hard toppling over the top rope with her as the both fall awkwardly to the ground hard! Both competitors down, Cyrus the first to recover forces Nurse Kinsley back into the ring, crawling straight into the cover as he reenters the ring.
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THRE…KICKOUT BY NURSE KINSLEY!
Aiello: WOW! Another very close call
Bennett: That ref is counting too slow
When Cyrus gets to his feet she rolls out of the ring and onto the floor, knowing she cannot lose the match unless she is in the ring. He followers as she staggers around the ring, turning her around and right into a boot to the gut, following it up with a spinning neckbreaker.
Carter: Ohhhh ... that had to hurt
She crawls away from him rising to one knee, and receives a fist to the jaw for her efforts, backing her up to the steel stairs. Shot after shot to her face, left after left un relenting. He finally stops and walks along the floor, creating some space for momentum as he tears off toward her, she is able to counter with a hiptoss into the corner of the steel steps! He crashes hard, bouncing off of the metal and to the floor, the sharp edges driving straight into his spine. Both competitors down once more as the ref checks on their condition.
Aiello: They are both giving it all they have tonight
Bennett: This is Season Finale Wrestling
Carter: This is EWC Wrestling!
Cyrus begins to crawl back toward the ring, rising to one knee with the assistance of ring. Nurse Kinsley begins to stir as well as she climbs back to her feet driving blow after blow to the side of his head. She pulls him all the way to his feet, pulling him away from the steps, only to whip him back. Driving him head first into the side of the steps and crashing over the top, the steps sent flying in the process. She makes her way around the corner, dragging McCann’s body to his feet and rolling him into the ring. Grabbing a steel chair from beside the announcer’s desk and rolling into the ring. She realizes Cyrus rolling toward the other side of the ring and under the bottom rope, she takes off running, placing the chair in front of her boots and driving the chair into his face, sending the bigger competitor crashing to the floor on the outside.
Aiello: This one might be close to over
She rolls out after him and looks underneath the ring, and finding a table. Pulling out to the approval of the crowd, and setting it up at ringside. Cyrus climbs back to his feet but only to feel the taste of a fist to his jaw. She rolls him up onto the table, delivering shot after shot to his back. She walks around the corner and begins to scale the turnbuckle climbing to the top rope. She looks down, and watches as he rolls off of the table and back to the floor, she hops down from the turnbuckle, charging him and straight into a POP-UP POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Aiello: Now THAT had to hurt
Bennett: Big time move right there
She is sent crashing through the table and onto the cold unforgiving floor below. Cyrus drops down to a knee from the beating he has been receiving from the X-Division Champion. He pulls her to her feet by her hair, throwing her back into the ring as sweat continues to pour out of every pour. He slides in after her, picking up the chair he had introduced earlier in the match.
Aiello: This is about to get even uglier folks
Carter: The brutality, everything you hope for in a X-Divison Match ... Shadow Man would be proud
He lifts it up over his head and bring it crashing down onto the square of her back. She rises to a knee as Cyrus drops the chair at his feet. He drags her up to her feet and hooks her head, lifting her high over his head, but she is able to drop knees down onto the top of his head He drops her down, and she lifts him up and straight into a BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! She hooks the leg.
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THRE…KICKOUT BY CYRUS McCANN!
Aiello: Harlow thought she had it. I thought she had it
Bennett: Count faster, who hired this son of a bitch?
She lifts him to his feet delivers a dropkick that sends him through the ropes and crashing to the outside. She bounces off the rope and dives through the ropes and delivers a suicide dive the sends him crashing to the floor. She slides back into the ring and waits as he climbs back to his feet, bounces off the ropes and delivers but yet another suicide dives through the middle ropes sending him crashing into the barricades.
Aiello: Dont know how you get up from that
She slides into the ring and looks for a third dive, but as she does he uses the apron as a pivot point, and delivers a huge kick to her skull, sending her crashing to the mat inside the ring. He climbs up to the apron, and receives an open palmed slap to the face, sending him reeling on the apron. He holds on to the top rope with both hands as she bounces off of the ropes once more, and as she looks for a spear through the middle rope he drops down off of the apron, and she uses the top rope to stop her momentum, using her arms to catch the rope and her body flipping over the top, where she finally rest on the apron. He goes to sweep her legs, but she hops over his arm, deliver a mule kick to create separation. She runs along the apron, using the turnbuckle TO DELIVER A MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!
Aiello: GOOD GOD!
She crashes onto McCann as both competitors are down once again. She drags him to his feet and goes to whip him into the ring, but he counters into a whip of his own, throwing her toward the ring, she grabs the bottom rope and edge of the apron and swings her legs around and he stops the kick, grabs her by the head…NECKBREAKER FROM THE APRON ON THE OUTSIDE! Nurse Kinsley is not moving as Cyrus McCann climbs to his feet. He grabs Nurse Kinsley and lifts her up onto the apron. Climbing up with her he drags her to her feet. She shoves him away, he lunges toward her and into a SUPERKICK! He holds onto the ropes with one hand as she lifts him up onto her shoulders. She smirks at the crowd…FIREMANS CARRY ONTO THE APRON!
Aiello: We might be nearing the end now, Harlow wants to end this now
Bennett: Depends on the ref and his slow ass counting tonight
Cyrus McCann crashes back first on the apron and falls to the floor only to be thrown back into the ring. Nurse Kinsley slowly climbs the turnbuckle from the outside, you can see the pain in her face as she makes her way up to the top rope. She rises to her feet and leaps through the air, SENTON BOMB FROM NURSE KINSLEYIS MET BY DOUBLE KNEES TO THE BACK! Nurse Kinsley lets out a huge scream as she wreaths in pain in the middle of the ring, Cyrus pulls her to her feet and into the END OF DAYS ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR THAT SITS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! HE CRAWLS INTO THE COVER!
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THR.. NO! NURSE KINSLEY KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT!
Aiello: Unbelivable
Bennett: I counted to fifteen just now, this fucking ref is a jackass
Carter: Relax man
Cyrus looks shocked as he staggers backwards and into the corner, Nurse Kinsley still lays motionless in the same spot on top of the chair. Cyrus stands to his feet, looking at Nurse Kinsley as he rolls to the outside of the ring. He reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a second table from under the ring…
YES! YES! YES!
And slides it into the ring. He looks over at Nurse Kinsley who has still yet to move as he sets the table up near the corner. He turns his attention back Nurse Kinsley who has finally began to stir, crawling over toward the corner opposite him draping her arms over the second rope as she attempts to return to her feet. He charges and delivers a knee straight to her jaw. Aiello: I heard a crunch ... the Nurse might need to pay a visit to the Dentist
He pulls her to her feet and delivers a forearm shiver, causing her to stumble back into the corner. He backs up and charges straight into a SUPERKICK FROM NURSE!
Aiello: Out of nowhere!
He falls to the ground hard as she crawls into the cover.
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THRE…KICKOUT BY CYRUS McCann!
Aiello: No quit in Cyrus tonight
Bennett: I'm impressed ... quicker count their too
Nurse Kinsley pulls him back to his feet, and drives him toward the table, but as they near it, Cyrus is able to deliver a drop toe hold. Her face, bashes off of the edge of the table as she falls to the ground hard. Cyrus grabs her and lifting her to her feet, and forcing her into the corner. He lifts her up and places up onto the tope rope, so she faces the audience.
Aiello: Whats going to happen here ...
McCann drives his elbow straight into her spine as he climbs through the middle rope and out onto the apron. As he climbs up the turnbuckle Nurse Kinsley delivers a left, he is able to block it and drive her head into the metal post that extends above the ropes. He climbs over and onto the turnbuckle with her. The two competitors begin to trade blows, lefts and rights, back and for the they went till he finally gains the upper hand. Rising to his feet atop the turnbuckle. He signals for it… END OF DAYS FROM THE TOP ROPE… NO! She holds on and he crashes through the table below! She rises to her feet and turns around on top of the turnbuckle. SENTON BOMB FROM NURSE KINSLEY! She lifts him to his feet and locks in PARESTHESIA! She begins to wrench back on his arm, deliver an immense amount of torque on the shoulder! Cyrus McCann is caught in the center of the ring, wreathing in pain!
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HE TAPS OUT! NURSE KINSLEY TAPS OUT CYRUS McCANN!
Aiello: No way! Kinsley with the win!! Cyrus tapped
DING! DING! DING!
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by Submission! NURSE KINSLEY!
Kinsley and McCann both lay in the middle of the ring breathing heavily. The ref walks over to raise Kinsley's hand but she is too tired to have it raised. The X-Divison Championship is handed back to her and she just lets it rest across her chest
Aiello: What a match. Cyrus has just gained a huge amount of respect
Bennett: Kinsley with a well earned win. This could have been a title match. Cyrus ... kudos to you. Respect man. Anyone heard from Mac? Did he sell?
Carter: No news yet ... Our Main Event is coming up next! So stick with us, it's a Main Event you wont want to miss
