MNB #472 - TAMPA

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WARNING:

This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE #472 | JANUARY 23RD 2017

LIVE! from the Amalie Arena in Tampa, Florida

EWC BRAWL
January 23RD 2017
LIVE! from the Amalie Arena in Tampa, Florida
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart

"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC 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 last weeks show in Toronto

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, Ashton Drake and then Xplode all with the EWC Championship.

Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night Brawl Superstars:  Adatu Urakih, Alexis Morrison, Amis 'FN' Shelton, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Ashton Drake, Carlos Cruz, Catharsis, Codename: Phantom, Corey Smith, Cyrus McCann, DJ Mangetsu, DJ W-B-X, Eddie Crank, Emma Louise, Jack Tillman, Jazzlyn St James, John Blade, Jonathan Sullivan, Kim Hunter, Mark Storm, Michael O'Connor, Mr. Jones, Orion, Pence Weatherlight, Perro Ward, Rachel Navarro, Tommy Esparza, Toshihiro Tsujiri and finally current EWC Undisputed Champion Jaden 'Xplode' Hunter

The opening pyros hit and here we go.




The energy in the Amalie Arena 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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Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight. 

A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!  

The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!

The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement

as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!

A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display. 

As 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!

Aiello: Hello and welcome to episode #472 of Monday Night Brawl. My name is Joe Aiello and with me as always are Steve The Predator Bennett, and Max Carter

Bennett: We have a big lineup in-store for you all tonight. Eight matches, but first a congratulations to EWC PRIME for airing their first ever event last night. It opened to incredible numbers for a Sunday broadcast and I know the entire EWC Nation is a buzz. So congrats EWC PRIME

Carter: It appears we have something going on backstage .. lets check out the feed

We cut to the backstage feed where John Blade is sitting inside President Mac's office just moments before his match against Rachel Navaro

Blade: Mr Mac, I am so incredibly grateful for this meeting .. I just .. *takes deep breath* .. I know I don't have the respect of the locker room, and social media seems to attack me at every turn. Yet I have legions and legions of fans who want to see me succeed in the EWC. I just want a shot Mac, just one shot at Xplode. I know if I was given a shot, I could go the distance with him and win the EWC Championship

John looks to the floor, taking a moment to think hard on his next words

Blade: Mac, I know I haven't earned much in the way of respect. But I am determined. I put in the work. I'm always training. I'm always touring. I show up to all the meet and greets with the fans. I'm 1-1 this year ... and I'm highly motivated. Please .. can you just give me a shot? 

The camera pans out and shows President Mac in view. Mac has a serious look on his face. You can tell he's really listening to John and formulating a response in his head

Mac: John, I appreciate you my man. You show up week after week. You win some and you lose some. You have a good heart John, a really good heart, and it's noticeable every time you take the ring

Mac pauses

Mac: Look kid, respect isn't given to you, it's earned and the EWC doesn't hand out shots to people

John Blade sinks his head .. looking disheveled

Mac: No no, don't get down on yourself just yet. We don't give out shots in the EWC. I'm happy to hear you want a shot at the Champion. I'm happy to hear you have goals. That's what I want from my employees. People who have heart and are motivated. Right now, there are some people ahead of you in the rankings .. if you want a shot at Xplode .. if you want a crack at the EWC Championship .. I'm going to tell you how to do it

John looks up with a partial smile

Mac: You start by going out there tonight and getting a win. Pour your heart into this match, and win. Then come out again for the next match, and win. And keep doing that. Get a few more wins, and then we'll see about putting you against the likes of Drake, Morrison, Wolfe or Griffin in a Contender match. If you can put some wins together and then defeat one of the top contenders .. you will have earned your shot

Mac stands and puts his hand on Johns shoulder

Mac: Maybe change your approach a little. You seem a little too WWE for my taste. Change things up a little .. but stay motivated, stay hungry and everything will fall into place

John stands up and shakes Mac's hand

Blade: Thank you so much Mac. Tonight, it starts with a win. Thank you so much. 

Carter: Ladies and Gentlemen we need to cut to a commercial break, but don't go anywhere we'll be right back with our first match of the night!

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[RECAP]
SHOW OPENER
RACHEL NAVARO
VS JOHN BLADE

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John Blade came out to a huge pop thanks to his massive fan following. The bell sounded and John wasted very little time taking Mac's words to heart from earlier tonight. He went on offense and never let up except for a few moments to salute the fans. 

Rachel never landed a single punch in this match, which ended with not only a The Blade Breaker but a  Razor Blade directly after. John Blade picked up the easy victory here and to the delight of the fans he took pictures and signed autographs whole the ill-prepared Rachel was carried off in a stretcher

Winner: John Blade

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EMMA LOUISE
VS TSUJIRI

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Tsujiri made his return to the EWC ring in spectacular fashion. He took in a big pop of cheers to start his match off against fan favorite Emma Louise. The match went back and forth as both displayed a large amount of offense to start but things turned ugly when Tsujiri tried to take advantage of a temporarily injured ref

Tsujiri felt the need to justify his actions before the Tampa crowd which gave Emma Louise enough time to compose herself as the England native managed to hit Tsujiri with the "Girl Crush" and picked up the victory in a impressive match for Emma. Tsujiri looked very rusty in his return and cared way too much about what the Tampa crowd thought. Perhaps a more focused effort next time will result in a win

Winner: Emma Louise

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The scene opens up backstage just moments after Emma Louise and Tsujiri had their match. Emma is walking in the hall towards her locker room when she is approached by Tsujiri

Tsujiri: I want a rematch. That count was too fast, it was bull shit

Emma turns around with a partial smirk on her face

Emma: Tsujiri, you are going to stand there and talk to me about a fast count, when you attacked me while the ref was down? Are you kidding me? 

The crowd cheers as Anthony Grunge comes into view

Tsujiri: Look, you can give me a rematch next show, or we can finish what we started right here and right now

Tsujiri pushes Emma which is when Anthony steps in

Grunge: Whoa whoa whoa .. what the hell is going on here guys?

Emma: Nothing I can't handle Anthony but thanks. Just Tsujiri being a sore loser

Tsujiri reaches for Emma again but this time Anthony stops him

Grunge: Look Tsujiri, I don't know how it is from where you come from, but outside the ring .. you don't hit a lady

Tsujiri: Stay out of this hollywood, its none of your business

Grunge: Ok, look .. it just became my business. So you can either leave, or I can make you leave

Tsujiri smirks and suddenly lays out Grunge with Green Mist to the face and then a Back Elbow to the face

Tsujiri: I told you to mind your business .. it's not over between us Emma. Not by a long shot

The scene fades as Emma checks on Grunge whose entire face is now covered in green

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JON SULLIVAN
VS CARLOS CRUZ

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Aiello: Well .. Tsujiri certainly trying to make himself known in his return tonight. Hopefully Grunge will be ok in time for his match tonight. But next up we got Sullivan and Cruz

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first… from the San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at 240 pounds, The Outlaw…JON SULLIVAN!

Suddenly, across the speakers you hear a voice “Yoo hoo, I’ll make you Famous.” And then the sound of two colt peacemakers going off. Just as the opening riffs to “Billy Get Your Guns” – By Bon Jovi begins playing. Smoke fills the entrance as we see the silhouette of a man in a cowboy hat and duster step out.

As the smoke clears, we see The Outlaw Jon Sullivan, standing in his classic black duster and hat with his trade mark skull jaw bandana across his mouth. He throws one fist in the air as red Pyro explodes behind him as he ambles down to the ring. Stopping in the front row, he gives his bandana to one of the kids or a pretty girl depending on his mood before sliding under the bottom ropes and into the ring.

Once in the ring he climbs the turnbuckle throwing one fist in the air again before jumping down, taking off his duster and hat he puts them in the corner then turns to wait for his opponent.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from the Bronx, New York, weighing in at 177 pounds… CARLOS CRUZ!!!

The opening bars to CJAY – I’m a Jesus Freak begins to play, as the lights throughout the arena shut off. A spotlight is brought down on the stage, where a man on one knee, is rising up on a platform. At 0:12 of the song, Carlos blows a kiss to ceiling. Once he does that, gold sparklers rain down behind him. He leaps on to his feet, hoisting the True Warriors hand sign:

The place is on fire, thousands raising the hand sign as well, a few extending their hands out to touch the Bronx native. Carlos then runs down the ramp, slapping hands with the enthusiastic fans, thanking Jesus at the top of his lungs. Leaping on to the apron with the greatest of ease, Cruz soars over the top rope, landing on one knee. After blowing a kiss to the ceiling, Carlos heads to a corner, standing on the second buckle, holding up the True Warriors' hand sign.

DING! DING! DING!

The ref calls for the bells as Cruz and Sullivan walk to the center of the ring. Sullivan looks down on the smaller Cruz, a smirk stretching across his face. Cruz doesn’t back down, returning the smirk before bashing Sullivan in the face with a series of elbows. Sullivan takes several steps back, and leans forward and returns right stinging right hands of his own. Cruz eats several of them, but ducks the last and rushes towards the ropes. He bounces back just as Sullivan turns, plants him with a Flying Enzuigiri that echoes through the arena.

Aiello: What a start by these two men! Both started out by throwing bombs, but Cruz just PLANTED Sullivan with that move!

Bennett: Cruz knows his game plan, and it’s executing it with intentions on ending this early.

Cruz points to the crowd, but keep the pressure on, rushing towards the ropes opposite of the prone Sullivan. He bounces off then rolls forward, before driving into Sullivan with a Rolling Thunder! Cruz pulls himself up, then launches a standing Shooting Star Press. Cruz is still not done! He stands once more, and puts the exclamation mark on it all with a Seated Sention! He pins Sullivan

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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Kickout!!!

Sullivan somehow kicks out of that flawless combination of moves. Cruz sits up and puts his hands on his head, completely surprised at not being able to get the quick win.

Bennett: I can’t believe Sullivan still had to strength to kick out of that series of moves.

Carter: Carlos has been kicking the pressure on, Sullivan better find a way to get on the offense, or this is going to be LONG night for him

Aiello: That kick out had to be all instinct!

Cruz stands and moves over to Sullivan. He grabs him by the hair, pulling him to a standing position. Cruz pelts him with more elbows, and pushes Sullivan back against the ropes. He bounces off of the opposite ropes, but as he rushes forward Sullivan powers into the Home on the Range Superkick! Carlos’ head whips back and slams violently into the mat, as a collective “OOOHH” is heard from the crowd.

Carter: My Word! Sullivan has laid out Cruz with that Superkick! He almost detached Cruz’s head.

Aiello: Hello? Yes, you’ve located Carlos Cruz’ head. Cleveland? What is it doing in Cleveland?

Jon Sullivan looks down at Cruz and his mood is evident…HE IS PISSED! He grabs Cruz by the neck and slides him into the corner. He screams something incoherent, then begins to lay into Cruz with Boot Stomp after Boot Stomp. The crowds count along as Sullivan continue to release a whole lot of pent up frustration into the sternum of Cruz.

ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
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FOUR!
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FIVE!
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SIX!
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SEVEN!
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EIGHT!


Bennett: Sullivan is dealing out a whole lot of Texas “love” right now.

Carter: From Boot to Body, with “love”!

Sullivan pulls his boots away and lifts Carlos to a standing position, spins him & hook his arms around Cruz. He lifts Carlos and launches him across the ring with a Belly to Back Suplex. Sullivan moves over and covers Cruz.

Carter: Cover!

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THR— Kickout!!!

Bennett: That was incredibly close!

Sullivan slaps the mat in disgust, but continues his onslaught. He stands and immediately drops an elbow onto the prone Cruz. He pulls Cruz to a standing position, but just as he stands Cruz hits Sullivan with a dropkick to the knees. Sullivan drops face first and grabs his knees with Cruz on the offense. Both Cruz and Sullivan attempt to stand with Carlos beating him up. Cruz slugs Sullivan with a right hand, and snaps Sullivan in a front face lock. Sullivan grabs Cruz’s arm and slides behind him, holding on to the arm to bring Cruz around into a VICIOUS LARIAT! The crows roars and begins to chant:

“EWC!!!” 

“EWC!!!” 

“EWC!!!” 

Aiello: And there goes Carlos’ head again!

Carter: Every move from Sullivan has BAD intentions behind it.

Cruz body is almost folded completely as Sullivan stands. He pushes Cruz legs down, and looks towards the top rope as he lays on his back prone. Sullivan begins to move to the opposite corner, and starts to climb the ropes.

Bennett: Is Sullivan really about to go Airborne!?

Sullivan stands atop the third rope and smiles to the crowd. He leaps off and extends his arm for a Flying Elbow Drop…

But Carlos rolls out of the way!

Sullivan slams onto the mat with force, and at the same time Carlos jump up and rushes to the other side. He leaps up to the top rope, turns, and takes flight. The crowd gasps as he drives the full weight of his body into Sullivan with THE CELESTIAL DIVE! Carlos almost bounces ten feet into the air after the move, but is able to cover Sullivan. The ref drops down with the count:

“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!”

DING! DING! DING! 

Aiello: And it’s over!!! Somehow Carlos Cruz has pulled out this victory!

Bennett: It was back and forth match, but that one mistake cost Sullivan dearly.

Carter: One second you’re flying high, and the next second the air is out of your sails

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... CARLOS CRUZ!!!

Carlos Cruz has his arm raised by the ref, holding his stomach and chest as he celebrates the victory.

Aiello: We will be back with more action after these messages

[MNB]

Jon Sullivan is backstage heading towards his locker when he is bumped into by Adatu Urakih. Jon apologizes as if it was his fault and says hi while Urakih passes it off as if it was nothing. As Jon continues to walk, Urakih stalks him until Jon notices

Sullivan: Are you followi ...

Urakih doesn't wait for Jon to finish as he viciously attacks the unsuspecting Sullivan. The Tyrant of Tokyo continues to kick Jon while he is down on the ground trying to block the kicks. Security tackle Urakih down to the ground as Jon finds his way back to his feet

Sullivan: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? ... Seriously, WHAT WAS THAT?

He gets no verbal response from Urakih as she manages to escape the hold of the guards and vanishes down the hall

Security: You ok Jon? What happened? 

Jon shakes his head and dusts himself off

Sullivan: I'm fine, but that bi-polar bitch has some real issues. She attacked me for no damn reason. 

The scene fades as Jon enters his locker room

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TOMMY ESPARZA
VS JAZZLYN ST JAMES

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Aiello: Yikes, that was some altercation backstage. I wonder what got into Urakih tonight. Well folks, Monday Night Brawl is off to an excellent start, and we have a good one next up here. Tommy Esparza taking on Jazzlyn St James 

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first from the 209, weighing in at 210 pounds… “The Gunslinger”… TOMMY ESPARZA!!! 

As his music plays, Tommy walks out with hoodie on and MMA shorts that promote weed and guns, and he is joined by his entourage of 4 people, his family/camp. They escort him to the ring then leave, shouting motivational stuff to him. At ringside, Tommy sheds the hoodie and takes a few sips of water and spits it disrespectfully into the crowd. He gives the fans the double middle finger and runs up the steps. He enters the ring, jogs around in the center still flipping off the fans before shadow boxing and backing into his corner.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Richmond Hill, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 117 pounds… “Dazzlin”… Jazzlyn St. James!!! 

The lights dim before a few flickering pastel-colored spotlights begin to light up the members of the audience. Ultimately, the rapidly-pulsing lights form one rose pink colored spotlight on the center stage, where Jazzlyn stands in the center of that dull-hued light with a big grin. Wearing an ornate robe over her ring gear - white in color, with numerous buckles and belts as well as a pair of attention-demanding wings on the back of it, she opened the robe with her back to the camera, letting those sequined-wings glimmer in the view of the crowd.

While "Karate" by Babymetal reached a crescendo of Japanese notes and power beats, she turned on her heels and excitedly bopped down the ramp. One hand reached out to the side, collecting high fives on the way from everyone within reach. Ascending the stairs while holding up the ends of her robe, she walked along the outer apron of the ring and gave a pose to the crowd - upon an orchestrating point of her fingers, glitter cannons pointing from beneath the ring skirt explode, dousing the first rows of people in attendance with a flurry of silver sparkles. Excitedly nodding her head with a grin, she pushed into the ring and posed once again, the lights returning to normal while shooting a mile-wide smile to the fans in attendance. Backing into a corner, she shrugged her jacket off neatly and politely hands it to a stage hand as "Karate" fades to a quiet close.

Aiello: There is no denying that St James has been very impressive since joining the EWC, she nearly won the International Championship Battle royal at Wrestlefest and has been nothing short of DAZZLING since her debut. 

Bennett: Dazzling or not, being amazing in that ring isn’t going to get you wins in the EWC, ya gotta have that killer instinct… and so far… I don’t see it. 

Carter: I don’t know about that, I feel like she has more than shown it, but wins in the EWC are hard to come by, and whether ya like it or not every match has a winner and a loser. 

DING! DING! DING! 

St James hasn’t taken her eyes off of Tommy since the match began, as Esparza is arguing with a fan at ringside. Esparza actually exits the ring to argue with this fan, pretty much blowing off St. James. She’s not having any of that, as she hits the ropes and flies through them nailing a suicide dive to the back of Esparza!!! The fan he was arguing with along with everyone else at ringside jump to their feet with excitement, as he slaps hands with St. James! Esparza grabs his lower back in pain as St. James picks him up, as he continues to hold his lower back she turns him and whips him into the stairs!!! He hits them with a CRASH!


His eyes wince from the seated position as St. James starts to stomp him in the mid section! He takes a few stomps to the mid section before he grabs her foot holding it as he gets to his feet. She hops on one foot putting her hands up shaking her head no, as Tommy just pushes her over.

She goes to get up, turning to her hands and knees, but Esparza steps down on her hair before she can. Tommy shakes his head no, and stomps on the lower back of St. James! She clutches her back, and Esparza picks her up and looks like he is about to toss her in the ring, but just as he is about to he shakes his head and with incredible force he throws her into the guard rail!!! She falls to the arena floor holding her back, as the fans at ringside boo, and throw up some middle fingers letting Esparza know just what they think of him. He laughs picking her up, as she is almost limp, and drags her and rolls her in the ring. 

Bennett: So much for killer instinct. 

Tommy leans down with an arogant cover, kneeling down next to her and placing one hand on her chest… 

ONE!

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TWO!
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KICKOUT!!! 

Carter: Tommy with that arrogant cover tried to just embarrass St. James, when in fact what he might have done is motivate her! 

Esparza laughs to himself, you can read his lips as he says “Whoa… Just stay down girly”. St. James pays no attention to him as she slowly gets to her feet, he runs at her looking to take her head off with a clothsline but she arches backwards in the “matrix move” and then quickly sweeps Esparza’s feet out from under him! She quickly looks to lock in the Lotus Lock, but Esparza quickly grabs the ropes and tells the ref to her off! St James takes a couple steps back and waves for Tommy to “bring it”. 

Aiello: St. James, I would never sleep on St. James one wrong move and she can end this thing and it looks like Esparza isn’t really taking her seriously… at least not up to this point. 

Esparza gets to his feet with an irritated look on his face. She waves for him to come to the middle of the ring, and he comes and they lock up in the collar and elbow tie up! St James quickly takes down Esparza with an arm drag take down followed by an arm bar! But Esparza maneuvers himself out of it, getting to his feet. He backs her into the corner, and goes to lay a right hand to St James, but she ducks it spinning to his back side and she rolls him up with a school girl!!! 

ONE!!!

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TWO!!!

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KICKOUT!!! 

Esparza kicks out looking back at St James with a look of shock. 

Carter: She almost caught him sleeping. 

Aiello: I think he went into this match thinking it was a sparring session. 

Bennett: It was a wake up call for sure, I never said that the woman wasn’t talented, she just doesn’t know how to close. 

St James looks at Esparza and you can hear her scream in his face “JUST STAY DOWN BOY!!!” With a smile on her face she lets Tommy get to his feet and the two again tie up in the collar and elbow! But this time Tommy easily over powers her and throws her with a belly to belly over head suplex! He jumps back to his feet and now has a look of determination on his face. 

Bennett: Aaaaand playtime is over. 

St James rolls over and gets to her feet, Esparza sends her into the ropes, she comes back and he lifts her into the air looking for a pop up powerbomb but she reverses it mid move and turns it into a hurricanranna!!!!! She has both legs hooked!!! 

Bennett: HOW THE HELL DID SHE DO THAT???

Carter: She is simply Dazzling in that ring! 

The crowd is on their feet as they count along!!!

ONE!!!

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TWO!!!

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THREE— OHHHHH!!!! KICKOUT! 

Aiello: And Esparza escapes at the very last second! 

Carter: I’m not even sure he did! That looked like three to me! 

The crowd chants it’s displeasure! 

“THAT WAS THREE!!!” 

“THAT WAS THREE!!!” 

“THAT WAS THREE!!!” 

St James vehemently debates with the ref, but he signals only two! Putting his hands up “Two count! Two count only!” St James takes a deep breath, and climbs the turnbuckle as Esparza gets his breath at the ever so close two count. She waits for him to get to his feet, and she leaps off the top rope with a cross body but Esparza sees it coming and turns it into a powerslam!!! St James back arches in pain, as she rolls to get out of the ring, Esparza pounces on her and locks in a REAR NAKED CHOKE! He leans back pulling St James to her knees and then falls backwards on his back and locks it in completely!!! 

Bennett: OOOOHHH!!! Ode to Eddie Crank! 

Aiello: They are in the middle of the ring! She has no where to go! 

Carter: She is not giving up so easily! Look at her! 

At that moment, Trixie from EWC PRIME appears at the top of the ramp

Aiello: That's Trixie, I wonder what she's doing here

Carter: Trixie has been talking it up on social media, she is probably here to see how this one finished. Long trip for her to make since last nights match

St James with one arm clutching at her throat as Esparza has the rear naked choke locked in tight, she reaches for the ropes, rolling back and forth extending her arm as far as she can, but she is no where near the ropes. Tommy clutches it in as tight as he can, as his neck arches backwards, and the veins in his neck are showing. As St James looks to slowly go limp, she reaches up and slowly taps on Esparza’s arm! 

DING! DING! DING! 

Aiello: That’s it! She tapped out! 

Carter: She didn’t want to give it up, but she is wise enough to fight another day. You never know what kind of damage can be done if you allow yourself to pass out. 

Esparza releases the hold and shoves her off, and gets to his feet. St James, slowly rolls out of the ring, trying to catch her breath, as the ref raises Tommy’s hand in victory. Trixie smirks and heads back up the ramp

Carter: Another impressive performance from St James, but she got caught and there was just no escape. 

Bennett: I hate to say I told ya so… 

Aiello: Yeah, just don’t. We'll be back with more BRAWL right after this

[MNB]

The scene opens up in Jon Sullivan's locker room where he is taping up his finger, which appears to have been cut up while being attacked by Urakih. 

Sullivan: I think that psycho might have broken my finger .. 

As Sullivan continues to tape his finger, the lights in his locker room go out

Sullivan: What the ..

Sounds of a struggle are heard as well as several voices but nothing can be made out. The lights come back on and Jon Sullivan is laying on the ground unconscious

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ANTHONY GRUNGE
VS UNCANNY INFERNO

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Aiello: Welcome back to BRAWL. We are live from Tampa Florida and things are just starting to heat up here tonight. We just saw Jon Sullivan viciously attacked in his own locker room .. after having an altercation with Urakih earlier, you have to wonder if perhaps that was the work of the Order of the Dragon. Either way, we are all set for our next match and it should be a good one. 

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first from Hollywood,CA, weighing in at 210 pounds… “Mosh Pit”… ANTHONY GRUNGE!!!

Comes to the ring and high fives some of the fans and then does a cartwheel into the ring.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from New Orleans, LA weighing in at 215 pounds… “The Uncanny Inferno”… Micahel O’Connor!!!

The opening bars to Sucker for Pain’ – Lil Wayne, Imagine Dragons, Wiz Khalifa, X Ambassadors, Ty Dolla begin to play as the lights strobe throughout the arena. The camera looks for the man known as Michael O’Connor at the entrance ramp but quickly realizes he is not there. Searching the crowd they find him making his way through the crowd and down to the ring.


Michael greats his fans as he makes his way to the barrier between the crowd and the ring. Without pausing he jumps onto the barricade and turns looking at the crowd arms open wide a smile crosses his face and he back flips off the barricade landing on the ring apron. Climbing through the ropes he looks out over the crowd still smiling as he stretches and prepares for his match.

Aiello: This should be an amazing showcase here. Anthony Grunge looks like he has shaken off the attack from earlier in the night. His face is no longer green. 

Bennett: The crowd is certainly going to get their money’s worth, could Mac have put together a better card tonight?

Carter: You trying to get a raise or something? If ya want I can put in a good word for ya.

Bennett: Would ya?

Carter: No…

DING! DING! DING! 

Both competitors hit the ropes before the meet in the middle, and then they circle each other before locking up! Grunge locks in a side headlock, but it is quickly escaped by Inferno as he shoves Grunge off towards the ropes. Grunge bounces off, and knocks Inferno down with a shoulder block. He hits the other side of the ropes and Inferno ducks under, as Grunge hits the other side, bouncing off Inferno had followed him and clothslines him over the top rope at the perfect timing using his momentum to level him! Inferno, hits the other side of the ring, and hops up on the top rope and while on the top rope he hops and turns around and executes a moonsault landing on Grunge!!! The crowd leaps to their feet!!! Inferno jumps up to his feet soaking in the reaction! He grabs Grunge and rolls him in the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside as Grunge gets to his feet, Inferno dazzles the crowd as he flips through the air in a 450—

Carter: Oh my God! He going for the Dragon Ranna???

He connects with phase one of the Dragon Ranna, but before he can finish it, Grunge turns it into a powerbomb! And holds it for a pin!

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Aiello: This is amazing! We are only in the opening moments of this match and you have ALREADY seen some things that you wont see ANYWHERE else in the WORLD!

Inferno kicks out, holding the back of his head. Grunge picks him up and hooks him for a snap suplex, and Inferno crashes to the mat! Grunge hits the ropes and nails a snap leg drop, and then locks in a side head lock! Inferno winded reaches out for the ropes but he can’t get to them. Slowly Inferno manages to get to his feet, and he gives Grunge three elbows to the gut! Inferno flips over a doubled over Grunge, into a sunset flip, but he cant roll Grunge who falls to his knees and grabs both legs!

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Aiello: This thing is moving so fast I can hardly get a word in.

Both men get up and hit opposite sides of the ropes and they both look for a clothsline and they both level each other as them come crashing down to the mat!

“OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!”

As both men slowly get up, they get over to each other both on their knees and start to deliver blows to each other, one after another! Neither backing down! Until Inferno nails a headbutt to Grunge! A dazed Grunge doesn’t see Inferno get to his feet, and hit the ropes and with Grunge on his feet he hooks him and delivers a Hurricanranna DDT!!!

Bennett: That one had to hurt!

Carter: There aren’t many people on the planet who could have pulled that move off.

Aiello: Inferno with the cover!

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Aiello: Grunge barely gets the shoulder up!

Carter: Inferno has Grunge on the ropes!

Bennett: If he is going to go for the kill shot he has a window!

Inferno hits the ropes and springboards off the middle rope looking for a lionsault, but Grunge gets his knees up! Inferno grabs his mid section, Grunge gets to his feet, and picks up Inferno and walks him over to the turnbukle and drops him SNAKE EYES! Inferno bounces off holding his jaw, and Grunge hits the opposite ropes and launches himself at an unsuspecting Inferno and LEVELS him with a massive clothsline turning him inside out! Grunge gets to his feet, pulling up Inferno.. He hooks him and this time lifts him into the air… stalling with a vertical suplex!

Carter: I don’t care who you are… It takes skill to hold someone up in the air for that long.

As the crowd buzzes in awe, Grunge holds Inferno straight up in the air as the blood rushes to his head.

Aiello: He’s still got him up…

Bennett: …Son of a bitch…

He starts to fall backwards and Inferno’s legs hit the top rope and bounce off and Grunge twists in a corkscrew and brings Inferno crashing down to the mat in the middle of the ring! Cover!

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Bennett: As someone who has been held in that move, once all that blood rushes to your head and you hit the mat, you completely black out… the fact that Inferno kicked out at all had to be on instinct alone.

Grunge slaps the mat in frustration looking up at the ref asking about the 2 count… The ref assures him it was a two, and Grunge continues pulling the dazed Inferno to his feet. He sling shots Inferno into the ropes but Inferno grabs the ropes stopping in his tracks! Grunge runs at him looking for a clothsline but Inferno ducks pulling down the top rope, and Grunge tumbles over the top rope to the arena floor. Inferno hits the ropes… Bouncing off at full speed, he flies through the ropes with a suicide dive but in mid air, Grunge turns it into a DDT to the arena floor!!! SMACK!!!

Carter: HOW IN THE HELL???

The crowd ERUPTS!!!

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”

“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”

Grunge getting to his feet, looks almost as dazed and confused as Inferno as he pulls him to his feet. He slams Inferno’s head down on the mat, leaving him there dazed. He slides in the ring hitting the opposite side ropes…

Aiello: What is Grunge thinking here?

Grunge comes back…

Bennett: Son of a bitch…

Carter: NO WAY!!!

Inferno jumps up on the apron and then jumps to the top rope and hops off and executes a hurricananna!!! He is only able to grab one leg for the pin, but he leans forward as far as he can as Grunge kicks his free leg! The crowd ERUPTS and counts along!

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Aiello: How did he escape that one???

Carter: Listen to this crowd!!!

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

The crowd is at a CRAZY fever pitch! As Inferno gets to his feet, he hits the ropes and just as Grunge gets to his feet he reacts quickly and turns it into a AA Spine Buster!!! Grunge falls over limp himself as he has halted Inferno in his tracks! Slowly Grunge starts to get to his feet, and he waves signaling for the end as Inferno lays on the mat holding the back of his head. Grunge grabs Inferno’s legs and steps over…

Bennett: Grunge is lookin for the Iron Madan… if he locks this in its over for Uncanny Inferno!

Grunge crosses the legs for the Iron Madan, and Inferno comes to life and reaches up and grabs Grunges head pulling him down in a small package with their legs tied together!

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They both quickly get to their feet, they tie up and quickly Inferno locks in a side headlock that is quickly countered by Grunge who hooks Inferno for a German suplex! He throws him but Inferno lands on his feet, as Grunge quickly gets back up, Inferno lunges at Grunge grabbing him from behind and quickly executes the DOUBLE TAP!!! The crowd ERUPTS!!!

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“YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

DING! DING! DING!

Aiello: What a match!

Carter: You have to hand it to both of these competitors! You have to wonder if the attack by Tsujiri earlier tonight has any lasting effects on Grunge in this match

Bennett: Grunge is a professional, he looked good ... I think I’m out of breath.

Grunge slowly rolls out of the ring holding his head as Inferno rolls over on his knees throwing his sweaty hair back behind him as the ref holds his hand up in the air.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… THE UNCANNY INFERNO… MICHAEL O’CONNOR!!!!

Carter: Folks, don't go anywhere .. we will be back with more Monday Night Brawl .. right after this

[MNB]

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NON TITLE
JACK TILLMAN
VS AMIS SHELTON

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Aiello: Welcome back to BRAWL live from Tampa. We are ready for our next match .. a non title match featuring the FSW Champion .. Amis Shelton

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Springfield Illinois, the FSW Champion, Amis Shelton

Separations' "Dream Eater" hits the PA system as the lights in the arena shine onto the stage. Once the vocals kick in, Amis Shelton can be seen walking backwards towards the edge of the stage with one arm outstretched and the other holding his FSW Championship, which is draped over his shoulder and on his back, facing the audience. He stops at the edge of the ramp and turns to face the crowd. He takes one look, from left to right, and shakes his head, whilst fixing the position of the FSW Championship onto his shoulder. He proceeds down the ramp, ignoring the members of the front row audience.

Amis slides under the bottom rope and props up, placing his title into his hands and spins in the center of the ring once. Amis proceeds to the nearest turnbuckle and points to his title aggressively, shouting "I'M THE REAL FUCKIN' DEAL' before jumping down again with a huge smirk on his face. 

Aiello: What a night it has been, and we are not done yet

Bennett: Far from it Joe

The lights dim down as Out Of Black by Royal Blood begins to play throughout the arena. The arena erupts with a mix of cheers and boos as Jack Tillman comes walking out with a death stare in his eyes. Concentrated on the match at hand, Jack makes his way down to the ring

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, From Omaha, Nebraska! Standing at 6 ft 1 and weighing in at 210 pounds! He is Jack “The Ripper” Tillman!

Making it to the steel stairs, he stands for for a few seconds, mentally getting himself ready for the match. As he stands there, the fans behind him begin to chant.

HE IS WRESTLING!.........(clap, clap, clapclapclap)......HE IS WRESTLING!..........(clap, clap, clapclapclap.......HE IS WRESTLING!

The fans continue to chant as Jack places a mouth guard in his mouth and makes his way up the steel steps. Stepping inside the ring, Jack stands in he middle of he ring and makes a throat slash with his thumb as black, white, and red streamers come flying into the ring from the fans. Ring staff quickly begin to collect the streamers as Jack walks over to a corner and gets ready for his match.

Aiello: Both men tonight have very much in common, both were [prominently at FSW last year and signed for Brawl, both are rising quickly up the ranks

Bennett: One is a champion though, I do not classify that as upcoming. Amis has made tremendous strides in the EWC and he is damn well the most hardworking man in the business fighting on both Brawl and FSW

Aiello: I cannot argue with you on that

DING DING DING

And we are off, both men go immediately into a grapple and the FSW gains the quick advantage by pulling even closer to Jack and sweeping his feet from under him. He doesn’t give Tillman a moments rest as he goes down with him and begins to unload some punches straight to the face which were more aggressive than they should. The referee gets between Amis and Jack and lets Amis off with a stern warning which he wades off whilst he watches his opponent get to his feet. Immediately Jack rises he grabs him with a fireman carry but Jack jumps off the back and lands behind Amis, once Amis turns around… BALL ROOM BLITZ! CONNECTS. He immediately goes for the pin

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Aiello: Oh dear God! He was looking to end it early

Bennett: He is fighting a damn champion, he should put some respect on it, no way he will win it that easy.

Jack cannot believe Amis is able to kick out of his finisher so in his frustration he lifts Amis to his feet but once Amis is up he pokes Jack in the eye and the man staggers backwards before feeling the force of the roundhouse kick which rattles the brain around inside his head and is finished up with an elbow to the side of the head: DREAM EATER! Amis goes for the pin.

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Aiello: Oh Dear! Amis with straight up vengeance, he isn’t taking that from anybody

Bennett: Well I have to say, that poke in the eye was dirty, I don’t know how the referee didn’t see it, he is standing right there.

Both men lie flat on the mat for a couple of moments trying to catch their fleeting breathes which they eventually do and slowly get to their feet in unison at two opposing corners of the ring and both run at each other but it is Amis who gets the advantage with a diving shoulder charge which drops Jack. He doesn’t give it a moments rest, he immediately sprints to the top turnbuckle and sizes up his opponent.

Aiello: What is he thinking?

Bennett: We are about to find out

He waits for Jack who gets to his feet and is greeted by surprise with a Hurricarana which sends him flying between the top two ropes and unto the outside. Amis is feeling the moment and so he taunts the crowd whilst his opponent grovels on the ground. All through the moment he has one eye on his opponent and the point he sees Jack rising he heads towards there and swings himself off the rope with a crossbody… DROP KICK TO THE FACE!

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

Jack Tillman is able to read the moment and catch Amis square in the air with a drop kick to the face. Both men drop to the ring area and the referee begins his count

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Aiello: I did not see that coming

Bennett: Neither did Shelton, oh my God, almost took his head off.

Jack Tillman hooks in the leg and goes for the pin.

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DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: Here’s your winner, Jack Tillman

Aiello: Wow, an impressive win here tonight by Jack Tillman and the FSW Champion cannot believe it 

Bennett: The wrong man won here tonight. Amis looks pissed, and for good reason. The Champ needs to win these kinds of matches. No excuses

Carter: Tillman looked very impressive here tonight, it simple wasn't Shelton's night. We'll be back with more EWC Action .. right after these messages

[MNB]

Ace Heart is backstage talking with Catharsis about his upcoming match when Amis Shelton comes up from behind and nails Catharsis in the back of the head with the FSW Championship belt

Ace: What the hell Amis, we were having ...

Amis pulls the mic away from Ace and starts to talk

Amis: No one cares what that guy has to say. He's in the main event tonight? Seriously? THAT guy? ... Man that was some bullshit tonight. No other way to say it. Jack Tillman knows I had that match won, maybe he and the ref are best friends, family members, hell I don't know ... it's 2017, maybe they are lovers 

Ace: Are you trying to say you were cheated out of that match? 

Amis smiles

Amis: I'm not stupid Ace. Lets just call a spade a spade and leave it at that. I'm not happy about it. I'm not happy about my record right now. I'm not happy about a lot of things. I'm the new guy on BRAWL sure .. but I am better than anyone in this damn locker room. Drake, Xplode .. this asshole on the floor .. I'm better then all of them. I just want some damn respect and a bloody ref who knows how to count properly

Amis storms off just as Jack Tillman comes around the corner. Catharsis gets to his feet and sees Jack Tillman, assuming it was Jack who attacked him just now, Catharsis taps Jack on the shoulder to see what was going on but Jack turns around and clocks Catharsis in the face

Tillman: Don't ever sneak up on me after a match. Ever. 

Catharsis is on the ground covering his face as Ace bends down to check on him

Catharsis: Watch your back Tillman ... you better watch your ...

Before Catharsis could finish what he was saying, Jack Tillman comes running back over and the two start to exchange blows before security steps into separate them. The camera pans out showing Amis Shelton smiling at the chaos he just created for no damn reason

Ace: Well .. back to you guys

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NON TITLE - WEAPONS NO DQ MATCH
MARK STORM
VS EDDIE CRANK

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Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl .. live from Tampa. We are ready for our next match of the night featuring two members of the X-Division

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a NO DISQUALIFICATION WEAPONS MATCH!!!

Bennett: So get ready for some blood Joe…

Aiello: I think I’m just gonna have to be replaced during these things, I don’t understand why these people would kill themselves like this.

Carter: Don’t worry Joe… We’ll take it from here.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first from St Louis, Missouri weighing in at 220 Lbs… “The Prince of CHAOS”… MARK STORM!!!

The lights in the arena begin to dim and the EWC audience rise to their feet, as the nostalgic melody of "Bad Guy" by Jordan Comoli begins to play through the PA speakers. Smoke begins to rise from the stage and the audience begin to applaud, as emerging from the clouded mist is the self proclaimed "prince of CHAOS" - Mark Storm, who stands tall at the top of the entrance ramp. His hood slung over his head, bouncing on his feet with his head bowed.

Once his name is called out by the announcer, both of his arms explode upwards and all of a suddenly his hood has flung backwards, and his face is now revealed. He smirks before making his way down the entrance ramp, that smirk upon his lips disappearing and now he's focused on the task in hand. He's wearing his black zipless jumper that has written in the middle "Your Hero, And Mine", with a trademark Project CHAOS logo below the writing.

Standing by the edge of the ring, he lets out a triumphant roar, with the audience roaring back to him as he jumps onto the apron before he slingshots his way over the top rope. He takes off his hoodie and throws it to the audience before climbing the turnbuckle and posing for the audience. Jumping off, he falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, looking up at the heavens as his theme music slowly begins to fade out.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Dublin, Ireland weighing in at 165 pounds… He is the EWC X DIVISION CHAMPION… “The Whizzer”… EDDIE CRANK!!!

Music plays, Crank walks out

DING! DING! DING! 

“YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

Carter: And the crowd erupts at the bell!

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

Both wrestlers turn and look around the arena as the crowd is blowing the roof off the building. Crank rolls out of the ring, looking under the ring he starts throwing all sorts of things in the ring. While… Storm… Well…

Bennett: You would think Storm would have left his imaginary friend at home for this one, but there he is having a chat with his man outside.

Carter: Maybe… He will give him some good advice?

Crank notices Storm leaning on the ropes doing his normal pre match routine, he looks almost insulted and he looks under the ring for more things but isn’t able to find anything. He walks over to a guy in the front row who is drinking a bottle of beer. Crank talks to him for a moment, and the man goes NUTS! He hands over his beer bottle and Crank walks over to the ring and whips the beer bottle at the head of the distracted Storm and it shatters and Storm immediately falls over limp in the ring! Crank is almost caught off guard not expecting it to shatter, he quickly slides under the bottom rope and crawls ontop of Storm hooking his leg leaning waaay back as Storm coils up!

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KICKOUT!!! ….WITH AUTHORITY!

Bennett: And Storm comes to life out of no where!

Carter: I don’t think any of us will ever understand the inner workings of Mark Storm. Out cold to Wide awake in a matter of seconds!

Storm jumps to his feet, and Crank turns looking to tie up with Storm but pauses when he sees a blank Storm just standing still staring at him…. He pauses for a moment and then gives Storm a double middle finger! The crowd eats it up!!!

“YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”

Storm looks to be uneffected as he slowly circles Crank almost like a shark the two lock eyes and then they tie up like two bulls as they jockey for position! Both men gain the advantage for a moment, but then lose it to the other. It’s a back and forth battle in the tie up until Storm takes Crank down to the ground with a headlock take down! Storm gets up to one knee staring at Crank as he turns around looking at Storm looking confused at the look on his opponent’s face.

Crank shakes his head as they both get to their feet. Crank talks trash to Storm, until Storm quickly turns around and talks to his invisible friend outside the ring! Crank, grabs a steel chair and swings it back to take Storm’s head off but is met with an elbow the face as if Storm knew it was coming! Crank drops the chair grabbing his jaw. Storm picks it up and as Crank turns around he nails a clean unprotected shot to the face of Crank!!! Crank falls to the mat with a thud.

“OOOOOOHHHH!!!”

Bennett: Crank has to be aware of that imaginary friend of Storm’s… he’s always got all the answers.

Carter: It cracked his skull open!

Crank slowly rolls over getting to a seated position as blood starts to run down his face. He uses the topes to pull himself to his feet. Storm drops the chair and opps for a hammer he finds on the mat. He walks over stalking Crank almost like a killer in a slasher film… He swings to bring the hammer down on the face of Crank but he dodges it as if it was a hammer punch inside the octagon. He dodges another and tells Storm to come on! Storm brings it down a third time and he dodges it and grabs Storms arm in a rolling arm bar!

Bennett: Crank taking a different approach to the crazy Mark Storm.

Carter: I don’t think anyone has ever really been able to take a normal approach to a match with Mark Storm.

Storm struggles for a moment, and gets his feet on the ropes. But the ref waves it off shouting at Storm who is in the submission that there are no rope breaks! Storm, kicks and struggles in pain, and slides his feet out of the ring, he rolls out and pulls Crank with him and slams him down on the arena floor and it breaks the hold. Storm falls to his knees grabbing his arm. Crank has the wind knocked out of him but only for a moment, as he gets up Storm with his back to him.

Crank runs at him and drop kicks the back of Storms head right into the steel steps and he hits it with a CRASH!!! But Crank isn’t done as he blood runs down his face he spits as it flows into his beard. He grabs Storm who has been busted open himself now, and as he passes the ring grabs a box cutter out of the ring, and pounds down on storms head with hammer punches as Storm is held in a head lock from behind on his knees. With his free arm Crank slices the box cutter across the scalp of Mark Storm!

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!”

Storm falls to the floor holding his head that has just been sliced open. Crank holds the bloody box cutter up in the air for the arena to see, and he goes at Storm again this time looking like he is going to stab him in the face with it, but Storm reaches up and blocks it!

They struggle like two bulls, until Storm knees Crank right in the jewels! Crank falls over grabbing his junk, as Storm slowly gets to his feet blood flowing freely down his face.

Bennett: That was a cheap shot, I don’t care if ya are gonna get stabbed in the face, ya don’t kick a man in the balls.

Carter: Well… Sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

Storm reaches under the ring, and pulls out a cinder block! He pulls it out with one hand, as the crowd goes crazy! Storm sets it down, as he grabs Cranks leg and rests it on the steel steps. He picks up the cinder block and runs and SMASHES it into Crank’s knee and it practically bursts into dust and chunks as Crank shouts out in pain grabbing his leg!

Storm, looking down at Crank blood covering his face and running down his back, it looks like something out of a Stephen King novel. Storm picks up Crank by the waist with a dead lift and executes a gut wrench powerbomb on the outside! He holds on for the pin! The ref slides into position!

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Bennett: How did he get out of that one??? I saw Crank’s head bounce off the ramp way!

Carter: Well like you always say Steve… that’s why he is the champion.

Storm gets up… whoosy and wabbley legged, from blood loss. He falls over on the guard rail as the fans at ringside grab him and slap him on the shoulders screaming like crazy enjoying the show. Crank slowly gets to his feet, and runs at him, but Storm ducks under and lifts him over top of the guard rail and right into the laps of the crowd in the front row!

Carter: Well those fans just might be going home with some blood on their cloths.

Bennett: Oh those people will never wash those cloths… it will be like their superbowl jerseys.

Crank gets up, and Storm grabs him and slams his face down on the guard rail. Crank Stunned, as Storm gets up climbing on top of the guard rail, till Crank grabs one of his legs and trips him and Storm comes straight down crotching himself on the top of the guard rail!

Bennett: Well… tit for tat I suppose.

Carter: I dunno… I wanna think that one hurt a little more then Storm’s low blow.

Crank pie faces Storm shoving him off the guard rail, as he falls to the arena floor. Crank climbs over the guard rail, With Storm laying on the floor Crank goes under the ring and pulls out a table and the crowd goes NUTS!!!

“YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

“WE WANT TABLES!!!”

“WE WANT TABLES!!!”

“WE WANT TABLES!!!”

Crank picks up Storm and slams his face down on the table and then rolls his limp body onto the table. He signals a cut throat motion signaling the end. He climbs to the top turnbuckle…

Bennett: This is really out of Crank’s wheelhouse.

Carter: Well… Like we said, sometimes to beat crazy ya gotta go crazy.

Crank slowly stands up, balancing himself, raising his hands into the air telling the crowd to get on their feet. As the crowd starts to go crazy Crank jumps off the top rope with a flying cross body block but just before he lands on Storm, Storm slides off the table and falls limp to the floor, by his head slinks and falls under the table! Crank crashes through the table, and down onto Storm’s unprotected head on the floor!!! Neither man is moving!!!

The ref looks down not knowing what to do, both men with blood running down their faces. Storm is completely out of it, eyes closed not moving. Crank has a blank stare and is not responding to the referee. The ref waves off the match, and gives the “X” signal to bring out medical personnel from the back. He heads over to the time keeper and you can hear him…

“I have ta call it, neither man can continue. It’s a Draw…”

DING! DING! DING!!!

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen the referee has informed me that neither man can continue the match, therefore the match is a DRAW!!!

The crowd is NOT happy with the decision!

“BOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

“BULL SHIT!!!”

“BULL SHIT!!!”

“BULL SHIT!!!”

Bennett: We have a very angry crowd, with the finish of this match.

Carter: This is an EWC crowd they like to see definitive winners and losers, this match, while booked a no DQ and should have had a winner, well neither man is moving… we have doctors out here… The ref had to call it.

Aiello: Finally… Someone stopped the damn match.

Bennett: You finally got what you have been begging for since the X Division was brought back. A match stoppage.

Carter: And you can see how the crowd reacted to that.

Aiello: These are human beings who have families! We will be back with more after these messages

[MNB]

The scene opens up backstage with President Mac sitting inside the medical room sharing some laughs with the nurses as the medical staff work on Eddie Crank and Mark Storm

Eddie: This is fookin bull shit Mac. Ye know this. Let me out this fookin room and put me back in the ring to finish this match

Mac: Calm down Eddie, the ref called the match .. there is nothing I could do

Storm: Could someone tell that Irish idiot to shut up

Eddie: Ye better watch yer mouth ye emo crying laddy

Mac: The two of you need to shut up already. Look, legally we had to end the match. You guys gave it your all. The crowd loved it, I'm sure it will be a ratings hit .. you both need to rest up and ..

Eddie: Screw rest. Let me outta these straps. Let me at that emo runnaway baby

Eddie is trying to break free of the hold but he's tied in pretty tight as the Doctors work on sewing up his forehead and tend to other injuries

Storm: Mac, just close the doors, empty the room and let the two of us finish this. Whatever happens, happens, I'm tired of this ass-ho ...

Eddie: Shut up. Just shut ye trap already. Like a little girl crying in the corner. Me head hurts now. Mac, what about me money. I better get paid what I'm owed. Get that fooker out of here and pay me my money. 

Looking at the doctors Mac whispers

Mac: Can't you give them something ... you know ... to put them to sleep for the night?

Mac pats the Doctors on the back as they nod in agreement

Storm: I should be the champ right now, I'm the clear victor here tonight. Play back the tapes Mac. That Irish punk couldn't even keep up with me

Eddie: Ya, play the tapes Mac. Then ye will see I whipped that little girls arse back and forth all night. Champion? Ye right ... go back to yer hole and stay there little girl

Mac: Holy shit you two ..  (clearly annoyed)  The end was shit. A draw is shit. No one likes a draw. So at the next BRAWL .. in two weeks .. the two of you will get round two .. two men enter, one man leaves, absolutely no draws no matter what ... X-Division Title on the line .. is that good? 

By then the medicine kicked in and Eddie and Mark have passed out

Mac: Jesus Doc, what'd you give them? 

Doc: A big dose of Alprazolam (Xanax)

Mac smirks as the scene fades

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CATHARSIS

VS ALEXIS MORRISON

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Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!!!

“YYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Carter: Here we go!!! Lets hope Catharsis isn't too badly injured from the attack earlier tonight by Shelton and his run in with Tillman minutes later

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first from Chicago, IL weighing in at 210 Lbs… “The Raging River”… CATHARSIS!!!

The guitar riff streaks across the speakers like a mad flame as the lights pulsate and flicker. A figure emerges through the curtain with a determined and melodic pace. He stands at the ramp entrance, looking over the crowd with a sly smirk. As the guitar solo breaks, he tilts his head back, extends both arms with clenched fist, and releases a primal scream in sync with the one roaring from the speakers. "Mouth like Sidewinder Missiles" commands the crowds, and the roar of approval from the masses drives him to the ring. Catharsis makes his way to the ring, the smirk never wavering, his head nodding in approval. He slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet and rushes the turnbuckle, leaping to the second rung. As the song transitions into another guitar solo, he sits down atop the top, drops his head momentarily in silence respect, then explode up with both arms to each side, screaming to the crowd once more. He steps down to the mat, and stands ready.

A low tone beat mixed with an electric guitar sounds through the arena for a few seconds before going full force over the sound system. Cameras get a close up of the big screen as the Anti-Starlet logo is presented in until transitions into a video of the music video and clips of Alexis Morrison. This plays for a few minutes before entering fading back to an foggy entrance way. Out of the smoke, "The Anti-Starlet" Alexis Morrison walks onto the stage wearing a leather jacket, her blonde hair falls behind the woman, and she walks down.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Salem, New York weighing in at 125 pounds…“ The Anti-Starlet”… Alexis Morrison!!!

She stops, looks at the ring for a moment, circles it halfway before pulling herself onto the apron, giving a menacing stare back toward the crowd. Alexis climbs into ring with attitude, going straight to her respected corner taking off her black leather jacket while keeping an eye on things.

Aiello: What a main event we have here tonight. Alexis Morrison always one of the best, against Catharsis an up an comer here to make a name for himself.

Bennett: And if he can defeat Alexis… boy oh boy would that put him on the map.

DING! DING! DING! 

Catharsis never looks away from Morrison showing that he has not only the utmost respect for her abilities but that he has come to this match with a game plan. Alexis stands walking around as they circle each other. Catharsis sways back and forth as they lean in and jolt with a collar and elbow tie up! They both jockey for position for a moment and then they break the tie up! And Alexis shakes her head no…

Carter: Alexis Clearly upset about something… I wonder what that is about.

They tie up once again and this time again jockying for position, and it looks like Catharsis is going to overpower Alexis back into the turnbuckle but she uses his force against him and takes him to the ground with an arm drag take down! Catharsis gets back up to one knee, slaps his hands together, and steadies himself to reset. Catharsis lunges for the collar and elbow, but Alexis slips it and slides under and executes a standing switch grabbing him from behind, and she rolls him up with a school girl!

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Catharsis grabs the bottom rope with both his hands and the ref tells Alexis to break the pin… and she lets go backing up to the middle of the ring. She leans down hands on her knees, waiting for him, Catharsis keeps his cool and starts to dance a little… floating like a boxer…

Aiello: Ahhh… Here is a change up…

Carter: A little float like a butterfly sting like a bee…

Bennett: This guy clearly had a game plan when he got here, and Alexis with her superior experience has him abandoning that game plan… I hope he has something better then a second rate Ali.

Alexis readies herself as he bobs and weaves and she lunges looking for a single leg take down, but he bounces out of the way. Again, they bob and weave through the ring and again she lunges but this time he catches her with a fist square to the jaw and she goes down hard!

Aiello: OH! Ouch she felt that one!

She pops back up to her feet, but he catches her and throws her over his head with a belly to belly over head suplex! She pops back up and backs into the corner, she comes at her and lunges a shoulder into her stomach but she lifts her legs and flips over him and brings him down in a pinning combination!

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TWO!
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KICKOUT!

They both pop back up and Catharsis, now getting frustrated, runs right into a clothsline from Alexis! He pops back up as Alexis hits the ropes and as he turns around he gets nailed with 20 EYES!!! The crowd suddenly comes to life and ERUPTS!!!

Carter: WOW! She caught him totally off guard! This one could be over already!

The crowd counts along as Alexis makes the cover!!!

“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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OHHHH!!! Kickout!!!

Bennett: He’s gonna have to be more careful then that… She just flattened his face cuz he wasn’t ready for that. Keep your eyes open kid or your gonna get your head kicked off.

Aiello: Alexis is determined here tonight.

Dazed, Catharsis rolls over onto his stomach, and Alexis immediately locks in a STF submission hold!!! The crowd again ERUPTS!!! Catharsis looks to be in pain, but he is struggling to pull himself to the ropes. He shouts out in pain as he drags himself to the ropes inch by inch… the ref raises his hands waiting to see if Catharsis taps or makes it to the ropes…
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AND he makes it to the ropes!

The ref makes Alexis Break the hold, and she backs up holding her hands in the air.

Carter: Catharsis can’t get a breath of fresh air, Alexis is on him every second he turns around.

To try and get some distance between him and Alexis, Catharsis rolls out of the ring. Alexis immediately follows suit and slides out but Catharsis anticipates this and he turns around and executes the SMASH AND GRAB on the outside!!! The crows goes CRAZY!!!

Aiello: That’s just what Catharsis needed, he needed to stop Alexis in her tracks and get this thing turned around in his favor.

Bennett: And no better way then to plant your opponent’s face into the arena floor!

Catharsis, taking a few deep breaths grabs Alexis by the hair, who is still clearly dazed and he runs her face first into the steel steps! She hits them with a loud CRASH! Catharsis isn’t letting up though as he grabs her by her hair and walks up the stairs… He raises his hands in the air, to cheers from the crowd and he lifts Alexis up into a vertical position and plants her head first on the steel steps with a spike piledriver!!!

Carter: Oh! I think Catharsis has really turned things around in his favor now. A move like that, has been known to put people out of the sport!

Catharsis grabs Alexis who is stumbling around as he holds her by her hair and he rolls her back in the ring. He rolls in behind her and covers her with a lateral press!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Aiello: Well at least we know she’s not paralyzed.

Bennett: You know Joe… I’m getting really sick of you, this is a sport, they know what they were doing when they signed up. Quit being such a pussy.

Carter: Maybe we can get Tony Schiavone… that auta put some butts in the seats…

Bennett: HA!

Aiello: Enough…

Catharsis picks up Alexis on his shoulder and walks over to the turnbuckle and sits her on top. He climbs up and hooks her looking for a superplex… but he doesn’t stop there… before lifting her he climbs to the top himself… He steadies himself… and then lifts her into the air for a top rope SUPERPLEX!!! They both come crashing down to the mat! But Catharsis quickly rolls over and drapes one arm over Alexis!

ONE!!!

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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Aiello: No! Catharsis can’t keep Alexis down!

Catharsis clearly starting to show frustration slams his hand on the mat, he walks over grabbing Alexis by the hair and screams in her face “JUST STAY DOWN!!!” Alexis spits in his face, and then quickly rolls him up in a small package!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Carter: Another veteran move from Alexis!

Bennett: Catharsis better get his head back in the game, cuz Alexis is gonna make him pay.

They both pop back up to their feet, Catharsis goes for a hard clothsline but Alexis ducks it and flips and executes a Pele’ kick!!! Catharsis slowly crumbles to the mat! But Alexis doesn’t go for the cover, instead she heads to the ring apron, she jumps on the top rope and executes a springboard 630 SENTON!!! The crowd goes CRAZY!!!

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

Alexis quickly crawls back and goes for the cover!

“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!
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OHHHHHHH!!! Kickout!!!

Aiello: What an amazing move from Morrison but not enough to keep Catharsis down!

Carter: I’m in shock! Who would even think of attempting such a move?

Alexis gets up blowing her hair out of her face, looking down at Catharsis who is slowly getting to his feet, contemplating what to do next she hits the ropes with Catharsis’ back turned she jumps up and executes a reverse frankenstiener!!! The Crowd ERUPTS as she heads over mounts Catharsis and begins to rain down punches on the man. But Catharsis slowly overpowers Alexis and stands up holding her, he runs her back first into the turnbuckle! He gives her a shoulder to the stomach with such force that her body practically bends in half between the buckles… he gives her another! And then a third! He grabs her by the hair and gives her a few punches to the skull and then lifts her to the top once again. He again goes to the top… But this time it looks like he is going for a top rope super powerbomb! Alexis blocks it! He pulls again, but she blocks it again! He lets her up and she gives him a head butt to the head! He stumbles but holds onto the ropes! She hits him again, but he again doesn’t let go! She gives him a shove and he falls to the mat! She stands up on the top rope and then without hesitation leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault!!! But at the last minute Catharsis moves out of the way!!!

“OOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

Carter: OH! Crash and burn!

Aiello: Nobody home for Alexis…

Catharsis sees his opening and he picks her up and quickly hits a powerbomb… but this is different… this is… JUDGEMENT DAY!!! Powerbomb into a Stunner! Alexis goes down hard!!!

Bennett: That’s it! He did it!

Aiello: It’s over!

The crowd ERUPTS as he hits Judgment Day and they count along!

“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!” OOHHHHHH!!!! Kickout!!!!!!

Carter: Oh my God!!!! She kicked out!!! How??? HOW???

Bennett: I haven’t the faintest idea.

Aiello: I know we have been saying this all night, but I can hardly hear you guys, listhen to this CROWD!!!

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

The crowd seems to change chants mid chant…

“THIS IS WRESTLING!!!”

“THIS IS WRESTLING!!!”

“THIS IS WRESTLING!!!”

Catharsis can’t believe it! He sits up in shock… Falling backwards holding his head slamming his hands on the mat in anger, as the ref signals TWO! Alexis is laying face down after kicking out somehow, and starting to stir… Catharsis gets up shaking his head in anger, and he walks over to a stumbling Morrison who again walks right into another JUDGMENT DAY!!! He rolls her up for the powerbomb but she blocks it! She rains down punches on him over and over again, and he falls backwards and Alexis grabs his legs seated on his chest!

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OHHHHHH!!! Kickout!

Alexis gets up stumbling over and grabbing the ropes to steady herself as Catharsis gets to his feet, she walks over to him and he goes for a clothsline but Alexis ducks it but then grabs Catharsis and hooks him and executes FOREVER NIGHT!!! She slams him down face first as the crowd ERUPTS counting along as she makes the cover!

Bennett: I told ya, if he wasn’t careful Alexis would make him pay! This one is over!

“ONE!!!”
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“THREE!!! OHHHHHH!!! KICKOUT!!!

Aiello: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!!!

Bennett: What guts Catharsis is showing! Do you know how many people Alexis has put down with that move???

Carter: Now THIS is a main event!

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

“EWC!!!”

Alexis gets to her feet, beaten and worn down… wondering what she has to do to finish this thing. Catharsis is dazed with his shoulder up… looking like he has no idea where he is. Alexis walks over to grab him and he suddenly comes to life and rolls her into a school boy!

Carter: He was playing possum!!!

“ONE!!!”
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THREE!!! OHHHHHH!!! Kickout!!!

Aiello: Another near fall!!!

They both pop back up and Catharsis lunges looking for a collar and elbow tie up but Alexis ducks and rolls hooking his leg, and rolling and grabbing his arm twisting her legs around his head… ITS BLOODY TEARS!!!

Aiello: BLOODY TEARS!!! BLOODY TEARS OUT OF NO WHERE!

Bennett: I don’t think anyone saw that coming! I certainly didn’t!

Carter: Is he gonna tap??? He has a few feet to get to the ropes!

Catharsis struggle trying to roll and pull his way closer to the ropes… he reaches with his free hand as far as he can, but he cant reach it! The ref is holding up his hands to see if he can somehow roll to the ropes or if he is gonna tap…

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HE TAPS OUT!!!

The ref calls for the bell!!!

DING! DING! DING! 

“YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”

Aiello: What an AMAZING match!!!

Carter: Catharsis may not have gotten the win, but he certainly showed what he is made of, and he is going a long ways.

Bennett: This one could have gone either way, what a great main event.

Alexis releases the hold and Catharsis rolls out of the ring, clutching his arm and neck in pain. As the ref raises Alexis’ hand in victory!

Jessica Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… ALEXIS MORRISON!!!

Aiello: What a match, what a show ... don't go anywhere as we still have more BRAWL left .. right after these messages

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Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl ladies and gentleman

Bennett: Well, it’s been a hell of a night tonight with strong competition taking the spotlight. You know, one thing that I have noticed is that with this new generation, well, they are ready to throw down.. man. It hasn’t been so much about what they say as opposed to what they do inside of that ring and I have to admit.. I like it.

Carter: I agree with that statement. Though I am going to counter you with one individual who was the full package. Ashton Drake was the type of person who could do it all while-

“I stand alone” by Godsmack begins to play loudly as the fans stand up and cheer! The arena lights dim down and the feed pans back to the entrance area.

Bennett: Oh here we go. Business just picked up. Here he is, the most influential man in modern day sports, our EWC Undisputed Champion-

Aiello Two time.

Bennett: Right…. Don’t interrupt me. Our TWO TIME EWC Champion, Xplode. Coming off of an amazing victory over the FSW Champion, Amis Shelton, one has to ask… what’s left to achieve? He has seemingly done it all and left no questions in his career.

Aiello: Xplode has two months left in his career. He is set to retire at StrangleMania. Upon giving that announcement, there was an immediate response by the locker room. Big names stepped forward wit intentions on putting down the Destroyer of Worlds before he hung up his boots for the last time. Xplode accepted all of those challenges… and he overcame them all. His appearance tonight is a mystery. What could he possibly have to say at this point?

Bennett: It’s true, man. If I was X, I would just shift gears and go into cruise control from here on out. He has nothing left to prove.

Carter: Let’s shift to the ring where Xplode is set to speak. This should be interesting.

Now in the ring, Xplode paces as the fans cheer him on.

Fans: THANK YOU, X! THANK YOU, X!!

Xplode nods his head in response as the responses continue to rain his way. Finally, he raises a hand and asks for a moment to speak. The fans shout for a moment longer and then slowly fade to silence.

Xplode: Damn. I don’t know what the hell is going on these days. Truthfully, I am starting to think that I am in the Twilight Zone or some shit like that. When did I become one of your “good guys”? Make no mistake about it, cheer me if you want, the fact remains that I won’t be kissing your babies and tucking your children into their beds. I am still the same man that you all booed for over twenty years now… and I don’t intend on changing now.

The fans start to cheer once more as X shakes his head, a smirk spreading across his face.

Xplode: Unreal.. Anyway, I am here tonight for one reason. It’s time to address the future, my future, in the EWC. As most of you have heard by now, there are reports in the news and on some shitty newspapers that I may have had a stroke. Some are saying that this stroke, IF IT HAPPENED, is career threatening. I have to wonder if these people who report these things even have a sex life by the way that they are constantly trolling the news..

So let me address that little issue.

I am 100%. Hell, even if I was lying at standing here at 50%, that would still make me twice as good as any of those goons in the EWC Locker room, all shows… world wide. I proved it two weeks ago by dropping Amis Shelton. Once again, I backed up everything that I have said. Anyone who doubts me at this point is a complete idiot. Now, I know that there are some of you who are beyond jealous right now, and they are going out of their way to take the shine off of my wins or to create a controversy. I have heard those little things in the locker room. Well, I have news for you.

I don’t give a shit.

I will do what I do better than anyone in the world inside of this ring, and I will keep on trucking along and crushing my competition until StrangleMania is here. Then, you can all scramble in the industry and try to figure out how to rebound without me. Good luck with that. There ain’t a name in that locker room that I haven’t beaten. So it’s almost comical to think that one of those fools are going to have to… well… they will have to be the next me.

“The Vengeful One” by Disturbed begins to play as the arena literally explodes with cheers! The fans stand up and pump their fists! Screams rock ear drums! There is complete chaos in the arena… as Drake steps out unto the stage area with the EWC International Championship slung over his shoulder!

Carter: DRAKE!!!! DRAKE IS HERE!!! DRAKE IS HERE!!!!

Bennett: X and Drake have been at each others throats for so long now that they are practically arch enemies. This is big. Listen to these fans!!! Drake causes an emotion that can’t be described when he arrives in the arena!

Aiello: Drake is the kind of man that can carry that ball that Xplode leaves behind and run with it. He can do it however by NOT being the next Xplode… but just the current Drake. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Brawl!

Smirking, Drake looks out at the fans as they cheer him on! He arrives at ringside and mocks Xplode, bowing in his direction! X watches him, a look of annoyance on his face as Drake walks up the stairs and enters the ring. He raises a microphone over his head, sending the fans into a frenzy! He then nods his head and smiles once more.

Xplode: Are you lost, kid? The bathroom is the other way.

Drake: Really? There seems to be an ample amount of complete shit in this ring right now.

Xplode: Look, you and I have already done our thing. I have proven to the world that you are nothing more than a cardboard hero. Sure, you beat me once, but that was a fluke. The EWC Title is back where it belongs, around my waist. It’s time for you to own that loss… and move on… and let someone else get a shot.

Drake laughs as the fans cheer!

Drake: Wow… that’s pretty black and white, Champ. You know, I was standing back stage, listening to you, and I have to admit that I agree with most of what you said out here tonight.

Xplode: Came to your senses finally, huh?

Drake: I said.. MOST of it. You’re right. We are in a uncertain time right now. You have brought so much to the industry and let’s face it, like it or not, you carried the EWC on your shoulders for a long time.

Xplode: Get to the point.

Drake: I mean, you are about to finally step away for good, thank God, and we will be left with guys like Mark Mania…. Guys who enter the business and expect to be treated like stars from the start, guys who haven’t earned shit… wait.. unless we count their 1000000 championship reigns ELSEWHERE. That never gets old, right?

Xplode: You could have sent this in a hallmark card. Say your peace and get the hell out of my ring. This is my time.

Drake: We have also have guys like Eddie Crank who walk in the door and are handed the golden ticket right from go, while others are left to scrap it out and earn that shot… any shot. THAT’S WHY I FIGHT EVERY WEEK. THAT’S WHY I FIGHT EVERYONE… someone has to.

Xplode: Yet… you didn’t fight tonight.

Drake: You’re right, X. I didn’t. You see, tonight I had a few things to tend to. Tonight is the anniversary of the deaths of my wife and child. I planned on staying home to pay respect. Somehow though, something inside of me, told me that I needed to be here tonight. I needed to be that voice of truth for these fans… and I needed to set things straight.

The fans begin to cheer loudly as X smirks.

Drake: I am not Eddie Crank. I have shown that I can win time and time again. I have lost matches as well and never wasted time thinking about them once it was over. I am not Mark Mania. I don’t sit on a talk show and spew out bullshit and expect to be called a legend without putting in work. What I AM…. IS DRAKE. I AM THE MAN WHO HAS SHOWN THE WORLD THAT XPLODE CAN BE DEFEATED… FORGOTTEN… AND OVERCOME.

The arena literally shakes as the fans respond with cheers! Xplode looks out at them, surprised by the responses.

Xplode: We have done this so many time and have heard this even more. What do you want, Ash?

Drake: I want my rematch.

Xplode: Not going to happen. You had your chance. You lost.

Drake: You never beat me.

Xplode: That’s not what the record books say.

Drake: You have never pinned me or submitted me, X. You want to call yourself a legend? You want to be the greatest of all time? Well, the greats in the industry face every challenge that stands before them! Until you beat me, you aren’t any of those things. You aren’t even the EWC Undisputed Champion. That belt belongs with me.

As the fans continue to cheer, Xplode smirks.

Xplode: Not gonna happen. Good try though. I like your little display… these fans really dig you. Great for the ratings. Win – win for everyone. You have nothing that I want though. Coming out here and playing the “You didn’t beat me” card was a wrong choice however. You see, once I retire…. Once I step away for good.. no one is going to bring your damn name up when they talk about my career.

Xplode starts to step towards Drake as the fans cheer! Drake stands his ground as the two of them glare at one another face to face!

Xplode: No one is going to say “Xplode was good but then there was Drake.” Not at all. I have faced so many men and women, I have stepped into so many rings…. Different companies… this company… and been the same man every damn time. I gain more respect in this industry than you could ever understand… not having yours means nothing to me. You are nothing.

Drake: I am the EWC International Champion… a title that you have never won.

Drake holds the championship in front of Xplode.

Xplode: …or wanted.

Drake: Bullshit. When you step away, we are going to have to hear about the thousands of titles that the great Jaden Hunter has won. That’s right… JADEN. I am talking to JADEN here… not Xplode. This little feud between us has gone beyond this ring. It’s gone beyond standing out here and destroying each others credibility. It’s about Ash and Jaden… you are the man that everyone wants to beat and I am the man who did it. When you retire, you are going to be just fine.. sure. As the years go by though and I reach my potential, you will sit in anger and resentment, knowing damn well that you never beat me though. Sooner or later, someone will mention that I am your equal or maybe even your superior, and what will you do then? This is your chance… I challenge you, Jaden. Destroyer of Worlds versus the Vengeful One…. Champion vs REAL Champion…. Title for title.

The fans scream as Drake raises his title over his head.

Xplode: Title for title?

Drake: Yup. I have laid out the meal for you, Jaden. Come and get it. Winner takes all. No more rematches, winner takes all.

As the fans cheer….

Xplode: Done. You have your match. I am going to end you, Ash. You have been in my way for far too long. Just remember, no more rematches. This is it.

Drake: The entire world knows that I am the real champion of the EWC.

The fans continue to cheer when suddenly…

Voice: ….that’s a lie.

Aiello: WHAT’S THIS?!!!

Stepping out unto the stage, Alexis Morrison heads towards the ring with a microphone in her hand. She looks angered as she walks up the stairs with no hesitation. Nodding at Xplode, Alexis gets right into Drake’s face and taps him on the shoulder.

Alexis: Xplode is right. You had your chance. Say what you want about X but at least he handles business like it should be handled. He is a fighting champion. How long have we all had to sit in that locker room and endure you standing out here, gaining title shot after title shot? Like you said… remember the rest of us who have earned it? You are no different than Eddie Crank.

Drake: Really? Crank never beat you… I have though.

Alexis: You could always try and do it again…

Morrison and Drake stand face to face as the fans begin to scream!!!

Xplode: You know, Lexi. We didn’t ask Drake to come out here tonight. He knew the risks. Perhaps we should work together, and send a message to that locker room by stomping the hell out of this joke right now? He is taking what belongs to you, Lexi. When I step away, will it be you who stands out here and carries this promotion? Show me… and show these people… where the TRUE future of this business is. SHOW THE WORLD WHAT HAPPENS WHEN ALEXIS MORRISON IS UNLEASHED…. With the power of a destroyer…

Voice: THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!!!

The fans erupt once more now as a Andrew Jackson arrives!!! Driving a military jeep, Jackson glares at the ring as she floors it… driving right up to the ring! The fans really get behind him as he parks the jeep and steps out to a thunderous applause! Jackson rolls into the ring and walks right up to Morrison, stepping between her and Drake.

Jackson: Seems to me like we have a problem out here. I don’t take kindly to bullies.

Morrison: This doesn’t involve you.

Jackson: It does now. Drake has my respect. He has earned it. That man standing behind you is the very reason that this industry is in the state that it is. When he steps away, I won’t shed a damn tear! Drake is a step in the right direction. If you want to get to him, you are going to have to go through me. Your move… Alexis. Bring it.

The fans are really into it now!

Xplode (Laughing): This is laughable. Who is this guy, Lexi? When did we get G.I.Joe as a sponsor?

Drake: His name is Andrew Jackson. I would remember that name, Jaden. You are looking at one of the most dangerous new talents to ever enter this ring.

Jackson nods and Drake as Lexi walks towards X. The fans cheer loudly… and then X pats Lexi on the shoulder.

Xplode: These two clowns look like they actually wore their big boy pants today.

Alexis: Shall we?

Xplode: Yes… but not tonight.

The fans begin to boo loudly as X laughs.

Xplode: Next BRAWL… tag team match. G.I. Jackson and Drake get their wish.

Alexis: Consider me there.

The fans are full on booing now as Drake smirks and looks out at them.

Drake: Fine. I don’t give a damn how we do it. Consider me in.

Jackson: Game time.

The fans respond loudly as all four competitors stand in the ring! The feed fades back until we see the announcers once again.

Carter: This is monumental!

Bennett: Morrison… Xplode? That’s HUGE! Jackson… Drake… super powered team??!!! Consider me there, in two weeks on the next Monday Night Brawl!

Aiello: Ladies and Gentleman .. this is insane but we are out of time! We will see you in two weeks .. with a massive tag team main event! Good Night everyone!

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RECAP OF WINNERS
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SHOW OPENER
RACHEL NAVARO [N/S]
VS JOHN BLADE *
WINNER: John Blade


EMMA LOUISE *
VS TSUJIRI *
WINNER: Emma Louise

JON SULLIVAN *
VS CARLOS CRUZ *
WINNER: Carlos Cruz

TOMMY ESPARZA *
VS JAZZLYN ST JAMES *
WINNER: Tommy Esparza

ANTHONY GRUNGE *
VS UNCANNY INFERNO *
WINNER: Uncanny Inferno

NON TITLE
JACK TILLMAN *
VS AMIS SHELTON *
WINNER: Jack Tillman

NON TITLE - WEAPONS NO DQ MATCH
MARK STORM *
VS EDDIE CRANK *
WINNER: Draw


CATHARSIS *
VS ALEXIS MORRISON *
WINNER: Alexis Morrison
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