MNB #482 - SACRAMENTO

[President Mac]

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 #482 | MAY 29TH 2017

LIVE! from Golden 1 Center in Sacramento, California

EWC BRAWL
MAY 29TH 2017
LIVE! from Golden 1 Center in Sacramento, California
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 the last episode of BRAWL in Vancouver

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, Amis 'FN' Shelton, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Catharsis, Eddie Crank, Emma Louise, Jack Tillman, John Blade, Jonathan Sullivan, Kim Hunter, Valora Thomas, Quintin Castle, Peter Dragon, Kestrel, Chase Rex, Scott Grayse and finally current EWC Undisputed Champion Drake!

The opening pyros hit and here we go.




The energy in the Golden 1 Center is electrifying.

Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

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 four hundred and eighty two of Monday Night Brawl. We are coming to you live from the sold-out Golden 1 Center in Sacramento California. All anyone could talk about these last two weeks was this supposed Plan B from Victor Price and of course, this insane Main Event

Bennett: Crank .. Drake .. Shelton and Thomas .. all in the ring at the same time. Un-fucking-believable 

Carter: Wait a minute .. it looks like our GM is standing on the ramp right now

Victor: Hello Sacramento

A mixed reaction from the crowd pours down on Victor Price

Victor: I'll take it .. I can appreciate that .. look .. many people have come to me asking what on Gods green earth is this Plan B and why do I have it out for Drake

Bennett: That's exactly what we want to know

Victor: I'm here to tell you .. you'll find out soon and I don't have it 'out' for Drake. I just don't like it when people think they are above or better than the brand. I don't care what your last name is .. Hunter, Mac .. or Drake .. I don't owe any of you a bit of jack shit.

A large amount of boo's start coming in which clearly frustrates Victor

Victor: If any of you on the roster have a problem with that, I'm the guy in charge in the back office doing my job

Boo's begin to pour down on Victor now .. Victory is completely thrown off and flustered

Victor: See .. this is part of the problem. I come out here with a pocket full of sense and yet all of you are stuck in the past. I credit Danny Mac for this 'holier than though' view of certain roster members. Not on my watch, not on my roster. If the Main Event goes like I think it will .. ah fuck it .. I don't owe any of you an explanation .. enjoy the show you ungrateful assholes

Victor flips off a number of fans booing him as he turns around and heads back behind the curtains

Aiello: Whoa .. not a smart move by our GM .. you don't insult the fans who paid good money to be here tonight

Bennett: All part of his plan I'm sure .. insult the champions .. insult the President .. insult the fans .. um, yeah .. not sure what the end game is

Carter: Folks we will be back with our first match of the night .. right after these messages

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ANTHONY GRUNGE
VS JOHN BLADE

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See you again hit's when he walked out onto the stage, wearing his trademark baseball cap and matching t shirt.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Boston Massachusetts, John Blade!
 
With a salute to the crowd, he began running to the ring, where he slid in and quickly got to his feet and tossed his hat into the crowd. After a bit more posing, he removed his t shirt and also tossed it into the crowd to fight his Opponent.

'Fell on Black Days' – Soundgarden plays Johnny Sinclair walks to the ring and then opens the curtains. Anthony Grunge emerges and starts to walk down to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Hollywood, California, Anthony Grunge!

The fans go to touch him but Grunge just ignores them. Grunge spits some gum into the crowd and then enters the ring.

Aiello: Do you think John has what it takes to get the win here tonight?

Bennett: He definitely can pull off the upset here tonight, both men will be desperate for this win

The referee calls both to the center of the ring and then explains the rules of the fight to them. Both men are very familiar to the with the rules already and nod to them, once done they both return to their corners and he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!!

The fight begins aggressively as both men begin to dish right hands at each other, neither seems to be getting a headway at first but soon John Blade gets the advantage and his punches begin to force Grunge back. Once grunge is against the ropes he dishes one more punch and then sends him to the opposite ropes and as he returns he levels him with a clothesline, Anthony returns to his feet immediately and is greeted with a snap suplex from John and then he continues his assaults with an elbow drop landing right on the chest of Anthony Grunge.

Aiello: Quick start from John

Bennett: Victor Price will be watching closely, I can almost hear him saying ‘there might be hope for this kid just yet’

Aiello: That’s what I feel whenever you make some sense Steve

Carter: I got some water for that burn Steve

John is not done with his assault, he picks Grunge up and sends him to the closest turnbuckle, once he is there, he runs at him and plasters him there with a clothesline, Grunge staggers off it barely on his feet and John grabs him and places him on his shoulder, in that moment, Grunge drops off his shoulder and delivers a brainbuster to John Blade, a move that definitely bounced Blades brain around his head a couple times.

Anthony takes a moment to catch his breath with John down but John doesn’t give him enough time as he begins to get to his feet soon after he was floored. John is quicker to his feet and Grunge barely on his as he searches for balance using the top rope, but the moment John dared to even approach him he caught him square on the chin with a superkick that sent him falling inbetween the top rope and second ropes. The crowd see the man’s position and know what is coming, Grunge bounces off the ropes opposite that with his opposition and then returns and lands a 619 to his face effectively. John crashes to the mat behind but soon wobbles to his feet, Grunge wasn’t done. Anthony jump off the tope rope and catches John across the neck and plants his head on the mat with a hurricarana. Grunge immediately goes for the pin.

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Kick Out!

Aiello: The momentum in this fight switched quickly

Bennett: That just goes to show how much both men really want it

Carter: I must say, it really does.

The impressive kick out from John Blade seems to be unexpected by Grunge who sits next to John wondering how on earth he was able to kick out of that, he picks John up but is immediately greeted with a kick to the midsection and then a hammer of an elbow to the back of the head which drops him. John follows him down and locks him in a crossface which puts the man in agonizing pain.

Anthony looks for a way out of his misery but the ropes seem to far to aid in his plight, he reaches but to no avail, he seems to be fading with his outstretched arm beginning to fall to the ground, the referee checks him out and it seems he may have lost consciousness here. The referee in order to make sure there is still somebody home, he picks Grunge’s hand and it falls to the mat the first time.

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Aiello: It looks here like it is over for Grunge, he seems to have passed out.

Bennett: I must agree with you there, Joe.

The referee once more picks the lifeless outstretched arm and lets it drop, once again it lands on the mat and the referee calls the second count, one more and it’s over.

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Aiello: One more and it’s goodnight.

Bennett: John has been immense tonight.

The referee picks up his arm for the third time and like before it drops

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Aiello: Someone’s home!

Before the hand touches the mat Grunge lifts it back up to prove he is still there and begins to drag John’s weight with him to the closest ropes he can get to. Blade tries his best to resist Anthony but there is no stopping the man till he grabs the ropes and John lets him go.

Aiello: That was an impressive show of strength from Grunge to actually pull all of John’s 251 pounds to the ropes.

Bennett: Grunge has taken a beaten though, it’s going to be hard to get back into this.

Grunge takes a moment to catch his breath and John gave him that time for the sake of gaining some more energy himself. John eventually gets to his feet and then picks Anthony Grunge who shoves his hands off him and pokes him in the eye. Blinded, John throws punches in the air with no awareness of where his opponent is, this continues for a while as Anthony buys his moment and grabs John from behind and hits him with a German Suplex.

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He isn’t quite done, he holds on to his opponent and brings him back up to his feet and once again plants his head into the mat

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John looks disoriented as Anthony returns him to his feet one more time and then back to the mat with a thud.

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Aiello: My neck hurts just from watching that!

Bennett: Ouch!

Anthony Grunge staggers weakened and then pulls John to his feet once more but John reacts quick and throws a punch which Anthony ducks under and then hits him with a kick to the midsection and plants his head between his legs… a piledriver! The Grunge PLUNGE CONNECTS! Grunge goes for the pin.

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DING DING DING!!!

Jessica Stroup: Here’s your winner, Anthony Grunge!

Aiello: Impressive win, he managed to win it after taking an absolute beating at times in the fight

John Blade collects himself, standing to his feet to iron the wrinkles in his shorts with his palms, preparing to make his exit from the ring when “Chasing After” by Tantric reduces his steps to a halt.

Emerging on-stage, with a microphone in hand, is the last man he’d ever expected to see. Shark-like eyes, a crooked grin curving the shabby goatee that surrounded it; the collar on his dark chocolate leather jacket dialed up, just past his earlobes. Making his way to the ring with a mic in hand at a gradual pace. He slithers into the ring, gathering towards its center where he rises to his feet, taking his time to place the microphone to his lips as his theme fades out.

Corwin Blade: What? No hug? No ‘hey, how ya been’? Anything? Granted, we’ve been estranged for over a decade without a single phone call, email, or text exchange, but surely I thought you’d have something to say once you saw me again. I am your brother, after all.

The commentators shout in unison.

Aiello: BROTHER?!?

Bennett: BROTHER?!?

Carter: BROTHER?!? I never knew John Blade had a brother, where has he been all this time?

John Blade: What are you doing here?

Corwin Blade: Oh, there you are Johnny, for a second I thought I was talking to myself. But fine, if that’s the way you want it we’ll cut the chit-chat and get right down to the nitty-gritty. I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been losing an awful lot lately; to the point it’s become a show regular. Despite the fact that the family name remains the most identified name in sports entertainment today, it doesn’t excuse how you’ve been making a mockery of it since the day you laced your ... sneakers; and tonight apparently was no exception.

Corwin paces about the ring, continuing after a brief pause in dialogue.

Corwin Blade: I know you may think that you don’t need my help. I mean why would you? You always were the independent little bastard when we were kids. I remember how overprotective Mom and Dad were of you..so keen on keeping you away from sharp objects to avoid any possible mishaps; and usually that weight would fall on my shoulders, but you didn’t seem to bat an eyelash. Your pride -- your fight for independence compelled you to do things they’d never approve of no matter how simple they were. Making yourself a sandwich or pouring yourself a glass of milk was forbidden in that shithole because they were two control freaks desperate to avoid any luring catastrophe -- I know now they’re turning over in their graves with you being in the EWC and all; but I digress. Just like the fond days of our childhood, when you’d attempt to do something for yourself and ultimately make a mess of things, it’s up to me to intervene on your behalf to rectify a few wrongs...tidy the mess you’ve made...clean up your spilled milk.

Corwin ceases his pacing and places his hand on the shoulder of his younger brother.

Corwin Blade: I may not have always been there for you; I’ve lied, cheated, and broken a multiple promises. But one I could never bring myself to breaking is the one I made to Mom. I told her that I would always look out for you long after she and Pop had left this world; and I won’t break it. Give me a chance to prove myself, to show you that I am my brother’s keeper. You don’t have to give me your answer now, take some time to think it over. I’ll see you again next week.

His theme blares once more as he takes his leave from the ring. Leaving everyone baffled as to what John's response will be next week.

Carter: Wow .. well that was surprising .. folks .. we will be back with more BRAWL right after these messages .. 

The scene opens up inside Victor's office

Victor: What in the hell are you doing here?

Amis: Look man, I'm just checking in .. and seeing if you have an update for me on this fucking plan for tonight

Victor: Unless I call you .. I have no need for you

Amis: What the fuck is your deal man .. all I have done is ..

Victor: Is fuck things up. What's one plus one Amis? 

Amis: What? 

Victor: What's one plus one? 

Amis: Why the fuck are you .. 

Victor: I just want to know if you have a learning disability or not .. why the hell are you still here? Get the fuck out of my office and get your head in the game. Focus on winning that tag team match tonight. Nothing more .. nothing less

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CHASE REX
VS PETER DRAGON

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Aiello: Looks like Victor is taking out his frustrations on the International Champion .. Well our next match could be called a remix from last Monday Night Brawl. Once again Chase Rex will step into the ring against Peter Dragon.

Bennett: One dragon that is. More like a lizard. The idiot got creamed already last week so why this rematch?

Carter: You know full well that Valerie did something to make Rex win.

Bennett: You have no proof of that boy.

Carter: Are you blind or something?

Aiello: Whatever .. the reason for this rematch Peter Dragon made it very clear that he is tired of losing and that he is using Memorial Day as an inspiration for his match. We will see how he fairs in a few minutes.

DEAD!

The single lyric in the song works almost like a jump-scare over the PA, the lights cutting out in that same moment. A piano is the next thing that's heard and just as the song picks up and the drums come in, a sole spotlight hits the stage and highlights Chase Rex, who has Valerie Lennox at his side.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first from Manhattan´s Upper Eastside, weighting in at 210 pounds, the sophisticated Madman …. CHASE REX!!!

He pauses for a moment, peering out at the crowd before heading down the ramp with Valerie in tow. Without any hesitation, he works his way to and up the steps, then slides his body between the ropes after wiping his boots on the apron. Once in the ring, Chase holds the top and middle rope open as Valerie climbs the steps after him and makes her entrance into the ring as well. He takes to the center of it with arms extended and head tilted back. The lights come back on, and Chase takes to a corner while Valerie crouches between the middle and bottom ropes and drops to ringside.

Jessica Stroup: And now his opponent… from the Country music capital of the world Nashville, Tennessee, weighting in at 235 lbs … the Memorial Day Dragon … PETER DRAGON!!!

A Loud Dragon's Roar is heard on the PA as Never Again by Nickelback plays on the PA System as red, gold, and white lights flash. Right by Dragon's side is his wife, manager, and valet, Misty. Walking down the ramp, flames shoot out with each step taken.

Inside the ring, Dragon will bow to the fans as a sign of respect. Then flames shoot out of all four corners of the ring posts as he waves his fists in the air and yells.

Aiello: It surely will take Peter Dragon more than a yell or patriotism to get his arm raised after the match.

Bennett: Raised for the first time ever you mean.

Carter: Peter has a long record of wins just not here in the EWC.

Bennett: That´s all that counts for me.

DING! DING! DING!

The sound of the opening bell still hangs in the air when Peter Dragon is over the top rope and out of the ring laying a flying knee on Valerie Lennox.

Ref Daniels shouts at him. Chase Rex darts forward like he has been shot from a catapult going for Peter Dragon with a Suicide Dive only to find him gone. Dragon rolls back into the ring while Rex can barely avoid to crash down on his manager with his full weight.

The Madman eats the belly splash on the hard unforgiving floor with gritted teeth and a grunt.

Even as Daniel starts to count him out he checks on Valerie Lennox first, finds her out cold but apparently otherwise unharmed and slides into the ring again.

Aiello: Something nobody would have expected from the fair player Dragon.

Bennett: This dude is either insane or desperate.

Carter: Or maybe he knows my conspiracy theory is right and took out the informal second opponent first.

Aiello: Whatever it was he really made Rex mad.

Chase Rex is indeed all over Peter Dragon unloading elbow smashes and Uppercuts into him before throwing Dragon into a turnbuckle with a violent German Suplex. Rex immediately follows his target and rushes in with a Spear

WHAM!

The whole ring seems to shake when Rex slams into the turnbuckle chest and shoulder first. Peter Dragon escaped with a last split-second jump onto the ropes and comes down with a Frog Splash.

Sitting squarely on Rex´s back Dragon rains down Karate chops on him, hitting shoulder blades, neck, throat or face with equal zest. It is not pretty or artful but it surely hurts like hell.

He peels Rex off the canvas and hits him with a German Suplex of his own. Now that the Madman is away from the ropes Dragon goes for a Dragon Crossface but cannot make the lock. Before the hold is complete Chase Rex is back into action with a surprisingly nimble move, a kick from the ground right into the side of Dragon´s head like a ground-based Enzuigiri.

Aiello: Dragon knocked aside and definitely groggy.

Bennett: Just what he deserved.

Carter: He took Valerie out in self-defense.

By now Valerie Lennox is back on her feet again. She runs along the ringside yelling instructions at Chase Rex who jumped with both fet onto Dragon´s lower back and now mercilessly kicks Dragon in the ribs and in the groin.
Listening to Valerie for a moment Chase picks Dragon up, throws him into the ropes and ties arms up with the op and middle rope. Dragon is trapped for now, his head and shoulders dangling over the apron with the rest of his body inside the ring where Rex fires more elbow into his back and rib cage.

Valerie Lennox spits Dragon right in the face as she clims the apron. Daniels tells her off in no uncertain terms and Lennox jumps off the apron again but not before Booting Peter Dragon in the jaw with all her might.

From the other side Rex nails his Rope-hung backstabber on Dragon and tears him out of the ropes again into a Fireman´s Carry.

Miraculously is not only still conscious after all these brutal assaults but able to fight back. It almost looks like footage from their last match when Dragon slips out of Rex´s hold only this time he not only escapes the Detonation kick but manages to take Chase with him in a Dragon Sleeper. Dragon spins Rex around, making sure his opponent is between him and Valerie Lennox and that he always has an eye on Rex´s valet while cranking down on Chase with the sleeper hold.

Aiello: Dragon may not be a freight train like Rex but he too can take a punishment.

Carter: You don´t practice martial arts for a lifetime if you are made of glass.

Bennett: No he´s made of the stuff that hits innocent women.

Carter: Innocent isn´t really the thing that comes to my mind when I hear the name Valerie Lennox.

Chase Rex lets out in inhuman roar as he snaps his upper body forward both escaping the sleeper hold and shooting Peter Dragon away.

The Madman Scoop slams Dragon and then loads him squarely onto his shoulders again.

Dragon struggles but he has taken too much punishment too quickly. Rex drops him into an overhead kick thus completing the Memory Lapse.

From the sidelines Valerie yells to MAKE HIM CRY and Chase is happy to oblige.

He wraps up Dragon´s arms into a Chickenwing hold and then flips over into a bridging position tearing on Dragon´s joints and ligaments with obvious joy.

Dragon flaps his arms in the grotesque parody of a bird. Rex pushes himself up into a higher bridge, doing his best to keep him from reaching the canvas with his hands.

Seeing that he is unable to tap Daniels calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match by referee decision is… REX CHASE!!!

It takes several commands from Daniels until Chase finally releases Dragon, leaving him face down on the mat. Rex pumps both fists into the air. Valerie Lennox saunters into the ring and wraps her arms around Chase´s neck, openly admiring her client while driving her boot into Dragon´s ribs.

Aiello: So again Peter Dragon got the short end of the stick in the form of another painful punishment at the hands of Chase Rex.

Bennett: Well Rex is clearly the better man. If Dragon has any smarts left after that bump to the head he´ll steer clear of further match against the Sophisticated Man.

Carter: Contract clauses aside I have a feeling that is exactly what he is not going to do.

Aiello: Peter Dragon is caught between a rock and hard place now more than ever. He needs success to make a living here but the abuse he has taken in his last two matches is not really helping things. And we are back for more after the break.

The scene opens up with Victor Price working out in the onsite gym at the arena.

Valora Thomas enters the room

Valora: Hey Vic, you wanted to see me?

Victor smiles 

Victor: How are you feeling? You ready for tonight? 

Valora: I'm good .. yeah I think so. I'm good to go

Victor: Good .. I want you to do me a favor .. 

Valora: Sure .. what's up?

Victor: Hang on ..

Victor steps away from the machines and walks towards the camera man

Victor: It's time for you guys to leave ..

Victor pushes the camera crew out of the room and locks the gym door 

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ANDREW JACKSON
VS CATHARSIS

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Aiello: Well .. one can only wonder what Victor wants Valora to do .. in any case .. the last match before our Main Event will see the return of Anthony Jackson squaring off against our now dethroned former International Champion Catharsis. During the last week we have seen a very aggressive Jackson and a Catharsis who has to make up for the loss of his title. We will see if this is a ball-and-chain for Catharsis or rather a motivator to bring out his best.

Bennett: It surely wasn´t motivation enough to keep the belt, huh?

Carter: And there I was thinking you lost matches too in your day.

Bennett: Never the important ones buddy.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen our next contest is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first and weighting in at 190 lbs …from North Carolina… the wrestler with the library card …ANDREW JACKSON!!!

Take No Prisoners by Megadeth blasts through the PA system and it is soon followed by a series of fireworks blasting across the stage from left to right and back to the start point like a rogue Draco.

Once the fireworks seize Andrew Jackson arrives from behind the curtains looking expansively into the thousands in the audience. The cheers flood the stage as he gets himself settled at the center of it.

Jackson throws salutes to his audience and begins to make his way down the ramp. He doesn’t flash a single smile but even with his strict demeanor he dishes out high-fives and handshakes whilst he makes his way down.

Once he gets to the ring area he uses the steps to get into the ring but before going through the ropes he points to the cheap seats above and throws a salute their way. Once in the ring he finds his corner and throws a few warm up punches to get into the swing of things as he waits for the match to begin.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent .. from Tokyo, Japan but now residing in Chicago, Illinois .. standing 6'3" .. and 210 LBS .. he was the former the EWC International Champion .. CATHARSIS

CA-THAR-SIS

CA-THAR-SIS

CA-THAR-SIS

CA-THAR-SIS

CA-THAR-SIS

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 for Jackson.

Aiello: It seems that despite his loss Catharsis is still a fan favorite

Bennett: Let´s see what good it does him.

Carter: If I didn´t know better I´d say you root for Jackson.

Bennett: I´m rooting for a good slugfest here.

DING! DING! DING!

Catharsis gives a salute to Jackson turning it into Jumping Elbow Smash to the ex-soldier´ s face. He moves behind the staggered Jackson and hits him with a backstabber that he turns into a Texas Cloverleaf…

… or so it seems until Jackson flips around, gets one leg out of the hold and shoves Catharsis into the ropes with a kick into the small of his back.

The former International Champion bounces back literally with his Kiss of the Dragon hitting Jackson just as he gets back up. Jackson is knocked away but rolls with the punch, getting out of Catharsis´ range long enough to avoid a second Cloverleaf attempt and to regain his footing.

The main reason however that Jackson gets this chance is that Catharsis is already on the top rope leaping down to land a Diving Hurricanrana while his opponent still steadies himself. Jackson is flipped around and smashed into the canvas real hard.

Aiello: Catharsis on the roll, showing that he is still champion material.

Bennett: Looks like he doesn´t like being called inconsequential shit.

Carter: There is much more hanging on this match for Catharsis than for Jackson. Could be Jackson´s downfall.

Catharsis starts to taunt Jackson. He stands over him and slaps him behind the ears. Jackson shows no reaction.
With a smug grin on his face Catharsis hooks his leg for the cover.

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BAM!!!

The elbow comes literally out of nowhere slamming smack into Catharsis´ face. He is knocked aside blood pouring out of his nose while Jackson rolls around and wraps the formerly hooked leg around Catharsis’ throat to get him into a Straight arm bar.

Aiello: Jackson has been playing dead and Catharsis fell for it. Bad mistake.

Bennett: Didn´t think the soldier had that much brains.

Aiello: That´s the art of war. What surprises me much more is that he resorts to ground-based grappling.

Carter: Neither of the two is really a submissionist but that´s one move they teach in military commando training as well if I´m not mistaken.

It seems though as if Jackson has overestimated his grappling game. Catharsis manages to wiggle out of the Jackson´s leg trap and pulls his arm free. Both Jackson and Catharsis take a break to get back into the vertical back to where they are best.

Catharsis spits blood onto the mat before he shoots forward, slams into Jackson like he is going for a Spear but then slips behind his opponent to nail a Cradle Suplex Driver on Jackson.

Once again in charge Catharsis stuffs Jackson´s head between his thighs and lifts him up by the waist as a set-up for his Judgment Day finisher.

That is when Jackson pulls his legs out from under him. Both wrestlers crash down but Jackson comes out on top of his opponent and starts to fire backhand fists into Catharsis´ face.

Aiello: That is bad news for Catharsis’s already damaged nose.

Bennett: If Jackson keeps that up Catharsis is going to need more face lifts than whole Kardashian family.

Carter: Well he earned the chance. Very creative move to make a finisher bomb.

The match turns into something of a bar room brawl as both men roll around the mat smashing their fists into each other’s faces. Jackson is bleeding now as well from a cut above the left eye and the blood starts to affect his vision while a lot of red liquid gushes out of Catharsis nose as well.

They are still punching each other as they struggle back to their feet when suddenly Jackson changes the rules of the game and unloads a Roundhouse kick into the side of Catharsis´ head. The ex-champ staggers into the ropes with Jackson right behind him.

Just as Catharsis tries to ascend the ropes for an aerial move Jackson grabs him around the waist, spins him around and slams him into the mat with a thunderous Spinebuster. Half blinded by the blood running down his face Jackson picks up his opponent again and heaves him upside-down into the air.

Giving a crisp military salute to the fans Jackson completes the Vertical Suplex known as The Patriot and goes for the cover

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DING! DING! DING!

A dizzy Catharsis twitches around on the mat slowly regaining his senses while ref Daniel steps in to raise Andrew Jackson´s arm.

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match by pinfall is … ANDREW JACKSON!!!

Aiello: So the ex-soldier wins the Memorial Day after a hard-fought battle. Quite an accomplishment for Jackson to defeat a former champion.

Carter: I would not be surprised if he dedicates this win to the veterans.

Bennett: This guy getting more and more aggressive. Maybe he has a future in EWC after all. And Catharsis has some rethinking to do.

Aiello: Catharsis is still on top of his game. The match could have gone either way until the last ten seconds. Our seconds are ticking away. Here´s one more break before we come to the main event.

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TAG TEAM MATCH FROM HELL

AMIS SHELTON & VALORA THOMAS
VS EDDIE CRANK & DRAKE

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Aiello: Our Main Event tonight is something special even by the standards of EWC that creates specials on the assembly line. Putting together impromptu tag teams and have four wrestlers slug it out in the ring is one thing. Putting together impromptu tag teams and have four wrestlers slug it out in the ring when each one has what can be very lamely described as personal issues with a member of the other team is an entirely different thing. It´s a recipe for havoc.

Bennett: Personal issues? That´s really politically correct way to put it. My man Eddie Crank wants to rip out the heart of Valora Thomas for clocking him with a chair until he bled. And as far as Amis Shelton and Drake go there is nothing but pure unfettered hatred between them.

Carter: It´s safe to assume that the participants of this match bring a busload of bad blood to the ring. I have to say however, your man Eddie as you call him had a chance to reconcile with Valora Thomas. She surely opened the door.

Bennett: You mean that god-awful song-and-dance routine? That was no apology, more like an insult from Amercia´s Got Talent.

Aiello: Now we know what the Predator is watching aside from wrestling. But yes, that attempt was well-meant at best. I have a feeling that even if it was meant sincere it did Thomas no good at all. And now here comes the first combatant.

Bennett: Well yeah, I kinda like Heid Klum´s ears...

Jessica Stroup: This is our Main Event and the first beast to enter the ring, weighting in at 200 pounds from Springfield, Illinois … the reigning EWC International Champion whether you like it or not … AMIS FN SHELTON!!!!

The lights in the arena dim, causing the fans in the arena to murmur amongst themselves.. The murmurs cease when the beginning of Killswitch Engage's End of Heartache hits the speakers.


Seek me, call me.
I´ll be waiting…


As the scream kicks in, Amis Shelton emerges from behind the curtain to a chorus of boos from the capacity crowd! The boos are met with a look of disdain from Amis as he nonchalantly strolls down the ramp towards the ring.

Amis climbs onto the apron and hops over the top rope and climbs a turnbuckle, aggressively outstretching his arms which generates more boos from the fans. Amis throws out insults to the crowd members before climbing off the turnbuckle and warming up on the spot.

SHELTON
SUCKS
SHELTON
SUCKS
SHELTON
SUCKS

Aiello: Shelton going a long way again to make himself the most hated man in and outside of a cage.

Bennett: How goes the saying? Envy is something you have to earn. Only pity is for free. As Jessie said whether you like it or not he´s the International Champion and here in EWC you don´t get handed a belt because of your ol´ blue eyes.

Carter: I agree more with Drake´s assessment of the man. Victor Price has started to take a dimmer view of him too or this would be no tag team match to begin with

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, our second fighter is ready! Coming to the ring next, weighting in at 145 lbs from Phoenix Arizona … VALORA THOMAS!!!

Kick In The Teeth by Papa Roach plays and Valora comes out with her manager, Mick, behind her. As she heads down the aisle toward the ring, Mick remains behind her, giving her last minute instructions and motivational utterings. She tags hands here and there before running up the steps and entering into the ring, where she goes about doing some boxing and kicks that ooooh and awe the fans. As her music dies, she goes to her corner and engages in some more warm up exercises.

Aiello: And here comes Shelton´s strange bedfellow for tonight. One can only wonder how two different personalities like Thomas and Shelton will work together.

Bennett: Bedfellow, huh? You´ll be breaking Max´s heart here. I´m sure he´d love to get a sympathy card from Valora.

Carter: Hey Predator, why don´t you go back to the gutter where your mind dwells? I admire Valora Thomas for her fighting skills.

Bennett: Sure you didn’t even notice her looks ever…

Aiello: Thomas is surely all fired up for this match. Not only because of Eddie Crank. It´s a poorly kept secret that Thomas is very close to her trainer and wants to win the EWC World Championship for him before … old age gets the better of Mick.

The EWC cameras take us backstage where Eddie Crank, followed by his coach and the rest of his team, is marching towards the entrance as ‘Foggy Dew’ echoes in the arena.

Eddie is prancing around, practicing his footwork as he goes, throwing air punches and having a good time. The Irish in the audience are having an even bigger blast than Eddie is, donning Irish colors and painting the entire arena green, orange and white.

Eddie’s theme switches from ‘Foggy Dew’ to ‘Unchained’ and the crowd goes wilder and wilder by the second while Eddie makes his way to the ring, barely having any space around him thanks to his crew and the Irish fans trying to touch and high five him.

Crank starts circling the ring and talking trash, warming up for the fight with a smile on his face.

Eddie starts shadow boxing and kicking, practicing over his movements and getting nice and limber for the fight.

Jessica Stroup: And our next fighter from Dublin Ireland, weighting in at 165 pounds, the man who is so hard he breaks chairs with his head, the EWC X-Division Champion …. EDDIE – THE WHIZZER - CRANK!!!

Aiello: Now that chair comment is likely to rub salt in old wounds – literally.

Bennett: No salt needed. Eddie came here not to win a fight but to kill his target and have fun doing it.

Carter: If I´m not mistaken that was his plan in the last match versus Valora too and it badly backfired.


Aiello: Let´s not discount the partner Eddie Crank has for this match now. That man is nothing if not an equalizer – if he cares to be.

Jessica Stroup: And the fourth gladiator for tonight’s main battle… from Brooklyn New York, weighting in at 210 pounds and back in action, we give you your Undisputed EWC World Champion, … DRAKE!!!

The crowd answers with a deafening pop.

The lights fade to a dark grey, and the arena becomes silent instantly. The video screen above the entrance flickers to life, showing an image of a hooded man, his eyes ready for battle. The fans erupt into frenzy as the man removes the hood, revealing his face.

Explosions rocket from the stage, catching the fans off guard as "The Sounds of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play! Stepping into view, Drake runs to the end of the stage and crouches, looking out into the sea of fans. There is a sarcastic smile on his face, as he shakes his head, overwhelmed by the fans around him!

Nodding his head, Drake hops up to his feet and cranks his arm. He then heads down the rampway and runs towards the ring as the fans cheer him on. His dark pupils stare at the ring as the arena explodes around him. Arriving at ringside, Drake hops up to the ring apron and remains in place.. looking out at the fans around him. He then walks along the outside of the ring and ascends the turnbuckle, looking out at the fans as they offer their support! Drake slowly unbuckles his championship and raises it above his head for all to see!

Nodding his head once again, Drake enters the ring and slowly struts around, his arms held out as he soaks up the fans' responses. His theme song slowly fades out as Drake ascends a turnbuckle, finding a seat on the top pad. The fans continue to cheer as the theme song comes to an end.

Now both teams stare at each other from their respective corners. Everyone is focused on one´s personal nemesis across the ring and the tension between the ropes becomes so thick you wonder how ref Daniels can walk around without making swimming motions.

Normally Daniels just lets the opening bell ring. This time however, he calls all for wrestler to the middle of the ring. Standing sandwiched between both parties as he explains the rules to them very clearly.

Bennett: Looks like Daniels has a bit of a wet back here.

Aiello: More likely experience tells him he needs to assert control of this match from second one.

Bennett: Good luck for him if he gets in the way of Eddie.

Carter: Remember this is not a NO DQ match. So Eddie better be careful. Like everyone else for that matter.

DRAKE

DRAKE

DRAKE

DRAKE

Aiello: The fans are certainly ready for this one

DING! DING! DING!

For a few seconds everyone seems frozen in place until Amis Shelton quickly exits the ring which causes Drake to withdraw as well. That leaves Valora Thomas and Eddie Crank as the two legal (wo)men while Shelton and Drake glare at each other from opposite corners.

Eddie rushes in with a flurry of low kicks and high punches aimed at Valora´s knees and head respectively.

Unwilling to meet Eddie´s fury head on Thomas jumps onto the top rope in her corner. For a moment it looks like she is going to tag in Shelton but then Thomas comes down on Crank with a Missile Dropkick.

Crank dives to the side and Thomas has to roll with the impact of her bombed move but Crank´s momentum is stopped for now as well. Too experienced to pay much attention to Shelton who flips him off from the sideline Crank resumes his attack, going for a soccer kick to Valora´s head while she is still prone.

The kick attempt becomes a vertical jump in the air to avoid an incoming baseball slide but this time Crank does not get away unscathed. Thomas grabs one of his legs as she passes underneath him and comes out of the baseball slide with Crank´s left leg trapped in a Grapevined Ankle Lock.

Drake shouts encouragement and reaches into the ring as far as he can but Crank is not close enough to make the tag – or inclined to do it to begin with. The Whizzer wants to pull himself out of his predicament by his own hair.

He twists as far as the hold allows him to do and mule kicks Thomas in the pelvis, slipping his trapped foot out of the ankle old while she has to digest the attack.

Crank rolls away from Thomas towards his corner. Now that he has freed himself he makes the tag with Drake.

Aiello: Smart move from Crank although it likely hurt his pride. His fighting style in particular requires two good hands and feet.

Bennett: His going to shove that foot down Thomas´ throat later.

In the ring Drake dives over the top rope and hits Thomas with a Backhand Fist while he´s still airborne. Thomas can jerk back a head the very last moment to avoid some of the full force of the blow but she crashes down hard on her back with Drake on top of her attempting the cover.

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KICK OUT!

Thomas not only gets her shoulder up. She fish hooks Drake´s nostrils with her right taking the Vengeful One by surprise long enough to escape his pin. She backflips away from Drake and tags in Amis Shelton.

Carter: Valora seems to think it´s Amis´ time now to go to work.

Aiello: Can´t blame her for that.

Shelton actually seems hesitant for a moment to join the action before he comes down from the top rope with a Flying Spear. Shelton and Drake literally collide in midair as Drake jumps up from the mat trying to hit his Maximum Overdrive.

This time Shelton comes out on top of the collision performing an Single Underhook DDT on Drake before hitting him with a Bridging Arm Triangle Choke.

But Drake got one of his hands between Shelton´s forearms just in time and can break the hold before it is fully applied.

Both men are on their knees now, locked up in a elbow and collar hold, each one fighting for the more advantageous position. Drake gets the upper hand first as he scoots around his opponent and gets Shelton into a Sleeperhold.

Shelton falls to the side apparently groggy but only to drive his elbow with his full body weight behind it into a sensitive spot between Drakes shin and calf. The jolt of intense pain that he causes is enough for Shelton to break free of the choke hold.

Aiello: Say what you want about Shelton´s character but he is regarded as one of the best submissionists around for a reason. He surely knows how to get out of holds.

Bennett: What´s wrong with his character anyway?

Shelton and Drake are locked up once more in a elbow and collar but Drake quickly transitions it into a Neckbreaker and goes for the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Back in the vertical Amis Shelton nails a Superkick on the Vengeful One and immediately tries to cover himself.

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KICKOUT! on the part of Drake who wastes no time to drill his Brain Freeze Superkick / Spinning Clothesline combo into Shelton.

Cover again!

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And yet another kickout.

Drake pulls Shelton to his feet to eat an Uppercut. Shelton turns on his heels and…

… hurries back into his corner to tag in Valora Thomas.

SHELTON
SUCKS
SHELTON
SUCKS
SHELTON
SUCKS

The chorus of fans drowns Eddie Crank´s voice who yells at Drake to tag him in as well. Drake turns around to his partner but the quick back and forth of punishing moves and attempted pins has left even him slightly dizzy.

He takes the full impact of Thomas´ Flying Corkscrew Crossbody and goes down

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Drake throws Thomas off of his back but she starts hammering him with heel kicks into his midsection.

From the apron Eddie Crank takes matters into his own hands. He enters the ring, grabs one of Drake´s hands and drags him through the ropes, dumping the World Champion unceremoniously onto the floor outside the ring. Now Eddie is the new legal man – pretty much against the will of his partner – and slams into Valora fists and feet flying.

Aiello: Now that tag won´t make Drake too happy.

Bennett: He got his chance to shine and bombed. Eddie is here for blood and not or niceties and he´s losing patience.

Crank and Thomas trade kicks and punches in the middle of the ring with The Whizzer having more raw striking power but his opponent being faster to dodge and evade. Crank seems unstoppable in his straightforward forceful assault until Thomas does a backflip again and digs her boots deep into Crank´s jaw.

Ninja Kick … immediately followed by another kick combo that hits Crank at the knee, the thigh, waist, rib cage and side of his neck. She chops Crank´s neck with the edge of her hand too but before Thomas can follow through with the other two steps of death a hard left in the jaw from Eddie Crank drives her back

The Whizzer grimaces as he rolls his shoulders and stomps his leg to shake off the numbness Thomas´s attacks left in his limbs.

Thomas shakes her head, blood trickling from her nose. Ref Daniels interrupts and checks on her but Valora shakes her head and the fight resumes.

Thomas ducks another punch and drives an Uppercut home only to take a knee to her midsections and to retaliate with a Bell Clap first and double karate chop to both sides of Crank´s neck second before she gets hit by a knee into the sternum.

Aiello: To quote the Predator this is nothing but unfettered hatred at work ladies and gentlemen.

Bennett: No son o´bitch sympathy card tonight huh? Wait a sec. You quote me?

Carter: They are both fighters to the very core.

Pandemonium breaks out when Drake re-enters the ring to toss Crank out through the middle rope. From the other corner Shelton does the same with the shaken and stirred Valora Thomas. Now it´s Shelton vs. Drake again.

Drake comes in with a wild Roundhouse kick but Shelton is already out of the way, spinning around as well to nail his own kick on Drake. This time FN´s boot is the one to connect with his opponents head and Shelton spins around once more, completing his Dream Eater finisher with a Discus Elbow right into Drake´s jaw.

The Undisputed Champion falls and lies still.

With a loud triumphant roar Shelton makes the cover.

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KICKOUT …

Shelton roars again this time in pure rage and right into the face of ref Daniels. He seems ready to strangle the referee when Drake comes at him from behind and locks in The Machine.

The noises coming out of Shelton´s mouth turn into screams of pain. As much as he hates his rival and as much as he wants to win at all costs, there is no escape from this hold and Shelton knows that.

FN Shelton taps out.

DING! DING! DING!

Jessica Stroup: And our winner by submission… the still Undisputed World Champion… DRAKE … and his partner … the X-Division Champion .. EDDIE THE WHIZZER CRANK!!!

Aiello: Now here we have the second defeat of FN Shelton at the hands of Drake.

Bennett: One FN streak of luck.

Carter: Or a nice way to say I'm back boys and I don't give an FN about Shelton.

Aiello: Drake and Crank proved to be the better and stronger team here tonight .. 

The lights flicker and then go out for a moment

Carter: Wait .. what's going on

The lights come back on .. only to find Crank and Drake handcuffed to the ropes .. both men struggle to try and get loose when down to the ring comes Victor Price

Aiello: Oh no .. whats going on here

Valora and Shelton are both standing in the middle of the ring .. both clearly upset

Victor enters the ring and immediately comes face to face with Drake

Victor smiles at Drake and walks over to the opposite corner .. where two chairs are handed to him by some ringside help

Victor hands one chair each to Valora and Amis

Victor: You know what needs to be done .. (looking over at Drake and Crank) .. You two brought this upon yourselves

Valora walks over towards Eddie crank, winds up and slams the chair hard on his face busting Crank wide open

Amis then takes his chair and with a baseball bat motion, swings it across Drakes face



Aiello: Oh my goodness .. both the X-Division and EWC Undisputed Champions are busted open here tonight .. and nothing can be done because our own GM has commissioned it

As Amis turns around he is met with a chair to the face by Valora which sends Amis flying into the ropes

Amis turns to face Valora and Victor

Victor: Time and time again you have let me down Amis .. when are you going to learn? What will it take to make you wake the fuck up and realize the glorious opportunity I have given you? When will you be a man and do what needs to be done? When?

Amis stumbles to his feet

Victor: Now come on over here .. shake my hand .. and lets move past this

Amis struggles to stay standing .. makes his way to Victor who has extended his hand towards him

Victor: That's my boy .. 

Amis shakes Victors hand, but then quickly picks up one of the chairs and slams it hard into Valoras midsection, and then slams it down on her head causing Valora to drop down to the mat unconscious 

Aiello: What the hell is going on?

Carter: Victor is trying to prove a point here tonight .. that he is both in complete control and Amis is his right hand man

Victor: (smiling) ... now THAT right there is how you take back control of the situation

Victor puts his arm around Amis

Victor: (looking at Drake and Crank) This right here .. this guy .. this is the future of wrestling. Amis Shelton is our future Champion

Victor hands a chair back to Amis once again

Victor: Finish them off Amis .. show these sum bitches who the boss is

Amis gladly takes hold of the chair and slams it onto Drakes knee .. then again he slams it onto Cranks head .. he then moves over to Valora who is still down on the ground

Aiello: Come on Amis .. not even you would .. 

CRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCCK

Aiello: OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!

Carter: AMIS JUST TOOK OUT VICTOR

Bennett: Holy Shit!

Aiello: I can't belive it

Amis drops the chair .. 

Amis: Plan B mother fucker .. 

Amis rolls out of the ring, grabs his Championship belt and backs up the ramp .. Crank and Drake laugh at Victor as he struggles to get to his knees .. the show fades to black

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MATCH WRITERS
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ANTHONY GRUNGE VS JOHN BLADE
Andrew Jackson

CHASE REX
VS PETER DRAGON
Hope Diamond

ANDREW JACKSON VS CATHARSIS
Hope Diamond

AMIS SHELTON & VALORA THOMAS
VS EDDIE CRANK & DRAKE
Hope Diamond


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RECAP OF WINNERS
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ANTHONY GRUNGE *
VS JOHN BLADE *
WINNER: Anthony Grunge


CHASE REX *
VS PETER DRAGON *
WINNER: Chase Rex


ANDREW JACKSON *
VS CATHARSIS *
WINNER: Andrew Jackson


TAG TEAM MATCH FROM HELL
AMIS SHELTON * & VALORA THOMAS *
VS EDDIE CRANK * & DRAKE *
WINNERS: Eddie Crank and Drake


BRAWL #482 MVP: Drake

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