Post by President Mac on Jul 10, 2017 22:02:22 GMT -6
WARNING:
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #485 | JULY 10TH 2017LIVE! from Rogers Place in Edmonton, Alberta
EWC BRAWL
JULY 10TH 2017
LIVE! from Rogers Place in Edmonton, Alberta
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 Germany
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, 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 Rogers Place 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
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
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.
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 Monday Night Brawl! We coming to you live from the sold out Rogers Place in Edmonton Alberta Canada
Bennett: I absolutely love Canadian Beer and Canadian Women
Carter: What a show Scars & Stripes was .. we .. wait a second .. what's going on here?
For a moment, there's only ambient sound, the crowd murmuring amongst themselves as they prepare for Brawl to continue. The arena comes to life as 'Fuck a Bitch' by Death Grips begins to play over the sound system. From behind the curtain emerges Toni Gunn, equipped with her Tag Team and United States titles. She walks down the ramp to her new oh-so-subtle theme song, the Brawl crowd giving her the exact 'welcome' she had expected.
Bennett: What the hell is she doing here? Can someone tell this crazy bitch that this is Monday Night Brawl, not Rampage!
Carter: I'm sure she knows where she is, Steve. Besides, it's not like Brawl doesn't have a few crazies…
Toni reaches the ring and steps between the ropes, looking around at the crowd for a moment as she does. Standing in the middle, she drops her Tag Team title on the canvas, gestures at the United States title, and then does a bit of mocking air guitar as the crowd boos.
Aiello: A blatant sign of disrespect to former champion Griffin Hawkins there. But I doubt that's all she's here to do.
Motioning for a microphone, Toni grabs both her titles and holds them over one shoulder, grinning as a 'Rampage sucks' chant spreads across the arena. As soon as she gets the mic, she knows exactly what to say.
Toni Gunn: I bet you lot would know a thing or two about 'sucking', right?
Heavy booing from the Brawl fans as Toni laughs.
Toni Gunn: Now, I wanna keep this short and sweet, because I don't wanna be here any longer than I have to be. There's two things I need to talk about: Brawl's own Drake, and the Television Championship. First of all, I'm here to tell you, Drake, that I'm not scared of you. I'm out here on your home turf to tell you that I don't give a damn about what title you wear around your waist, what the fans chant when you step into the ring, or what people say about you. The only thing I care about is if you bleed, because if you do, then you can be beaten. And Drake, I smell it in the water. As you swim from Brawl to Rampage, I can spot you from a mile away. If you think you're gonna walk out of Rampage as easily as I just walked into Brawl, then think again.
A pause as the crowd heckles, Toni waving them off.
Toni Gunn: Now to the second reason I'm here: the Television Championship. As you can see…
She looks to her left, then to her right.
Toni Gunn: Harvey isn't here, and he isn't on the card for Rampage. You see, Saint's given him a night off following the injustice that was his title loss at Scars and Stripes. It's more for the roster's protection than anyone else's, since he lost his belt without even getting pinned.
A 'where'd his belt go?' chant begins, much to Toni's visible annoyance.
Carter: Our fans mocking Harvey Yorke's Television title loss to Brawl's own Valora Thomas!
Bennett: This is why I love Brawl.
Toni pauses, a smile slowly forming across her face. She looks out at the crowd, eyes lighting up in anticipation.
Toni Gunn: Shut up, you [CENSORED BY NETWORK].
She laughs as the crowd jeer, their chanting ceasing immediately.
Toni Gunn: You wanna know where Harv's belt went? It went to a placeholder. And in due time, he's gonna get it back. He's gonna recover from a match he didn't even technically lose, and he will be your two-time TV Champion.
The boos from the Brawl fans are cut short by 'Kick in the Teeth' by Papa Roach, and the jeers turn to cheers as Valora Thomas makes her way to the ring, EWC Television Championship in one hand and the true X Division Championship in the other. Once inside the ring, she hands both belts off to Mick and procures a mic. Smiling, she steps right up to Toni, perfectly poised and confident.
Valora Thomas: I was sitting in the back going through my final match preparations for Amis Shelton when suddenly I caught the scent of rancid tuna coming from somewhere down the hall. And then whaddya know, I look on the monitor and you’re out here putting these great fans in the proverbial sleep hold. Guess I found the culprit, huh?
Toni tilts her head back with a loud laugh.
Toni Gunn: Oh that was rich, placeholder. Congrats! You just graduated to 6th grade with that little insult.
To Gunn’s surprise, Valora smiles proudly, seemingly unaffected by the U.S. Champ’s rebuttal.
Valora Thomas: Oh I’m just getting warmed up, pastry face.
She pauses and stares a hole right through Toni, which is returned.
Valora Thomas: Sucks doesn’t it? Knowing you’re in the ring with the one woman who was able to do what you couldn’t do. That just HAS to make you feel a little less of a woman.
Toni shrugs off the assertion.
Toni Gunn: Not at all, placeholder. I faced Harv one on one. I didn’t need someone else to soften him up for me. So look, small timer, I came to address much bigger fish. So if you’ll excuse me...
She dismisses Val with a hand gesture, but that won’t do. Valora gets right into her face, uncomfortably close, to the point she has to move the mic to the corner of her mouth.
Carter: Uh oh! It’s getting intense, this might come to blows.
Bennett: It’ll be sexy too! Come on ladies!
Valora: Drake isn’t here yet and I doubt he’d entertain the likes of you, seeing as he’s a bit big for his britches these days. But I’m here. I’m the TELEVISION champ and you are on Brawl’s TELEVISION program, so you deal with me. And while we’re at it, let’s cut the crap. We both know Harvey isn’t here because he’s humiliated and afraid. He doesn’t want anymore of us Brawl folks!
The Brawl fans’ cheers turn to boos as Harvey Yorke comes out of nowhere, jumping the barricade and charging into the ring with unmitigated fury. Valora barely has time to turn around before Harvey strikes with a devastating punch to the jaw, his brass knuckles sure to leave a mark. The clean shot takes Valora down, and as Harvey stomps and taunts away at the woman who took his Television Championship, Toni drops her mic and grabs Mick in a chokehold, laughing in his ear.
Aiello: This is disgraceful. These two have no business here on Brawl, and they especially don’t have any business treating the Television Champion and her manager this way.
We hear Toni call for Harvey’s attention. She pushes Mick to the floor and holds him down with a boot on his neck as she gestures for Harvey to hit the Gravedancer. Harvey kicks Valora to the outside as Toni taunts the trapped Mick, the Moors Murders looking maniacal as they stare down at him. Harvey gets a run-up, waiting by the ropes to strike.
Carter: Don’t tell me he’s gonna do it! Someone needs to stop this, they’re gonna kill him!
Just as Harvey is about to charge, the Brawl fans erupt, though not for this attempted murder. Andrew Jackson rushes to the ring, ready to take on both Toni and Harvey if need be. Though the Moors Murders slip out of the ring before he arrives, grabbing their titles and watching on from ringside. Jackson keeps them at bay, helping Valora back into the ring, and keeping his eyes on the team as they circle like sharks.
Carter: Thank God someone finally did something! Count on Andrew Jackson to be the hero.
Bennett: If only he got the chance to knock the teeth out of those Brits. Who the hell do they think they are?
Aiello: Well they arrived here tonight to make a statement, and I think Valora Thomas heard it loud and clear. But I doubt she’s going to take all this lying down.
The Moors Murders retreat up the ramp, making a few crude gestures and shouting expletives as Andrew and Valora look on from the ring.
Carter: Folks we will be back with our first match of the night .. right after these messages
For a moment, there's only ambient sound, the crowd murmuring amongst themselves as they prepare for Brawl to continue. The arena comes to life as 'Fuck a Bitch' by Death Grips begins to play over the sound system. From behind the curtain emerges Toni Gunn, equipped with her Tag Team and United States titles. She walks down the ramp to her new oh-so-subtle theme song, the Brawl crowd giving her the exact 'welcome' she had expected.
Bennett: What the hell is she doing here? Can someone tell this crazy bitch that this is Monday Night Brawl, not Rampage!
Carter: I'm sure she knows where she is, Steve. Besides, it's not like Brawl doesn't have a few crazies…
Toni reaches the ring and steps between the ropes, looking around at the crowd for a moment as she does. Standing in the middle, she drops her Tag Team title on the canvas, gestures at the United States title, and then does a bit of mocking air guitar as the crowd boos.
Aiello: A blatant sign of disrespect to former champion Griffin Hawkins there. But I doubt that's all she's here to do.
Motioning for a microphone, Toni grabs both her titles and holds them over one shoulder, grinning as a 'Rampage sucks' chant spreads across the arena. As soon as she gets the mic, she knows exactly what to say.
Toni Gunn: I bet you lot would know a thing or two about 'sucking', right?
Heavy booing from the Brawl fans as Toni laughs.
Toni Gunn: Now, I wanna keep this short and sweet, because I don't wanna be here any longer than I have to be. There's two things I need to talk about: Brawl's own Drake, and the Television Championship. First of all, I'm here to tell you, Drake, that I'm not scared of you. I'm out here on your home turf to tell you that I don't give a damn about what title you wear around your waist, what the fans chant when you step into the ring, or what people say about you. The only thing I care about is if you bleed, because if you do, then you can be beaten. And Drake, I smell it in the water. As you swim from Brawl to Rampage, I can spot you from a mile away. If you think you're gonna walk out of Rampage as easily as I just walked into Brawl, then think again.
A pause as the crowd heckles, Toni waving them off.
Toni Gunn: Now to the second reason I'm here: the Television Championship. As you can see…
She looks to her left, then to her right.
Toni Gunn: Harvey isn't here, and he isn't on the card for Rampage. You see, Saint's given him a night off following the injustice that was his title loss at Scars and Stripes. It's more for the roster's protection than anyone else's, since he lost his belt without even getting pinned.
A 'where'd his belt go?' chant begins, much to Toni's visible annoyance.
Carter: Our fans mocking Harvey Yorke's Television title loss to Brawl's own Valora Thomas!
Bennett: This is why I love Brawl.
Toni pauses, a smile slowly forming across her face. She looks out at the crowd, eyes lighting up in anticipation.
Toni Gunn: Shut up, you [CENSORED BY NETWORK].
She laughs as the crowd jeer, their chanting ceasing immediately.
Toni Gunn: You wanna know where Harv's belt went? It went to a placeholder. And in due time, he's gonna get it back. He's gonna recover from a match he didn't even technically lose, and he will be your two-time TV Champion.
The boos from the Brawl fans are cut short by 'Kick in the Teeth' by Papa Roach, and the jeers turn to cheers as Valora Thomas makes her way to the ring, EWC Television Championship in one hand and the true X Division Championship in the other. Once inside the ring, she hands both belts off to Mick and procures a mic. Smiling, she steps right up to Toni, perfectly poised and confident.
Valora Thomas: I was sitting in the back going through my final match preparations for Amis Shelton when suddenly I caught the scent of rancid tuna coming from somewhere down the hall. And then whaddya know, I look on the monitor and you’re out here putting these great fans in the proverbial sleep hold. Guess I found the culprit, huh?
Toni tilts her head back with a loud laugh.
Toni Gunn: Oh that was rich, placeholder. Congrats! You just graduated to 6th grade with that little insult.
To Gunn’s surprise, Valora smiles proudly, seemingly unaffected by the U.S. Champ’s rebuttal.
Valora Thomas: Oh I’m just getting warmed up, pastry face.
She pauses and stares a hole right through Toni, which is returned.
Valora Thomas: Sucks doesn’t it? Knowing you’re in the ring with the one woman who was able to do what you couldn’t do. That just HAS to make you feel a little less of a woman.
Toni shrugs off the assertion.
Toni Gunn: Not at all, placeholder. I faced Harv one on one. I didn’t need someone else to soften him up for me. So look, small timer, I came to address much bigger fish. So if you’ll excuse me...
She dismisses Val with a hand gesture, but that won’t do. Valora gets right into her face, uncomfortably close, to the point she has to move the mic to the corner of her mouth.
Carter: Uh oh! It’s getting intense, this might come to blows.
Bennett: It’ll be sexy too! Come on ladies!
Valora: Drake isn’t here yet and I doubt he’d entertain the likes of you, seeing as he’s a bit big for his britches these days. But I’m here. I’m the TELEVISION champ and you are on Brawl’s TELEVISION program, so you deal with me. And while we’re at it, let’s cut the crap. We both know Harvey isn’t here because he’s humiliated and afraid. He doesn’t want anymore of us Brawl folks!
The Brawl fans’ cheers turn to boos as Harvey Yorke comes out of nowhere, jumping the barricade and charging into the ring with unmitigated fury. Valora barely has time to turn around before Harvey strikes with a devastating punch to the jaw, his brass knuckles sure to leave a mark. The clean shot takes Valora down, and as Harvey stomps and taunts away at the woman who took his Television Championship, Toni drops her mic and grabs Mick in a chokehold, laughing in his ear.
Aiello: This is disgraceful. These two have no business here on Brawl, and they especially don’t have any business treating the Television Champion and her manager this way.
We hear Toni call for Harvey’s attention. She pushes Mick to the floor and holds him down with a boot on his neck as she gestures for Harvey to hit the Gravedancer. Harvey kicks Valora to the outside as Toni taunts the trapped Mick, the Moors Murders looking maniacal as they stare down at him. Harvey gets a run-up, waiting by the ropes to strike.
Carter: Don’t tell me he’s gonna do it! Someone needs to stop this, they’re gonna kill him!
Just as Harvey is about to charge, the Brawl fans erupt, though not for this attempted murder. Andrew Jackson rushes to the ring, ready to take on both Toni and Harvey if need be. Though the Moors Murders slip out of the ring before he arrives, grabbing their titles and watching on from ringside. Jackson keeps them at bay, helping Valora back into the ring, and keeping his eyes on the team as they circle like sharks.
Carter: Thank God someone finally did something! Count on Andrew Jackson to be the hero.
Bennett: If only he got the chance to knock the teeth out of those Brits. Who the hell do they think they are?
Aiello: Well they arrived here tonight to make a statement, and I think Valora Thomas heard it loud and clear. But I doubt she’s going to take all this lying down.
The Moors Murders retreat up the ramp, making a few crude gestures and shouting expletives as Andrew and Valora look on from the ring.
Carter: Folks we will be back with our first match of the night .. right after these messages
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We come back from commercial with the Titan Tron showing a feed from backstage
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
DRAKE!
The crowd explodes in cheers knowing that the EWC Champion has arrived
DONKEY PUNCH
VS AWKWARD INC
VS AWKWARD INC
Aiello: The Champ is in the building .. what a special treat for the fans here tonight. No word on if he will compete or appear in any way ringside .. but it's great to know he's at least in the building! well folks .. its the first Monday Night Brawl after the Stars and Stripes extravaganza!! And boy what a show it was huh guys???
Bennett: All I can say is that we from Monday Night Brawl showed that we are the very best!!! But you still stink Aiello!!
Aiello: Thanks for your kind words Steve!!
Carter: And even though Stars and Stripes is behind us.., we aren’t done yet!! First off is a tag team match!!!
Jessica: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag team match!!!!
Safety Dance by Men Without Hats begins to play and out come the tag team known as Donkey Punch. Twin brothers Danny and Donnie Madison make their way down the ramp and very awkwardly enter the ring.
Jessica: Currently in the ring!! Weighing in at a combined weight of 450 pounds!! They are the team of Danny and Donnie Madison!!!!
Bennett: These guys are stupid.
The opening words of The Naked and Famous’ ‘Young Blood” plays through the arena PA system and the fans scream out the words loud enough to drown out the lyrics themselves. Light purple and neon green laser lights rotate around the crowd, and the lights dim slightly as the high energy PJ Cooper and JD Wright sprint out from behind the curtain to the center of the stage, holding out their arms out to their sides and singing out the lyrics with the fans.
Jessica: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 326 pounds, PJ Cooper and JD Wright, AWKWARD INC.!!!!!!!
They make their way down the sides of the ramp at a walk, still singing along with the song, and reaching out to slap the hands of the fans along the sides. Nearing the middle of the ramp, they both come away from the crowd, talking over their strategy. They get a few steps from the ring and takes them at a run, sliding under the bottom rope and rolling to the center of the ring.
PJ pushes himself up, almost on cue with the song and runs to the far turnbuckle to his right. Likewise, JD pushes himself from the mat and takes off towards the left. They both leap onto their respective turnbuckles without reaching out to grab the top rope, and landing squarely on top of it. Again, they hold out their arms out to their sides, the fans chanting out the words of the song.
The referee tells the teams to get in their corners as Danny and Cooper decide to start off the match
DING DING DING!
Aiello: That was a good counter from PJ Cooper
Bennett: And Danny never looked so good
Carter: Why???
Bennett: Because I don’t have to look at his stinking face, that’s why.
Danny manages to escape the grip and gets to his feet, he goes for a clothesline but Cooper ducks the move and delivers a blind tag to his partner as he jumps off the ropes and is being caught by Danny.
Carter: I’m not so sure that Danny knows what is going on
Bennett: Does he ever???
Wright gets in the ring and executes a dropkick to the back of his partner, causing the impact to drop Danny with Cooper on top of him. Wright climbs quickly the top trunbuckles as Danny bench presses Cooper off of him, who rolls out of the ring while Wright jumps off the turnbuckles and executes his patented Hurricanrana.
Aiello: Spinning Out from the trunbuckles!!
Wright hits the Hurricanrana on the larger opponent and goes for the cover as the referee starts to use the three count.
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DING DING DING!
The referee raises the arms of Wright and Cooper up high as they have gained a quick victory over the tag team of the Donkey Punch. Jessica: The winners of this match!! PJ Cooper and JD Wright!! Awkward Inc!!!!
Aiello: That was an impressive victory!! They made short effort out of the Donkey Punch!!
Bennett: I’m just glad I just don’t have to look at those ugly mugs of them for much longer
Carter: I’ve asked them to send you a picture very soon
Bennett: Oh hell no!!!!
The scene opens upon a tanned, thin faced young woman with short, pixie cut blond hair, wearing a little black dress. She stands outside the EWC locker room with a microphone in hand. Beside her is a much taller woman with long and flowing jet black hair, a stylistically shredded black tank top, blue jeans, and a wide leather belt sporting a large silver buckle, the word "Rebel" engraved upon it's beautifully etched surface.
Interviewer: Hello there, EWC Monday Night Brawlers, my name is Pageant Kelly and I'm here to give my very first interview to another newcomer to MNB. I present to you Rebel Rhodes!
Rebel gives a small nod to the interviewer
Rebel: It's a pleasure being here.
P.K.: What brings you here tonight, Ms. Rhodes?
Rebel: I came to introduce myself to some of the players here in E.W.C. and to get a little feel for the scene and atmosphere here. So far, I've met with mostly positive people. Of course there's an ego or two, but it wouldn't be wrestling without some seriously huge ego's involved.
P.K.: Any of them giving you a hard time?
Rebel: Of course. The new bitch on the block here has to pay her respects to those who have been here longer and of course a couple have ragged on me over the little 'incident' with John Blade.
Pageant quirks her brow a bit.
P.K.: Yes I heard about that. The video you put out challenging John Blade to a match. Can you explain to the viewers at home what that was all about?
Crossing her tattooed arms, Rhodes smirks.
Rebel: Ok so a week or so ago, I won a dark match to prove that I'm worth E.W.C.'s time. Now after this match, I catch John Blade backstage giving me googley eyes and I think nothing of it. I'm used to people staring at me for my tattoo ink. A day later, I'm called up just as I'm finally setting my head down to sleep and this motherfucker says to me, "Would you be interested in being my manager? Let's talk after Brawl 485."
P.K.: Judging by the video you posted, I'd say your response was less than a positive one.
Rebel: That'd be an understatement. Early in my career, I was a valet for about a week. I just couldn't stand being on the sidelines. I'm a fighter at heart. I want to be in the ring, not standing outside of it shouting at some charge not to be a fucking dumbass. Now I'll admit, I'm still new and I have yet to have an official debut in the ring, but you have to admit it's pretty damned insulting to have a guy of John Blade's reputation suddenly call you up and assume you're nothing more than a pair of tits and an ass to parade around the ring with.
Rebel's fists clench as she unfolds her arms and looks into the camera now. A fire burns from deep within those hypnotic brown eyes as her ruby painted lips twist into a frown. Her brow furrows, arching both brows and furthering the intensity of her scowl.
Rebel: Oh and John Boy, I'm STILL waiting for a reply to the challenge I gave just a few days ago on a public format. Now that I'm in front of a sanctioned E.W.C. camera, you might actually open your goddamned ears and listen. You and me, one on one at Brawl #486 at the SAP Center in San Jose, California. You win? I'm your assistant for a month. I win? It'll be you fetching this bitch a cup of coffee everynight I wrestle. You called me up, acting like I'm some nothing compared to you and then, when I call you on that shit, you get really fucking quiet. What's a matter, Johnny B. Worthless? Afraid of a five-eleven woman who barely weighs a hundred and fifty pounds next to your massive, six-four or five frame with it's two hundred and fifty-plus pounds of dumb fuck muscle?
She scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Rebel: Keep the silence up, John Blade. It just showcases how much of an overgrown pussy you really are. If you can't even so much as reply to me on Twitter in a subtweet, let alone a full on tweet with my name in it, then who the fuck needs to stomp your inverted dick in the dirt? Maybe that's the smart play for you; Keep quiet and hope the bitch moves on because you already knew the moment you hung up the phone that your ass is grass and I'm a dull lawn mower.
P.K.: Strong words, Ms. Rhodes. Mr. Blade clearly struck a nerve with you.
Rebel looks back to the interviewer, maintaining her calm and composure as she replies to Pageant's comment.
Rebel: Page, sweetheart, two things people are going to learn about Rebel Rhodes. One, I'm hard as fuck to put down in a match. Two, I don't take shit off scrubs and while John Blade may have been in E.W.C. far longer than me, he's a damn scrub and I hope to high hell I'm given a chance to put that scrub in his motherfucking place.
Pageant nods to her.
P.K.: Anything you'd like to say to the fans watching at home?
Rebel: Only this. Throughout my life, I've always aimed high with my goals and I'm looking to shoot for the stars here in E.W.C. Once upon a time, I carried an entire promotion on my back and held every singles title it had to offer. I'm aiming to repeat that success and come hell or high water, I'll do what it takes to become the absolute best in the sport of Professional Wrestling. Thank you for your time, Pageant.
Rebel shoots the shorter blond woman a small smile.
P.K.: Likewise Ms. Rhodes. Back to you guys at ringside!
TY RANT
VS JOHN BLADE
VS JOHN BLADE
Aiello: Well that was certainly interesting .. Folks, it's been a busy show so far and we're only at our second match.
Carter: Up next we have John Blade versus Ty Rant.
Aiello: We have a guy in Ty Rant making his Brawl debut here tonight.
Carter: He did compete at Scars And Stripes last week while John Blade wasn't even on the card. Ty may have lost but the fact he was there and Blade wasn't has to knaw at Blade. He'll be looking to prove toinight that he should not be left off any more cards.
Jessica Stroup: This match is set for one fall.
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
The lights dim, the speakers go silent, and for a moment the quiet is positively pregnant with anticipation before it’s broken by the faint, rhythmic beat of drums that become more and more intense with each passing second. Louder, and louder, until finally pyrotechnics erupt from the front of the stage as if cannons are signalling the coming assault. Ty Rant starts his slow descent down the stage from the ramp as Countings Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums by A Perfect Circle starts to filter out from the P.A. system, playing in tandem with the drum beat that he’s walking out to.
Quiet, imposing, wearing a boot length, hooded coat that flows behind him like a king’s mantle, with a pair of pauldrons on either shoulder that were fashioned from the skulls of wolves, those elongated incizors plated in silver catching the light as he walked. He doesn’t bother with the stairs, a look of determined focus aimed at whoever his next victim is. Fierce, near animalistic, he makes that straight line as he leaps onto the ring’s edge in a vertical jump, catchin’ onto the top rope with his hands, clutching them and then stepping over them without so much as a word leaving his lips as the music dies down. His hooded coat removed, he tosses it over the ropes, left in nothing but his biker styled wrestling boots, those black tights, and the thick, zipped up, motorcycle vest with various patches stitched into it.
Jessica Stroup: Entering first, from New York, New York in the U.S. of A and weighing in at 298 pounds: TY RANT!!!!!!
"See you again" hits as John Blade walks out onto the stage wearing his trademark baseball cap and matching t shirt. With a salute to the crowd, he begins running to the ring where he slides in and quickly. Getting to his feet, he tosses his hat into the crowd. After a bit more posing, he removes his t shirt and tosses it into the crowd also before turning to fight his Opponent.
Jessica Stroup: His opponent, from Worcester, Massachusetts and weighing in tonight at 251 pounds he is JOHN BLADE!!!!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Both men meet in the middle of the ring and lock up in a Collar and Elbow Tie Up before Ty knees Blade in the gut and Blade falls to his knees winded. Ty then backs into the corner before running at Blade connecting with a Soccer Kick to the ribs. Ty then bounces off the ropes and hits a Knee Drop to the skull. Ty lifts Blade for a Bodyslam but Blade counters by sliding off Ty's shoulders and hitting Ty with a Side Suplex.
Both men get back to their feet and exchange right hands before Ty gets the advantage and hits a series of right hands until Blade's back is against the ropes. Ty then takes Blade and Irish whips him off the ropes. Ty ducks for a Back Body Drop but Blade leap-frogs over him before dropping Ty with a Lung Blower. He makes the cover.
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Aiello: Both men putting it all on the line here in the early going.
Bennett: Again with the cliches Joe?
Blade hits Ty with a straight Right Hand to the jaw which spins Ty on his feet. Blade runs at Ty, grabs his head and leaps over him dropping him with a Facebuster. Ty gets back to his feet but he's groggy and doesn't see Blade charging at him until he blasts Ty with a running Clothesline. Ty drags himself to his feet but Blade punches him in the kidney and hits a Reverse DDT before going for the cover.
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Blade punches the canvas in frustration before going for a Bodyslam. Ty, however, counters it with a Standing Powerslam. Ty then climbs to the op turnbuclke before flying at Blade nailing him with a Flying Clothesline before lifting Blade to his feet and Powerbombing him back to the canvas. He covers.
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Bennett: That should have been three! Why wasn't it?
Aiello: Because Blade had the heart to kick out.
Bennett: Can you not complete a sentence that isn't a cliche?
Ty lifts Blade to his feet and wraps his arms round Blade's middle before hitting a Catastrophe he makes the cover.
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Ty lifts Blade and shoots him off the ropes but Blade reverses it and shoots Ty off the ropes. Ty comes bouncing back and almost goes through Blade with a Tyrant's Kiss. Ty makes the cover.
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Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner: TY RANT!!!
Bennett: Sweet, the new guy won!
Aiello: That he did. For a brief second we thought John Blade was going to get back into this one when he reversed that Irish Whip but that Spear, the Tyrant's Kiss as he calls it, is devastating it almost broke Blade in half.
Carter: We got to go to commercial but be sure to rejoin us as we have Emma Louise coming up later.
Aiello: That's usually my bit.
Backstage we see EWC Undisputed Champion Drake walking backstage with his title draped across his shoulder. He turns a corner and bumps into a massive wall of muscle; EWC newcomer Thomas Uriel Bates. The champion prepares himself for a fight as he looks up to the very tall man, and is shocked to see a smile on the giant’s face.
Thomas Uriel Bates: You’re the Undisputed Champion, Drake, right?
Drake nods as Bates extends his hand for a handshake, which Drake accepts.
Thomas Uriel Bates: You mind if I take a look at the belt? I haven’t had a chance to look at it close up yet.
Unsure, Drake responds: Sure.
Bates takes a close look at the belt, and traces his fingers over the words. He hands the belt calmly back to Drake.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Thank you for that. Great match, by the way. I watched your fight at Scars and Stripes from the back, and I’ve got to say that it was an impressive defense. Can’t wait to get in the ring with you.
Bates shakes hands with Drake one more time as Bates heads towards the ramp entrance
THOMAS URIEL BATES
VS ERIK BLACK
VS ERIK BLACK
Aiello: Well that certainly was interesting meeting between Bates and our EWC Champion Drake ... Coming up next is a classic David versus Goliath kind of match up, featuring the MASSIVE Thomas Bates taking on the quick and nimble Erik Black.
Carter: This bout just screams mismatch to me. Bates is like 450? 430 pounds? Somewhere in that neighborhood and just TOWERS over Erik Black who barely weighs 220 and is an inch over 6 feet in height.
Bennet: Heh, just means this match will be over the minute that little Son of a bitch finds himself in the hands of his Man Mountain opponent.
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!!
'Midnight Rider' by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system as the titron begins showing clips of Thomas Uriel Bates, alternating between clips of his ring experience, and a long solitary ride on his motorcycle. As the video continues to play, Thomas Uriel Bates steps out to the stage wearing his wrestling attire.
Jessica Stroup: INTRODUCING FIRST FROM HUNTSVILLE, ALABAMA. HE STANDS AT SIX FEET AND NINE INCHES AND WEIGHS IN AT FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS....
Bates glares down at the ring, staring intensely a the ring as he walks towards it. He arrives at the ring and walks up the steps, moving to the center of the apron. He looks out towards the fans as he steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates steps towards the center, turns to face the stage, and stretches out his arms as he roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.
Jessica Stroup: THOMAS UUUURRRRRIIIIEEEEELLLLLL BBBBBAAAAAATTTTTTEEEESSSSS!!!!
*SMALL POP*
Bennet: Goddamn, this kid looks like he ate Momma's diesel big rig for breakfast and asked for seconds!
Carter: I told you, total mismatch here.
Aiello: Be that as it may, we've seen big men taken down by men of his size, just ask the likes of Griffin Hawkins or The Vengeful one himself, Drake, how much size matters in this sport.
Bennet: Maybe so, but even they would have to stop and think before they throw themselves at this beast.
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA! HE STANDS AT ONE INCH OVER SIX FEET AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS....
Death Trend Setta by Cross fade hits on the PA system as the lights go dark. A spotlight shines on the entrance stage as Erik walks out. He has a black towel over his face. He stops at the ramp and looks around before darting to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs it. He does a black flip off of it while throwing the black towel into the crowd. He then turns and finds himself face to face with Bates Mountain....
Jessica Stroup: EEERRRRRIK BBBBBLLLLLAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCK!!!!
Aiello: Now I understand that Erik Black was formally trained by the Gracie school of BJJ and is practiced in both Russian Sambo and Muay Thai kickboxing.
Black backs away from Bates as the Referee gives them a quick run through of the match rules.
Carter: That's right, despite knowing very little about his background, aside from being orphaned at the age of 12 by unknown means and that he has spent much of his life in South America.
Bennet: Come on Ref, they know the rules. Ring the bell and let the skull crackin' BEGIN!
The massive framed Bates reaches out to Black, offering a firm handshake. Bates seems to scoff at the notion and wave off the proffered hand.
Bennet: A handshake? Dubbya' Tee Eff is this bullshit? Grab him by his head and shake him like a rag doll till he stops moving! That's what big guys do, you dumb lug!
DING DING DING
The two men immediately circle, Bates with his arms out and ready to grapple while Banes walks with an uncaring swagger, his arms dangling at his sides, and an apathetic expression on his face. Bates scowl's at his smaller opponent and lunges at him. Erik back peddles, firing off a quick kick to Bates' knee, a smirk on his face as he bounces left to right.
Carter: Did you hear the smack of that heel when it made contact with Big Tom's knee there?
Aiello: Thomas walks it off, glaring holes through his opponent in the ring. now.
Erik makes a little kissy face and motions for Bates to try again. The big man rolls his shoulders and picks up his speed a bit, moving with a surprising bit of bounce. Once again he goes for the grapple and Black drops down with another low kick while avoiding the grappling attempt, this time catching Thomas in the shin.
Bennet: Well I think the kid's picked a body part. I think he's beginning to grow on me just a hair.
Carter: The massive mountain that is Thomas Uriel Bates is clearly starting to get a little angry here.
Truer words were never spoken as Thomas rolls his shoulders a second time. His jaw is set and brow furrowing as he once again, starts to close in on Erik Black for a grapple. Black fakes for a low kick, only to suddenly jump up with a hard kick to the chest and upon landing, delivering a spinning kick to the legs that sends Bates staggering back and dropping to one knee!
Aiello: Bates nearly tripped up by that fake out combination and is now down on one knee!
Black presses his advantage, running towards Bates, bounding up on the man's knee with a fist reared back to deliver his infamous Babayaga punch, only to be caught by a massive hand to the chest as Thomas rises and violently pancakes Erik straight to the canvas!
Bennet: BBBBOOOOOOOMMMM!!!
Carter: That nailed him!
Aiello: Erik Black just went for that stunning Babayaga, only for Thomas Bates to just turn that into a devastating comeback!
Black sits up from the explosive impact, only to crumple and roll out of the ring in a heap on the floor. Bates steps over the top rope and hops down to the arena floor. He shoots a serious look to the fans and gives them a bit of an approving nod as they cheer him on. As Erik fights to his feet, Thomas bull rushes the young man, clobbering him with a hard running forearm smash that drops him straight to the floor. Gathering Black up by the seat of his trunks, he then spins around and HURLS him through the ropes and back into the ring.
Aiello: Bates is just slinging Black around like a rag doll now!
Carter: He made a critical mistake in going for the Babayaga too soon and is paying the price for it.
Slowly, Erik gets to his feet with a bit of a sway as Thomas pulls himself up onto the apron. Erik sees him as he slips one leg over the top rope and decides to take full advantage of the situation. He rushes in at full speed and drops down with a hard kick to Thomas's balancing leg that has him falling groin first onto the top rope and then landing back on the arena floor in a heap with a growl!
Aiello: That could have broken Bates' leg right there!
Bennet: Nothing wrong with a good leg breaking from time to time, it's good for business and besides, with the way Big boy just got his junk juked on the ropes, I don't think he'll be having anymore kids in the near future!
Thomas pushes himself up with one hand, growling in pain and getting angrier by the second. Erik rolls out of the ropes with a cocky smirk and starts laying into Thomas Bates with vicious swift kicks to the head, chest, and neck. Loud and hard smacks reveberate even over the noisy Monday Night Brawl crowd.
Bennet: Erik Black is relentless and I love it! He acts like he doesn't care, but the moment you're down and wounded, he's on you like a rabid weasel!
Carter: Rabid Weasel?
Bennet: You ever seen a Rabid Weasel? Vicious little sons o' bitches.
Thomas catches one of the violent kicks with his hands and shoves Erik back with a roar. The giant then rises to his feet, blood trickling from his split lip and a small gash on his brow. Black quickly rolls back into the ring with Thomas not too far behind him. Erik heads for the opposite side of the ring and rebounds off the ropes as Thomas rises from his slide in. Before Bates can even bring his hands up, he is dropped right back down to one knee by a flying knee to the side of his head that Erik Black calls....
Aiello: A BEAUTIFUL RECKONING!!!
Carter: Jeez what a hard hit!
Bennet: And the Giant is actually flat on his back! Erik ain't wasting no time either!
Erik quickly drapes himself atop Thomas and counts with the referee....
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...and Erik Black finds himself THROWN off of Thomas Bates, who then promptly sits up with a look of wild rage in his eyes!
Bennet: Well I'll be damned!
Carter: The Muay Thai knee is dangerous, but Thomas Bates may be even more so!
Aiello: No doubt, as Erik Black is known in certain circles for his devastating striking power.
Bates is on his feet with surprising quickness as Erik back rolls to his feet, hands at the ready. Thomas goes for a right cross, left hook combo which Erik manages to duck and weave. He goes for a roundhouse kick, but Thomas catches the leg and in one fluid motion, heaves Erik up and over his shoulder, brutally slamming him to the canvas. He maintains ahold of that leg and effortlessly whips him up and over again for a second loud and brutal slam that seems to shake the canvas.
Bennet: HULK SMASH!!!!
Aiello: Bennet, we don't agree on much, but my sentiments exactly!
Gathering up his stunned opponent, Thomas doesn't even bother going for the pin and instead hoists Erik effortlessly over his head. From there, he walks around the ring, pressing him once, twice, and a third time before dropping with a Gorilla Press Gutbuster!
Aiello: THE MEMPHIS GIANT SLAM!!! Shades of Thomas Bates Father, Andre Bates!
Carter: This match ain't over yet!
No sir, as Thomas decides to go for the coupe de grace on his now almost unconscious opponent. He gathers Erik up in a Full Nelson and practically tosses him straight up into the air. He then turns and catches Erik Black by the throat and VIOLENTLY slams him to the canvas. Upon impact, Thomas merely presses a hand to Erik's chest to hold him tightly in place.
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Jessica Stroup: AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL, THOMAS UUUURRRRRRIIIEEEEEELLLLLL BBBBBAAAAAAAATTTTTTTEEEEESSSSSS!!!
As his music hit's the P/A, Thomas rises to his feet with a massive fist raised in the air. He stares at the crowd with dried blood framing his right eye and a streak from a split in the corner of his lip. Erik left his mark on the big man, but deep down, Thomas knew that he had left his mark on Erik as well.
Aiello: You've got to hand it to Erik Black, who seriously brought the fight to Thomas Bates here, but at the end of the night, the mountain proved too much for the stone!
Carter: That was a solid match and we have more coming up in just a few short moments.
EMMA LOUISE
VS PETER DRAGON
VS PETER DRAGON
Aiello: Our next match marks the return of Peter Dragon this time pitted against Emma Louise.
Bennett: Dragon has not impressed me so far unlike Emma who showed us one hell of a fight at Scars & Stripes.
Carter: She´s a tough cookie no doubt and came within an inch of the International Championship but Peter should be all pumped up to score his first victory.
Jessica Stroup: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from London in the United Kingdom via Los Santos in the United States, five feet and six inches of unrevealed weight … EMMA LOUISEEEEEEE!!!
Neo Geo plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.
Aiello: Emma Louise looks like she has recovered well from her ladder match.
Bennett: Actually it is unfair to pit her against guy who´s been on the shelf while she has been working.
Carter: Depends. You can also argue that Peter Dragon has put on a layer of rust in the meantime.
Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring next is her opponent…weighting in at 235 lbs …from Nashville, Tennessee… the luckless black belt … PETER DRAGOOOONNNNN!!!
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.
Carter: Is it just my imagination or does Jessi have a sharp tongue sometimes?
Aiello: It´s not just your imagination. But she is not entirely wrong. Peter Dragon has been jinxed ever since his debut. Still he´s coming back.
Bennett: Either jinxed or he is not up to the task and just too stubborn to admit it.
DING! DING! DING!
Right after the opening bell Peter Dragon climbs the top rope in his corner and comes down on Emma Louise with a Frog splash, trying a surprise pin.
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Still Peter Dragon tries to make the most out of the botched pinfall by trapping Emma´s left leg in an Ankle Lock. Just as he starts to twist the ankle he gets Emma´s other boot right in the face and the Ever Dangerous wiggles free from under him.
Dragon dodges Emma´s Spin kick, she blocks his karate chop. Peter in turn blocks her trust kick while Emma slips out of his attempt to catch her in a DDT. She hip tosses him and Dragon breaks the fall to roll back into a karate fighting stance.
He gets it done … almost but Emma Louise slams right into him, having him set up for this Spear. She lands a resounding Cross chop too but pays for it when Peter Dragon goes vertical with Emma draped across his shoulders in a Fireman Carry position.
Dragon drops her on her head and immediately tries to cover again.
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Aiello: It seems Peter Dragon wants a quick end here.
Bennett: The guy knows he doesn´t bring it so he wants to get over with it.
Carter: Well for a guy who doesn´t bring it he showed some real good moves already.
Bennett: And how about that?
An obviously pissed Emma Louise nails a Standing drop kick an Dragon followed by an ascend to the top rope and a Moonsault that knocks the wind out of her opponent even before driving him into the mat.
Emma hooks one of Dragon´s´legs.
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Bennett: Two can play that game.
In the ring it continues to go back and forth. Peter Dragon comes out of the pin locking a Sharpshooter on Emma but she gets out when she elbows his left knee hard. Both wrestlers put some distance between themselves to regroup and catch their breath.
At least Emma pretends to. When Drago is distracted for a moment as he wipes the sweat out of his eyes Emma darts forward and the loud slap of another cross chop can be heard followed by a Reverse Roundhouse kick. Peter Dragon is flat on his back.
Emma stands next to him, shaking her shapely tail end a couple of times before laying a Booty Poppin´Moonsault on him.
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Dragon rolls away at the very last moment and Emma belly flops onto the canvas. Dragon gets to his feet. He´s visibly wobbly but still able to land a crashing karate knife hand chop in Emma Louise´s neck. Her head slumps back onto the mat again.
Peter Dragon covers.
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Screaming in frustration Dragon tries the Dragon Crossface on her but before he can complete the hold Emma smashes her palm into his nose.
Aiello: Seems Emma is getting inside his head.
Bennett: Yeah. That nearly drove the cartilage straight into his brain.
Aiello: I meant his obvious anger.
Bennett: Ah. It still nearly drove the cartilage straight into his brain.
Carter: anyway Emma is giving him trouble.
Dragon rolls away into the ropes. When he removes his hand from his face both the palm of his hand and his mouth are covered in blood. The sight of the red liquid seems to make Dragon´s self-control snap.
He lets out a mighty roar like his namesake and the bat of an eyelash later Dragon launches himself into Emma with a killer Spear. He´s so fast Emma can move only a tiny bit to the side.
But it is enough. As Peter Dragon plows into her Emma is not knocked down and out but hangs on and when the force of the Spear dissipates Peter Dragon finds himself locked in an HLA that quickly cuts of his air supply and the blood flow to the brain. Emma grits her teeth as she really pours down on Dragon with everything she has left before driving him into the mat with her Girl Crush.
Dragon is motionless as Emma Louise makes the cover.
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Jessica Stroup: And the winner of this contest by pinfall … the very dangerous … EMMA LOUISEEEEEEE!!!
Aiello: That´s it. Peter Dragon still without a victory after Emma used his own maneuver against him.
Carter: Finally she really got into his mind. Pity actually Peter Dragon got the heart of a fighter.
Bennett: And his heart is pretty much the only thing going for him. That´s not enough.
Aiello: It was a great moment for Emma Louise and one hard earned. Now before we move on with the show, here´s this message
Victor Price: Sometimes I wonder to myself .. 'why in the FUCK did I take this job' ..
Victor Price is trying to unwind in his office. He's starting to realize he just signed up for an exercise in frustration by trying to keep the brand on track when the train's an Amtrak about to be derailed because Conductor Mac runs things like he's concussed and high on crack. Price takes a swig from his water bottle.
Victor Price: And the fucking ironic part is, the shit that really puts a boot to my nut sacj is; somehow, I'M the fucking villain because I won't stroke Drake's ego like the rest of these brain donors. I'M the prick for pointing out Mac's screwing things up, and I'm public enemy #1. How the fuck does that happen?
And who, exactly, is el jefe venting to in the room....
Tony "Deep Dicking Your Girl while you're off being a nerd" Motherfucking SAVAGE!!: Hope my Jordan's are the right size, because Captain No-Neck
Victor Price: Sounds like you're walking a mile in them!
Tony shakes his head, chuckling morbidly
Savage: You should've talked to me before jumping aboard; I could've gave the the tourist guide to Bizarro World. Mac's a fucking schmuck; he rewarded Bret Black with an Undisputed Title shot for murdering an octogenerian, and I took his ass to the cleaners 'cause he was too busy planning his dream wedding to Kurt Newman on Pintrest to read that clause about NO TAG TEAM MATCHES in my contract
Trust me, *holding up a glass of Scotch* this guy and Saint do fucking up in style, and we're swirling down the drain for it. I mean, seriously, look at this roster. Besides the Lucky Charms leprechaun who's fighting style involves spooning and being so cartoonishly Irish, he might as well be marinating in Guiness while the Cranberries blast in the background on loop, there isn't a single anti-winner on this roster that could hold the gym bags of some of the lunatics I had to mop the floor with to get to where I was. And as soon as I started pulling bullshit cards on folks, guess what...
Greatest International title run in the new age gets me saddled to a 100lb. junkie fighting Polly Fucking Pockets while another of Chrome-Dome's boot-boys gets the Jesus Christ Superstar treatment... Christ, I am SO glad I've got a second job that involves me shooting terrorists in the dick while blunted out my skull!
Price: Get to the point here Savage
Savage: *puts his drink down* Look, I'm not going to tell you how to captain the ship; far as I'm concerned, looking through your history... You earned the right to be shot-caller here. Hell, about fucking time somebody in management took the blinders off and finally see the pile of shit that needs to be scooped up. But, I think it would behove you to listen to one who's had more time in the trenches than you...
You wanna fix Brawl, edicts and Board meetings and backstage politics isn't going to do the job; this requires a military solution. No offense to Amos, but he ain't equipped to fight this type of campaign. You need bigger guns for combat like this. And big boy.... The Nuclear Option is sitting in front of you having a cocktail. But, fair warning, one boss to another... You put me to task on this, shit WILL get ugly. And it could take a long fucking time, and it might cost a piece of your soul. So don't rush to a decision about recruiting me on board; just think about it and ask yourself
Savage slams down the last of the booze and looks at the glass
Savage slams down the last of the booze and looks at the glass
Savage: What price are you willing to pay for your better world?
Before Savage walks out, he leaves a bottle of this on Price's desk
And one parting caveat
Savage: This and good luck... Considering the shit you gotta deal with ... you're gonna need both!
ABRAHAM FROST
VS ANDREW JACKSON
VS ANDREW JACKSON
Aiello: Welcome back to our next match of the night. Well ... Tony Savage seems to be back and already making deals with Vincent Price, should be interesting to see how that pans out. Neither man can really be trusted. However, lets focus on the right now .. The Nightmare Abraham Frost will be in the ring again, this time to prove his immense strength against Andrew Jackson the newly crowned International Champion.
Carter: We still don´t know much about Frost except that the years of semi-retirement didn´t do him any harm. He lost to Anthony Grunge but only after causing considerable damage to the Mosh Pit.
Bennett: Frost is a guy who can punch holes in a man with his bare hands. And don´t ever give him the keys to a hardware store. He´ll be eager to destroy a man who just won a strap.
Carter: You still owe me money from that match friend.
Bennett: What for? If you need money then see Harewood in PRIME.
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, from parts unknown in the neighborhood of hell, … weighting in at 320 pounds is The Nightmare, … ABRAHAAAM FROOOOOOST!
Marilyn Manson´s The Nobodies kicks in as a hulking figure with a painted – or smeared -face emerges from backstage. Frost walks slowly towards the ring. Very few fans stretch out their hands to begin with and Abraham completely ignores them as he continues his way to the squared circle, heavy arms swing slowly like pendulums, eyes set only for the illuminated area between the ropes.
Aiello: I can´t claim that I can read this guy. He´s is well .. too cold for that. But I have a feeling he will look at Andrew Jackson and see Anthony Grunge the whole time.
Bennett: One full hit from this dude and Jackson´s face will look not like Grunge but more like a pizza.
Carter: Jackson has proven himself enough at Scars & Stripes. Frost´s not superhuman.
Bennett: You´re sure somebody told him that?
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent… coming to the ring next at 190 lbs …from North Carolina… he is …the reigning EWC International Champion …. he is …. ANDREW JACKSONNNNNNNN!!!
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.The belt of the International Champion rests comfortably on his left shoulder.
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 hands his belt to the ref, 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.
Aiello: If Jackson is intimidated by the size of his opponent he´s surely not showing it..
Bennett: He´d be a fool to do so but it could be that Frost can just smell it.
Carter: Or there is nothing to smell.
DING! DING! DING!
Jackson adopts a slightly hunched-over position, arms spread, fists balled and feet bouncing, a crossbreed between a boxer´s and a wrestler´s stance.
His huge opponent just walks into him like he´s crossing a street.
Frost eats a right and a left that would have made Eddie Crank proud for no visible effect and hits a Sidewalk Slam on Jackson, following with a stomp to the head that the ex-soldier can barely avoid by rolling away at the last second. Jackson makes good use of his speed. He´s back on his feet dodging a Clothesline and nails a Roundhouse kick into Frost´s lower back as The Nightmare passes him.
Frost hits the ropes and bounces back. He has to take an Elbow to the chin but manages to grapple Jackson around the waist. The Belly-to-belly Suplex fires Jackson halfway across the ring into a turnbuckle.
Aiello: Hard impact! That must have shook every bone in his body.
Bennett: And it´s not getting better for his bones. There comes the cold chill himself.
Frost launches himself forward and smashes into Jackson just as he regains his footing, crushing him between his chest and the ring post. With his arms spread wide as he impacts Frost shoots Jackson back into he middle of the ring with another Belly-to-Belly Suplex. As Frost comes flying in for a Legdrop Jackson rolls away again.
Frost doesn´t even seem to feel the botched attack but now Andrew Jackson has enough time to struggle back into the vertical. HE shows some aerial skills himself when he nails a Flying Elbow right between Frost´s eyebrows and follows through with a Neckbreaker.
Carter: That´s going to do a bit more than smear the paint on Frost´s face.
Bennett: Yes. It´s going to piss him off too. This fuckin´big son o´ bitch has a pain threshold like a tank.
Aiello: But you can KO someone without causing pain.
In ring Jackson is trying just that. HE drops another Elbow in Abraham Frost´s face, the anther and ano…
No!
Jackson went to the well one time too much.
Before the third elbow connects Frost catches him and throws him aside. Jackson comes back with a Roundhouse but his opponent wants nothing of that. Frost collides with Jackson, neutralizing most of the kicks power. His ham-sized fist closes around Jackson´s throat.
Carter: That´s bad…
With just one hand Frsot hoists Jackson into the air and lets him crash down brutally hard. He picks him up by the throat again to unleash a murderous Big Boot deep into Jackson´s groin. The power of the kick is such that Jackson is again slammed into the same turnbuckle he hit before.
Again Frost walks in slow and determined to lift his opponent into the air for a Flap Jack. It is only his lack of speed – or show of superiority whatever it was – that allows Jackson to regain his senses just in time to kick himself out of Frost´s hold and improvise another Neckbreaker.
Aiello: More a desperation move than anything else but it buys Jackson some precious seconds to recover from Abraham Frost´s damage machine.
Bennett: You don´t get a nickname like The Nightmare from throwing pillows around.
Carter: No, he´s more into throwing people around.
Bennett: This is wrestling kid, no synchronous swimming.
Jackson blinks his eyes one last time to clear his head then he is back in action and this time fast enough to drill Frost into the canvas with a German Suplex. Even if The Nightmare can shrug off the pain his size and mass make it difficult for him to get up quickly.
Jackson capitalizes on that and takes him down again with a DDT while Frost is still hunched over.
Suddenly his hands shoots up, ready to close around Jackson´s throat again but the Ex-Seal seems to have known something was fishy. He rolls aside and uses their combined momentum to heave the 320 pounds of Nightmare back up, not just into a standing position but totally off the round.
With his face almost unrecognizable from the enormous strain Jackson still throws his salute before he throws Frost and covers.
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DING! DING! DING!
Jessica Stroup: And the winner of this contest by pinfall is …. The soldier himself … the International Champion … ANDREW JACKSONNNNNNNN!!!
Aiello: Jackson brought home a hard fought victory over a man who soaks pain up like a sponge.
Bennett: Frost does not just soak it up. He enjoys it. If he were faster on his feet Jackson would be a smear on the canvas now.
Carter: Frost is impressive enough for me as he is.
Aiello: We surely see a lot more from Abraham Frost in the future but Andrew Jackson is on the roll as well showing more raw strength than we thought he possessed. And now before our next match here´s a message…
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
SCOTT GRAYSE
VS CHASE REX
Aiello: The Four-hundred and Eighty-Fifth Brawl has been electric so far, but if you think that the action is over, oh boys and girls you ain't seen nothing yet!
Carter: You're ain't kidding! The EWC is simply jam-packed with talent; perhaps even too much talent. That Frost/Jackson match is going to be a tough one to follow!
Aiello: Our sixth match of the night features a debut and the man who came just one fraction of a second away from becoming the EWC Television champion in Chase Rex.
Carter: That's right Joe, up next up we have “The Sinister Psychopath” Scott Grayse making his Monday Night Brawl debut. I've got to say though, the odds may be stacked against him as “The Sophisticated Man” may be looking for a modicum of redemption here tonight. But I don't know, any time that you pit two opposing forces against one another like this in a match of this type, I think that no matter what the end result may be, this one is sure to give the EWC fans a taste of the true nature of competitiveness that they crave.
Bennett: Competitiveness? Boy, you must be joking. These fans that you speak so highly of might not act like they like someone of the style, class, and caliber of Chase Rex; but their eyes don't turn away either. Even your Dad knows that these people don't want to see two grown men in there hugging it out, exchanging arm-bars and the like. If this one lives up to the hype of the trash-talk we've heard throughout the week from these two, it's gonna be a bloodbath in there. Son o bitch, Literally, too. I hope they pull out all the stops!
Aiello: At least you're honest in your assessments, Steve.
Bennett: They don't call me the Predator for nothing, Joe.
Aiello: Why does that matter?
Bennett: Do you think that a Predator ever needs to lie or to suck up?
Aiello: Fair point.
Carter: Hey, as long as the EWC fans are happy, then I'm happy.
Bennett: Sure ya are. You are your Daddy's little boy after all.
Carter: Why yes. Yes, I am, actually. With such an acute analytic skill I can see why my Father keeps you on his payroll, too.
Bennett: Watch it, kiddo. I was whipping ol' Mac's ass on a regular basis while you were still in diapers.
Aiello: Come on, Steve. We have a job to do. Besides, you're starting to sound like a disgruntled old man anyway. Let it go. Skip the back in my day speeches and lets just focus on tonight, shall we?
Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled as a First-Blood match; where the only way to win is to make your opponent bleed from any part of their body! Introducing first...
Bennett: Sum bitch.
It becomes ominously quiet in the arena and everything goes black. The SkyTron lights up showing blood dripping from a hammer, Scott Grayse's hammer known as Helen. "#BASH" is seen as "Reborn" by Stone Sour blares and the lights come on to see Scott Grayse standing on the ramp glaring into the ring.
Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring at this time, standing at six feet six inches tall and weighing in tonight at two-hundred and fifty pounds. From Grand Rapids, Michigan, he is “The Sinister Psychopath” Scott Grayse!
Carter: Right away I see Grayse has brought a hammer to the ring, and my notes say that he calls the hammer 'Helen'.
Bennett: So it is a she?
Carter: I don't want to assume its gender.
Aiello: In First-Blood rules, everything is legal, so one has to think that Scott Grayse must've known this and has plans to use the hammer here tonight.
Carter: There's already a crimson liquid – what appears to be blood – dripping from the end of that hammer, Joe. He may have already used it by the looks of things.
Bennett: By the looks of things, this match is getting better already!
Grayse looks out into the legions of fans and forms a sick sadistic smile. He takes Helen and holds it up as he lets out a horrific yell. The Sinister Psychopath slides into the ring and stands in the middle raising both arms as Red fireworks shoot off.
Carter: Scott Grayse looks focused and ready to compete tonight, guys.
Aiello: In a situation like this, a lot of people would say that Grayse is looking for the upset. However, given the nature of First-Blood matches, a headbutt, an elbow, literally anything could bust Chase Rex wide open, even seconds into the match. First-Blood seems like a frightening proposition, but it may just be the catalyst that secures Scott Grayse a debut victory here tonight.
Bennett: That, or the hammer. What'd he call that thing, again?
Carter: Helen. He calls it Helen.
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: And his opponent... From the Upper East Side in Manhattan, New York by way of Birmingham, England - accompanied by Valerie Lennox, he is "A Sophisticated Man", Chase Rex!
Aiello: Max, here comes Mister Sophisticated Chase Rex, and as mentioned previously, was on the losing end of a triple threat match at Scars & Stripes for the TV title, getting pinned by Valora Thomas.
Bennett: Alright now just hold on a second you sum bitch. You just made Chase Rex sound like he's some kind of a push-over...
Aiello: No, no-
Bennett: Let me set the record straight right now. “Madman” Chase Rex was born bad and that makes him bad to the bone. Do you understand what I'm saying to you right now? There were times within that triple threat where Chase Rex looked like he had the victory all but locked up. He did have Harvey Yorke pinned out in the center of the ring, until Miss Thomas flew in to break it up with a top-rope leg drop.
Carter: That is true. Chase had just hit the now former EWC Television Champion with his flying top rope double stomp that he calls Goodbye and Goodnight. There's no telling if Yorke would have been able to get his shoulder up before the count of three.
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.
Aiello: Well, if Rex can pull off big maneuvers in key spots in this match-up then he might get the retribution that he's looking for. A contender like Rex is always looking for momentum – and if he can make Scott Grayse bleed in his debut – then Rex can say that he took the first step in righting the ship and perhaps will be contending again for that Television championship in the near future.
Carter: I guess we'll all get to see, right here right now on Monday Night Brawl and EWCTV!
DING DING DING
Valerie Lennox cheers Chase Rex on from ringside as Referee Josh Daniels clears the two men to begin the fight. Scott Grayse wastes no time barreling out of his corner with Helen in hand, looking for the literal knockout blow early with a Cranium Contusion. Rex sees the hammer shot coming a mile away and ducks it with ease. He kicks Grayse in the gut and hammer fists Helen right out of Grayse's hand. Rex then sweeps the hammer underneath the bottom rope with his foot where Valerie Lennox deposits it by the announcers table for safe keeping.
Bennett: Son o bitch, he nearly got Rex with that Hammer early!
Carter: The “Resident Madman” calls that the Cranium Contusion, Steve.
Aiello: Speaking of Helen, if you get hit in the head with Helen, you'll have a headache the size of Mount St. Helens.
With Helen out of the way, a more typical match begins to unfold. A pissed off Grayse comes back with a flurry of forearm smashes followed up by a European uppercut. The Sophisticated Man staggers back into the corner where he becomes a victim of a corner splash. When he falls down to the mat, Scott Grayse starts to go for a lateral press cover until he quickly remembers the rules of the match, instead deciding to work with some closed-fist knuckle shots to the forehead area of Rex. Rex covers up before too many of the blows land, keeping himself out of danger of being busted open for the time being. Rex shoves Grayse off but Grayse comes back with a dropkick right on the top of the head. As Chase Rex falls over to the mat, his hands go straight to the forehead area, covering it up.
Aiello: Chase Rex is covering up, could he be busted open already?
Bennett: That would suck.
Carter: It's not entirely outside the realm of possibility, Joe. And Steve, considering how badly Chase Rex must want to right the ship, losing this early in this match would be a downright embarrassment!
The Referee checks on Chase Rex.
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Chase Rex is clean and the match continues!
Rex immediately rolls over onto his side as the match continues. Grayse comes up from behind and begins laying the boots down on Rex, but Rex manages to roll out of the way. Rex back up to his feet, Grayse goes for an irish whip but it's countered instead. Grayse bounces off of the ropes and attempts to return with a big boot but Rex ducks that, too. Grayse turns but Rex catches him in the center of the ring with an inverted powerslam that draws a reaction from the audience.
This gives Rex some much needed rest time and swings the momentum right back his way. He picks himself up as Valerie coaches him from ringside. A double-underhook double-knee gutbuster drives the air out Scott Grayse's lungs and perhaps makes the man rethink his career. It's clear that Chase is a little bit frustrated at this point as he knees beside Grayse and attempts to throw hard elbows into Grayse's forehead much the same way as Grayse did he a few moments sooner, but Grayse is close enough to the ropes that he is able to pull himself to the outside via the bottom rope.
Bennett: Now that was more along the lines of what I was expecting out of the Sophisticated One.
Aiello: That double-underhook double-knee gutbuster is always a thing of beauty whenever Chase Rex can pull it off – it's one of those big-time maneuvers that always seems to be able to turn the tide in a matchup.
Carter: Or keep things heavily swung in your favor, Joe; which is exactly what Chase Rex needed. I just want to remark about the ring presence of the EWC rookie, able to grab the ropes to pull himself out of harms way there.
As soon as Scott Grayse's feet touch the padded floor, Valerie hightails it clear over to the far side of the ring for cover. Grayse leans against the barricade for some support while catching a breather, but Chase Rex rolls out of the ring with no intentions of allowing Grayse to rest himself back into this match up. Rex with a gut stomp follows up by grabbing Grayse and slams his face down into the top of the barricade. Grayse clutches his forehead but rolls off and away from danger for the time being.
Grayse checks his own hand for blood and the referee can clearly see that their isn't any, but this doesn't stop Rex from swooping in to take Grayse down with a clothesline. Grayse leaves a sweat imprint of his body on the mat and once again is struggling for each breath after another hard impact effects his ribs and midsection. Chase Rex, ever the calculated one, pulls Grayse up to his feet and sends him into the ringpost with a hard irish whip - face first.
Carter: Oh my god, did you hear that impact? The Extreme Wrestling Corporation fans here in Rogers Place cheering and are on their feet!
Bennett: I don't know who couldn't hear that impact! The damn ringpost is ringing like the liberty bell!
Aiello: Josh Daniels is making his way over to Scott Grayse right now – I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if this match is over!
The referee checks on Scott Grayse.
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Grayse refuses to move his hand away from his forehead at first, but Josh Daniels insists.
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Grayse moves his hand, his forehead clean. The match continues!
Carter: Is Scott Grayse bleeding?
Aiello: Daniels says no, so I suppose that this match will go on.
Carter: I don't know how, but alright. The skin on Grayse's forehead must be as thick as cowhide, that's all that I know.
When Rex realizes that the match isn't over, he takes a straight line right to where Grayse is laying. Grayse sees Rex making a charge and somehow has the wherewithal to throw a boot up to catch Rex in the knee, sending him falling into the barricade next to the ramp way.
Rex hits ribs first, and it takes Grayse next to no time at all to get back to his feet to start laying the fists to Rex's forehead once more. Rex grabs Grayse by the back of the head and drives his knee upward into Grayse's ribcage, and now they're having a full-on brawl.
Rex tries to slam Grayse forehead first into the top of the barricade, but Grayse blocks and drives the point of his elbow into Rex's ribs. Grayse grabs Rex by the head and smashes him forehead first into the barricade. Rex bounces off quickly staggering away and the referee is right there to see if Rex is bleeding or not but his forehead remains clear.
Bennett: The shots that these two men are delivering to one another are intense – both men want to bust their opponent wide open and bring that all important victory home.
Aiello: This isn't just about winning at this point, Steve, although that remains the goal. The way Grayse smashed Rex's head into the barricade made it seem like that he was trying to crack Chase Rex's skull!
Grayse gives chase on Rex and takes him down with a lariat laying him out on the floor below. Grayse then hops up onto the ring apron and dives off with a ringside version of his top rope elbow drop known as the Faces of Grayse.
Carter: That looked like the Faces of Grayse! Except he delivered it from the ring apron down to the floor.
Aiello: The point of his elbow connected with the exposed forehead of Chase Rex there. Rex could very well be bleeding!
The referee checks on Chase Rex.
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Rex is carefully rolled over by the ref, and the referee checks over his forehead for any signs of cuts.
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Chase Rex's forehead is cut-free. The match continues!
Bennett: But he's not. Look how relieved sweet Valerie is.
Scott Grayse takes a moment to play to the crowd before pulling Chase Rex back to a vertical base. Grayse knees Rex in the gut looking for the Cradle Piledriver known as Shattered Dreams but Rex is able to shove himself out of harms way and rolls back into the ring. Grayse follows close behind. Rex back up first inside the ring, he catches Grayse with a kick to the face just as he was pushing himself up off of the mat. Grayse clutches his mouth as he ends up against the ropes. Chase Rex hoists Grayse up onto his shoulders and drills him with a detonation kick on the way down. Again the kick catches Grayse squarely in the mouth.
Aiello: That Fireman's Carry into Detonation Kick is known as the Memory Lapse!
Carter: If I was kicked in the head as hard as Scott Grayse just was by Chase Rex, I'd lose my memory too.
The Referee checks right away on the mouth area of Scott Grayse, but Grayse purses his lips as he shoots back up off of the mat. He takes Chase Rex by surprise with a clothesline that takes both men back over the top rope and have them stumbling back out towards the floor near Valerie Lennox and where Helen is stashed. Rex crawls towards Valerie who helps him back up to his feet while Grayse crawls towards the hammer. Grayse is the first back to his feet with the hammer in hand, and he eyes up Valerie who is the only other one fully up at this time. Valerie's eyes widen as Grayse looks at her with a sadistic grin, bloody hammer in hand.
Bennett: If she knows what's good for her, Valerie will get out of there!
Carter: I second that notion. I don't think anyone's safe with that hammer wielding maniac at ringside!
“The Sinister Psychopath” starts to go after Valerie, but Chase Rex pops back up and grabs Grayse by the arm. Scott Grayse turns and swings for the fences with Helen aimed directly at Rex's head! Rex ducks, and Helen comes in contact with the ring post! There's a loud reverberation that echoes throughout the arena and Scott Grayse is clutching his wrist in pain. Chase Rex snatches him from behind looking for a Sophisticated Hold, but Grayse drops down quickly and in doing so he pulls Chase Rex face first into the ring post. Chase Rex falls down to his back on the mat, and the referee runs over to check on him.
The referee checks on Chase Rex.
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Rex is stirring while on his back on the padded mats. The referee down on one knee next to him.
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Aiello: Is that what I think it is?
Carter: It is, Joe. Chase Rex is bleeding! This match is over – Scott Grayse wins!
Both Chase Rex and Scott Grayse appear as though they're ready to go another ten rounds, as Rex pulls himself back to his feet and Grayse has his fists up. Josh Daniels has to get between them and stop them from fighting as he declares Scott Grayse the winner.
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: The winner of the match, by first blood – SCOTT GRAYSE!!!
Bennett: Son o Bitch, what an excellent match. I just wish Josh Daniels would let these two men continue to duke it out. Incredible. This is what makes EWC live up to its extreme namesake.
Carter: Absolutely! ...and what about Scott Grayse coming through big on his debut here on Monday Night Brawl? A huge victory there, showing the athleticism and the toughness needed to chop down Chase Rex here tonight.
Aiello: There were moments in this match granted that either man could have busted the other one open, but eventually someone has to bleed. It's the type of match that you love to win and you hate to lose, but not everything is within your control. That being said, Scott Grayse should be proud of the performance that he put on tonight, regardless of what anyone's feelings are about First Blood. He came out and got the job done, and it just so happened to be that contact with the ring post that finished things off for him.
Bennett: Well now that this is over, what do we have next? A No-disqualification match, hmm? It is my kind of night!
Carter: Yes, Crazy J takes on Red Hot Eddie Crank in a No-DQ match. But I believe we're going to cut to commercial break first. We'll be right back after this quick word from our sponsors!
NO DQ
CRAZY J
VS EDDIE CRANK
Aiello: We have witnessed some great matches tonight, now we are going to be expecting a vicious one!! We have the X-Division champ and a man that calls himself Crazy.
Bennett: Crazy?? I expect one of these two to get lunatic!!!
Carter: And it is what these fans are waiting for!!!!
Jessica: The following match is going to be a non title NO DQ Match!!!!
The arena lights darken as E.B.A.H. by Tech N9ne starts. A red spot light shines as fog comes from the ramp and Crazy j steps out with baggy camo shorts and a red and black Crazy J hockey jersey. Crazy j face is painted and he walks to the ring he does not acknowledge the fans. When Crazy j enters the ring he rocks back and forth in the corner.
Jessica: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 325 pounds! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan!! Representing Zero Tolerance!!! Crazy J!!!
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: And his opponent!! Standing in at 5’11 and weighing in at 165 pounds!! Hailing from Dublin, Ireland!! He is the current X-Division champion!! Eddie Crank!!!!!
Carter: These two guys have had vicious matches on Stars and Stripes!! A lot of violence in their triple threat matches and whereas Crazy J lost and Crank won. I wouldn’t bet against the man from ZT to be a cakewalk for the champ!!
Bennett: This man is insane yo!! And I like it!!!
The referee tells the two men to get to their corner as he hands the X-Division championship belt to the outside before turning his attention back to the competitors.
DING! DING! DING!
Telling them to get it on as this causes the two men to circle each other. The champion claps his hands as the fans react to it by clapping their hands as well when J tells him to get face to face with him. Knowing Crank doesn’t back down from anything and gets in the face of the bigger man and J starts to push him in the chest and continues the big talk
Aiello: I don’t think that this is a wise decision, we all know how Crank reacts to this….
Suddenly we see the fast kicks emerge out of nowhere from Crank, hitting the outer leg of J before following it up with series of chops to the chest. He then follows it up with an Irish Whip that Crazy J reverses and ducks a clothesline that J executes after Crank comes off the ropes. Crank comes off the ropes from the other side and executes a jumping back elbow off the ropes and connects to the jaw of Crazy J. this sends him staggering in the ropes and is tied up to the ropes with both arms.
Bennett: Damn this Crank always gets to ya!! Come on J!!
Carter: It’s the champion and don’t try to match speed with him!! Crazy J needs to wear him down!!
Crank starts to drive elbows into the face of Crazy J before kicking him in the ribs several times. He then turns around and runs to the other side of the ring and comes off the ropes charging towards J and sets him up for a splash into the ropes. But J lifts his foot up and kicks him in the midsection hard.
Causing Crank to fall on the canvas as J slowly gets his arms out of the ropes and grabs the champ by the head. Bashing it a few times into the canvas before picking him up and tossing him to the outside where he follows him to the outside.
Aiello: What is this crazy madman about to do??
Bennett: It won’t be delivering a serenade to the champion that’s for sure!!!
J bashes the back of Crank before grabbing him by the head and tights and whips him into the security railing head first. Causing the neck to snap backwards and Crank holds on to his neck in pain as J stands over him smiling. He grabs Crank by the head and sets him up for a Snap Suplex on the concrete floor and delivers the move.
He gets to his knees as J stares at the crowd who are cheering the champion, trying to get him back in the match as others are clearly ZT fans and cheering the man on. J grabs Crank by the head and rolls him in the ring while holding on to his head as he keeps that one across the ring apron. Driving a few elbows across the chest before climbing on the ring apron and drives a leg drop across the chest.
Carter: Good God!! That’s 325 pounds being driven across the chest of the champion across the hardest part of the ring!!!
Crazy J stares at the crowd as he slowly crawls in the ring and waits for Crank to react and to get back in the ring. The camera’s zoom in on the face of Crank as he is holding on to his neck and has issues breathing. He slowly gets to his feet and rolls in the ring where J is waiting him and drives series of knees into the side of his head and to the painful neck.
He grabs him by the arm and lifts him up as he lifts him up for a Powerslam, but Crank manages to slide out of his grip and delivers a shotblock to the back of J’s leg. This causes J to grab his leg in pain as Crank is able to catch some well deserved breath and recover from the onslaught that his opponent put him through earlier the match.
Aiello: Great counter from the champion, let’s see whether he can capitalize on this move.
Carter: Well if you take away the leg and the leg strength, not much that this power house can do to you if he can’t stand.
Crank grabs the painful leg and pulls on it a few times before kicking it against the inner thigh of the leg before wrapping the leg in a standing single leg grapevine, putting pressure on the painful leg as the referee is checking n J whether he wishes to give up.
Crazy J tries to reach the head of the champion, but he is out of reach as he puts pressure on his ankle as well as he pulls on the foot and pulls on it in a unnatural position. J drops his arms on the canvas as the referee starts to count it.
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J manages to get his shoulder up in time as he starts to grab the bottom rope, but seeing it is a no dq match that the ref can’t break the hold by this. J tries to kick him out of the grip of the champ by using his other leg, but Crank pulls on the leg and causing J to be dropped in the middle of the ring and then Crank goes for the cover.
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J kicks out at the final moment, causing the three count to be broken. Crank grabs both legs and sets him up for a submission hold, but just as he goes for the move it is J that grabs him by the head and executes him with a small package as the referee goes for the three count
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Crank manages to kick out at the final moment as both men get to their feet, J is obviously slower to his feet as Crank delivers his spinning Elbow KO to the side of J’s head. J drops hard to the canvas as Crank rolls him up for the cover.
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Aiello: NO!!
Bennett: UNBELIEVABLE!!! He kicked out of the Dethroning!!
Crank looks up at the referee, asking him if he made a mistake or not, but the referee shows him that J got his shoulder off the canvas somehow and broke the three count. Crank turns his attention towards J and starts to punch away with rights and lefts, breaking through the defense of J that attempts to get his arms up to protect his face.
Crank gets up as he grabs the head of Crazy J, trying to get to his feet as J pokes him in the eye before delivering a DDT in the middle of the ring. Both men are exhausted as J is on his back and Crank flattened face first on the canvas as the referee checks on the men and starts to use the ten count. Finally Crazy J gets up to his feet slowly at the count of seven before rolling outside of the ring and grabs a lead pipe and rolls back in the ring.
There he blasts the pipe across the back of Crank as he is slowly starting to stir, he follows it up by wrapping the pipe across the throat of Crank, choking him out as Crank is trying to break him free from the tight grip. But that is short lived as J jumps up in the air and lands hard on the back of the champion.
Crazy J grabs the head of Crank and attempts to wrap it in a figure four leg lock like vice across the neck as he puts pressure on him before pulling the head back as it is being pressured against the knee of his other leg.
Aiello: Neck Cutter!!!
Bennett: Are we going to witness Crank to submit to a submission hold?
Carter: That would be a first!!!!
J scrams at the referee to call for the bell as he checks on the face of the champion before grabbing his arm, lifting it up and dropping it hard. But before the referee can do anything else it is Crank that grabs the lead pipe in a last effort as his face is starting to turn purple before blasting it across the knee of J. Causing the member of ZT to scream out in pain and letting go off the hold as Crank drops the pipe and catches some gasps of oxygen into his body before turning his attention towards Crazy J. He grabs his legs and then rolls through on top of him while holding the legs in a pinning combination.
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Aiello: The Flying Dubliner!!!
Crank covers J as the referee starts to use the three count once more.
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DING DING DING!
Crank rolls off of Crazy J and holds on to his neck as he is clearly still in pain as the referee raises his arm in victoryJessica: The winner of this match by pinfall!! Eddie Crank!!!!
Carter: What an incredible match!!! I thought J had him!!!
Bennett: This mad fucker is going far in this fed, tonight wasn’t his night tho!!!
Carter: I wonder if our Main Event can even follow this match!!
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
VALORA THOMAS
VS AMIS SHELTON
VS AMIS SHELTON
Aiello: This has been a spectacular show tonight, Folks! The people in the audience have certainly gotten their money’s worth tonight!
Bennet: For once, Joe, I think we can agree on something! This has been a Monday Night Brawl I’d have LOVED to be a part of.
Carter: No lie! No lie at all!
Aiello: Still, with that said, the main event really should be something.
Carter: After Scar and Stripes debuted just a few days ago, I’m surprised either of these competitors can walk.
Bennet: A whelp like you WOULD say that, wouldn’t you? You don’t get to the top by being some sonuvabitch who taps out every time he gets a widdle scrat--
Aiello: Both of you simmer down, the match is about to start.
Jessica Stroup: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO THE MATCH YOU’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, A FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE BOUT BETWEEN AMIS ‘FN’ SHELTON, THE DREAM EATER HIMSELF, AGAINST VALORA, THE KARATE CUTIE, THOMAS!
Jessica Stroup: FIRST OUT, AT ALMOST SIX FOOT TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED POUNDS.. SPRINGFIELD’S OWN, 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.
Bennet: Finally! We get to see a REAL competitor take out the garbage over here. I’m tired of little girls wearing fake belts and stealing the real deal from actual competitors.
Carter: Biased much, Bennet? Thomas earned her belt with blood, sweat, and tears.
Jessica Stroup: ANNNNND OUR CURRENT TELEVISION CHAMPION AND THE PRIDE OF PHOENIX, ARIZONA HERSELF! VALORA, THE KARATE CUTIE, THOOOOOMAS!
"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, much to the annoyance of the highly unimpressed Shelton who gives a somewhat mocking ‘golf clap’ while watching her.
Aiello: Valora’s looking good after her knockdown dragout with Yorke in what could only be described as a battle of good and evil in the squared circle!
Bennet: The man was ROBBED Joe!
Aiello: I can’t agree with you Bennet, that was a contest of wills. The abyss stared into the girl, and it was first to blink.
Bennet: And you people call me dramatic..
DING! DING! DING!
The two immediately go at eachother like two unstoppable forces colliding. Amis, looking to end it quick and use his inherent size and strength, charges at Valora with a spear in an attempt to end it fast, only to wind up eating the mat, so to speak, as the Karate Cutie ducks under his forward momentum, hitting his legs with a sliding baseball kick!
Aiello: A smart move by Valora! Using the man’s momentum against him!
Bennet: Oh, surprise, surprise, she’s being a little sneak!
Carter: Are you seriously calling someone out for being sneaky?
Valora, already springing to her feet, moves to capitalize on the fallen Shelton with an attempted curb stomp only to miss as the man rolls to the side, narrowly avoiding the kick to the back of his head and sends an abrupt shin kick towards the woman’s hip, slamming the bottom of his shin bone right into the cluster of her sciatic nerve, bringing her down to a knee, giving him time to reclaim his footing as he goes for a second kick, a classic Muay Thai styled blow aimed for the same leg he was working on.
Bennet: Look at the tactical genius of this man! Trying to disable her lethal legs early on in the match.
Aiello: It’s a sound strategy to be sure.
Carter: If Valora can take the title, she can take some school yard kicks to her legs!
Almost as if right on cue, Amis goes to throw a third kick, this time to the ribs of the almost downed woman, aiming for the back of her head, his patented ‘go to sleep’ kick at that, only to immediately regret it as Valora caught it and capitalized in a modified dragon screw legwhip to take the much bigger man down, letting the sound reverberate across the ring, going to capitalize on the man once more, Amis proves that he’s far from being down for the count as he rolls quickly to his stomach and springs forward, slamming himself up and into her with a slingshot spear from the apron!
Aiello: My god! These two are really battling it out from the start, constantly countering each other!
Bennet: GO AMIS, GO! C’MON YOU SON OF A BITCH
Amis was hauling Valora up her hair then, grabbing the dazed woman off of the apron only to opt to pick the smaller combatant up, making a run towards the ropes with her in his arms..
Aiello: He isn’t..
Bennet: The son of a bitch is! IT’S THE LAWN DART!
Carter: VALORA, GET OUT OF THERE!
Valora goes sailing over the top of the ropes and smashing into the ground outside of the ring, just barely managing to use her phenomenal athletic ability to turn it into a roll to keep the impact from possibly cracking her skull, or her neck! Still, it leaves her on the ground, disoriented, or at least Amis seems to think as he throws his arms up and charges at the ropes in reckless abandon, diving through those ropes in an attempt at a suicide dive only to..
Bennet: Oh no!
Carter: Oh yes!
BAM! Amis hits the ground where Valora was just moments before! Smacking into the ground, and hard, hard enough that the arena hears it! Still, Valora’s in pain, and her movements show it as she gets up to her feet, shaky as ever from the earlier punishment to her leg, and the impact to her back from the Lawn Dart she’d suffered as a result of Amis’s attempt to end this fight early.
Slowly, Amis aims to get up right as Valora makes a run at him to deliver a curb stomp, catching the leg that would’ve doubtlessly ended this fight, and quickly clamoring to his feet, he hoists her up by it, only to bring it down on his knee, furthering the damage to that leg but he didn’t stop there, as he lifted her up from the shinbreaker, he quickly turns it into a saito suplex!
Aiello: That leg might’ve been broken just then! Has Amis gone mad!?
Bennet: God, I hope so!
Quickly making the attempt to go for a pin, he slides on top of her outside of the ring as the Ref slides over..
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Valora kicks out of that three count, only to deliver a slam of her forearm directly into the pressure point along the muscles of his neck to knock the man off of her and to the side as she clamors to her feet, moving up quickly as she squared off with Amis once more. She held onto the dividers, clutching it as she stared off with the man who was making another run at her, only to launch herself off of the divider, using the momentum to guide her first towards his jaw in a Superwoman punch, clocking him right across the face, sending him back first against the ring apron!
Aiello: Amis is against the mat! This could be it, folks!
Bennet: Don’t count your chickens, this son of a bitch isn’t out!
Carter: Looks out to me, Buddy! Valora’s winding up for the Nat 20!
Valora moves in, hard paced, her body gathering up momentum for that aerial kick, aiming to end this hard paced fight that’s already taken its toil on her legendary legs! Winding up, leaping in the air, bringing her body across to SMASH her foot across Amis’s face, using her entire body as a fulcrum to smack him away from her and across the floor with an earth shattering SMACK!
Carter: Even the cheapseats heard that one!
Aiello: Indeed!
Bennet: Hey, wait, w-- What the hell is she doing?
Carter: What?
Bennet: She’s stepping back.
Almost as if possessed, Valora tilted her head to the side before straightening it and looked back towards the ramp, her lips curving into a smirk as she pointed towards the back, clearly making a gesture to someone before running forward, cocking her foot back and..
Bennet: IT’S THE GRAVE DANCER. WHAT IN THE HELL, WHY’S SHE USING HARVEY YORKE’S FINISHER?
Carter: She’s out here sending a message to Shelton AND to Yorke! She’s here to tell every heel out there what’s coming for t--
Bennet: Cool your heels, junior, Yorke is the last Son of a bitch you wanna piss off, and she’s here calling him out!
Aiello: Whether that was the Gravedancer or just a curb stomp, we’ll never know, but what we do know is, Shelton’s down for the count!
Quietly, Valora moves in for a relatively simple pin, hooking the leg and rolling over, the biggest damn grin possible across her face!
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Carter: SHE DID IT!
Bennet: She pulled out another hat trick, you mean! She’ll run out of those eventually!
Carter: Unlikely!
Jessica Stroup: WINNER OF THE MAIN EVENT, BY PINFALL, IT’S VALORA! THE KARATE CUTIE! THOMAS!
Carter: I can’t believe it! Even after the punishment she took on Scars and Stripes, she delivered a legendary beatdown!
Bennet: She got lucky and stunned Amis with that punch! And using another man’s finisher!? She should be D.Q’d!
Aiello: Thank you everyone for coming out! Good fight, good night! After the wrap up segment and a word from our sponsors, we’ll see you next show!
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The scene opens backstage with an absolute livid Victor Price storming the hallways
Victor: Where on Gods green earth is that summ bitch
Victor continues to charge down the hall, pushing people out of his way until finally coming face to face with Amis Shelton
Victor: You stupid summ bitch .. how fucking hard is it to win a damn match?
Amis shakes his head and attempts to walk past Victor
Victor: Don't you walk away from me boy .. I fucking made you .. and I will just as quickly end you
Amis stops .. pauses and then comes face to face with Price
Amis: You didn't make shit Vic. You fell into a job .. that is clearly too big for you, and I'm some sort of scape goat for you being a limp dick sack of shit
Victor: You better watch your tone with me you monkey fucking hasbeen
Amis: I busted my ass out there night after night, but you insessent bullshit in my ear every 10 fucking seconds is getting annoying. I'm not your lap dog. I'm not your bitch. Find another puppet because I'm done with you
Victor: Done with me? You lost twice, TWICE at Scars & Stripes .. I gave you Drake on a silver platter .. tonight you get your ass handed to you by a woman .. the same woman you double crossed .. Amis, you have nothing. You are nothing. No one will even remember your name in the morning. Your not even a hasbeen .. your a never was
Amis smiles .. pauses and then punches Victor three quick times in the face, busting open Victors nose
Victor: Oh your fucking fired. You are fucking fired .. YOU ARE FUCKING FIIIIIIIRED!
Amis wipes his hands in the air as if to say 'im done' and walks off as Victor screams for security to come
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END SCREEN
MATCH WRITERS
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DONKEY PUNCH
VS AWKWARD INC
WRITER: Vinnie
TY RANT
VS JOHN BLADE
WRITER: Emma Louise
THOMAS URIEL BATES
VS ERIK BLACK
WRITER: Rebel Rhodes
EMMA LOUISE
VS PETER DRAGON
WRITER: Hope Diamond
ABRAHAM FROST
VS ANDREW JACKSON
WRITER: Hope Diamond
SCOTT GRAYSE
VS CHASE REX
WRITER: Maggie Lockheart
CRAZY J
VS EDDIE CRANK
WRITER: Vinnie
VALORA THOMAS
VS AMIS SHELTON
WRITER: Ty Rant
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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DONKEY PUNCH
VS AWKWARD INC
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Awkward Inc
TY RANT
VS JOHN BLADE
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Ty Rant
THOMAS URIEL BATES
VS ERIK BLACK
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Thomas Uriel Bates
EMMA LOUISE
VS PETER DRAGON
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Emma Louise
ABRAHAM FROST
VS ANDREW JACKSON
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Andrew Jackson
SCOTT GRAYSE
VS CHASE REX
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Scott Grayse
CRAZY J
VS EDDIE CRANK
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Eddie Crank
VALORA THOMAS
VS AMIS SHELTON
WINNER OF THIS MATCH IS: Valora Thomas
BRAWL #485 MVP IS: Eddie Crank
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