MNB #487 - Saint Paul (The Destroyer Returns.)

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WARNING:

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

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE #487 | JULY 24TH 2017

LIVE! from Xcel Energy Center in Saint Paul, Minnesota

EWC BRAWL
JULY 24TH 2017
LIVE! from Xcel Energy Center in Saint Paul, Minnesota
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 San Jose

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: Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Catharsis, Eddie Crank, Emma Louise, John Blade, Jonathan Sullivan, Kim Hunter, Valora Thomas, Peter Dragon, Chase Rex, Scott Grayse and finally current EWC Undisputed Champion Drake!

The opening pyros hit and here we go.




The energy in the  Xcel Energy Center is electrifying.

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

A chant begins of

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Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight. 

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

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

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

as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!

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

As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling. 

The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!

The fans stir in the audience seats at the camera pans around the arena. There is an air of intensity about, so thick that you can cut it with a knife. The camera slowly pans to the stage area next as a slow chant begins to pick up. The chant becomes louder, and then louder still, until the cries are deafening…

Fans: DEST-ROY-ER…… DEST-ROY-ER….. DEST-ROY-ER!!!!!

The camera now pans to ringside, towards the announcer table as we see Joe Aiello looking around the arena in amazement. He smiles, to the side of him is Carter and Bennett, both equally amazed.

Aiello: Can you believe this? Holy smokes… 

Bennett: This is crazy. These fans have turned out in droves for this show. Not one seat is empty! As a matter of fact, they are even standing up in the back! Tonight is going to be historic, and the EWC Nation knows this.

Carter: I have been in this business for a long time now, guys. If it has happened in that ring, I have seen it. Tonight though, the electricity in this arena, this is different. The most decorated competitor in the history of the EWC is returning to that ring. No one has made an impact like this individual had during his time in the company. The Destroyer of Worlds… has returned.

Aiello: With that being said, welcome to another exciting episode of Monday Night Brawl! Tonight, we have a huge card to experience. TEN matches…. TEN. Roman numeral X….. and X is the topic tonight.

Bennett: Xplode is the longest reigning champion in the history of the company. His retirement tour was the most televised affair in the history of the sport. Tonight, we are pleased to announce that the network has broken records in terms of ratings. This is simply amazing.

Aiello: I can’t help but wonder how this will play into the rest of the roster. Victor Price, the current General Manager, will surely have something to say about this moment. Will he opt to seek a friend out of Xplode… or a foe?

The lights suddenly dim down. The fans stand up and scream!

Carter: And…. It begins. Ladies and Gentlemen…. Xplode.

“I stand alone” by Godsmack begins to play! The entire arena erupts as the camera pans to the stage area!! The arena lighting shifts to a red hue as it zooms in on the entrance.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome, the Destroyer of Worlds and 2017 EWC Hall of Fame member… XPLODE

The fans scream loudly as a man walks out, his face shielded by the smoke on the stage area! The theme song picks up now as the man steps into view…

…and we see Victor Price.

All at once, the fans begin to boo loudly as Price smiles, his white teeth reflecting off of the lights! Placing his hands on his hips, he nods his head and slowly walks towards the ring.

Carter: OH COME ON!!! REALLY?!

Bennett: Classic. I love it. Price always has a plan. I don’t know how I didn’t see this coming.

Price walks down the ramp and arrives at ringside as the fans continue to cheer! He walks up the metal stairs and steps through the ropes, his muscles rippling under his tight button up shirt. Looking around him, Price nods his head as he motions for the music to end.

Aiello: These fans are pissed. This could get bad.

Pacing the ring, Price accepts the boos for a moment. Finally, he raises his hand and speaks:

Price: Fantastic. I mean, I really had you all going, didn’t I? I told you, my ultimate goal is to fill those seats and look, and that’s exactly what I have done! I mean, look at your face. I see tears!! This is great. You people are like sheep. Wait, let me get a selfie with this.

Price pulls out his cell phone and snaps a pic. The image appears on the video screen above the entrance.

Price: THAT is priceless. So, tonight we have a hell of a schedule planned for you all. So, relax. Let me make one thing clear before we start the show though. Xplode was contacted to appear tonight. That was true. Apparently, President Mac felt that we needed one of the EWC’s most OVERHYPED and OVER RATED Champions to step into this ring for some reason or another. Rest assured, I am looking out for your best interests. I left a message with that old geezer that his services were no longer needed. I don’t see how it benefits us to hype up Xplode in this new generation. His time is over. Honestly, if you ask me, it didn’t end soon enough. 

The fans continue to boo as Price paces the ring.

Price: I mean, yes, Xplode held the Undisputed Championship longer than anyone but haven’t we heard enough about it by now? Is it not enough that we have Drake prancing about in the same manner? Just the mere thought of Xplode being in my ring makes my skin crawl. I won’t stand for it. If he was here, right now, I would look him right in the eye and tell him to-

“The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play, sending the fans into a frenzy!!!

Carter: Mister Price… you just got your wish. Enjoy.

Bennett: Is it him?

The lights dim down…. Flames erupt from the stage…. And the theme song blasts loudly!! The fans scream in delight as Xplode emerges from the entrance area. He is dressed in a sharp suit. A thick beard adorns his face as he proceeds to stand at the edge of the stage!

Aiello: THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS HAS RETURNED!!!!

Looking out at the fans, they respond by bowing in respect towards the EWC legend! Xplode chews on a large wad of gum and nods back in return. He then glances at the ring as Victor Price paces in a rage! 

Xplode walks down the rampway, a smirk on his face. Once at the metal steps, he stops just once to glare at Price before stepping through the ropes. The entire arena chants “XPLODE!!” as X glares across the ring, his eyes not showing any sign of emotion. Once in the ring, X unbuttons his blazer and accepts a microphone! Both Price and X stare one another down as the theme song slowly fades out. The fans continue to cheer loudly. Price yells into the mic so that he is heard above the fans:

Price: Didn’t you get the message? You’re not needed here. Brawl is better off without you!! We no longer have to sit through your endless self promoting bullshit as you drag the industry into the depths of the sewer! I don’t know who the hell that you think you are but-

Xplode: You don’t know who I am? Let me fill you in then.

The fans stand up and completely lose it as Xplode steps up to Price!!

Xplode: My name… is Xplode. I am the best to ever step into this damn ring, proven ten times over. I have beaten the best, and done it all in this damn sport. My left shoe has more clout in this business than you do, so SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!

Price: WHAT THE-?!!!!!

Xplode: Judging by the look on your face, I am going to assume that you had a change of heart about telling me what ever it was that you were thinking of telling me?

Price: Do you expect me to be afraid of you? I mean, come on. What are you… 60 years old?!

Xplode: I am better at this age than I was when I was 20! You see, warriors never age out, Price. Every soul in that locker room understands that theory. You on the other hand, have no concept because let’s face it… you are just some douchebag in a cheap Walmart tracksuit.

The fans begin to laugh hard as Price shows his frustration.

Xplode: This show is mine tonight. You have been relieved of your position for the next 24 hours. So get the hell out of my ring!

Price: What… are you going to call security if I refuse to leave?

Xplode: Security?

Xplode removes his coat now as the fans cheer louder!!

Xplode: I have never needed security in my life. That won’t change today. Get the hell out before I throw you out. It’s your damn choice…

Both X and Price stare at one another. Finally, Price backs away and exits the ring, a look of tension on his face. 

Price: This isn’t over….

Xplode: Oh it is. Save your dignity and leave before I shove my hand up your ass and work you like a sock puppet….

Price backs away and heads towards the entrance as Xplode glares at him. The fans continue to cheer until he is out of sight. Satisfied, Xplode turns to the fans in the arena as they cheer him on.

Xplode: Welcome…. To Brawl.

Fans: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! BRAWL…. BRAWL…BRAWL!!!!

Xplode: It feels good to be back in this ring again. I have a lot of memories here. When I stepped away from the EWC at StrangleMania, I had every intention on never entering this ring again. Since that time, I have watched the EWC evolve. The new generation here as really brought the heart and soul back to this industry. Prime… FSW… Rampage… and even Brawl. It has never been a better time to be a EWC fan. I respect that.

The fans cheer loudly out of respect for the EWC.

Xplode: Tonight, we have ten matches scheduled to take place in this ring. Every damn superstar that competes exemplifies the very definition of what it takes to be a superstar. We will see that first hand tonight. Because this is what we do. This is the damn EWC…. and this …. Is…. BRAWL!!!

Xplode stares into the TV camera as it zooms in on his face.

Xplode: Let’s go old school tonight. By remembering the past, we can force ourselves to be greater. Let’s remember what this business is about. The glory. The legacy that we leave behind. The quest to be best to ever step into this ring. That’s why we do what we do. Let’s get it done.

Xplode tosses the microphone over his shoulder and walks out of the ring as his theme song kicks on once again. The fans cheer loudly and fireworks emit along the roof of the arena!

Carter: Damn… I missed that.

Bennett: Business has just picked up once again. 

Aiello: We will be right back after these short messages.

The fans continue to cheer as Xplode walks up the rampway and raises a fist over his head in respect. He exits through the stage and the feed slowly fades out..

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As we return from the commercial break, the feed cuts backstage to a loading area. After a few seconds of silence, a set of headlights appear in the distance, growing quickly in size as a black BMW i8 roars into view, making a beeline for the backstage area.

The car fishtails before screeching to a halt, burning rubber in the process. As the smoke clears, both the driver and passenger’s side doors open vertically, and the crowd roars as Ace King steps out from the driver’s side, accompanied by Shelley Silver from the passenger’s side. The doors close behind them, and just before they start making their way through the backstage area, Ace turns to Shelley with a shrug.

Ace King: Did they really think we’d miss this show?

Shelley couldn’t help but smirk as she walked in at Ace’s side. More than anything, she was just happy to be hanging out with him again. She still wasn’t sure when she was going to start competing again, but it was good to be back.

Shelley Silver: I’d hope not. Got to give the people something to talk about.

Ace King: Good call, Bonnie Raitt.

Shelley rolled her eyes with a smile, giving Ace a gentle punch in the arm, but before she can answer verbally, Ace Heart pops up out of nowhere, briefly startling ‘The Gambler.’

Ace King: Jesus, how the hell do you do that?

Ace Heart: Nose for news, I guess. Anyway, a moment of your time? Either of you?

Shelley couldn’t help but laugh, taking a deep breath.

Shelley Silver: Depends on what you’re asking.

Ace Heart: Well, I guess for starters, happy to see you both here. What brings you by?

Ace King: Are you kidding? It’s the return of an icon, right?

Appropriately, the crowd immediately bursts into a hearty ‘X!’ chant; King briefly conducts them in the chanting before turning his attention back to Heart.

Ace King: But seriously, wouldn’t miss this for anything. I obviously don’t have his track record, but I think Jaden and I have quite a few things in common…

Heart readies an interjection, but King’s quicker to cover the microphone with his hand while offering an annoyed scowl, taking Shelley’s hand into his other hand and holding it tightly.

Ace King: ...Not including that.

The crowd, knowing what King is referring to, buzzes at the shutdown, which leaves Heart momentarily speechless.

Ace King: ANYWAY, I’ve tried learning from his approach over the last few months, and the one thing I always admired about him was that, no matter who he was facing, he was ALWAYS prepared for the next challenge as well, and he didn’t just move on to the next victim. There’s a certain Irishman who may want to follow his lead.

A loud ‘OOOOOOOH!’ chant follows; King allows a smirk to briefly cross his face before narrowing his eyes.

Ace King: See, I’ve seen guys like Eddie Crank before. Do I respect what he does in the ring? Absolutely; I have Irish heritage myself, so I understand the fighting spirit. However, there’s one thing holding him back from fully realizing his potential: Tunnel vision.

There’s a palpable buzz after the last declaration; King firmly plants tongue in cheek for a moment as he figures out what to say.

Ace King: After Scars and Stripes, he probably thought he was done with me, but I’ve never been one to back off. Deep down, he knows it; I mean, that’s why he pinned Storm over me, right?

The smirk returns to King’s face as an ‘ACE!’ chant ramps up in the Xcel Energy Center.

Ace King: The problem with his approach is that, because he won that match, he assumes I’m just in the rear view like everyone else, and his God complex probably has him thinking he’s cruising to a shot at Drake and the Undisputed Championship in a month’s time.

King rolls his head on his shoulders, taking a breath as the boos rain down on the last declaration.

Ace King: He’s obviously got as good a shot as anyone else, and he’s free to look ahead as much as he likes… But eventually, he’ll hit a dead end, and whether it’s the Undisputed Championship tournament or his X-Division Championship, I’ll be waiting when he does.

Shelley nodded in agreement to Ace’s sentiments concerning Eddie Crank. She had some things that she could say about him, but she chose to hold most of it back.

Shelley Silver: And Mister Heart, before you ask, I am sorry to say that I will not be participating in the upcoming tournament.

Ace Heart: Is it because you are injured or are you…

Shelley held her hand up in Ace Heart’s face, stopping him mid-sentence.

Shelley Silver: No, it’s not that. I think we’re done here.

Shelley frowns, then takes her leave. King is left to simply shrug his shoulders at Heart before he follows a few seconds later, leaving Heart speechless.

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FIRST BLOOD MATCH
NICK JAMES
VS JOHN BLADE

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Carter: And now for our first match of the night!

Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA....

The lights dim in the arena as Switch begins to blare over the PA. As the bass drops, out from the back comes Nick James. He's in a cyan and yellow sweater and white pants, with "James" down the side in pink writing. He makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring, removing his sweater.

Jessica Stroup: NICK JJJJJAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!

Aiello: Nick James set to make his debut against John Blade here tonight.

Bennett: I like this kid's don't give a shit attitude so far. Very non-chalant.

Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT!!! FROM WORCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS....

"See you again" hit's when he walked out onto the stage, wearing his trademark baseball cap and matching t shirt. With a salute to the crowd, he began running to the ring, where he slid in and quickly got to his feet and tossed his hat into the crowd. After a bit more posing, he removed his t shirt and also tossed it into the crowd to fight his Opponent.

Jessica Stroup: JOHN BBBBBLLLLAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDEEEEEE!!!

Carter: Say what you will about John Blade. He shows up night after night, ready to fight even when the odds are

The ref enters the ring, checks both men and rings the bell.

*DING DING DING!*

And while John Blade waves to a fan, Nick James takes full advantage of the distraction, bowling him over with a violent Lariat Takedown!

Bennett: Oooooo-huhuhuhu-oooooH!

Aiello: Devastating shot right off the bat from Nick James!

Carter: And he's not stopping there!

"GET UP BLADE BOY, TIME TO GET SAVAGE!!!" Yells James as he picks up John and sets him up on his shoulders. Nick James gets a running start for the turnbuckle, intending to deliver A Savage Ending, but John manages to flip forward off of Nick's shoulders, tucking and rolling to a stand.

Aiello: Nice save!

Bennett: Even dumbnuts can get lucky every now and then.

Blade snaps off on the ropes as Nick James comes at him with another Lariat, only this time John ducks, catches Nick from behind and snaps off an impressive backdrop suplex, dumping the man on his head.

Aiello: Both men are on their feet, Nick James cardling his neck a bit from that steep back drop now.

Carter: Again, the man works hard in that ring.

Bennett: Success not withstanding, right?

Blade never stops moving either, bounding into the ropes, waving his hand in front of his face with the "You can't see me" and then dropping his fist right on Nick James!

Aiello: Five Knuckle Shuffle!

Carter: John Blade is on fire tonight!

As Blade bounds for the ropes again, Nick James gets up with an angry scowl on his face. As John hits the rebound, he hits John with a Double Axe Handle blow to the head, dropping him to the canvas with a bit of a momentum fueled skid. John shoots up to his feet, stumbling a bit and turns right into a scoop lift and slam, followed by a stomp to the head.

Bennett: And just like that, John's shutdown because NICK JAMES, BITCH!

Aiello: But he didn't finish J.B. off and now James is on his feet, pulling John Blade up to a stand.

Hoisting a stunned John up, Nick starts peppering his face and torso with alternating jabs, each progressively getting stronger and stronger until a shot sends John staggering into the ropes.

Carter: Nick is just hammering John with those punishing lefts and rights!

John bounces off the ropes and suddenly catches Nick by the legs and hoists him up on his shoulder with an angry roar, his face turning red as veins start popping on his neck, forehead, arms, and chest.

Bennett: HOLY HELL!

Carter: JOHN'S GOING FOR THE RAZOR BLADE!!!

As John holds him there, quivering with rage, Nick catches him several times with elbows to the face over and over, until John staggers and releases him. Nick James slips free and heads into the ropes. On the rebound, he catches John right on the back of the head with a VICIOUS Lariat that rocks him right off his feet!

Bennett: LARIATTT-OOOOO!!

Carter: Nick James just took John Blade off his feet with a second and even more powerful Lariat!

Aiello: And now Nick James is climbing the top rope!!!

As he climbs to the top turnbuckle, Nick shouts to the crowd, "BECAUSE I'M !" John Blade rolls himself over, cradling the back of his neck as Nick leaps from the turnbuckle, roaring, " YYYYYEEEAAAAHHH!!!" His elbow smashing right into John's chest with a brutal impact.

Aiello: Nick James knows how to drop that elbow with devastating effect and now he's got John up....

...and Nick promptly scoops his dazed foe onto his shoulders, gets a fast walking start and hurls John into the Turnbuckle with a Buckle Bomb. John hits it with incredible force that sends him staggering right into a Perfect Plex!

Carter: A SAVAGE ENDING!!!

JB Slowly gets up.. wobbling. He lunges forward just as James shoots at him with a flying knee to the face!!! JB is out cold, rolling on to his back. Blood pours from his nose as he looks to be seeing stars!!!

*DING DING DING*

Jessica Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH... NICK JAMES!!!

"YYYYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" Roars Nick James as he throws his arms up into the air in celebration. His theme music explodes over the P/A system and his head rocks back and forth to the beat.

Aiello: Nick James just made that first step in EWC, earning himself a debut victory and making that all important first impression. Hell of a way to bust JB open!!

Bennett: Yeah John Blade kinda' surprised tonight, won't knock it, but you can't beat NICK JAMES, BITCH!

Carter: While that can be disputed, we will say that tonight, he was certainly too much for John.

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The EWC cameras return backstage and immediately catch the American Hero in his stride as he makes his way through the halls on his first week off in over two months. He is dressed simple, a black ‘seal team 6’ t-shirt, blue jeans and his International title slung over his shoulder. He had watched the show from the comfort of his locker room but stepped out to get some drinks for himself and his son. In his hands are two ice cold cans of Dr. Pepper.

As the International champion makes his way down the hall his attention is called upon by one of the newer prospects on the roster, Nostalgia. Nostalgia seemed to be heading in the opposite direction to his match but then takes a moment of his time to speak to Andrew Jackson who is surprised by the gesture.



Nostalgia: Hey there man. The name is Nostalgia, pleasure to meet you.

Nostalgia stretches an arm out to Jackson who calculates the gesture, he stares at the hand and then looks back at the man before he transfers both cans to his left hand and gives Nostalgia a soggy handshake.

Jackson: Do I know you from somewhere man?

Nostalgia almost turns red with surprise that he may been found out. But immediately conducts himself properly

Nostalgia: Not at all man, it’s a pleasure to meet you Andrew.

Jackson: Alright; to what do I owe this pleasure then?

Nostalgia: Well, I just wanted to congratulate you on your strap. It’s not the most honorable award you have received in your life but it’s worthy of praise.

The Ex-Seal man almost blushes but he holds it back and only muster a twitch of a smile.

Jackson: Thank you, I really do appreciate it.

Nostalgia: Well it is now time for Newmann to suffer as any losing side to a battle does.

Jackson: Yeah, Good luck… You sure I don’t know you from anywhere?

Nostalgia: Positive!



With that said Nostalgia heads to his match, smiling to himself hoping Jackson doesn't put the pieces together as Jackson stares at him puzzled, pondering where he could have recognized the fellow from.

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SINGLES MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS NEWMANN

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Bennett: So what's the next match up?

Carter: Nostalgia versus Newmann, a young up and comer who is looking to make a real name for himself tonight.

Bennett: Good luck, he's up against the classic act monster that is, Nostalgia.

Aiello: And Nostalgia is looking to make up for his tap out defeat at the hands of Cyrus Black last week.

Bennett: Hey you can't blame him for tapping out! Better tappin' than snappin' afterall.

Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM PINE BARRENS, NEW JERSEY.....

‘Game of Thrones’ – Ramin Djawadi echoes throughout the arena for a few seconds before Nostalgia walks onto the ramp from backstage with arms above his head forming an X. As he gets to the center of the stage, he brings his arms down and taps on his chest twice, then throws his arms out before taking a knee. Pyrotechnics explode around him, after a few seconds Nostalgia explodes through the pyrotechnics and raises throws his right fist in the air with pride, giving the fans the chance to notice his black T-shirt displaying Nostalgia sitting on the Iron Throne featured on the hit show Game of Thrones, with a Great Horned Owl on his arm. He jogs down the ramp, hops on the apron, then over the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring walks around peering into the crowd before taking his corner.

Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX-FEET AND SEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHT POUNDS.... THE PROPHET OF PAIN... NNNNNNOOOOOSSSSSTTTTAAAAAALLLLLLGGGGGIIIIAAAAA!!!!

Bennett: What'd I tell ya'? CLASS!

Aiello: Why don't you marry him, Steve?

Carter: If you like it, then you shoulda' put a ring on it.

Bennett: Oh har har har, screw you!

Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT!!!! FROM SIN CITY!

Vengeance on my Mind echos throughout the arena as Newmann comes out from the back sporting a chain wrapped around his fist and an American Flag in his other hand. He has headphones on getting himself ready for the battle thats about to commence. He doesn't let any reaction from the crowd get past his headphones. he looks down on the way to the ring.

Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FEET EVEN AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND ELEVEN POUNDS!

He pays no attention to her announcement, Plants the Flag next to the ring and then slides into it. He spins the chain around his finger and takes off his headphones with his head fully in the game. He hands the Headphones and the Chain to the ref and goes to his corner, patiently waiting for the match to start.

Jessica Stroup: NNNNNNEEEEEWWWWWWWMMMMMMAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!!!!

Bennett: He looks like a scrawny kid covered in crappy tats! Does he even give one iota of a crap or does he just like looking like trash from the bottom of a hotel dumpster shute?

Aiello: Appearances aren't everything, Predator. There's much about Newmann that all of us, including Nostalgia, that's completely unknown. Just as knowlege is power, so too is the mystery of the unknown. It's hard to get a leg up on an enemy you don't know or understand.

Newmann and Nostalgia both size each other as the Referee slips into the ring. The Ref promptly motions for the bell.

*DING DING DING!*

The two men circle one another, gradually closing the gap between the two until they both went for the lock up. Newmann surprises with a quick uppercut, followed by a jumping elbow to the side of Nostalgia's head. The big man staggers back, clutching at his cheek as Newmann presses his advantage by peppering Nos's body trunk with a variety of punches and strikes, ending the encounter with a hard enziguri that nearly sends Nostalgia flailing through the ropes!

Bennett: Tha' hell?!

Carter: Newmann winning the opening exchange with a variety of combination strikes that nearly sent Nostalgia to the arena floor!

Aiello: And he's not done yet!

As Nostalgia pulls himself up, half seated on the second rope while his arms grip the top, Newmann backflips with a Pele Kick that catches Nos right in the head and finishes the job, sending him straight to the arena floor in a heap!

Carter: Down the big man goes!

Aiello: Newmann timed that Pele kick perfectly! Nostalgia quick to recover on the floor and Newmann backing up now...

Newmann backs up and runs for the ropes, dropping down with a baseball slide, only for Nostalgia to grab the ring apron and trap him in it! From there, Nostalgia proceeds to violently hammer Newmann with brutal body shots and clubbing blows to the back as his smaller opponent tries to turtle up and protect himself. A random thumb to the eye would force Newmann's cover to drop, opening up to a series of European uppercuts until finally he falls down through the apron and to the floor. He then rolls into the ring and back out amidst referee warnings the entire time.

Bennett: Yeah, didn't see that coming, did ya' Newbie?

Carter: What a vicious Assault on Newmann using the ring apron as a trap!

Aiello: I'm surprised he didn't get disqualified!

Bennett: He milked the five count ya' mooks. Nostalgia is all about class and high intelligence! You guys didn't even see the eye gouge, HA!

Nostalgia practically yanks the dazed Newmann from his apron trap right into a T-bone hold and back bridges with a fast and dirty T-Bone suplex!

Aiello: The physical power of Nostalgia on display here. He practically ripped Newmann right from between the apron and banner with that T-Bone Suplex!

Carter: I'll never take anything away from the man's wrestling skills, but the dirty pool... does he really need to fight dirty?

Nostalgia rolls back into the ring, breaking the ten count and rolling back out to viciously kick a rising Newmann in the face, sending him sprawling into the ring barricade. There, he picks him up, taunting him mercilessly the entire time. Just as he's about to slam his face into the barricade, Newmann hits him with a hard elbow to the ribs, halting his progress and instead sends Nos's face into the steel!

Aiello: Newmann manages to pull himself together and hit a quick last ditch effort to save himself!

Newmann turns and slides back into the ring, taking a moment to give himself a breather while Nostalgia staggers, trying to shake off the stars from getting his forehead smacked HARD into that steel.

Bennett: Get it together man! We've all eaten steel barricade at some point.

Aiello: ...and we've all had that odd moment where you hit it just right and suddenly there's stars in your vision. Remember that anyone can even be knocked out by a random hit in this sport. That's what you call, a lucky break for Newmann.

Carter: And now he's doing the smart thing, putting distance between himself and his opponent trying to get the air back in his lungs while Nostalgia fights to recover!

It doesn't last long as Nostalgia turns, gives his head one last shake as he hear's the ref hit lucky number seven in his ring out count. He darts for the apron, climbs it and slides through the ropes, right into an onslaught of knees and elbow strikes from Newmann!

Aiello: Damn! Newmann takes a breather and all of a sudden he's a man on fire!

Bennett: Ok, I'll give him this much, Newbie bounces back pretty quick.

Suddenly Nostalgia lashes out with a hand and shoves Newmann back with a one handed pancake, sending him right into a backroll. Newmann continues his assault, coming fast only to take a hard right hook to the face, followed by Nostalgia spinning around and completely rocking him off his feet with a Clothesline from Hell!

Aiello: shove back AND THERE'S THE PUNCHLINE!!!

Bennett: It's all about that BOOMSHAKA-LAKA MOFUGGA!!! PIN HIM AND GET PAID!!!

Nostalgia rises to a stand, shaking his head and grinning with evil intentions.

Aiello: Oooh my, what's he going do?

Wasting no time, Nostalgia drops down and despite Newmann's dazed attempt at a struggle while half-conscious, he locks on a deep Anaconda Vice!

Bennett: The walls are closing in....

Carter: CLAUSTRAPHOBIA LOCKED IN!!! Can Newmann fight out of it?!

His free arm flails as Nostalgia continues to maneuver, keeping Newmann from raking his face or striking him until finally cinching it up just a little bit tighter. Just before Newmann starts to fade, he slaps Nostalgia's arm, effectively tapping out.

*DING DING DING*

Jessica Stroup: YOUR WINNER BY TAP OUT, NNNNNNOOOOOOOSSSSSSTTTTTAAAAAALLLLLGGGGGIIIIIIAAAAAAA!!!!

Nostalgia's theme hit's the PA as he releases Newmann and rises to a stand, fists pumped in the air and a big smile on his face!

Bennett: CLASS BEATS TRASH EVERYTIME!!!

Carter: He lost last week, remember?

Bennett: MOST OF THE TIME!!! YEAH!!! *claps*

Aiello: *One could almost hear his eyes roll* An impressive win by Nostalgia, more than making up for the loss to Cyrus Black last week. We'll be back after a quick word from our sponsors!

Carter: Unbelievable...

The feed once again returns backstage where we see Victor Price pacing his office. With his phone pressed hard against his ear, he listens to the voice on the other end for a time. Finally, he comes to a dead stop and responds with a hard edge to his voice..

Price: AM I or AM I NOT.... the General Manager of Brawl?

Voice: Technically yes, Sir. The thing is that Xplode carries a certain weight to his-

Price: DON'T GIVE ME THAT FAN BOY BULLSHIT!!! I am perfectly aware of the respect that he has in the industry. Still, I am allowed to make changes to the card when I see fit... for the good of the program... yes?

Voice (Brief Pause): Yes... yes Sir.

Price: Good. Let the booking department and the production crew know that I am making that change. We are going to have a double main event tonight. I never got the change to wish a happy retirement to our Destroyer of Worlds. I am going to rectify that... big time.

Price tosses his call phone on to the desk and stares out the window. A smirk slowly etches it's way across his face...

Price: I got you now... you son of a bitch. You should have just stayed gone.

[MNB]

Ace Heart: I am now joined backstage by one of the newest members to the EWC roster Cyrus Black.

Cyrus Black comes into view of the camera, he is dressed smart tonight for a change.

Cyrus: Have you seen him? I am soooo pumped man you wouldn't believe. I feel like it's Christmas. Got my best clothes on and everything!

Ace Heart: Who?

Cyrus: What do you mean who? Jaden the legend Hunter A.K.A Xplode!!! I am so excited to finally meet the guy, honestly you have no idea....

Cyrus rubs his hands together as he looks around the hallway.

Ace Heart: No i haven't seen him. I was actually just going to ask about your match against Scott Grayse?

Cyrus: What.. who? Oh yeah him. The psychopath. Actually i think Scott's in the locker room right now giving Helen a good old stroke, cleaning her up real nice.

Cyrus buckles over with laughter and slaps Ace on the back.

Cyrus: No seriously but Ace, its simple, i'm gonna go out there tonight and have some fun like i always do and in the process i'm gonna run Scott Grayse ragged. Scott's never seen my silky moves but tonight he gets to witness me first hand doin ma thing. We are gonna do the tango yeah baby. 

Ace gives Cyrus a weird look.

Cyrus: I'm sorry man, i'm just super excitable tonight. Xplode will be watching my match, that's so cool. Everyone will be watching. Scott Grayse is my ticket into the number one contenders tournament for the EWC undisputed world title. You can bet on that.

Cyrus winks at Ace and then walks off down the hallway, asking everyone he passes if they've seen Xplode anywhere. Ace looks into the camera.

Ace Heart: Ok, back to you guys at ringside.

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SINGLES MATCH
SCOTT GRAYSE
VS CYRUS BLACK

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Carter: What a start we've had to Monday Night Brawl. Let's get to our next match, Jessica Stroup with the introductions.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Grand Rapids, Michigan. And weighing in at 250 pounds. Scott Grayse!

It becomes ominously quiet in the arena and everything goes black. The SkyTron lights up showing blood dripping from a hammer, Scott Grayses 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 where his next victim awaits. 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 hortific yell. The Sinister Psychopath slides into the ring and stands in the middle raising both arms as red fireworks shoot off.

Stroup: And his opponent from Carson City, Nevada. Weighing in at 230 pounds. Cyrus Black!

The whole arena goes dark for a moment, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp and music plays from the PA system.

"Life is a mystery..."

The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised above his head as he starts to clap.

"And it feels like home..."

The lights go up around the arena, two red pyrotechnics go off at either side of the stage as the chorus hits

"When you call my name

it's like a little prayer..."

Cyrus starts clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp, engaging with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.

"I'm down on my knees

I want to take you there..."

Sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, Cyrus shuffles from one corner buckle to another, continuously banging the palms of his hands together as the fans are on there feet clapping with him,

"Just like a prayer you know,

I'll take you there...".

Cyrus casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.

Bennett: I'd wipe that smile off my face if I was Cyrus. He's in there with a resident madman.

Aiello: Black is a very confident wrestler. He's looking to prove himself tonight against a man who went toe-to-toe with the Television Champ last week.

DING! DING! DING!

The two wrestlers start the match with a collar and elbow tie-up. Grayse pulls Black into a headlock, that Cyrus reverses by pushing Scott into the ropes. Scott returns and ducks under a clothesline. He bounces off the ropes and ducks under another clothesline from Cyrus before knocking him to the mat with a forearm smash.

Both men get back to their feet this time Cyrus ducks under a clothesline from Grayse and comes back off the ropes with a running back elbow that drops Grayse. Scott quickly gets to his feet and dodges a right hand from Cyrus. He grabs the arm of Black and whips him into the ropes. Cyrus ducks under a big boot from Grayse and drills him with an enziguri as he turns around. Cyrus makes the cover.

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Black grabs ahold of Scott's head and puts him in a sleeper choke hold. Scott fights up to his feet and breaks the hold with a couple of elbow shots to the mid-section. Grayse turns around and lifts Cryus up for a reverse atomic drop. Cryus gets slammed down on his feet and falls back into the ropes. Scott charges forward and catches him with a big boot that sends Cryus over the ropes and to the outside floor.

Aiello: This is not where Cyrus wants to be. The Sinister Psychopath loves when things get ugly.

Bennett: Well looks like it's about to get real ugly.

Scott Grayse rolls out of the ring and pulls off the padding, revealing the concrete. He catches Cyrus with a couple of right hands before bringing him in for a powerbomb. Cyrus counters and lifts Grayse over his head with a back body drop in the opposite direction of the concrete. Cyrus brings Scott back to his feet and rolls him into the ring.

Cyrus jumps onto the apron and calls for the crowd to get louder. He springboards off the rope and into the ring but gets caught with a dropkick, putting him back first on the mat. Grayse pulls Cyrus up and whips him into the turnbuckles. Grayse follows up with a flying splash and running bulldog that slams Cyrus face first into the mat. Grayse makes the cover.

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Carter: Grayse is really picking up some momentum here. I'm sure he's looking to put the lights out soon.

Bennett: He's looking perfect out there.

Grayse back to his feet and drops an elbow over the chest of Black. Grayse makes his way to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle. Black quickly hops onto the turnbuckles with him and starts to fire away a series of right hands. Black grabs ahold of Grayse and brings him back into the ring with a top rope superplex. Both men slam hard into the mat with Black slowly crawling over to Grayse and making the cover.

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Carter: Spoke too soon? Sounds like the predator counted the eggs before they hatched.

Bennett: What the hell are you even talking about kid?

Cyrus begins to signal for the end as he stands in the corner and sizes up Grayse. He comes forward with a running high kick but misses as Grayse side-steps him. Grayse lifts Black up and drills him with a GTS. Grayse makes the cover.

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Scott pulls Cyrus back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Cyrus slides under Scott and stands up behind him. Cyrus blows him a kiss as Scott's turning around and hits him a high dropkick. Scott stumbles back into the ropes and Cyrus grabs him for a belly-to-belly suplex. Scott breaks his hold with a strong headbutt to the face, he goes for an irish whip to the corner but Cyrus reserves it sending Scott chest first into the turnbuckles. Cyrus runs in and catches him with the Blackout to the back of the head. Scott drops to the mat and Cyrus makes the cover.

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*DING! DING! DING!*

Stroup: And your winner by pinfall. Cyrus Black!

Carter: Cyrus never backed down and took the fight right back at Grayse.

Bennett: He's lucky to leave with all his teeth still intact.

Aiello: Well that's all she wrote! Grayse gets Blacked out and Cyrus Black leaves with the victory. We'll be back with more Monday Night Brawl!

[MNB]

We head backstage where we see one of the world’s strongest men, and EWC Monday Night Brawl wrestler Thomas Uriel Bates, mentally preparing himself for the match ahead.

Suddenly, previous foe and former associate Erik Black comes out of the corner, accidentally bumping into the big giant. Bates doesn’t move, but Erik Black stumbles backwards, nearly falling.

Erik Black: What the? It’s the bear in human clothes again!

Thomas Uriel Bates: You okay?

Erik Black: Okay? You want me to show you just how “okay” I am?

Bates simply shakes his head.

Thomas Uriel Bates: We’ve already had our match, Mr. Black.

The two stare at each other a moment before Bates sighs.

Thomas Uriel Bates: Besides, we both have matches to get ready for. You should find Vinnie, I’m sure he’s looking for you. Good luck to you both.

Erik Black shrugs Bates off and walks away muttering while Bates continues his pre-match preparation.

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TAG TEAM MATCH
GAINES BROTHERS
VS VINNIE & ERIK BLACK

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Aiello: Welcome back folks, who's up for some tag team action? Next up with have the Gaines Brothers battling it out against the team of Erik Black and Vinnie.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming down to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 4365 pounds, from Pittsburgh, The team of Korey and Jesse Gaines!! The Gaines Brothers!!!

"Kickstart my heart” plays as the crowd pops huge when Korey comes walking out followed by his brother James. Korey bobs his head to the beat of the song as James tosses up some 'rock on' hand gestures as the pyros go off in the back ground. Korey sprints towards the ring as he slides in with a cocky smile as he then gets up and rests in the corner as James climbs into the ring and goes to all four corners to salute the crowd with a rock on gesture.

Aiello: These two brothers have wrestled all over the world, but this is only there second matchup in the EWC.

Bennett: Yeah and they lost last week, couple of goofs.

Carter: The fans seems to like them. Listen to that reaction.

Bennett: So what, these imbeciles in the crowd wouldn't know class if it hit them in the face. They boo me and I'm a hall of famer!

Aiello: Don't think that's why they boo you Steve.

Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring first, from Ashbury Park, New Jersey… weighting in at 280 pounds …. The Man Of The People …. VINNIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

The arena goes black except for a spotlight that shines on the entrance way. We see a Mexican man walk out to the ring wearing a tuxedo. He looks around the crowd and grins before doing his entrance speech.

Ricardo: Damas y caballeros, niños de todas las edades !! Estamos reunidos aquí hoy para dar la bienvenida al hombre de la GENTE !!! Tu heroe!! El portador del cactus de la gente !!! Señor Vinnie !!!!

(translation Ricardo: Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages!! We are gathered here today to welcome the man of the PEOPLE!!! Your Hero!! The Bearer of the cactus of the people!!! Mister Vinnie!!!!)

Ich Will hits the sound system as Vinnie walks out to the ring, wearing black hoodie, his fists taped up as he is walking to the ring carrying a cactus in both hands. The fans cheer and boo the man as he places the cactus in his corner before sliding in the ring.

Aiello: That's is a dangerous man right there. He's got to be in a foul mood after losing to the International Champion Andrew Jackson last week.

Carter: Why does he carry around a cactus?

Bennett: Show some respect you two, that's the Man of the People right there.

Jessica Stroup: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 220 pounds, residing in Detroit, Michigan... ERIK BLLLACCCKKKKKK......

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.

Carter: Here comes a confident competitor if ever I've seen one.

Aiello: Erik also lost his match last week, so he will be looking to bounce back here.

Bennett: What is this, a losers battle royale?

Aiello: I wouldn't say that, all four competitors in this match are great athletes. I think we are in for an interesting match up.

Erik Black and Vinnie waste no time as they rush at the Gaines Brothers who are still interacting with the crowd. Vinnie and Erik crash into Jesse and Korey sending the brothers flying over the top rope and onto the floor outside. Vinnie and Erik quickly exit the ring. Jesse and Korey get to there feet and all four men start trading blows on the outside. The referee shouts at them to get into the ring but they don't pay any attention to him.

Aiello: This match hasn't even started yet!!! This referee has to restore some order here.

Carter: I don't think there going to listen to the ref to be honest! I mean this is Monday night Brawl, so i guess we are due to have an actual brawl at some point.

Bennett: Great tactic by Vinnie and Erik Black. Catch those two show boaters off guard and beat the snot right out of them.

All four men continue to battle outside the ring. Vinnie get a handful of Koreys hair and swings him around. Koreys body makes a sickening thud as it connects with the barrier. Jesse and Erik trade blows, Vinnie comes up behind Jesse and hits him with a forearm smash on the back of the head. Erik and Vinnie grab an arm each and they whip Jesse hard into the ring post. Jesses shoulder smashes off of the ring post as he collapses to the floor in pain. Erik and Vinnie turn they attentions back towards Korey, as they stomp into him. The referee comes out of the ring and orders Vinnie and Erik back to there corners. Erik smirks and cockily makes his way back to his corner, taunting the fans as he goes. Vinnie growls at the referee before he to slowly makes his way back to the corner. Korey gets up and moves over to his brother, he helps Jesse up and into the ring. The referee calls for the bell to start the match.

*DING..DING...DING*

Aiello: Finally the match has started.

Carter: It might be over quicker than you think, The Gaines brothers look battered and bruised already.

Korey takes to the middle of the ring, allowing Jesse to recover in the corner. Vinnie steps into the ring and squares up against Korey. Korey sticks his tongue out at Vinnie which angers the big man, he swings a big arm at Korey but Korey ducks and proceeds to hit Vinnie with some rapid kicks to his legs, arms and body. Vinnie stumble back as Korey continues his assault on him, but then Vinnie catches one of Koreys legs. Vinnie picks Korey up and hits him with a running powerslam. As Vinnie stands up Erik leans over and slaps Vinnie on the back tagging himself in. Vinnie stares at Erik in a rage, you can see him mouth the words what are you doing? Erik ignores his partner and focuses his attention on Korey.

Aiello: Communication could be a problem for the team of Erik and Vinnie.

Carter: Erik definitely has an ego.

Bennett: What is it they say, it's not bragging if you can back it up and Erik Black can back it up.

Carter: Apart from last week when he lost.

Bennett: You're irritating me more than usual tonight boy.

Erik picks Korey up and plants him hard onto the mat with a power bomb. Erik puts his foot on Koreys chest and orders the ref to count.

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Korey gets his shoulder up. Erik jumps and lands his feet on Koreys chest, bringing his whole weight down on top of him. Korey gasps in pain. Erik looks over at Jesse and laughs. Jesse tries to get into the ring but the referee stops him. Erik turns around and walks over to Vinnie, he holds his hand out. Vinnie slaps it and get into the ring.

Bennett: See i knew they could be a cohesive team.

Aiello: We will see, i'm not buying it.

Vinnie bends down to pick Korey up, but Korey catches him by surprise with a kick to the head. Vinnie stumbles back to the ropes. Korey manages to get to his feet, he runs and clotheslines Vinnie over the top rope. The fans rise to there feet and cheer as Korey falls to his knees only feet away from his corner. Jesse leans over the ropes and urges his brother to make the tag. Korey crawls over to his corner and reaches his hand out to tag his brother... from out of nowhere Erik Black hits Jesse with a Babayaga. Jesse is sent flying from the ring apron and into the barrier on the outside. The fans boo and jeer as Erik takes a bow. He stomps on Koreys head before the ref manages to usher him back to his corner.

Carter: Korey almost had the tag there.

Bennett: Great strategy by Erik. Now Korey has no one to tag.

Vinnie climbs back into the ring and goes straight to work on Korey, after a few kicks to the body he picks Korey up and drops him for a sidewalk slam. Erik applauds his teammate in the corner. Vinnie puts Korey into a boston crab, pulling his head back as far as possible. The referee checks to see if Korey is still conscious and just as it looks like Korey might be fading Jesse bounces into the ring. Vinnie breaks the hold and stands up, just as he does Jesse rushes him and hits him with a spear! The crowd goes nuts.

Carter: Spear! Spear! Spear!

Bennett: How many people actually use that move these days? Not very original from the goof brothers.

Aiello: Either way it's an effective move and one that could have just swung the pendulum back in the brothers favour.

Carter: Korey still has to get out of the ring, he has to make the tag.

As Jesse is sent back to his corner by the referee Korey starts to stir and crawl towards his corner. The crowd spur him on chanting the gaines brothers names. Jesse leans as far as he can over the ropes, extending his arm out for his brother. Korey is fingertips away from making the tag.... then Jesse is sent crashing to the floor after Erik Black swipes his feet away from the ring apron. Erik moves back round to his corner looking pleased with himself.

Bennett: How smart a move is that by Erik Black.

Aiello: Very smart, Korey Gaines is back to square one again.

Korey starts to get to his feet and so does Vinnie. Korey is fastest to react as he digs deep and hits Vinnie with a superkick. Vinnie falls back against the ropes but comes straight back and hits Korey with a Vinnie Line sending Korey spinning before he hits the mat. Vinnie also crumples onto the mat.

Aiello: Vinnie nearly knocked Koreys head off with that Vinnie line.

Carter: Both men are giving it everything they've got.

Vinnie manages to fling his arm over Korey for a pin.

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Carter: Wow that was so close!

Erik shouts for Vinnie to tag him but Vinnie either ignores him or doesn't hear him. Vinnie picks Korey up and runs off the ropes ready to hit him with another Vinnie Line but Korey reacts quick and rushes at Vinnie hitting him with a jumping knee to the face. Vinnie crashes to the floor. Korey turns and scrambles to his corner, Jesse has got back up and hes waiting for a tag. Vinnie tries to stop Korey but Korey jumps towards his corner and he makes the tag to Jesse. The fans are going nuts. Jesse rushes in the ring and clothesline Vinnie to the floor before he connects a big boot with Erik Blacks face sending Erik crashing to the floor outside.

Aiello: Jesse Gaines getting a bit of retribution for earlier.

Jesse signals for Korey to go up the top rope as he picks Vinnie up and picks him in a bear hug. Korey leaps from the top rope and hits Vinnie with a missile dropkick just as Jesse releases him of the bear hug. Korey gets up and throws his arms in the air for the crowd to get behind them. The fans cheer them on. Jesse looks tired, he tries to regain some energy when Vinnie gets to his feet and starts punching himself in the head and shouting bad Vinnie... bad Vinnie... bad Vinnie.. at the top of his lungs. Jesse and Korey exchange confused glances before Vinnie rushes at them and clothesline both of them to the mat. A smile spreads across his face as he starts to shout good Vinnie... good Vinnie... good Vinnie.

Carter: Is Vinnie ok? He seems to have lost the plot.

Aiello: I believe he has a split personality.

Bennett: He belongs in a loony bin.

As Vinnie paces around the ring, Erik once again leans over the ropes and slaps Vinnie on the shoulder, tagging himself in. Vinnie stares at Erik for a moment with anger before shaking his head and climbing out of the ring.
As Erik moves towards the fallen Gaines Brothers Vinnie can be seen sitting with his back to the ring on the steel steps talking to himself. Erik glances at him for a moment and when he turns back he's greeted with Jesse Gaines running at him full pelt. Erik manages to duck Jesses clothesline, he grabs arms around Jesses waist and hits him with a german suplex.
Erik then picks Jesse back up and hits him with the fade to black. He goes for the pin.

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Aiello: Erik Black is starting to get frustrated.

Behind him Vinnie climbs back into the ring and he's got his cactus in his hand. Erik shouts at him to put it down. Vinnie puts the cactus down in the middle of the ring. Erik turns back to Jesse, picking him up and swinging him off the ropes. Jesse comes back and hits Erik with Gettin Tattted. Erik is sent flying back.... and he lands back first onto the cactus!!!!!

Aiello: Oh my god, Erik Black just landed right on the cactus!

Carter: Ouch!

Bennett: That's going to leave a mark.

Erik screams in pain, blood trickling down his back as he rolls away from the squashed Cactus. This sends Vinnie into a rage. He rushes at Jesse, hitting him with The People's Awakening. Korey jumps into the ring but Vinnie quickly grabs him and hits him with The People's Awakening also. Vinnie then picks up whats left of the cactus, he climbs out the ring cradling it as he walks up the ramp and disappears into the back.

Carter: Did Vinnie just take the Cactus and leave?

Aiello: It looks that way. Erik Black is on his own.

Bennett: ...but the brothers are down and out!!!

Erik staggers over to Jesse and collapses on top of him.

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*DING..DING...DING*

Jessica Stroup:... And the winners are... ERIK BLACK AND VINNIE!!!

Erik rolls out of the ring after getting his hand raised. He makes his way up the ramp clearly in pain as his back is covered in blood. Korey helps Jesse to his feet.

Bennett: That'll teach those goofs never to mess with another mans Cactus.

Carter: I hope the cactus is ok. Can we get an update on its condition later on in the show?

Aiello: Quite possibly! It's been a wild night so far but we've got so much more to come. We will be back after this short break.

[MNB]

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SINGLES MATCH
THOMAS URIEL BATES
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE

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Aiello: Welcome back, we've got singles action coming up for you now as Thomas Uriel Bates goes one on one with Mosh Pit Anthony Grunge.

Jessica Stroup: Our next match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Hollywood California, … weighting in at 210 pounds … he is the Mosh Pit, … ANTHONY GRUUUNGEEE!

Entrance: 'Fell on Black Days' – Soundgarden plays Johnny Sinclair walks to the ring and then opens the curtains. Anthony Grunge emerges and starts to walk down to the ring. The fans go to touch him but Grunge just ignores them. Grunge spits some gum into the crowd and then enters the ring.

Aiello: The last time i believe we seen Anthony Grunge in a brawl ring was over a month ago when he beat Abraham Frost.

Carter: Grunge also had that classic match against the World Champion Drake back in Antwerp at the start of June.

Bennett: I like this guy but the fans certainly haven't warmed to him.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, FROM HUNTSVILLE, ALABAMA. HE STANDS AT SIX FEET AND NINE INCHES AND WEIGHS IN AT FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS....THOMAS UUUURRRRRIIIIEEEEELLLLLL BBBBBAAAAAATTTTTTEEEESSSSS!!!!

'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.

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at four hundred and thirty pounds, and standing at six foot, nine inches. From Huntsville, Alabama; Thomas Uriel Bates!

Bates glares down at the ring, staring intensely at Anthony Grunge as he walks to the ring. He arrives at the ring, and walks up the steps, moving to the center of the apron. He keeps his eyes centered on Anthony Grunge as he steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates steps towards Anthony Grunge and stretches out his arms as he roars loudly. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.

Bennett: T.U.B is in the house and he's ready to cause some pain. Look at the size of that son o bitch!

Carter: Thomas looks focused tonight. Just like every other superstar on the roster i'm sure he would love to get in on the upcoming number one contenders tournament.

Aiello: Thomas Bates is looking to follow up on his win against Erick Black a few weeks ago. Building momentum is key.

Both men stare at each other from across the ring as the referee talks to both then he calls for the bell....

*DING.... DING.... DING*

Both men get in each others faces, Grunge talks some trash to Bates doesn't respond but instead just stares a hole through Grunge. The crowd chant GRUNGE SUCKS... GRUNGE SUCKS... GRUNGE SUCKS.. Grunge looks around and laughs before he throws a left fist towards Thomas but Thomas block it and headbutts Grunge. Grunge falls back stunned. The fans cheer as Thomas wastes no time and goes straight after Grunge.

Aiello: This one is going to be a battle. Grunge is going to have to find a way to get passed this monster Bates.

Bennett: Bates might be the bigger man but Grunge is smarter, i'm sure he has some tricks up his sleeve.

Carter: Also Grunge has the added advantage of having Johnny Sinclair at ringside to help him out.

Grunge locks up with the bigger man Bates. Bates shoves Grunge half way across the ring like he's nothing. Grunge stares at Bates in disbelief. Bates comes towards Grunge, Grunge rolls out of the ring. Bates climbs out after him. As Grunge moves around the side of the ring and Bates follows, Johnny Sinclair comes up behind Bates but Bates turns around at the last second and grabs Johnny by the scruff off the neck.

Bennett: You can't put your hands on the godfather Johnny Sinclair!

Carter: Bates is going to put Johnny in his pocket and have him as an appetizer before his dinner later on tonight.

Johnny pleads for mercy as Bates keeps a hold of him, suddenly from behind Grunge jumps and knees Bates in the back sending Bates crashing into the ring post. Grunge then grabs Bates and whips him hard into the steel steps which sends them flying. Bates face rives in agony as he holds his back. The referee is up to a 4 count as he shouts at the two men to get back in the ring. Grunge ignores the referee and instead he picks Bates up and gives him a neckbreaker on the outside. Grunge slides in the ring as the crowd boo.

Aiello: Grunge knows he can't match Bates from strength so he's trying to outsmart him and so far it's working.

Bennett: Bates should be arrested for that assault on Johnny Sinclair.

Carter: Don't think that's classed as an assault, even here in Minnesota.

Grunge cockily leans against the ropes and shouts for the refree to count faster as Bates is still down on the outside. The referee is up to a 7 count now.

Aiello: Bates needs to get up quick or he's going to find himself counted out.

The ref is up to an 8 count. Grunge holds his arms in the air as if he's already won. Bates starts to stir on the outside....The referee shouts 9....Bates pulls himself to his feet and just as the referee is ready to call 10 Bates clambers into the ring to the delight of the crowd!!

Carter: Phew, that was a close call!


Just as Bates gets to his feet Grunge catches him with a super kick to the face!!! Bates falls to the floor as Grunge quickly covers him.

Bennett: This one's all over, goodnight T.U.B!

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Bates throws Grunge off of him, sending Grunge flying out throw the middle ropes and crashing to the outside.

Aiello: That was superhuman strength shown there by Thomas Bates!

Bennett: That was a three count, where does President Mac get these idiotic referees from?

Carter: That was a two and half count, the referee was spot on.

Bates tries to climb to his feet, still stunned by the earlier super kick. Johnny Sinclair helps Grunge up on the outside and urges him to go after Bates. Grunge slides in the ring and starts raining down kicks and punches onto Bates but its not enough to keep the big man down as Bates climbs to his feet and grabs Grunge by the throat. Grunge struggles to get away, as Bates tightens his grip. Johnny Sinclair jumps up on the turnbuckle and starts shouting at Bates. The ref goes over to Sinclair and tries to get him off of the apron, as the refs back is turned Grunge gives Bates a hard kick in the groin. Bates falls to his knees in agony.

Aiello: johnny Sinclair yet again has proven to be a useful tool for Anthony Grunge.

Carter: Oh come on, despicable actions by Grunge! I want a fair fight.

Bennett: All is fair in this game kid. Grunge is smart, he will do anything it takes to win.

Grunge picks Bates up and signals for the Grunge plunge. As he puts Bates head between his legs, Bates reverses and with his strength his throws Grunge over his shoulder. Grunge gets him Bates picks him up and hits him with a Military Press Spinebuster. Bates isn't done as he once again picks Grunge and hits him with a tiger suplex.

Aiello: Thomas Bates is destroying Anthony Grunge right now.

Bates isn't letting up, he picks Grunge up again and hits him with The Memphis Giant Slam!!!!

Aiello: That move is named in honor of Thomas Bates late father wrestling legend Andre Uriel Bates!

Bates goes for the cover. The ref counts...

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Grunges foot is on the bottom rope!! The ref breaks the count. Johnny Sinclair is seen crouched down next to the ropes.

Carter: Did you see that! Sinclair just put Grunge's foot on the bottom rope!

Bennett: I didn't see a thing!

Aiello: Johnny Sinclair saving the match for Anthony Grunge.

Bates gets up and leans over the top rope, he grabs Johnny Sinclair by the hair and pulls him up onto the ring apron and then drags him into the ring. Bates shouts at Sinclair as Sinclair puts his hands up and begs for his life.The fans start chanting....

Fans: BATES IS GONNA KILL YOU.... BATES IS GONNA KILL YOU.....

Carter: Johnny Sinclair is a dead man walking and he deserves everything he gets!

Bennett: The man has done nothing wrong except look out for his godson!!

Bates picks Sinclair up and holds him against the ropes. From behind him, Anthony Grunge rushes, but Bates moves out of the way at the last second and Grunge clotheslines Sinclair over the top rope and to the outside. Grunge stands shocked with his head in his hands when all of sudden Bates grabs Grunge and hits him with The Badge. Bates goes for the cover...

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*DING.... DING.... DING*

Jessica Stroup: YOUR WINNER.... THOMAS UUUURRRRRIIIIEEEEELLLLLL BBBBBAAAAAATTTTTTEEEESSSSS!!!!

Thomas Bates raises his arms in victory as Johnny Sinclair pulls Anthony Grunge out the ring and helps him up the ramp.

Aiello: Thomas Bates picking up a big win despite the best efforts of Anthony Grunge.

Carter: ...and Johnny Sinclair!

Bennett: Bates has no respect for the elderly! Its disgusting.

Aiello: We will be right back with you after this short break, don't go anywhere folks.

[MNB]

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SINGLES MATCH
TY RANT
VS RYAN HURT

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Joe Aiello: After that battle between Thomas Uriel Bates and Anthony Grunge , we have another potentially volatile match on our hands between Ty Rant and Ryan Hurt.

Max Carter- I am excited to see how these two respond after their matches last week and with the tournament looming over the head of everyone on the Brawl and Rampage rosters. Let’s go to our ring announcer, Jessica Stroup.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 210 pounds, Ryan Hurt!

The lights turn off and "Up and Downs" by Crystal Lake hits the speakers. The lights come back on and Ryan Hurt comes out of the curtains, psyched up and on a mission. He stops on the ramp to look around the arena and smirks. He quickly makes his way up the steps, jumps over the ropes and does some vicious striking practice as his song pauses.


Max: Ryan Hurt is as talented as he is dangerous. I wouldn’t want to take one of those knees.

Steve "The Predator" Bennet: You can grapple if you are knocked unconscious like my pick, Ty Rant, will do.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 298 pounds: TY RANT!!!!!!

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. Ty Rant and Ryan Hurt are staring each other down a few steps out from their respective corners as the bell rings.

*DING.. DING.. DING* 

Ty Rant and Ryan Hurt walk to the center of the ring. They begin to exchange a few words. While still exhcganing words, Ty Rant drives a knee into the gut of Hurt. He grabs the neck of a thrown-off Hurt, lifts him, attempting The Calamity, but as he drops Hurt, Hurt manages to connect with a hard strike to chest of Ty Rant. Hurt lands on his feet. He delivers a hard low kick to the back of Ty Rant’s right knee, immediately followed by a hard kick to the back of the left knee. He sends Ty Rant to the mat with a Vicious Bicycle Knee strike. Hurt bounces off the ropes, he surpises everyone with a Low Dropkick to the head of the downed Ty Rant. Hurt hooks the legs…the ref gets in position.

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Max: I thought for sure that was it. How could Ty Rant collect himself after that dropkick to the head?

Bennett: That is why you will never be tough Max.

Hurt gets to his feet, runs towards the far end of the ropes as Ty Rant gets to a knee. As Hurt gets close enough, Ty Rant pushes off with all his momentum and drives through Hurt with a Spear. Both men are down. The ref begins his count

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Both men are on their knees.

As both men get to their feet, Hurt charges at Ty Rant, he leaps, attempting a High Knee, but Ty Rant is able to counter by catching Hurt. In an amazing display of strength, Ty Rant manages to lift Hurt into the Fireman’s Carry position. He spins Hurt around, but Hurt is able to use his momentum to counter with a Tornado DDT, driving Ty Rant into the mat.

Aiello- A great counter there by Hurt, if Ty Rant had connected, this match would have been in jeopardy.

Hurt quickly grabs the head of Ty Rant, brings him to his knees and whips him into the corner. Hurt charges and connects with Front Dropkick. As Ty Rant us dropping, Hurt pushes him up, and leans him in the corner. He uses a lot of strength getting Ty Rant up to the Top Turnbuckle. He attempts a Top Rope Hurancanrana but Ty Rant is able to stop Hurt’s momentum. He leaps off the turnbuckle and Powerbombs Hurt hard into the canvas. Ty Rant drapes him arm over Hurt. The ref counts….

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Bennett: Was it me, or was that count a little fast?

By the time Bennet finishes, Ty Rant gets up angrily begins stomping on the downed Hurt. After about six shots, he reaches down and grabs Hurt by the hair and drags him to his feet. He wraps Hurt up in a Bear Hug.

Aiello: This could be the setup for Catastrophe. Both in name and practice.

Ty Rant is squezzing Hurt releases pressure every five, ten seconds, only to wrap tighter each time. As the ref grabs Hurt’s hand, Ty Rant spins and finishes Catastrophe with a devastating Belly to Belly Suplex. It takes a second for Ty Rant to cover Hurt. The ref counts….

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Max- Hurt has had many strong points in this match, but he needs to do something to get momentum back on his side.

Ty Rant gets up pissed off and gets in the ref’s face. He slaps his hand three times insinuating the ref gave a slow count. As Ty Rant argues with the ref, Hurt is pulling himself up from the ropes. Ty Rant sees this and begins to walk over. As he gets within a few steps, Hurt takes Ty Rant out with a Leg Sweep. Hurt jumps and drives both his feet into the gut of Ty Rant. He grabs Ty Rant as he brings him to his knees, he underhooks the arms of Ty Rant, he lifts and delivers a Tiger Piledriver. He goes for the cover…

Max- Hurt might have it here.

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Fans: THIS IS AWESOME!!!

The fans responses echoe throughout the arena as both men are trying to regain their composure. The ref’s count gets to 5 as both men to get to their knees. The count is at 8 when Hurt gets up, and Ty Rant gets up just in time. The two men walk up to each other and begin inaudibly trash talking. They come to blows. Hard right hand to the face of Ty Rant, hard right hand to the face of Hurt, each takes three more shots, with each one the effects of the match can be seen on each respective opponent. Ty Rant goes for a Haymaker butt Hurt ducks it, he is about to go for a kick as Ty Rant connects with a Backfist, that knocks Hurt back, Ty Rant charges, Hurt manages to use T Rant’s momentum against him and counter into a Back Body Drop Backbreaker. He takes a second and sees his chance to finish the match. He makes his way to the corner as quickly as his sore body can. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, he sets up, he leaps…. he come down hard with a Double Foot Stomp hard onto the canvass as Ty Rant managed to roll out of harm’s way just in time. Hurt manages to roll out of it purely by instinct. He turns to charge at Ty Rant but Ty Rant is already in front of him and connects with a Heart Punch. He drives his knee into the gut of Hurt. He grabs Hurt’s head and sets it up between his legs. He lifts Hurt over his head, uses his back as leverage to hold up Hurt as gets a tight grip on each arm and raises him as high as possible, brings him down into a powerbomb. He goes for the cover. The ref counts…

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*DING... DING.. DING!*

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner via pinfall, Tyyyyyy Rrrrannnttt!

Bennett: I don’t think anyone is getting up from that.

Aiello: Despite the loss, I think Hurt impressed a lot of the EWC Universe tonight. Stay tuned for what could be an explosive Tag Team match as the newly formed Freak Show, consisting of Crazy J and Salem “Schizo” Shephard takes on Awkward Inc.

Bennett: I feel like it will be my favorite kind of train wreck.

[MNB]

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TAG TEAM MATCH
CRAZY J & SALEM SHEPARD

VS AWKWARD INC

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Aiello: There we have an aerial shot of the arena tonight. What a show Monday Night Brawl has been so far. If you thought that last match was good, then boy are you in for a treat.

Carter: That's right Joe, up next up we have tag team action at it’s finest.

Jessica Stroup:The next competition is a tag team match, and is set for one fall to a finish. Introducing first at a combined weight of 562lbs, representing Zero Tolerance, Salem Shepherd and Crazzzy J, Freekshow!

“The Dope Show” by Marilyn Manson blasts through the arena as cell block steps out dressed as a ringmaster. Then people walk from the behind the curtain and start making lines on either side of the ramp. It’s a mixture of men and women, some big, others small, all dressed in outrageous circus clothing. Two females in tight, revealing black leather played with boa constrictors that twisted around the female's bodies. Several men in sleeveless shirts pulled out swords, craned their neck back and began swallowing the blades leaving nothing but the handles exposed. Other men held sticks in their hands that they set fire to, then held the stick near their faces blowing out a liquid and spraying fire from both sides of the ramp. The fans cheered as the circus Freekshow performers did their acts right there lined up on both sides of the ramp; as two more darkened figures appeared at the top. The fire breathers blew out another flame and the faces of the two men could been seen as they held their arms high in the air. It was Crazy J and Salem “Schizo” Shepard, the tag team: FrEeKsHoW. Some fans booed and others cheered as they walked down the ramp, Salem swatting away the flames the fire breathers blew over their heads. Crazy J smiled and poked one of the snake ladies in the boobs as he walked on by. They slapped hands with fans as they made their way to the ring, ready for battle

BENNETT: Neither these sons of bitches won last week, maybe they can do better teaming up and taking on Awkward Inc.

Jessica Stroup:and their opponents.

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 Stoup: 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.

Aiello: Oh! Looks Like Freekshow doesn't want to wait for the bell to ring and jumps Awkward Inc from behind, pushing them from the top turnbuckle and out the the concrete floor.

Carter: What a low move and Awkward Inc looks hurt.

J slides out one side as Salem slides out the otherside. J goes and begins to stomp Pj. Meanwhile the Ref is trying get Salem to get back in the ring and check on Jd.

*DING.. DING.. DING!*

Carter: The Ref gets Salem to get in the ring and Crazy J rolls Pj into the ring and looks like the ref is signalling for the bell. Salem with a pin and only a one count!

Bennett: These boys still have fight in them, amazing. Everyones up and the match is officially under way. But how much damage was done by Freekshow so far.

Salem goes to grab Pj but Pj manages to ducks under. He runs and bounces off the ropes and nails a springboard elbow. Both men go down, and Pj kips up and goes up to the top turnbuckle. Pj flies at Salem, looking for a crossbody, but is caught with a dropkick.

Carter: What a counter, it's been all Freakshow since their attack. Tag, and in comes J.

J goes and raises Pj to his feet and is caught with an enziguri.

Aiello: Oh there is still some fight in Pj. the much larger man is rocked but not down though!

Pj hits a few low kicks and a drop kick of his own, rocking the 300 plus pounder and sending him stumbling back a bit. Pj gets the much needed tag to Jd. Jd leaps over the top rope and is plowed over with a big boot.

Bennet: So much for that momentum. J has JD up in a suplex but JD wiggles out and chop blocks the larger man. And that some bitch is still standing!

Jd bounces off the ropes and hits a flying forearm that gets J down to a knee. Jd Goes for a DDT, sending his opponent crashing into the mat stiff.

Ailleo: Wow, look at the strength in Crazy J, and Pj is set up for FrEeKsHoW ffoshow as J backs up allowing Shepard to get the tag.

Carter: What a powerbomb legdrop combo from the face paint duo! J nearly takes Pj’d head clean off!

Crazy J taunts the fans and then laughs at his fallen foe. He then covers for the pin... casually.

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*DING... DING.. DING!*

Jessica Stroup: The winner of this match... CRAZY J and SALEM SHEPARD!!!

Aiello: What a match. I loved it! Those two men have a huge future in the EWC for sure! Only two more matches to go before the big tv title match, stay tuned!

[MNB]

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SINGLES MATCH

ABRAHAM FROST

VS DREW STEVENSON

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Bennet: That was one hell of a tag match!

Aiello: I’ll agree on that one, Bennet.

Bennet: Heheh! Talk about ‘send in the clowns!’ We really should partner with whoever’s producing the new Pennywise movie. We’ve got enough painted face freaks here to rent out as stunt doubles all day long!

Aiello: That’s.. That’s one way to look at it.

Carter: I don’t think Crazy J considers himself a clown.

Aiello: Moving on.. The match we have coming up is nothing to laugh at.

Bennet: Did you just make a pun!?

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Hailing from paaaaaaaaaaarts unknown, and weighing in at over three hundred pouuunds, Abraham! FROST!

"The Nobodies by Marilyn Manson plays and Abraham Frost makes his way down the ramp. He walks up the steps and steps over the ropes, moving to his corner without a word on his lips as he takes his place in the ring, waiting.

Carter: I’ve seen this guy before and.. Damn! You just don’t get used to seeing a man that big!

Aiello: No, you don’t.

Bennet: I’m giddy watchin’ this!

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, and hailing from Springfield, Missouri! Drew! Stevenson!

“The Man” by Aloe Blacc cues up as Stevenson moves to make his way down the ramp and to the ring, waving to the crowd as he ran passed them, sliding through the bottom ropes!

Carter: I don’t like the size difference here..

Bennet: Boy, I do!

Carter: You wo-- What the hell!?

Before the bell even sounded, before Drew got up from his in the ring slide, Frost started in on him, giving the man a big boot to the face and nearly flipping him onto his back, and into the corner from the sheer power generated by the upward momentum of the foot slamming into him!

Carter: Did I miss the bell?!

Aiello: It hasn’t been rung yet!

Bennet: Heheh, Stevenson’s bell just got rung!

*DING! DING! DING!*

The match officially starting after it’d already started, the titan of a man was grabbing the officially stunned Stevenson and irish whipping him into the ropes, greeting him with a giant clothesline as he bounced off and came back running into him! The sound thundered throughout the arena, the sheer dominance of the giant becoming readily apparent as he glowered over Stevenson, staring down at him silently.

Carter: Uh.. That. I think they heard that all the way out in the cheap seat.

Bennet: They heard it out in the parking lot!

Stevenson, not one to be easily beaten, was moving to get up, only to be pulled to his feet by a hard jerk at his neck by the monstrous Frost! Still, Stevenson struck at his wrists with his fists to break the hold, delivering a hard low kick to the side of the knee of the monster, trying to make him buckle! As Frost went to lunge towards him, Stevenson side stepped it and delivered another hard kick to the side of the knee, and another!

Aiello: It looks like Stevenson’s trying to pick apart the monster we call Frost! Look at him go!

Bennet: He can chop at that tree all he wants, but I don’t think he’s moving!

Frost makes another lunge, Stevenson ducks beneath his arm, lashing out with an even harder kick to that same knee, causing the bigger man to buckle, to drop to those aforementioned knees!

Carter: I’m calling Timber!

As Stevenson makes to go for a head strike, grabbing the big man’s head to deliver a knee, two big hands stop the attempted knee, deliver a hard punch to the other man’s stomach, and then clutches at his throat! Grabbing it, pulling himself up by Stevenson’s neck in a raw display of power, Frost is soon hoisting the man up by his throat, letting him dangle by it in a secondary display of power before bringing him down in an earth shattering chokeslam that reverberates throughout the ring!

Aiello: My god, he could have killed him with that!

Carter: ...Not entirely sure that he didn’t!

Wordlessly, the titan lifted a foot and slammed it down on his chest, stomping his opponent as he turned his head and waited for the Ref to slide across and make the pin!

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*DING DING DING!*
Jessica Stroup: AND YOUR WINNER, BY PINFALL… ABBBBRAHAM! FROST!

Carter: That was an absolute slaughter!

Bennet: I wanna see it again!

Aiello: Still, I’m not sure that even that’s going to top the bloodbath that’s coming next, as our main event!

Carter: Heheh! We get to see history in the making!

TUNE IN TO OUR OTHER BRANDS FOR MORE ACTION!!!

[MNB]

Joe Aiello:  An amazing night it's been for Monday Night Brawl so far here at EWC. I have to say it, but...

Joe stops speaking when the the jumbotron pops on.

Joe Aiello: I wonder who this could be, pulling up here at this time of the hour.

The limousine driver opens his door and steps out with a slight nod of his hat. He walks to the back door and opens it slowly.

Joe Aiello: Who could it be? Whose pulling up in such a nice ride tonight?

A figure steps out of the back seat of the limo with his gym bag in tow. 

Joe Aiello: Oh MY GAWD! Oh My! I can't believe this is real.

Max Carter: Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth. Who brought the backyardigans to the EWC!

Joe Aiello: Backya.... Do you know who this guy is, Carter!?

Triple X is talking to his driver

Max Carter: Who doesn't know who this lunatic is?

Steve Bennett: It's the Crash Test Dummy himself come to life is who this is?

Joe Aiello: This has had to be the most anticipated debuts of EWC history. The youtube daredevil, the most watched extreme wrestling artist to date. You could see all of his past successes and failues, injuries... awe! It's too unbelieveable.

Steve Bennett: I think Aiello needs some tissue, Carter.

Joe Aiello: You can make fun of me all you want, but I guarantee you wouldn't think of even stepping face to face with this pyscho.

Steve Bennett: That's why I work behind this desk. I don't have to.

Max Carter: I thought this was just some wild rumor floating around the locker room like the yeti, or bigfoot, or even lake monsters. What is President Mac thinking! This guy is literally in the genus book of world records for actually have broken every bone in his body at least once; AT LEAST ONCE!

Joe Aiello: I gotta agree I didn't expect this. I did not expect a real extremist to step foot in this ring. Will Triple X step up to the occasion? Will his years of wrestling as well as street and extreme fighting experience land him a victory tonight on Brawl? We'll find out later on tonight.

Triple X shakes his drivers hand and walks towards the locker room with a hungry smile on his face.

He was ready. He had been waiting for this opportunity for his entire life. Triple X was about to make his name in one of the biggest wrestling companies of today. He was going to become a legend here. He would find his redemption and fulfil the wishes of his atonement.

As Triple X walks away, we see a lone figure standing in the hallway, shaking his head. It's Xplode. Smiling, he walks in the opposite direction..

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NON TITLE | KNOCK OUT MATCH

TRIPLE X

VS EDDIE CRANK

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Aiello: What a show we have had tonight but it will not let up with this upcoming bout.

Carter: That is right Joe because next we have the reigning X-Division Champion, Eddie Crank vs The newcomer Triple X..

Bennett: Please, the new guy will be out in 10 seconds..

Carter:  Want to bet Steve? 

"All the way up" by Fat Joe and Remy Ma begins to play as the entire arena (stage, ramp, and ring) floor mist up in smoke. As the beat drops, a cloud of smoke covers the entire stage and then Triple X steps out from backstage raising his arms in the air making an 'X'. He lowers his arms and walks down to center ramp where he stops to look up and points to the sky. Then he takes off running for the ring and slides into the ring and to the corner turnbuckle that he jumps on and raises his arms in an 'X'

Jessica Stroup: First, Weighing in at 226 lbs and standing at 5 feet, 10 inches he is The X FACTOR.... TRIPLE X!

A mixed reaction coming out of the crowd as they are unsure of his skill... but just then. 

 

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

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

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

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

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

Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT.... Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 165 pounds.. He is the EWC X DIVISION CHAMPION... EDDDIIIIEEEE CRANKKKKKK

Both go into the middle to the ring and look in to each others eyes and start to trash talk.. all of the sudden

*DING! DING! DING!*

And both men go at each other trading blows left and right. Eddie Right, Triple X left, Eddie left, Triple X right. Eddie pushes him back and when Triple X goes back at him he Hits him with a Kick to the skull that is heard across the arena! 

Aiello: Oh Eddie Crank with the Kick heard across the world..

Bennett: That was Corny Joe..

Carter: You are really on one tonight arent you Steve..

Bennett: Shut up..

Eddie starts to stomp Triple X out and goes straight for his head trying to score that early knockout.. Triple X looks like he is down so the ref pulls Eddie back and Checks on Triple X.. He suddenly scurries to the turnbuckle only to be met with Eddie pouncing on him again.. Eddie starts to bounce his head off of the turnbuckle.. but Triple X back kicks him right to the gut to create space..

Carter: Wait... Is he removing the Turnbuckle pad? 

Bennett: Son o' Bitch he is! Hopefully he hits it..

Eddie doesnt realize this so he runs at Triple X but Triple X uses his momentum to trip him and Eddie goes into the Exposed turnbuckle with a huge smack! He collapses and blood starts to drip down his head..

Aiello: And We have blood! 

Fans: HOLY SHIT!!!

That familiar chant starts to echo throughout the arena as the ref goes to check on Eddie.. The ref is about to call it but Eddie suddenly wipes the blood off of his head with his glove and sits up against the rope.

Carter: the champ isnt out of this one just yet..

Aiello: And I have no idea how... He could have died from that impact.. 

Triple X kicks Eddie in the stomach and Eddie rolls over right in front of the exposed turnbuckle.. Triple X climbs up and is about to jump...

Triple X jumps with a 450 but Eddie is already on his feet and.. DETHRONING!!! 

Aiello: OH MY LORD! DETHRONING FROM MID AIR!!

Triple X crumples back absolutely unconscious.. Eddie falls back on his ass but he is sitting up.. The ref moves over and Triple X is clearly unconscious so he calls for the bell. Eddie gets up and raises his arm with blood flowing from his forehead

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jessica Stroup: And here is your winner, EDDIE CRANNKKKK!!

Aiello: That was one Crazy match. Eddie has truly been a wrecking ball this year in the EWC! The EWC Undisputed Championship has to be on his mind by now.

Bennett: Without a doubt. We will be back after these messages..

Eddie Crank celebrates as he slides out of the ring! The fans pat him on the back and shoulders as he hops the crowd barrier and disappears into the masses! His theme song continues to play as the camera attempts to follow him. After a brief moment, the camera pans back to the ring where we see Triple X fighting to stand up. 

"I stand alone" by Godsmack begins to play!!!

Walking out unto the stage, Xplode smirks as Triple X slowly regains his footing, holding his shoulder. X paces the stage for a moment and points at him. Then he speaks:

Xplode: So... you are the guy who is trying to use MY name? That's comical. Listen, kid. Incase you haven't noticed, I am the ONLY X that matters in this industry. You might want to think about a name change, especially if you are going to stink out the ring like you did tonight. 

Triple X looks pissed as Xplode continues to speak.

Xplode: You know though, I have been where you are right now. So, let me give you a piece of advice. Tonight's loss won't mean a thing next week. Get your ass back into the gym, lick your wounds, and remember what happened tonight. Bring the beast inside of you next week and show the world just who the hell Triple X really is. Earn the right to use.... X. Do that, and you have my blessing.

Triple X nods as Xplode tosses the mic aside. He then heads backstage as the feed fades out..

[MNB]

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

REBEL RHODES
VS VALORA THOMAS

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Aiello: And now it´s here. The icing on the cake, to top act of all the top acts we´ve already seen, the main event of the show. After taking out Emma Louise in the last show Melinda Rhodes will now face Valora Thomas in a match over the Television Championship.

Carter: Interesting pairing since both wrestlers seem to have a common enemy in Hope Diamond but also problems with each other. The twitter lines were red-hot with barbs and insult flying back and forth.

Bennett: In the end Rebel Rhodes promised Valora a good old school ass whooping. If she can deliver I´m going to have a lot of fun tonight.

Carter: With the ring action you mean?

Bennett: Sure. What else you pervy little brat?

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen. Our main event tonight is scheduled for one fall with the EWC Television Championship title on the line. Coming to the ring first, from Cortez, Colorado, weighting in at 152 pounds …. she is The Rebel …. MELINDAAAAAA RHODESSSSSSSSSSSS

#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME....
#...DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOVE... A BAD NAME!

#FUCK YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Atreyu's cover of Bon Jovi's classic, "You Give Love a Bad Name" Assault the P/A system. Through the curtains steps a fit, pale skinned, raven haired and heavily tattooed woman. Her dark brown eyes wander over the crowd as she stands upon the stage, taking it all in for a moment. On her face we find dark crimson painted on her full lips and red highlighted black eye shadow over her eyes. Her modest chest is contained by a fringed red and blue leather vest, her ass covered by black and silver tights. She sports standard black pads on her elbows and knees, with knee high laced wrestling boots to match. On her wrists are red, white, and blue bands. Upon her hips rests a thick black leather belt with a large and square silver buckle that reads in an ornate font, "Rebel."

She makes her way to the ring with a confident stride, slapping fives with a few outstretched hands as she does so. It doesn't take her long to reach ringside. She climbs the steps, wipes her feet on the apron, and slips through the ropes. Giving the crowd a three finger salute, Rebel Rhodes backs into a corner of her choosing and waits...

Aiello: If the new entrance is any indication Miss Rhodes is up to a new game.

Bennett: Or maybe an old fashioned one. Anyway I like that song better than the Bon Jovi stuff.

Carter: Let´s see if the TV champ has any appreciation for Mel´s new style.

Jessica Stroup: And her opponent… coming to the ring next from Phoenix Arizona she is the reigning EWC Television Champion … VALORAAA THOMASSSSSS!!!

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

Aiello: The champ seems very focused again despite the shenanigans she has suffered from lately.

Bennett: We´ll see if she is still psyched up for this. Being the cutie won´t do it here.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The match starts as old-school as it gets with a collar-and-elbow lock that Mel Rhodes quickly turns into a Hip Toss. She drops down to the mat alongside Valora nailing a stiff elbow into her neck and then trapping the champ in an armbar. Rhodes viciously yanks on Thomas´ arm as the TV champion screams freely in pain.

Valora is too far away from any rope to make contact with but as her elbow reaches the breaking point she twists in the hold, stabs her thumb into Rhodes´ hip, grabs the leg that is draped across her shoulder and rolls over and around, out of the armbar, actually reversing it and turning it into a somewhat lopsided small package that Rhodes kicks out of even before the count reaches one.

Aiello: Hitchhiker´s Escape from an armbar. Classic BJJ move that Thomas employs here.

Mel Rhodes is not impressed though. She shots an forearm into Thomas´ face and uses their squatting / kneeling position on the mat to attempt her own Small Package Cradle Pin but Valora rolls out of it and drives her own Sliding Uppercut home into Rhodes´ jaw before locking in Mel´s legs, taking possession of her wrists and falling back, trapping the Rebel in a Mexican surfboard.

The ring cam catches a close-up of Mel´s face as she is gritting her teeth, fighting through the pain Thomas causes to the joints in her arms, legs and shoulders.

Aiello: Very good and very technical reversal from Thomas. Wait a moment what is this?

Bennett: Oh fuck!

Down the ramp strolls Hope Diamond decked out in a pinstripe pantsuit, pumps and a headset / microphone akin to those worn by the commentators.

Carter: This is not going to be good. Not at all.

Aiello: World War Three anyone?

Valora from her position on the mat notices Hope´s arrival as well. In fct Hope Diamond makes it a point to pass so close to the ring on her way to the commentators table that Valora can´t possibly overlook her. Waving and grinning at the Karate Cutie Hope walks up to Joe Aiello.

Diamond: Good evening gentlemen. I thought I take Valora up on her offer and do some guest commentary. Mind if I join you?

With no additional seat available the Black Diamond of FSW places her rump on the table while adjusting her mic without waiting for any approval from any of the commentators.

Diamond: What we see in the ring right is a classic case of slipped concentration on the part of the TV Champion.

Distracted by Hope´s arrival Thomas has indeed let not only her concentration slip but Mel Rhodes as well. The Rebel immediately capitalizes on that. She breaks the surfboard hold and comes down on Valora – literally – with a Kneedrop that drills deep into the gut of her opponent before Mel begins to rain hard left and right punches and resounding bitch slaps on Valora´s face.

Apparently tired of it and with Valora stunned and dizzy, Mel peels her off the canvas and takes her down again with a DDT, repeats and Irish whips Val into a corner to clothesline her there.

Diamond: Valora Thomas ladies and gentlemen, showing off incredible toughness and superior stupidity

Aiello: This is hardly a valid comment Miss Diamond.

Diamond: I´m only here to do Valora a favor.

Carter: Never do me a favor, please.

Bennett: What´s your mobile number again?

Hope Diamond wags her finger in the direction of Predator Bennett before she continues to spit more venom into the direction of combatants in the ring.

Diamond: Here is Valora Thomas caught in the corner; absorbing forearms and elbows from Rebel Rhodes with her face and chin. She is either made of solid iron or just too inept to defend herself.

Although it is impossible she could have heard anything of it, somehow Valora Thomas seems to register the figurative bucket full of mockery and shit emptied over her head. Suddenly she drops down into a cheerleader split. Mel´s next elbow connects painful with the ring post before Valora pops back up and drives a Shining Wizard into the side of her head immediately followed by a stiff chop across the throat. Rhodes is knocked backwards but Valora can´t make good of the momentary advantage. She needs the break to dispel the cobwebs in her head and the stars and sparks dancing before her eyes.

Val gets her senses back together just in time to see Rebel Rhodes running at her and unleashing an Enzuigiri from hell. Thomas gets her head down at the very last second and tears into Rhodes with a shoulder block made twice as bad by the Rebel´s own momentum.

Both wrestlers crash down and start to fight for control over the other. Mel manages to catch Valora in a Schoolboy Rollup.

ONE
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TWO
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KICK OUT !!!

Val kicks out violently, striking Rhodes in the face with her shin and goes for a grapevine ankle lock. Rebel Rhodes however, wants nothing of that. She uses her second to kick Valora deftly into the rear end and to shove her away. Valora rolls with the kick until she hits the nearest bottom rope and uses it to pull herself up while Mel Rhodes struggles to her feet as well.

Thomas comes back with a Springboard Elbow until halfway through the move she collides with Mel Rhodes who is also back in action with a Spear attack.

Aiello: Rhodes Kill. That collision literally shook the ring and this table here.

Bennett: Cool stuff. I like that. Cat fighting was yesterday. Now we get to the real battles.

Carter: This is pure punishment for both of them.

Diamond: Well I like people who throw themselves in front of a bus. Softens them up nicely.

Valora Thomas got the short end of the stick in this collision with her elbow only hitting thin air while Rhodes got through with her shoulder buried deep into Val´s gut. Now Rhodes stands in the ring with Valora draped over shoulder very close to spilling her last meal onto the canvas. Mel swings her around and drops her right onto her knee in a devastating Pendulum Backbreaker only to pick up the falling body and deliver a Reverse DDT on top of it.

Rhodes flips Thomas on her belly and reaches down to wrap her arms around her waist. With a loud shout she lifts Valora up belly-to-back to set her up for a powerbomb when Valora suddenly wraps her legs around Mel´s head and takes her down with a headscissors sweep. Val comes out of the move with one leg underneath Mel´s body and wraps the the one around her throat pulling it further back with one free hand. Instead of struggling against the Spider Twist submission Mel smartly pushes herself up from the mat and rolls over. Val still has her scissored but now with Thomas´s shoulders nailed to the canvas.

ONE

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.
.

TWO!

With an angry hiss Val releases Rhodes to get her shoulder up before the count of three.

Once again the two wrestler lock up in a collar-and-elbow hold but this time Valora breaks it with a Dropkick and follows through with a hard right cross. Rhodes spins with the punch but instead of going down and out she nails a right cross of her own onto the dangerous point, the exact tip of Valora´s chin.

Diamond: This is what you get when you surprise the TV Champion. A clean palpable hit right where it hurts most. I have to thank Val for inviting me. I´ve never seen that so close up.

Carter: You hardly have a sportsmanlike attitude.

Diamond: No, I have a winning attitude. It´s a small taste what I have in store for Val. Now look at this…

With Thomas groggy from the Roll back Punch Mel Rhodes hits the ropes to built additional momentum for a Lou Thez Press that takes down Valora Thomas like a frontal hit from a car. Mel hammers down on her once more before hitting her with a Snapmare and Spinal Tap following right behind.

TV Champion Valora Thomas is laid out in the ring motionless, apparently totally out of it. From the sidelines Mick shouts and gestures frantically. The ref waves him away while Hope Diamond takes off her mic for a moment to taunt him. Mick darts forward a step then stops while Hope already takes off her jackets and beckons him to come and try her.

In the middle of that pandemonium Mel Rhodes climbs the ropes and launches herself into the air, aiming a Diving Moonsault at her helpless opponent.

Or almost helpless opponent.

When Rhodes comes down from the top rope, Val rolls aside and the Rebel burns as she crashes. Once again however, Thomas cannot capitalizes on the moment. She needs these precious seconds to make contact with the ropes and slowly, awkwardly pull herself up back into the vertical, into an upright stance that is wobbly enough to begin with.

Mel Rhodes too twitches painfully around on the mat, not unconscious but nursing her back and ribs simultaneously after the impact.

In the corner Mick argues loudly with the ref who is shouting back at the old trainer just as loud.

By the ring side Hope Diamond takes off her headset and places it on the table beside Joe Aiello with the sweetest of smiles. Then she kicks off her pumps.

Aiello: I have a very bad feeling about this all of a sudden.

Bennett: Relax buddy. Everything will be good in the end.

With the ref still reading the riot act to Mick, Hope Diamond storms the ring.

Carter: Oh shit!

Valora Thomas sinks into the top rope and hangs there facing outward, fighting back the unconsciousness that threatens to overwhelm her. She does not even notice how Diamond enter the ring and launches herself at Rebel Rhodes with a brutal Busaiku Knee kick into the temple followed by a Stomp kick that drives Rhodes´ face into the mat and leaves her there out cold.

Hope quickly exits the ring before the ref notices her. Smirking at the boos of the disgusted crowd, she struts back to the commentator table, smoothing the wrinkles out of her suit and picking up her shoes.

Inside the ring Valora turns around. Still foggy in the head all she can see is a downed Melinda Rhodes. Wearily she stumbles over to her, covers her and hooks the leg just as the ref turns around again.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jessica Stroup: And the winner of this contest by pinfall … and still EWC Television Champion is …. VALORAAA THOMASSSSSS!!!

As Val´s arm is raised in victory, the arena explodes in boos which confuses the still reigning champion Slowly she realizes that the heat is not aimed at here but at Hope Diamond who exists the scene like she has no care in the world.

Aiello: You know what Predator?

Bennett: What?

Aiello: I always thought you were the worst commentator I could be stuck with. I was gravely mistaken.

Carter: This lady just f<bleep> up a major title event. While Thomas could have turned around the match in her favor like in the past this ending leaves us all unsatisfied.

Bennett: Look at it this way. Things are going to be very interesting between Hope and Val soon. For once there is a reason to tune in to EWC kindergarten TV.

Carter: You are just as disgusting as her.

Bennett: So maybe I get her mobile number after all.

Aiello (signs): Whatever. For better or worse we have a Television Champion and her name is still Valora Thomas.  Tonight has been can't miss television. Can we say that Brawl is officially back at the top? 

Bennett: Without a doubt. This is classic Brawl. 

Carter: We will be right back. I am receiving word that General Manager Victor Price has put another main event match on the card for tonight??!!

Bennett: WOW!!! This is huge. I can't wait to find out what is next!!!

[MNB]

The fans continue to cheer now as we return from the commercial break. Standing in the center of the ring is Victor Price once more, a microphone in one hand. He glances around the arena with a disgusted look on his face before hopping in place as if he is preparing for a work out. Smirking now, he raises a hand to ask the audience to quiet down:

Price: Hell of a show, right? Just like Xplode’s career.. it was overrated. Perhaps now we can get back to how we were previously doing business next week, and put all of this pandering to former “has been superstars” behind us. Ten matches tonight. Ten matches of quality EWC programming. President Mac himself couldn’t have done better!

Carter: Holy shit… that was uncalled for.

Bennett: Mac has been taking Price’s jabs for some time now. I am not sure why. It isn’t like him.

Price paces the ring. He turns to the fans once more and smiles.

Price: So, to show you that I have all of your best interests at heart. To REALLY prove to you that this company functions best when it is under my guidance, I am going to do something that MANY have done before… but none have succeeded in. I am going to ask…. Wait… I am going to CHALLENGE Xplode to a match… right here… right now…

The fans instantly stand up and scream in delight!

Aiello: Wait… Xplode can’t wrestle… can he?

Bennett: He has never stood down from a challenge. This should be interesting.

Price continues to laugh as the fans respond.

Price: I know.. I know. He is old. He is retired. He isn’t cleared to wrestle. I get it. Regardless, if there is any shred of the man that he once was, any Xplode spirit at all… he will come down here and step to me. Enough of the verbal jabs. One on one. If he has the guts…

The fans continue to respond as the arena waits for the response. Finally, “I stand alone” by Godsmack begins to play! The arena literally lights up to a deafening pitch!

Aiello: Well Price… it was nice knowing ya.

Xplode emerges from the backstage area! Not hesitating at all, he storms down the rampway as Price tosses the microphone aside! Price then pulls off his shirt and waits for Xplode as Xplode arrives at ringside!!! Xplode places one foot on the metal steps when…..

Price: Wait… wait. You didn’t think that we were actually going to fight did you? I challenged you to come out here and face me. That’s it. You are going to wrestle though. Meet your opponents..

The crowd gasps as the camera pans to the entrance area! There is no sound beyond the fans as the camera remains in place. No one emerges from the backstage area…..

Price: Perhaps you didn’t hear me. XPLODE… MEET YOUR OPPONENTS!

The fans continue to mumble amongst themselves. Xplode walks over to the announcer table and acquires a microphone. Smirking, he looks up at Victor Price who is livid in the ring.

Xplode: Hey Vic… there has been a slight change in plans.

The fans break out in a full-fledged scream of approval as Xplode turns the tide!

Xplode: You see, I am going to enjoy my first class seat at ringside. Let’s meet YOUR opponent for the night. You know him pretty well. Hell, it’s what you have been asking for… for what… months now? Wait, I’ve got that wrong. You have been asking others to do your dirty work for you, that’s right. Well, now you get to do it yourself.

“The sounds of madness” by Shinedown begins to play as the arena explodes in excitement!!! Rushing out of the entrance is the EWC Undisputed Champion, Drake!!!

Carter: THE CHAMP IS HERE!!!!!

Aiello: Drake is here… holy smokes!! Price didn’t expect this I bet!! It’s true, Price has been poking at Drake for sometime now. It’s time to pay the piper…

Sliding under the bottom rope, Drake and Price immediately collide as the fans stand up and scream in delight!! Drake lands right… after right… after right, sending Price stumbling backwards with each punch! Finally, Drake grabs Price and goes for his finisher.. The Machine… as the fans completely lose it!!!

Price manages to kick Drake away before dropping to the mat. He then slides out of the ring and walks up the rampway, his eyes never leaving the ring as Drake sits on the ropes and begs for him to return!!!

Price stops for a second and then he flips off Drake with a smile as the fans begin to boo loudly. Drake shakes his head in disgust as Xplode enters the ring, standing beside him. Price, sweating heavily, backs up the rampway and smiles at the fans with a forced grin. He then flips off X and Drake one more time before heading backstage to a chorus of boos.

The camera pans to the ring as we see Drake and X pacing. The fans begin to cheer louder… and then louder as they realize that who is still there.

Fans: YES!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!!

Bennett: Wait a second… how is this going to end?

Aiello: This is intense!

Drake glances at X and then pats his EWC Undisputed Championship. X glances back at the title and then the fans as the screaming hits a ear piercing volume!! Finally, Drake approaches X….. and offers a handshake.

Fans: YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!

X looks out at the fans and then at Drake. The fans continue to support the gesture. Finally, X accepts the handshake and the former enemies bury the hatchet! The entire arena is overcome with excitement and happiness at the sight!

Aiello: Wow… This is what it is all about. Passing the torch. Xplode, the most decorated champion in EWC history finally puts the past behind him as he accepts Drake’s gesture.

Bennett: This is the end… of an era. Good to see.

Drake and X continue to shake hands. Drake then steps away and rallies the fans, raising the title over his head!! The fans cheer! Drake then turns around to head to the other side of the ring and-

BAM!!!!

Xplode kicks Drake in the gut! He then hooks the arms and nails his finisher.. the DropZone!!! Drake hits the mat with a sickening thud as Xplode backs away, a hungry smile on his face….

Carter: HOLY SHIT!!!! XPLODE JUST PUT OUT THE CHAMP!!!!

The arena is a madhouse as Xplode slides out of the ring, his face the very description of satisfaction. In the ring, Drake rolls over to his side. He sits up and glances at Xplode… a smile making it’s way across his face!!

Bennett: Those two will never get alone. Ever. Yet, the respect is there. That’s what matters.

Aiello: Indeed. This was a hell of a show, ladies and gentlemen. From start to finish, we could not have asked for anything more. How will this play a part at our next showing? Will Price respond to what happened tonight? What will be the fall out? Lastly… who will be the next number one contender to Drake’s Undisputed Championship? We will find out on the next… Monday Night Brawl!!!

The camera pans back to Xplode who is at the stage area now, a smirk on his face. In the ring, Drake sits in the corner against the turnbuckle, the title slung over his shoulder. He shakes his head as he smiles, knowing that X had gotten over on him once again. The fans cheer….

…..and the show fades out.

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END SCREEN

Match Winners
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MATCH 1
Nick James vs John Blade
Winner: James



MATCH 2
Nostalgia vs Newmann
Winner: Nostalgia



MATCH 3
Scott Grayse vs Cyrus Black
Winner: Black



MATCH 4
Gaines Brothers vs Vinnie and Erik Black
Winner: Erik Black and Vinnie



MATCH 5
Thomas Uriel Bates vs Anthony Grunge
Winner: Bates



MATCH 6
Ty Rant vs Ryan Hurt
Winner: Rant



MATCH 7
Crazy J and Salem Shepard vs Awkward INC
Winner: Shepard and Crazy J



MATCH 8
Abraham Frost vs Drew Stevenson
Winner: Frost



Match 9
Triple X vs Eddie Crank
Winner: Eddie Crank


Main Event 1
TV Title Match
Rebel Rhodes vs (c) Valora Thomas
Winner: Thomas Retains




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