Post by President Mac on Aug 7, 2017 22:37:40 GMT -6
WARNING:
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #488 | AUGUST 7TH 2017LIVE! from United Center in Chicago, Illinois
EWC BRAWL
AUGUST 7TH 2017
LIVE! from United Center in Chicago, Illinois
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 Minnesota
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 United Center is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.
A chant begins of
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Price: Chicago, I'm going to get straight to the point here tonight .. last week Xplode came out here and made a mockery of me and this whole brand not to mention the entire damn federation.
Boos get even louder now and a DE-STROY-ER chant begins to spread
Price: Chant all you fucking want .. there will be no appearance of Xplode tonight, I made damn well sure of that. Tonight isn't about me, it's not about Xplode, and it sure as hell isn't about that tool of a Champion you all seem to obsess over .. Drake
Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight.
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen .. the time has come .. we are live from the sold out United Center here in Chicago and we are finally seeing the start of the Undisputed Tournament leading to Night of Champions in just a few short weeks
Bennett: The legend himself .. Jaden Xplode Hunter hosted an ratings bonanza of a show last week .. that son of a bitch delivered and will be inducted into the hall of fame on the 28th of this month
Carter: Drake, Xplode and Price all came center stage last week in a very memorable ...
Boos start to pour down as Brawl GM Victor Price takes a step onto the ramp
Boos start to pour down as Brawl GM Victor Price takes a step onto the ramp
Aiello: Speaking of Price .. it looks like he is going to address us right here, right now
Price: Chicago, I'm going to get straight to the point here tonight .. last week Xplode came out here and made a mockery of me and this whole brand not to mention the entire damn federation.
Boos get even louder now and a DE-STROY-ER chant begins to spread
DE-STROY-ER
DE-STROY-ER
DE-STROY-ER
Price: Chant all you fucking want .. there will be no appearance of Xplode tonight, I made damn well sure of that. Tonight isn't about me, it's not about Xplode, and it sure as hell isn't about that tool of a Champion you all seem to obsess over .. Drake
DRAKE
DRAKE
DRAKE
DRAKE
Bennett: The fans have drowned out the GM ... how disrespectful ..
Price: Chant it all you want because tonight .. twelve EWC Superstars will put everything on the line for a shot at the EWC Undisputed Championship. I handpicked this group of twelve as I personally feel that at least one of these sons of bitches will pose some kind of a threat to Drake.
Price: Chant it all you want because tonight .. twelve EWC Superstars will put everything on the line for a shot at the EWC Undisputed Championship. I handpicked this group of twelve as I personally feel that at least one of these sons of bitches will pose some kind of a threat to Drake.
Aiello: His intentions are clear, he wants Drake out as Champ
Price: Twelve will become three .. and three will become ONE .. one of these twelve will face Drake in a Triple Threat at Night of Champions .. and I have faith that one of these twelve will be our new EWC Undisputed Champion .. it doesn't matter who wins that goofy ass ratings grab of a match on Rampage .. Brawl will be hanging onto the Championship and it will be thanks to one of my twelve that does it .. not Drake, not Xplode .. one of MY twelve
Boos begin to pour down once more as Price drops the mic and walks back behind the curtain
Price: Twelve will become three .. and three will become ONE .. one of these twelve will face Drake in a Triple Threat at Night of Champions .. and I have faith that one of these twelve will be our new EWC Undisputed Champion .. it doesn't matter who wins that goofy ass ratings grab of a match on Rampage .. Brawl will be hanging onto the Championship and it will be thanks to one of my twelve that does it .. not Drake, not Xplode .. one of MY twelve
Boos begin to pour down once more as Price drops the mic and walks back behind the curtain
Aiello: Wow .. Price continues to make enemies out of the paying fans .. and now he has made it as clear as crystal that he wants Drake out of the top spot and will do whatever it takes to try and make that happen
Bennett: Its moments like these where Drakes legacy will either be cemented by defeating another one of Victors schemes or be crapped on by Price .. regardless .. the Champ has a massive target on his back and we are all in for one hell of a show
Carter: We will be right back after these short messages.
Bennett: Its moments like these where Drakes legacy will either be cemented by defeating another one of Victors schemes or be crapped on by Price .. regardless .. the Champ has a massive target on his back and we are all in for one hell of a show
Carter: We will be right back after these short messages.
The fans continue to ... and the feed slowly fades out
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Victor Price sat backstage in his make shift office for the night, his phone held in his hands, tapping the screen with a furious urgency. He was replying as fast as he could to the endless tools and faceless trolls of Twitter who cascaded his feed with jokes at his expense. The snide comments, facetious quips and innumerable meme's depicting his confrontations with Xplode and the EWC Undisputed World Champion, Ashton Drake, on the last episode of BRAWL were getting to his head.
The bulk of the previous weeks had been spent ducking EWC reporters desperate for comment on his humiliation in front of a sold out Xcel Energy Center. He had just recently pulled his head from the sand, tired of dealing with the disrespect and had been on a whirlwind tour of evisceration of the twits on his timeline. Nothing was off limits. Kids, wives, jobs, weight, height, male pattern baldness; his insults ran the gamut.
He fired off offensive tweets like .45 caliber bullets aimed at the heads of his enemies even as the EWC social media department repeatedly sent him pleading messages to take it easy before he earned himself a permanent ban from the Twitter-verse. Price didn't care, he was pissed off, frustrated and tired of taking shit from people that he wouldn't let clean dog shit from the bottom of his expensive shoes.
Victor Price: Your mother looks like Ronald Isley and Ronald McDonald had a mongoloid, goat baby. And your daughter has a five o'clock shadow that rivals mine. . .you fat motherfucker.
He smiled wryly as he hit the send button, confident that Gordon Bondi of Tupelo, Mississippi would think twice before he sent another meme his way. He was just about to move on to Meghan Vicario of Nyack, New York when he felt the unmistakable inclination that he was no longer alone in his office. He looked up sharply, ready to deliver a tongue lashing at whoever thought it was a good idea to enter his office without knocking when he abruptly swallowed his malice. Standing before him, seemingly appearing out of nowhere were two large, muscled up men. Usually that wouldn't be cause for pause. . .but these two were different.
On their faces they wore masks of iron, resembling some primitive goalie face guard and on their bodies they wore armor that looked straight off the set of Russell Crowe and Ridley Scott's GLADIATOR. Both men were well over six feet tall. The one to the left was built like a refrigerator or an NFL defensive lineman, stocky but thick with muscle that lay just beneath a layer of cushion. He looked to be bald except for a round patch of jet black hair that covered a small portion of the upper back of his head, a long braid cascaded down over his shoulder. His partner was even larger and looked as if he was carved from granite or marble.
There didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on any visible part of his body and it looked as if every muscle on him was flexed and ready to pop from his skin. His long, black, greasy hair hung over the mask, damn near covering his eyes and just a hint of a full, ebony beard hung just below the vertical slits that served as a mouth hole. Victor looked both men up and down but before he could speak a word, the man with the long braid broke the silence, his voice like the deep, grating hum of large machinery or of a couple tons of gravel tumbling inside a concrete mixer.
Man: A sacrifice is required tonight. . .
Victor Price: Excuse me? A what? Who the fuck are you two? And who the hell let y'all into my office?
The man turned his head to look at his partner and as he began to speak once more, a humorous inflection could almost be made out.
Man: I am Axis, the Herald of Doom. He. . .is Atlas, the Omen of Tragedy. We are the World Breakers. Raised from the ruins of long lost galaxies. Created in the image of the Gods of old. Sent here with the sole mission of destroying the world as you know it. Tonight we have arrived to give the Old Gods what they require, and what they demand on this night is a human sacrifice. To spill the blood of two of your weak, repugnant, spineless sheep you call athletes. The Gods won't be satisfied until they lay broken and mangled in a heap at their feet. Pick two of your best. . .or worst, it does not matter which, and tell them to meet us out there in the ring tonight.
Victor Price: Riiiiight. . .well I don't know about a sacrifice, fellas. But if you're asking for a match. . .
World Breaker Axis: We do not ask.
Victor Price: Well, asking or not. Unfortunately that's a no can do. The cards been booked and the shows already underway. There's no one I can set you up with. Sorry.
Victor shrugged his shoulders in a dismissive gesture, but the World Breakers made no move to leave the office. Axis slowly moved his hands to his head and removed his iron face covering revealing a grim visage beneath painted in a weird pattern of black and gold. He leaned down slowly, spreading his huge hands across Price's desk pushing papers and various other items towards the BRAWL GM.
World Breaker Axis: Well that's just too bad. Because the Gods don't take disappointment very well. If you won't feed us two sheep for the sacrifice they require. . .then we'll just have to take them ourselves. You've got a Television Championship match taking place tonight, don't you? Cyrus Black would suffice, I presume. And little Valora Thomas all draped in gold. . .well I imagine the Gods would delight in feasting on the soul of a certified champion. Wouldn't you say, brother?
Axis reached out without looking and clapped an open hand across his partner's chest. Atlas didn't move one single muscle but did emit an animalistic, low growl in response.
World Breaker Axis: I also seem to recall a tournament for the Undisputed championship. It sure would be a shame if every single competitor in those matches, all twelve of them, met some kind of nefarious fate. Don't tempt us, Mr. Price and you damn sure shouldn't play with the whims of the Old Gods. The way I see it is this: either you pull something out of your ass and get two people to meet us in the middle of that ring. . .or we destroy this entire show. The choice is yours.
Victor Price's face flushed red. He didn't like being put between a rock and a hard place but he also didn't like to be made a fool of. After what happened to him on the last edition of BRAWL he couldn't afford to be compromised any further lest everything he constructed crumbled before his very eyes. He stared at the two behemoths stood before him as they stared right back at him unblinkingly, and came quickly to a decision.
Victor Price: Fine. Fine, you've got your match. I'll see if I can find two local boys back here looking to make a name for themselves. But let me tell you something. . .if you ever, EVER, come barging in here again and demand anything from me, the door ain't gonna be the only thing hittin' ya where the good Lord split ya.
World Breaker Axis smiled a grin that held no happiness in it whatsoever before affixing his iron mask back on his painted face, slapping his partner across the back and disappearing as quickly as they had appeared.
SINGLES MATCH
RYAN HURT
VS AJ JOHNSON
RYAN HURT
VS AJ JOHNSON
Aiello: Well here comes our very first match of the night, Ryan Hurt vs AJ Johnson!
Bennett: I heard these two mooks have been talking smack about each other backstage to anyone that'll listen. I'm looking forward to seeing which one is a loud mouth Son of a bitch and which one can actually back their words up.
Carter: The lovely Jessica Stroup has arrived at ringside, ready to do the honors.
Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM NEW YORK, NEW YORK!
Lights turn off. Theme Starts. The lights turn on as Ryan comes out of the curtains at :31 seconds into the song psyched up and on a mission. He stops on the ramp/walkway to look around the arena and smirks. He continues to make his way down. He quickly makes his way up the steps, jumps over the ropes and jumps right back on the second turnbuckle. He looks out into the crowd without raising his hands as he leaps off the second rope and takes off his vest. Does some vicious striking practice as his song pauses.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FEET EVEN AND WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, RRRRRRYAN HHHHHUUUUURRRRRRTTTTT!!!
Aiello: He looks pretty intense.
Carter: Well before coming to EWC, Ryan Hurt was an Indie scene darling with quite the resume. A trained BJJ fighter and kickboxer, as well as having held multiple title reigns across the board in his otherwise short career span.
Bennett: I say he's got the goods for sure just looking at him. That Johnson kid's got a workout ahead of him if he wants to win this badboy.
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT!!!! HAILING FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA....
"At My Best" by MGK hit's the PA. In full ring gear, out steps AJ Johnson onto the stage. There's no fan fair, no response to the fans what-so-ever as he heads straight for the ring. He slides under the ropes and hops to his feet, regarding his opponent with a sideways glance before heading over to his corner.
Jessica Stroup: STANDINT AT SIX FEET AND TWO INCHES AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS! AJ JJJJJJOOOOHHHHHNNNNNSSSSSOOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!
Carter: Though AJ Johnson has a longer history in the sport, it's a bit more broken up thanks to the pursuit of an acting career.
Aiello: He was a GWA Mainstay all the way until the company's doors closed a ways back and now he's taking the big step, along with his opponent tonight, into the main stream to see if he has what it takes to make it on the biggest stage in professional wrestling.
Bennett: Hurt kicks his head off in five minutes. Tops.
Carter: You're quick to dismiss AJ Johnson.
Aiello: Harsh, but we shall see. The Referee now giving them both a once over and now motioning for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Both step forward, the smack talk running like a train between them. Suddenly AJ lashes out with a hard slap to Ryan's face, followed by a forearm strike. He then pulls Ryan into an Irish whip, only for Ryan to reverse it, pulling AJ right into a hard knee to the gut, followed by a snap brainbuster!
Bennett: BOOM BRAINBUSTAH!!!!
Carter: And a pinfall followup!
Ryan rolls AJ up and on his shoulders for a fast pin attempt!
ONE!
TW-KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: And a two counter. That almost won the award for shortest match!
Both men are on their feet, AJ clutching at the back of his neck. Ryan back peddles to the nearby ropes and snaps off of them with a fast running lariat. AJ ducks at the last second and runs for the ropes as well. Ryan turns just in time for AJ to catch him right in the head with a springboard Pelee kick!
Bennett: WOAH! Nice!
Carter: Ryan Hurt downed by a springboard pelee kick and AJ Johnson making a cover of his own!
ONE!!!
TWO-KICKOUT!!!!
Aiello: Hurt kicking out and AJ rolling to a low crouch, just watching and waiting now....
Ryan rises, shaking his head only to have a hand snake up between his legs and roll him into a tight roll up pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR-KICKOUT!!!!
Bennett: Hey, I can't fault him for that. I've won a match or two like that back in the day. Whatever it takes, right?
Carter: Ryan Hurt back on his feet with an angry look in his eye!
AJ tries to catch him from behind by surprise once more, grabbing him from behind, only for Ryan to spin out of the move while taking one of his arms and pulling him right into a spinning knee to the chin that hit with a loud smack that's heard over the already raucus crowd! AJ Johnson drops to the canvas in a heap!
Aiello: PAIN MAKER!!!!
Bennett: THIS COULD BE THE END!!!!
Ryan rolls AJ's semi-conscious body over and hooks a leg.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: How'd he kick out from that? I swear I heard teeth crack from that Pain Maker!
Aiello: I couldn't tell you, but Ryan looks to be picking AJ up by the scruff of his neck and planning for something big!
Ryan runs AJ over to the nearest corner and violently slams his face into the turnbuckle. He backs up alongside his stumbling foe and whips him up and over with a brutal Snap Dragon Suplex!
Bennett: AJ Johnson just got his ass ROCKED!
Aiello: Snap Dragon Suplex and now Ryan Hurt is climbing the turnbuckle....
There's none of that signaling bullshit. Ryan climbs to the top and crouches low as AJ rolls over. Leaping off he goes airborn, looking to bring both feet crashing down on AJ Johnson's chest, but AJ manages to roll to a stand and, as soon as Ryan's feet hit the canvas, AJ Johnson busts out his take on the Superkick, clipping Ryan in the jaw and sending him snapping back violently into the corner. Ryan hits with enough force that be bounces forward and falls face first to the canvas!
Bennett: I think I stand corrected! THAT WAS FREAKING B.E.A.-UTIFUL!!!!
Carter: AJ Johnson just narrowly avoided the Sky Burial and nearly clipped Ryan Hurt's head off with a Superkick, but can he recover fast enough to take advantage?!
AJ rises with a bit of a stumble, his hand to the back of his neck. Seeing Ryan down, he simply falls on top of him, hoping Ryan doesn't notice how close the ropes are....
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHHHRRRRRRRRE-LEG ON THE ROPE!!!!
Aiello: Ryan Hurt puts a foot on the rope to save himself and the ref is now ordering AJ to break the pinfall!
Bennett: Classic mistake. Can't be pinning jokers near the ropes!
Carter: Johnson in the driver's seat now as he 'helps' Hurt to his feet....
Just as Johnson does so, he catches a hard boot to the gut that doubles him over and sends him stumbling back. Ryan then hops to one side, spins around and fires off a vicious spinning back heel kick, but AJ Johnson ducks the Public Execution! Off balance and still feeling that super kick, Ryan Hurt stumbles a bit and turns to face AJ, taking a straight kick to the gut. AJ then straddles his head, wraps his arms around the gut, and flips forward with a front flip piledriver that violently slams Ryan's skull to the canvas!
Aiello: THE DAY DREAMER!!!
AJ rolls Ryan onto his back and hooks the legs...
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHHHRRRRREEEEE!!!!
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AJ JJJJJOOOOHHHHHNNNNNSSSSSSOOOOONNNNNN!!!
Carter: Ryan Hurt almost got AJ with the Public Execution, but at the end of the night, he's left out cold by the Day Dreamer!
Bennett: Good thing I didn't throw down money on this match tonight. That's twenty bucks well saved.
Aiello: Yeah, I think AJ Johnson surprised us all tonight.
Carter: AJ Johnson just declared from the starting gate that he's still got what it takes and this Thespian in the making is off to a good start here in EWC.
Vinnie can be seen outside the arena at a local flower shop, talking to the owner of the flower shop as the camera's enter the flower shop and we can hear their discussion.
Vinnie: Look, I am a famous wrestler for EWC and I am the man of the people. The people expect me to show up with my cactus who unfortunately uhm.... did not make the trip to this place. I have been all over town and I just need a new cactus!!
The owner of the flower shop looks at him with a odd look on his face.
Owner: You need a cactus? For a wrestling show?? Why don't you try this tulip?? Or perhaps this rose?? It will make the ladies smile for sure!!
Vinnie stands there wide eyed, not saying a thing before he suddenly turns his attention to a cactus in a corner of the shop.
Vinnie: I want that cactus and I want it NOW!! Hell it doesn't matter how much it costs!!
He looks at the cactus and twitches his head as he starts to talk to himself
Vinnie: Don't you feel that he looks like our own cactus Vinnie??
He twitches again as an evil grin emerges from the obvious evil Vinnie.
Vinnie: Yeah, plus it looks like it can take a bump
The owner overhears him and realizes what is going on.
Owner: HEY!! No cactusses here are going to be used as weapons.., I...
He is suddenly sprayed in the face by Vinnie, who apparently was carrying mace in his back pocket. He grabs the cactus, sees the price tag and throws down a hunderd dollar bill as he runs off. Just before leaving the shop he turns around and grins.
Vinnie: Just keep the change!! This is a matter of life and death... And the People are expecting me with the Cactus!!
He walks off as we turn back to ringside where the announcers are in shock.
Aiello: What the hell???
Bennett: Hey, it's been a loonie bin for quite some time. But this is off the page!! Even for me man!!
The PA System comes to life with the soothing song of The Waltz of the Forest Nymphs, which immediately brings them back out of their seats with curiosity.
Aiello: Who is this… oh no…
Strutting down the ramp, chest stuck out with utmost confidence and a smile on her face, is Rampage’s own Lady Enchantra, and as always her minion ManThing walks behind her.
Bennett: Oh no? How bout oh yes? I like my women wild.
Carter: Lady E isn’t wild, she’s bat shit crazy. She thinks she’s a sorceress or something. I know she said she was coming to Brawl to scout out Drake, Eddie, and Valora as possible title conquests … and to also involve ManThing in a strongman competition against our friendly giant, Thomas Uriel Bates, but I haven’t heard much else on it.
The crowd greets her with an eruption of jeers over her recent actions against Faith Rivers and her bashing of Brawl in general, and all their roster members. Her trek to the ring is short and simple, no catering, no jaw jacking, just her smiling and ManThing looking dumb as a brick like always.
Once inside the ring she scurries up the nearest buckle and plays to the fans, somehow lost on exactly how much they dislike her. Meanwhile, ManThing steps over the top rope like it’s nothing and ambles around looking aloof.
A stage hand gives Lady E a mic and she motions the music to a halt.
Lady Enchantra: Here ye! Here ye! Here ye! Brawlings of the land filled with paper champions and glass castles, I bid thee troubled tidings from the desk of the Board of Directors. Your good giant of Brawl, Thomas URINAL Bates, and my 7’6”, 480 pound monster, ManThing, were supposed to have a series of strength based tests tonight. Unfortunately, due to Brawl’s Karate Cutie, Valora Thomas, the TV Champion going to FSW for a special match and getting absolutely, totally, completely decimated (again) by a woman nobody gives a shit about, it has made the Brawl executives weary of having another of their dominant stars possibly humiliated by another brand. Therefore the special strength contest is officially postponed. [/font]
The fans boo the announcement, and she shrugs, clearly not giving a damn one way or the other.
Lady Enchantra: Do not let your hearts be troubled, you insufferable little toerags, for I will be on hand the entire night and will observe Eddie Crank, Valora Thomas, Cyrus Black, and the great fake himself, Ashton Drake. It would be silly not to, since I am in Rampage’s upcoming Devil’s Playground match for a shot at the heavily Disputed Title, and if not present in that, I would undoubtedly be pitted against the X-Division Champion or Television Champion at Night of Champions. However, I will not leave this ring without giving you all a glimpse of the eventual test of strength contest. That’s right, by show of hands who among you have the muscle and courage to come into this ring and have a good ole fashioned hand to hand test of strength contest? Hmm? Anyone?
Bennett: Oh hell yeah, I like this. That’s a woman who won’t take no for an answer.
Carter: I have a feeling that only Thomas Bates himself can overpower this monster, and even then it’d take every bit of him to do it. I don’t see a whole lot of hands going up either.
Lady E searches the fans and taunts like she is going to pick this guy or that guy who are pretty buffed up, but then she points to a scrawny guy who is nothing more than a bag of bones. Security lets him over the rail and into the ring, where he bounces around like a madman, just happy to be on TV. That’s the only reason he probably raised his hand in the first place.
Lady Enchantra: Okay, okay. Get it out of your system. Let’s go, don’t have all night.[/font]
The young man, mid 20s, bounces up to both of them and now, finally, realizes how screwed he is as ManThing bores a hole of “I’m going to fuck you up” through him.
Lady Enchantra: Let the games… BEGIN!
She moves away and perches herself atop the nearest corner, as ManThing toys with the man, hovering his large paw way, way above his head. The kid jumps up and down trying to clamp onto it, and finally it works. But of course, ManThing goes zero to sixty in a fraction of a second, snapping and bending the poor guy’s hands and wrist back. A sickening snap, crackle and pop reverberates through the arena as the man’s hands and wrists break. He lets out a horrible scream and thrashes around before being released and Tomahawk Chopped into obliteration.
Carter: OH MY GOD!!!!! NO!!!!!
Aiello: WE NEED MEDICAL OUT HERE STAT!
Bennett: Ah just give the kid some water and Ibuprofen, he’ll be alright.
With their point made, Lady E hops down, collects some hair samples from the man’s scalp, then retreats up the ramp with her abomination of a servant.
SINGLES MATCH
ERIK BLACK
VS SIDNEY BLADE
ERIK BLACK
VS SIDNEY BLADE
Carter: Well that ... that was .. um .. wow ...
Aiello: Lets move along because I am sure the internets will be exploding about now .. Next on the card we have Erik Black in his third EWC Brawl Match taking on Sidney Blade, the brother of one of the hardest working men in EWC
Bennett: I still don't know what in the hell I just saw happen here ..
Aiello: Lets focus on this match coming up ...
Bennett: Focus on what? Another Blade? How many we have now? Who cares about these guys .. what makes this sum bitch better then John Blade? John has made himself look like a tool week in and week out
Carter: Be that as it may, Sidney is out to prove the family of Blade is stronger than it's most famous, or infamous depending on how you look at it, family member.
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM DETROIT MICHIGAN....
Death Trend Setta by Cross fade hits on the PA system as the lights go dark. A spotlight shines on the entrance stage as Erik walks out. He has a black towel over his face. He stops at the ramp and looks around before darting to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and runs to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs it. He does a black flip off of it while throwing the black towel into the crowd. He then simply waits for his opponent.
Jessica Stroup: HE STANDS AT SIX FOOT-ONE AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS, ERIK BBBBBLLLLLLAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCK!!!!
Aiello: After finding Tag Team success with Vinnie last week, you'd think he'd be a bit more pumped up coming into this match.
Carter: Erik Black has one goal and one goal only coming into this match. He wants to make the elder Blade brother regret ever setting foot in a pro wrestling ring. He'll be out to maime and punish every step of the way.
Bennett: Good, maybe he'll send the message along to little Johnny.
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM WORCESTER, MASS....
The arena's lights fall to the lively pulse of 'Chasing After' by Tantric; taking center stage in a coal black wife beater, smokey denim pants, and heavy boots is Sidney Blade, from which he pauses casually popping his taped fingers.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FOOT-ONE AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS....
His hands drop to his sides as he turns his neck to either side of the arena, examining all parts of the crowd. Shortly after, he commences bouncing on the ball of his toes to exhibit his footwork prior to storming down the ramp; shadow boxing and flexing his chest muscles while making his way to the ring. The crowd responding to his aggressive actions with jeers. At ringside, Sidney props himself onto the apron with a single knee, using the ropes for leverage to enter the ring. Stepping through the middle rope and coming to a slow stop in the ring's center, loosening his neck with slight yet swift movements.
Jessica Stroup: ....SIDNEY BBBBBBBLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDEEEEE!!!
Carter: Sidney Blade is all business as he gets face to face with Erik Black.
The two talk a little smack, Erik moreso than Sidney. A hard shove from Erik sends Sidney back a step and just as he is about to respond with a right cross, the Referee muscles in between them both. Erik steps back and motions for Sidney to come at him, but the Ref keeps him back. Sidney finally listens to the ref and gives a knowing little nod to Erik as he backs up.
Bennett: Let 'em go ref! Stupid rules, bah!
Carter: A little altercation before the bell ring has the Ref reading both men the riot act.
Aiello: Well after Erik Black practically burying him with a shoot just the other day, I can only imagine what Sidney Blade is itching to do to the man.
Bennett: In his shoes? It'd be neck snappery up in this biznitch.
The Ref finally rings the bell...
DING DING DING
...and before the third bell chimes, Sidney Blade has crossed the entire length of the ring, scooped Erik Black up with both arms and VIOLENTLY slammed him into the far corner. There he proceeds to batter his shoulder into Erik's midsection over and over, the man convusively thrashing with each shot. After four or five of these shoulder checks, Sidney begins savagely battering the body trunk with shot after shot, working his way up to Erik's face. With the ref trying to pry Sidney back, he batters Erik to the canvas and then puts the boots to him before a count of four finally pulls him back and away from Erik!
Bennett: HELL YEAH!!!!
Carter: Sidney Black just unleashed a hellish fury on Erik Black and was only stopped by intervention from the referee!
Erik is slow to recover, seeing nothing but stars as he pulls himself to a stand. He doesn't even have a chance to react as Sidney blasts back at him once again, throwing a European Uppercut into his face that drops him right back down to a seat. Sidney then thrusts his boot right against Erik's throat, choking him on the canvas while roaring at him, "WHO'S PATHETIC NOW, HUH?!"
Aiello: Sidney Blade is unleashing his vicious side tonight here, folks!
Another four count by the ref has Sidney pulling back, this time getting in the Ref's face for a moment. Meanwhile, Erik Black rolls out of the ring, stumbling a bit as he tries to shake the fog from his mind.
Carter: Sidney may want to back off and focus on his opponent.
Bennett: That ref needs to learn his place!
Finally the elder Blade turns and notices Erik leaning against the time keeper's table. He rushes through the ropes and out to ringside. As he approaches, Erik turns and fires off a stiff roundhouse kick that manages to stagger Sidney, sending him swaying towards the ring apron.
Aiello: A roundhouse kick to the temple buys Erik time, but not very much!
Erik stumbles away, wiping at a bloody nose as Sidney gives a few shakes of his head and immediately gives chase. Erik rolls under the ropes, into the ring and immediately runs to the opposite side and slides out. Sidney keeping close pursuit the entire time. As Sidney reaches through the ropes to try and grab his foe, Erik instead grabs his wrist, jumps up and cracks the elbow right over the middle rope, bending the joint at a painful angle. Sidney falls back, clutching at the elbow with a grimace of pain!
Bennett: Dumb move there! Don't reach through those ropes, just go through 'em and get to battering!
Erik then slides under the ropes as Sidney gets to his feet, still clutching at the elbow. He moves in on Sid, delivering rapid fire punishing kicks to the calf, knee, and hip, over and over, driving his opponent to the ropes. A final snap kick catches that hurt elbow, followed by a spinning roundhouse that flips Sid over the top rope for a hard landing on the apron!
Carter: In a few short moves, Erik Black has turned this match completely back in his favor!
Aiello: And he ain't stopping there!
Erik hops back and then spins forward, hitting the Death Trend Setta, the spinning roundhouse sending Sid spiraling off the apron and into a heap on the arena floor! Erik then falls to one knee, feeling the effects of the beating he took at the beginning of the match. He hugged his arms around his ribs with a wince of pain. Meanwhile, Sidney Blade lay upon the arena floor in an unmoving, but still breathing heap.
Carter: What a devastating kick!
Aiello: Normally it's a setup to the Overload of the Unbelievable Experience.
Bennett: God what a mouthful for a move name! Why not call it the Bad ass kick or something simple?
Aiello: Mouthful or not, it got the job done.
At this point, Erik is outside the ring with Sidney and applying a judicious helping of stomps. After about putting the boots to him six or so times, he gathers Sid up and slings him back into the ring. As Sidney fights to a stand, he pulls back onto the ropes and slingshots up and over, delivering a Babayaga punch right to Sidney's jaw and sending him straight to the canvas. Within seconds, he goes for the pin attempt!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: A slingshot Babayaga only netted a two and a half count for Erik Black.
Aiello: Say what you will about Sidney Blade, but he can take a punch far better than his brother!
Erik gathers Sidney up and just as he starts to apply a Muay Thai clinch, Sidney suddenly explodes with a headbutt right in his forehead. As Erik's head snaps back, Sid grabs his head, steps to the side and yanks him down with a neckbreaker across the knee he calls....
Aiello: CERVICALGIA! Sidney just snaps the neck of Black right across his knee!
Bennett: But wait, there's more!
Sidney, a bit bleary eyed, but sporting an expression that screams "Ain't dying tonight!" pulls Erik into a reverse facelock, stretches out the arm and then spins with his foe for a near face breaking rolling cutter named...
Carter: AND THERE'S THE BLEEDING EDGE!!!! It's all over!
Sidney makes the cover and,
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHHRRRREEEEE!!!!
DING DING DING!
Jessica Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, SIDNEY BBBBBBLLLLLAAAAAAADDDDDDEEEEE!!!!
Sidney rises off of Erik, his theme playing over the PA system. He simply looks down at Erik, rears his head back with a snort, and spits on his unconscious opponent's chest!
Carter: Sidney showing just how deep his disdain for Erik Black truly runs.
Bennett: He talked alotta' shit, which I do enjoy good shit talk, but in the end, if you can't back that shit talk up, you're just a fool. Period.
Aiello: What a decisive and violent victory for Sidney Blade. He's now one big step towards cleaning the name of the Blade family.
Bennett: Only one Blade that will ever stand out in EWC history .. and it's neither of these two .. I miss the original son of a bitch .. Blade himself ..
Carter: We will be back right after this message ...
A wide variety cobwebs hung from the rafters and billowed in the breeze that stirred the dust in the old throne room. The once proud throne room used to belong to a once great king. Time hasn't been good to the dilapidate room that seems to have suffered from the passage of time. Shredded curtains hang like great sheets of hair from a withered hag strewn about, white, dirty looking and tangled in the webs the spiders weaved. The muck and grime frosted panes of the windows were as coated in thick dust as the rest of the room. The heavy dirt obscuring the little moon light that struggled through them. The sound of dripping water echoed throughout the room in the dim of twilight of the oncoming night. The intricate work of the spiders graces every wall and window frame, especially the once mighty throne in the center of the room. The old webs hang loosely, waving in the draft next to the new delicate silky strands of a quite large arachnid. Each cobweb is a new home within an old one, something occupied in this old abandoned throne room. The sound of the old wood floors creak, echoing even louder in the silence. Footfalls create a cadence as the shape of a man peers through the torn curtains, the shadowy visage breaks through the shadow among tattered curtains, they are not visible.
: "What was once a respected and undisputed champion, one of the most decorated athletes turned into…a novelty. A nostalgia act to line their pockets. I saw the writing on the wall painted in white, and I knew in my heart of hearts that it was time to leave the company I put the exclamation point at the end of my name. For six years, for six years I stared up from the bottom of that hole, knowing full well that one day I would have my opportune time to ascend beyond the parameters they set for me."The shadowy figure moves through the throne room, pushing pass the cobwebs that looked like a splintered windshield. He makes his way along side the once prestigious dignified throne, wiping his fingertip against the arm rest. The shape kneads the dust between his index and thumb, his head tilting his head back to survey the ruin this room has endured.
: "For six years I did it all, won them all. Every title and championship, every accolade and accomplishment I could achieve. Was it enough? Did it satiate the hunger I felt inside that knew, that knew there was a feast out their that could feed the famine I felt inside! Those years were full of intensity, but I knew it was only a stepping stone…it was the minor leagues full of bush league players. Now, now I have ascended to the super elite, this…this is where the true Kings and Queens of wrestling do business."The visage slowly moves into the moonlight to bask in it's glow, the face revealed. A stoic face with cascading brunette locks and a thick beard lining his jaw.
: "Neo Carner has arrived in EWC, and I've made it my one mission to exceed my past, to become something greater than I ever was. I'm here to bring all the passion and triumph that only I can deliver. I didn't come here to wade in the shallows, I've come to prove my worth with the depth of EWC's roster! I left behind a kingdom where I wasn't a big fish in a small pond, I was a Blue Whale in a crystal clear tear drop!"Neo gives a cocky little smirk in the pale moonlight. He slowly lifts something that's unknowingly been at his side all along. It's a nice little cherry red tin gas container that Neo begins to douse the room with, creating fuming puddles of liquid. Neo drowns the throne in fuel as he begins to let out a low bellowing laugh.
Neo: "Burning down the past I made is the only way to move forward. My accomplishments have only given me the resolve to push myself to be the better than all of the stalwart performers who bring their absolute best to the table. I've come to show everyone why I was once called the King of Crowns, why I was once an Infinite Sovereign!"
Neo grabs hold of a silver zippo lighter out of his pocket, flicking the metal lid open and then igniting the flame with a roll of his thumb. The zippo's flame is a flickering fire that casts an orange glow over the face of Neo Carner.
Neo: "EWC…Neo Carner…Is my name."
Neo tosses the lighter over his shoulder onto the throne that is set ablaze in roaring glory.
Neo: "A name you will not soon forget!"
The throne room ignites in furious flames as Neo boldly strides towards the camera that slowly fades to black, but the crackling embers popping can still be heard.
“Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the P.A. System as the fans jump up to their feet cheering.
Steve Bennett: What’s going on here? That’s Thomas Uriel Bates’ music, he’s not scheduled to come out yet!
Joe Aiello: This must be in response to Lady Enchantra, who visited earlier today.
Thomas Uriel Bates walks out to the stage dressed in a dark grey three-piece suit. The fans cheer even louder as he slowly makes his way to the ring.
Max Carter: This man may very well be one of the only people that can take out ManThing, and something tells me he might be ready to do it right now!
Bates grabs the top rope, and pulls himself up to the apron. He steps over the top rope and enters the ring, grabbing a microphone from Jessica Stroup.
Thomas Uriel Bates: You think breaking some poor guy’s hands and wrists is some kind of show of strength? It’s a show of weakness, ManThing. It tells me that you don’t have the guts to pick on someone your own size. You’d rather pull someone out of the crowd, who isn’t trained for this, who isn’t able to stand up to you, and you’d rather hurt them to make some kind of statement. You’re a coward, ManThing.
The crowd pops, as Bates paces around the ring. He stops and focuses on a camera.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Enchantra, you want to prove your puppet is strong? You want to prove that you have the muscle to do whatever you want? You have your chance. We’ll have our Test of Strength. Only, it won’t be to break some poor man’s hands. It won’t be by picking on people who don’t have a chance. You’re testing his strength against me. So we’re going to do this properly. A true Test of Strength.
Bates holds out his thumb.
Thomas Uriel Bates: The first challenge; the Atlas Stones. We will lift five increasingly heavy stones into five increasingly high platforms.
Bates holds out his index finger.
Thomas Uriel Bates: The second challenge; the Keg Toss. We must throw a thirty-three pound keg over increasingly high bars, starting at eighteen feet high.
He extends his middle finger to join the other two.
Thomas Uriel Bates: The third challenge; the Deadlift. We will have sixty seconds to deadlift an eight-hundred and twenty-seven pound car as many times as possible.
The fans cheer as Bates extends his ring finger.
Thomas Uriel Bates: The fourth challenge; the Kettlebell Throw. We will have sixty seconds to throw seven kettleballs ranging in weight from forty-four pounds to sixty-seven pounds, over a sixteen foot bar.
Bates holds out his pinkie finger.
Thomas Uriel Bates: The fifth, and last challenge; the Plane Pull. We must carry a plane weighing forty tonnes a distance of Eighty-two feet.
The fans cheer loudly.
Max Carter: That is a test of strength!
Steve Bennett: Can ManThing even keep up with that?
Joe Aiello: Bates is a strongman, but even this must tax him a bit. This will indeed be interesting to see.
Thomas Uriel Bates: That is a test of strength, Enchantra. Get your pet ready for that, and a little hint; breaking people’s fingers won’t help him any.
Bates hands the microphone back to Jessica Stroup and steps over the top rope before jumping off the apron. He walks out as the fans cheer loudly for the event to come.
Carter: Sunday before last, at an event FSW held at the Cajun Dome in Louisiana, an incident occurred between Rebel Rhodes and Hope Diamond, involving Rebel chasing her out of the arena with a baseball bat.
Aiello: True and just a few days ago, Hope's legal representative had this to say on the matter...
Bennett: He's doing what he can to protect his client from that vile bitch, Rebel Rhodes. She came at Hope Diamond, one of the premier talents for this company, with a baseball bat and full on intentions to brutally dismantle her! Where was the security? Where was her protection at?
Aiello: Probably in the same place they were on the night that Hope interfered with Rebel Rhodes and Valora Thomas' match.
Carter: I'd say the reaction was more than fair. Rebel Rhodes owes Hope in a big BIG way for costing her one of the more prestigious titles in our company.
Bennett: Oh boo hoo, it was just the fricken TV Title. So what if it was held by Griffin Hawkins for an ungodly amount of days? It's arguably the lowest tier championship in the promotion! You're swimming in the low end of the talent pool.
Aiello: I beg to differ, but the Rebel has a response to that statement. Cue camera 6 somewhere backstage.
We cut immediately to an old and dusty storage room, boxes and crates lining the walls as a single hanging light with a cone shade that forced much of the room to be cloaked in darkness. Stepping into the circle of light upon that floor is the Rebel, Melinda Rhodes with a stern look on her face. She's dressed for competition, lightly smacking her bright red aluminum baseball bat against her hand.
She starts to pace around the edge of the light, twirling that ball bat at her side as she does so. Not once does she cast a look at the camera as it follows her movements in silence.
Regardless, the expected veiled threat has come and I have to say this in response to big bad Lou Thirteen. Bring it, bitch. If your client is woman enough, maybe she can come at me instead of sending her lawyer to deliver the message. You want to talk about blood prices? You want to talk eye for an eye? Here's the deal, words mean fuck all in our sport. People get verbally ran down on a daily basis. Saying I have someone's back, no matter how foolishly naive they may be to buy whatever bullshit is spoon fed into their ears, doesn't warrant taking a knee to the face.
The Rebel smirks and props the bat upon her shoulder, continuing that pace as she talks to the camera and more directly, to Hope Diamond.
I owe you? Fuck that, you owe me and I have yet to even collect on that debt, Hope Zirconium. All I did was follow along with the song and smash the windows out your motherfucking car. So Hope, you can continue to be a fucking pussy, hiding behind your indifferent Lawyer, or you can set a date on Monday Night Brawl or Future Stars and allow me to try and collect upon the debt you owe me.
She turned and walked to the center of the light. Facing the camera, Mel placed the head of the bat upon the floor and leaned forward upon the pommel of the bat, hands crossed. The lighting played dramatically with her features, shadows cast upon her face by the raven black locks framing it, as well as the ridge of her brow practically blacking out her eyes.
My words cost you nothing. Your actions cost me a championship. Costing me a championship costs you your ass, which I will gladly hand back to you on a platter once I kick the living shit out of it. Meanwhile, if you try to collect on this so-called 'debt' I owe you....
Her lips twist into a dangerous grin.
….All I'll say is, if you don't end me with your little threat, then I'm going to end you as I've ended those who came before you. I've lost battles, but honey, I fucking win wars and I'm prepared to go to motherfucking war with you if I have to. All you have to do is nudge me and push just a little bit harder. Right now, this is nothing and doesn't have to be anything if you would grow a pair of fucking ovaries, be a real woman, and fucking step up to the plate.
The grin fades from her face as the Rebel rises back to a full stand. Slowly she lifts and points the baseball bat at the camera.
At the end of the day, Hope won't be enough. You see, Diamonds are hard as fuck, but also very brittle because they have absolutely no give. It can cut glass but it can't take being hit by a hammer more than one time. Apply enough pressure and the Diamond becomes dust.
She lowers the baseball bat down to her side.
But then Hope, you're not a real Diamond. You're a cheap rock that can be bought at a discount jewelry store or the counter at fucking Wal-Mart. You're a Cubic Zirconia that looks good until a real pro puts you to the test and until you take that chance to try and prove me wrong, sweetheart, that's all you'll ever be. Ball's in your court bitch. Make a move or the next time I won't let you have the luxury of escaping.
And with that, Melinda Rhodes turns and walks out of the light. The scene cuts right back to ringside.
Aiello: Strong words by Rebel Rhodes.
Bennett: I'll admit... she's not like the other goody good girls around here. She has some bite to her!
Carter: The Rebel has put down the challenge, now will Hope be the Diamond her last name says she is, or will she be more like the cheap discount stone that Rhodes says she is. We'll find out that and more soon enough! We will be joined by Rebel in just a few moments here
SINGLES MATCH
REBEL RHODES
VS KESTREL
REBEL RHODES
VS KESTREL
Aiello: Next up we got some singles action coming your way, the Rebel Melinda Rhodes who we just heard from backstage will be taking on the returning from leave .. Kestrel.
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen. Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, residing 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: Rebel Rhodes came so close to capturing the Television Championship a couple of weeks back in the main event of Brawl.
Bennett: Booohoo. Coming so close is still a failure in my books.
Carter: That's a little harsh on Rebel. If you'll recall Hope Diamond who was our guest commentator at the time, got herself involved in the match, hitting Rebel with a Busaiku Knee kick before Valora Thomas picked up the victory. If Hope hadn't got involved who knows what the outcome of the match would have been.
Jessica Stroup: ...and her opponent, residing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 155 Lbs... KEEESSSSSTREEELLLL
The overhead lights dim as the sound of a chopper flying overhead fills the air, the opening for 'Torture' taking over a few seconds later. As the song kicks into proper gear alongside of Layla Brooklyn Allman's scream, lights of a muted shade of pink and white swirl out over the crowd as smoke rises up through the grating of the rampway, the crowd filling the air with their boos in anticipation for the woman that is about to come out.
The song jumps to the chorus as Kestrel emerges from the back, the slender blond thrusting her fists over her head garnering more of that heated reaction… though such is not something that she seems concerned with. Rather, it appears that the gesture is for her own benefit, and hers alone if one goes by the deep breath she takes before she's in motion anew. As she makes her way down the ramp, it becomes readily apparent that she's not paying the crowd much of a reaction at all-- even a brave fan's successful attempt to run his fingers through the long strands of her hair is ignored beyond the faintest flick of her head away from the touch.
Climbing the stairs, Kestrel puts her back to the ring ropes as she looks out over the crowd, though it could be argued quite easily that she's looking past them. A subtle shake of her head and she's kicking off the ring apron to flip into the ring, landing lightly on her feet. From there, she merely makes her way over to her corner and waits for the match to begin.
Aiello: Here we have the mysterious Kestrel back in a Brawl ring.
Bennett: She's here to put an end to the rebel once and for all. Thank god! Our savior!
Carter: Isn't a Kestrel a bird?
Aiello: Kestrel made her debut back in Sacramento in April on Brawl, where she defeated Adatu Urakih. We haven't seen Kestrel since then
Rebel looks around the arena and out towards the crowd.
Aiello: Rebel seems distracted.
Carter: Rebel has to watch her back, because her rivalry with Hope Diamond has only intensified in the last few weeks.
Bennett: Rebel has went off the deep end if you ask me, she showed up on a recent FSW show with a baseball bat! Hope Diamond only barely made it out of the arena in one piece.
The ref rings the bell.
DING DING DING
Rebel is still distracted looking out at the crowd as Kestrel rushes at her and tackles her down to the mat, once on the mat Kestrel tries to lock Rebel in clipped wings, but Rebel scrambles free and gets to her feet.
Aiello: Rebel has to get her head in the game, she only just escaped from the clipped wings!
Kestrel gets to her feet, a smile spreads across her face. Rebel mouths something at Kestrel. The two women square up to each other, trading insults. Kestrel slaps Rebel across the face hard. The crowd react to this, some jeers can be heard around the arena.
Carter: Ouch that's gotta hurt.
Rebel licks her lips and laughs, before shouting at Kestrel THAT ALL YOU GOT! Kestrel launches a fist at Rebel, but Rebel blocks and responds with a hard headbutt that connects with Kestrels face. Kestrel stumbles back towards the corner. Rebel wastes no time as she charges at Kestrel and knees her in the gut before she leaps up and wraps her legs around Kestrels head, hitting her with a Frankensteiner. Rebel goes for the pin.
1....
2.... KICKOUT BY KESTREL!
Rebel grabs a handful of Kestrels hair and picks her to her feet. Rebel runs off the ropes and comes back at Kestrel, Kestrel hits Rebel with a chop block stopping her in her tracks. Rebel holds her chest in pain. Kestrel hits Rebel with another chop block. Rebel screams in Kestrels face HIT ME AGAIN!! Kestrel screams back at Rebel and the two women start launching a fury of fists and kicks at each other. The crowd are going crazy as the two women trade back and forth body blows.
Aiello: Kestrel and Rebel are absolutely battering each other here!
Carter: The crowd are loving it!
Rebel picks Kestrel up for the wild ride but Kestrel wraps her legs around Rebels neck, squeezing tightly. Rebel falls to her knees as Kestrels applies more pressure around her neck. Kestrel flips around and onto her feet, she grabs Rebel and hits her with a dragon screw. Rebel rolls over but gets back on her feet quick style, Kestrel runs at Rebel, Rebel ducks Kestrels clothesline, Kestrel runs off the ropes and back at Rebel. Rebel hits Kestrel with a back body drop! Kestrel holds her back in pain as she rolls out the ring. Rebel follows her outside. Kestrel gets to her feet and leans against the ring post. Rebel charges at Kestrel, but Kestrel moves out of the way and Rebel runs headfirst into the ring post. Kestrel then charges at Rebel but Rebel pulls out a dropkick which catches Kestrel straight in the face. Both women are on the floor on the outside.
Aiello: This match is going at 100 miles per hour!
Carter: Rebel caught Kestrel in the face with that dropkick but Rebel herself is still feeling the affects of running into that ring post.
Bennett: Neither Kestrel or Rebel is going to give up easily here. We have got a fight on our hands.
The ref is up to a 3 count now as both women struggle to there feet. Rebel grabs Kestrel by the hair and whips her viciously into the side barrier. Kestrel lets out an agonizing scream as she holds her back. Rebel falls to her knees, she raises her hand to her forehead as she realizes she is starting to bleed.
Aiello: Rebel could have a concussion here.
Bennett: Oh great, she'll have another excuse if she loses.
Carter: Love or hate Rebel, she never makes excuses. That's one of the toughest competitors in the entire EWC right there!
The ref is up to a 7 count as Rebel rolls into the ring. Kestrel crawls to the ring apron and pulls herself up to her feet. Rebel pulls Kestrel into the ring, blocking the refs view, Kestrel reaches up and rakes Rebels eyes. Rebel stumbles back, temporarily blind. Kestrel gets to her feet, she grabs Rebel and hits her with the Haggard Landing! Kestrel goes for the pin.
Aiello: It could be all over here!
ONE....
TWO....
THRE.....REBEL GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Kestrel bangs the floor in frustration, before she gets to her feet and starts stomping on Rebel.
Carter: Kestrel has lost it.
The ref tries to pull Kestrel away but Kestrel shoves him off before grabbing a down Rebel and locking her in the clipped wings! Rebel screams in pain.
Aiello: Kestrel locking that painful submission on Rebel!
As blood trickles down Rebels face, the ref ask her if she wants to give up. Rebel screams NO. Kestrel applies more pressure to Rebel.
Carter: Rebel can't last much longer surely!
Rebel starts to fade as Kestrel keeps the hold locked in but then the ref notices Rebel has managed to reach her right leg out and onto the bottom rope! The ref calls for Kestrel to break the hold but Kestrel refuses. The ref counts to five, Kestrel lets go at the last second.
Aiello: Rebel managed to escape the hold but the damage has already been done.
Bennett: Idiot, she should have tapped out when she had the chance.
Kestrel looks at her hands, which are covered in Rebels blood. She grabs Rebel by the hair and picks her up. She wipes her bloody hand over Rebels already blood soaked face. Rebel suddenly comes to life and hits Kestrel with an elbow strike to the head, Kestrel responds with an elbow strike of her own. The two women trade punches and kicks to each others bodies.
Carter: What a battle! Where are they finding the energy to keep fighting!
Kestrel goes for a single arm DDT but Rebel reveres it into a judo hiptoss. Kestrel struggles to her feet, Rebel stalks her from behind ready to put her away... suddenly ' Black Diamond ' – Stratovarius plays over the sound system! Rebel turns and looks up at the entrance ramp.
Carter: What the hell! That's Hope Diamonds music! Is she here?
Rebel shouts COME ON THEN as she waits for Hope to appear. Kestrel catches Rebel off guard, grabbing her from behind and rolling her up! The ref counts...
ONE....
TWO....
THREE!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Your winner.... KEEESSSSTREEELLLLLLL!
Kestrel rolls out the ring and celebrates as she makes her way up the ramp. Rebel looks around her, confused and angry.
Aiello: The distraction of Hope Diamonds music playing has cost Rebel this match!
Bennett: Looks like Rebel should have just kept quiet .. or maybe Kestrel was just the smarter opponent on the night.
Carter: I wouldn't like to be in Hopes shoes when Rebel does finally get her hands on her.
Aiello: We will be right back with you folks after this break as the undisputed tournament gets underway!
We cut back stage to see the camera shaking as the cameraman struggles to keep up with Ace Heart, who in turn is seen racing excitedly after a sauntering figure in the far background.
Ace: Is - is that him? It can't be, he's not supposed to -- Mr Darkwater? Mr Darkwater!
The figure in question stops in its tracks and turns slowly around to face the approaching camera, a gnarled face smiling thinly through a thick brown beard. He's dressed head-to-toe in a sweeping crimson coat with black leather straps and buckles holding a variety of weapons including an old flintlock pistol and a cutlass sheathed in an ornate navy-blue scabbard. His piercing blue eyes seem to flash with mischief as he bows his head sharply.
Ace: It is you! Morgan --
Darkwater: Captain Morgan Darkwater, if ye wouldn'a mind gentlemen; I may not be on me ship, but I assures thee my rank remains... now, jus' what can I be doin' for ye this fine evenin'...?
Ace looks uncharacteristically flustered for a second, but then regains his composure with a smoothing down of his hair.
Ace: Captain Darkwater, sorry... well, it's just we all saw your debut announcement only last night on Prime --
Darkwater: Aye, an' a fine piece o' work it was, too.
Ace: Uh, sure... but it stated you weren't scheduled to debut until next week's episode of Brawl. So, why the sudden appearance here tonight?
The Captain pauses somewhat to consider his answer, flashing the camera a charming smile before continuing.
Darkwater: Aye, next week be my official, in-ring debut, sure enough. But when I heard on th' Winds o' Fortune that President Mac be holdin' a Fatal Four-Way Tournament to decide th' challenger for Drake's Undisputed Championship later this month at Night o' Champions, I thought to me'self "Morgan old boy, what better way t'get proper firsthand experience o' th' best EWC's flagship show has t' offer than t'be ringside as e'ryone battles it out fer th' gold?" So... here I be.
Ace: That's it? You're just here to watch the rest of the roster duke it out for Drake's title, to observe and study your future competition?
Darkwater: That be all, on me honor as a Captain.
Ace: So we won't need to worry about any interference on your behalf...?
Morgan pauses again, chuckling softly to himself before flashing the camera another charming, roguish smile.
Darkwater: Well now, that would be tellin'... after all, I am a pirate Captain. Har-har-har!
With those enigmatic last words, Morgan turns on his heel with a wide sweep of his crimson coat and saunters off-camera, leaving Ace looking from him to the cameraman and back again several times in confused, anxious silence.
UNDISPUTED TOURNAMENT (A)
FATAL FOUR-WAY
NICK JAMES
VS TONY SAVAGE
VS THOMAS URIEL BATES
VS SCOTT GRAYSE
FATAL FOUR-WAY
NICK JAMES
VS TONY SAVAGE
VS THOMAS URIEL BATES
VS SCOTT GRAYSE
Joe Aiello: Interesting words from Morgan backstage .. one of the newest members of BRAWL .. What a match we just before the break and now here we are ladies and gentlemen. The first of three tournament matches on tonight’s edition of Monday Night Brawl.
Max Carter: So much tonight on display in these three matches. But only 3 can move onto the next round.
Jessica Stroup- Introducing first Nick Jamesssssss!
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
Max Carter: Nick James coming off an impressive win over John Blade in a First Blood last week.
Joe Aiello- Nick James has a nice mix of old school and new school techniques, making him a threat in any match.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Obviously you can’t trust him, because he has two first names.
Jessica Stroup: Next we have Scotttttt Graysssseeee!
Reborn by Stonesour plays throughout the arena. 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.
Joe Aiello: Grayse is looking to use his strength and skills to turn things around after two tough losses.
Max Carter: The competition does not get any easier tonight. But Grayse has the drive to see this thing through.
'Midnight Rider' by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system as the titron begins showing clips of Thomas Uriel Bates, alternating between clips of his ring experience, and a long solitary ride on his motorcycle. As the video continues to play, Thomas Uriel Bates steps out to the stage wearing his wrestling attire.
Jessica Stroup: 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 Scott Grayse then Nick James 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 Grayse and James as he steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates steps towards Scott Grayse and Nick James and stretches out his arms as he roars loudly. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect.
Max Carter: Here comes a weapon of mass destruction.
Joe Aiello: Yes Max. Bates has a wide variety in his moveset, unusual for a man of his size.
Run the Jewels: "Legend Has It" blasts throughout the arena…
The arena lights kick off...
The smart phone lights in the crowd provide the pyro...
And R.T.J. lets people know....
Dad's home, and some punk kid's getting spanked!
Tony marches down the ring in jeans and a pair of Jordans, shirtless and revealing scars on a taut military frame; his fists wrapped in tape. He's surrounded by grimey ass goons with leather cuts with "Savage Solutions" stiched on their backs; the cuts all adorned with various patches signifying acheivements under the service of the aforementioned mercenary group. When security tries to move in, they make it clear they ain't having it.
Two of his boys open up the ring ropes for T, and he steps in, climbing the turnbuckle to the top and standing there with arms folding, looking through the dark at the crowd like they're dogshit he stepped in, while the announce broad tells us shit we already know...
Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, in the ring, from New York, New York...weighing in at 245 lbs... The Atlanta Falcon... TONY.....SAAAAAVAGE!
Actual footage of Tony enjoying a victory smoke after ending Titan's career in the Slaughterhouse Match!*
When the lights do come back on, he hops down and stands in the middle of the ring, crackles his knuckles, and business is now open.
Joe Aiello: Savage is looking to making his way back to the EWC Undisputed Title. He wants to prove he is even more dangerous now then he was during his last reign.
Steve “The Predator” Bennet: There he is. The man that has proven he can take down Drake because he has held the EWC Undisputed Title before.
Max Carter: That is faulty logic Steve.
Bennett: Your par….
Joe Aielllo: It looks like we are ready to kick this off.
DING DING DING
All four men are staring each other down. Savage turns to James and Grayse nods, then looks at T.U.B. The three men begin to charge at T.U.B, midway Savage stops, while James and Grayse are met with thunderous Clotheslines. As T.U.B. knocked the two men down, Savage springboards off the ropes and connect with a Superman punch to the side of T.U.B.’s head. T.U.B. is stunned and staggers down to his left a bit. Savage charges and connects with a Jumping Bionic Elbow, knocking T.U.B. to a knee. As Savage lands, Nick James sneaks behind and goes for a roll-up…
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Grayse breaks up the count. Grayse gets up, turns to see T.U,B. getting to his feet, so he charges and connects with a Big Boot, knocking T.U.B. through the middle rope. Given his weight T.U.B lands hard on the outside. Grayse slides under the ropes. He realizes he has a second while T.U.B, regains his composure, so he reaches under the ring.
Joe Aiello: Savage used his wily ways to knock the big man down a peg. Try to get the momentum his way early
Max Carter: James and Grayse showing they are prepared for war too.
Meanwhile in the ring, Savage and James have been going blow for blow, until James blocks one and rakes the eyes of Savage the connected with a Step-Up Enziguri. James has Savage in a Rear Naked Choke. Outside the ring, Grayse has taken out a chair, he cocks back, and swings, but T.U.B. throws his foot up with all his might, causing the chair to knock back into the face of Grayse. T.U.B. gets to his feet, picks up Grayse with both hands by the neck, turns and throws Grayse into the barricade. Then charges and drives a knee into the gut of Grayse, knocking Grayse to the ground.
Joe Aiello: All that force into the gut of Grayse. He may have some broken ribs.
Bennett: You know what they say Joe. If you can’t stand the broken bones, don’t get in the fight.
Max Carter: No one has ever said that in the history of ever Steve. Where do you get this stuff?
Meanwhile, in the ring, the ref is about to check on the Savage, when Savage begins amping himself up, within a few seconds he manages to get to a knee. He thrusts a few elbows into the gut of James. Then twists and uses his momentum to connect with an Uppercut. He grabs James, sets him up, lifts, and connects with a Fisherman’s Brainbuster. He goes for the cover…the ref counts..
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T.U.B. was making his way into the ring while the action was happening, and comes down with one his massive legs onto the back on Savage, breaking up the count. Savage rolls off James, holding his back. James is hokding his gut, until T.U.B delivers a few stomps. T.U.B. grabs the head of James and takes him to his feet. T.U.B. picks up James, setting him up for The Memphis Giant Slam. However, after the second press, Savage charges and delviers a Diving Shoulder Block to the right knee of T.U.B. This forces T.U.B to drop James, and James lands on T.U.B in the process. Savage and James look at each other. James locks in a Leg Scissor Choke, although not completely as T.UB, has one arm trying to break the grasp. as Savage locks in a Russian Sambo Calf Crush.
Joe Aiello: Smart thinking by James and Savage. This will take a lot out of the big man
Max Carter: Bates has heart. He won’t give up. He will find a way to turn the tide.
Grayse has been watching the two men for about 30 seconds, waiting for his moment. He walks to their blind side, then slides into the ring. Grayse decides Savage is more vulnerable, so he runs at Savage and connects with a Low Dropkick to the side of Savage’s head. Grayse goes for the cover…the ref pauses unsure whether to stay with the submission or go for the pin…the ref hops over T.U.B. and makes the count…
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kickout by Savage. The ref turns to check on T.U.B., still refusing to give up. As the ref if paying attention to Grayse, Grayse slides under the ring, reaches under the ring, and grabs his hammer. He hops on the apron, runs to the corner, climbs to the Top Turnbuckle, sets up, Grayse leaps, attempting the Faces of Grayse, but Savage manages to roll out of the way at the last second. Savage pounces on Grayse and begins delivering a series of rights and lefts.
As Grayse was setting up on the top turnbuckle, T.U.B. managed to utilize the power of his massive legs to push himself up, as he does he grab the back of James, pushes the lighter James up a little higher, then slams him down to the mat. T.U.B. gets to his non-pain ridden leg and takes a moment as James is holding his back.
Joe Ailleo: I can’t believe these men still have this much left in the tank with the damage they have all taken throughout the match
Max Carter: That is how much this chance at facing Drake for the Undisputed Title means to each of them.
Meanwhile Savage gets off Grayse and delivers a few stomps to the chest then gut. Savage grabs the hair of Grayse and drags him to his knees over by the ropes. He slides Grayse face across the ropes. He gets up laughing and turns. He sees the hammer, James on the mat, and T.U.B. on a run. Savage sprints, reaches down and grabs the hammer, still running, he brings it up and swings it into the side of T.U.B. Savage drops the hammer, then again, locks in the Russian Sambo Calf Crush.
T.U.B. is finally showing signs of pain. James looks over and sees Savage could have this match. James gets up, walks over to Savage, Savage looks up and is hit with a series of jabs to the head and abdomen of Savage, capped off with Back Elbow, knocking Savage off T.U.B, forcing the release of a hold, then a DDT.
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME
THIS IS AWESOME!
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THIS IS AWESOME!
As James gets to his feet, Grayse comes from behind with a Forerarm Smash to the back of James, dropping James to a knee. Grayse gets in front of James, sets him up, lifts, and attempts a Powerbomb, but James manages reverse it and attempts a Facebuster, but Grayse uses his strength to simply push James off and James lands on the mat. Grayse looks over, sees the hammer, walks over and grabs it, ignoring T.U.B, and Savage beginning to get to their feet.
He walks over to James, lines up the strike, cocks back, and drives the hammer directly into the abdomen of James. Grayse laughs as James grimaces while griping his stomach in pain. He goes for another blow, but James manages to grab the hammer. James uses the battle for the hammer to get to his feet, when he does, he pulls Grayse close, as Grayse pulls back with much of his strength, Grayse falls back, the hammer flies out of the ring as Grayse falls into a backroll. But he gets right to his feet and charges at James, he leap and connects with a Flying Clothesline, causing both men to fall out of the ring.
T.U.B. and Savage are on their feet. Savage immediately sidesteps and drive his foot into the bad calf of T.U.B., but as T.U.B. is dropping to a knee, he wraps his massive hand around Savage’s throat and proceeding to drive Savage to the mat. T.U.B. drops to the mat and applies the Fujiwara Armbar. Savage is writing it pain with the force of T.U.B. pulling on his arm. But Savage will be damned if he submits. As he figures a way out, James has just attempted to deliver a hard right knee to Grayse, but Grayse suprises him with a lunge and grabs him. Grayse lifts up James onto his shoulder, then drops him, delivering the GTS!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
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THIS IS AWESOME!
Grayse turns to the ring and sees T.U.B could have this match end hand. He runs around the ring. Gets to the corner, as he does, Savage manages to have inched his way to a ropebreak. As Grayse gets to the top turnbuckle, T.U.B. turns, and is met with a Missle Dropkick, sending the big men reeling back into the corner.
Grayse charges, leaps, and connects with a Corner Splash. He takes a few steps back, he charges again, but unbeknowgst to him, James is on his feet, slides into the ring, grabs Grayse, and by using Grayse’s momentum against him, connects with an Atomic Drop.
Grayse bounces off the knee, right into a kick to the gut then Evenflow DDT by Savage. James charges and goes for a stomp on Savage but Savage grabs the foot of James and holds it as he gets to his feet, as he does, he drives his Elbow into the Knee while driving the Knee into the mat.
Savage gets up and hears the footsteps of a charging T.U.B., Savage ducks a, what would have been double flip causing Clothesline by T.U.B.,Savage turns and dives with a Chop Block to the bad leg of T.U.B., taking the big man to a knee. Savage moves to the side of T.U.B., grabs his head , going for another Evenflow DDT, but T.U.B. is ready for him, and wraps his massive arms around Savage, simultaneously lifting Savage in the air into a Bear Hug.
T.U.B. uses all his might, transitioning Savage into position for an Argentine Backbreaker, when Nick James, using his veteran knowledge laid low until he climbs the top turnbuckle amidst the chaos. He comes out of nowhere with a Double Axe Handle Smash to the gut of Savage, which causes Savage and T.U.B. to hit the mat.
Joe Aiello: This match has been as great a start to the tournament as EWC fans could ask.
Max Carter: It’s still any man’s match. And each once has earned it.
Bennet: So much PAIN. I love it. Each one of them is suffering right now. That’s what EWC is all about.
Joe Aiello: This match has been as great a start to the tournament as EWC fans could ask.
Max Carter: It’s still any man’s match. And each once has earned it.
James is trying to decide whether to go after T.U.B. or Savage, as he is makes his decision, he takes a step, and next thing he knows his face is smashed into the mat courtesy of a Bulldog from Scott Grayse. James rolls out of the ring, but lands on his feet, albeit discombobulated. Grayse turns to see a charging T.U.B., Grayse ducks, and pulls down the ropes, causing the behemoth’s momentum to send him over the ropes and inadvertently connecting with a Cross Body on James. Grayse is yelling at T.U.B. and James. Savage uses his distraction to sneak behind, grab Grayse, lift him up, driving Grayse to the mat with a Reverse Vertical Suplex. Savage immediately cocks back and with all is might delivers Cardiac Arrest. He drops and hooks the legs of Grayse…the ref counts…
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Thomas Uriel Bates grabs Savage, pulls him to his feet sets him up, lifts, and drives Savage to the mat with a Omega Driver. He holds the pin… the ref counts.
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T.U.B. storms up, staggers a big due to his injured leg. He rips Grayse off the ground. He sets him, lifts, and connects with The Badge. He goes for the cover….the ref counts…
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DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup- Here is your winner….THommmassss Uriellll Batttesssss!
Joe Aiello: Thomas Uriel Bates took all that punishment, and will relish every bit of the pain as side effect of making his way to facing Drake for the EWC Undisputed Title
Bennett: I expected Savage to take this match .. so consider me one surprised son of a bitch
Max Carter: T.U.B. has been impressive from his debut. I am sure he will be watching the rest of the tournament.
Joe Aiello: Bates has done it. He awaits to see who he will face next week in the tournament. I have a feeling the competitors of the next match, Match 2 of the tournament were doing the same and are eager to try to top it.
The camera opens to Andrew Jackson’s lofty backstage locker room where he is lying on the couch with his head on the arm rest and an open can of Dr. Pepper in hand, across from him is the television champion Valora Thomas who is relaxed and sunk into an arm chair. On the other side of the room, is Mick standing close to the window with a newspaper in hand, going through the latest happenings. Jackson’s mind drifts to some of the most recent activities on brawl and he can’t help but wonder where he may have met Nostalgia before.
Jackson: Hey Valora, where on earth could I have met Nostalgia, I could swear I know the face.
Valora smirks and replies.
Valora: Oh yeah, I know him! Yeah he... uh... I .... well he.. wait?? Where do I know him?
Jackson: Exactly! I’m not crazy!
Valora smiles recognizing that the sarcasm completely flew over Jackson’s head. A wave of silence passes by for a moment till Miss Thomas gets a eureka moment.
Valora: Drew, you got the International championship and I got the television championship, we are two of the most kick ass superstars on the roster; we should take over Brawl… Or at least the Café.
Jackson: Um… How does that work?
Valora: We go in there, and put our names on the coffee machine, the coffee, the cream; hell, we can rename the whole damn place; call it Café des champions.
Jackson: Wait! You speak French?
Valora: A little
Jackson: How little?
Valora: Café des champion little
Both of them share a laugh, and Jackson then chucks a sealed can of Dr. Pepper at Valora in good faith. She however smacks it away midair.
Valora: Don’t you EVER! Disrespect me like that Jackson. I’m a Pepsi Princess for life!
Jackson chuckles to himself as Mick is finally drawn into the shenanigans.
Mick: Ya facking’ kids, talkin about taking over the café, you Valora gotta pick your damn self from that facking loss against Hope, and You Drew, I’ve seen your facking matches, you are holding on for dear life to that streak, only fackers worse than you have been your opponents, so you two kids better buckle up and get back to fighting like you want some salt on ya chicken.
Mick folds the newspaper into a roll and smacks Jackson’s leg so hard he takes it off the couch.
Mick: Didn’t ya mama teach you any manners; foot off the furniture.
Jackson: But… It’s my couch.
The scene fades to black as Valora laughs at Jackson who plants his feet on the ground in defeat and Mick takes a seat on the now vacant section of the couch.
UNDISPUTED TOURNAMENT (B)
FATAL FOUR-WAY
TY RANT
VS NOSTALGIA
VS EMMA LOUISE
FATAL FOUR-WAY
TY RANT
VS NOSTALGIA
VS EMMA LOUISE
VS NEWMANN
Aiello: So far we have had a great show and the next match is another qualifying match for the number one contender spot for the Undisputed championship!!
Bennett: Yay, another gang of nobodies doing their shit
Carter: Oh come on Bennett, we all know that this brings out the best out of everyone.
Aiello: Let’s go to the ring for the match to begin!!!
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 Counting 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, with his valet, and lover, Kilo McCage at his side. He doesn’t bother with the stairs, a look of determined focus aimed at whoever his next victim is. Fierce, near animalistic, he makes that straight line as he leaps onto the ring’s edge in a vertical jump, catchin’ onto the top rope with his hands, clutching them and then stepping over them without so much as a word leaving his lips as the music dies down. His hooded coat removed, he tosses it over the ropes, left in nothing but his biker styled wrestling boots, those black tights, and the thick, zipped up, motorcycle vest with various patches stitched into it.
Jessica: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 6’9 and weighing in at 298 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!! Ty Rant!!
‘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: His first opponent, standing in at 6’7 and weighing in at 308 pounds!! Hailing from Pine Barrens, New Jersey!! Nostalgia!!!
"Neo Geo' plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestvly over the top rope.
Jessica: Their opponent, standing in at 5’6 and weighing in at Several pounds of girly goodness!! Hailing from London, England!! Emma Louise!!!
Kids wearing bandannas and hats line up on both sides of the ramp. 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 too has a bandanna on and a pair of 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: Billed from Sin City, He stands at 6'0 even and weighing in at 211 pounds, He is the man that is Simply known as.. Newmann!
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, Bandanna and Chain to the ref and goes to his corner, patiently waiting for the match to start.
DING DING DING
Jessica: The following match is scheduled for one fall as the winner of this match will qualify for the next round for the number one contender spot for the Undisputed championship!!!!The match gets under way as Nostalgia is standing face to face with Emma Louise, the big man is holding his hands up towards her, telling her that he does not want to fight her as he does not want to hit a woman. While on the other side of the ring we see Ty Rant and Newman trade blows as the much lager Ty Rant quickly gets the upper hand and whips Newmann to the other side of the ring.
Bennett: Oh come on Nostalgia!! Just drop your morals!!
Carter: I think it is very admirable, but you do want to advance for the world title don’t you??
Emma gets in his face and tells him to hit her as he refuses before Emma gives him a hard open hand slap across the face of Nostalgia as that causes him to close his fist as he is about to strike, but refuses at the end as he realizes it is Emma. He pushes her aside as he bashes his head into the back of Ty Rant’s head before grabbing him by the hair and shove him into the turnbuckles and start to lay the boots to him.
Newmann and Emma Louise see this and turn their attention to each other as Emma ducks a clothesline from Newmann before executing a flying back elbow from the ropes into Newmann. This sends Newmann staggering into the ropes as Emma follows it up with a cross body block. This sends both of them over the top rope as Emma manages to hold on to the top rope and lands on the apron with a sitting position. Causing the fans to cheer her on.
Aiello: Nice move from Emma, sending Newmann to the outside as we see the two heavyweights slug it out!!
Nostalgia grabs the hair of Ty Rant and whips him into the opposite corner as he follows it up with a running clothesline. But is stopped by a big boot from Ty Rant. That sends Nostalgia staggering back to the middle of the ring before Ty Rant charges in on him and delivers a running clothesline that downs the 300 pounder big time. He goes for the cover as we see Nostalgia manages to kick out at the count of two.
Bennett: These two big animals are going to tear each other from limb to limb and I like it!!!
Carter: Don’t forget about the other two at ring side.
We see Ty Rant set Nostalgia up for an Irish Whip, gets reversed by Nostalgia as he hits the ropes where we see Emma executes a high kick from the outside of the ring apron to the head of Ty Rant. Only to have her being pulled of the ring apron by Newmann after landing back 0n both feet again. This causes her to hit her face on the ring apron and rolls around in pain on the concrete floor. Newmann starts to put the boots to her before sliding back in the ring as we see Nostalgia delivering a Back Suplex and goes for the cover on Ty Rant.
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Newmann stops the three count with a guilliotine leg drop on the back of Nostalgia’s neck. He drives closed fists to the face of Nostalgia before staring around the crowd before going for a final punch. But gets grabbed from behind by Ty Rant, who has gotten back to his feet and lifts him up to his feet and drops him hard with a Belly to Belly suplex. Ty Rant stands up and screams up at the crowd as he is pumped up.
Aiello: There goes the big guy!!!
Bennett: Big and stupid, he should have covered his opponent!!
Carter: I hate to agree, but he is wasting valuable time.
He finally goes for the cover, only to have Emma Louise to slide in the ring and break up the three count at the final moment by dropping a double axhandle to the back of Ty Rant’s neck. Emma rolls Ty Rant over on his back and covers him, only to be bench pressed off of him by the count of one.
Bennett: Too much strength left in that young stallion!! He’s hungry!
Emma runs to the ropes and goes for an aerial move, but gets booted in the face by Ty Rant. Who in turns walks into a big boot from Nostalgia as that leaves him left standing in the middle of the ring. He turns around and the first wrestler he sees is Newmann. He grabs him by the head and lifts him up and goes for a choke slam. Dropping Newmann hard as he goes for the cover.
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Newmann manages to kick out, causing Nostalgia to get back to a corner and measures Newmann
Newmann gets back to his feet as he is trying to shake off the cobwebs when suddenly Nostalgia gets behind him and locks him in his trademark sleeper
Aiello: Hypnosis!!!!
Newmann is struggling as he fades quickly, the referee is looking to see whether he can continue before Emma suddenly bursts out of nowhere and hits a big time kick to the back of the head of Nostalgia. This causes him to stagger backwards in the ropes as Emma sets him up for a Frankensteiner. Just as she jumps up and locks her legs around his head it is Nostalgia that steps into the move and covers Emma with a schoolboy pin attempt as he puts all of his weight on top of her and forces the referee to use the three count
DING DING DING
Jessica: The winner of this match by Pinfall!! Nostalgia!!!
Aiello: Great way to win this match and move on to the next round!!
Bennett: I think he got lucky!!!
Carter: Anyways, he has advanced and we got one more tournament match to go and three more matches in total!!!
”I've seen AK-47s. I've seen sawed-off shotguns. I've seen all of these things. I've seen dynamite on the street.”
Steven Bennett: That sounds familiar.
Joe Aiello: That's because that song belongs to "Big Bad" Bill Bashem!
The spoken intro to Run the Jewel's “Dynamite” rings out into the arena, lights off except for a quick pulsating flash of white between the spoken sentences, on time with the bass drops. As the first verse by Killer Mike hits, the lights come on red and in full. Instead of the people in attendance being greeted with the sight of Bill Bashem, they instead are met with an empty stage.
Max Carter: I guess Bashem's got cold feet on his return to Monday nights.
The lights went black again and the video screen flickered to life. On it was Bill Bashem, who had duct tape over his mouth and around his wrists, restraining him to a worn and beaten office chair. Footsteps from both left and right are heard and eventually give way to the images of Chase Rex and Valerie Lennox as they moved in next to the chair where Bashem was detained.
Chase Rex: Expecting someone else were you?
Rex smiled and placed a hand on the chair. Instinctively, Bashem thrashed and let out a string of muffled obscenities from behind the tape. The smile on Chase's face disappeared only momentarily while he came across Bill's face with a solid punch.[/color]
Chase Rex: Shut the fuck up, will you?
Valerie Lennox: You talk too damn much.
Chase's attention turned from Bashem to the camera stationed in front of him that was broadcasting him into the arena.
Chase Rex: Been awhile, innit? Last time you saw me I was getting thrashed by Harvey Yorke, a lad after my own heart. You see, it's been about a month since I've been last seen. I'll be the first to admit that being unsuccessful in capturing a championship for myself twice over now had really got a bug up my ass, yeah? The fact of the matter is that I had to take time off and reassess myself. This darling lil' bird over here...
Accordingly, Chase gestured to Valerie who was too busy poking and prodding Bill Bashem to get those muffled, angered responses out of him.
Chase Rex: ... sat me down and told me that the reason I'd FUCKED MY CHANCES. That I had screwed myself out of both the International and Television championships. It wasn't Valora Thomas, Harvey Yorke, Amis Shelton, or Catharsis. It was me.
Valerie Lennox: You were simply being too nice.
Again, her response didn't cause her to break her concentration on her task at hand which was tormenting their captive.
Chase Rex: So here I am now, a man knowing that niceties and playing bloody fucking patty cake with you people will get me nowhere. The glass ceiling of my own design that hung over my head created by the thoughts of being able to act true to myself in the ring was enough to keep me acting rather civil outside this business has been shattered. Trying to put on airs for you people simply isn't going to work for me. Don't be fooled by my frame or my charming accent; Chase Rex is a FUCKING MONSTER. Isn't that right, Billy?
More muffled insults rose from Bill Liden as he locked eyes with Chase Rex. Chase looked down upon his captive with a big grin.
Chase Rex: I guess you need an attitude adjustment.
With that, the feed cuts to static and the lights return to the arena.
EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
CYRUS BLACK
VS VALORA THOMAS
Aiello: Well that was certainly interesting ... Next up we've got the EWC Television Championship on the line.
Carter: Even with the Undisputed tournament going on. This could turn out to be the match of the night.
Bennett: Is there a way we can get someone else to win the title? How about we give Chase Rex another shot?
Aiello: Jessica please save us with the introductions.
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC World Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger 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.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Phoenix, Arizona. She is the EWC World Television Champion! Valora Thomas!
"Kick In The Teeth" by Papa Roach plays and Valora comes out with her manager, Mick, behind her. She heads down the aisle toward the ring with the EWC TV Title wrapped around her waist. 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.
Carter: The champion always looking so focused once she gets in the ring.
Aiello: Her intensity level has gone up in these past title defenses. Let's see if she can retain three weeks in a row.
DING! DING! DING!
The two competitors slowly circle each other before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Black quickly pulls Thomas into a side headlock but she fights him off and pushes him into the ropes. Thomas leaps into a dropkick that misses as Black holds onto the ropes. Thomas gets to her feet and gets caught with a running clothesline from Black.
Cyrus slides behind Valora and puts her in a sleeper choke hold. She fights to her feet and breaks the hold with a fury of punches to Black's midsection. Valora runs, springboards off the ropes and gets caught mid-air by Black. He slams her to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex and goes for the pin.
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Bennett: It would be smart for Cyrus to keep the champion on the mat.
Aiello: Both are equally matched and superb submission specialists, but Cyrus needs to use his size and strength advantage.
Bennett: Looks like he's hearing everything we're saying.
Black holds Valora to the mat and drops a knee into her arm. He lifts his knee up and does it again as Valora screams in pain. Black wraps his legs around and drops into an armbar. Valora counters and rolls Black onto his shoulders for a pin.
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She bounces off the ropes and connects with a slide dropkick to the knee. Black drops down as Valora comes running in with a sliding uppercut, putting Cyrus on his back. Valora makes the cover.
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Carter: Valora's UFC background really came in handy there. Countering the arm bar and turning into some offense for herself.
Bennett: Do I need to go and shut her trainer up? He's yelling out all the moves.
Valora stands up and drops Black to his knees with a running kick to the midsection. She turns around, bounces off the ropes and gets met with a clothesline from Black.
Cyrus pulls Valora to her feet and lifts her up, slamming the champion to the mat with a high angle belly-to-back suplex. Cyrus makes the cover.
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Black pulls Valora to her feet and whips her into the turnbuckles. The impact sends her stumbling out of the corner and Black catches her, tossing Valora with a T-bone suplex. She crashes into the mat and Black stands, playing to the crowd, asking for their approval.
Black climbs to the top turnbuckle but gets quickly met by Valora who springs onto his shoulders and brings him to the mat with a frankensteiner. Both wrestlers get up and Valora catches Black with the Nat 20. Valora goes for a cover but the kick sends Black rolling out of the ring.
Valora kips up to her feet and the crowd erupts as she calls for them to clap. Valora bounces off the ropes and runs across the ring. She leaps into a flying corkscrew that hits Black and sends them both crashing to the floor.
Aiello: The champion putting her body on the line! What a move!
Bennett: That was pretty impressive. She's got some balls.
Valora slowly climbs to her feet and rolls into the ring as referee Paul Turner's count gets to five. Cyrus uses the barricade to pull himself up but gets drilled by a Yakuza kick from Valora.
Bennett: You gotta keep your head on a swivel kid.
Aiello: I don't think there's much he could do to prevent that. Cyrus just got sniped.
Valora pulls Black off the floor and rolls him into the ring. She follows with a cover.
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Aiello: The challenger's not done yet! Title on the line, he's not going quietly.
Carter: It's now or never. With Brawl's growing roster and talent, a lost here and it's a long walk to the back of the line.
Valora grabs both arms of Black and pushes him face first to the mat with her boot. She transitions into a bridging armbar and Black begins reaching for the ropes in pain.
Carter: Valora's trying to pull Black's arm right out of the socket!
Aiello: He's got the ropes!
Valora releases Black's arm as he hugs the rope and slides out of the ring. Valora comes in with a baseball slide but Black steps out of the way. Valora turns around and gets hit with a enziguri that drops her to the floor.
Black brings Valora to her feet and rolls her into the ring. He jumps onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Black leaps off the top and comes down on Valora with a flying elbow drop. He quickly makes the cover.
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Black gets to his feet and grabs ahold of Valora's legs. He wraps them up but Valora fights back and pulls him down into spider twist submission. Black elbows Valora in the face and reverses into a boston crab. Valora reaches for the bottom rope as Black twists her leg back. She comes close to the ropes but Black drags her back to the center of the ring.
Valora spins off her stomach and kicks Black into the ropes. Valora gets to her feet but Black clamps on a gullotine and plants her into the mat with a DDT. Black makes the cover.
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Black grabs ahold of Valora and drops a knee into her midsection. He holds her down on the mat and locks in a bow and arrow choke hold. Valora struggles to move while Black applies pressure.
Valora headbutts Black and uses her feet to push off the mat and reverse into a armtrap crossface. Black refuses to tap and is able to slide over and get a foot on the rope.
Both wrestlers scramble to their feet but Valora strikes first with a running back elbow. She handsprings off the ropes but gets caught in the air by Black. He falls back and hits Valora with a queens suplex. He bridges up for the pin.
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Aiello: La Isla Bonita! We almost had a new champion.
Black looks at Turner and he assures him of the two count. Cyrus pulls Valora to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She handsprings off and drills Cyrus in the head with a pele kick.
Carter: Valora connects with the Tricky Kicky! Both wrestlers are down and slow to get up.
Bennett: How can you take yourself seriously after saying a Tricky Kicky?
Aiello: The champion is the first to her feet!
Valora uses the ropes to pull herself up and kicks off into a rolling thunder. She connects with the splash and hooks a leg for the pin.
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Valora grabs ahold of Black's arm but he kicks her off. Black gets to his feet and sends a charging Valora into the air with a back body drop. Valora does a 180 and lands on her feet. She jumps on Black's back and locks in a rear naked choke. Black drops his shoulder and sends Valora over with a snapmare. Thomas does a front flip and lands infront of Black. He hits her with a double axe handle and wraps his arms around her waist. He picks the champion up and hit her with a german suplex.
Black lifts Valora back up but she breaks his grip with a burst of elbows to the midsection. Black pushes Valora into the ropes and she springboards into a backflip, catching Cyrus with a reverse DDT. She dives onto Black for the cover.
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DING! DING! DING!
Stroup: And your winner by pin fall. AND STILL! EWC World Television Champion. VALORA THOMAS!
Aiello: What a match! It came down to the wire and Valora comes out of that scramble the winner.
Carter: She retains the TV Title for the third week in a row. What an impressive victory .. but Cyrus .. wow .. that guy impressed tomioght. I hope we get a part two sometime soon
Aiello: Wait ... whats this now?
The lights in the United Center didn't go out, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. . .
No manufactured smoke filled the entrance way. . .
Pyro didn't rock the building that housed close to twenty-four thousand rabid EWC faithful, nor did ear splitting explosions rumble the foundations. . .
A vapid pop tune didn't play over the loudspeakers and some kind of jarring rock & roll song was absent as well. . .
They just appeared. Standing stoically at the top of the ramp. One second there was nothing. The next. . .The World Breakers emerged from seemingly nowhere at all. Clad in gladiator style armor and iron masks they slowly and methodically made their way towards the ring. The crowd was uncharacteristically silent besides a few wise asses who loved to hear themselves speak. No one knew what to make of these intimidating goliaths. . .giants covered in iron and leather.
Both men moved in stereo, climbing deftly onto the apron for men of their sheer size. They made their way to the center of the ring and simultaneously removed the frightening adamantine coverings from their faces. Below, they both sported twin versions of gold and black paint. World Breaker Axis, with his long braid at the back of his head, a jarring juxtaposition with the clean baldness of the rest of his cranium walked forward and requested a microphone from someone at ringside. Once in his hands, he walked calmly to the center of the ring and began to speak.
World Breaker Axis: Tonight the Old Gods have called upon us to deliver a sacrifice unto them and all of you will bare witness. . .whether you want to or not. Tonight two lambs will be lead to their doom and we will be yanking on the leash and wielding the dagger. Destruction is what is required and destruction is what will be delivered. BLOOD is what has been demanded and this canvas shall run rivers of crimson as the life force of the weak pools in the center of this very ring. Tonight we will demonstrate on two unfortunate individuals the armageddon that has already been set in motion. This is just the beginning. . .the end, is near.
With that, Axis throws the microphone to the canvas as two young, fresh faced young men appear through the curtains to some generic, last minute pick music and walk down to the ring. The local boys show no fear, smiling and waving to the crowd. Referee Josh Daniels is already standing in the ring and as soon as the boys enter, he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Joe Aiello: Well, I guess we're in for an impromptu match here tonight, folks. We're going to get our first look at EWC's newest tag team. . .The World Breakers?
Steve Bennett: What a pair of monsters these two are!
Max Carter: Yeah, I thought the Disciples of Doom looked tough. . .these guys are downright scary, Joe.
The World Breakers wasted no time, simultaneously running at the two unlucky EWC wannabes in and delivering stereo clotheslines, turning the two kids inside out and a collective gasp was heard throughout the building. World Breaker Axis & World Breaker Atlas didn't let up one bit, laying in stiff stomps to the heads of their opponents.
Steve Bennett: Wow. . .just. . .wow.
Josh Daniels started to administer his five count, urging one of the behemoths to retreat to his corner to no avail. In an effort to maintain some sort of order he attempted to move World Breaker Atlas back to his corner by placing his hands on the big man's chest and trying to push him backwards. This turned out to be the wrong move, as he was instantly zeroed in on by Atlas's psychotic stare. A low growl emanated from the man as he grabbed referee Daniels by his striped shirt and flung him into the corner as an ape would do to a doll he was tired of playing with.
Joe Aiello: And one of these monsters has put his hands on referee Josh Daniels! I'm going to assume that this match is over people!
DING DING DING
Josh Daniels did indeed call for the bell after picking himself up of the mat. But the World Breakers paid him no heed. One of the rookies was grabbed by his hair and with seemingly no more than a flick of World Breaker Atlas's wrist was sent flying over the top rope where he landed in a heap on the floor with a sickening thud, out cold. He was the lucky one however, as the other kid was grabbed by his legs by World Breaker Axis who slowly started to spin in a circle. As Axis picked up speed, his partner hit the ropes hard and on the rebound caught the kid in the side of the head with a devastating front kick!
Max Carter: What a combination move by these two monsters!
World Breaker Axis lifted the motionless boy from the mat once more and lifted him into the air in a suplex position. He held the young man there, suspended upside down before he leaped into the air and drove the top of the boy's skull straight into the mat with a devastating brain buster.
Joe Aiello: This match is over! Somebody should stop this. . .
Stu Bennett: Unfortunately it doesn't look like anyone's coming to the rescue, Joe.
World Breaker Axis lifted the man from the canvas once more as World Breaker Atlas scaled the ropes. Axis heaved the boy into the air and slammed him down across his outstretched knee with a thundering rib breaker. Instead of letting the boy fall to the mat, he held him in place as his partner leaped high into the air from the top turnbuckle and slammed the point of his elbow into the side of the man's head.
Max Carter: I think I'm gonna be sick.
No one in the crowd cared to see much more of the horrific display of violence that was taking place in the middle of the ring and thankfully it was over as World Breaker Atlas laid a foot across the unconscious man's chest and signaled to the masses in front of him and his partner.
It was over as quickly as it started. Two young men looking to make names for themselves had been quickly dispatched by the newest and maybe meanest tag team to step between the ropes of an EWC ring. The World Breakers stood in the middle of the ring and let out two prehistoric roars before exiting the ring and walking slowly and silently to the back.
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UNDISPUTED TOURNAMENT (C)
FATAL FOUR-WAY
FATAL FOUR-WAY
VINNIE
VS JOHN BLADE
VS TRIPLE X
VS JOHN BLADE
VS TRIPLE X
VS EDDIE CRANK
Max Carter: This tournament was blown expectations out of the water already. Then we witness what could have been quite possibly the match of night between Cyrus Black and Valora Thomas. What a Monday Night Brawl!
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Seeing all these competitors limping away tonight has been quite enjoyable. Time to add some more to the list.
Joe Aiello: This match is for the last spot in the next crucial step to challenging Drake for the EWC Undisputed Title.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, Tripppllllleeeee X.
The jumbotron's face becomes dark, then replaced by a masked face.
The entire arena begins to fill with a yellow and eerie glow in the dark smog. The arena lights up with green colors of teal and yellowish green and shades of blue lighting as the apparitions in indian tribal garb appear rising from up under the ring and walk towards the back in a single file line.
As they reach the end of the line each of the ancestors becomes a great beam of light that grows brighter and brighter as the music begins to play. The yellow smog begins to float over to the coagulation of spiritual entities until all is hard to see.
Triple X walks onto the stage into the same place where the apparitions had disappeared holding his arms over his head and crossed in an 'X' sign with his fist clenched. Triple X walks down to the center of the ramp. He looks back to the stage and points up in the air. A lightning spark appears to strike his hand and he flings it to the ground as it puffs smoke. He emerges from the smoke with his eyes and sides of his face painted in perpendicular white symbols of the fallen.Triple X enters the ring from the side. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms over his head crossed in an X sign.
Max Carter: Triple X was knocked out by Crank in the Main Event. I know he is hoping for a better result this week.
Joe Aiello: He definitely has the tools needed to get the job done.
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 his cactus in high in the air both hands. The fans cheer and boo the man as he places the cactus in his corner before sliding in the ring. There he awaits the arrival of his opponent/stares his opponent down.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: These men, this man, whatever. He has to be the favorite. He towers over each one of them.
Max Carter: This would be a huge victory for Vinnie’s career. Pardon the pun.
Jessica Stroup: The next entrant is Johhhnnnn BlllaaaaadddddE!
: See you again hit's when John Blade 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 Opponents.
Joe Aiello: John Blade ready to bring his A game as always.
Max Carter: There is a reason the fans love him. He has the heart of a champion. And now he gets his chance to take a step toward EWC Gold.
Jessica Stroup: Our last entrant, the reigning X Division Champion…EddddIIIEEEEE CRRRRAAANNNNK!
Sinead O'Connor & Chieftains - Foggy Dew - Remix plays throughout the arena.
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.
Max Carter: Eddie Crank is the odds on favorite to be the one to face Drake, as he is the current X-Division Champion.
Joe Aiello: Eddie Crank has the ability to go toe to toe with any competitor on this roster and give them the fight of their lives.
DING DING DING
All four men take a second to stare each to other down. Until Eddie Crank turns to Triple X, the closest competitor in proximity, he charges acts like he is going for a Haymaker, instead delivers a kick to the side of Triple X. Then Cranks connects with a hard right jab to the side of Triple X’s face, and to finish it off, uses him momentum to drive his knee straight up into the face of Triple X. Meanwhile John Blade is circling Vinnie, sizing up the big man.
They go to lock up…but Vinnie pushes Blade onto the mat. Blade gets up and brushes his shoulders off, bounces off the ropes and comes at Vinnie with a Diving Shoulder Block, knocking Vinnie back a step. Crank turns and delivers a hard kick with his left leg to the back of Vinnie’s right knee, taking the big man to a knee.
Blade rushes to the corner, gets to the second turnbuckle, leaps, and connects with a Diving Leg Drop Bulldog. Blade looks up to see Crank holding Triple X by the head and delivering hard right hands. So he goes for the pin…the ref counts…
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Crank drags Triple X to the corner, he delivers a series if jabs to the face and knees to the gut of Triple X,, but Triple X blocks the last jab, connects with a Back Elbow, throwing Crank off for a second. Triple X jumps and connects with a Diving Clothesline. Triple X hops to his feet charges to the ropes, springboards off and connects with a Lionsault.
He keeps an arm stretched over Crank for the cover, but before the ref can make a count both Vinnie and Blade stomp on Triple X breaking the count. Vinnie grabs Blade, and pulls him in a belly to back position, he pulls back and sends Blade across the ring with a Release German Suplex. Meanwhile, Crank has been biding his moment, as Vinnie turns, Crank is right there to connect with The Flying Dubliner, knocking the big man down and possibly out. Crank goes for the cover…the ref counts…
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Joe Aiello: Crank almost cashed his ticket there.
Steve “The Predator: Bennett: You know it was Bad Vinnie that kicked out. Good Vinnie would have just given up. I wish it was always Bad Vinnie.
Crank gets up, frustrated he didn’t finish the big man off, when Triple X comes out of nowhere with a Roundhouse kick. Crank hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Triple X hops to the top turnbuckle and leaps off attempting a Missle Dropkick, but Crank manages to sidestep, and Triple X crashes on the outside.
Meanwhile, as Vinnie was getting to his feet, Blade is attempting to set up Vinnie with the Double Underhook Backbreaker. But Vinnie manages to power out, then lunges as he spins and connects with the Vinnie Line hard on the mat. Vinnie drops down and hooks the legs…the ref counts…
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Crank grabs Blade brings him to his feet, he attempts to whip Blade into the ropes but Blade reverses it, sending Crank against the ropes. Crank bounces back, Blade grabs Crank and delivers the Triple Threat Powerbomb. He raises his arm, and goes to the ropes, beginning the 5 Knuckle Shuffle, but Triple X grabs his leg, tripping Blade up, causing him to drop to the mat. Triple X slides into the ring, as Vinnie sneakily grabs his cactus.
Triple X looks at the downed Blade then turns to see a cactus jammed into his face. Vinnie grabs Triple X and throws him over his shoulder, he runs, about to drive Triple X to the mat with a Running PowerSlam, but Triple X slides out from behind. Vinnie’s momentum sends crashing into the corner.
Triple X sets up, waits for Vinnie to get out of the corner, takes a few steps and connects with X Marks the Spot. As Triple X decides whether to go for another move or the pin, he is hit from behind with a Shoulder Block, sending him hard to the mat.
Joe Aiello: Triple X’s hesitation cost him.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Maybe that was just an uncalled for cheap shot by Blade.
Joe Aiello: Triple X’s hesitation cost him.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Maybe that was just an uncalled for cheap shot by Blade.
Blade turns, right into Vinnie grabbing him and driving him to the mat with the Kimora Lock. Blade is in obvious pain. The ref is checking with Blade. When out of nowhere, Triple X comes flying and connects with The Exiler atop both competitors. Triple X is sprawled across the back of Blade, with his arm thrown over Vinnie…the ref counts..
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Tw (Eddie Crank breaks up the count with a series of hard stomps on the back of Triple X’s head.)
Crank grabs Triple X, in one motion whipping him into the ropes, he doesn’t aniticipate Triple X bouncing springboarding off the second rope and connecting a back Elbow. Crank is knocked back a few steps, Triple X grabs Crank, and begins to lift him into a Military Press Slam, but Crank slides out, at Triple turns he is on the receiving end of The Dethroning. He drops on top of Triple X for the pin…the ref counts…
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THREE!
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, the X-Division Champion…EDDDIIEEEE CRRRRANNNNNK!
Max Carter: Crank has done it. He showed he is taking this tournament seriously.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Or he just continued to show he likes punching and kicking people.
Joe Aiello: That wraps up the tournament, but not Monday Night Brawl. Next week we will see Bates, Nostalgia and Crank battle it out .. but folks .. stay tuned for the Main Event, pitting the Gaines Brothers against two current EWC Champions .. our Undisputed Champion Drake and our International Champion Andrew Jackson.
Carter: What a match we just saw though .. wow .. could we be on our way to a Crank/Drake show down? Finally???
TAG TEAM MATCH
GANES BROTHERS
VS ANDREW JACKSON & DRAKE
VS ANDREW JACKSON & DRAKE
Aiello: You never know ... well after all these great matches the crowd is really pumped up for our Main Event. Once again we will see a team-up between two champions when the International champ Andrew Jackson and the Undisputed Champion Drake take on the Gaines Brothers for the tag team icing on tonight´s cake.
Bennett: Can someone remind me why these two clown shoes Corey and James are booked as a main event against two veteran champs? Now usually I don´t like ass kissers but Jackson and Drake have proven their worth time and again while the Gaines have proven exactly zip.
Carter: Maybe it´s because they have more tattoos than Drake and Jackson combined? Seriously, Andrew Jackson said something similar only with nicer words. But you have to give Corey and James Gaines one thing. They are brothers. That means they are surely more familiar with each other than Jackson and Drake who work together only on an On-demand basis.
Jessica Stroup: Our Main Event tonight is scheduled for one fall! …. Coming to the ring first from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania… weighting in at a combined 435 pounds… James and Corey … the GAINES BROTHERSSSSSSSSS!!!
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: The brothers go get some fan credit in advance for their debut match.
Bennett: The other thing they are going to get is a six-pack of ass-whooping from the champs. And that´s assuming Drake isn´t in one of his foul moods again.
Carter: They are not Amis Shelton.
Jessica Stroup: From North Carolina … weighting in at 190 pounds … the soldier of pro wrestling … the reigning EWC International Champion …. ANDREW JACKSONNNNN!!!
Take No Prisoners” by Megadeth blasts through the PA system and it is soon followed by a series of fireworks blasting across the stage from left to right and back to the start point like a rogue Draco.
Once the fireworks seize Andrew Jackson arrives from behind the curtains looking expansively into the thousands in the audience. The cheers flood the stage as he gets himself settled at the center of it.
Jackson throws salutes to his audience and begins to make his way down the ramp. He doesn’t flash a single smile but even with his strict demeanor he dishes out high-fives and handshakes whilst he makes his way down.
Once he gets to the ring area he uses the steps to get into the ring but before going through the ropes he points to the cheap seats above and throws a salute their way. Once in the ring he finds his corner and throws a few warm up punches to get into the swing of things as he waits for the match to begin.
Aiello: Interesting thing about Jackson is that the title win hasn´t changed him. He´s still the same straight humble man, perhaps a bit more confident now after his string of wins and the title that came out of it.
Bennett: He´s gotten more aggressive and more interesting over time. Let´s face it the guy was a straight bore when he started out.
Carter: His opponents surely were not bored by him over the last couple of months.
The lights fade to a dark grey, and the arena becomes silent instantly. The video screen above the entrance flickers to life, showing an image of a hooded man, his eyes ready for battle. The fans erupt into a frenzy as the man removes the hood, revealing his face.
Explosions rocket from the stage, catching the fans off guard as "The Sounds of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play! Stepping into view, Drake runs to the end of the stage and crouches, looking out into the sea of fans. There is a sarcastic smile on his face, as he shakes his head, overwhelmed by the fans around him!
Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Brooklyn, NEW YORK! Please welcome... the EWC Undisputed and International Champion.. DRAKE!!!
Nodding his head, Drake hops up to his feet and cranks his arm. He then heads down the rampway and runs towards the ring as the fans cheer him on. His dark pupils stare at the ring as the arena explodes around him. Arriving at ringside, Drake hops up to the ring apron and remains in place.. looking out at the fans around him. He then walks along the outside of the ring and ascends the turnbuckle, looking out at the fans as they offer their support! Drake slowly unbuckles his championship and raises it above his head for all to see!
Nodding his head once again, Drake enters the ring and slowly struts around, his arms held out as he soaks up the fans' responses. His theme song slowly fades out as Drake ascends a turnbuckle, finding a seat on the top pad. The fans continue to cheer as the theme song comes to an end.
Aiello: There is no denying. The man himself is in the house.
Bennett: I wish he remains the man with Amis Shelton gone to keep his edge sharp.
Carter: Somehow I think that between Vic Price and Tony Savage the Drake has no chance to let his edge go dull.
DING! DING! DING!
James Gaines is starting things off with Andrew Jackson and he starts strong hitting the champ with a Spear right off the bat and then with ring-shaking Gorilla Press Toss. As James bends over for a another power maneuver Jackson shows that he can give as well as take. He lands an European Uppercut, unloads a barrage of elbows into Gaines´ face followed by a Roundhouse kick and a Twist of Fate.
Corey starts to shout encouragement from the corner, firing his up his slightly punch-drunk brother. When Jackson wraps his arms around James´ waist for a German Suplex, Gaines turns it into a stiff Iris Whip into the nearest corner. He slams into Jackson a split-second later unloading rapid-fire punches, elbows and kicks to the midsection into the champ with insane speed and intensity before he runs back to his corner to tag in Corey.
The second Gaines brother comes in with a Diving Cross Body but Jackson shows another in-ring quality: insight.
The International Champion ducks away and lets Corey wrap himself around the ring post car crash style.
Aiello: That nearly tore the post down.
Bennett: Man, that Gaines down!
Carter: Now this is high voltage, total risk from all sides. And the fans are loving it.
Corey hits the mat like a sack but Jackson is already all over him and now drives home the German Suplex successfully, following through immediately with an Elbow Drop before he tags in Drake.
Drake greets the still groggy Corey Gaines with some friendly Backhanded Chops followed by a Roundhouse kick and a T-Bone Suplex. As Drake stalks his opponent Corey rolls away and tags James back in. The seven foot Tall James manages to hit Drake with a Sprinting clothesline and a Gorilla Press Slam before being brought down by a Running Neckbreaker that Drake turns into a Sleeperhold. James is smart enough not to fight the hold. Instead he uses his long reach to get the fingertips on the second rope near him, barely so but good enough to force the ref to end the submission attempt on the part of Drake.
Forced to release James Gaines again Drake nails another Neckbreaker on him and goes for a sharpshooter but long-armed James once again manages to touch the ropes with just one fingertips even if the stretching and contortion hurts him more perhaps than Drake´s hold.
A frustrated Undisputed Champion pulls James back onto his feet, gets in his face yelling and drills a Spinning Elbow out of nowhere into Gaines´ jaw.
Aiello: Apparently Drake took some lessons from his other part-time tag team partner Edie Crank
Bennett: Apparently James really pissed him off with his rope tricks and that´s not a good idea. Da ol´son o´bitch gets nasty that way.
Carter: But that elbow was a bit too much of a good thing. Catapulted James right into his corner where he could make the tag.
But maybe that was exactly what Drake wanted. He literally licks his lips as Corey Gaines comes in and immediately takes him down with the Ride the Lightning before tagging in Andrew Jackson again.
Andrew comes in with a Clothesline, a Hip Toss, an Elbow Drop and a Roundhouse kick, unloading fireworks into Corey before Gaines recovers his wits and breaks Jackson´s steamroll with a Bulldog. He grabs the champ and hangs him into the ropes for a nasty DDT followed by an Elevated Boston Crap.
Jackson forcefully kicks out of the hold and as Corey rebounds from the ropes he greets him with a kick to the midsection before hitting a Powerbomb on Gaines.
Aiello: A rare raw power move from the International Champion.
Bennett: He got the right Gaines in the ring for that. Wouldn´t have worked with James.
Carter: It did work well enough here.
Once again Jackson lifts Corey Gaines into the air and turns him upside down to attempt the patriot finisher but Corey is not out of it enough for that. He wiggles free of the hold and comes down to the ground again by landing a swinging Neckbreaker on Jackson.
Corey then attempts his own finisher the Getting Tatted but James interferes. He starting to shout comments at his brother from the corner, distracting Corey long enough for Jackson to break free and take Corey down with a DDT.
In the corner James howls and face palms while Corey has to eat an Uppercut and some forearms from Jackson before he can reverse one strike into an Arm Wrench DDT. He makes the tag with his brother and uses his five seconds in the ring to say Goodbye to Andrew with a Sprinting Clothesline before James is the legal man again.
James hits Jackson with a Spinning Side Slam and a regular Side Slam right afterwards.
Aiello: It seems James is intend to keep Jackson down and from using his strong standing game.
Bennett: Guy isn´t as dumb as he looks.
Carter: So far the newcomers have really played a high-octane game. They got a very special debut and they deserved that slot.
James tries his signature double powerbomb move on Jackson and gets one bomb done but at the second attempt Jackson reverses it into a Spine Buster. While James recovers from the momentary stun and his brother again shouts encouragement Jackson tags in Drake again.
The Undisputed Champion comes in and stomps his hooves in the corner until James is vertical again. Then Drake takes the towering man down at once with the Maximum Overdrive and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR..!
NO!
James gets his shoulder up and brings down his fist to the back of Drake´s head. He pushes the Undisputed Champ away and drives a knee into his gut, buying James enough time to roll away.
Gaines charges forward, ignoring a stiff chop to the chest by means of sheer mass and momentum and blows into Drake´s midsection with his shoulder. Both wrestlers hit the ropes, rebound and crash into the mat. Again James makes a smart move by kneeing Drake away before the champ can go into submission mode.
Instead he brings his strength to bear and lifts Drake into a backbreaker, then another and …
NO!
Drake breaks the cycle with a knee that hits Gaines smack into the face, adding a new shade of red from a busted lip to the brightly colored ink on James´throa and chest. Gaines is distracted enough for Drake to slip out of eh hold but still focused enough to block a suplex attempt and drive a knee into Drake´s lower ribs where one of his fresher scars is.
Both wrestelrs lock up in an collar-and-elbow hold. James has the advantage of size and leverage and manages to surprise the champ with a sudden Scoop Slam. This is as far as it goes with Drake. The sneer on the champs face is clearly visible as he now drives his knee so deep into Gaine´s gut it almost exists through the back again.
Drake traps the big man in a headlock and drags Gaines over to the corner where Andrew Jackson already reaches out with his hand, bending himself forward into the ring as much as the rules allow. Drake considers the tag but then pulls Gaines back into the middle of the ring to lay him out with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick. Drake covers again.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aiello: James Gaines can absorb damage like a sponge.
Bennett: Got as much brains too.
Carter: Surely he could courage and pain resistance
Drake pulls Gaines back to his feet by his ears. Gaines hits him with a HUGE backhand, a headbutt and another Scoop Slam. Drake scoots away to evade a stomp to the head , swerves around and scissors Gaines´ legs away from under him, turning the couner move into a Figure-Four Leglock that makes James Gaines roar in pain like a fog horn.
Aiello: Unusual move from the Undisputed Champion but effective nevertheless.
Bennett: This dude REALLY pissed him off. Look at Drake´s face.
Carter: Look at Gaines´ face. This is more than his pain resistance can take.
James slams his fist into Drake´s knee to break the leglock. He rolls away, tries to get up, stumbles forward like a drunk on wobbly legs until Drake hits him in the back with both knees.
James falls, brushing hands with his brother as he does.
Aiello: Barely a tag but still a tag. They made contact.
Carter: You can say Corey is making contact too.
Corey Gaines comes flying in from the top rope to protect his brother and hits a Double Axe handle on Drake. Corey is really on fire after the punishment his brother took. He holds Drake by the throat and rains blow after blow down on his head, bulldogs him and keeps firing away shots to Drake´s head and face.
A Dropkick from hell that nearly caves in his chest ends Corey´s assault.
Drake is all over Corey Gaines now, alternating between knee drops to the gut and elbows to the face before he picks up Corey for an Irish Whip into the ropes. Gaines bounces back into a Double Arm DDT that shakes the ring.
The Undisputed Champion peels a shaken and stirred Corey Gaines off of the canvas and throws him into the corner where Andrew Jackson waits. After spearing Gaines into the ring post Drake tags in his partner.
Jackson lifts Corey up from behind and holds him vertically in an upside-down position. However, instead of suplexing Corey to complete the Patriot Jackson throws his usual salute and then releases Corey so that Drake can execute the Maximum Overdrive.
The two champions tag again and Drake legally makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Jessica Stroup: And the winner of this contest by pinfall….. The team of champions …. EWC International Champion ANDREW JACKSONNNNN and EWC Undisputed Champion …. DRAKEEEEEE!!!!
Aiello: You can say this was an expected outcome but the Gaines Brothers sold themselves extremely well in this match. It wasn´t exactly a cake walk for the champions.
Bennett: But as you see it doesn´t pay off to make Drake angry. Not when you are a rookie cutting your teeth.
Carter: What I find ms interesting is the team finisher between Jackson and Drake. They may not be brothers but they work well together.
Aiello: And they celebrate well together. Perhaps this is a new high-class tag team in the making. In pro wrestling you never know. The Gaines might have lost their debut match but we will surely hear from them in the future. Speaking of the future this ends the show tonight. Good night to all the fans here in Chicago and on the TV screens. Make sure you tune in again for Monday Night Brawl number 489.
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH 1
WRITER: Rebel Rhodes
MATCH 2
WRITER: Rebel Rhodes
MATCH 3
WRITER: Cyrus Black
MATCH 4
WRITER: Nostalgia
MATCH 5
WRITER: Vinnie
MATCH 6
WRITER: Criss Cassidy
MATCH 7
WRITER: Nostalgia
MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Hope Diamond
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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SINGLES MATCH
RYAN HURT
(N/S)
VS AJ JOHNSON
WINNER: AJ Johnson
SINGLES MATCH
ERIK BLACK
VS SIDNEY BLADE
WINNER: Sidney Blade
SINGLES MATCH
REBEL RHODES
VS KESTREL
WINNER: Kestrel
UNDISPUTED TOURNAMENT (A)
FATAL FOUR-WAY
NICK JAMES
VS TONY SAVAGE
VS THOMAS URIEL BATES
VS SCOTT GRAYSE
WINNER: Thomas Uriel Bates
UNDISPUTED TOURNAMENT (B)
FATAL FOUR-WAY
TY RANT
VS NOSTALGIA
VS EMMA LOUISE
VS NEWMANN
WINNER: Nostalgia
EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
CYRUS BLACK
VS VALORA THOMAS (C)
WINNER: Valora Thomas
UNDISPUTED TOURNAMENT (C)
FATAL FOUR-WAY
VINNIE
VS JOHN BLADE
VS TRIPLE X
VS EDDIE CRANK
WINNER: Eddie Crank
TAG TEAM MATCH
GANES BROTHERS
VS ANDREW JACKSON & DRAKE
WINNERS: Andrew Jackson & Drake
BRAWL 488 MVP: Cyrus Black and Valora Thomas
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