Post by MNB on Sept 4, 2017 22:03:08 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #490 | SEPTEMBER 4TH 2017LIVE! from Verizon Center in Washington, D.C.
EWC BRAWL
SEPTEMBER 4TH 2017
LIVE! from Verizon Center in Washington, D.C.
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 Chicago
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 Verizon 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!
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 welcome once again to the flagship show of the EWC, Monday Night Brawl. We are live from the Verizon Center in Washington D.C, home of the Washington Wizards. And I cannot be any more excited to be here
Bennett: Make that two of us, tonight we have a series of high-profile matches for you, we start the night with Emma Louise taking on Nostalgia who will be looking to recover from his loss at Night of Champions to Eddie Crank.
Carter: That must have hurt considering how close he actually got to winning it, but Crank remains the man to beat in the X-Division.
Aiello: Speaking of Crank, he faces Nick James later in the show. I’m excited about this one
Bennett: As am I, it is due time Nick James found his footing on Brawl, and no better way to do so than beat the X-Division champion. It is no easy task though
Carter: No, it’s not, Cyrus Black also faces the fans favorite John Blades.
Bennett: John Blade has just two fans, his mom, and… Wait yeah one.
Aiello: Rebel Rhodes faces AJ Johnson, the International Champion Andrew Jackson faces off the hinges Scott Grayse, and then our MAIN EVENT. Valora versus the returning Krestel
Bennett: Krestel has a good chance of pulling off an upset but Valora has been so consistent that as a betting man, I would never bet against her
The fans in fans in the arena begin to scream boos the moment General Manager Victor Price steps out from behind the curtains. He makes his way down the ramp with his usual strut and a microphone in hand.
Bennett: Make that two of us, tonight we have a series of high-profile matches for you, we start the night with Emma Louise taking on Nostalgia who will be looking to recover from his loss at Night of Champions to Eddie Crank.
Carter: That must have hurt considering how close he actually got to winning it, but Crank remains the man to beat in the X-Division.
Aiello: Speaking of Crank, he faces Nick James later in the show. I’m excited about this one
Bennett: As am I, it is due time Nick James found his footing on Brawl, and no better way to do so than beat the X-Division champion. It is no easy task though
Carter: No, it’s not, Cyrus Black also faces the fans favorite John Blades.
Bennett: John Blade has just two fans, his mom, and… Wait yeah one.
Aiello: Rebel Rhodes faces AJ Johnson, the International Champion Andrew Jackson faces off the hinges Scott Grayse, and then our MAIN EVENT. Valora versus the returning Krestel
Bennett: Krestel has a good chance of pulling off an upset but Valora has been so consistent that as a betting man, I would never bet against her
The fans in fans in the arena begin to scream boos the moment General Manager Victor Price steps out from behind the curtains. He makes his way down the ramp with his usual strut and a microphone in hand.
Price: Boo, yeah yeah I get it you are all a bunch of ingrates. I get it, let's move on.
He climbs up the stairs and into the ring where he begins to address his not so welcoming fans.
Price: I got 10 fucking superstars in the Rumble in the Bronx. 10 fucking reasons to win that son of a bitch. So, Kurt Newmann, Rebel Rhodes, AJ Johnson, Eddie Crank, Amis Shelton, Emma Louise, Cyrus Black, Nostalgia, Darkwater, Neo James or whatever fucked up other name your parents came up with. You have to bring that win back to Brawl, I don’t care if you motherfuckers have to work together to get one over the line and frankly I don’t care.
Price struts around the ring a bit before continuing his rant.
Price: I don’t want to see a Rampage winner or God fucking no not another FSW or Prime win. You all better go in there and make me proud.
Aiello: That’s not too much to ask in my mind
Bennett: He wants to keep the title here on Brawl first, even if that means Drake remains champion
Carter: That must give him nightmares
Price: That’s not all I’m here for, see later tonight, I announce the challenger for the International championship at Rumble in the Bronx.
The Brawl general manager drops leaves the crowd with a cliffhanger as he drops the mic and exits the ring
Aiello: Wow! Who do you think it’s going to be?
Bennett: I have no idea
He climbs up the stairs and into the ring where he begins to address his not so welcoming fans.
Price: I got 10 fucking superstars in the Rumble in the Bronx. 10 fucking reasons to win that son of a bitch. So, Kurt Newmann, Rebel Rhodes, AJ Johnson, Eddie Crank, Amis Shelton, Emma Louise, Cyrus Black, Nostalgia, Darkwater, Neo James or whatever fucked up other name your parents came up with. You have to bring that win back to Brawl, I don’t care if you motherfuckers have to work together to get one over the line and frankly I don’t care.
Price struts around the ring a bit before continuing his rant.
Price: I don’t want to see a Rampage winner or God fucking no not another FSW or Prime win. You all better go in there and make me proud.
Aiello: That’s not too much to ask in my mind
Bennett: He wants to keep the title here on Brawl first, even if that means Drake remains champion
Carter: That must give him nightmares
Price: That’s not all I’m here for, see later tonight, I announce the challenger for the International championship at Rumble in the Bronx.
The Brawl general manager drops leaves the crowd with a cliffhanger as he drops the mic and exits the ring
Aiello: Wow! Who do you think it’s going to be?
Bennett: I have no idea
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NJC: "Brawl...Cleveland."
Aiello: He does know this is Washington D.C doesn't he? We were in Cleveland last week
Bennett: I don't think he knows. Is he juicing?
The crowd pops in the distance, Neo makes a repugnant grimace.
NJC: "The best thing about Cleveland is when I take my happy ass out of Cleveland!"
Aiello: Good cause you are not in Cleveland
The crowd boos, this pleases NJC to a positive snicker.
NJC: "Tonight isn't about Cleveland. Its about me, its about Neo JAMES Carner! Good things come in threes and you best believe in my match with Morgan Dickwater I'll be scoring that ONE! And ain't no Newmann to get in the way and ruin shit like he always does!"
He holds up one finger.
NJC: "Two-hoo!"
Very owl like. He holds up a third digit.
NJC: "Three! That's how many licks it'll take to get to the center of my tootsie pop! So you best prepare yourself for a night you'll never forget! Because tonight you won't ask yourself 'what about me!?' You'll be asking..."
He chuckles.
NJC: "What about Neo James Carner?!"
NJC: "All eyes will be on me. I will not go unnoticed! It's time I made my Impact! There will my chaos in my wake! You best prepare yourself because I plan on being...unstoppable! "
He clicks his tongue and saunters off as the scene fades to black.
SINGLES MATCH
EMMA LOUISE
VS NOSTALGIA
EMMA LOUISE
VS NOSTALGIA
Aiello: This card is so stacked with talent, but that's what Monday Night Brawl is all about. The cream of the EWC crop compete here!
Bennett: Eh, let's not call all of them the cream of the crop. There are some huge losers on the roster.
Carter: One of 'em sits on Commentary between me and Aiello.
Bennett: Your girlfriend sucking me under this table is not a loser, Carter! She's at least a good 6 outta' 10...
Aiello: Real mature, Steven.
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST....
‘Game of Thrones’ – Ramin Djawadi echoes throughout the arena for a few seconds before Nostalgia walks onto the ramp from backstage with arms above his head forming an X. As he gets to the center of the stage, he brings his arms down and taps on his chest twice, then throws his arms out before taking a knee. Pyrotechnics explode around him, after a few seconds Nostalgia explodes through the pyrotechnics and raises throws his right fist in the air with pride, giving the fans the chance to notice his black T-shirt displaying Nostalgia sitting on the Iron Throne featured on the hit show Game of Thrones, with a Great Horned Owl on his arm. He jogs down the ramp, hops on the apron, then over the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring walks around peering into the crowd before taking his corner
Jessica Stroup: ...STANDING AT SIX FEET AND SEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT THREE HUNDRED AND EIGHT POUNDS, NNNNNOOOOSSSTTTAAAALLLGGGGIIIIAAAA!!!
Aiello: Nostalgia has been on edge since it was announced that he was facing Emma Louise on tonight's card.
Bennett: Yeah he's got some rule about hitting and slamming women. What a crock of shit! It's an equal opportunity world. A woman wants to step into a man's game, she gets treated like a man! Simple as that!
Carter: A very chuvanistic way of making an otherwise good point.
Bennett: It's truth, plain and simple!
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT...
"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 suggestivily over the top rope.
Jessica Stroup: ...FROM LONDON, ENGLAND... SHE STANDS AT FIVE FOOT SIX AND HER WEIGHT IS UNKNOWN.... I suppose a lady never tells... EEEEMMMMMMAAAAAA LLLLLOOOOUUUUUIIIISSSSSEEEEE!!!
Aiello: Emma Louise is looking pretty confident coming into this match tonight.
Bennett: She's more than likely seen what Nostalgia had to say and knowing your opponent ain't gonna' hit you or throw you around would make you feel pretty bold.
Emma immediately moves right up to Nostalgia and smiles sweetly. The two have a small conversation as The Referee rings the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
...and immediately, Nostalgia takes advantage, trying to force Emma down with as little force while pinning her to the mat!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THR-ESCAPE!!!
Aiello: Nostalgia taking advantage of the boldness of his opponent!
Carter: Bet Emma won't make that mistake again!
Emma manages to slip and slide her way to getting her shoulder up. As Nos gets to his feet, she hard slaps him in the face. He stands there with a glare but doesn't do anything. Emma then proceeds to chop and slap his chest over and over, gradually reddening the skin as she shouts, "COME ON! CAN'T HIT A GIRL?! SEXIST!!!!"
Bennett: Come on Nossy, just belt her one! She's practically begging for a smack or two dozen.
Carter: You can see the anger building on Nostalgia's face!
Suddenly he catches her arms and holds them while saying, "I'm not doing this!" He promptly shoves her back and turns to exit the ring. Immediately Emma runs and leaps on his back, locking on a sleeper hold!
Aiello: Nostalgia tries to leave the ring and Emma takes full advantage, trying to put him down with a sleeper hold!
Carter: Emma Louise, not wanting to just take what may have just been an offered win is trying to cut the air off to Nostalgia's brain and put him to sleep!
Bennett: A big guy like that with all that power could have saved himself a lot of trouble just by dribbling her head like a basketball and then punt kicking it like a football. Match over, case closed.
Reacting more out of instinct than any real plan, Nostalgia promptly rips her off his shoulder with a Snapmare. Realizing his error, he tries to kneel to lesson the impact of the landing. She still bounces on impact and rolls onto oneside, holding her neck. Immediately he stands up and shouts to the referee, "SEE WHAT HAPPENS?! THIS IS WHY, REFEREE!!! THIS. IS. WHY!"
Bennett: Oh get the hell over it, Nos. You're too classy for this shit!
Getting fed up with arguing with the referee he promptly walks over to the downed Emma Louise and plants his foot to her chest.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR-REVERSAL!!!
Bennett: Tha' Hell?!
Emma grabs his foot, throws her legs around his calf, and twists her whole body in a successful endeavor to bring her larger, heavier opponent down via surprise. She locks on a crude, improvised leg bar and starts to crank the limb painfully!
Carter: Does Emma have a submission background?
Aiello: As far as I know, no she doesn't.
Bennett: It's a sloppy Leg Bar, but she's got it locked and Nos is clearly regretting that bout of arrogance.
Nos fights and rolls onto his back, throwing an arm into the ropes to force Emma to release the hold. She back rolls to her feet in quick fashion. Nostalgia is second to a stand. He pushes off the ropes as she leaps at him with a spinning kick that that sends him back into the ropes. "YYYEEEAAAAHHH!!!!" She screams like a warrior woman before rushing at Nostalgia, only for him to dip down catch her with his shoulder, but instead of flipping her over the top, he rushes to a corner and ties her upside down in a tree of woe, her legs hooked. He then places his foot to her throat to try and choke her out.
Carter: Well I thought he was going to bounce her over the top rope, but instead he's now choking her in a tree of woe!
Bennett: He better drop it before he's DQ'ed!
Nostalgia almost allows himself to be disqualified, but instead he pulls back just before the ref can get to the count of five and immediately gets in his face. "WOMEN DO NOT BELONG IN THE RING AGAINST MEN LIKE ME!!!!" He shouts back at the man in frustration.
Aiello: I almost feel bad for Nostalgia in this match, trying to show this level of restraint, even though it's an accepted norm here in EWC.
Carter: He's going to have to get over that world view if he wants to succeed in EWC. What would he do if he got a shot at the United States Champion, Toni Gunn?
"Fightin' Words" By Casino Madrid begins to play melodically over the loud speakers as the of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages with a fierce snare and double bass drums.
Bennett: NEO JAMES CARNER UP IN THIS BITCH!!!
Nostalgia turns to face the entrance, a wary look on his face. Sadly the attack doesn't come from in front of him, but behind him. NJC stalks through the crowd and promptly shoves a random fan over to steal his seat. He's already over the gaurd rail well before the other man can react. He slides in and the only thing that gets Nostalgia's attention is the upside down Emma Louise screaming, "LOOK OUT!!!" in good sportswomanly fashion.
*KEEERRRPPPLLLAAACCCCCKT!*
Despite the warning, he doesn't even have time to react as he's violently rocked off his feet by a brutal chair shot. The Ref motions for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
Jessica Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY DISQUALIFICATION, NNNNNOOOOOSSSTTTTAAAALLLGGGGIIIAAAA!!!
Neo James Carner crouches over Nostalgia with a devilish smirk on his face and says to him, "Rest up and enjoy the nap. You'll need the rest." He then tosses the chair aside, drops, and rolls out of the ring with his music playing.
Aiello: What in the hell was that all about?!
Carter: I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough!
Bennett: What an incredible opening match! And what a way to start a very special episode of Brawl, here in Washington.
Aiello: Right you are, Steve - and to show just what makes this episode stand out from the rest, we go to Ace King, live, at Constitution Gardens.
The camera quickly cuts to the EWC’s premiere interview, dressed as ever in a dapper blue suit. He’s standing out in the open in the warm glow of the evening’s setting sun. He flashes the camera a charming smile.
Ace Heart: Thank you, gentlemen; yes, today is sure to be a grand landmark in the long and storied history of Monday Night Brawl. For tonight, throughout the show, we will be covering the eagerly-anticipated and much talked about Test of Strength competition between two giants of the Brawl roster, the esteemed Thomas Uriel Bates and one ManThing III, participating on behalf of Lady Enchantra. Neither Lady E nor her hulking homunculus were available to speak, both seemingly focused on winning the first of the five trials scheduled, the Atlas Stones. Mr Bates, on the other hand, was all too willing to spare us a minute - ladies and gentlemen, Thomas Uriel Bates!
The camera pulls away slightly to fit Ace’s large guest into the frame. Thomas gives a brief smile and nod, but remains silent.
Ace: Thomas… Mr Bates… the time of reckoning is finally upon us. Tonight’s Test Of Strength contest will answer the question that’s been on everyone’s lips since it was issued and accepted: just who is mightier, the monstrous ManThing or your illustrious self. The trials are to be scored on a majority victory, first to win three wins overall, the first trial to be the Atlas Stones. Mr Bates, would you be so kind as to explain this trial to the folks at home?
The camera slowly pans to the side as we see a pyramid of ten columns, five rising and five lowering, each with a stony sphere of various colour and size at their base. Thomas slowly approaches them as he begins to speak.
Thomas Uriel Bates: My pleasure, Mr Heart… the Atlas Stones trial is a fairly simple one, and a staple in Strongman contests the world over. As you can see, both my opponent and myself have five pillars and five stone balls. Not only do the pillars increase in height, but their respective balls also increase in weight, making it harder to lift each higher than the last. The winner is the first to place the final ball on the uppermost pillar, or if the other man cannot continue.
Ace whistles softly and tries to nudge the smallest ball with the toe of his dress shoes. It barely moves.
Ace: Wow, that’s one heavy ball, folks - and that’s the lightest of the five?
Thomas nods.
Bates: That one is 100KG, the balls steadily increasing up to the final one at 160KG.
Ace: 100 to 160KG? And you’re going to lift them all in a row? Incredible… well, I see your opponents seem to have arrived and look ready to begin, so I won’t keep you any longer. Mr Bates, thank you for your time and good luck in this trial.
Thomas nods again, and turns his attention to ManThing, stepping up to the menacing man and offering his hand. Both ManThing and Lady Enchantra look at it and him with a mix of confusion and scepticism, then ManThing slaps Bates’ hand away as Enchantra cackles sharply. Bates grunts dismissively and returns to his side of the columns, applying chalk to his palms before nodding to the timekeeper. ManThing nods too, and the whistle is blown!
Ace: And we’re off! Both men grapple the 100KG eagerly, pulling it up along their bodies, hugging it tightly as they step up to the first pillar aaannd… the balls are in place! Bates seems just a few seconds ahead, but it’s still all to play for as the two giants move on to the second ball! They’re applying the same lifting techniques as before - you can really see the effort and exertion in their focused faces, folks! But the second ball proves no challenge for either man, and it’s onto the third! This is truly awe-inspiring to behold…!
The two men are grunting and controlling their breathing as best they can given the strenuous task. Bates manages to place his ball on the column just as ManThing’s grip slips!
Ace: Oh no! A fumble from the monster! He recovers quickly though, and the third ball is finally in place, but Mr Bates has already got his fourth ball held to his stomach - with the balls getting heavier, the pillars taller, it may be a gap ManThing can’t quickly close!
ManThing manages to recover well enough, and both men set the fourth ball into place within a couple seconds of one another, Bates only just in the lead as they struggle with the final and heaviest ball.
Ace: Don’t forget, folks, this ball weighs 160KG - that’s about 350lbs, more than most of the EWC roster! And these two leviathans of the business are lifting those balls to place them on columns just higher than myself! This is incredible! I can’t believe my eyes, it… it looks like ManThing might actually pull ahead!
Sure enough, ManThing III has his final stone rested against his chest, his chiselled jaw resting atop it, eyes narrowed in grim determination as his cheeks puff with exertion. He takes a step toward the tallest column, falters, blinking sweat from his eyes, stumbles…. And drops the stone!
Ace: Oh what a disastrous turn of events - there is surely no coming back from this at this juncture, folks! Lady Enchantra is furious and barking orders for him to pick up the stone again, but it’s no use! With one final, impressive, heft, it’s Thomas Uriel Bates who places the 160KG Atlas Stone onto its pillar - Thomas Uriel Bates wins the Atlas Stones, and goes into the Test of Strength Challenge one-to-nothing! Back to you at ringside, gentlemen!
The camera lingers on an irate Lady Enchantra, stomping her feet and berating an exhausted ManThing who is using his final stone to sit and rest. She suddenly open hand smacks him then backhand slaps him, yelling “Stand, weakling! You have not earned the right to rest yet!” Then it slowly fades out as we’re returned to the commentary table.
Bennett: Wow… just wow. What a show of strength!
Aiello: And there’s plenty more trials to come, fans - but for now, we return to our match-card with our second contest of the evening, Neo James Carner versus Captain Morgan Darkwater.
Carter: Both men were representing Team Brawl on the Elimination Tag Match last Sunday on the Night of Champions Eve Show, but now - as is so often the case in our business - they find themselves on opposite sides of the ring. Who will emerge victorious? We’ll find out - next!
SINGLES MATCH
NEO JAMES CARTER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
NEO JAMES CARTER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl, let's get to our next match. Jessica Stroup as always with the introductions.
Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 258 pounds. From the Virgin Islands, Morgan Blackwater!
The lights in the arena cut out as first notes of Captain Morgan's entrance theme, "The Sunk'n Norwegian", kick in and the screens around entrance fade in to the image of a perpetually burning skull-n-crossbones flag rippling in the wind.
A spotlight rises as Morgan saunters confidently out on the stage, holding an old-fashioned iron grenade in one hand, the fuse lit and sparkling. He laughs maniacally and throws it at his feet, where it explodes with a boom of pyros and smoke.
When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Drink!" in time with the song's first chorus and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring through the middle and top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.
Stroup: And his opponent weighing in at 258 pounds. From Huntington Beach, California. Neo James Carner!
"Fightin' Words" by Casino Madrid begins to play melodically over the loud speakers as the of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages with a fierce snare and double bass drums.
Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring, his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride. He looks down all around at the people at the side of the ramps, he keeps his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter.
Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.
Neo roars into the air as he circles the ring, peering out into the crowd as he gives his bare chest a hardy slap. He has a grin on his face, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd.
Neo rushes the ropes one more time and he yanks them with a mighty rip and the corner mortar pyro goes off again as the song keeps blaring over the PA. Neo rotates his neck as he steps to the nearest corner and leans against it cracking his knuckles and awaiting the match to begin.
DING! DING! DING!
Both men circle each other before engaging in a collar and elbow tie-up. Neo pulls Darkwater into a side-headlock but quickly gets pushed off into the ropes. Neo returns and ducks under a big boot from Darkwater. Neo bounces off the ropes a second time and connects with a flying elbow smash that knocks Darkwater back.
Hanks: Neo James Carner using speed as a his weapon.
Aiello: He's going to need a lot more speed to bring down the Captain.
Neo rolls to his feet and charges Darkwater. He slides under him and out of the ring. Neo grabs ahold of Darkwater's foot but gets met with a kick to the chest. Neo falls back to the floor and Darkwater slides out of the ring.
Morgan pulls Neo to his feet and goes for an irish whip into the barricade. Neo reverses it and sends Morgan backfirst into the steel. Morgan falls to one knee while Neo taunts the crowd ringside. Neo runs toward Morgan with a flying knee but gets caught in a bear hug. Morgan and runs Neo back first into the ring post and drops him to the floor.
Aiello: Being outside the ring is going to favor Darkwater tonight. He loves to brawl and used that ring post to perfection.
Bennett: Well he's going to have to learn that you win inside the ring.
Morgan pulls Neo to his feet and slides him into the ring. He holds Neo to the mat for the cover.
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Kickout by Neo!
Morgan grabs ahold of Neo but gets met with a european uppercut that breaks his grip. Neo follows with a forearm smash and an irish whip into the corner. Morgan crashes into the corner back first and the momentum sends him into a snap t-bone suplex from Neo. Neo makes the cover.
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Kickout!
Neo stays on Darkwater with an arm wrench hook kick that sends him back to the mat. Neo looks for recogintion from the crowd before bounces off the ropes into a basement dropkick that misses.
Both men scramble to their feet and Morgan strikes first with a heart punch. Morgan continues the assault with a swaggering boxing combo and takes Neo down to the mat with a DDT. Morgan goes for the pin.
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Kickout!
Aiello: Skull crushing DDT from Darkwater! But Neo James Carner says he's not done!
Bennett: Infinity Man, show 'em what you got!
Darkwater brings Neo back to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckles. Darkwater comes flying in for a corner splash but Neo steps out of the way and Darkwater crashes into the turnbuckles. Neo grabs ahold of Darkwater and takes him to the mat with a half nelson slam.
Neo brings Morgan back to his feet and wraps his head for a lifting double-arm DDT. Morgan slides his head out and pushes Neo into the ropes. Morgan charges him and takes both men over the ropes with a clothesline from hell. Neo and Morgan crash to the floor and are slow to get up.
Morgan is the first to move as he uses the apron to pull himself up. He grabs Neo by the hair and pulls him toward the steel steps. Neo slips out of Morgan's grasp and shoves him into the barricade. Morgan turns around and gets drilled by a running bicycle knee that sends both men over the barricade and into the crowd.
Bennett: That sounds like a Neo Classical Sympho-Knee to me. Lights out for the Captain.
Hanks: He better get back in the ring. Daniels count is already at five.
Referee Josh Daniels stands in the ring trying to look over the barricade while the countout gets to six. Neo's head appears above the barricade and he slowly climbs over with one leg. Suddenly Darkwater lifts Neo off the barricade and onto his shoulders. He falls back into the crowd and chairs with a keelhaul slam as the fans go crazy.
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DING! DING! DING!
Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen referee Josh Daniels has called a stop to this match. The result of this match is a DRAW! via COUNTOUT!
Aiello: What a crazy way to end this match. Both wrestlers took the fight to each other and the fans.
Bennett: Let them fight! We need to have a winner.
Hanks: I agree. We've gonna have to get them to run that back.
The EWC cameras return and follows Victor Price closely from behind as he struts towards his office. In the midst of all the traffic of people in the backstage area he notices a cluster of superstars and staff at the snack table picking at donuts, juice, coffee and other beverages. The Manager spots the International Champion Andrew Jackson and close by picking at a muffin is Cyrus Black, and next to him is Rebel Rhode serving herself some coffee.
Price: What are the odds of finding you three here?
He says with his arm stretched collecting all three with his gaze and gesture.
Cyrus Black: Considering this place is riddled with security cameras I’d say it’s pretty easy to catch a moment like this
Price: Whatever! Now, Jackson, I told the fans I had decided on who I wanted to get a stab at your title.
Jackson adjusts the title on his shoulder and responds with a mouth full of cupcake
Jackson: Well, who will it be?
Price: Them.
Jackson: Them?
Price: Don’t play dumb boy, you will be facing Rebel Rhodes and Cyrus Black for your International championship in a ladder match.
Rebel Rhodes takes a sip of her black coffee.
Rhodes: Suddenly this black coffee tastes sweet.
Price: Anyways, have fun and for God’s sake Jackson don’t talk with food in your fucking mouth.
Price leaves the scene meanwhile a half-bitten piece of cupcake falls out of the champs mouth as he juggles his shocked vision between his two opponents.
Aiello: That’s a big one, both really deserve the shot
Bennett: I’ll say. Jackson will really have his hands full with this one.
Carter: That was another stellar match - tonight is quickly shaping up to be one hell of a show!
Bennett: I couldn’t agree more, Max. Not only do we get to watch EWC’s best and brightest rising talent put on a clinic, but we also have the fascinating Test of Strength to look forward to - let’s go back to Ace Heart with the second trial: The Keg Toss?
Aiello: Keg as in alcohol barrels…?
The camera fades out before Aiello’s question can be answered, and we return to the fields of Constitution Gardens, stage lighting now set-up as the sun has set. Ace Heart is standing by with Lady Enchantra, who’s still looking less than happy with ManThing’s recent loss.
Ace: Thank you, gentlemen, yes the next event in this epic Test of Strength contest is indeed the Keg Toss, but before we go into that it would seem Lady Enchantra here has something to say about her monstrous manservant’s recent performance in the Atlas Stones event. Enchantra…?
Lady Enchantra: I believe Thomas URINAL Bates to have in some way cheated in that event, but we will let him “win” that one just so we can prolong this contest and ultimately see the poor defeated look on his face when he comes so far, tries so hard, only to fail. *evil cackle laughter*
Ace: Wow. Okay. Strong words from Lady Enchantra...  Well, as she goes off to give ManThing last minute instructions, we’re once again joined by Thomas Uriel Bates, here to briefly explain the Keg Toss. Bates, welcome, and may I just first congratulate you on your win at the Atlas Stones.
Bates forces a smile, seemingly uncomfortable with the praise.
Bates: Thank you, Mr Heart, but it is too early to celebrate just yet; with four more events both increasing in difficulty along with the fact my opponent and I have little time to recover between them, it’s still very much all to play for. Victory is far from assured.
Ace: Understandable… Well, then, about the Keg Toss?
Bates: It’s fairly simple, in comparison to the Atlas Stones, but nonetheless every bit as tough and strenuous. Each competitor has a set of five kegs weighing around 18kg that they must clear over a 4.42m bar with a single throw.
The camera takes the opportunity to swing over to what resembles an olympic high-jump bar set high above the ground with thick blue crashmats on one side. We also see Lady Enchantra and ManThing hunkering over their set of kegs, fumbling with the barrels. Enchantra spots the camera looking at them, and quickly snaps up to stand between it and her minion. The camera hovers on her dark, perilous gaze for a second before returning to Ace and Bates, both whom seem oblivious to what was just transpiring.
Bates: The winner is the man who can clear the most kegs over the bar, it’s as simple as that. My friend Captain Morgan Darkwater has kindly donated kegs of rum from his prized collection; these barrels are of the hardest English Oak, and reinforced with steel bands - they are both extremely heavy when full, and extremely durable. Now, if you’ll excuse me...
Ace: Oh yes, of course… Ladies and gentlemen, the Keg Toss event is about to begin!
Both men chalk-up their hands, grasp their kegs tightly - Bates holding his barrel vertically whilst ManThing opts to try a sideways hold - and step up to the red line. The timekeeper blows his whistle, and the event is on!
Ace: Both men are swinging their kegs, getting momentum, aaannnd… the barrels are flying up, up, up…! ManThing’s keg falls short, but Bate’s sails clear over the bar! 1-0 to Bates!
ManThing glowers at Bates as Enchantra flails at her minion’s back, browbeating him to try harder as he picks up his second keg, adopting Bates’ vertical grip this time. Both men return to the line, start swinging, release, and…. Both kegs soar over the bar! 2-1! The behemoths collect their third kegs, return to the line, start swinging and… ManThing’s keg flies wide, and Bates has to stumble back quickly to avoid being struck, his own keg falling from his grip! The judges rule the attempt as a fail for both, the score still 2-1 for Bates.
Ace: Unbelievable turn of events, there! Usually I strive to maintain a professional impartiality here, folks, but even so it’s hard to believe that was an accident on ManThing’s side. He could’ve seriously injured Thomas Uriel Bates with that wild toss! Judges are allowing the event to continue, though, and both men are now readying their fourth keg…. They let them fly! And OOOOHH, maybe Bates was still flustered by the recent incident, because his keg falls short of the mark this time, whilst ManThing’s flies high, tying up the score at 2 all! It all comes down to this last keg!
Bates is already at the mark, ready to go, whilst Lady Enchantra takes a moment to whisper instructions to her manservant before ManThing joins his opponent at the line, keg in hand. The judge blows the whistle, both men start swinging and… the barrel slips out of ManThing’s grip mid-swing, and this time it’s the cameraman that has to scramble out of the way, the audience’s view torn away just as Bates releases his keg. The camera is staring up at the night sky as we hear a faint thud and the judge’s whistle.
Ace: That’s it, all kegs have been thrown - for better or worse - and the winner is… Thomas Uriel Bates!! We couldn’t capture the footage due to uncontrollable circumstances, but you can trust the judge and myself when I assure you Mr Bates cleared the final keg with ease, bringing the score up to 3-2 and nabbing him the victory!
Lady E’s nails-on-a-chalkboard like voice rises to high pitch, nabbing everyone’s attention. The view shifts to her and her minion, and he’s on his knees, still taller than her and has his hands clasped in a begging prayer gesture.
Lady Enchantra: DO I NEED TO SUMMON A MANTHING IV? I CAN TRADE YOU OUT *SNAPS FINGERS* JUST LIKE THAT. IF YOU LOSE THIS NEXT EVENT, I’M BANISHING YOU TO THE ELDER REALMS WHERE THE NAREEDS WILL FEAST ON YOUR FLESH!
ManThing lets out a sorrowful wail that turns into a roar at the tail end of it. He powers to a stand, ripping off his shirt and yelling all sorts of gibberish at Thomas Uriel Bates in a language nobody can translate, not even Lady E, and she has access to the comprehend all tongues spell. He pounds his sweaty chests and storms over toward the event, DARING Thomas to hurry up and get to it.
Ace: Uh, well although it seems ManThing has found a second-wind and is eager to get the third event underway, we must instead return to the action ringside for the time being. Back to you, Bennett!
Bennett: Thanks, Ace, glad you didn’t get flattened by that runaway keg - we’re getting back to the action with Rebel Rhodes taking on AJ Johnson. That’s next on Brawl!
SINGLES MATCH
REBEL RHODES
VS AJ JOHNSON
REBEL RHODES
VS AJ JOHNSON
Aiello: Welcome back. Another great Monday night it's been so far. We've got another great match for you!
Bennett: Well let's not wait any longer. Where's Jessica?
#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" assaults 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." Just behind her came a short woman with firey red hair wearing a black and green hooded vest, "GINGER NINJA" with Japanese Kanji below it saying the same thing. The rest of her attire consists of a green flannel shirt, black cargo pants and combat boots, and a pair of fingerless road gloves.
Stroup: ON HER WAY TO THE RING ACCOMPANIED BY "THE GINGER NINJA" MOLLY O'HATHERINE....
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. Outside of the ring, the Ginger Ninja shouts out, "WHO'S HERE FER AN ARSE WHUPPIN'?!!!"
Stroup: FROM CORTEZ, COLORADO, STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO POUNDS...RRRRRREEEEBBBBBEEEEEELLLLL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!
The crowd pops and Melinda raises her arm with a three fingered salute to the fans.
The lights go out in the Arena as lyrics hit the PA system and red and black lights begins flashing. AJ then walks from the curtain and turns his back to the crowd and shakes his hips.
After flipping his hair, he turns around and begins dry humping towards the crowd and mocking the fans in attendance. He plays on the stage for a moment and then starts walking down the ramp towards the ring.
Once in the ring, AJ continues mocking the crowd as the boos are beginning to overtake the Arena. Before the ring announcer can begin talking AJ snatches the microphone and gestures for the announcer to walk away as he begins to tap the top of the microphone.
Damon Reid: "Ladies and Gentlemen....Now making his appearance in this ring, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 225 pounds....The best damn professional wrestler on this roster....AJ JOHNSON!!!!"
AJ then drops the mic and leans on the ropes in the corner of the ring as he begins smirking towards the crowd.
DING! DING! DING!
Both wrestlers size each other up and look to tie-up but AJ quickly hits Rhodes with a kick to the gut and a right hand that sends her staggering back. AJ swings another punch but this time Rhodes ducks it and returns with a combo of her own. Rhodes connects with a series of punches before AJ is able to block one and knock Rhodes back with a bunch of forearm strikes.
AJ whips Rhodes across the ring and into the ropes. The Rebel returns with a running dropkick that knocks AJ to the mat. Both wrestlers get to their feet and engage in a collar-elbow tie-up. AJ quickly overpowers Rhodes and hits her with a knee to the gut. AJ whips Rhodes into the turnbuckle and follows with a running shoulder that drops Rhodes to one knee.
AJ brings Rhodes back to the center of the ring and drills her into the mat with a snap suplex. AJ makes the cover.
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Aiello: AJ using size and strength to his advantage in the early going. He's really performed well since his debut.
Hanks: He's gonna have to be at his best to defeat Rhodes. She's already been in some wars here at Brawl. It's a solid test for him.
Johnson brings Rebel back to her feet and hits her with a forearm strike to the head. Johnson whips her into the ropes and goes for a back body drop. Rebel counters with a swinging neckbreaker.
Rebel gets to her feet and grabs ahold of AJ's legs. She goes for a sharpshooter but AJ counters and pulls her into a roll-up for the pin.
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Both wrestlers scramble to their feet and quickly meet in the center of the ring. Rhodes ducks under a clothesline from AJ but is unable to take AJ down with a judo hiptoss. AJ overpowers Rhodes and slams her down with a michinoku driver. AJ quickly gets to his feet and climbs up the turnbuckles. He stands on the top but Rhodes knocks him off with a running dropkick. AJ clips the top turnbuckle on his way down to the outside floor.
AJ slowly climbs to his feet but gets dropped back to the floor with a diving crossbody block from Rebel. She's quickly to her feet, winking at the crowd before rolling AJ back into the ring. Rebel makes the cover.
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Aiello: What a move from Rhodes there! AJ still able to kick out.
Bennett: She has no respect for AJ. At least give the man a warning next time.
Rhodes pulls AJ to his feet but gets knocked back by a straight right hand. AJ grabs Rhodes by the arm and whips her into the ropes. Rhodes counters with a springboard back elbow that connects and stuns AJ. Rhodes runs off the ropes into a power slide that dodges a superkick from AJ. AJ turns around as Rhodes jumps and hits a Shot Through the Heart. Rhodes makes the cover.
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DING! DING! DING!
Stroup: And your winner by pinfall, REBEL RHODES!
Aiello: Rhodes with another solid performance tonight. She's really been leaving her stamp here on Brawl.
Hanks: The Rebel's got skill and is always a great watch in the ring. We'll be back with more Monday Night Brawl
Ace: What a match by Rebel and AJ. No bathroom breaks in that one. Now up next we have the Deadlift challenge in the Test of Strength competition. Thomas, care to elaborate?
Thomas Uriel Bates:Sure thing. It’s pretty simple: ManThing and I will have 60 seconds to lift a 375kg car as many times as possible. That’s really all there is to it. Mind you, that’s 826 pounds, so it’s by no means a simple feat. It looks like my opponent is eager to get it started, so shall we?
He gives Ace a parting nod and heads over to the station set up for this event. ManThing cuts him off at the pass, getting in the shorter man’s face. He utters a bunch of angry gibberish again and Thomas just looks at him in mild confusion. As this goes on, the camera just so happens to zoom past them, and lands on Lady E who is seen urgently messing with one of the clamps that holds the lifting bar apparatus together with the car. She catches the prying eye of the device and snaps to a stand, casting a mean gaze at the operator.
The cameraman audibly gulps in fear and swings the tool of his trade back to the competitors. The tensions have died down and Bates moves by his foe, and claps his hands, flexing some as he takes his position over the bar. He looks at the timer and nods. The 60 seconds begins and he goes to town. Heaving and grunting, his massive body bulges in high tensity as each repetition becomes slower and harder. 8….9…………..10……………..11. With one second left of the timer he lets out a primal yell and deadlifts it for a 12th time.
Ace: Amazing! Just amazing! Twelve deadlifts in sixty seconds for Thomas Uriel Bates. I’m no expert in these events, but I can tell you from sure common sense it’s going to be hard to beat that mark.
Bates rests against the back of the car, shaking his head as if disappointed in himself. The camera moves closer as he takes a few steps back, muttering something about how the lifting bar didn’t feel right. He starts inspecting the bar, only to be shoved back by ManThing, who takes up his position next. The two bicker some, and while they do so, Lady Enchantra is once again seen sneakily messing with the clamp. This time the cameraman only stays on her a brief moment, fearful of being caught by her menacing gaze again.
Ace: ManThing is now up to the bar. He’s got a Goliath score to beat, however if any man of might is up to the challenge, it’d surely be this monster. And HERE WE GO!
The timer starts and ManThing rips out a nice pace of repetitions to start. By the thirty second mark he’s nearly caught up with Bates’ tally, which brings the kind giant back into investigation mode. Thomas surveys the clamps and bars with each repetition, until Lady E confronts him yelling and being a general nuisance.
Ace: Oh my God. With ten seconds left, ManThing has tied Thomas’s score, but it looks like he’s out of it. W-whoa wait, he’s, oh my god HE’S DONE IT! 13 repetitions in sixty seconds! Unbelievable.
ManThing collapses onto all fours, his gargantuan body trembling from muscle fatigue. His master climbs on top of him, using him as a human stool to get close as she can to eye level with Bates. She laughs in his face, celebrating their victory, pointing her horrible witchy finger on his wide chest.
Lady Enchantra: Ha you’re weak. I knew it. So weak. Puny mortal. Let us wager something, yes? How about a winner takes all and skip right to the finale? After all you’re not looking too well. Seems like you’re going to pass out any second. If we do this and you win, ManThing and I will never again set foot in a Brawl ring. And if we win, then you must FAST for 72 hours. Yes, no food at all for 72 hours. Yes? Come on. What’s wrong, cat caught your tongue?
Thomas scratches his head and looks back at the deadlift bar, then shakes his head.
Thomas: You know what, Miss Enchantra? Something seems fishy about that last event over there, but I’ll refrain from calling you and your minion a cheater. If he won on fair merit then I applaud him. As for your challenge, if it means you’ll never come back to Brawl and hurt an innocent fan or my fellow roster members, then yes let us make that wager. I agree to it.
She jumps up and down in excitement and scurries off of ManThing, then helps him up.
Ace: What an exciting turn of events we have here. ManThing is still trailing 2-1 in the contest, but Lady Enchantra has just convinced Thomas Bates to forego the next event and skip right to the final one in a winner take all with stipulations. It’s all going to be decided with the seemingly impossible…. Plane Pull. Bennett and Aiello, back to you!
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
CYRUS BLACK
VS JOHN BLADE
CYRUS BLACK
VS JOHN BLADE
Aiello: Those two shed their heart and souls in that match. Both proving they would give it their all to make their way to EWC Gold.
Carter: I have a feeling this match will have much of the same. Everyone is on their best the Brawl after an EWC PPV Event.
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..."
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..."
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...".
I'll take you there...".
Cyrus casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first… from Carson City, Nevada…weighing in at 230 pounds….CYYRRUUUSSSS BLLAAACCCK!
Aiello: Cyrus coming off yet another great performance in another tough loss to Valora Thomas at Night of Champions XIV.
Carter: He is quickly becoming a fan favorite, and from the sound of it, they haven’t given up hope of Cyrus one day carrying EWC Gold.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent..from Worcester, Massachusetts… weighing in at 251 pounds….JOOOHNNN BLLAAAADDDDEEE!
“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 Cyrus Black.
Carter: Here is another competitor with the ability to bring fans of all ages to their feet.
Aiello: He will definitely be looking to make a statement after not being booked at Night of Champions.
Bennett: Do I have to commentate for this match? These two are repulsive as it gets. A pair of goody goodies.
Carter: They may play by the book Steve. But neither will hesitate to push it to the extreme tonight to have their hand raised in victory.
DING DING DING!!!
Aiello: This match has been back and forth so far. Clearly these men scouted each other before entering the ring.
Bennett: Now they are outside the ring. Where the fun happens. LET THERE BE BLOOD!
Carter: There will Steve. Unfortunately one of these fan favorites will be exiting this match with a fresh wound.
Cyrus goes to grab Blade by the head as Blade rises to a knee, but Blade connects with a few hard right hands to the gut of Cyrus, causing Cyrus to take a step back. But as soon as Blade gets to his feet, Cyrus is on him with a series of rapid fire kicks to the body of Blade. Blade is out if for a second, Cyrus sees this as his chance to entertain, and joins hands with Blade and proceeds to Tango, before he could finish with his usual last step, the dance is ended with a hard knee to the gut of Cyrus from Blade. Blade hooks the arms of Cyrus and proceeds to connect with a Double-Arm Underhook breakbacker. Cyrus is down in obvious pain. Blade is on a knee regaining his wind. He looks over at the ring, and realizes he needs to take drastic measures within the rules to win this First Blood match. So he heads to the side of the ring and pulls out a table. He drags it a few feet and sets it up a few feet from the ring steps.
Carter: This could be the beginning of the end right here for Cyrus Black.
John Blade turns and sees Cyrus standing a foot from him. Cyrus blows him a kiss, then goes for a High Dropkick, but Blade is ready and backs out of harm’s way.
Bennett: I hope Blade busts open his lips for that offensive display of poor sportsmanship.
Blade grabs Cyrus and drags him to his feet, but Cyrus manages to use his speed and slide behind Blade, and manages to drive Blade hard on the outside with a Reverse DDT. The ref checks for blood for signals the match continues. Cyrus goes to grab Blade but Blade grabs the tights of Cyrus and uses his strength to pull Cyrus into the barricade. Blade grabs Cyrus, lifts him to his shoulders, and drops him down with White Noise. Cyrus is writhing in pain, grabbing his back. Blade looks to capitalize and drags Cyrus over towards the table. Blade jerks Cyrus up to his knees. He hoists Cyrus up to on his shoulders.But Cyrus manages to maneuver out of his grasp and onto the table. Blade turns and is met with a kick to the face. Cyrus charges, flips over Blade, lands facing Blade’s back, hooks his arms and drives Blade to the mat with a Tiger Suplex… both men are down and not moving.
Carter: Both these men are giving it their all and putting on quite an exhibition for the fans.
Blade and Black are motionless for about 8 seconds until they begin to stir. Blade is using the ringpost to pull himself up, as Cyrus uses the barricade to get back to his feet. Cyrus charges at Blade, Blade sidesteps and sends Cyrus hurdling towards the ringpost head first with a Drop Toe Hold…but Cyrus is able to get his hands up and block the potential match ending collision. By the time he turns Blade is on his feet and connects with a hard right, followed by another, as he goes for a third, Cyrus ducks it and takes Blade down with a Legsweep. Cyrus takes a few steps back in front of the table… waiting for his moment. As Blade gets a knee, Cyrus charges, and he goes for The Blackout, but Blade manages to sense it coming and drop down enough so Cyrus’s foot would trip up on his back, causing Cryus’s to shift awkwardly and the momentum propelling him head first into the barricade. The ref comes over to check if Cyrus has busted open from the force of the collison. But he signals the match continues. Blade grabs Cyrus, he lifts him up, locks in a Full Nelson, and then proceeds to drive Cyrus’s face straight into the canvas with a Full Nelson Legsweep FaceBreaker.
Carter: That has to be it. He went face first.
As the ref checks on the status of Cyrus, Blade appeals to the crowd for a minute thinking he won. After the ref informs him otherwise, Blade then points to the table before heading over to Cyrus. He reaches down and grabs Cyrus. He jerks him up and sets him up for a Suplex, he lifts, but Cyrus is able to slide out of the back. Cyrus grabs Blade, sets him up, and connects with La Isla Bonita. Cyrus stands by the ringpost, biding his time, as gets up, Cyrus is in the air and connects with The Black Out. Cyrus wastes no time and grabs Blade, yanks him up into a Reverse DDT postion, charges, leaps and connecting with another Reverse DDT, sending the back of Blade’s head through the table. Blade is out, Cyrus is down. The ref checks both competitors, and calls for the bell as he notices the back of Blade’s head has busted open. The ref quickly signals for the medics.
DING DING DING!!!
Jessica Stroup… And here is your winner….. CYYYRUSSSS BLLLAACCCCKKK!
Aiello: Cyrus with another impressive win over another EWC veteran.
Carter: Cyrus should be happy with his performance, but I, and the fans, know he won’t be truly content until he wears EWC Gold, and it seems he still has his eye on the TV Title.
Bennett: Or the person holding it.
Aiello: Moving on. We still have three EWC champions in action tonight. Including the next bout between Scott Grayse and still EWC International Champion Andrew Jackson.
SINGLES MATCH-NON TITLE MATCH
SCOTT GRYASE
VS ANDREW JACKSON
SCOTT GRYASE
VS ANDREW JACKSON
Aiello: What a night we have had so far, the fallout to Night of Champions just keeps going and going. Next up we've got the International champion Andrew Jackson in action.
Stroup: Our next match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first, from Grand Rapids Michigan, weighing in at 250 lbs, He is the The Sinister Psychopath, the Resident Madman, the Personification of Perfection... SCOTT GRAYYYYYYSEEEEEE!!!!!
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.
Carter: Scott Grayse picked up a big win against John Blade a couple of weeks ago on BRAWL but this will be an entirely different prospect.
Aiello: Certainly. Scott Grayse faces maybe his biggest challenge to date since joing the EWC.
Stroup: And his opponent 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: A Night of Champions Andrew Jackson came through a sixty minute iron man match and he defeated the giant Thomas Bates to retain his title!
Bennett: Ugh, i'm sick of this guys face. Hopefully Scott Grayse steps up here and puts mr goody two shoes Jackson in his place.
The two men square up to each other in the ring as the ref rings the bell.
DING DING DING!!!
Jackson sticks his hand out towards Scott Grayse. Scottt Grayse looks Jackson up and down before he slaps Jackson's hand away. Jackson laughs and shakes his head as Scott Grayse talks smack into his face.
Aiello: Blatant disrespect there by Scott Grayse!
Bennett: Ha! I love it!
Jackson and Grayse. Grayse tries to lift Jackson but Jackson knees Grayse in the gut causing him to fall back. This Angers Grayse, he charges at Jackson with a clothesline but Jackson ducks it. As Jackson run off the ropes and comes back at his opponent, Grayse catches him with a big boot. Jackson falls to the floor, holding his face.
Carter: Jackson took a sore one to the face there.
As Jackson tries to get to his feet Scott Grayse laughs and slaps him in the head. Jackson gets to his feet as Scott Grayse continues to shout in his face. Scott Grayse slaps Andrew Jackson across the face. Quick as a flash Jackson responds by lifting Scott Grayse up and hitting him with The Patriot!! Jackson goes for the cover. The ref counts....
ONE....
TWO....
THREEEEEEE!!!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Stroup: Here is your winner ANDREW JACKSOOONNNNNNN!!
Andrew Jackson looks down on Scott Grayse who is out for the count, as the ref holds his hand up in victory. Andrew Jackson climbs the turnbuckle and holds his International title up in one hand and he salutes the crowd with his other.
Carter: That's a champion we can all be proud of right there.
Bennett: Give me a break. He caught Grayse off guard, that's all.
Aiello: Next up we have got the X-Division champion Eddie Crank in action! We will be right back with you after this break folks.
The camera fades in to show a large runway, on which a commercial passenger plane is stationed, hitched through the nose by a harness of thick towing cable that leads down to a black-and-white starting line. ManThing and Bates are both standing by, ready to go.
Ace: Ladies and Gentlemen I’m sorry to inform you that Lady Enchantra has gone missing. While Grayse and Jackson put on a clinic, Lady E excused herself to the ladies room but has since gone missing in action. Her minion, ManThing is standing by here. Are you okay, ManThing?
Ace appears nervous standing next to the behemoth who is looking around cluelessly.
ManThing: My lady go missing-ed-ed. I know not-e-ed where she be-ed-ed. I’m sadded.
He saunters off toward the plane as Thomas appears next into view.
Ace: So, the monster can speak English… somewhat. Anyway, Mr Bates, your thoughts?
Thomas Bates: I’m not sure what to make of it honestly. That lady seems awfully devious. There’s no telling where she went or what she’s up to, but I do know one thing, I’ve got a plane to carry. Hopefully I can bring this event home and Brawl can be safe from Lady Enchantra and her minion moving forward. Speaking of this event, ManThing and I will each have a 40 tonne plane to pull along this 25 meter track. Whomever completes it in the fastest time, wins.
Ace: There you have it folks. It’s time for the winner take all contest.
The view resets to the plane, where ManThing is already hooked to a harness that is attached to the aircraft. A worker hands him the thick rope required to grab hold of and aid in pulling, then steps out of the way. ManThing slowly nods and the timer begins. He hunkers low and plows forward with great strain, but the craft starts to move behind him. The mightiest minion of them all emits a loud roar and commences to move faster, gaining speed. But at the midway point, his body quivers and he slows down considerably.
Ace: Uh oh, looks like ManThing expending too much energy at the start. This doesn’t look good for him.
ManThing almost slips and faceplants but gathers his bearings enough to keep plugging along, slower and slower. Suddenly, about five meters away from the finish line, he gets a second wind, belts another roar and powers through to the end and collapses in exhaustion. The time shows 64 seconds and the scene switches to Thomas nodding at the scoreboard.
Ace: What a grueling event, but ManThing managed to pull the plane past the mark needed, and now Thomas must do the same but in under 64 seconds.
As ManThing lies across the pavement recovering, the plane is re-positioned at the starting line and Bates is strapped into the harness. The whistle is blown, and Bates plows forward, face set in grim determination for victory. He covers a quarter of the track when we can hear Ace’s confused tones.
Ace: Uhh, as impressive a feat as this is, I’m being informed that we have another camera inside the plane’s cockpit. It turns out Lady Enchantra has been found hiding there, for whatever purpose I can’t imagine. We go to the cockpit now to find out more…
The feed switches to the cockpit where we see Lady Enchantra sat in the pilot’s seat, cursing vague obscenities in the general direction of Bates as her hands grip the main brake with all her might.
Ace: I-I-I can’t believe what we’re seeing, folks! Lady Enchantra, that bit-witch has the damn brakes on, making things far more difficult for Thomas Uriel Bates! This is shameless cheating - never in all my years as professional correspondent have I seen such cowardly, underhanded tactics! Bates seems completely unawares, and is pulling the plane regardless - I don’t believe it, he’s almost at the finishing line with ten seconds to go!
We cut back to a wider exterior shot as Bates is struggling in his harness, footing slipping as he fights for every inch forward. His narrowed gaze catches the timer and he seems to be overcome by renewed purpose, shouldering the cable and powering forward.
Ace: He’s mere feet away, but there’s only a few seconds left! Six seconds… five! Four! Three! Two! Ooon--- OH MY GOD! He’s done it! Thomas Uriel Bates has achieved the impossible, ladies and gentlemen! Against all odds - and a cheating vixen - Bates has managed to pull his plane across the finishing line .56 seconds faster than ManThing! Incredible!
Somehow, Lady E’s witchy woman screeching voice can be heard all the way through the thick windows and metal hull of the plane as her angry fists pound away at the glass.
Lady Enchantra: MAAAAANTHIIING ATTACK! ATTACK! MURDER DEATH KILL!!!
Thomas hears it and catches sight of her minion’s giant boot heading toward his head. He moves out of the way in the knick of time, causing it to sail wide. In return, Bates goes on the offensive, driving the monster back with a salvo of punches to the torso and face. ManThing tries to defend but simply doesn’t have it in him at this point and is about ready to fall over with one more shot, but the harness Bates is strapped to reaches its limit, causing his KO shot to fall short.
Ace: This has just devolved into an all out BRAWL ladies and gentlemen!!!
Ace’s pun is lost on Thomas and as he works to free himself, ManThing ambles about like a blind man in a rock quarry, managing to trip over an Atlas Stone. Lady E urges her dimwitted minion to use an Atlas Stone to, as she puts it, “Shed his soul, let slip all his blood".
Ace: Bates can’t get free and Manthing is eyeballing that huge stone! Don’t do it man! It’s not worth prison time!!!!
ManThing looks at Ace then at Lady, and moans in self conflict before picking up the nearest stone and heading over toward Thomas, picking up speed in a sudden break out jog.
ManThing: For my lady-ed-ed!!! You sadded her!!!
When near Bates, the behemoth suddenly throws the stone at him. Panicked, exhausted, and on instincts Thomas catches it only to realize it’s a ruse a little too late as ManThing’s giant boot thunders up betwixt his legs and punts his groin into his stomach.
Ace: Oooooooh and my balls just shrivelled up inside just seeing that kick! Ab-so-lutely BRUTAL! This is an absolute mugging! ;We need the cavalry down here, but we’re over a mile away from the Arena! Nobody can come and stop this!!!
The kind giant’s knees smack together and he falls in a heap, the stone rolling free from his grasp beside him. Lady E, having dismounted the plane, appears at ManThing’s side jumping up and down, somehow not pleased with the attack thus far. She orders all kinds of hideous things to be done to Thomas, which confuses the tired ManThing. Finally she decides on a simple de-braining via stone crushing his skull.
Ace: *pleading with Enchantra;You’ve proven your point! Do you really need to do more? He’s down and I’m sure he’ll never have children again, Ms. Enchantra!
Her menacing gaze flashes at Ace, causing him to audibly whimper and back away. ManThing complies with her order and picks up the stone, but as he goes to raise it Thomas uses whatever ounce of resolve he has left to fire a hellacious punch at ManThing. It’s a maddened one, not well aimed, but he puts all his destructive power behind it and his bowling ball of a fist shatters the Atlas Stone and careens into ManThing’s chest.
Immediately, the largest athlete in EWC let’s out an ear splitting roar of pain as he rolls onto his side, clutching his now broken hand. The agony sears through his flesh as he kicks his leg out, teeth grit and actual tears in his eyes. Even for a man as tough as he, having multiple bones broken in such a fashion, right down to the wrist along with hairline fractures in the forearm, would be akin to having hellfire shot through one’s veins.
Ace: Did he just? HE PUNCHED THROUGH AN ATLAS STONE AND BROKE HIS FUCKING HAND!!!Blood is just pouring from his knuckles onto the ground! We need an ambulance here!!!
Like sharks to blood, Lady and ManThing attack, furiously piling on stomps and kicks like wildlings. Lady shoves ManThing back, smacks her elbow a few times, then leaps up and drives a Flying Elbow drop onto his mauled hand.
Ace: IS THERE ANYONE OUT THERE WHO CAN STOP THIS??!!!
That was when the cracks and squeels of tire on gravel and dirt were heard. Headlights shine on both Manthing and Lady Enchantra, startling them from their attack. The Sedan spins to one side and screeches to a halt before them as The Rebel slides out of the driver’s side window with an aluminum baseball bat in hand!
Rebel: HEY BITCH WITCH!!!
Lady Enchantra: What the? There’s not a sale on a double wide here, bitch!
As Lady E smirks defiantly, she merely points at the woman charging at them. Manthing, obedient despite severe fatigue, throws a punch which the faster, more agile Rebel dodges, peppering him with a ball bat shot to the ribs, followed by a golf style swing to the chin that sends him staggering back!
Ace: HELP HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!
Manthing growls and lunges at the Rebel again, Lady Enchantra, meanwhile, sneaking around her flank as the massive beast of a man keeps her busy. Mel side steps and cracks him in the back as he stumbles forward. He turns with a pained roar and reaches out for Melinda, who drops low with a standing dropkick right to his knee, sending him straight to the ground. Just as she gets to her feet, looking to deliver a finishing blow to the exhausted giant, Lady Enchantra is right in her face, something lighting up in the palm of her hand.
Rebel: GGGAAHH!!!
She cries out barely avoiding the incoming fireball to her face, the top of her head smoking slightly from the blaze as she fell flat on her back. She brings her ball bat up just as Manthing puts his boot straight down on it. Every muscle in Melinda’s body is taught, flexed to the absolute maximum trying to keep this massive monster from crushing her on the spot!
Lady Enchantra taunts, circling the two as Rebel slowly but surely is losing this test of strength.
Rebel: FUCK YOU!!!
It’s at that point a pistol shot is heard.
Unknown Male Voice:Is that a tattooed fair maiden needin’ ta’ be saved?!
Everyone, including the camera man, looks up and sees Captain Morgan, standing high and proud upon a tall rock, a cable in one hand and a flintlock pistol pointing straight up in the air, smoking and spent. He tosses the pistol and swings down in near perfect cinematic fashion, both feet colliding with enough force to knock the exhausted and already off balanced Manthing off his feet!
The Rebel rolls to her feet and she and the Captain stand side by side, his cutlass drawn and her ball bat at the ready.
Rebel: What kept you?
Morgan: *With a cheeky grin* Traffic, lass….
As the heroes take their stand, ManThing grabs one of the legendary kegs that Morgan lent for the event, and holds it aloft, breath ragged. Sneering at Rebel and Morgan, Lady Enchantra extends her hand toward the barrel in the same manner she did with Rebel before unleashing that fireball.
Lady Enchantra: One more move and the ale gets it. You’ve had your say and so have I. This will not be the end, but for now back off!
She and ManThing slowly back away, showing no signs of wanting to continue the battle. The Rebel and the Pirate put themselves between them and the fallen giant Bates, weapons raised and ready for any attempt at a sneak attack. Once the dark Lady and her minion are far enough away, she throws the barrel to the ground with a puff of thick, violet smoke. When it finally clears, the villains are nowhere to be seen. The camera slowly pans back to focus on a thoroughly confused Ace Heart.
Ace: Wow… what a staggering turn of events. But the arrival of Melinda Rhodes and Captain Darkwater may have been just a little too late, as Bates looks seriously injured. As I speak, EMTs are rushing to the gentle giant’s side… we’ll be sure to keep you all updated to his status as soon as we can. But for now, it’s back to the Verizon Arena for the Brawl Main Event - Bennett, over to you.
SINGLES MATCH-NON TITLE MATCH
NICK JAMES
VS EDDIE CRANK
NICK JAMES
VS EDDIE CRANK
Bennett: Well that was special...
Carter: The Strong man competition continues and now we move on to Nick James versus Eddie Crank in a Knock Yo Ass Out Match.
Aiello: I don't know why Nick James would agree to something like this. Eddie Crank is one of the toughest, hardest working men in the sport today.
Bennett: He's got balls on him, I'll give the Nickster that much, but brains? Eh, maybe not so much, but when you're jacked like a human freakin' rock, it wouldn't be hard to imagine why he thinks he can knock Eddie out.
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A KNOCK YO' ASS OUT MATCH! THE WINNER OF THIS CONTEST WILL BE THE ONE COMPETITOR STILL ON THEIR FEET AND FULL CONSCIOUS AFTER A FULL TEN COUNT! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA....
The lights dim in the arena as Switch begins to blare over the PA. As the bass drops, out from the back comes Nick James. He's in a cyan and yellow sweater and white pants, with "James" down the side in pink writing. He makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring, removing his sweater and tossing it to the ring attendant.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX-ONE AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY THREE POUNDS.... HE IS NNNNNNNNIIIIICCCCCCK JJJJJAAAAAMMMMMEEEESSS!!!
Bennett: BITCH!
Carter: You should really stop calling for your mother every time Nick James Enters.
Bennett: Like FBI said at Night of Champions, Fuck you Carter!
Carter: Thanks for the offer, but I don't swing that way and you're not big enough for me, Steve.
Aiello: OOooooooo!
Bennett: You're lucky I'm a professional. I'll wring your neck later.
Nick James stalks around the ring, throwing his hands up in the air and shouting to the crowd, "I'M GONNA' KNOCK HIS ASS OUT, BECAUSE I'M WILD!!!! WOOOOO YEAH!!!"
Aiello: Nick James entering this match confident as ever!
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND....
The EWC cameras take us backstage where Eddie Crank, followed by his coach and the rest of his team, is marching towards the entrance as ‘Foggy Dew’ echoes in the arena.
Eddie is prancing around, practicing his footwork as he goes, throwing air punches and having a good time. The Irish in the audience are having an even bigger blast than Eddie is, donning Irish colors and painting the entire arena green, orange and white.
Eddie’s theme switches from ‘Foggy Dew’ to ‘Unchained’ and the crowd goes wilder and wilder by the second while Eddie makes his way to the ring, barely having any space around him thanks to his crew and the Irish fans trying to touch and high five him.
Crank starts circling the ring and talking trash, warming up for the fight with a smile on his face.
Eddie starts shadow boxing and kicking, practicing over his movements and getting nice and limber for the fight.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS OF GLORY! HE IS THE X-DIVISION CHAMPION.... "THE WHIZZER" EEEEDDDDDIIIIIEEEEE CCCCCCRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNK!!!!!
Eddie talks a little smack towards someone in the front row from over the ropes, then immediately turns to find himself face to face with the hulking Nick James who stands there giving him the most intense stare a human being could possibly give. Eddie points over to Nick's corner barking at him, "STEP OFF BOY!" At the same time, he yanks his X-Division title off his waist and hands it to the ref, who then hands it off to a ring attendant.
Carter: Already Crank and The Savage One are face to face and Nick just wants to get this started!
As he and Eddie have a little "chat" back and forth, suddenly Eddie slaps him and follows up with a hard right punch that rocks him back. Immediately the referee tries to get in the middle and immediately is launched back by a hard shove from Nick James.
Aiello: Both men are going at each other before the bell even rings!
Bennett: JUST RING THE GODDAMN BELL REF!
The Referee does just that, giving up and motioning for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
The Eddie ducks and weaves the lumbering strikes of Nick James, peppering his torso with hook shots to the ribs and kidneys as he dances around him. Every now and then, The Whizzer would catch Nick at the knee, nearly buckling his larger foe.
Aiello: Eddie Crank showing why he's the X-Division Champion, chipping away at the block of muscle in front of him!
Carter: Nick James is one of the more intense talents we have backstage, but Eddie's fast and his striking game is absolutely FIERCE.
In a move that managed to surprise Eddie, Nick suddenly lunged forward, taking hold of both of his legs and lifting him up and scoop slamming him to the canvas. Eddie grits his teeth and fights to a stand only to be caught from behind. Nick lifts Eddie up, only to be surprised by the Whizzer shoving off of him with both feet. This launches him into the ropes, where he spring boards and turns towards his uncoming opponent with a flying knee to the face he calls....
Carter: ...Jumps off... DUBLINER! RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES!
Aiello: Nick James drops to one knee from the shot and is fighting to get up, but I think he's been staggered here!!!
And Crank takes full advantage, lighting Nick James up with the Foggy Dew, driving him back with flurry of hard and fast punches to the torso and face. He side steps a slow swing from Nick James, jumps up and delivers a violent headbutt that sends Nick stumbling into the ropes!
Aiello: The X-Division Champion DOMINATING his larger and stronger opponent here.
Bennnett: Maybe Nick James should've thought taking this challenge out!
Eddie smiles as Nick James lunges off the ropes, punch drunk and looking for a grapple. Eddie sidesteps with a spin and james a violent and powerful elbow right into Nick's face, dropping him instantly!
Aiello: DETHRONER!!!!
Carter: Nick James is out cold!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Eddie bounces left to right, taunting his flat backed foe, BEGGING him to get back up.
FFFFOOOUUURRRR!!!
Bennett: If Nick James gets up from that, there can't possibly be much of him left after that kind of a hit!
FFFFIIIIVVVEEEE!!!
Crowd: LET'S GO NICK JAMES! KILL HIM WHIZZER! LET'S GO NICK JAMES! KILL HIM WHIZZER
Aiello: The fans split down the middle by the people who want to see Crank go down so hard and those who cheer him on out of respect for his accomplishments tonight!
SSSSIIIIIIXXXX!!!!
Nick James starts unconsciously flexing his arms, his head lifting slightly.
SSSSEEEVVVVEEEENNNN!!!!
Eddie runs up to a nearby turnpost shouting, "COME ON BOYS AND GIRLS! WILL HIM BACK UP WITH ALL YOUR LOVE SO I CAN KNOCK HIM RIGHT BACK DOWN AND MAKE YOU CHOKE ON IT!"
EEEEIIIGGGGHHHHTTT!!!
Carter: Crank now egging the crowd on.
Nick slowly starts to sit up...
Aiello: He has to get to a complete stand before the count of ten! Can he do it?!
NNNNNNIIIINNNEEEE!!!
Crowd: NICK JAMES, BITCH! NICK JAMES, BITCH! NICK JAMES, BITCH!
Bennett: What a bunch of marks!
The Savage One holds a fist up, clenched tight, his teeth grit. Eddie sees this over his shoulder and hops down from his perch, crouching low and ready to make a big strike...
Aiello: Can he do it?
Nick rolls onto his side, pushing up on one handed only to turn over and fall face first to the mat, unable to recover.
TTTTTEEEEEENNNNNNN!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Eddie Crank's music hit's the PA system and he roars at the crowd, "AND THAT'S WHY I AM THA' CHAMP AND LOSERS LIKE HIM ARE NOT!" He yanks his belt from the Referee and holds it aloft as Jessica Stroup does her thing.
Jessica Stroup: AND THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY KNOCK OUT.... "THE WHIZZER" EEEEDDDDDDDDDIIIEEEE CCCCCRRRRRAAAAAAAAANNNNK!
Eddie leaves the ring and heads to the back with a cocky swagger in his step, belt held high over his head as he recieves the mixed chants from the crowd.
Aiello: I don't know what happened to Nick James here tonight, but he came into this with a great deal of anger and a greater lack of focus.
Carter: It could have just been a bad night, but if you're going to have a bad night, Eddie Crank is NOT the man you want to have that bad night against.
Aiello: Regardless, Nick James got knocked out by one of the best strikers EWC has ever seen. Domination like that from anyone less would be insulting.
Bennett: Still, I doubt Nick James will forget being made into Eddie Crank's bitch. If he's smart, he'll do more than hit the weights at the gym and actually TRAIN to beat a guy like that.: It could have just been a bad night, but if you're going to have a bad night, Eddie Crank is NOT the man you want to have that bad night against.
Aiello: Regardless, Nick James got knocked out by one of the best strikers EWC has ever seen. Domination like that from anyone less would be insulting.
Bennett: Still, I doubt Nick James will forget being made into Eddie Crank's bitch. If he's smart, he'll do more than hit the weights at the gym and actually TRAIN to beat a guy like that.
James is still in the ring, slowly coming to and pulled up in a slumped heap. He looks up towards the stage with unfocused eyes, staring as if struggling to grasp that he's lost. The large TV screen above the stage suddenly snaps to a close-up of his head for all to see as something wet and red splashes onto his forehead.
Bennett:What? Is... is that...?
James looks confused too, dabbing at the red liquid with two fingers and staring at it with a heavy frown as more crimson droplets splash over his head.
Aiello: I... I think it is. But where is it coming from?
The red rain intensifies as James scramble groggily to his feet, his head quickly getting drenched and covered in blood. He rubs it out of his eyes, a mix of anger, confusion and unease across his face as he races out of the ring, the bloody rain continuing to fall on the ring for a few seconds before stopping.
Bennett: What the hell was that...?
James is stumbling back up the ramp, rubbing as much of the blood away as he can, when the giant TV screen flashes to black before being replaced with a familiar image from Night of Champions...
Bennett: It's that damn book again...!
Aiello: But why...?
As if to answer, the screen once again goes black, red lettering soon fading into view.
"With blood, it begins.
In blood, everything ends.
He is coming."
In blood, everything ends.
He is coming."
Then the entire arena goes dark.
Aiello: Uh... we appear to be having technical difficulties, folks. We'll be right back after these messages!
Aiello: Uh... we appear to be having technical difficulties, folks. We'll be right back after these messages!
We go backstage to the medical station, where EWC Television Champion Valora Thomas is sitting in a chair, downing the last bit of Pepsi before her slaughtering at the hands of the cruel Kestrel. While she enjoys the beverage, a medical technician gently removes the sling from her injured arm and shoulder and inspects the affliction she suffered at Night of Champions.
The mood is dampened in a instant by Victor Price stepping into frame. He gives her a nod and seems concerned, but with him you never know.
Victor: Wow, I didn’t know it was that bad. Honestly, tough as you are, I figured your superhero self healing powers would have kicked in by now, but I guess not?
He smiles and gives her a light slap on her good shoulder, just to let her know he’s goofing around. Her jaw tightens and there’s a very visible swallowing of the vomit that’s trying to surface - the typical reaction she has for him.
Victor: Kidding aside, Valora, you’ve got some guts in you. Nobody else would tangle with Kestrel in your condition. Hopefully the medheads here can fix you up with something to give you a fighting chance out there.
She looks him up and down, narrowed eyes murdering him in her mind.
Valora: A nice boost of steroids would have me raging enough to push past this busted shoulder of mine, so how about you cough some up huh? Since you’re so concerned about my welfare all of a sudden?
Vic bellows some over the top theatrical laughter.
Victor: Oh Val, you’re a zinger aren’t you? Listen, we’ve had a few flare ups. It happens in this industry. But all that aside, personal feelings aside, whatever… You brought the TV Title back home to Brawl, and though you may not like me, you wouldn’t have done it had I not selected top shelf talent like Cyrus and Kestrel to beef up Brawl’s chances.
A thin, clearly fake smile swims across her lips.
Valora: Thanks. I’ll send you a thank you card from the grave.
She scoffs at him and redirects her attention to the medtech.
Victor: Whoa now hey, this stuff with Kestrel is on you, sugarbooger. You went out wheelin’ and dealin’ with Cyrus and the even bigger enemy, Rampage’s Takeshi Kan-not remember his last name. That was borderline treason, and if I was a real jerk I could have made your life even rougher than that cage match, but I didn’t because believe it or not I respect the hell out of you. You buttered your bread with Kestrel though, and tonight you have to eat it.
Valora doesn’t give him the dignity of eye contact and starts making BEEPING sounds. It puzzles the Brawl GM.
Valora: Man that BS detector is going off like crazy. There’s a lot of bull puckey in here.
Price rolls his eyes and goes to speak, but seems to get a little spooked by the size of a needle the medical staff member produces and aims at Valora’s mangled burden carrier.
Doctor: Okay Valora, this will knock away some of the pain and residual swelling you have, but I’m not sure how long it will last given the nature of activity you’re about to partake in. Hopefully it helps.
Valora smiles at the helpful young man, genuinely thankful for his expertise, and watches the needle go in, sit, then pull out. Once that’s complete, Valora goes to chastise Victor only to find him long gone.
Valora: What a wuss. Ha. Hmm, dang, maybe he doesn’t shoot the roids after all???
CAGE MATCH
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
KRESTEL
VS VALORA THOMAS
VS VALORA THOMAS
Aiello: During the break a chain-link cage has been lowered from the ceiling around the ring. The Main Event is here, the cage match is now. It is sort of a continuation of what went down at Night of Champions. Kestrel missed her shot at the TV Championship in Greensboro and now she gets a second chance.
Carter: Only this time it is one-on-one with Valora Thomas. Two beasts go inside the cage and the first one to get out is TV Champion.
Bennett: As far as real beasts go, there is only one and she´s coming to the ring right now.
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen. Our main event tonight is won by getting out of the cage under one´s own power and the EWC Television Championship is at stake, Coming to the ring first, weighting in 155 pounds from Las Vegas, Nevada …. She is KESTRELLLLLLLLLLLL….
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: At Night of Champions all other competitors ganged up on Kestrel on Valora´s behalf. For all the sixty seconds that alliance lasted we can be sure that Kestrel will remember Valora´s move. She already gave her a piece of her mind with a damaged shoulder.
Carter: Considering how vicious she usually is I wonder how much of a difference that can make.
Bennett: Trust me it can make a difference buddy. The difference is taking a belt from Valora or taking a belt from Valora the unpretty way. That shoulder was just the beginning.
Jessica Stroup: And her opponent… coming to the ring next from Phoenix Arizona she is the reigning EWC Television Champion … VALORAAA THOMASSSSSS!!!
"Kick In The Teeth" by Papa Roach plays and Valora comes out with her manager, Mick, behind her. As she heads down the aisle toward the ring, Mick remains behind her, giving her last minute instructions and motivational utterings. She tags hands here and there before running up the steps and entering into the cage, 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. Mick takes her TV belt outside before the referee locks the cage door and secures the key in his backpocket.
Aiello: The still TV champ seems to have recovered her wits and her cool after a week off. Question is if her shoulder recovered too.
Carter: That is part of being a champion how you rebound from a bad streak or an injury.
Bennett: Tonight Valora´s head might be the thing to rebound from the ring post or the cage walls a couple of times. I can tell that daughter o´ bitch Kestrel is out for blood.
DING! DING! DING!
When the match starts it seems like Predator Bennett is either a psychic or a good judge of character.
Kestrel shoots out of her corner like a cannonball and doesn´t even waste one second trying to leave the cage. Instead she dives into Valora with a brutal shoulder block deep into the champions gut. Straightening up Kestrel slams the back of her head into Thomas´ jaw, drives a hard knee into her chest and finally catches Valora in a headlock to DDT her through the ropes right into the cage.
Bennett: There you got your first rebound. Kestrel didn´t take a week off for sure.
Still on the roll Kestrel starts to hammer elbows into Valora´s knee joint stopping only to inflict the same torture on the champs own elbows . Finishing the combo with a Neckbreaker Kestrel shows no intentions to leave the cage despite the fact that Valora seems in no condition to stop her from snatching the TV title quickly.
Instead she points at Valora´s injured shoulder and then raises her leg to stomp down on it.
NO!
Thomas rolls away and kicks out like a mule, hitting both of Kestrel´s shins and knocking her down. Both wrestlers get up fast but Valora is a bit faster and retaliates for the earlier punishment with a Superwoman Punch before nailing an Armtrap DDT on Kestrel.
The success is short-lived however, as Kestrel takes the impact in stride and hits Valora with a back elbow right into the face, spins around and low-kicks Valora´s ankle to continue with several knees to her midsection. Only when Kestrel tries to trap Valero´s shoulder again this time in a Kimura lock does Thomas reverse the hold.
Kestrel escapes by stomping on the champ´s foot, hits the ropes for a springboard attack but gets stopped cold by Thomas´ Ninja kick right into the kisser.
Valora darts over the ropes and starts to climb the chain-link fence that leads outside and to the defense of her title.
Kestrel is not stunned enough to have any of this. She leaps after Valora, grabs her leg and pulls her down, breaking the hold Thomas has on the cage.
Both wrestlers crash down and end up as a tangled mess on the canvas.
Aiello: They say hell has no fury for a woman scorned. Seems like we have two such women here.
Bennett: You got it what I meant?
Carter: Both Kestrel and Thomas struggle for dominance on the mat.
With both being submission specialists that struggle goes back and forth. First Thomas has a Spider Twist hold in place but Kestrel breaks out and turns it into an Armbar then Valora catches her in a Bridging armbar only to end up with her legs being wrapped up for the Grounding Vines. With a powerful jolt Valora kicks Kestrel away, gets up again to end the ground game and collides head one with Kestrel in a collar-and-elbow lockup.
Kestrel tries to kick Valora´s knees again only to be judo-flipped onto her back hard. Kicking the back of Kestrel´s head with her heel Valora shoots out of the starting blocks again and goes up the cage Spiderman-style.
Kestrel shakes the cobwebs from her head and darts after Valora who is already halfway out. Kestrel half climbs and half jumps upwards, catching Valora´s right foot with her right hand. She takes hold of the foot with both hands and falls about six feet down, taking the TV champ with her.
This time there is no confused entanglement. Thomas lands squarely on top of Kestrel and drives home several and heel kicks before rolling back on her feet again.
She curb stomps the prone Kestrel, hits her with a Baseball Slide and comes out of it slamming he into the mat again with a Frankensteiner.
Aiello: Kestrel´s not the only one with bottled-up rage it seems.
Carter: What amazes me is where she finds the strength ans energy to endure.
Bennett: Star fire. Look at THAT!
While still flat on her back from the last attack Kestrel kicks Valora in the face and then into the knee joint. Thomas stumbles back and Kestrel attacks her again with a Single Knee Facebreaker that she turns into an arm wringer and a kick into Val´s shoulder before Kestrel goes for another shoulder-busting Kimura lock.
Once again she fails.
Drawing on her own submission skills Thomas flips out of the attempted hold and lands her Three steps to Death – Karate chop, Backfist and Palm Strike followed by a Swinging Neckbreaker.
Whether it is stamina, willpower or sheer hatred, Kestrel comes out of the devastating combo with a Karate chop of her own that hits Thomas across the throat. Kestrel drags her to the ropes, slams the champ hard into the steel mesh behind before and ties her up in the top rope for a Hammerlock that once again puts pressure on Thomas´ compromised shoulder and rotator cuff.
Valora screams, her face distorted with pain as the ref starts to count Kestrel out.
At three Valora takes matters into her own hands or rather into her own feet when she sidekicks Kestrel into the kneecap and uses he opponents split second of distraction to pull her arm free of the hold and of the rope.
WHAM!
Thomas uses her other arm for a devastating Mongolian Chop before sh shows Kestrel how you really knee someone in the groin with such power that your opponent is lifted off the ground with each hit.
Still favoring the arm that is fresh out of the hammerlock Valora continues to lay waste to Kestrel´s face and neck with more knife hands and chops and another backfist thrown in for good measure, finally finishing with a front kick that sends Kestrel reeling backwards.
Thomas aims another kick at Kestrel´s face but gets caught in a Dragon Screw and thrown face first into the mat. The champs rolls aside just in time to evade a knee drop that would otherwise have caught her smack in the back of her head.
Instead Valora from a prone position wraps her legs around Kestrel´s throat in a Figure-Four chokehold.
Valora drags Kestrel back into a vertical position, takes a step back and then goes up into the air, spinning and drilling the Nat 20 into Kestrel´s jaw. The former exotic dancer drops like a dead weight.
Valora takes a deep breath and once again starts to climb the cage, much slower than before and obviously feeling pain in he previously damaged arm but this time without interference from Kestrel who is completely out of it and being checked on by the ref while Thomas makes her ascend slowly but steadily, one foot at a time.
Aiello: And Thomas makes it! She is on top of the cage now, climbing down the outside!
Carter: There isn´t much Kestrel can do anymore.
Bennett: Taken out by one lucky shot when she owned ninety percent of the match.
Aiello: Depends. Kestrel was too focused on damaging Thomas rather than winning the match by leaving the cage and she paid for her single-mindedness.
Thomas touches the apron and jumps down to the floor while Mick only waits for the closing bell to rush over to her.
DING! DING! DING!
Jessica Stroup: And the winner of this contest by escape from the cage … and still EWC Television Champion is …. VALORAAA THOMASSSSSS!!!
Valora sits down on the steel stairs of the ring. Mick hands her the TV Championship belt so that she can hold it high with one hand.
Aiello: An amazing comeback. I admit that my money was more on Kestrel tonight. But Thomas better has her shoulder checked after this ordeal.
Carter: It looked a lot like the belt would change hands.
Bennett: And Kestrel will be gunning for it again for sure.
Indeed Kestrel has regained her senses and is staring daggers at Valora Thomas.
Aiello: That's all the time we have for you tonight, it was an amazing show. See you all Next week on the next Monday Night Brawl.
THE WINNERS RECAP
EMMA LOUISE*
VS NOSTALGIA*
WINNER: Nostalgia
NEO JAMES CARTER*
VS MORGAN BLACKWATER*
WINNER: Draw
REBEL RHODES*
VS AJ JOHNSON*
WINNER: Rebel Rhodes
CYRUS BLACK*
VS JOHN BLADE*
WINNER: Cyrus Black
SCOTT GRAYSE
VS ANDREW JACKSON*
WINNER: Andrew Jackson
NICK JAMES
VS EDDIE CRANK*
WINNER: Eddie Crank
KESTREL
VS VALORA THOMAS*
WINNER: Valora Thomas (and still Television Champion)
MNB #490 MVP - Cyrus Black
VS NOSTALGIA*
WINNER: Nostalgia
NEO JAMES CARTER*
VS MORGAN BLACKWATER*
WINNER: Draw
REBEL RHODES*
VS AJ JOHNSON*
WINNER: Rebel Rhodes
CYRUS BLACK*
VS JOHN BLADE*
WINNER: Cyrus Black
SCOTT GRAYSE
VS ANDREW JACKSON*
WINNER: Andrew Jackson
NICK JAMES
VS EDDIE CRANK*
WINNER: Eddie Crank
KESTREL
VS VALORA THOMAS*
WINNER: Valora Thomas (and still Television Champion)
MNB #490 MVP - Cyrus Black
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