MNB #491 - PORTLAND - 09.11.17
Sept 11, 2017 22:14:10 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #491 | SEPTEMBER 11TH 2017LIVE! from Moda Center in Portland, Oregon
EWC BRAWL
SEPTEMBER 11TH 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!
Price: You know, I may be an asshole at times, I’ll be the first son of a bitch to admit it, but I didn’t come out here to cause some boos, ahhs and fucking uhhhs. I came out here to address the significance of this very day in American History. Thousands of people, in this great nation died on this very day, 16 years ago.
Aiello: One of the most disheartening moments in US history
Bennett: We really can’t catch a break, we still have, Hurricanes hitting us now as well.
Price: They were our brothers, our sisters, fathers, mothers; they were us.
The crowd goes solemnly quiet.
Price: Innocents who died, some helping, others serving. It turns out, one of our very athletes was amongst those on a rescue mission on that night so, allow me to call on Andrew Jackson to join me in the ring.
The fans clap on as Jackson gingerly walks onto the stage with a saddened look on his face, he grips the microphone in his hand and makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. He shakes Price’s hand and then speaks to the eyes around the arena that pierce his soul.
Jackson: Today is the day that made me who I am today. Many of you may have heard a couple weeks ago that I was arrested for allegedly setting a criminal free. I didn’t do it, but that criminal? His name is Sam Wheataker and much like me, this very day made him who he is. On September 11, 2001, we were both firefighters and his wife worked in that very building that collapsed, he tried to save her despite it being infeasible and I had to drag him out of the building against his will.
She died, and so did his sanity and love for America. I on the other hand decided to fight so it never happens again. Why do I tell you this story? Because this day made many tails like this, tales that carry on till this day, we still hurt, we still cry, we still grieve. So, let us take a moment of silence for those who passed on this very day.
The Arena goes dead silent as both Victor and Jackson as well as a good number of the crowd bow their heads and pay their respects. After about a minute Victor lifts his head and so does Jackson and the crowd begin to cheer.
Aiello: That was touching from Jackson
Bennett: I mean I always respected the man but now I see him in a much different light.
The camera fades and goes to commercials.
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: Welcome Ladies and gentlemen to Monday Night Brawl Episode 491. How many wrestling federations on EARTH have that many episodes?
Bennett: Not a lot, I'll tell you that. And you put all our shows together we are pushing a thousand episodes.
Aiello: Let's dive right into the amazing line up we have for you tonight. We begin the show with Konnor Klay going up against the legendary John Blade.
Bennett: Only thing legendary about John is his ... Jesus, can't even think of a joke.
Carter: Here's one, John Blade.
Aiello: Not cool, you can't beat him in the ring.
Carter: ... What? No comment.
Aiello: Konnor Klay will be looking to have an impressive debut. Coming into this match he had a lot to say about John, more specifically about how much he wished he had a better opposition. John has shocked a lot of people from time to time, he may just pull another upset.
Bennett: Following that match is Neo James Carner facing off against the returning Anthony Grunge. Grunge seems to have turned a new leaf and is hoping to be less egotistical.
Carter: I say that's an improvement, put your head down and study your craft, once you have that down, be an asshole
Aiello: Next it's Rebel Rhodes versus Emma Louise. Interesting altercation between Rebel and Lady Enchantra of Rampage last week on Brawl.
Bennett: That Enchantra chick freaks me the fuck out, I just hope she isn't in the building today.
Carter: Both Emma and Rebel will be looking for some sort of momentum to propel them into the Rumble in the Bronx tournament. That will be interesting.
Aiello: Next we have Morgan Darkwater versus AJ Johnson.
Bennett: Johnson looks like a real future star and so does the big o' pirate lassie, that will be an amazing fight
Aiello: And last but not least, two men who have impressed since the start of their careers here on EWC, clash heads. CJ Newmann versus Cyrus Black.
Bennett: Cyrus will be looking for a win here to give him the much needed motivation to win against the International champion at the Rumble; Newmann on the other hand will be looking to propel himself from a main event to a potential future title opportunity.
Aiello: Of course we also have to address the significance of today, September 11.
Bennett: I remember the day like it was yesterday, the hurt is still in all of us, God bless America.
As the fans cheer loudly Victor Price stomps out from behind the curtains, with no theme song, just a soldier’s stride down the ramp. The mood of the audience changes immediately and they begin to boo the man. Victor ignores their jeers and steps into the ring with the microphone.
Price: You know, I may be an asshole at times, I’ll be the first son of a bitch to admit it, but I didn’t come out here to cause some boos, ahhs and fucking uhhhs. I came out here to address the significance of this very day in American History. Thousands of people, in this great nation died on this very day, 16 years ago.
Aiello: One of the most disheartening moments in US history
Bennett: We really can’t catch a break, we still have, Hurricanes hitting us now as well.
Price: They were our brothers, our sisters, fathers, mothers; they were us.
The crowd goes solemnly quiet.
Price: Innocents who died, some helping, others serving. It turns out, one of our very athletes was amongst those on a rescue mission on that night so, allow me to call on Andrew Jackson to join me in the ring.
The fans clap on as Jackson gingerly walks onto the stage with a saddened look on his face, he grips the microphone in his hand and makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. He shakes Price’s hand and then speaks to the eyes around the arena that pierce his soul.
Jackson: Today is the day that made me who I am today. Many of you may have heard a couple weeks ago that I was arrested for allegedly setting a criminal free. I didn’t do it, but that criminal? His name is Sam Wheataker and much like me, this very day made him who he is. On September 11, 2001, we were both firefighters and his wife worked in that very building that collapsed, he tried to save her despite it being infeasible and I had to drag him out of the building against his will.
She died, and so did his sanity and love for America. I on the other hand decided to fight so it never happens again. Why do I tell you this story? Because this day made many tails like this, tales that carry on till this day, we still hurt, we still cry, we still grieve. So, let us take a moment of silence for those who passed on this very day.
The Arena goes dead silent as both Victor and Jackson as well as a good number of the crowd bow their heads and pay their respects. After about a minute Victor lifts his head and so does Jackson and the crowd begin to cheer.
Aiello: That was touching from Jackson
Bennett: I mean I always respected the man but now I see him in a much different light.
The camera fades and goes to commercials.
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SINGLES MATCH
JOHN BLADE
VS KONNOR KLAY
VS KONNOR KLAY
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Worchester, Massachusetts weighing in at 251 pounds… JOHN BLADE!!!
Invincible hit's when the curtains open he walks out onto the stage and looks at his fans in salutes to them and runs straight down towards the ring and holds up his six fingers and the air and runs back in fourth to the ropes and toss his hat to the crowd and throws up his pose again in waits for his Opponent to arrive, wearing his trademark baseball cap and matching t shirt. With a salute to the crowd, he began running to the ring, where he slid in and quickly got to his feet and tossed his hat into the crowd. After a bit more posing, he removed his t shirt and also tossed it into the crowd to fight his Opponent.
Invincible hit's when the curtains open he walks out onto the stage and looks at his fans in salutes to them and runs straight down towards the ring and holds up his six fingers and the air and runs back in fourth to the ropes and toss his hat to the crowd and throws up his pose again in waits for his Opponent to arrive, wearing his trademark baseball cap and matching t shirt. With a salute to the crowd, he began running to the ring, where he slid in and quickly got to his feet and tossed his hat into the crowd. After a bit more posing, he removed his t shirt and also tossed it into the crowd to fight his Opponent.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Upper East Side, New York City, New York… Weighing in at 235 pounds… KONNOR “MILLION DOLLAR” KLAY!!!
The lights dim down, a gold hue cast across the crowd as the sound of a low demonic like laugh fills the speakers. The titantron flashes white then back to gold the words Konnor Klay emblazoned across them. The lights flash on for all in the arena to see Konnor Klay standing with the back to the crowd. Once the music drops he quickly turns his head followed momentarily by his body.
“Come & Get It” by I Prevail roars to full volume as the crowd erupts at the arrival of the Manhattan Prince, he pauses briefly at the top of the ramp, scanning out over the crowd as his eyes not reaching anyone in particular but just over the top of their heads.
After a few moments he continues his way down to the ring, passing a group of young women that have “I Came to See Konnor!” posters, the big bold letters, covered by red lips in the corner. He grabs his shirt with one hand and slides it off of his body and hands it to the cute blond that had the poster in hand. She lets out a loud scream and he backs away from the group and continues to the ringside are tousling a young boys hair as he does.
Once at the bottom he stops and slaps hands with a few of his fans at Ring Side, looking up at the crowd as the adulation rains down on him. He takes in a deep breath, soaking in the situation he has found himself end and climbs up the steel steps, stomping on each one as he goes. He walks his way along the apron and throws his whole body back looking directly into the fans of the front row.
He wipes his feet on the apron and kicks his leg over the second rope and entering the ring. He looks out over the crowd as he make his way to his corner, rising to the top turnbuckle and looking back out over the crowd, and the lights return back to normal.
Aiello: John Blade, always ready for a fight looks to really impress tonight after what he had to say earlier in the week. He wants a shot at Blake—
Bennett: You say that like it’s something new, Blade has said he wants a World Title shot every week since he debuted…
Carter: He’s got a ton of heart, but ya gotta put some wins together to make that dream come true, and Klay I’m sure has that same dream, which only sets up for an amazing opening bout.
Aiello: The crowd is solidly behind both these men! THIS is what makes Brawl the best wrestling in the world today!
Both men circle in the middle of the ring, as the crowd is at their feet for both crowd favorites. Both men stop and look around the arena appreciating the crowd response. Suddenly they quickly tie up and Klay is quickly slapped in a side headlock by Blade! He wrenches it tight as Klay backs Blade up against the ropes, bouncing him off. He sends Blade into the ropes, Klay hits the opposite side and when the meet in the middle of the ring Klay levels Blade with a running lariat! Blade is knocked to the mat hard, Klay picks him up hooking him for a suplex, but Blade blocks it and reverses it and hits a suplex of his own! Blade hits the ropes and lands a thunderous legdrop on Klay! He goes for the cover!
Aiello: How many people did Hulk Hogan put away with that move???
Bennett: Joe… Are you serious right now?
Carter: *Chuckles*
One!
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Two!
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Kickout!!!
Carter: What? I thought it was funny…
Blade makes it back to his feet before Klay and knocks him back into the corner and goes for a sling shot into the opposite corner but Klay reverses it and Blade runs in hitting the turnbuckle chest first! Before he even has chance to think he gets nailed in the back with a stalling dropkick from Klay thunderously knocking Blade back into the turnbuckle, knocking the wind out of him and he rolls outside the ring, to try and get his wind back. Klay wastes no time and follows him out, he leans Blade back on the apron and nails him with a knife edge chop! That gets the expected “WHOOOO!” from the crowd. He follows that with a second and a third as Blade’s chest turns beat red. Blade turns to move out of the way and Klay sends him back into the ring. As Blade tries to recover he walks right into a boot from Klay who sets him up and Blade comes crashing down in a sit down powerbomb!
ONE!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: A kickout from Blade!
Bennett: I know I say a lot of shit about Blade, but ya gotta give it to him… the dude can take a lot of punishment.
Carter: Is that it? That’s… That’s your comment on Blade?
Bennett: What? Dude get’s his ass kicked a lot… and he just keeps going. Ya gotta admire his ability to get his ass kicked.
Aiello: Or you could rack that up to Blade’s tremendous amount of heart, and his never say die attitude.
Bennett: Tomato… Potato
Carter: *sigh*
Back on their feet, Klay goes for his short arm clothsline, but Blade ducks it and grabs Klay around the waist and performs a dead lift german suplex! Blade holds onto it for a pin, but Klay’s feet are in the ropes, and the ref breaks up the pin. Blade looks up at the ref confused and frustrated as to why the ref broke it up. The ref informs him that Klay’s feet were in the ropes… but as the two talk back and forth, Klay has made it to his feet. Blade accepts the ref’s call and goes back to work… turning around and Klay catches Blade sleeping with a kick to the gut, and seemingly out of nowhere he drops Blade with MILLION DOLLAR STUNNER!!! The crowd POPS as Konnor drops Blade!
Carter: Blade walked right into it!
Bennett: Million Dollar Stunner! Lights out John Blade…
"ONE!!!"
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"TWO!!!"
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"THREE!!!"
Carter: Blade’s gotta be smarter then that, ya can’t turn your back on a guy like Konnar Klay, and he definitely wasn’t properly prepared to see that Million Dollar Stunner coming.
Bennett: That’s what happens when you are always looking past your opponent to the titles… A lesson John Blade still has yet to learn.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… By Pinfall… KONNOR KLAY!!!
The lights dim down, a gold hue cast across the crowd as the sound of a low demonic like laugh fills the speakers. The titantron flashes white then back to gold the words Konnor Klay emblazoned across them. The lights flash on for all in the arena to see Konnor Klay standing with the back to the crowd. Once the music drops he quickly turns his head followed momentarily by his body.
“Come & Get It” by I Prevail roars to full volume as the crowd erupts at the arrival of the Manhattan Prince, he pauses briefly at the top of the ramp, scanning out over the crowd as his eyes not reaching anyone in particular but just over the top of their heads.
After a few moments he continues his way down to the ring, passing a group of young women that have “I Came to See Konnor!” posters, the big bold letters, covered by red lips in the corner. He grabs his shirt with one hand and slides it off of his body and hands it to the cute blond that had the poster in hand. She lets out a loud scream and he backs away from the group and continues to the ringside are tousling a young boys hair as he does.
Once at the bottom he stops and slaps hands with a few of his fans at Ring Side, looking up at the crowd as the adulation rains down on him. He takes in a deep breath, soaking in the situation he has found himself end and climbs up the steel steps, stomping on each one as he goes. He walks his way along the apron and throws his whole body back looking directly into the fans of the front row.
He wipes his feet on the apron and kicks his leg over the second rope and entering the ring. He looks out over the crowd as he make his way to his corner, rising to the top turnbuckle and looking back out over the crowd, and the lights return back to normal.
Aiello: John Blade, always ready for a fight looks to really impress tonight after what he had to say earlier in the week. He wants a shot at Blake—
Bennett: You say that like it’s something new, Blade has said he wants a World Title shot every week since he debuted…
Carter: He’s got a ton of heart, but ya gotta put some wins together to make that dream come true, and Klay I’m sure has that same dream, which only sets up for an amazing opening bout.
Aiello: The crowd is solidly behind both these men! THIS is what makes Brawl the best wrestling in the world today!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Both men circle in the middle of the ring, as the crowd is at their feet for both crowd favorites. Both men stop and look around the arena appreciating the crowd response. Suddenly they quickly tie up and Klay is quickly slapped in a side headlock by Blade! He wrenches it tight as Klay backs Blade up against the ropes, bouncing him off. He sends Blade into the ropes, Klay hits the opposite side and when the meet in the middle of the ring Klay levels Blade with a running lariat! Blade is knocked to the mat hard, Klay picks him up hooking him for a suplex, but Blade blocks it and reverses it and hits a suplex of his own! Blade hits the ropes and lands a thunderous legdrop on Klay! He goes for the cover!
Aiello: How many people did Hulk Hogan put away with that move???
Bennett: Joe… Are you serious right now?
Carter: *Chuckles*
One!
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Two!
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Kickout!!!
Carter: What? I thought it was funny…
Blade makes it back to his feet before Klay and knocks him back into the corner and goes for a sling shot into the opposite corner but Klay reverses it and Blade runs in hitting the turnbuckle chest first! Before he even has chance to think he gets nailed in the back with a stalling dropkick from Klay thunderously knocking Blade back into the turnbuckle, knocking the wind out of him and he rolls outside the ring, to try and get his wind back. Klay wastes no time and follows him out, he leans Blade back on the apron and nails him with a knife edge chop! That gets the expected “WHOOOO!” from the crowd. He follows that with a second and a third as Blade’s chest turns beat red. Blade turns to move out of the way and Klay sends him back into the ring. As Blade tries to recover he walks right into a boot from Klay who sets him up and Blade comes crashing down in a sit down powerbomb!
ONE!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: A kickout from Blade!
Bennett: I know I say a lot of shit about Blade, but ya gotta give it to him… the dude can take a lot of punishment.
Carter: Is that it? That’s… That’s your comment on Blade?
Bennett: What? Dude get’s his ass kicked a lot… and he just keeps going. Ya gotta admire his ability to get his ass kicked.
Aiello: Or you could rack that up to Blade’s tremendous amount of heart, and his never say die attitude.
Bennett: Tomato… Potato
Carter: *sigh*
Back on their feet, Klay goes for his short arm clothsline, but Blade ducks it and grabs Klay around the waist and performs a dead lift german suplex! Blade holds onto it for a pin, but Klay’s feet are in the ropes, and the ref breaks up the pin. Blade looks up at the ref confused and frustrated as to why the ref broke it up. The ref informs him that Klay’s feet were in the ropes… but as the two talk back and forth, Klay has made it to his feet. Blade accepts the ref’s call and goes back to work… turning around and Klay catches Blade sleeping with a kick to the gut, and seemingly out of nowhere he drops Blade with MILLION DOLLAR STUNNER!!! The crowd POPS as Konnor drops Blade!
Carter: Blade walked right into it!
Bennett: Million Dollar Stunner! Lights out John Blade…
"ONE!!!"
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"TWO!!!"
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"THREE!!!"
DING! DING! DING!!!
Aiello: And the quick distraction costs John Blade early in the match, as Klay ends it quick with the Million Dollar Stunner! Carter: Blade’s gotta be smarter then that, ya can’t turn your back on a guy like Konnar Klay, and he definitely wasn’t properly prepared to see that Million Dollar Stunner coming.
Bennett: That’s what happens when you are always looking past your opponent to the titles… A lesson John Blade still has yet to learn.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… By Pinfall… KONNOR KLAY!!!
As the aftermath of the match, and subsequent reaction from the crowd, begins to lull (lull being a relative term, as fans of EWC aren't exactly known for their reposed demeanors) a small symphony begins to pump through the sound system.
Up on the TitanTron, a cartoon character appears to have stepped out of an old 80s game and onto the gigantic screen. The music flourishes ever so slightly, and the jacketed figure springs to life to mark the build up. Horrendously bit-crushed sound effects match the character's janky motions, further adding onto the theme of an old Famicom game. Combined with the song that was obviously borrowed from a long bygone decade, the atmosphere of the video is oddly nostalgic. The posing concludes, and the figure is beset by rapid screen flashing, as he glows and is suddenly replaced with a bug-eyed, armored man in the same pose.
Before the significance of that transformation can be fully established, the images in-frame are replaced by a plain loading screen. It fills up rather quickly and fades away in a fun and glitchy way, as the song's vocalist add more and more energy to his performance. Any fans of the Japanese pro wrestling scene should already know who's being introduced.
What is obviously the song's chorus is punctuated by the introduction of an additional singer, and the 8-bit graphics have been replaced by grainy live-action footage. The character returns as an actual, real life man draped in shadows, who starts out in the same position as earlier. He goes through the same set of poses once more, and is once again bombarded by shifting lights, though this time the constant flashing has been switched out for primitive special effect; these wouldn't look out of place in an old action series. Finally, the character finishes on the same pose as that he had in his previous form, and both the song and the video fades to black.
A close-up on the character's armored form fades in, accompanied by a logo of his choosing. The final line of the song plays once more, to cap off the minute and a half long video package. The dead silence followed by the enthusiastic words of an overly enthusiastic Japanese woman who reveals the name of the incoming wrestler, and the vignette is over.
Random Hyped AF Announcer: Black Sun Beetle is coming to E-W-C on the next Monday Night Brawl!
ANYTHING GOES MATCH
NEO JAMES CARNER
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
Carter: What a way to start the show folks. John Blade definitely pushed the newcomer, Konnor Klay to his limits.
Bennett: There will be no limits from the jump in this Anything Goes Match.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first…. Weighing in at 258 pounds… NEEEOOOO JAMES CARRNNNNERRRRR!
"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.
Bennett: This is the kind of guy that can make it to the bigtime in the EWC. You can tell he is meant to do something special just by looking at him. He looks his Jesus.
Carter: Well that’s your opinion. But many hold the opinion of Neo James Carner as a formidable opponent.
Aiello: And rightfully so, he has been around the business a long time.
'Fell on Black Days' – Soundgarden plays Johnny Sinclair walks to the ring and then opens the curtains. Anthony Grunge emerges and starts to walk down to the ring. The fans go to touch him but Grunge just ignores them. Grunge spits some gum into the crowd and then enters the ring.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…weighing in at 210 pounds….ANNNTHHOOONNYYY GRRUNNGGEEEEE!
Carter: Grunge looking to make a splash in his return.
Bennett: There will be no limits from the jump in this Anything Goes Match.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first…. Weighing in at 258 pounds… NEEEOOOO JAMES CARRNNNNERRRRR!
"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.
Bennett: This is the kind of guy that can make it to the bigtime in the EWC. You can tell he is meant to do something special just by looking at him. He looks his Jesus.
Carter: Well that’s your opinion. But many hold the opinion of Neo James Carner as a formidable opponent.
Aiello: And rightfully so, he has been around the business a long time.
'Fell on Black Days' – Soundgarden plays Johnny Sinclair walks to the ring and then opens the curtains. Anthony Grunge emerges and starts to walk down to the ring. The fans go to touch him but Grunge just ignores them. Grunge spits some gum into the crowd and then enters the ring.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…weighing in at 210 pounds….ANNNTHHOOONNYYY GRRUNNGGEEEEE!
Carter: Grunge looking to make a splash in his return.
Bennett: Well he has already disappointed me going all “Mr. Respectable Type.” So I expect him to be disappointing in his return,
DING DING DING!!!
Neo James Carner and Grunge quickly step up to one another, inaudibly trash talking one another. NJC goes for a right but it is ducked under by Grunge. As Grunge comes up from behind he grabs the head of NCJ and takes him down with a Neckbreaker. He quickly grabs the head of the stunned NJC, drags him to his feet and whips him into the corner. Grunge charges until he is a few steps away and leaps, attempting the Stinger Splash, but NJC moves out of the way at the last second. Grunge bounces off the corner from the impact of the collision NJC swings his right arm under Grunge’ s right arm, setting up for the Half Nelson slam, with which he takes Grunge down hard to the mat. NJC goes for the cover. The ref counts…
One
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.kickout by Grunge.
Both men get to their feet at the same time. They go to lock up but, Grunge slides under, he turns, but NJC turned quicker and drives his knee into the gut of Grunge. He wraps his arms around the waist of Grunge, lifts, the beginning of attempt a Tilt-A-Whirl Sidewalk Slam, but as he flips Grunge, Grunge is able flip out and land on his feet a few steps behind NJC. Grunge bounces off the ropes, leaps, as NJC turns right into a High Knee. Grunge quickly grabs NJC, drags him a few feet and leans him up on the middle rope. Grunge jets towards the far end ropes, bounces off, as he gets a few feet away from the ropes he leaps, grabs the ropes, and connects with the 619. Grunge quickly heads in the ring and goes for the cover…the ref counts…
One
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Tw…kickout by NJC.
Grunge gets up quickly and goes to grab NJC, but NJC catches him offguard with a roll-up pin attempt, but Grunge manages to roll right out of it. Grunge charges, going for a Clothesline, but NJC counters with an Arm Wrench, Hook Kick combo, knocking Grunge to the mat. After waiting for Grunge to start to get to his knees, heads towards the ropes, jumps on, then off, and drills Grunge with a Springboard European Uppercut. Instead of going for the pin, NJC goes to the ropes, and slides under. He heads over and forcibly grabs a chair from the guy with the ring bell. As he is heading back to the ring, he is looking down at the chair, and fails to realize Grunge is heading his direction, as NJC gets to the apron and looks up, his face is greeted by a baseball slide courtesy of Grunge. Grunges rolls out of the ring. Grunge grabs the head of NJC and lifts him to bash his head against the apron a few times. Grunge grabs NJC and attempts to whip him into the barricade but NJC reverses it and sends Grunge hard into a barricade. NJC charges and drives a knee into the face of Grunge. He stomps on him a few time. The grabs the chair. He drives the chair into the ribs of Grunge three times before he turns and throws it in the ring. NJC grabs Grunge, jerks him to his feet, and whips Grunge headfirst into the ringpost. Grunge drops, NJC grabs Grunge by the hair and pushes him into the ring, then rolls in after him.
Aiello: Grunge seems to be in dire straits here.
One
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.kickout by Grunge.
Both men get to their feet at the same time. They go to lock up but, Grunge slides under, he turns, but NJC turned quicker and drives his knee into the gut of Grunge. He wraps his arms around the waist of Grunge, lifts, the beginning of attempt a Tilt-A-Whirl Sidewalk Slam, but as he flips Grunge, Grunge is able flip out and land on his feet a few steps behind NJC. Grunge bounces off the ropes, leaps, as NJC turns right into a High Knee. Grunge quickly grabs NJC, drags him a few feet and leans him up on the middle rope. Grunge jets towards the far end ropes, bounces off, as he gets a few feet away from the ropes he leaps, grabs the ropes, and connects with the 619. Grunge quickly heads in the ring and goes for the cover…the ref counts…
One
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Tw…kickout by NJC.
Grunge gets up quickly and goes to grab NJC, but NJC catches him offguard with a roll-up pin attempt, but Grunge manages to roll right out of it. Grunge charges, going for a Clothesline, but NJC counters with an Arm Wrench, Hook Kick combo, knocking Grunge to the mat. After waiting for Grunge to start to get to his knees, heads towards the ropes, jumps on, then off, and drills Grunge with a Springboard European Uppercut. Instead of going for the pin, NJC goes to the ropes, and slides under. He heads over and forcibly grabs a chair from the guy with the ring bell. As he is heading back to the ring, he is looking down at the chair, and fails to realize Grunge is heading his direction, as NJC gets to the apron and looks up, his face is greeted by a baseball slide courtesy of Grunge. Grunges rolls out of the ring. Grunge grabs the head of NJC and lifts him to bash his head against the apron a few times. Grunge grabs NJC and attempts to whip him into the barricade but NJC reverses it and sends Grunge hard into a barricade. NJC charges and drives a knee into the face of Grunge. He stomps on him a few time. The grabs the chair. He drives the chair into the ribs of Grunge three times before he turns and throws it in the ring. NJC grabs Grunge, jerks him to his feet, and whips Grunge headfirst into the ringpost. Grunge drops, NJC grabs Grunge by the hair and pushes him into the ring, then rolls in after him.
Aiello: Grunge seems to be in dire straits here.
Bennett: He just strait can’t hang. I can see the rust falling over.
Carter: Then we must be watching different matches, because Grunge has thus far given a performance as good, or better than before. He’s too determined to let it end this early
NJC reaches down to grab the head of Grunge but is met with a forearm, then another as Grunge gets to a knee. Grunge lefts and rights before delivering a hard kick to the gut of NJC. Grunge picks up NJC, runs towards the corner, and drives NJC’s delivers the devastating Snake Eyes. NJC drops to the mat. Grunge grabs NJC and props him up in the corner. Grunge heads halfway across the opposite side of the ring, he charges, he leaps, and connects with a Bronco Buster on the corner, instead of Carner, who rolled outside the ring at the last second. Carner slides back into the ring. He grabs the back of Grunge’s head, pulls him up, hooks the arms, and connects with a Lifting Double Arm DDT. Carner goes for the pin…the ref counts
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One
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Tw…kickout by Grunge
Carner grabs Grunge and sets him up on his shoulders, he attempts a Spinning Rack Bomb, but as he goes to twist Grunge around, Grunge has the wherewithal to grab the head of Carner and use his momentum to drive Carner down with Tornado DDT. Grunge goes for a quick cover…the ref counts…
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Two
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Grunge wastes no time, he gets up, grabs NJC and in seemingly one single motion whips him into the ropes. Carner bounces off the ropes, Grunge grabs NJC and drives him down with a Spinebuster. Grunge reaches down, but NJC catches him with a rollup.
One
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Two…kickout by Grunge.
Aiello: Carner with the quick almost had him, but Grunge won’t be beaten that easily.
NJC gets up frustrated then proceeds to stomp on the downed Grunge repeatedly. Before stepping away and taunting the crowd. He turns his attention back to Grunge. NJC heads over and grabs and drags Grunge up by his right arm, he pulls Grunge into his body, simultaneously hooking he leg, then sending Grunge hard to the mat with a Snap T-Bone Suplex. NJC looks over and sees the chair from earlier a few steps away.
NJC comes at Grunge with the chair, but Grunge lunges forward and grabs the chair, his momentum sending both men to the ground. Grunge drives a knee into the gut of NJC, and pulls the chair away and hops to his feet. Grunge cocks the chair back, but he pauses for a split second. This gives NJC a chance to take Grunge down with a LegSweep. NJC looks over and sees the chair, he takes the few steps needed to pick it up. He turns back to a charging Grunge, he throws the chair to Grunge, causing Grunge to instinctively stop his momentum and catch the chair. NJC charges and connects with Neo Classical Sympho-Knee, with the added force of driving the chair into the face Grunge, NJC goes for the cover on the now busted open Grunge…the ref counts…
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THREE!
Jessica Stroup: And here is your winner…NEO JAMES CAARRRRNNEEERRRRR
Aiello: Neo James Carner continues to impress. Another hard fought victory this week.
Carter: He may play dirty. But I have to admit he is a good player.
Carter: Then we must be watching different matches, because Grunge has thus far given a performance as good, or better than before. He’s too determined to let it end this early
NJC reaches down to grab the head of Grunge but is met with a forearm, then another as Grunge gets to a knee. Grunge lefts and rights before delivering a hard kick to the gut of NJC. Grunge picks up NJC, runs towards the corner, and drives NJC’s delivers the devastating Snake Eyes. NJC drops to the mat. Grunge grabs NJC and props him up in the corner. Grunge heads halfway across the opposite side of the ring, he charges, he leaps, and connects with a Bronco Buster on the corner, instead of Carner, who rolled outside the ring at the last second. Carner slides back into the ring. He grabs the back of Grunge’s head, pulls him up, hooks the arms, and connects with a Lifting Double Arm DDT. Carner goes for the pin…the ref counts
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Tw…kickout by Grunge
Carner grabs Grunge and sets him up on his shoulders, he attempts a Spinning Rack Bomb, but as he goes to twist Grunge around, Grunge has the wherewithal to grab the head of Carner and use his momentum to drive Carner down with Tornado DDT. Grunge goes for a quick cover…the ref counts…
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Two
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.kickout by Carner.
Grunge wastes no time, he gets up, grabs NJC and in seemingly one single motion whips him into the ropes. Carner bounces off the ropes, Grunge grabs NJC and drives him down with a Spinebuster. Grunge reaches down, but NJC catches him with a rollup.
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Two…kickout by Grunge.
Aiello: Carner with the quick almost had him, but Grunge won’t be beaten that easily.
NJC gets up frustrated then proceeds to stomp on the downed Grunge repeatedly. Before stepping away and taunting the crowd. He turns his attention back to Grunge. NJC heads over and grabs and drags Grunge up by his right arm, he pulls Grunge into his body, simultaneously hooking he leg, then sending Grunge hard to the mat with a Snap T-Bone Suplex. NJC looks over and sees the chair from earlier a few steps away.
NJC comes at Grunge with the chair, but Grunge lunges forward and grabs the chair, his momentum sending both men to the ground. Grunge drives a knee into the gut of NJC, and pulls the chair away and hops to his feet. Grunge cocks the chair back, but he pauses for a split second. This gives NJC a chance to take Grunge down with a LegSweep. NJC looks over and sees the chair, he takes the few steps needed to pick it up. He turns back to a charging Grunge, he throws the chair to Grunge, causing Grunge to instinctively stop his momentum and catch the chair. NJC charges and connects with Neo Classical Sympho-Knee, with the added force of driving the chair into the face Grunge, NJC goes for the cover on the now busted open Grunge…the ref counts…
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THREE!
DING DING DING!!!
Jessica Stroup: And here is your winner…NEO JAMES CAARRRRNNEEERRRRR
Aiello: Neo James Carner continues to impress. Another hard fought victory this week.
Carter: He may play dirty. But I have to admit he is a good player.
Bennett: Great lame analogy Max. Those are my favorite type of competitors. They don’t care what all these unworthy, such as yourself, think about the tactics they use to win.
Aiello: I have a feeling this next match is going to be just as intense as this was, when
Aiello: I have a feeling this next match is going to be just as intense as this was, when
Neo James Carner has just walked backstage after his tough match with Anthony Grunge. Out of nowhere, Carner is dropped by a Big Boot to the back of the head. Carner stumbles forward then turns around, disoriented after already enduring a grueling match against Anthony Grunge, to see Nostalgia with a glazed look in his eye and a maniacal smile on his face, holding a Kendo Stick.
NJC: "Now listen to me! You're about to pass a threshold, a threshold I don't think you want to."
Nostalgia kicks at the face of Carner a few times before proceeding to light the Kendo Stick ablaze.
Nostalgia- “You done fucked up Neo. I ain’t the one.”
NJC: "I can see you're a blind fool!"
Nostalgia cocks back and goes to drive the flaming Kendo Stick directly into the forehead of Carner who manages to dodge, not once, but three times. Neo throws a thumb to Nostalgia's eye causing him to drop the flaming kendo stick. Neo throws a knee into Nostalgia's gut then tries to Irish whip Nostalgia into a nearby wall, but the attempt is reversed sending Neo crashing into the wall head first! Busting Carner open. Nostalgia grabs Carner by the hair and grips it tight.
Carner’s adrenaline sets in and he manages to drive a stiff elbow into Nostalgia’s gut causing him to double over. Then Neo drives a forearm strike to Nostalgia’s face in a sequence of three. Neo goes for a hard right hand but Nostalgia blocks it, then connects with a straight Headbutt to Neos's bloody face.
NJC:"You son of a bitch!"
Nostalgia grabs Carner and throws him into the nearby wall yet again . Carner drops to the concrete on one knee. Nostalgia sees a portable metal box, he gives a maniacal laugh as he opens the lid and begins to take the contents out. Procuring a mic connected to a cord. After a couple swings of the cord he throws a microphone at the head of Carner which bounces off his cranium with a thud. Nostalgia walks over, raises his right foot, and drives down on the already busted forehead of Carner. He drags Carner over to the portable metal container, lifts him up, and puts him inside then slams the lid shut. He laughs maniacally again as he gets behind and begins pushing it towards the entrance. Every few feet he goes a little faster, until he is in a full sprint as he bursts through the curtain and onto the ramp. He swerves to the left and charges to the edge, and releases his grip. He laughs maniacally again as the metallic sound storage container flies off the edge and lands onto the hard concrete. Nostalgia turns and heads backstage still laughing as EMTs rush to check on Neo James Carner.
Aiello: Holy shit, what just happened?
Bennett: Neo just got manhandled that's what happened.
SINGLES MATCH
REBEL RHODES
VS EMMA LOUISE
VS EMMA LOUISE
#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME....
#...DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOVE... A BAD NAME!
#FUCK YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
#...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.
Jessica 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'?!!!"
Jessica 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.
Jessica Stroup: And her opponent from Los Santos, weighing in at—
Bennett: I love this part.
Jessica Stroup: Several pounds of girly goodness—
Bennett: …Nice…
Jessica Stroup: EMMA LOUISE!!!
"Neo Geo' plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.
DING! DING! DING!!!
Aiello: This is a match of—
Bennett: LETS GET IT ON!!!
Aiello: Um…
Carter: Thanks Judge Mills Lane.
Aiello: This isn’t Celebrity Death match.
Bennett: 90’s reference!
Rebel stands mid ring shaking her hand ever so slightly eyeing Emma who gives her a sly smile. The two quickly tie up in the middle of the ring, jocking for position as they each struggle for the upperhand. Emma leans forward but Rebel uses her momentum against her and rolls backwards and performs a monkey flip as Emma flips over the top and into the corner back first! She falls landing on her head, landing in a heap Rebel wastes no time and immediately starts raining down punches on the prone Emma, she quickly rolls out of the ring trying to get space from Rebel, before she even has a chance to react Rebel comes flying over the top rope and crashes down on the unsuspecting Emma Louise! The crowd at ringside loses their minds as they hop to their feet!
“REBEL RHODES!!!”
“REBEL RHODES!!!”
“REBEL RHODES!!!”
“REBEL RHODES!!!”
“REBEL RHODES!!!”
She slaps hands with a few fans as she picks up the stunned Emma, but she spends a few too many moments with the fans and Emma gets her wits about her and sends a couple elbow strikes into the mid section of Rebel. Doubled over Emma runs her shoulder first at the waist into the guard rail as it smashes into the lowerback of Rebel. Emma steps back giving Emma some space, as she holds her back, but only for a moment as Emma runs and comes flying at her with a flying cross body block! Rebel tries to catch her but the momentum takes them both over the top of the guard rail and into the fans!!!
Carter: That’s why fans pay so much for those front row seats. You never know what can happen at an EWC event… I would bet my entire weeks paycheck, that none of those fans thought Emma Louise and Rebel Rhodes would be in their laps tonight.
Bennett: Some people get to have all the fun.
As the two women roll off the laps of the fans as they stand to their feet, security holds the fans back. The crowd is absolutely losing their minds, as the two women get to their feet they exchange blows back and forth as the ref shouts at them to get back in the ring.
Aiello: You know… The ref did start his count some time back… But he also stopped his count some time back.
Bennett: I imagine the crowd reaction let him know they would probably riot if he counted out these two ladies.
The ref heads outside, trying to regain control of the match. He shouts at them to get the match back in the ring, but they appear to ignore him. Rebel gets control and slams Emma down on the edge of the guard rail. She hops it, raising her hands to the ref as if to signal she did nothing wrong, and she slides back in the ring. The ref checks Emma to see if she is okay, as Rebel yells at the ref from inside the ring to count her out. The ref argues back that he has to check and see if she can continue. Rebel rolls her eyes and leans back into the turnbuckle clapping her hands in a mocking way “commending” the ref for doing his job so well. As the ref gets Emma back to her feet, she suddenly plants a kiss on his lips stunning the ref as he takes a few steps back. Emma hops the guard rail and slides back in the ring, but is immediately caught by Rebel who puts the boots to her. The ref immediately backs her up and orders Rebel to allow her to her feet. Rhodes immediately cries foul and screams at the ref for favoritism because Emma planted one on her. The ref is having none of it though and threatens to disqualify her if she doesn’t back up! Rebel rolls her eyes and raises her hands backing up, as she shakes her head in frustration.
Aiello: I have to side with Rebel on this one, the ref has got to let them fight.
Carter: Yeeeaaahhhh…. I could agree that Emma has gained somewhat of an unfair advantage.
The ref holds Rebel back until Emma is all the way to her feet, and catching her breath in the turnbuckle. He asks her if she is okay to continue, she nods and he moves out of the way, but Rebel had her eye on him the whole time and the second he moves out of the way she NAILS Emma in the turnbuckle with a clothsline as she falls to the mat. Rebel starts to stomp on Emma but the ref steps in between them and tells her to back off… Rebel has had enough though and pushes past him stomping her once more. The ref again stops her and warns her that he WILL disqualify her! Rebel is furious as she backs up into the opposite corner.
Bennett: What is the deal??? Does this ref think he’s gonna get laid tonight if he protects Emma??? Cuz… I can guarantee… That’s not gonna happen.
As Emma is back on her feet, the ref STILL holds Rebel back! You can hear an audible “WHAT THE FUCK???” From Rebel as the ref “kindly” tells her that he still needs to check on Emma. The crowd has definitely had enough as the ref has earned himself a loud round of boos fallowed up by the appropriate chant…
“BULL SHIT!!!”
“BULL SHIT!!!”
“BULL SHIT!!!”
“BULL SHIT!!!”
“BULL SHIT!!!”
The ref continues to argue with Rebel as Emma comes up and bumps the ref out of the way and nails Rebel with a DDT out of the distraction. Emma pops back up after the move and the ref is immediately at her side, but Emma holds her hand up and keeps the ref back…
Carter: It would appear that Emma has gotten the time out she wanted from the ref and is now ready to resume play…
Bennett: Are we sure an NFL ref didn’t wonder in here by mistake?
Emma picks up Rebel and hits a Snap suplex fallowed up as she rolls over top and mounts her and begins raining down punches on Rhodes. Rhodes tries to cover up, her forearms absorbing most of the blows as Emma gets up to her feet, she gets an uncharacteristic round of boos from the crowd… presumably from her use of the referee. Rhodes slowly makes it back to her feet, and with her back turned to Emma, she gets nailed with a running bulldog! She hooks the leg!
ONE!
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TWO!
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TH— KICKOUT!
Aiello: Whoa that was a FAST count!
Bennett: No shit!
Rebel makes the kickout and immediately screams at the ref about the fast count, which leaves the window open for Emma to nail her with a couple forearm clubs to the back of the head. Rebel manages to get to her feet, but in one fluid motion Emma picks Rebel off the mat and lands a sitdown powerbomb holding on for the pin!
ONE!
KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: Rhodes isn’t playing around even more not even gonna wait for the fast count.
Carter: She managed to get her shoulder up right away but she is holding the back of her head, how much of this can she overcome?
The two get to their feet but as soon as Rebel is on both her feet she gets nailed with a spin kick to the head! She hits the ground but manages to pop right back up, turning around the gets slapped right in the face by Emma, catching her completely off guard. She stumbles back into the turnbuckle at a daze and Emma comes at her at the last moment with a diving spear but Rebel leap frogs it! Emma goes head first into the turnbuckle! The ref predictably tries to break things up but before he can get to the corner Rebel grabs Emma around the waist and performs a masterful German Suplex! She holds on for the pin!
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!
Aiello: For the love of God…
Bennett: That has to be the slowest fucking count I have ever seen.
Rebel Immediately loses her cool and gets right in the ref’s face about the slow count! Screaming that it should have been three! The ref argues that the cadence of his count has been the same the whole match and flashes his referee logo at Rebel shouting that he can disqualify her at any time! As the two argue Emma has made it back to her feet, sprinting at Rebel looking to clothsline her over the top rope and to the floor, but as if she could sense it coming Rhodes ducks and pulls down the top rope and Emma clothsline’s the Ref outside to the floor!!! Emma can’t believe what she has done! But the crowd roars it’s approval!
Aiello: Ohhhh he’s out cold…. Emma is going to regret that.
Bennett: There goes her meal ticket.
Emma turns around and Rebel looks for “SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!” But Emma has it scouted and she shoves Rebel off. Just as she turns around she is met with a kick to the gut as Emma looks to end it with her finisher “THE GIRL CRUSH!” But as she is setting it up, Emma twists and turns squirming out of it and turns it into SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!!! The crowd erupts as she drops Emma!!! She hooks the leg for the pin!
Aiello: There’s no ref!!!
Rebel waves to the back from her pinning position, desperately begging for a new ref! With Emma out cold a new ref comes running down the ramp way sliding into the ring! The crowd counts along!
“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!”
DING! DING! DING!!!
Aiello: I have seen her perform that move 100 differt ways… and no one gets up from that.
Carter: Emma thought that getting the ref to fall in love with her, was the best ace in the hole… but when it came down to it, nothing can take a shot to the heart!
Bennett: I see what you did there… Nicely done.
Carter: Well thank you.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner…. REBEL RHODES!!!
Rebel has her hand raised high as the winner, as the original ref comes to and gets in the ring arguing with the new ref. All the while Emma is still out cold in the middle of the ring as a satisfied Rhodes rolls out of the ring smiling.
The camera comes up and we see Ace Heart standing by, EWC microphone at the ready, patient smile plaster on his otherwise expressionless face that instantly lights up the moment he realises he's live.
Ace Heart: Welcome! I'm joined here backstage by none other than the sole survivor of the Night of Champions pre-show's elimination tag main event, the Roughhousing Rogue, the pirate Captain... Morgan Darkwater!
Morgan sidesteps into view with a warm smile of his own, eyes gleaming in the stage lighting, hands at his hips as he nods at Ace.
Morgan Darkwater: Thank ye kindly, Mr Heart... tis great t' be here.
Ace: Captain Darkwater --
Darkwater: Morgan, please.
Ace: Morgan -- before we go into the focus of this interview, I have to ask the question that's on many fans' minds: you came to the aid of Thomas Uriel Bates, along with Rebel Rhodes who's up next, to fend of an irate Lady Enchantra and her monstrous ManThing. Last we saw of Bates, he was being tended to by EMTs and on his way to hospital. Do you have any sort of update for those that may be concerned?
The Captain's lips tighten as his jaw sets, and he takes a second to compose himself before responding.
Darkwater: Aye, Mr Heart, that I do. Th' EWC fans may rest assured that th' medical staff managed t' aid Bates t' th' best o' their abilities, though th' injuries sustained t' his hand were quite severe. Now, I be no doctor, but I believe th' diagnosis was he'd broken several metacarpal bones an' sustained serious damage t' his trapezium - whate'er th' hell that be. Ne'erth'less, the big man is quite well, an' already up an' around, though the quacks - I mean, doctors - have advised him not t' wrestle for sev'ral months at least. So ye'll be seein' him around, sure 'nough... jus' don't 'spect him to be exactin' any retribution on ManThing any time soon.
Ace: I see... well, reassuring words to an extent, I guess. I'm sure we'll be getting a personal interview with Thomas Uriel Bates soon enough. But on to you, Captain... you've been on something of a powerful roll since you debuted almost a month ago, winning your first singles match, then going on to be the last-man-standing for Team Brawl at the last pay-per-view pre-show, and finally battling the talented and formidable Neo James Carner to a double-countout just last week. You've proven yourself to be a skilled and versatile fighter in your own right, constantly rising above the doubters and the odds, whilst maintaining a level of respect, courtesy and honour some would say is sorely lacking in today's wrestling world.
The Captain listens to the man recount his past achievements and mannerisms with a charming, restrained stoicism - he's obviously flattered by the praise and acknowledgement, but he's not letting it go to his head.
Darkwater: Well, thank ye kindly, Mr Heart. Tis good t' feel appreciated fer all ye efforts from time t' time - it's true I go out there an' I give it me best each an' e'ery day, an' I try my damnedest t' rise above th' vitriol an' smack-talk that's plauguin' this o'erwise glorious industry... but it ain't easy, ye know? Sometimes th' passion an' fever o'ertakes ye an' ye jus' can't help but let ye frustrations an' true feelings fly... but I like t' think what sets me apart is that I strive t' maintain a respectful and chivalrous demeanour above all else, despite the accusations, insults an' mockery that be thrown my way. It's hard... it's hard.
Ace: Speaking of mockery, it may have not have come to your attention yet, but your opponent for tonight - AJ Johnson - recently went appeared on a panel, where he had some heated words towards Rebel Rhodes and yourself, followed by his promo in much a similar fashion. Your thoughts?
Morgan peers at him intensely, the slightly smaller reporter shrinking back under the gaze before the Captain speaks up again.
Darkwater: Aye, I've heard what he had t' say... firstly, Miss Rhodes can look after an' speak fer herself, an' already has. She does not need me fightin' 'er battles on 'er behalf, so we'll move right on t' the parts of Johnson's rantings that focused on yours truly. Th' man has a stick so far up his arse I be surprised he's not coughin' up leaves.
This elicits a low, rumbling round of laughter and chants of "AJ SUCKS" from the live audience Morgan can apparently hear all the way from the interview-area, the grizzled man pausing and smiling, nodding softly with a soft chuckle.
Darkwater: I try an' be respectful, Mr Heart, I really do. I try an' try, but there's only so much tripe one man can swallow 'fore he's had enough. Did me crew an' I watch a fine selection o' Mr Johnson's movies t' laugh at his expense? Aye, but I'd be lyin' if I didn't admit I also found me'self enjoyin' a fair few o' them fer what they were, respectin' th' man's talents t' a certain extent - that promo o' mine were mostly in good jest, but ye jus' couldn't let it go, could ye Johnson?
His eyes narrow and he forcefully takes the microphone from Ace, who's seasoned enough to know not to resist.
Darkwater: Ye couldn't take a lil laugh at ye own expense, could ye lad? Couldn't take a lead outta ol' Captain Morgan's book, an' not let crap stick to ye so badly... ye think I let folks like ye an' yer scornful views o' me life an' profession bring me down, that yer views define me? Ye think yer the first man t' take a crack at me bein' a pirate in modern society, that yer words are th' most vicious I e'er heard? Lad, ye ain't even in th' top ten list o' spiteful critics o' mine... an' I don't even let them get t' me, so why should ye be any different? Ye allude t' me bein' , o' bein' not all there, livin' th' dream o' e'ery ten year-old boy?
He fixes the camera with a wide, triumphant grin, eyes twinkling with roguish charm.
Darkwater: Well, ye be right on that last part, at least - I be livin' th' dream all right! I retired from th' Royal Navy t' fund me own endeavours an' live th' life I wanted, an' I been sailin' on th' Winds of Fortune e'er since! A life o' adventure, high-risk an' great reward... what more could an honest man ask fer? So whilst ye think ye insulted me real good, Johnson, all ye really did was make th' first honest acknowledgement o' anyone here since I signed wit' EWC, so thanks fer that lad.
He takes a deep breath, all fun and charm instantly falling from his face as he stares long and hard at the camera once again.
Darkwater: But if ye think I were the weak link in our team at Night o' Champions, Johnson, ye may want t' reconsider which o' us is 'not quite right in the head', as ye would put it, an' check th' footage again... I fought me way through t' th' bitter end o' that match, lad, an' I beat all odds t' win that match fer th' glory o' Brawl whilst ye flustered an' flounced about backstage, blamin' e'eryone fer ye elimination but ye'self... ye think me a joke, boy? Tonight, in that very ring out there, ye get to find out jus' how serious I be. Jus' do us all a favour, Johnson: when ye get yer ass beat - again - at least have th' decency t' accept ye were bested wit' dignity. Or be that too much t' ask...?
With those closing words, he hands the microphone back to Ace, nods once in farewell, and leaves.
SINGLES MATCH
MORGAN DARKWATER
VS AJ JOHNSON
VS AJ JOHNSON
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM THE VIRGIN ISLANDS....
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.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FOOT-FIVE AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE POUNDS.... THE CAPTAIN OF THE WINDS OF FORTUNE, MMMMMOOOORRRRGGGGGAAAAAAANNNNN DARKWWWWWAAAAAATTTTTEEEEERRR!!!
Bennett: You know, I'm amazed at how some people that you'd think would never get over in a million years in this business wind up just capturin' the fans by the short and curlies. He's only been here a short while, but Morgan Darkwater is a merchandiser's wet dream and he's putting those asses in the seats.
Carter: It's weird hearing you give praise to a man with a gimmick.
Bennett: Sometimes you gotta' respect a sumbitch who goes really far on that tree limb, knowing full well that there's a wood chipper waiting to eat their ass below 'em and they just go for it lock, stock, and barrel. Doesn't mean ya' like 'em and I'll keep making my Jack Sparrow jokes all damn day long about him.
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT......
As the lights go out in the Arena, 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.
AJ Johnson: "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.
Jessica Stroup: *staring at him like he's just pissed in her cornflakes* Yeah, what he said.
Jessica then flips AJ Johnson off and exits the ring. AJ just turns and waves her off with a mocking laugh.
Bennett: AHHAHAHAHAHAHA... I love this kid.
Carter: I personally think he's a talented, but obnoxious prick.
Aiello: Say what you will about his personality, AJ Johnson has only suffered one official loss on record.
Bennett: I don't know why he counts that elimination at the Night of Champions Pre-Show a defeat. Team Brawl won it, hands down.
Carter: It's the mentality. His remarks towards Melinda Rhodes were particularly offensive and I really enjoyed her comeback to it.
Bennett: Shit son, she cut him way down to size.
Aiello: Both men are circling in the ring, ready to get this show on the road!
The Referee enters the ring as AJ Johnson paces back and forth, almost studying his opponent who just stands there, fists clenched tight and ready for a brawl...
Morgan marches towards AJ and immediately AJ backs up and slips halfway through the ropes, forcing the referee to keep Darkwater back. He actually seems fearful as he slips back through the ropes, Darkwater shooting him a harsh, stern gaze. As Johnson comes back through, he holds his hand out and says to Darkwater, "I wasn't ready! Let's shake hands and have a good match."
Aiello: He can't be serious...
Carter: Count your fingers before you shake that hand Captain!
Bennett: Ya'll are just a buncha' pessimists. AJ's just wanting to be a good sportsman!
AJ pushes his hand forward with a little more emphasis, Morgan looking at him with a quirked brow, He then slowly shakes his head. AJ sighs, shakes his head, and then suddenly sends that hand up for a hard slap to Darkwater's face. The pirate hardly seems phased by it and instead looks back at AJ with a wiley grin on his bearded face. AJ, not sure what to do, goes for a gut kick, then hops into the nearby ropes for a springboard clothesline. The Captain steps forward and catches him, AJ shaking his head wildly as Morgan spins him onto his shoulder, turns, and powerslams him to the canvas!
Aiello: I don't think that's how AJ intended that to end.
Bennett: Well, if someone refused to shake my hand, I'd slap 'em too, but if that guy was as much bigger than me as Darkwater is bigger than AJ, maybe a kick to the groin would be my next attack and not that fancy ass springboarding crap.
The Captain goes for a quick pin and only gets a one and a half count. He then gathers AJ up and Irish whips him into the corner. He then rushes at AJ for a splash, but gets a boot in his face that halts him. AJ then pushes himself onto the top rope and hops off with a flying forearm that knocks Morgan off his feet. AJ lands with a tuck and roll and keeps in motion. As Morgan gets back to his feet, he's rocked right back down again with a dropkick to the chest. AJ rolls to his feet and runs to the far side ropes and rebounds just as Morgan gets up again. Going full speed, Johnson turns, twists and smacks the side of Morgan's head with the Pele kick, dropping the Pirate Captain to one knee!
Carter: AJ Johnson using his speed to it's absolute fullest has turned the tide quickly back in his favor. Captain Morgan now down to one knee and trying to shake the cobwebs from that devastating kick!
AJ then sets up, stomps his foot which prompts Morgan to look at him and just as he goes to stand up, AJ Johnson hops forward with a Superkick, but Morgan catches the foot and shakes his head with a dangerous glint in his eye....
Aiello: Nowhere to run!!!
Thinking fast, AJ Johnson tries for an Enziguri, reversal, but the Captain ducks the kick. AJ's foot connects with the canvas, only to shoot right up into Morgan's jaw in a surprise back kick that forces him to let go and snaps the big man's head back in a way that whipped his hair out of his face. Yet surprisingly, Darkwater remains standing. AJ rolls to his feet in time to find the Captain rushing at him and is immediately bowled over by a Clothesline from hell! Upon impact, Morgan gets to his feet while dusting his hands as if to say this lad be finished! He then falls upon him for a pinfall.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: Never discount the will to win that man has. Johnson sure as shit doesn't want to make this into the start of a losing streak tonight.
Morgan grabs AJ Johnson by the throat and hoists him up. Still dazed from that heavy strike, AJ shakes his head while shouting "NONONONONONONONONO!!!" at Morgan, who nods with a big grin and hefts him up while shouting back, "TIME FOR THE HANGMAN'S NOOSE!" Thinking fast, however, AJ turns it into a freestanding cross armbar, lifting his legs up to wrap around the arm while he grips the wrist. Morgan snarls in pain as he dips forward with the full weight of AJ Johnson threatening to pop his shoulder out of socket all while his elbow was being hyperextended.
Carter: Never seen AJ Johnson bust out a hanging Cross Armbar like that before!
Aiello: It's an instinctive counter to a Chokeslam, one of many, but most likely the first one to pop in his head.
Morgan clasps his hands together, fighting the damage as he stumbles into the ropes. The moment he makes contact, the referee tries to force AJ to relinquish the hold and it's only after a four count that he does. AJ Falls to the canvas and rolls away from Morgan, who grips his arm with a grimace of pain on his face.
Bennett: And Now Johnson's got a target.
And after that garget, AJ goes, rushing in with a hard dropkick to the arm that actually has Morgan cry out in pain and fall to one knee. From there, AJ proceeds to violently kick and stomp the arm, doing all he can to weaken one of the Captain's offensive weapons! He finishes the attack with a low orbit dropkick that sends Morgan clopping onto his back with a snarl.
Aiello: Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Johnson is relentlessly attacking Morgan's right arm!
Bennett: Against a guy like that, it's all you can do. Pick a body part and tear that son of a bitch apart.
While Morgan's down, AJ grabs that arm, gives it a bit of a twist, and then drops his knee right on the bicep! Morgan thrashes, yanking his arm free and rolling to his side, half sitting up and trying to wring the pain from his arm. AJ backs up and hits a running baseball slide, driving Morgan under the ropes and out of the ring to the floor!
Carter: AJ Johnson firmly in the driver's seat now.
AJ Johnson gets to his feet and yells to the crowd, "OOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEAAAAH BAYBAAAAY!!! I'M NOT LOSING TO SOME PIRATE BAY BITCH!!!" He then turns and runs for the ropes, leaping through them just as Morgan gets to his feet. It doesn't end quite the way he intends as Morgan catches him by the throat with his left hand, interrupting the suicide dive and in that same motion, brutally slams AJ to the floor. Morgan falls to one knee beside him, clutching at his pained right arm.
Aiello: And just like that, AJ Johnson just got shut down by Morgan Darkwater with a Chokeslam outta' nowhere!
Morgan gathers up Johnson and slings him back into the ring, sliding in behind him and making the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHHRR-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: Maybe another chokeslam could've sealed that deal.
Carter: Both of these men have fought hard in front of this sold out Portland crowd!
Morgan gathers Johnson up, pain shooting through his arm. Suddenly AJ shoves Morgan back and front flips with a surprise Pelee Kick, but the Captain manages to side step the attack. AJ gets up and is greeted with a hard boot to the gut. Morgan pulls him into a front facelock, then slings him into one shoulder while shifting him into a tombstone position. He crosses the legs and hops straight down, slamming AJ skull first to the canvas with...
Aiello: SKULL AND CRRRROSSBONES! IT'S OVER!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHHRRRREEEEE!!!
Jessica Stroup: HERE'S YOUR WINNER, MMMMMMMORGAN DDDDDAAAARRRRRKWWWWAAAAATTTTTEEEERRRR!!!
Aiello: AJ Johnson put up one hell of a fight and showcased why he was the premier talent of GWA, but this is not the GWA. This is EWC Monday Night Brawl, where the elite of wrestling come to prove themselves.
Carter: It looks like the Darkwater Train is practically unstoppable.
Bennett: Oh I have faith that somebody out there will stop this guy. Let's see how he does against Ashton Drake and I'm pretty sure that this Dread Pirate will be sent him cryin' to his mama.
Morgan stood strong, left arm raised in the air as his music played over the P/A. Clearly AJ Johnson had done serious damage in his attack on that arm, but the Captain stood tall despite the pain he felt right to his bones.
Aiello: We'll be back after a quick word from our sponsors.
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.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FOOT-FIVE AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE POUNDS.... THE CAPTAIN OF THE WINDS OF FORTUNE, MMMMMOOOORRRRGGGGGAAAAAAANNNNN DARKWWWWWAAAAAATTTTTEEEEERRR!!!
Bennett: You know, I'm amazed at how some people that you'd think would never get over in a million years in this business wind up just capturin' the fans by the short and curlies. He's only been here a short while, but Morgan Darkwater is a merchandiser's wet dream and he's putting those asses in the seats.
Carter: It's weird hearing you give praise to a man with a gimmick.
Bennett: Sometimes you gotta' respect a sumbitch who goes really far on that tree limb, knowing full well that there's a wood chipper waiting to eat their ass below 'em and they just go for it lock, stock, and barrel. Doesn't mean ya' like 'em and I'll keep making my Jack Sparrow jokes all damn day long about him.
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT......
As the lights go out in the Arena, 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.
AJ Johnson: "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.
Jessica Stroup: *staring at him like he's just pissed in her cornflakes* Yeah, what he said.
Jessica then flips AJ Johnson off and exits the ring. AJ just turns and waves her off with a mocking laugh.
Bennett: AHHAHAHAHAHAHA... I love this kid.
Carter: I personally think he's a talented, but obnoxious prick.
Aiello: Say what you will about his personality, AJ Johnson has only suffered one official loss on record.
Bennett: I don't know why he counts that elimination at the Night of Champions Pre-Show a defeat. Team Brawl won it, hands down.
Carter: It's the mentality. His remarks towards Melinda Rhodes were particularly offensive and I really enjoyed her comeback to it.
Bennett: Shit son, she cut him way down to size.
Aiello: Both men are circling in the ring, ready to get this show on the road!
The Referee enters the ring as AJ Johnson paces back and forth, almost studying his opponent who just stands there, fists clenched tight and ready for a brawl...
DING DING DING!!!
Morgan marches towards AJ and immediately AJ backs up and slips halfway through the ropes, forcing the referee to keep Darkwater back. He actually seems fearful as he slips back through the ropes, Darkwater shooting him a harsh, stern gaze. As Johnson comes back through, he holds his hand out and says to Darkwater, "I wasn't ready! Let's shake hands and have a good match."
Aiello: He can't be serious...
Carter: Count your fingers before you shake that hand Captain!
Bennett: Ya'll are just a buncha' pessimists. AJ's just wanting to be a good sportsman!
AJ pushes his hand forward with a little more emphasis, Morgan looking at him with a quirked brow, He then slowly shakes his head. AJ sighs, shakes his head, and then suddenly sends that hand up for a hard slap to Darkwater's face. The pirate hardly seems phased by it and instead looks back at AJ with a wiley grin on his bearded face. AJ, not sure what to do, goes for a gut kick, then hops into the nearby ropes for a springboard clothesline. The Captain steps forward and catches him, AJ shaking his head wildly as Morgan spins him onto his shoulder, turns, and powerslams him to the canvas!
Aiello: I don't think that's how AJ intended that to end.
Bennett: Well, if someone refused to shake my hand, I'd slap 'em too, but if that guy was as much bigger than me as Darkwater is bigger than AJ, maybe a kick to the groin would be my next attack and not that fancy ass springboarding crap.
The Captain goes for a quick pin and only gets a one and a half count. He then gathers AJ up and Irish whips him into the corner. He then rushes at AJ for a splash, but gets a boot in his face that halts him. AJ then pushes himself onto the top rope and hops off with a flying forearm that knocks Morgan off his feet. AJ lands with a tuck and roll and keeps in motion. As Morgan gets back to his feet, he's rocked right back down again with a dropkick to the chest. AJ rolls to his feet and runs to the far side ropes and rebounds just as Morgan gets up again. Going full speed, Johnson turns, twists and smacks the side of Morgan's head with the Pele kick, dropping the Pirate Captain to one knee!
Carter: AJ Johnson using his speed to it's absolute fullest has turned the tide quickly back in his favor. Captain Morgan now down to one knee and trying to shake the cobwebs from that devastating kick!
AJ then sets up, stomps his foot which prompts Morgan to look at him and just as he goes to stand up, AJ Johnson hops forward with a Superkick, but Morgan catches the foot and shakes his head with a dangerous glint in his eye....
Aiello: Nowhere to run!!!
Thinking fast, AJ Johnson tries for an Enziguri, reversal, but the Captain ducks the kick. AJ's foot connects with the canvas, only to shoot right up into Morgan's jaw in a surprise back kick that forces him to let go and snaps the big man's head back in a way that whipped his hair out of his face. Yet surprisingly, Darkwater remains standing. AJ rolls to his feet in time to find the Captain rushing at him and is immediately bowled over by a Clothesline from hell! Upon impact, Morgan gets to his feet while dusting his hands as if to say this lad be finished! He then falls upon him for a pinfall.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: Never discount the will to win that man has. Johnson sure as shit doesn't want to make this into the start of a losing streak tonight.
Morgan grabs AJ Johnson by the throat and hoists him up. Still dazed from that heavy strike, AJ shakes his head while shouting "NONONONONONONONONO!!!" at Morgan, who nods with a big grin and hefts him up while shouting back, "TIME FOR THE HANGMAN'S NOOSE!" Thinking fast, however, AJ turns it into a freestanding cross armbar, lifting his legs up to wrap around the arm while he grips the wrist. Morgan snarls in pain as he dips forward with the full weight of AJ Johnson threatening to pop his shoulder out of socket all while his elbow was being hyperextended.
Carter: Never seen AJ Johnson bust out a hanging Cross Armbar like that before!
Aiello: It's an instinctive counter to a Chokeslam, one of many, but most likely the first one to pop in his head.
Morgan clasps his hands together, fighting the damage as he stumbles into the ropes. The moment he makes contact, the referee tries to force AJ to relinquish the hold and it's only after a four count that he does. AJ Falls to the canvas and rolls away from Morgan, who grips his arm with a grimace of pain on his face.
Bennett: And Now Johnson's got a target.
And after that garget, AJ goes, rushing in with a hard dropkick to the arm that actually has Morgan cry out in pain and fall to one knee. From there, AJ proceeds to violently kick and stomp the arm, doing all he can to weaken one of the Captain's offensive weapons! He finishes the attack with a low orbit dropkick that sends Morgan clopping onto his back with a snarl.
Aiello: Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Johnson is relentlessly attacking Morgan's right arm!
Bennett: Against a guy like that, it's all you can do. Pick a body part and tear that son of a bitch apart.
While Morgan's down, AJ grabs that arm, gives it a bit of a twist, and then drops his knee right on the bicep! Morgan thrashes, yanking his arm free and rolling to his side, half sitting up and trying to wring the pain from his arm. AJ backs up and hits a running baseball slide, driving Morgan under the ropes and out of the ring to the floor!
Carter: AJ Johnson firmly in the driver's seat now.
AJ Johnson gets to his feet and yells to the crowd, "OOOOOOHHHHH YEEEEAAAAH BAYBAAAAY!!! I'M NOT LOSING TO SOME PIRATE BAY BITCH!!!" He then turns and runs for the ropes, leaping through them just as Morgan gets to his feet. It doesn't end quite the way he intends as Morgan catches him by the throat with his left hand, interrupting the suicide dive and in that same motion, brutally slams AJ to the floor. Morgan falls to one knee beside him, clutching at his pained right arm.
Aiello: And just like that, AJ Johnson just got shut down by Morgan Darkwater with a Chokeslam outta' nowhere!
Morgan gathers up Johnson and slings him back into the ring, sliding in behind him and making the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHHRR-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: Maybe another chokeslam could've sealed that deal.
Carter: Both of these men have fought hard in front of this sold out Portland crowd!
Morgan gathers Johnson up, pain shooting through his arm. Suddenly AJ shoves Morgan back and front flips with a surprise Pelee Kick, but the Captain manages to side step the attack. AJ gets up and is greeted with a hard boot to the gut. Morgan pulls him into a front facelock, then slings him into one shoulder while shifting him into a tombstone position. He crosses the legs and hops straight down, slamming AJ skull first to the canvas with...
Aiello: SKULL AND CRRRROSSBONES! IT'S OVER!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHHRRRREEEEE!!!
DING DING DING!!!
Jessica Stroup: HERE'S YOUR WINNER, MMMMMMMORGAN DDDDDAAAARRRRRKWWWWAAAAATTTTTEEEERRRR!!!
Aiello: AJ Johnson put up one hell of a fight and showcased why he was the premier talent of GWA, but this is not the GWA. This is EWC Monday Night Brawl, where the elite of wrestling come to prove themselves.
Carter: It looks like the Darkwater Train is practically unstoppable.
Bennett: Oh I have faith that somebody out there will stop this guy. Let's see how he does against Ashton Drake and I'm pretty sure that this Dread Pirate will be sent him cryin' to his mama.
Morgan stood strong, left arm raised in the air as his music played over the P/A. Clearly AJ Johnson had done serious damage in his attack on that arm, but the Captain stood tall despite the pain he felt right to his bones.
Aiello: We'll be back after a quick word from our sponsors.
As BRAWL comes back on air from the commercial breaks, the fans at home are treated to the crowd in attendance worked into a maddened frenzy of cheers.
VA-LOR-A!
VA-LOR-A!
VA-LOR-A!
Indeed, the EWC Television Champion is standing in the ring, and she’s clad in patriotic red, white, and blue mega-cute wrestling shorts, matching top, and USA themed boots - All of her attire in tune with the 9/11 memorial. Mick is decked out in an American themed track suit, with signature black beanie.
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, while we cut to commercials, Valora arrived on the scene and this place is wilding out because of it!
Carter: True. She isn’t scheduled to compete here tonight due to the injury made worse by Kestrel in last week’s epic Cage Match main event for the Television Title, however she is wearing ring attire, maybe something has changed with the schedule?
Bennett: I don’t know, Max. I was kind of excited to commentate a Brawl that didn’t involve her for once. She’s been blazing a trail since her debut in April, that’s almost six months of constant competition, I’m starting to think she isn’t human.
Valora quiets the fans with smiles and hand gestures, then motions to the theme of hers and Mick’s attire, and signals the crowd to give up the respect that truly matters on this night, which they do in earnest.
USA!
USA!
USA!
USA!
Valora: Damn right, USA! Never forget! I know I won’t! And thank you, Portland, for having me!
They cheer even louder, and she does a small circle with the mic held out to the fans, just so those at home can get a feel for the vibrancy in the Moda Center.
Valora: I’d like to apologize for not being booked tonight. Apparently I have reached the height of “price tag” or “an investment” as I’m told by the suits and ties in the front office. They have forbidden me to defend my title tonight due to my shoulder injury. They fear I might get put on the shelf for several months and thus ruin the TV title scene, or something along those lines.
The crowd boos and so does she.
Valora: But you know what? I say, nah ah. Screw them. I may not be able to defend my title tonight, but I’ll damn sure fight! I’m not one to take days off. That’s bum work, as Mick would call it. So I’m issuing an open challenge right here and now. Just a fight. Just a good ole fight. For the fans and for America. My shoulder is good to go. So come on, somebody! Let’s do this!
She gingerly rotates it to show it’s healed a little bit, but anyone with a lick of sense can tell it’s not healed to the level she’s trying to claim.
Aiello: She’s crazy!
Carter: She has more guts than brains. It’s like she’s addicted to wrestling and fighting.
Suddenly the intro of Black Diamond by Stratovarius fills the Moda Center, drowning out even the cheers of the crowd.
Carter: Oh no!
The music stops as the tron comes to life showing Hope Diamond. She is standing outside in the arena´s Free Parking area, a street light illuminating her very unpatriotic look of sneakers, jeans and a black t-shirt that says Make America Hope Again in thick white letters.
Hope: Hello there Miss One-armed Karate Cutie. I was just going to say a few words of my own to the asses in the seats when I heard you start your show and I went outside so that I don't puke on the ring stairs. I tell you what my one-winged birdie. Your challenge has just been accepted. After Night of Champions didn't go exactly as I wanted I was looking for some way to vent my frustrations anyway. And here you come. Haul your martial arts trained ass outside to get it kicked. No ring tonight, no rules. Just the two of us and our anger management. Come on cutie and bring some cameras. We all know you want me so bad.
The titantron fades to black after showing the grinning face of Hope Diamond for a few seconds longer.
Carter: Oh no!
Bennett: You said that already boy.
Carter: And I mean it.
Aiello: I have a feeling Valora can't back away from that fight even if she wanted to and I don't think she wants it. Not after she was decimated and humiliated by Hope at FSW 43, and on other occasions too.
The feed returns to the ring barely in time to catch Valora tossing the mic down and bailing out of it. The crowd erupts as she points to the tron and jaw jacks, letting them all know she’s bout to extract some revenge out of Hope’s narrow ass.
Carter: Please Val, no! Not after what she’s done to you!
Bennett: Where the hell is Victor? He needs to squash this shit before she gets creamed again.
Aiello: I’m being told by the production truck that we’re gonna follow this action until it’s conclusion. Wow! You just never know what’s going to happen on BRAWL!
The cameras follow the Karate Cutie as she and Mick blow through the backstage hallways. Referee Josh Daniels is enjoying a Dr. Pepper when she suddenly grabs him by the hand and jerks him with her…
Valora: We need you to referee. I want an official hand on ground when I beat this bitch’s ass!
He tries to protest but it’s of no use, so he’s dragged with her. A few seconds later they round a corner and the exit doors to the free parking area are just ahead. The feed, which has been on split screen mode the last few moments, shows Hope in a crouched position next to the door, ready to get the drop on the Karate Cutie.
However, Valora catches sight of this on a backstage monitor and pauses for a moment. A smile creeps over her face and she snaches the half empty Dr. Pepper can from Josh’s hand, then breaks out in a full blown sprint toward the door. Knowing Hope’s precise location outside the exit, she immediately gets the first blow in by firing the can at her face as soon as she kicks the door open.
Hope is taken completely by surprise and eats a face full of aluminum and carbonated sugar water. Without missing a beat, Valora plows into her at the waist, tackling her down and mounting her with fists aplenty dropping across Hope’s face and head.
Aiello: HERE! WE! GO!
Carter: Get her Val! Get her! Left, right, left, yeeeah!
Bennett: Hell I guess this is really happening?
All Hope can do is cover up with her forearms as Valora pillages her with the barrage. Valora changes tactics in an instant, ripping her from the ground by the hair like she’s a ragdoll and Irish Whipping her into the side of a nearby truck. Somehow the taller woman stays standing upon impact, but wobbly, and Valora comes charging in with a Superkick set with murderous intentions.
The FSW Vixen manages to dodge, and the TV Champion’s foot shatters the driver’s side window, where it gets trapped momentarily. And that’s all the time Hope needs. She quickly grabs Val’s free standing standing leg and forces her into the splits position in the air, then brings up her foot once, twice, three times into the Karate Cutie’s private area. Yes, it even hurts on women too. It’s not a guys only thing.
Aiello: I’m officially jealous of Hope’s foot, how sad is that? .
Carter: Hey, what? Nevermind.
Bennett: Damn Joe, tell us how you really feel.
Valora crumbles to a heap on the pavement but there’s no time for a reprieve. Hope yanks her up and drags her around to the front of the car.
Hope: Oh look, Val. This particular model does not have a hood ornament. Let’s see if we can change that.
Diamond loops her arm around Val’s head then powers her up and over, Suplexing her across the hood of the vehicle. The impact is highly audible and dents the metal that shelters the engine under it. Wasting no time, Hope scrambles onto the hood too, picks Val right back up, and then Fisherman Suplex’s her onto the roof of the automobile, netting her the same results.
Still not done, she joins Val on the roof, rips her up, then goes for another plex, but finally Valora comes alive and fights out of it desperately. She frees herself, punts Hope in the tummy, then forward somersaults over her, grabbing her on the way down and Sunset Flipping her straight into the bed of the truck. Val lets out a satisfied roar and climbs to the roof again and flies off, driving an elbow deep into Diamond’s chest. She then covers her.
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Nooo, Hope kicks out.
Val keeps pummeling Hope with her good elbow before jumping high into the air and landing with both knees on Hope's chest and raining more elbows down on her.
Hope is not totally out though, grabs Val's arms as it comes down again and twists it, wraps the other arm around her neck, places both feet on Val's chest and Monkey Flips her and herself off the truck. Both land on the concrete but Hope with her feet first and Val flat on her back with a sickening splat.
A furious, screaming Hope repeatedly kicks Thomas in the ribs and then yanks her up and… Facebreaker!
Cover attempt
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NO! Val throws up one shoulder and a solid fist right into Hope’s face. Diamond retaliates with a hard knee into Val's jaw.
Then she jumps up and runs away out of frame.
Aiello: Now what is that?
Carter: Diamond making her escape because she bit off more than she can chew?
Instead of following Hope the feed stays focused on Valora Thomas as she rolls back and forth on the concrete, the injured arm clutched tightly to her chest and her other hand holding the side of her face where Hope’s knee connected.
Agonizingly slow the Karate Cutie gets back up again.
The strange whirring noise from off screen makes the camera sweep around, catching the dumbfounded face of Josh Daniels who is staring at something from close-up before taking a further sweep to focus on that something.
Predictably it is Hope Diamond again but she has brought along one of the forklifts used to maneuver the EWC equipment in and out of the arena. With the forks about three feet above the ground Hope floors the pedals of the vehicle.
The target she makes a beeline for is Valora Thomas.
Aiello: Jesus H. Christ!
Bennett: Fast & Furious 9 – The Wrestling Connection.
Carter: Very funny! Those forks could kill someone.
Bennett: Maybe your father turns a corner next and intercepts her with his Porsche?
Outside in the parking lot the forklift still shoots towards Val with the forks at just the right height to impale her. The camera shifts back to Val, showing her not running away but running TOWARD the machine in an act of sheer courage or utter stupidity.
When she closes in with the machine, she dips low and bunches all the muscles in her legendary legs, then rockets up and through the air, sailing over the metal prongs and through the opening where a windshield would ordinarily be. The DROPKICK connects flush with Hope’s face, drawing blood from her nose almost instantly.
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Diamond loses control of the vehicle and it comes to a slow stop, Hope rolling out of it and collapsing onto all fours. Val doesn’t let up; emitting a warrior’s roar she jumps off the forklift and brings down a Flying Scissors Kick across her nemesis’s back, flattening her. HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Aiello: Valora has officially went beast mode!
Carter: I’ve never seen her more relentless. This is crazy!
Bennett: We didn’t need your pops to make a theatrical save this time, Carter. All it took was the female Jackie Chan there.
Thomas rolls her over and pins her.
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Nope. Hope bucks a defiant shoulder. Val is visibly frustrated over it and swiftly bends her over her knee in a humiliating scene from the opening moments of their first match at FSW #43. She winds the hand back and let’s it fly..
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
ANNNNNND *BIG WIND UP*
SMAAAAAACCCCK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
ANNNNNND *BIG WIND UP*
SMAAAAAACCCCK!
Hope wails from the spanking and crawls away rubbing her blistered buns. Valora stalks her like a Terminator and holds out her hand toward Mick, who steps into frame and fills it with Goldbond powder he normally uses on his feet. As soon as Hope trudges to a stand and turns around, Valora BITCH SLAPS her, leaving a huge white hand mark across her face.
The FSW vixen stumbles around and manages to lean against the door that leads into the building, so she yanks it open and dips inside with a quickness.
Valora is right after her. The Karate Cutie bursts through the door, slamming it against the inside wall to squash Hope like a bug in case she is hiding there to ambush her opponent. But Hope is elsewhere. The question is where.
Val looks around. The door has lead her into a storage area filled with massive crates and boxes, most of them reading either EWC or Monday Night Brawl. It is one of the area where the MNB road crew unloaded its tech equipment prior to the show and where they soon will pack up their toys again.
Slowly Valora rounds a pile of crates, carefully peering around the next corner, always ready for a sneak attack.
But disaster strikes from where she does not expect it - from above.
Mick is too late to scream a warning when Hope swings down from a concrete support beam and wraps her legs around Val´s neck. Hope takes the fall down to the floor, taking Val with her while completing the Curse of the Diamond. When both Val and Hope hit the ground the vise-like stranglehold around Val´s neck and throat is already complete but Hope is not satisfied. She leans back and pulls her legs in tight to turn the vise into a steel bear trap.
The video feed alternates back and forth between Hope's face that is a grimace of pure hatred with blazing eyes and bared teeth and Val's face that is grimace of pure agony with her mouth wide open gasping for air and her eyes also wide open ready to pop out of their sockets as the pressure on her neck increases with every second.
Val claws at Hope´s thighs, trying to pry a hand between them and her vulnerable larynx but the FSW vixen tightens her hold even further. An extreme close-up shows how Val's eyes roll inside. She passes out.
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2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7..
OH NO!!!!
It is Hope who let´s out the shout. She visibly loosens the the lethal hold she has on Val and the Karate Cutie gulps in the much needed air. But as soon as Val's eyes pop open again Hope crushes down on her windpipe and vertebrae with new vigor.
Aiello: I thought Hope wanted to kill Valora. But she wants to torture her.
Bennett: And she is quite good at it. Watch Val's face turn another shade of purple.
Carter: You enjoy this.
Bennett: Sure. That color suits Val. And there´s something about Hope choking people out…
Carter: Something sick, yes.
5…
6…
7…
8….
I SAID NO!!!
Once again Hope loosens the Curse of the Diamond, watching Val like a hawk when she will come back to her senses to choke her within an inch of her life once more. A concerned Mick tries to intervene, but referee Josh Daniels, who is already irked about being thrown into this impromptu “match”, intercedes and forces him out of view. Mick’s actions catch Hope’s attention though, and during the brief interlude she doesn’t see Valora slowly come to again, and when she finally does redirect her her attention it’s too late.
Using everything she has within herself, Valora presses her feet on a heavy crate nearby and forces both their bodies back. Hope’s shoulders contact the floor and Val keeps her legendary legs and feet planted against the crate, fully extended and trembling.
Carter: OH MY GOD! Val Countered!!!
Aiello: Into a pin!
One…
Two…
Thrrrnaw.
Hope releases the hold in time to pry her shoulders from the floor. Incensed, Diamond rears up to a stand and flattens Val with a stomp across the back and heads right for Mick -- it was his meddling that just cost her some playtime with her favorite bump machine toy. The old man has seen the same pissed off look in the eyes of his four ex-wives and realizes he better get the hell out of dodge, and he does….
He scurries down the hallway, pulling random objects down to provide obstacles for Hope, which she kicks away and navigates through, cursing and getting more pissed by the second. Seeing a door, he bolts for it and enters the room bearing the name “VICTOR PRICE” on the surface of the door. The scene switches inside the room, finding Victor not present and Mick frantically looking around.
He dips behind a three foot tall potted plant, but doesn’t think it’ll hide him enough so he lunges under the desk instead. Hope comes barreling in and makes a beeline for the desk, already knowing it’d be the go-to hidey hole for anyone.
*WHAM*
The door flies open yet again and it’s Valora. The entire Moda Center jumps for joy! Hope spins around in enough time to Back Body Drop the charging Karate Cutie onto the top of the desk, but what she doesn’t immediately know is that Val’s flexibility and balance allows her to adjust in the air and land in a knelt position versus flat on her back. As Hope twirls back to face her she’s greeted with a plummeting Pele Kick across the top of the dome.
Hope back pedals in a stupor and Valora ravages her with a Rapid fire combination of Karate Chops to the Neck, followed by a Spinning Backfist to the face, and ending with a Palm Strike on the nose.
Carter: Three Steps to Death! Val’s got her reeling! It’s almost over!
Bennett: That Daughter O’ Bitch better pull a horseshoe out of her ass if she wants to get back in this thing. Once Val gets on a roll it’s impossible to snuff the flame out.
Aiello: Uh oh, she’s lining her up! This is it!
Hope winds up against the wall on spaghetti legs, the wall being the only thing holding her up. Valora puts her thumbs together and does a “aiming” gesture, then yells out “FOR THE KIDS” and rushes at her, leaping through the air like a tornado with her Nat 20 finisher. Miss. Hope slumps and ducks at the eleventh hour.
Val kicks a hole in the wall for her effort and hobbles on one foot before swinging back around and trying to decapitate Hope with a Lariat, but the FSW Vixen ducks under and transitions behind Valora, grabbing her around the waist and letting out a scream as she manhandles the champion up and over with a Release German Suplex into the wall. With the plaster and materials already weakened, it gives way, leaving Valora in a heap buried half in-half out of the wall.
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
Hope stumbles about, needing the desk to aid her standing as she too recovers. A object on his desk catches her eyes, and she swipes it up. The camera manages to zoom in and catch the wording on the long can, which says, “SPRAY ON TAN”. She rips the lid off, shakes it up, and goes about pulling Valora out of the wreckage with her free hand.
When she does, she aims the nozzle directly at her eyes but Val comes to life kicking it away, then up-kicks her in the face. The two wind up on the floor, instantly elbow crawling toward the can. Both get to it at the same time and wrestle for it. The referee leans down in a bid to pull them apart and end the madness with the dangerous chemical spray but winds up getting an eye full of it instead.
Daniels screams and claws at his eyes.
Hope eye rakes her then pings her across the head with the now empty can, dazing the champion. Diamond powers to a stand, ripping Valora up with her by the hair. She switches grips, holding the dizzy hero by the front of her attire top. Repaying her from earlier, Hope BITCH SLAPS her, then backhand BITCH SLAPS her, then BITCH SLAPS her one more time. It’s followed up by a stiff Kneelift into the Karate Cutie’s diaphragm that instantly drops her to her knees.
As Valora sits there teetering back and forth in lala land, Hope backs up, gets a running start and annihilates her with an Enziguri speciality.
Aiello: Kanabo Kick! God, this has to be it!
Carter: OH NO! NOO!
Bennett: Oh yeah kid, it’s a wrap.
Valora drops like a sack of potatoes and Hope wastes no time covering her. There’s no arrogant pin this time; she hooks the leg tight, cradles the other one with her legs, and even bears her forearm across Val’s face to pin her head down too. No way she’s kicking out.
Annnnd no referee.
Carter: Josh Daniels doesn’t see it!
Aiello: Of course not, he got his eyes sprayed with Vic’s Spray on Tan stuff.
Bennett: 1….2….3…..4….5..
Carter: Count all you want, Bennett, but the ref is incapacitated.
Bennett: okay.. 6….7….8…
By now Hope has realized that ref Daniels is no good at the moment and completely busy with his own eyesight. Realizing that Valora will not stay unconscious and docile for much longer Hope keeps her pinned down as good as she can with one foot across her throat while she reaches out to grab Daniel´s forearm. Hope roughly pulls the ref closer, going so far as to judo flip him down on his knees and starts to slap his hand on the floor while Daniel is still busy with his blinded eyes.
His hand hits the floor with massive assistance from Hope
One…
Two…
Thr-kneebar!
And just like that, it changes, Val swiveling legs, body, and one good arm into position and securing the Kneebar in place. Hope screeches in pain and flails around helplessly for a moment before she’s able to work herself free due to Val’s hindered arm not allowing her full effectiveness of the hold. Enough damage had been though, and forces Hope to rethink things.
Instead of continuing to fight, she limps out of the office.
Carter: Look at her fleeing.
Bennett: it’s called a tactical retreat. All wrestlers do it.
Valora, having gotten a second wind or perhaps driven on pure rage, is hot on her trail and follows the blood trail Hope left via her steadily increasing nosebleed. It leads into the men’s bathroom, where Hope is nowhere to be found. The first two stall doors are open, facing inward, but the third one is closed, prompting Valora to make a beeline for it screaming her nemesis’s name. She kicks the door a few times and it flies open. She piles in ready to pound away but it’s empty.
From behind, having hidden behind one of the opened stall doors until the hero took the bait, comes Hope Diamond. She batters Valora from behind with clubbing blows that force her onto her knees. From there, Hope dunks her head into the toilet, giving her a swirlie, then caps it off by slamming the toilet seat down on the back of her head and holding it there with her foot as Valora thrashes about in her peril.
Bennett: Welcome to toilet heaven, champ.
Carter: I hardly think that’s appropriate.
Aiello: I have to agree with Max. Our TV Champion just got suckered into a fight on Hope’s terms, AGAIN, and she’s paying dearly for it, AGAIN.
Not done, Hope pulls her out, Val dry heaving trying to puke out the filth. Desperate, Valora lets out a crazed yell and busts free with a Jawbreaker, followed by a sloppily thrown back kick that buckles the knee she damaged a little while ago with the Kneebar. Val lets loose on her, throwing haymakers that are a far cry from her usual picture perfect precision strikes - these are hate fueled caveman style wild punches. Mostly thrown with her good arm. Some connect, some don’t.
She changes levels on Hope, dipping low and driving her good shoulder into her bread basket and push-shoving her hard back first into the lavatory mirror, shattering it. Hope wails and starts throwing hands back at her, equally wild. Diamond push-kicks her away then uses the basin as a launch platform to fly and deliver a Hurricanranna, but midway through the downward spiral of the move, Valora balks and straightens herself upward with another blood curdling scream of desperation. Hope is pulled upward into a Powerbomb position, whereupon Valora takes off running in a full panicked sprint - right at the entrance/exit door to the bathroom.
SMAAAAASSSSHHHH!!!!
The feed transitions to the hallway showing the door being destroyed by the two rampaging bodies, and they both come to a crashed heap amid splintered wood from the door.
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
EWC!
EWC!
EWC!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
EWC!
EWC!
EWC!
Referee Josh Daniels arrives on scene, being tended to by Mick, who wipes the ref’s eyes out with a rag and some water from a bottle. Seeing both down, Josh begins to count them both out.
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6.. They stir..
7… Both grab hold of the other..
8….
9…. They urgently get to a stand, using the other as a ladder.
Carter: My God how much can they take?
Bennett: These women hate each other so much that I don’t think they’re feeling any pain right now. Rage does wonderful things to the body.
Aiello: Tomorrow they’ll be regretting it though!!
They battle all they way down the corridor, each dishing out punches, kicks, slaps in equal measure. They blow past the security checkpoint that separates the wrestlers and fans backstage and brawl right into the lobby of the Moda Center where all the merchandise and concession stands are. And of course, there’s a megatude of fans all around that go ballistic with cheers at the sight of the fighting women.
Security forces a buffer, allowing the ladies room. Valora runs and Cross Body’s Hope and herself over the counter of a merchandise both. Brawl superstars shirts go flying, a Morgan Darkwater toy cutlass surfaces, being swung by Valora at Hope’s face. They fight some more, and Hope emerges with a Cyrus Black tickle tube, jamming it into Valora’s mouth to try and choke her with it. She fights it away and Hope manages to grab the heavy, portable cash register and tries to murder Valora upside the head with it.
But she misses and loses control of it, the machine hitting the ground with enough force that it breaks open spilling coins and money everywhere. The fans leap and dive for it, causing chaos for the security detail. Meanwhile, the hellcats continue to beat the hell out of each other all over the lobby, winding up behind the counter of a pizza stand. Hope rangabangs Val in the dome with a large supreme pizza held in place by a metal tray. Luckily the pizza cushions the blow some, so Valora doesn’t go nite-nite like she probably would have otherwise.
It’s enough to send the Karate Cutie into a retreat into the next booth, an ice cream stand. She stumbles past the workers and spies a freezer full of bags of ice. She grabs a five pound bag of it and turns around, swinging it with all her one armed might at Hope. It impacts Diamond’s right side and folds her awkwardly to the side, the bag splitting and sending the cubes everywhere.. She bellows a pained scream and now she’s the one who goes into retreat, but stumbles on the ice and falls on her ass. Val tries to follow up but also falls. The two then stand, fall, stand, fall in a somewhat comical scene amid the slippery mess.
Aiello: They’re tearing the arena apart back there!
Bennett: It looks like hurricane Harvey and Irma got pissed at each other and decided to brawl. It’s a disaster area back there!
Carter: And the fans are loving it! Come on, Valora! You can do it!
Valora snatches a frozen waffle cone and mounts Hope, trying to blind her by stabbing her in the eye with the icy sharp end. The FSW Vixen manages to block it and, being two armed versus one armed, pushes her attacker away. Instead of trying to stand again, she grabs a handful of ice to reinforce her fist and NAILS Valora across the jaw, rocking her back. Hope covers her, and the referee comes literally sliding into the mix pounding the floor.
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Val gets a shoulder up!
Hope is livid and mounts the ref, yelling all kinds of things at him as she furiously wipes blood from her nose. She spots Valora fumbling with more waffle cones, coming away with two in a bid to dual wield. That’s her cue to create distance, so Hope crawls away fastly on her hands and knees, looking around for weapons to use of her own. She finds none so she keeps moving and winds up in the main area of the lobby, being followed by Valora, slow but with purpose. The fans and security form a giant circle around them, and both know at this precise moment that their war ends here.
Hope sneers and doubles up her fists, hunched over to one side to favor her ribs. Noticing Hope is unarmed, Valora tosses away the waffle cone weapons and doubles up her one good fist, holding her hurt arm close to her chest. No cool movie style trash talk commence, they both simply rush the other in a bid to bring about demise. Val feints a punch with her good arm and catches Hope off guard with a Super Woman Punch with her bad arm. The impact spins Hope in place, but she fires back with a Crescent Kick to Val’s damaged shoulder. It drops the Karate Cutie on her ass and she screams out in pain, holding it as she scrambles back to a stand, her back facing Hope.
Suddenly, a fan enters frame, having grabbed up a metal trash can from one of the stands. He manages to slide the open end over Hope, dumping all the trash on her and effectively blinding her at the worst possible time. Throwing caution to the wind on a gamble, Valora summons every bit of whatever she has left and spins around, hurling herself through the air with her vaunted Nat 20 Tornado kick. It caves the metal inward, the impact sounding like a gunshot going off, and Hope falls over like a stone statue being tipped over. Val collapses atop her, nothing left to give.
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2….
3!!!!!!
The crowd goes absolutely apeshit with cheers!!!
Carter: She did it! Valora has exorcised the demon of her past!
Aiello: You’re not kidding, and I can guarantee you they both need some medical
Attention!
Bennett: To hell with the medical stuff, someone arrest that damn fan.
Mick helps up his pride and joy but she’s quickly grabbed away from him and hoisted aloft by the fans, who crowd surf her all over the lobby in celebratory manner. They even treat Mick to the same.
VA-LOR-A!
VA-LOR-A!
VA-LOR-A!
VA-LOR-A!
VA-LOR-A!
She comes to fully, and weeps loudly with joy and pumps a victory fist into the air with her good arm as she savors the flavor of justice served. Meanwhile, Hope is tended to by officials from Brawl and escorted away, the fans giving her a rousing ovation too, out of respect for her toughness and bad ass fighting ability.
As the feed changes to the commentators, the crowd voices their pleasure.
THANK-YOU-LADIES
*CLAP-CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-STOMP*
THANK-YOU-LADIES
*CLAP-CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-STOMP*
THANK-YOU-LADIES
*CLAP-CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-STOMP*
*CLAP-CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-STOMP*
THANK-YOU-LADIES
*CLAP-CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-STOMP*
THANK-YOU-LADIES
*CLAP-CLAP, STOMP-STOMP-STOMP*
The EWC cameras return from the break to capture the lively smiles and cheers from the fans in the Portland arena, they pump their fists in the air and sing the company's name.
"EWC"
"EWC"
"EWC"
"EWC"
"EWC"
Soon their praise is interrupted by “Take No Prisoners” by Megadeth. The moment the tunes strike the public announce system the fans go into a frenzy cheering for the international champion. Andrew Jackson walks through the curtains with his title slung on his left shoulder and a broad smile on his face. Behind him come a 5 man crew, 2 with a wooden table and the others with office chairs rolling down the mat.
Aiello: What’s going on here?
Bennett: How the hell will I know.
The furniture arrives in the ring long before Jackson himself who spends his time with the fans, shaking hands and embracing a few. Jackson gets into the ring by climbing the steps and then picks up a microphone from the ringside officials.
Jackson: Hello Portland!
The fans pop into another frenzy, screaming at the top of their lungs.
Jackson: It’s good to be here with you all, always, always lively. Anyways, I know you are all wondering what the setup is about.
Jackson says as he taps the three chairs around the table.
Jackson: Well, what we are about to have right here is a good ol’ fashion. Roast!
Aiello: What is he talking about?
Bennett: Why do you keep asking me, I’m right here with you. Shit, you must be awful at the movies
Jackson: I’m sure by now you have all heard I will be facing, Mr. Not so serious and Mrs. I’m serious at Rumble in the Bronx. Well, here tonight, Rebel and Black get a chance to win my title.
Aiello: Wait what?
Bennett: He can’t be serious.
Jackson: Yes, I am Bennett.
The champion winks at Bennett who is surprised he was heard
Jackson: It’s more of in an unofficial capacity but basically, the winner, get’s to keep this gold… Till Rumble in the Bronx, hell, they get to walk out to the ring with it. And on the night, maybe they get to keep it? *Chuckles* I doubt but yeah, that’s the proposal. So both of y’all come on out and hit me with your best jokes, roasts, yo mamma, ‘that’s what she said’, knock knock, jokes.
The fans cheer on as Jackson rests his title on the center of the table and waits for his RITB opponents.
#SHOT THROUGH THA’ HEART…..
*CROWD POPS!*
As Atreyu’s cover to “You Give Love a Bad Name” hit’s the PA system, out steps The Rebel in her full ring gear as she was dressed to compete for the night. In her hand is a microphone which she immediately puts to use as she heads down the ramp.
Rebel: So let me get this straight, you’re out here with the belt, wanting us to give you a roast...
She ascends the ring steps, walks the length of the apron, throws one leg under the middle rope and ducks low to enter the ring. She strolls up to the table and quirks her brow.
Rebel: ....and the winner of this roast gets to take care of your belt for you?
Jackson: That’s right. Shall we get started?
Rhodes paces a bit back and forth, her eyes wandering out to the crowd.
Rebel: Here’s my issue. You’re the motherfucking champion, Andrew. Why would you want anyone but you to even hold this on a temporary basis?
The former Navy Seal smirks a bit.
Jackson: Two things, one, I’m bored and two, these fans deserve a little something different. Something lighter on the pallet than the usual dark and gritty stuff going on behind the scenes at Monday Night Brawl. They need some laughs.
Mel tilted her head a bit at Jackson, looking at him as if he had grown a third eye.
Rebel: You sure a roast is what you want?
Jackson: Hell to the yes, lil’ Miss Rhodes.
She chuckled a bit, then shot him a hard look.
Rebel: Alright, I’ll do it, but you keep the belt if I win this little privilege. I’d rather earn it proper and hold it like I mean it. This? This will be just for fun.
Jackson shrugs his shoulders and Rebel Rhodes tunes up the band.
Rebel: So Andy, I’d say your parents really must have loved them some money, because when you were born, the first thing they saw was a twenty dollar bill and called you “ANDREW!” The last name was already there, so what the hell, why not?
Jackson bursts out laughing and takes a sit of the table still struggling not to choke from the laughter. Rebel continues to pace the ring for a moment. Chuckles and a small amount of laughter came from the opening dig.
Rebel: By the way, I’m so glad that you didn’t learn how to be a Navy Seal from Bill Paxton, may he rest in peace. I think you’d have had a bad time. ‘Navy SEAAAALS!’
Jackson laughs and interjects.
Jackson: God that was an awful movie.
Small chuckles came from the crowd as a few understood the reference. Just as she’s about to speak further, Madonna’s “Like a Prayer” hit’s the P/A and out steps Cyrus Black, arms loaded with snacks he had procurred from catering, along with three sodas, one of which he sucked on the straw of. Somehow, he was able to hold a microphone with all of that as well.
Cyrus: Hey! Don’t start without me! I BROUGHT SNACKS!!!!
*SNACKS POP!*
Mel chuckled a bit along with Andrew as Cyrus came up those steps and struggled a bit to get in the ring and not drop a single item. Don’t ask anyone how he managed it, he’s a fucking wizard.
Rebel: Sweet!
Jackson: I’ll have the three sodas, you guys can choke on some popcorn
Jackson says with a giddy smile plastered on his face as Cyrus arrives with the beverages.
Jackson: So far, Mel’s in the lead. Cyrus, I figured you were a funny guy, have at it.
The crowd cheer cyrus on.
“CYRUS”
“CYRUS”
“CYRUS”
“CYRUS”
“CYRUS”
The Rebel is with the crowd, a smile on her face as she pumps her fist in the air to each Cyrus chant.
Rebel: The people are alive tonight in Portland!!!
Cyrus: Alright, I don’t want the title as well though, you can hold onto it a little longer for me
“OOOOHHH”
Aiello: Well that’s a burn
Jackson smiles and gets comfy on the chair asking Cyrus to bring it.
Cyrus: So, Jackson, you have been in the Navy, we get it, we know! You don’t have to wear Camouflage shirts, pants, underwear, bras and slacks.
The fans burst into laughter as Jackson signals the joke is a bit off the mark for him. Andrew gets to his feet, picks the title off the table and places it on his shoulder.
Jackson: Well, I will be keeping that since no one wants it but we will let the fans decide who won this one… Was it Cyrus?
“WOOOO”
A portion of the crowd scream
Jackson: Was it Rebel?
“WOOOOOO”
“WOOOO”
“WOOOO”
“RHODES”
“RHODES”
“RHODES”
“WOOOO”
“WOOOO”
“RHODES”
“RHODES”
“RHODES”
Jackson: I guess we have our winner.
Jackson lifts Rebels hands as Cyrus returns to stuffing his face with his popcorn.
Rebel: Don’t get too friendly now Jackson, I am coming for that title at Rumble in the Bronx.
Cyrus: Me too
He muffles through his full mouth.
Jackson: Oh trust me, I expect nothing but the best from the both of you.
Jackson drops Rebels hands and the camera fades to commercials.
As we shift back from commercials, the only man in the ring is none other than everyone’s favorite egg-head. Victor Price. Victor has a microphone in his right hand and gives the crowd a moment to settle down, before lifting it up to his lips.
Price: Alright, alright, you’re loud and you’re from Portland. You’ve never been on TV before. Get it out of your systems so the big boys can do their job. I earn more per second than you do per year so pipe down, you’re not cute.
The crowd gives Price what for as they should.
Price: Now, we all know that BRAWL #491 is the last show before Rumble in the Bronx, and what the rules will be. All of the unfortunate members of the roster will be piled in here and punch their teeth in for yours, and mine, amusement.
But … there is a member of the roster that seems to be a bit more sadistic than the rest. This person has requested 5 minutes of my time right here in the ring in order to convince me to do something. What that something is … I don’t know. I just know that he’s going to fail. He tends to do that more often than he likes.
Aiello: Who is he talking about?
Bennett: Shhhh…
Carter: Don’t shush him!
Aiello: Shhh 2x.
Price: So ... bring your carcass down here and let’s squash this. Come on down.
Carter: Wait, what? Eddie??
Bennett: He never goes out here for anything more than a match, this must be serious.
Aiello: Serious? From Crank? Don’t make me laugh.
Eddie slowly makes his way down the ramp, wearing a gorgeous suit as always and carrying his X-Division Championship on his shoulder, to the mixed reactions of the crowd. As always, the Irish are backing Eddie firmly, while the rest of the crowd seems a bit on the fence. Regardless, they never get to see Eddie in the ring outside of a fight, so they’re excited to see what will happen.
As Eddie hops in the ring and gets right in Price’s face. No getting a microphone, no asking for one. He stood right in the middle of that ring and got into a face-off with Price. It was inaudible, but Eddie was mouthing something to him as his music died down.
The crowd started chanting “Kick his ass! Kick his ass!” to the confusion of the commentators.
Aiello: Kick WHOSE ass? Who are they rooting for?
Bennett: They must be cheering for Price to jump Eddie.
Carter: Not a chance; we all want to see Price’s jaw dislocated.
Eddie then snatched Price’s microphone off his hands and tapped it a few times to make sure it works.
Carter: Oh god … get the censor ready.
Eddie: What’s up Portland!!!
*** YEAAAAAH ***
Eddie: It’s an honor to be here tonight, I have to be honest. It’s such an honor, that I decided to bless you all with me presence for the next few minutes. So get your phones out, Live stream this garbage on your Facebook, on your Twitter, on your Instagram. Fook it, whip out Snapchat and put dog ears on me face for all I care. Get this out into the media stream, because you’ll love it.
She won’t.
He said as he motioned to Price with his head.
Eddie: How’s it going, Price? Ye fookin’ stoolie. I know you were begging everyone backstage to hear what this is about so you’re prepared. Get it through your weirdly shaped, pointy head. There’s no preparing for Eddie Crank. You never know what the fook I’m going to do.
The only thing you know is that I … of course … will be part of Rumble in the Bronx in two weeks. It’s a crazy, chaotic fight and you bet I want to be a part of that. I want to be a part of it for two reasons.
A, I’ll definitely be making more money in that one night than half of the members combined. Shocker, Eddie loves to get paid.
And B …
He then got stone cold serious and got in Price’s face again.
Eddie: I have unfinished business with Ashton Drake. Unfinished business we need to solve at WrestleFest. One on One, no bullshit ladders, no bullshit gimmicks. We’re MMA fighters, we didn’t come here to hang off wires and climb IKEA furniture. We came here to take people out.
I will take 29 men, women and Amis Shelton out. I will then take Drake out. I will be a double Champion in this company like I said I would.
You can say whatever you want about me, the fans can think whatever they want and who gives a crap about the roster … but one thing’s for sure. Drake needs to know this. I'll keep coming.
I don’t care how many tournaments I have to win to square off against that fool. I'll keep coming.
I don’t care how many ladders matches I have to let slip between me fingers. I'll keep coming.
I don’t care how many Rumbles I have to spark. I'll keep coming.
Price nods in sarcastic approval and walks over to the side of the ropes in order to collect a mic.
Price: Alright big mouth, before this gets any more sexual I must say … I have no clue why you’re out here right now. You’re in the Rumble, if you’re as good as you say you are, you might get a chance to lose to Drake again. Why are you wasting my time with this spiel?
Eddie: Because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t put me fookin’ balls on the line. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t lead the charge on this Pay-Per-View. See, while the rest of the roster is trying to be nice and snug in their comfort zones, I seek the uncomfortable. Always.
It doesn’t always pay off, but I do the shite I really don’t have to. I do the things no one else wants to.
So … with that said, not only will I torch 29 people in Rumble in the Bronx … not only will I be the last man standing in that ring …
… but I’ll also be the first man who enters!
*** OOOOOOH ***
Aiello: WHAT?
Carter: Oh … oh that’s just stupid. Kid’s got a death wish.
Bennett: No, no, no … no, Eddie. You idiot!
Eddie’s eyes lit up as he said that, and even Price was baffled by it. Eddie just stood there, energized by his decision, energized by the challenge and screamed and hollered in his face.
Price: Hold on … let me get this straight …
*** EDDIE! EDDIE! EDDIE! ***
Price: Oh someone throw the Irish out, they're all wasted. PLEASE.
Eddie: Say something else about the Irish and I’ll knock the half-breed out of you, you little twerp. Say one more fookin' thing.
*** OLEE OLE OLE OLE! ***
Price: Settle down, settle down. Let me get this straight … not only are you tasking yourself with winning Rumble in the Bronx … EVEN THOUGH it’s proven you don’t do too well in Battle Royal style matches … not only are you tasking yourself with beating 29 other people EVEN THOUGH you couldn’t beat 16 last year … but you want to reduce your chances even further by entering FIRST?!
Eddie: Yeah. And you’ll make it happen! Right fookin’ now!
Price burst out laughing.
Price: That's so stupid, it's funny. You're a comedian my man. But hey, we saw how well that worked out for you at Night of Champions. You have a tendency to bite off more than you can chew but brother, this bite is too big for you.
Still, if you thought you’d get any resistance from me on this … you’re sadly mistaken. I want to see this happen, I know the fans want to see it happen, but I have different motivations. I just find it oddly satisfying to see your big, confident mouth get HUMBLED like it did at Night of Champions. So you know what …
You’ve got the number one spot. Congratulations, you’re dead in the water.
Aiello: I’m not sure how I feel about this … I get Eddie’s confidence, I understand that he’s ballsy but … throttle it down son!
That’s all Eddie had to hear, he doesn’t want to make it a habit to come out to the ring so he just dropped the mic, snapped on a satisfied look on his face and hopped through the ropes, leaving Price in the ring to shake his head.
Until … he caught Eddie in mid-walk up the ramp …
Price: And hey Eddie … it’s been a good story so far for you. It’s been a fantastic year. I guess it’s good to see that Eddie Crank’s biggest enemy is … Eddie Crank. The most self-destructive man in professional wrestling today.
Have fun fading away, kid.
Eddie stopped for a moment, clenched his jaw but decided not to entertain Price and keep walking backstage.
Carter: Some mind games from Price here, he’s taking a page out of Eddie’s book.
TRANSITION! PICK ONE
Bennett: Folks, it’s time for our next match!
OR
Bennett: Folks, we’ll be right back!
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH
NEWMANN
VS CYRUS BLACK
VS CYRUS BLACK
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!!! INTRODUCING FIRST FROM THE CITY OF SIN....
"New Charlotte" by DuRu Tha King starts up as Blood red smoke and light set the mood. All of the sudden, EWC Backstage Helpers come out and roll out a red carpet. This sends the EWC Universe it Murmurs. All of the sudden this flashes on the Titantron:
The crowd starts to boo very loudly as Pyro Shoots out from both sides of the stage. Finally, Newmann is seen standing on the stage in his Ring attire. He also has a Bape Sleeveless Hoodie on. He walks down the Ramp flipping off various fans in the crowd which causes them to Boo even Louder. When he finally gets to Ringside he walks up the steps and drags his feet along the apron cleaning the bottom. He then gets in and throws his Hoodie at a Ring-hand and gets to his Corner.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FOOT-THREE AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO POUNDS.... NNNNNNEEEEEEWWWWMMMMAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!!
Bennett: I still liked the tattoos better.
Aiello: Ink doesn't make the man.
Bennett: Yeah but now he looks like a pasty faced pretty boy that wouldn't do to well in prison.
Carter: You'd know all about that prison life, wouldn't you Steve?
Bennett: If you keep smartin' off kid, I'll show you how unafraid I am to go back to prison.
Jessica Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT!!!
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..."
Jessica Stroup: FROM CARSON CITY, NEVADA....
The lights go up around the arena, two red pyrotechnics go off at either side of the stage as the chorus hits
"When you call my name
it's like a little prayer..."
Cyrus starts clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp, engaging with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.
"I'm down on my knees
I want to take you there..."
Sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, Cyrus shuffles from one corner buckle to another, continuously banging the palms of his hands together as the fans are on there feet clapping with him.
Jessica Stroup: ...STANDING AT SIX FOOT-TWO AND WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY POUNDS....
"Just like a prayer you know,
I'll take you there...".
Cyrus casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.
Jessica Stroup: CCCCYYYYYRRRRUUUUUUSSSSSS BBBBBLLLLLAAAACCCCCCK!!!!
Newmann gives a little clap as he approaches Cyrus, then holds his hand out. Cyrus, being the good natured guy that he is, offers his hand up and Newmann quickly pulls away mere milliseconds before contact, instead running his fingers through his hair and making an "oooooooooooooo" noise as he backs away. Cyrus puts his hands on his hips, sighs softly and shakes his head.
Bennett: A little bit of that old school slick disrespect right there.
Aiello: Cyrus Black taking it on the chin as the two step back and the Referee motions for the bell!
DING DING DING!!!
Immediately the two lock up and struggle for position. Cyrus tries to pull Newmann into a wristlock and gets a thumb rake right across his eye. Cyrus immediately clutches at his eye in pain and Newmann rushes hammering Cyrus with punches and driving him back into the ropes. Newmann pulls him in for an Irish Whip and Cyrus reverses, sending him into the ropes. He's still wiping his eye out when Newmann rebounds and barely ducks a running clothesline. Newmann hits the ropes, rebounds, and finds himself caught and thrown to the canvas with a Belly to Belly Suplex!
Aiello: Newmann got some air on that Belly to Belly Suplex!
Bennett: I wouldn't have been caught like that. I'd have kissed his lips with this forehead and started pounding hell out of him proper!
Carter: Sounds like how a few of your prison activities went, Steve.
Aiello: Settle down children.
While the commentators argued, Cyrus continued his moment of dominance, having picked up and hurled Newmann into a corner and hit him with a running Enziguri kick in the corner. Newmann falls forward with a tumble and rolls onto his back. Cyrus then goes to the top rope diving headbutt. At the last second, Newmann is able to backroll, letting Cyrus headbutt the canvas with a loud *THHHOOOM!* Cyrus rolls onto his back, clutching at his forehead and kicking his legs!
Aiello: Hard crash and burn by Cyrus Black as Newmann moved out of the way to avoid a diving headbutt!
Carter: That's a migraine for the morning!
Newmann stands back as Cyrus gets up on all fours and he gets a running start for the Carson City Kid, dropping with a low orbit dropkick and sending him flailing through the ropes!
Bennett: And now we enter dangerous territor. Falls count anywhere and no. count. outs. Period.
Cyrus gets to his feet, a hand to his side as Newmann gets a running start and flies through the ropes, both men land in a heap on the floor.
Aiello: Suicide dive from Newmann just drives Cyrus straight to the floor!
Both men get up, trading shots back and forth. Slowly Cyrus gains the upperhand and starts driving Newmann up the ramp and towards the backroom. The camera transitions as Newmann falls back through the curtains. Immediately ring crew members move and get out of the way as Cyrus storms through the curtain at a fast paced stride.
Carter: The brawl has gone to the back and we'll keep the action going on the Brawltron as far as we can!
Cyrus gathers Newmann up, only to eat a back elbow followed by a side glance headbutt. Newmann then turns, grabs, and hurls Cyrus bodily into a stack of shipping crates, boxes and equipment flung in a variety of directions!
Bennett: Be careful kids, those damages might come out of your pay!
Aiello: I don't think Newmann cares! He's picking up a crate!
Newmann holds the crate over his head and runs right at Cyrus, who practically bursts from the knocked over crates and rams two fists right into Newmann's gut in almost superman fashion. The crate in his hand flies over the ducked down Cyrus as he hammers blow after blow into Newmann's ribs. Newmann responds with an ear clap that stuns Cyrus, followed by a hard elbow shot to the side of the head, then grabs him by the back of his neck and walks him over to a set of double doors just down the hall. Cyrus throws his hands up at the last second as he's thrown through the double doors and into catering!
Bennett: Hey guys, could you bring us back some sammiches when you're done back there? This sumbitch is hungry!
We find only two other occupants in catering, Melinda Rhodes seated at a table in the back corner with her boot clad feet crossed upon it, a bucket of popcorn in hand, and a soda which she casually sips on. Next to her is a rather short and freckled redhead that works as her manager, Molly O'Hatherine, who was busy eating a sandwich.
Aiello: Rebel Rhodes enjoying the catering and the show on the monitor in the back as Cyrus and Newmann brawl back and forth in front of them.
Rebel: GO CYRUS!!! WOOOOOO!!!
Molly: KICK HIS ARSE LAD!!!
Cyrus: Thanks!
Cyrus then catches Newmann with a righteous righthand that sends him staggering into the mostly empty buffet table. Molly salutes with her sandwich while Mel holds up her drink. Cyrus chuckles and then turns around to catch a metal tray with left over chopped ham right in the face that sends him staggering back! Rebel and Molly both wince.
Molly: Oye, that'll be leavin' a mark.
Bennett: Hey someone tell those ladies to shaddup. Commentary is our job!
Carter: Let them have their fun, Steve.
Newmann rushes in and proceeds to viciously hammer Cyrus with clubbing, angry blows.
Newmann: I'm kickin' your ass you dancing fuck!!!
Suddenly Cyrus grunts, ducks down and lifts Newmann up by the legs, running him straight towards the catering table. With a roar he violently slams Newmann through it, the entire table collapsing from a combination of force and weight, leaving Newmann lying in a pile of leftover food!
Bennett: Oh goddamnit! Newmann better kick his ass because I was gonna' have me a coldcut sammich with a cold beer!
Molly: Should we help here, Mel?
Rebel: Nah, this is Cyrus' fight. He's got this. *Pops a handful of popcorn into her mouth*
Cyrus gives them a thumbs up, picks Newmann up and shoves him back out the door. Outside, Newmann stumbles and falls to the floor holding his back.
Cyrus: Enjoy the rest of the main event ladies.
Rebel: Will do, Cy. I'd say slap the tattoos off of the guy, but somebody already did that apparently.
She and Cyrus chuckle as he turns and heads back out the door. As soon as he does he's met with a hard punch to the jaw that rocks his head to the left and sends him staggering. Newmann grabs Cyrus by his hair and violently yanks him down the hallway. Moments later the two explode through the doors of the near empty front lobby, Cyrus hurled to the floor with a bit of a roll by Newmann!
Aiello: Well that was an unplanned inclusion in the match, but such is the way of live TV!
Carter: Both men now out in the lobby and concession stands!
Cyrus holds up both hands as Newmann comes through the door.
Cyrus: WAIT! Hold up!!!! Just a reminder to the good people in the Arena and everyone watching at home...
He reaches over onto the merchandising counter and holds up a Cyrus Black bobble head.
Cyrus: Check out this limited edition Cyrus Black Bobble head! Take me home for only $12.95!
Newmann scoffs and comes right at Cyrus, who tosses the bobble head at him. The distraction allows for Cyrus to duck in and hit him with multiple kicks to the ribs and torso, followed by a pelvic thrust, a blown kiss and a standing dropkick that sends Newmann for a back roll. Of course the unpadded floor does no favors for Cyrus as he lands upon it with a bit of a wince. He rolls into a pushup position and gets to his feet quickly regardless. Newmann was only a bit slower to rise.
Aiello: Despite some merchandise hocking, this has been pretty intense!
Newmann blocks a strike from Cyrus and fires back with a throat thrust that sends him staggering back with a wicked cough. Taking full advantage, Newmann line drives Cyrus's back into the merchandising stand. As the merchant wisely bugs out, Newmann grabs a random shirt that happens to be the new Rebel Rhodes design, which he promptly wraps around Cyrus's neck and proceeds to strangle him while violently jerking his head back and forth!
Newmann: WHERE ARE YOUR JOKES NOW, HUH? What's that? Choking Bitch says GGGAAAAAHHK GGGAAAAHHHK!!!
As Newmann taunted him, he failed to notice that Cyrus had been slowly reaching across the counter, searching for something, anything. His hand finds a bust, which he then proceeds to smash into the side of Newmann's head. Both men fall in opposite directions, Cyrus to his knees, while Newmann staggers back and falls to the floor. His forehead starts to quickly bleed from a cut. Cyrus looks at the cracked ceramic bust in his hand and it happens to be Danny Mac with half his face missing.
Cyrus: *with a now roughened voice* Ooooo.... Sorry Boss!!
He places the bust back on the merchandising counter and gets to his feet. With renewed vigor, Cyrus charges at the rising Newmann, gathering him up with a roar and slamming him into the snack counter.
Bennett: Oh for the love of fuck, could you guys NOT destroy all the food sources in the building?!
Newmann fights back, peppering Cyrus with right and lefts before slinging him face first into the glass counter. The impact shatters the glass, cutting Cyrus's forehead and cheek open as well as giving him a face full of milk duds and other theater box snacks. He then slings Cyrus back and covers him up for the pin!
Newmann: COUNT REF!!!
The Referee drops and slaps his hand to the floor...
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THRRR-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: Cyrus just kicked out despite taking a concussion grade head slam through that glass!!!
Bennett: That Son of a bitch wants to win it and he'll come back from the dead if he has to!
As Newmann pulls a crimson masked Cyrus to his feet, he takes himself a hard elbow check to the ribs, then slips in from behind with a rear waistlock and backbridge into a German Suplex on the floor! Both men wind up laid out on the floor, streaks of blood running down Newmann's face while Cyrus is practically covered in blood. He slowly fights to a stand, panting for breath as blood loss starts affecting him.
Aiello: Cyrus is losing quite a bit of blood quickly. I hope he doesn't need a transfusion after this!
Cyrus then rolls onto his hands and knees and crawls over Newmann's still body for a pinfall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHHHRRRRR-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: How?! How can Newmann kick out after having all of his body weight slam right down on his skull as it hit that floor?!
Cyrus, breathing hard now, gathers up Newmann who suddenly comes alive and catches him hard in the face with a spinning Bull Hammer Elbow he calls...
Aiello: GG EZ Just knocked the HELL out of Cyrus Black!
Cyrus spins to the floor, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he falls unconscious to the floor. Newmann then makes the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTTHHHHRRRRREEEE!!!!
The Referee helps Newmann to his feet, only to be shoved back. Newmann throws his fist into the air, breathing hard and heavy.
Newmann: THAT'S RIGHT!!! WHO WON UP IN THIS HOUSE?! NNNNEEEWWWWMMMMMAAAANNNNN!!!!
Back at ringside the bell rang...
DING DING DING!!!
Carter: That was a hell of a match.
Bennett: I'd have to give it the Predator seal of approval for certain.
As Newmann celebrates he heads back into the ring, and enjoys his time with the fans when. CJ's party is interrupted by Victor Price who comes strutting onto the stage with a wave of boos following him. Victor points to the man in the ring.
Aiello: What is Price doing here?
Bennett: We’ll find out soon I guess.
Victor: Impressive performance son, I mean I knew you had something special but damn…
Newmann stares down at the General manager waiting for the punchline.
Newmann: What’s this about?
Newmann’s voice is drowned by the thousands in the arena, the words don’t even meet Price’s ears.
Victor: You know I am goddamn tired of seeing that television title around Valora’s waist, I mean cute chick, big fucking mouth. So, at Rumble in the Bronx, Newmann, I am giving you the chance of a lifetime buddy. Go out there, and bring get you some gold.
Newmann nods his head as the general manager disappears through the curtains.
Aiello: A win and a title opportunity at Rumble in the Bronx. The Pay per view is shaping up quiet nicely
Bennett: It definitely is, it will be one hell of a show. Any early guesses on who the winner would be?
Aiello: Well, Otaki is in there this year as well
Carter: I think someone from Brawl gets it this time
Bennett: I do hope so, we have a stacked roster and a lot of people that are certainly capable of bringing it home.
Aiello: That’s all the time we have for you tonight Folks, tune in on the 25th of September, to Rumble in the Bronx, Live on pay per view. Goodnight.
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END SCREEN
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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SINGLES MATCH
JOHN BLADE
VS KONNOR KLAY
WINNER: KONNOR KLAY
ANYTHING GOES MATCH
NEO JAMES CARNER
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
WINNER: NEO JAMES CARNER
SINGLES MATCH
REBEL RHODES
VS EMMA LOUISE
WINNER: REBEL RHODES
SINGLES MATCH
MORGAN DARKWATER
VS AJ JOHNSON
WINNER: MORGAN DARKWATER
FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH
NEWMANN
VS CYRUS BLACK
WINNER: NEWMANN
BRAWL 491 MVP: Morgan Darkwater
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