Post by President Mac on Oct 16, 2017 20:42:29 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #494 | OCTOBER 16TH 2017LIVE! from Bell MTS Place in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
EWC BRAWL
OCTOBER 16TH 2017
LIVE! from Bell MTS Place in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
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
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, Eddie Crank, Emma Louise, John Blade, Kim Hunter, Peter Dragon, Melinda Rhodes, Jackson Knox, Donovan Baine, Keith Williams, Nostalgia, Rob Garcia, Konnor Klay, CJ Newmann, Morgan Darkwater, Kestrel, Neo James Carner, AJ Johnson, Nick James, Cyrus Black, Thomas Bates, and Amis Shelton
We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl: Morgan Darkwater with the Television Championship, then Eddie Crank with the X-Division Championship and finally Rebel Rhodes with the International Championship
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in the Bell MTS Place in Winnipeg is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.
A chant begins of
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight.
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen we welcome you to another sold out episode of Monday Night Brawl! We are live here in the newly named Bell MTS Place in Winnipeg Manitoba Canada .. home of the NHL's Winnipeg Jets
Carter: The Winnipeg Jets have the night off, but they are all here in attendance and will be back in action tomorrow night when Columbus comes to visit. Both teams riding 3 game winning streaks. Winnipeg has plenty to be excited about this season as all of their young starts are exploding with goals
Carter: The Winnipeg Jets have the night off, but they are all here in attendance and will be back in action tomorrow night when Columbus comes to visit. Both teams riding 3 game winning streaks. Winnipeg has plenty to be excited about this season as all of their young starts are exploding with goals
Bennett: Are you fucking done? Folks .. we are here for a wrestling showcase, and what a showcase we have for you all tonight
Carter: Thanks for that Steve .. yes, we have an outstanding lineup for you all tonight including two of Brawls Champions, Rebel Rhodes and Morgan Darkwater
Aiello: On everyone's minds right now is the health of our EWC X-Division Champion .. it appears as if Eddie Crank has a sprained ACL .. we have Ace Heart with a comment .. Ace
Ace Heart: Thanks Joe .. Symptoms of a knee sprain vary depending on the specific ligament that is torn. In this case Eddie Crank has a ACL Sprain. What that means .. is he would have felt a pop inside his knee at the moment of injury. Crank will then have experienced significant knee swelling within a few hours after injury. Ultimately .. it's very severe knee pain that prevents anyone from continued participation in whatever sport, especially Wrestling
Aiello: So what kind of time table are we looking at?
Ace Heart: It could be weeks to months
Carter: Will Eddie at least be ready for WrestleFest and his match with Ace King?
Ace Heart: There is no reason to think he wont. He's certainly working very hard to be back before then. The word from Cranks camp is they don't want him rusty, and he wants to be defending his X-Division Title sooner rather than later
Aiello: Thanks for the update Ace .. So what does this mean for WrestleFest guys?
Bennett: It means Ace King has a fucking soft spot to target. If he doesn't go after that knee right off the bat, then the guy doesn't deserve to be a champion in this fed
Carter: Well I don't know if I'd go that far ..
Bennett: Look kid, I'm a fucking legend in the ring. I've won more titles then you can count. One thing you learn quickly in that ring .. take advantage of every moment you can. You see a weak spot? You pounce. It's not about being a good guy or liked by the fans or whatever the fuck the writers give a shit about .. its about being in the moment, having an opportunity to win gold and taking it
Aiello: Ace King has proven he is more than ready to take on Crank, Rampage is hungry for the Undisputed Championship to be on their brand after so many failed attempts .. we can only hope that Crank will be back and ready for action soon
Carter: Amen to that Joe .. shifting gears for a moment .. we have an absolute awesome show in store for everyone tonight. Following on the heels of last weeks balls to the wall finish .. we have ..
Aiello: On everyone's minds right now is the health of our EWC X-Division Champion .. it appears as if Eddie Crank has a sprained ACL .. we have Ace Heart with a comment .. Ace
Ace Heart: Thanks Joe .. Symptoms of a knee sprain vary depending on the specific ligament that is torn. In this case Eddie Crank has a ACL Sprain. What that means .. is he would have felt a pop inside his knee at the moment of injury. Crank will then have experienced significant knee swelling within a few hours after injury. Ultimately .. it's very severe knee pain that prevents anyone from continued participation in whatever sport, especially Wrestling
Aiello: So what kind of time table are we looking at?
Ace Heart: It could be weeks to months
Carter: Will Eddie at least be ready for WrestleFest and his match with Ace King?
Ace Heart: There is no reason to think he wont. He's certainly working very hard to be back before then. The word from Cranks camp is they don't want him rusty, and he wants to be defending his X-Division Title sooner rather than later
Aiello: Thanks for the update Ace .. So what does this mean for WrestleFest guys?
Bennett: It means Ace King has a fucking soft spot to target. If he doesn't go after that knee right off the bat, then the guy doesn't deserve to be a champion in this fed
Carter: Well I don't know if I'd go that far ..
Bennett: Look kid, I'm a fucking legend in the ring. I've won more titles then you can count. One thing you learn quickly in that ring .. take advantage of every moment you can. You see a weak spot? You pounce. It's not about being a good guy or liked by the fans or whatever the fuck the writers give a shit about .. its about being in the moment, having an opportunity to win gold and taking it
Aiello: Ace King has proven he is more than ready to take on Crank, Rampage is hungry for the Undisputed Championship to be on their brand after so many failed attempts .. we can only hope that Crank will be back and ready for action soon
Carter: Amen to that Joe .. shifting gears for a moment .. we have an absolute awesome show in store for everyone tonight. Following on the heels of last weeks balls to the wall finish .. we have ..
Bennett: Speaking of last week's amazing show, it looks like our new TV Champion is coming down to the ring! I wonder what he's here to say?
Captain Morgan Darkwater appears on stage to a thunderous roar from the fans, foam cutlasses raised high. He's dressed in his usual garb, long crimson coat falling over loose-fitting leather pants and large black boots, a tri-cornered hat nested atop his head of unruly brown hair. He has the EWC TV Title over his right shoulder, and when he lifts it above his head the cheers are almost deafening!
Cap-tain Mor-gan!
Cap-tain Mor-gan!
Cap-tain Mor-gan!
He smiles fondly as he makes his way swiftly down to the ring, circling around to the steel steps, climbing them and stepping over the top-ropes and taking the microphone from Jessica Stroup, who then exits the ring. Morgan waits for the cheers to finally subside before raising the mic to his lips.
Morgan: Good evenin', Winnipeg! An' t' all th' EWC Universe watchin' at home, are ye ready fer a Brawl t' remember?
A fresh wave of cheers confirm this question, the fans eager to see what fresh mayhem the Brawl superstars have in store for them this week.
Morgan: Glad t' hear it! Now, as ye may or may not 'ave noticed, but there be somethin' a little bit diff'rent about ol' Captain Darkwater... can ye guess what it be?
Cheers of "TV TITLE!" go on for several seconds.
Morgan: That's right - I got a snazzy new hat t' celebrate me new TV Title!
The crowd goes nuts! The Captain smiles and pats the belt draped over his shoulder.
Morgan: Last week's title match was frantic, an' it sure got outta hand quick, an' went t' hell soon after that! Newmann and I put each other through wringer, and left a mass of destruction and dumbstruck onlookers in our wake! Am I still feelin' th' hurt from that intense match? Maybe, maybe... am I gonna let it stop me from givin' it me all in me first title defence against Anthony Grunge later t'night? Hell no! Because I'm ye new TV Champion, an' as long as this title is in me possession, I'm gonna keep bringin' hell t' this ring, week-in, week-out, so all ye in th' back that want t' get ye hands on this, take notice! I'm not gonna make it easy fer ye!
Carter: The gauntlet has well and truly been thrown down by the Captain!
Bennett: Yeah, let's just hope he doesn't eat those words and loses his first title defense!
The cheering turns into chants of "MORGAN'S GONNA KILL YOU", which makes the Captain raises an eyebrow.
Morgan: Now, I wouldn't 'sactly go that far, but I appreciate ye confidence, heh... Sure, many may argue I went too far t' achieve th' victory last week, an' they may be right. I won't go into how Newmann threw me into traffic earlier in th' match, but th' way I ended it could def'netly be seen as an evil, despicable act. An' fer that I apologise, but I did warn Newmann an' the EWC fans that Captain Morgan Darkwater be an' entirely diff'rent beast when th' gold is on th' line, an' I proved that last week. Whate'er he threw at me, I kept on comin', and I didn't stop 'til th' vic'try was mine... if anythin', I can tell ye ye made th' same mistake as Carner, Newmann - ye took th' fight t' one o' me strengths. After all, what kinda man is more comfortable around water than a pirate?
He flashes the camera a broad grin before his expression settles into something calm and more serious.
Morgan: Which brings us back to the matter of me opponent t'night. Anthony Grunge... hmmm, what are we gonna do wit' ye, I wonder? I had high hopes for ye, an' fer our match - finally, I thought t' me'self, finally I get t' fight an honourable, respectable man... an' then ye go an pull this voodoo outta ye hat? I know I told ye t' come at me wit' e'erythin' ye had, lad, but this be th' last thing I expected of ye - I'd expect it o' Scribble an' his cohorts, but o' a man I thought I could respect an' 'spect to do th' right thing, t' play fair? I wasn't 'spectin' ye to like me, I don't give two damns if ye or anyone else in the EWC roster doesn't like me - but I was hopin' fer at least an ounce o' respect from a man such as ye'self, some iota o' acknowledgement fer what I achieved last week, an' what I hold right here...
He pats the TV Title belt again to mixed cheers and boos for the two wrestlers.
Morgan: But I guess I was askin' too much of ye, an' that be too bad... 'cause now ye gone an' disrespected the Captain! An' that won't stand! So bring ye best, bring ye Skull o' Blah Blah Blah, bring ye voodoo mumbo-jumbo, none o' it matters t' Morgan Darkwater! Jus' 'cause I choose t' live me life like th' dashin' buccaneers o' old, ye think I share their superstitious mindset? Meet me later, in this very ring, an' we'll see jus' who strikes fear into th' heart o' th' other! I'm gonna lash ye to me Keelhold submission, and ferry ye t' th' maw o' hell - an' that I swear on me honour as a man, a Captain... an' a CHAMPION!!
The crowd goes ape-shit as he hands the microphone back to Stroup, holds the TV Title aloft once more, steps out the ring and makes his way back up the ramp.
Aiello: Strong words from our new fighting champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater - that TV Title match is our Main Event, later tonight!
Carter: But we've still got a hot line-up to come, after these commercials!
He smiles fondly as he makes his way swiftly down to the ring, circling around to the steel steps, climbing them and stepping over the top-ropes and taking the microphone from Jessica Stroup, who then exits the ring. Morgan waits for the cheers to finally subside before raising the mic to his lips.
Morgan: Good evenin', Winnipeg! An' t' all th' EWC Universe watchin' at home, are ye ready fer a Brawl t' remember?
A fresh wave of cheers confirm this question, the fans eager to see what fresh mayhem the Brawl superstars have in store for them this week.
Morgan: Glad t' hear it! Now, as ye may or may not 'ave noticed, but there be somethin' a little bit diff'rent about ol' Captain Darkwater... can ye guess what it be?
Cheers of "TV TITLE!" go on for several seconds.
Morgan: That's right - I got a snazzy new hat t' celebrate me new TV Title!
The crowd goes nuts! The Captain smiles and pats the belt draped over his shoulder.
Morgan: Last week's title match was frantic, an' it sure got outta hand quick, an' went t' hell soon after that! Newmann and I put each other through wringer, and left a mass of destruction and dumbstruck onlookers in our wake! Am I still feelin' th' hurt from that intense match? Maybe, maybe... am I gonna let it stop me from givin' it me all in me first title defence against Anthony Grunge later t'night? Hell no! Because I'm ye new TV Champion, an' as long as this title is in me possession, I'm gonna keep bringin' hell t' this ring, week-in, week-out, so all ye in th' back that want t' get ye hands on this, take notice! I'm not gonna make it easy fer ye!
Carter: The gauntlet has well and truly been thrown down by the Captain!
Bennett: Yeah, let's just hope he doesn't eat those words and loses his first title defense!
The cheering turns into chants of "MORGAN'S GONNA KILL YOU", which makes the Captain raises an eyebrow.
Morgan: Now, I wouldn't 'sactly go that far, but I appreciate ye confidence, heh... Sure, many may argue I went too far t' achieve th' victory last week, an' they may be right. I won't go into how Newmann threw me into traffic earlier in th' match, but th' way I ended it could def'netly be seen as an evil, despicable act. An' fer that I apologise, but I did warn Newmann an' the EWC fans that Captain Morgan Darkwater be an' entirely diff'rent beast when th' gold is on th' line, an' I proved that last week. Whate'er he threw at me, I kept on comin', and I didn't stop 'til th' vic'try was mine... if anythin', I can tell ye ye made th' same mistake as Carner, Newmann - ye took th' fight t' one o' me strengths. After all, what kinda man is more comfortable around water than a pirate?
He flashes the camera a broad grin before his expression settles into something calm and more serious.
Morgan: Which brings us back to the matter of me opponent t'night. Anthony Grunge... hmmm, what are we gonna do wit' ye, I wonder? I had high hopes for ye, an' fer our match - finally, I thought t' me'self, finally I get t' fight an honourable, respectable man... an' then ye go an pull this voodoo outta ye hat? I know I told ye t' come at me wit' e'erythin' ye had, lad, but this be th' last thing I expected of ye - I'd expect it o' Scribble an' his cohorts, but o' a man I thought I could respect an' 'spect to do th' right thing, t' play fair? I wasn't 'spectin' ye to like me, I don't give two damns if ye or anyone else in the EWC roster doesn't like me - but I was hopin' fer at least an ounce o' respect from a man such as ye'self, some iota o' acknowledgement fer what I achieved last week, an' what I hold right here...
He pats the TV Title belt again to mixed cheers and boos for the two wrestlers.
Morgan: But I guess I was askin' too much of ye, an' that be too bad... 'cause now ye gone an' disrespected the Captain! An' that won't stand! So bring ye best, bring ye Skull o' Blah Blah Blah, bring ye voodoo mumbo-jumbo, none o' it matters t' Morgan Darkwater! Jus' 'cause I choose t' live me life like th' dashin' buccaneers o' old, ye think I share their superstitious mindset? Meet me later, in this very ring, an' we'll see jus' who strikes fear into th' heart o' th' other! I'm gonna lash ye to me Keelhold submission, and ferry ye t' th' maw o' hell - an' that I swear on me honour as a man, a Captain... an' a CHAMPION!!
The crowd goes ape-shit as he hands the microphone back to Stroup, holds the TV Title aloft once more, steps out the ring and makes his way back up the ramp.
Aiello: Strong words from our new fighting champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater - that TV Title match is our Main Event, later tonight!
Carter: But we've still got a hot line-up to come, after these commercials!
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VOICE: Are you tired of smelling like complete and utter shit? Are you ready to stop being a failure in life? Are you sick of not being able to attract the opposite sex?
Hello, I'm Wrestling Hall of Famer .. Shadow Man.
Like you, I was once too skinny AND too fat.
I once had absolutely no game at all like my former colleague Derek 'The Smell' Wellings.
Some people called me a 'big fat skinny kid', or 'Pepperoni face' on account of the all the Pizza I was eating to mask my feelings.
But then things changed for me.
I stumbled across the cutest little animal playing a guitar..
a Pig.
Like you, I was once too skinny AND too fat.
I once had absolutely no game at all like my former colleague Derek 'The Smell' Wellings.
Some people called me a 'big fat skinny kid', or 'Pepperoni face' on account of the all the Pizza I was eating to mask my feelings.
But then things changed for me.
I stumbled across the cutest little animal playing a guitar..
a Pig.
Isn't he just the CUTEST little fucker you've ever seen?
Look at him strum away
Seriously .. the cutest fucking little guitar player
This Piglet was so FUCKING popular, he was banging all the other Pigs on the farm.
In fact he was having Pig Orgies night after night after night
Look at him strum away
Seriously .. the cutest fucking little guitar player
This Piglet was so FUCKING popular, he was banging all the other Pigs on the farm.
In fact he was having Pig Orgies night after night after night
Look at that .. Pig Sex .. Lots and Lots of Pig Sex
That's when I realized something .. and it changed my life for good.
The lady Pigs weren't into the cute little Man Pig for his good looks & guitar playing skills..
No.. they were into him for his smell.
Now I know what you are all thinking.. Pigs smell like horse shit.
Yes, it's true.
Like Horse Shit mixed with Human Shit, dumped on Pig Shit .. Shitty McShitShit
That's when I realized something .. and it changed my life for good.
The lady Pigs weren't into the cute little Man Pig for his good looks & guitar playing skills..
No.. they were into him for his smell.
Now I know what you are all thinking.. Pigs smell like horse shit.
Yes, it's true.
Like Horse Shit mixed with Human Shit, dumped on Pig Shit .. Shitty McShitShit
That's why I met with a group of scientists to find out more on how we can replicate that great Pig smell, without a hint of Horse Shit.
Turns out.. we only like the smell of Pigs after one thing...
Turns out.. we only like the smell of Pigs after one thing...
It's the crispy, juicy smell of a Pig we love most.. but not just the whole Pig like in that picture.
What we want.. is Five Letters Long and rhymes with Shmacon
What we want.. is Five Letters Long and rhymes with Shmacon
It's...
That's right boys and girls.. we love BACON don't we?
Bacon as a side, Bacon as a meal, Bacon wrapped anything as long as it's real
So the next question is..
How can I smell like bacon all the time so I can have ripped abs, a successful career, and have the opposite sex doing shots out of my belly button?
Bacon as a side, Bacon as a meal, Bacon wrapped anything as long as it's real
So the next question is..
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The camera cuts to the parking lot of the arena where we find a white limo pull up. The chauffeur puts the car in park in the middle of the parking lot, then getting out and opening the back door of the ride. Two females step out, they look like strippers, both only wearing stiletto high heels, tight white booty shorts and very well designed EWC T-shirts. These shirts just happen to be the new ReVenants shirt you can find at EWCShop.com!
Anyways one of them is a red head with blue eyes the other black hair, possibly hispanic with Hazel eyes. Next Rob Garcia steps out, following behind him is Neo James Carner and Keith Williams. Rob is wearing a pair of giant gold Versace sun glasses, blue button up dress shirt with half tucked into his black skinny-ish jeans, yeezy's on his feet. Neo is wearing a leather jacket, a designer flannel and A. Fitch jeans, a pair of gold aviator shades adorn his face. Keith ever the gentleman is wearing a dapper black suit with white pinstripes, a pair of gold Bob Dylan esque shades on his face. Rob Garcia with the two strippers on his arms appears to be in total douche mode, his hair messed up, face a little rosy. He looks at the two women and nudges them to move forward. Neo and Keith exchange a flask back and forth as they smack their lips at the taste.
Keith: "Gentlemen's Jack for the gents!"
NJC: "Why the hell did they move the venue? Even on fire California is so much nicer than this place."
The ladies and The ReVs start to walk. As they're walking away, the last person in the limo walks out. Its... Ace Heart?! Yeah.. its him, he's dressed like Rob too, but he seems to have the bootleg thrift store version of everything.
Ace: "Wait for me guys!"
Keith: "Move your ass!"
NJC: "Don't drop my shit!"
Rob: "Make sure you get me my beer cozy, I left it inside the limo."
Ace grabs the cozy before he closes the backdoor to the limo. The chauffeur hands Ace Rob's bags and Ace then races to catch up to Rob and The ReVs. They continue walking toward the arena Garcia talking to the women when Rob notices the camera. He stops dead in his tracks and then the women stop. Ace catches up and tries to look over Robs shoulder. Neo and Keith pause a few paces ahead when they notice Rob has stopped.
Rob: "It's show time, baby!! I'm ready to ReV it up, down, side to side, side to slippery side! AJ Jordan, ya lil' bitch boy! You gonna go talk to that tweeker Tommy?! He don't know anything about me except the fact I burned him way to many times! Like I'm gonna burn you Aye-Juh! Am I right?"
Rob says looking to the two women, who laugh and agree.
Ace: "YEAH!"
NJC: "I mean, he's not wrong."
Keith: "When was the last time he wasn't right?"
Ace: "Rob is always RIGHT!"
The women turn back to look at the overly excited Ace and take a step away from him in disgust. Rob no sells Ace.
Rob: 'AJ Robinson er...uh, AJ Don Jonson, I think, anyway! Tonight, after you become number one on my new undefeated streak, its party time for the ReV's! Cheap thrills! Dick Pills! Giving ladies chills and fills!"
Keith: "And shots chased by original recipe 4Lokos all around! WOO DADDY!"
NJC: "Ace don't drop my shit! I have something very expensive in my bag!"
Keith: "Tonight, Neo and I are going to drop the Housewives on their head!"
Keith strokes his 'stache with a gold toothed mustache comb.
NJC: "Mess 'em up real bad, make them think they're a bunch of Househusbands!"
Rob: "It's the ReV's night!"
Rob says throwing up a V hand sign, Keith and Neo saunter over and touch their hand gestured V's to Rob's.
Rob: "ReV it up!"
NJC: "ReV life bred!"
Keith: "ReV life born!"
Rob: "ReV life dead!"
The ReVs storms off camera looking extremely motivated, the women follow after Rob and Ace picks up his bags and chases after him. Keith eyeballs Ace, Neo glares at Ace making sure he doesn't drop his bag.
NJC: "You drop that bag I'll break off your dick!"
Rob: "You ladies ever seen a brown hulk?"
Keith: " 'Bout to make Dino proud, boys!"
SINGLES MATCH
DONOVAN BAINE
VS JOHN BLADE
DONOVAN BAINE
VS JOHN BLADE
Aiello: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen .. well that was certainly an interesting exchange backstage ..
Carter: That's right Joe, and it's going to get even more interesting as up next up we have Donovan Baine making his debut against, John Blade.
Regulate hits the sound system.The camera shoots to backstage the locker room door bust opens out walks Donovan Baine. He gets to the entrance ramp
Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 234 pounds, now hailing from Honolulu, Donovan Baine!
Donovan walks to the ring walks up the ring steps. Climbs the nearest turnbuckle Throws his hair back and puts his hands in the air. Hops off the turnbuckle. Stares intensely waiting for the match to start.
Stroup: His opponent, weighing in at 251 pounds from Worcester, Massachusetts, 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 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.
DING! DING! DING!
The two men rush each other trading blows. Showing no signs of respect or admiration for each other. Just an old fashioned slugfest between two men. John Blade gets the upperhand of the two and Irish Whips Donovan into the ropes followed up with a series of shoulder tackles Then follows up Double Underhook Backbreaker. Followed up with a Five Knuckle Shuffle. Then John Blade goes for the pin.
ONE
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TWO
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THR...Kickout by Donovan Baine
Bennett: That Son of a Bitch kicked out!
Carter: Baine still has some fight left in him.
Baine headbutts Blade.Then hits him with series of Knife Edge Chops. John Blade blocks the last chop and starts throwing hands at Donovan Baine’s body and face. Baine pushes off Blade and hits him with a desperation Superkick, both men fall to the mat.
Aiello: A flurry of attacks from both corners.
Bennett: These Son of Bitches are going.
Both men get to their feet by leaning on each other. Donovan goes for another superkick but John Blade is aware and reverses it into the Razor Blade. Blade cover Baine.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
DING! DING! DING!
Aiello: Wait a minute .. did .. did that just happen?
Stroup: The winner of tonight's match John Blade
John Blade celebrates victory as the ref raises his arm
Bennett: John Blade picks up his first win in .. fuck I have no idea .. that son of a bitch showed what he is made of .. shit
Carter: It was a hard fought match between Baine and Blade but John Blade had just enough left in the tank to get it done, and overall seemed better equipped for tonight's match
Aiello: Don't go anywhere folks, we have more Brawl action coming up next when Rob Garcia takes on AJ Johnson but first, a quick word from our sponsors .. don't go anywhere!
We fade in to the women's locker room, where International Champion Rebel Rhodes is going through stretches for her upcoming match. It's clear from her dark, cold expression that not every is right with the young lady however, her mind seemingly elsewhere. The camera slowly zooms in as she rises with a low growl, opening her locker to retrieve a bottle of Gatorade. When she closes the door again, Samael Scrybe is standing behind it.
Scrybe: Oh, my dear... It must be awful, hmmm?
Mel: The fuck? This is the women's --
Scrybe: Oh pardon my manners, my name is Samael Scrybe and I came here because you look a bit lost, Ms. Rhodes.
Mel: Lost? I'm not the one walking in on girls... Look, you know what? Whatever it is you're selling, I'm not buying.
She goes to grab her International Title and leave, but is stopped by Samael who places a gentle hand on her arm. She visibly stiffens, but doesn't move, glowering at the man.
Scrybe: I sell you nothing for I do not come with wares to peruse nor useless bobbles to hawk. I want to help you, Melinda.
Mel: Oh you wanna' help me?
She finally pulls her arm free, but otherwise doesn't make a move to leave.
Scrybe: Indeed I do, yes. For you see as I have observed, you could be far more than you are right now.
Mel: Really? How do you figure that?
Scrybe: I can see in you a great well of darkness that you have only drank from once, and it made you powerful. It allowed you to vanquish a hated foe and become the very thing you always wished to be.
A champion.
Mel stares at him with a hardened, steely gaze.
Scrybe: Now your enemies are amassing against you, looking to strip you of your pride and your prize. Now I am but a humble guide, an advisor if you will, and I could help you tap into that well and not experience any of the nagging guilt and regrets that kept you from partaking of more than just a sip from the font of dark purity within you.
Mel: Okay, I've heard just about enough. Get out....
Scrybe: I don't require an answer now, just think about it, Ms. Rhodes.
Melinda turns and grabs her bat from her bag. When the Rebel turns, ready to strike, Samael is no longer there. Even the area he stood upon seems undisturbed.
Mel: ....The fuck is going on?
ANYTHING GOES NO DQ MATCH
ROB GARCIA
VS AJ JOHNSON
Aiello: Well that was .. just weird .. lets um .. our next match
Stroup: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A ANYTHING GOES, NO DQ MATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST!!!!
The arena goes dark except for the fans cell phones... ??I wear a mean dark pair of shades.. ?? plays threw out the arena and the crowd errupt in "boo's!" The music hits and the lights come on! Rob Garcia is standing at the top of the stage with his back to the audience, legs spread apart and his arms pointing out to his sides, fists clenched. His hair is in a supposed to be in a man bun, but his hair is to short, so it looks like a pit bulls tail when its been snippet.
Rob spins around to face the audience and he has over sized gucci glasses on and a goofy grin on his face. He starts to walk down toward the ring, stopping and pointing to a fan and mock them and talk some smack. When fans try to high five him, Rob pulls back his hands sycing them out or completely dodging their hands. He continues down the asile way, smiling walking with proudly, slightly bobbing his head side to side.
He gets to the ring, jogs up the steps, looks around and yells "Ya! Bay-baaaaay!" Walks along the ring apron, enters the ring between the middle rope walks around in a circle with his index fingers pointing at himself, then looks towards the hard camera takes off his shades points at the camera and does the HBK pose as fire works goes off.
Stroup: FROM BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA, HE STANDS SIX FEET TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS....
RRRRRRRROB GGGGAAAAARRRRCCCCIIIIAAA!!!
Bennett: This Rob Garcia guy, he makes me laugh... Tha' Mexican Jumpin' Bean!
Aiello: That's racist!
Bennett: He's mexican, kinda' got a bean shaped torso, and he jumps alot. Tell me how statin' the facts is racist!
Aiello: It just is Steven! Jesus!
Carter: *Snickering*
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.
Once in the ring, AJ continues mocking the crowd as the boos are beginning to overtake the Arena. Before the ring announcer can begin talking AJ snatches the microphone and gestures for the announcer to walk away as he begins to tap the top of the microphone.
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 looks over at Rob Garcia and leans on the ropes in the corner of the ring as he begins smirking towards the crowd.
AJ Johnson: Whatup Mexipup? LET'S DO THIS!
He then tosses the microphone casually out of the ring, the feedback noise as it bounces off the floor and breaks akin to nails on a chalkboard. Everyone cringes until a ring attendant flicks the switch on the bottom. AJ just laughs.
Aiello: Ow... ow ow ow.... it jiggles my brainstem!
Bennett: LOOK AT ALL YALL SQUIRM! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Carter: It's right in my headset! Jesus Christ that's bad!!
The Referee joins both men, gives them a quick looking over, then motions for the bell.
DING DING DING
Immediately the two lock up with AJ Johnson taking direct control, pulling Garcia into a sideheadlock, followed by an immediate takedown. Garcia fights and struggles against Johnson, slowly pushing up with his legs.
Aiello: Classic wrestling start with a sideheadlock takedown
After a moment of struggle, Garcia pushes himself up and shoves AJ off. AJ turns with a clothesline, gets caught by the arm and pulled into a hiptoss, but AJ blocks him, slips around, hooks Garcia's arm and pulls him into a powerslam and quick pin!
ONE-KICKOUT!
Carter: Powerslam and a pin this early?
Bennett: Maybe he wants to wear down Mexipup some more
Immediately Garcia kicks out and shoves AJ off. Garcia rolls to his feet with AJ coming in for a rear grapple, looking for a backbridge, but Garcia back elbows him in the face and snapmares him to the canvas!
Aiello: Stop that!
Bennett: Stop what?!
Carter: Garcia back in this with a Snapmare as my co-workers argue over political correctness apparently.
Garcia then runs for the ropes, leaps onto the second rope, and flips off with a lionsault, but AJ is quick to move out of the way, letting Garcia eat nothing but canvas.
Carter: Ooooo Crash and Burn!
Garcia gets to his feet quickly just as AJ runs, jumps onto the top rope, and leaps off with a fast and snappy springboard dropkick, rocking the man off his feet!
Aiello: Johnson keeping the pressure on with a springboard dropkick and still going!
AJ then runs to the nearest corner, vaults to the top, and backflips with a moonsault of his own in one fluid motion, crashing across the prone Rob Garcia, hooking the leg for another pin!
ONE!!
TWO-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: Picture perfect Moonsault and a kickout by Garcia
AJ snaps his finger with a 'Damnit' look on his face. Gathering Rob G up, he suddenly eats a chop to the chest, followed another and another. Garcia drives AJ back with blistering chops to the chest, followed by a grip of the arm and an Irish whip. Garcia ducks forward too soon, AJ leaps over him and goes for a sunset flip, but Garcia back rolls right out of it and hits a low orbit standing dropkick to AJ's face, followed by a standing moonsault for a quick pin of his own!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: It looked like Garcia was about to fall prey to a sunset flip but in the end, AJ wound up the one kicked in the face and pinned for a two count.
Both men part and get to their feet, AJ catching Rob with a thumb to the eye followed by a boot to the gut, front facelock, arm over the shoulder, a kick of the leg and a crisp and fluid snap suplex on the canvas, followed by an immediate roll over and a pin!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
T-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: The pinfalls are flying in this match right here!
Aiello: Both men want to end this match as fast as possible it seems!
Carter: They probably have parties and hot dates to attend.
Bennett: I wouldn't put it past either of them.
Once again, Garcia kicks out, leaving AJ showing signs of visible frustration. Both men get to their feet, AJ with his back to Garcia and immediately he back flips, taking a gamble and it paying off with a Pele kick right to the temple of Garcia that sends him stumbling and falling through the ropes. He grabs on and pulls himself to a seat on the apron, shaking his head and seemingly disoriented.
Aiello: Impressive blind Pele kick makes it's mark and Rob Garcia is nearly driven right out of the ring.
Bennett: Say what you will about AJ Johnson, but the kid can almost feel his way around that ring, like a Hollywood Ninja.
"RRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" AJ roars as he runs straight at Garcia who doesn't seem to have time to get out of the way and instead, gets drilled off the apron with a baseball slide dropkick to his hip. He falls off the apron and to the floor with a sharp cry of pain.
Carter: And that screaming baseball slide right into Garcia's hip will not do him any favors!
AJ joins Garcia outside the ring, who is had only just gotten back to his feet with a hand his hip and staggering with pain. AJ assumes a mock karate pose and shouts out, "HEY ROB!"
Carter: DON'T DO IT ROB!!!
Bennett: DO IT! TURN AROUND! HE'S GOT TAQUILLA AND BURRITOS FOR YOU!
Aiello: *Facepalms so hard you can hear it over the audio*
"WHAT?!" Rob shouts as he turns around. In a move that surprises AJ, Garcia catches his foot. Rob smiles, laughs and wags his finger only to get caught by the other foot in the side of his head via a standing Enziguri! Garcia falls left and onto his knees, still holding a finger up until he falls face first to the floor.
Bennett: BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Aiello: Some nights, I fucking hate you Steve.
Bennett: Come give daddy a kiss, Joe!
Carter: That Enziguri did a number on Rob Garcia and what's AJ doing now...
AJ then gathers Rob up and slings him towards the ringsteps for a violent impact that dislodges them from their position and leaves Rob draped over the bottom steps in agony. AJ quickly slides under the ropes and back out to reset the count.
Aiello: Ooof, it's never a good day when you eat some steel steps! Johnson resets the count out and goes back out to do more damage!
As Garcia gets up a bit groggy, AJ grabs the back of his head and yanks him back, only for Rob to grip the steps to stop him, then elbow him in the ribs, apply a snapmare type hold and whip his face right into the steel with a vicious impact! Garcia pulls back, shooting a tired smile to the fans while tapping his temple and nodding.
Carter: The tables have turned and AJ Johnson just ate the steel.
Aiello: Looks like Rob's got a plan!
He then turns and begins slamming AJ's face into the steel over and over and on the last smack, he jumps up with two handfulls of hair and just smashes AJ's face into the steps one last time, Johnson falling onto his back with a dazed look.
Aiello: Over and over again AJ's face just gets battered right into those riveted steel steps!
Bennett: I have tasted diamond plate steps many many times in my life and it's never pleasent.
Garcia then gathers AJ up and slings him into the ring, promptly following right behind him. He gathers AJ up and tosses him into a corner. There he sets him up, a wiley, mischevious grin on his face as he chuckles with maniacle glee, feeling the end is nigh....
Aiello: Garcia now in the ring with AJ and setting him up for something big off the top rope!
As he sets up AJ for a suplex, AJ hooks his leg and grabs the top rope with one arm. Garcia pulls again and gets a stiff punch in the ribs, followed by another and another until his body visibly sags. AJ locks his arm around Garcia's neck and pulls him up onto the top rope with him.
Aiello: AJ Counters and now he's pulling Garcia up with him...
Carter: We're in the danger zone, Fellas!
Bennett: *Making his voice extra gravelly and 'macho'* WOOOOOOO YYYEEEAAAAUUUHHH!!!
AJ then lifts Garcia up vertical, leaps off with a spin and smashes Rob Garcia neck and shoulders first right on the turnbuckle cable, Garcia thrashing and flailing back into the ring in a spasming heap! Johnson falls to his knees, still dazed from the violent head slams into the ring steps.
Carter: BBBBRRRRAAAAIIIIINNNN BBBBUUUUSSSSTTTAAAAHHHH!!!
Bennett: You sound like a mental deficient when you say it like that, but goddamn what a move!
Aiello: HE MAY HAVE JUST BROKE ROB GARCIA'S NECK!!!
There's a devious, almost psychotic gleam in his eye as AJ licks his lips like a hungry wolf. He doesn't go for the pin though, opting for a more spectacular finish than that.....
Aiello: Just pin the man already! You've won!
He gathers Rob Garcia up and delivers a stiff boot to the gut, then straddles the back of his head. He shouts out, "WELCOME TO MY SHOW BBBAAAYYYBAAAAAAYYYY!" Wildly thrashes his head back and forth, then flips forward to drill Garcia to the canvas with a little move he calls...
Aiello: THE DAY DREAMER!!!
On impact, he rolls Gracia on his back and hooks the leg!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHRRRREEE!!!
DING DING DING!
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY PINFALL.... AAAAAJJJJJJJJ JJJJJOOOOHHHHNNNNNSSSSSOOOOOONNNNNN!!!!
AJ leaps up from his devastated foes body and throws his fists in the air, screaming, "YYYYEEEEAAAAAAHHH BBAAAYBAAAAYYY WHO'S THA' MMMMAAAAANNNN??!!!"
Bennett: AJ Johnson may be a loud mouth braggadocious pretty boy, but he's my kinda' loud mouth braggadocious pretty boy!
Aiello: Johnson with a clear and decisive victory in this match up tonight. KOBK sent a difinitive message to the Revanents with this match!
He jumps up and down, thrashing wildly as if the victory gave him insane energy and strength, flinging sweat from his hair alone in multiple directions as his music plays loud and proud over the PA system.
Carter: Look at him go! You'd almost swear he didn't just wrestle a hard fought match!
AJ then rolls out of the ring and bobs his head in celebration. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Rob Garcia is helped up by the referee who gives him the bad news. Garcia kicks at the ropes and misses, falling back to a seat, still dazed and disoriented from the head trauma he had just experienced.
Aiello: Tough break, Rob Garcia. Better luck next Monday!
Bennett: I know next time I tell that boy to bring me some goddamn Taco Bell, he better damnit it bring me some Taco Bell!
Aiello: Steve.... I can't even...
Bennett: AND YOU NEVER WILL... AHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!
Carter: We'll be right back after these messages and a possible class action lawsuit if Steve keeps it up...
Bennett: You know you love me boys and this place would suck donkey's balls without me! Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta' go piss.
Rob Garcia walks backstage as ladder comes close to falling onto him. He continues to walk thinking nothing of it and then an electrical cord falls from the ceiling with just a little bit of electricity left and almost hits him.
The scene then cuts to Anthony Grunge who is in a broom closet. He gives a smirk and then puts a voodoo Doll that looks like Rob Garcia onto a shelf.
Anthony Grunge then takes the Skull of Sha Na NA and points it at his face kisses it. He then closes the broom closet.
There's pure darkness. Anthony Grunge then leaves us with a playful yet sinister laugh
We open backstage to find Melinda Rhodes standing before the red and black Monday Night Brawl Banner, a sweet smile on her face as she looks into the camera. She's dressed in full ring gear, her championship resting comfortably on her shoulder.
Rebel: Why is it when I show people respect, they always take that respect and shove it straight up my tattooed ass? First off, Jackson Knox...
She leaned her back against the banner, that wry little smirk never leaving her face.
Rebel: Honestly, my only complaint with you is you talk way too much guy. Seriously, just take a breath and relax. You don't need to tell me the whole book, just read off the important parts.
Mel tilted her head the other way, brushing strands of black hair from her face.
Rebel: As for Nostalgia? oh my poor, sweet Leonard Lutter. You took the road most traveled and attacked my personal issues by blowing them well out of proportion and focusing almost exclusively on them while making a mockery out of both me and Jackson. Now Knox, I could understand you knocking, but considering you and I have fought on the same side, I felt we'd have a little better understanding and appreciation of each other. Sadly, I gave you respect and in return, you metaphorically spit in my face.
The Rebel slowly shook her head.
Rebel: I don't care how fucking tall you are. Knox doesn't know me and is a nervous sort, so I could easily expect the words that came out of your mouth springing forth from his. Instead, it was you, a person who I have talked with from time to time and was always fairly respectful to me face to face. Now that my back is turned and you're in front of a camera as my opponent, you felt free to go wholesale trash on my ass.
She stepped in closer to the camera and the smirk became a little smile.
Rebel: Leonard, I seriously can't tell if you're on the side of good or not. You make it so goddamned difficult to get behind you sometimes but tonight, I swear..... When the dust is settled and I've kicked your big ass pillar to post, win or lose, Just like you said to me, I don't want to hear any fucking excuses from you either.
Gently she strokes the edge of the camera lens as if affectionately patting the cheek of another.
Rebel: Also If you were a true intellectual, then you'd have come off more like Kestrel and less like a pretentious jackass. Sadly, you're just another big guy with an extended vocabulary, trying to overcompensate for what you lack. I mean seriously? Flesh Light? That's what you choose to call me? Motherfucker, I'm the pickiest flesh light you've ever known and sadly, I'm pretty sure the battery operated one you use at home tells you no too, son. You probably have to get your right hand drunk and even then, the palm says no but you say go. Nostalgia, professional right hand rapist, everybody. Be sure to wear rubber gloves for protection when he's around you.
She gave one final pat to the camera lens.
Rebel: Now, gentlemen, a wise man once said that it is better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're stupid, rather than opening your mouth up and proving them right.
And with that she shoved the lens, spinning the camera on it's swivel and walked off. The scene promptly cuts back to ringside.
She leaned her back against the banner, that wry little smirk never leaving her face.
Rebel: Honestly, my only complaint with you is you talk way too much guy. Seriously, just take a breath and relax. You don't need to tell me the whole book, just read off the important parts.
Mel tilted her head the other way, brushing strands of black hair from her face.
Rebel: As for Nostalgia? oh my poor, sweet Leonard Lutter. You took the road most traveled and attacked my personal issues by blowing them well out of proportion and focusing almost exclusively on them while making a mockery out of both me and Jackson. Now Knox, I could understand you knocking, but considering you and I have fought on the same side, I felt we'd have a little better understanding and appreciation of each other. Sadly, I gave you respect and in return, you metaphorically spit in my face.
The Rebel slowly shook her head.
Rebel: I don't care how fucking tall you are. Knox doesn't know me and is a nervous sort, so I could easily expect the words that came out of your mouth springing forth from his. Instead, it was you, a person who I have talked with from time to time and was always fairly respectful to me face to face. Now that my back is turned and you're in front of a camera as my opponent, you felt free to go wholesale trash on my ass.
She stepped in closer to the camera and the smirk became a little smile.
Rebel: Leonard, I seriously can't tell if you're on the side of good or not. You make it so goddamned difficult to get behind you sometimes but tonight, I swear..... When the dust is settled and I've kicked your big ass pillar to post, win or lose, Just like you said to me, I don't want to hear any fucking excuses from you either.
Gently she strokes the edge of the camera lens as if affectionately patting the cheek of another.
Rebel: Also If you were a true intellectual, then you'd have come off more like Kestrel and less like a pretentious jackass. Sadly, you're just another big guy with an extended vocabulary, trying to overcompensate for what you lack. I mean seriously? Flesh Light? That's what you choose to call me? Motherfucker, I'm the pickiest flesh light you've ever known and sadly, I'm pretty sure the battery operated one you use at home tells you no too, son. You probably have to get your right hand drunk and even then, the palm says no but you say go. Nostalgia, professional right hand rapist, everybody. Be sure to wear rubber gloves for protection when he's around you.
She gave one final pat to the camera lens.
Rebel: Now, gentlemen, a wise man once said that it is better to keep your mouth shut and let people think you're stupid, rather than opening your mouth up and proving them right.
And with that she shoved the lens, spinning the camera on it's swivel and walked off. The scene promptly cuts back to ringside.
TRIPLE THREAT - NON TITLE MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS JACKSON KNOX
VS REBEL RHODES
NOSTALGIA
VS JACKSON KNOX
VS REBEL RHODES
Aiello: Welcome back to Brawl my friends .. we are in for a good one .. we just heard from Rebel backstage and she will be joining us shortly
Carter: It's a triple threat match featuring our very own EWC International Champion .. Rebel Rhodes. She will be taking on Nostalgia and Jackson Knox
Stroup: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A TRIPLE THREAT MATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! INTRODUCING FIRST....
The lights go out at a local EWC House Show. A red spotlight shifts around the arena as the beat to Childish Gambino’s“Redbone” plays throughout the arena.
“DAYLIGHT”
The red spotlight gets to the ramp entrance to find Nostalgia and Jenny coming through the curtain. Nostalgia gives Jenny a ballroom dancing spin onto the ramp. Nostalgia is moving his arms, hands, and fingers back and forth like a music composer. Jenny is standing in place doing some odd half dance. Doing “Cat Hands,” to Nostalgia, while seductively gyrating her hips. Nostalgia is bopping his head and shoulders slowly to match the beat.
Jessica Stroup: HAILING FROM PINE BARRENS, NEW JERSEY!!!!
“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!”
On hearing his name, Nostalgia takes a bow. Then does a kind of stutter 2- step over to Jenny. Nostalgia grabs the arm of Jenny and again spins her down the ramp. Jenny gives a few revolutions then dramatically drops to her knees.
“STAY WOKE!”
Nostalgia runs, jumps, and dives over Jenny. He pops up and throws out his arms in celebration. Jenny runs up and hops on his back. While giving Jenny a piggyback ride, they run around the ring High-Fiving and Fist-Bumping Fans.
“NOW STAY WOKE”
Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FEET AND SEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY NINE POUNDS....
Nostalgia jumps on the apron, as he does, Jenny slides off his back, and lands on her feet on the outside. Nostalgia does the 2-finger salute to Jenny, who courtesies back. Nostalgia grabs the top rope and hops over, into the ring.
“DON'T YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!”
Nostalgia circles the ring with his arms spread wide, palms up, signaling for the fans to make some noise. Nostalgia hops on the middle turnbuckle closest to Jenny and throws up the “X.” with his arms as the beat fades away.
Stroup: THE PROPHET OF PAIN.... NNNNNNOOOOOOSSSTTTTAAAALLLLGGGGIIIAAAA!!!
Aiello: You know, I'm not exactly sure what to make of Nostalgia at this point.
Carter: Mr. Lutter sure did pull a 180 with his recent promo and really cut into Rebel Rhodes hard in a way that came across as almost petty.
Aiello: It's rumored that he's suffering from a Bi Polar disorder, so I personally would take his words with a grain of salt
Carter: Rebel sure as hell didn't. You did see that little promo she cut earlier, right?
Bennett: Waaah waaaaaahhhh. Bitch please. Nostalgia said it right, she's a drama queen and needs to settle those bitch tits of hers right on down.
Stroup: AND THE NEXT COMPETITOR...
’Bring Your Whole Crew’ by DMX hits and there is an echo of cheers that come from the arena. Out from the back walks Jackson Knox, wearing a big smirk on his face he walks out and starts doing his signature capriora dancing while he makes his way to the ring. When he gets inside of the ring he does a couple flips off of some of the turnbuckles and jumps onto the ropes throwing one hand in the air. He jumps down, walks over to the turnbuckle, turns and leans back into it relaxing, waiting for the match to begin.
Stroup: HAILING FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN... STANDING AT FIVE FEET - EIGHT INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE POUNDS, "THE BEAST" JJJJJJAAAAACCCCCCCKSSSSSOOOOOOONNNN KNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOXXXXXX!!!!
Bennett: WooooWEE can that son of a bitch run his mouth. I was watching his promo earlier and was like, "Is this guy ever gonna' shut up?" He just kept going on and on and on, repeating himself.
Aiello: To be fair, it's his only his second match in EWC and he's going up against some heavy hitters. I'd be nervous as hell in his shoes too.
Stroup: AND FINALLY...
#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME....
#...DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOVE... A BAD NAME!
#FUCK YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Atreyu's cover of Bon Jovi's classic, "You Give Love a Bad Name" assaults the P/A system. Through the curtains steps a fit, pale skinned, raven haired and heavily tattooed woman. Her dark brown eyes wander over the crowd as she stands upon the stage, taking it all in for a moment. On her face we find dark crimson painted on her full lips and red highlighted black eye shadow over her eyes. Her modest chest is contained by a fringed red and blue leather vest, her ass covered by black and silver tights. She sports standard black pads on her elbows and knees, with knee high laced wrestling boots to match. On her wrists are red, white, and blue bands. Upon her hips rests a thick black leather belt with a large and square silver buckle that reads in an ornate font, "REBEL." Upon her shoulder is a gleaming International Championship belt.
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. Melinda hoists the belt high over her head to the crowd, nodding her head with a rather big smile on her face.
Jessica Stroup: FROM CORTEZ, COLORADO, STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO POUNDS...
THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!
RRRRRREEEEBBBBBEEEEEELLLLL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!
The crowd pops and Melinda raises her arm with a three fingered salute to the fans. She then passes off the belt to the referee who then hands it over to a ring attendant. Melinda then immediately gets up close and personal with Nostalgia, the smiles fading as the two began trading insults back and forth. Jackson Knox stays just at arms length, watching and waiting...
Carter: That didn't take long at all.
Bennett: Hell she placed most of the heat on him, though I don't know why. Maybe 'cause the truth stings more than any fiction out there?
Aiello: It's hard to imagine two people working together as they have against common foes, only for him to turn around and say the things he said about her.
The Ref motions for the bell!
DING DING DING
Wasting no time, Melinda suddenly belts Nostalgia hard with a throat punch that sends him staggering back with gagging, choked coughs and clutching his neck. The Rebel turns and blows past Jackson Knox to hit the ropes behind him. He turns and immediately eats a flying clothesline that rocks him off his feet, but he rolls with the motion and is back up in a flash. At that point, Melinda is already rebounding off the opposite ropes. She leaps at him, wraps her legs around his head and looks to bring him down with a headscissor, but instead he shoves her right off before she can land the hold, Melinda landing hard on her rear, but getting to her feet just in time to eat a running big boot from Nostalgia! The Rebel lands on the canvas in a sprawled heap of pain.
Aiello: What a start to this match! The Rebel looking to keep both opponents on their toes, but Knox tosses the Rebel off in mid head scissor and she eats a boot from Nostalgia!!!
Carter: That looked like it hurt!
Bennett: GO NOS!! BEAT THA' TATTOOS OFF HER TRAILER TRASH ASS!!!
Knox moves in on Nostalgia, battering him with hard lefts and rights, spinning kicks, driving his bigger foe back, only to suddenly be caught by the face and shoved back in one move. Knox back rolls on the landing and rushes at Nostalgia, leaping up and latching onto him with a body scissor and battering the big man with several hard lefts before pulling him into a standing Jujigatame, his full weight hanging off of Nostalgia's large frame as he cranks the arm!
Aiello: And Now Jackson Knox has Nostalgia locked up in a standing Jujigatame Armbar.
Carter: He may very well tear that arm right out of the socket before this match is good and hot!
Suddenly The Rebel's back on her feet and rushing in full steam ahead with a running dropkick that sends Nostalgia and Knox through the ropes to the ring outside!
Aiello: Nice dropkick sending both men to the outside, Rhodes taking full advantage here!
The two men get up and the Rebel rushes full steam at the ropes with a suicide plancha, driving both men to the floor in a heap!
Carter: And tha' SSSUUUIIICCCIIIDDEE PLLLANCHA!!!
Bennett: You sound like a doofy goof when you say that word like that!
Rebel springs to her feet as Nostalgia sits up and she runs, hitting him with a low orbit dropkick to the face that rolls him onto all fours. She then gets up and slings Knox straight into the Spanish announce table, promptly smacking his face into the wood. Noticing something out of the corner of her eye, Melinda has little time to react as the freight train that is Nostalgia comes barreling at her with a running clothesline. She ducks the move and starts peppering him with knuckle punches to the torso, driving him back towards the table with each and every painful shot.
Aiello: Rhodes showing her knowledge of the human anatomy and pressure points with debilitating knuckle shots in all the right places on Nostalgia!
She's suddenly caught from behind with a sleeper hold by Knox, turned away from Nostalgia who leans on the table while clutching at his agonized and now tender ribs. The Rebel struggles as he synches the hold in, managing to get a few elbows to his ribs, followed by a back headbutt into his forehead that staggers him back a step and forces him to drop the hold. The Rebel turns around and is immediately jacked with a hard punch from Nostalgia that has her seeing stars and she drops to one knee.
Aiello: Knox with a sleeper hold, but he doesn't hold the Rebel too long,
He then gathers her by the throat, lifts her up and Chokeslams the Rebel through a table with a loud
*KRAKRUNCHKT!*
Carter: What a SAVAGE Chokeslam through the table by Nostalgia!
Bennett: I don't see him bust out that move too often, he must have heard all that shit Rebel had to say about him earlier in the evening.
While she's laid out, Nostalgia rolls back into the ring to find that Jackson Knox was back in the ring and already making a mad dash for him! He fakes high, only to drop low with a sweep kick to take Nostalgia's legs right out from under him! Nos gets back up, only to eat a full running F-U Kinshasa knee kick to the face! On impact, Knox hooks the leg for a pin!
Aiello: F-U AND THE FIRST PIN OF THE NIGHT!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHH-BROKEN UP!
The Rebel had hopped onto the apron and just before the ref could make that third count, she slingshot herself up and over to crash across both men with a body splash! She immediately rolls with the impact, skidding to a low crouch and watching as Knox got up. She then bolted straight for him with great speed, leaping up, and catching him with a running DDT to the canvas!
Aiello: Running Single Arm DDT on Knox by Rhodes!
On impact, she rolls to her feet, vaults to the nearest corner, and moonsaults off for a spectacular Pin finish!
Carter: And a beautifully executed Moonsault pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
TTHHRR-KICKOUT!!!
Knox throws a shoulder up out of instinct, still suffering the effects of that DDT, and the Rebel gathers him up, only to drop him back down quickly to bring her arms up to block several boxing-style blows by Nostalgia. Melinda ducks, weaves, and blocks each thunderous blow, her boxing footwork on display as she starts to match him move for move, sneaking in jabs here and strikes there. His reach advantage really kept her from getting in close, doing only minimal damage with fully extended jabs. Slowly The Rebel finds herself being backed up into a corner...
Bennett: I think The Rebel is regretting Nostalgia droppin' his no hittin' women policy here!
Aiello: Melinda Rhodes doing her best to deflect and avoid those blows as Nostalgia drives her back into a corner.
Carter: She'll be trapped if he succeeds!
Jackson watches the two and then rushes in behind Nostalgia with a hard drop kick to the big man that practically forces him to sandwhich The Rebel right there in the corner!
Bennett: OOOH!!! Bet that ain't the first sandwhich that Rebel Rhodes was the meat for!
Carter: Steve, you're sickening.
Aiello: Boys, don't make me separate you!
Nostalgia stumbles back as Melinda falls down for a seat in the corner, arms hooked on the second ropes as the wind was practically crushed out of her with the big man's full weight coming down on her. He turns and eats a spinning back kick to his jaw, which rocks his head to one side, followed by a fast Savate kick to the jaw that sends him flailing back into the corner and once again, all Melinda can do is widen her eyes in horror as an ass covered in 289 lbs. of sinew and muscle falls straight into her face!
Carter: That's alotta' ass in that face!
Aiello: Knox is using Nostalgia to practically smash poor Melinda Rhodes in that corner!
Nos picks himself up and comes back at Knox with a vengeance, going for a clothesline, which his smaller, more nimble opponent ducks. Knox catches Nostalgia from behind by the head and hits a falling reverse DDT on the canvas! On impact, he goes for another cover!
Aiello: Clothesline ducked, Falling reverse DDT and a pin!!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR-PULLED OFF!!!
Melinda shoves herself from her seated position and pulls Knox off by one foot. Jackson pushes himself onto one foot, hopping while Melinda holds that foot as if she were about to put a hold on, only for him to flip forward and shove that balancing foot right into her jaw, the Rebel's head snapping back as she falls into the ropes, hooking her arms in them and clutching at her jaw! It was then that she realized.... she dun fucked up.
Aiello: Nice counter kick by Knox Setting Mel up for...
Melinda started to push up from the ropes, but it was too late as Knox dialed a 619 spinning feint kick right into her face, her own attempts to escape adding a bit of dramatic flare to her motions as she flies back, arms flailing as she hits the canvas on her shoulders, rolling onto her knees, and falling prone to the canvas!
Aiello: ...THE SIX ONE NINE!!
Carter: She ate all of that kick with interest!
Bennett: Dialed it right up all over dat face!
Nostalgia was slow to rise as Jackson smiles at his large, lumbering target. Pulling back on the ropes, he hops onto the top and springs off with a satellite DDT, drilling the big man skull first to the canvas!
Aiello: Jackson Knox continuing to dominate here with a steep 720 Satellite DDT drilling Nostalgia to the canvas!
Instead of going for the pin, he sees Melinda Rhodes getting to her feet and crouches down low. Melinda turns just as he rushes in with a running dropkick, but Melinda side steps with her head ducked, the kick missing her by mere inches. Knox hit's the canvas, The Rebel enters a spin and Knox hops to his feet only to eat the most devastating right hand punches he's ever taken from a woman in his life. He's rocked off his feet and the Rebel falls with him, draping herself across his body for a pin!
Carter: WHAT A PUNCH!
Aiello: Straight out of the Mike Tyson playbook with a pin!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!
T-BREAK UP!!!
Before the Ref's hand even rises fresh from the two count, Nostalgia batters Melinda's back with a clubbing blow.
Aiello: The Pin's broken up by Nostalgia now!
Bennett: He should break more than a pin! Break that Flesh Light in half kid!
Nostalgia then gathers Melinda up and hoists her up on his shoulders, looking to hit the Pavlov's Bell. As he begins to spin, the Rebel kicks her legs out, spins off his shoulders, catches him in a 3/4th's Necklock and together they crash to the canvas with a Shot through the Heart Diamond Cutter! The Rebel rises from the impact letting out a loud, "AAAAWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!"
Aiello: SHOT THROUGH THE HEART OUTTA' PAVLOV'S BELL!
Carter: She saved her ass by the skin of her teeth!
Bennett: BOOOO! YOU SUCK REBEL!!!! BOOOOOO!!!
Carter: Will you stop?
Bennett: Uh, how's about no?
As Melinda bends forward, hands on her knees to catch her breath for a moment, we see Jackson Knox now slowly rise onto all fours, Melinda watching him and waiting, crouched low .. The Rebel bursts at Knox full speed and bowls him over with a devastating RHODES KILL spear! She hits him so hard, one of his shoes flies off of his feet in some random direction. When he hits the canvas, she hooks his leg for the pin while Nostalgia is fighting and failing to get to his feet fast enough!
Aiello: RHODES KILL ON KNOX STRAIGHT INTO A PIN!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHHRRRREEEE!!!
DING DING DING
Nostalgia manages a brutal stomp on Melinda Rhodes, but it was too little too late! With the bell rung, Jessica Stroup does her thing.
Bennett: DAMNIT MAN! TOO LITTLE TOO LATE!!!
Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL! RRRRREEEEBBBBBBEEEEEELLLLLLL RRRRHHHHHOOOOODDDDDEEEESSSS!!!
Melinda gets to her feet, clutching at her chest with a fist in the air. Her fist doesn't remain raised long as Nostalgia brutally boots her in the gut, whips her up onto his shoulders, spins, and drills her to the canvas with a Piledriver finish he calls PAVLOV'S BELL!! The Rebel lays out on the canvas, a pained look on her semi conscious face.
Aiello: Nostalgia clearly not happy with Rebel picking up the victory here!!!
Nostalgia crouches down, gets right in her face and spits in it with disgust. He then says, "Now you can say I spit in your face, Rhodes!"
Bennett: That's mah boy! You treat that trash like tha' trash she is by God!
With that he rises to his feet, turns and exits the ring with a bit of swagger in his step.
Aiello: ...We'll be right back after a quick word from our sponsors... holy hell what a crazy match.
TAG TEAM MATCH
HOUSEWIVES
VS REVENANTS
[NEO JAMES CARNER & KEITH WILLIAMS]
HOUSEWIVES
VS REVENANTS
[NEO JAMES CARNER & KEITH WILLIAMS]
Aiello: It’s time for Tag Team action! Ladies and Gentlemen lets go to the ring!
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a TAG TEAM contest! Introducing first from California, they are Neo James Carner, Keith Williams… THE REVENANT!
The arena is plunged into darkness as "Roman Holiday" by Every Time I Die screeches its way out of the speakers, triggering the attention of those in attendance to the stage where dark blue lights have started to go off. As the tempo of the song picks up, it can barely be seen that someone has made their way out in the middle of the darkness, planting themselves in the middle of the stage. As the opening lyrics are shouted out, the lights come back on and we're shown the back of Keith Williams and NJC.
Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd, as NJC walks right next to him on their way to the ring. They slowly saunter their way down the rampway to ringside, taking their time to taunt fans on either side of him. As he reaches they ring, Keith goes to enter by rolling under the bottom rope, but hesitates for a moment to thrust against it to the beat of the song, eventually getting to his feet and treating everyone with another round of mustache strokes for good measure. 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.
Williams mounts the turnbuckle nearest to him, hopping up to the middle rope and posing with his arms spread wide. As the music dies down, KW abandons his post and tosses his vest to a company stooge on the outside, taking to practicing his elbows in the corner before the match begins.
The arena goes dark as the dramatic brass of Nautilius by Anna Meredith bursts out across the arena. A rainbow of colored lasers play over the crowd. A voice booms out;
HUMAN LIFE IS SHORT...
The lasers all swing round to focus on the middle of the stage, a huge pink and blue pyro explodes
... LEGENDS LAST FOREVER!
Two figures emerge from the haze, to rapturous cheers from the crowd. They take a moment to survey the battleground before them.
Jessica Stroup: And their opponents, they hail from Brighton, England and journey across the spacetime continuum, with a combined weight of 486lbs, The Real Housewives of Fortune and Glory!
The crowd explodes as Bazrat the Mary jumps up onto the barrier, high-fiving his fans. As the awesome form of Krakatoa Thunderbitch walks confidently down to the ring.
Bazrat: Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Housewives clamber into the ring, and share their secret handshake; a clasp, a twist, knock elbows, flick fingers and snap! Now they are ready to begin.
Bennett: The Real Housewives… This awta be interesting.
DING! DING! DING!
The match starts out with Bazrat and NJC in the ring. They quickly tie up and Bazrat backs NJC up into the corner where they ref has to break them up. Bazrat taps NJC on the cheek with a grin and NJC responds with a hard slap across the face that sends Bazrat to the mat in shock! Bouncing around trying to get to his feet, he looks back at NJC with a look of shock like he can’t believe he just did that. Shaking it off, Bazrat finally gets back to his feet, and the two again meet in the middle of the ring. This time the tie up quickly shifts into Bazrat locking in a side headlock but NJC shoves him off into the ropes! Bazrat bounces back and ducks a clothsline from NJC, and heads to the otherside, NJC bounces off the near ropes and they both have the same idea and hit eachother at the exact same time with cross body blocks!!! They hit each other with a THUD and both fall to the mat!
Aiello: OHHH! Stalemate.
Carter: That was more then a stalemate, that looked like a head on collision on the Highway 65! They hit each other at full speed, and no neither are moving.
Bennett: I always enjoy a good car crash.
With both men now on the mat, with the wind knocked out of them, each of their partners are reaching for tags! NJC holding his stomach as he slowly crawls over to his corner and tags in Williams! Williams jumps in and tries to stop Bazrat from getting the tag but just before he can Bazrat leaps and tags in KTB!
Carter: OOOOOH boy!
KTB steps through the ropes and Williams stops in his tracks. Not intimidated, but not stupid either and going to run into a brick wall. KTB looks at Williams with a smile and she goes for a tie up but Williams ducks under it and kicks at the big woman’s legs! Trying to take the woman down, Williams hits the ropes and he bounces off and goes for a drop kick! But KTB catches his feet and Williams falls to the mat!
KTB keeps a hold of Williams feet and performs one rotation in a giant swing and Williams flies across the ring and through the ropes to the outside! NJC hops off the apron to check on his partner and as they look up KTB has picked up a running Bazrat and launched him through the air and Bazrat is flying over the top rope and crashing down on top of them! The crowd jumps to it’s feet!
“YYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!”
Carter: Boy oh boy look at the reaction to The Housewives!
Bazrat slaps hands with fans at ringside, and then grabs Williams and throws him in the ring. NJC immediately grabs Bazrat and hits him with a low blow!
“OOOOOOOHHHH!”
Aiello: AND… That’s the great Equalizer.
NJC puts the boots to Bazrat as Williams and KTB continue on the inside. KTB has Williams in the corner and she brings down monstrous chops down on his chest! Grabbing his wrist she sling shots him into the opposite corner and follows looking to level him with a clothsline, but Williams get’s his feet up at the last second and she catches a boot right to the face! Williams climbs the turnbuckle and waits for KTB to turn around and when she does he hops off the middle rope and comes crashing down with an elbow on her forehead! KTB is off her feet, and Williams starts working on her arm cranking in a cross arm breaker!
KTB uses her power to drag herself to the ropes and the ref calls for the break! Williams refuses and the ref shouts at him to break it, but he wont. Williams uses up EVERY last bit of that five count before releasing the arm breaker and then walks over to his corner, scowling at the ref as he tags in NJC. With Bazrat still struggling to get up on the arena floor, Williams jumps off the apron and picks up where NJC left off keeping Bazrat out of his corner.
Carter: I hate to say it but The Revenant is showing really good tag team skills here. They are using quick tags to keep Thunderbitch down, and using the illegal man to keep Bazrat on his heels and out of his corner. I’m really impressed with this strategy as a tag team.
Continuing to try to keep KTB off her feet, NJC Stomps on the back of the knee! He slowly picks her up off the mat, and sends her into the ropes, and drop kicks her in the knees and she comes crashing down to the mat! But at the same time we hear Williams crash into the steel steps and both Bazrat and Williams are down! With the replay to the outside we see that Williams was set to send Bazrat into the steps but Bazrat managed to reverse it and now both men are down on the outside!
NJC takes a few moments to check on Williams and then gets back in the ring just as KTB gets to her feet! He runs at her looking to again take out her legs but she levels him with a monstrous clothsline, and she falls down as well and now all four competitors are down!
Aiello: KTB just SENT NJC INSIDE OUT!
Carter: Yeah, but now everyone is down, and Bazrat is a long way from his corner.
Bennett: Come on! Get up you lazy Sons a bitches!
KTB starts to rise up looking for a tag but Bazrat is still making his way to his feet on the otherside of the ring! NJC rolls out of the ring, and KTB sees that no one is in her corner but then turns her attention to the outside and NJC is helping up Williams and KTB flies through the ropes with a suicide dive taking out both men and herself at the same time!!! The crowd loses their minds!!!
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
Carter: I can’t believe what I just saw!
Bennett: Now THAT’S what I’m talkin about!
Bazrat has now stumbled his way back into his corner, and gets up on the apron. KTB rolls NJC into the ring, and goes for a cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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KICKOUT!
NJC’s not done yet, as he kicks out with authority! Williams makes it back to his corner as KTB picks up NJC, and lifts him over her head!!!
Aiello: Look at the power from KTB!!!
KTB drops NJC on her shoulder and slams him down with a running powerslam!!! The crowd goes NUTS as she pops back up to her feet! She raises her arms into the air roaring with intensity and Bazrat taps her on the shoulder and tags in! He climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off over the head of KTB performing a perfect Guillotine legdrop! NJC appears to be out cold! Bazrat with the cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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Williams with the save!
Aiello: Good save from Williams or this one would be over!
Carter: I guess we can see how the houswives appear to be able to battle everyone through all space and time.
Bennett: Are you serious right now? Sometimes I just want to punch you in the face.
KTB comes across the ring, and Williams points her out to the ref as he backs into his corner. The ref turns around and Williams grabs Bazrat and keeps him from attacking NJC, but Bazrat spins him around and delivers blow after blow to Williams in the corner! Bazrat turns around and ducks a clothsline from NJC! NJC turns around and Bazrat executes a beautiful standing frankenstiener and hooks the legs! Just Williams falls to a seated position in the turnbuckle! Just as Bazrat hooks NJC’s leg KTB runs full speed across the ring and facewashes Williams!!!
“OOOOOHHHHH!!!”
The Ref with the count!
“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THRE— OHHHHHH!!!”
KICKOUT!
Aiello: I don’t know how! But Carner just narrowly escaped being pinned there!
Bazrat looks up at the ref exasperated holding up three fingers, asking the ref… But the ref shakes his head no, and insists that it was a two count! Bazrat, takes a deep breath and slowly gets back to his feet.
Carter: Bazrat can’t believe he didn’t have him there either.
With Williams and KTB now back in their respective corners, the match continues. NJC delivers three elbows to the mid section as Bazrat attempted to pick him up. Getting some distance from him Carner hits the ropes! He comes back at Bazrat with a head of steam and delivers a powerful running DDT! Bazrat is down holding his head and NJC lays on the mat holding breathing heavy, using this small moment to rest and catch his breath. Slowly he turns over reaching for a tag from Williams who looks still to be a bit dazed from the full speed facewash, but he makes the tag anyway. He gets in and grabs Bazrat, pulling him to his feet he spits in the face of KTB!
Carter: OHHHH, I don’t know if that was a good idea!
Bennett: It was an excellent idea! Watch this!
Bennett, seems to know exactly where this was going as of course KTB gets in the ring, and the ref runs over to stop her, giving the Revenants the opportunity for the double team!
Aiello: What are they doing here?
NJC sets up Bazrat for a suplex, as Williams stands behind. He suplexes Bazrat onto Williams shoulders who performs a powerbomb and NJC drops down with a neckbreaker! (*DWI Beer Money Finisher*)
Carter: Wow what a move!
Bennett: I’m telling you I like these two as a tag team!
NJC runs over and leaps over the ref getting a scuffle with KTB as Williams covers Bazrat!
ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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THREE!!!
Aiello: And that’s it! What a performance by BOTH teams! But The Revenant pulling out a new tag team move for the win!
DING! DING! DING!
Jessica Stroup: Here are your winners… Neo James Carner and Keith Williams… THE REVENANT!!!
Aiello: The RevEnant with a strong showing here tonight
Carter: Neo and Keith certainly worked well together, well enough to pick up the win here tonight
The Revenant high tail it out of there, as KTB goes to check on the out cold Bazrat. They each celebrate, as they back their way up the ramp .. as they celebrate their victory, the lights go out. A red spotlight circles the arena, and hits the top of the ramp as Redbone by Childish Gambino echoes through the arena. Within a few seconds Nostalgia limps onto the ramp after his battle with Rebel Rhodes and Jackson Knox. When he gets to the center of the stage, he signals for his music to be cut.
Nostalgia- Well, would you would look at that. Great match guys… golf clap …I just wanted to come out and apologize. It has been a rough few weeks for Nostalgia. So, I am sorry…Nostalgia pauses for dramatic effect… that the EWC Universe has yet to witness Nostalgia give these clowns the beat down they are due. Don’t worry boys. I have something special planned for you. May be next week, may be the week after, maybe a month from now. Since you guys are such a big fan of Pop culture references, let me put it to you like this… This is our version of the infamous Slapbet. I got one slap in, when I embarrassed your buddy Rob Garcia. But, I still have a few more hanging over your heads. And I will cash them in as I please. Oh, and, Kill or Be Killed, I haven’t forgotten about you bitches either. See you soon ladies…
Nostalgia blows them a kiss as “Redbone” by Childish Gambino echoes throughout the arena. Nostalgia laughs as he turns and heads through the curtain, and back to his trailer.
The scene opens backstage with Monday Night Brawl General Manager Victor Price sitting at his desk with a great big smile on his face
Price: Sometimes you plan and plan and plan .. and all that planning goes to shit. Other times, a big old bag of gold falls on your lap with a note that says "Free to a good home"
Voice on Speaker Phone: It's a sure fire way to get everything you want and more
Price: Well I mother fucking love that my man .. I mother fucking love it
Voice on Speaker Phone: The ball is in your court .. do with it what you will. We are counting on you
Victor ends the call and continues to smile before calling out to his assistant
Price: Paige .. send out an invitation to President Mac for next weeks show .. tell him we'd like him to be our guest
Victor smiles once again before slamming his fist hard down onto his desk
Price: You are mine you sack of shit .. you are fucking MINE!
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
ANTHONY GRUNGE
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl .. Here we go folks .. the time has come for tonight's Main Event!
Carter: Morgan Darkwater puts his newly acquired Television Championship on the line against the man who took out the X-Division Champion last week .. Anthony Grunge
Bennett: It's great seeing the Television Championship defended week after week .. lets hope it continues to stay on Monday Night Brawl for as long as possible .. and maybe we will see a Champion with some balls who can hang onto the belt
Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A STANDARD SINGLES MATCH FOR THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! INTRODUCING FIRST...
Let you Down by Seether begins to blast on the PA. system. Anthony Grunge walks down to the ring along with Johnny Sinclair. Anthony Grunge then enters the ring and acknowledge the fans by pointing at them. He then sits in his corner and meditates until the bell sounds.
Stroup: HAILING FROM HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA, HE STANDS AT FIVE FEET AND TEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHS IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS....
ANTTHHHOOONNNNYYYY GGGGGRRRUUUUNNNNNGGGGEE!!!
Aiello: Anthony Grunge has a huge opportunity before him tonight
Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT!
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.
Stroup: HAILING FROM THE VIRGIN ISLANDS AND RIDING ON THE WINDS OF FORTUNE....
When the smoke clears he is holding the EWC TV Title aloft with a wild gleam in his eye. With his other hand he points down the ramp to his opponent in the ring and roars "One More Match!!" Draping the belt over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. acknowledging several fans with low-fives and points into the crowd.
He enters the ring through the over the top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it and the belt aloft with a raucous battle-cry. Stepping down, he looks from his opponent, to the ref, and finally to the belt in his hands as he passes it to the ref whilst giving his opponent a mischievous smile with a shake of his head as if to say "Not today, lad."
Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FEET AND FIVE INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE POUNDS, HE IS YOUR EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION.... CAPTAIN MMMMMOOOOORRRRRRGGGGGAAAAAANNNNN DDDDAAAARRRRRRKWAAAATTTTTTEEEEERRRR!!!
The Ref holds the championship up for the crowd while pacing the ring for a moment, then hands it off to a ring attendance. From there, he rings the bell...
Carter: Captain Darkwater has been on a tear since gracing Monday Night Brawl. The fans absolutely love him, he's well respected by most of the locker room, and is looking to outlast the previous champion for number of successful title defenses.
Bennett: I like the guy's style, but I really think that someone spiked CJ Newmann's drink or something. I mean CJ sent the previous champion packing, he beat her so bad.
Aiello: Like it's been said many times, Steve, everyone has a bad night and Newmann capitolized in a big way. Unfortunately for CJ, Darkwater came at him more fiercely than he had anticipated and thus, you have Darkwater now defending his title against Anthony Grunge.
DING DING DING!
The captain circles his shorter foe with a slow and steady worker's walk. Upon his bushy bearded face was a mischievous grin as the two got closer and closer, until Morgan went for a grapple and his shorter foe dodged him. Grunge bounces left to right with a grin and shouts, "TOO SLOW!"
Bennett: Grunge is a hell of a competitor, but my money is on Captain Morgan retaining.
Carter: Never say never, as Anthony has beaten stacked odds against him in the past.
With a chuckle the Captain turned and rolled his shoulders, his spry opponent bouncing on his feet as they circle once more. Outside the ring, Johnny Sinclair shouts at Anthony, "DON'T TOY WITH HIM, ANTHONY!"
Aiello: Stage words from Grunge's manager, Johnny Sinclair.
Grunge moves in and it seems as if he's going to lock up, only to catch Morgan by the arm and twist him into a standing wrist lock, but the Captain's having none of it. Morgan pulls him in for a clothesline by that wrist, but Grunge ducks it, moves in behind and hits a standing dropkick to the back that moves Morgan two steps forward. Again, the Champ takes it in stride and even offers up a small laugh.
Aiello: A stiff dropkick and Darkwater just shrugs it off!
He isn't laughing when he turns, however, as he catches a Grunge Superkick, but fortunately not with his jaw as many had before him, but with his hands. Taking the foot by ankle in one hand, Morgan twists and pulls Grunge right into a standing Lariat that sends him flipping up and over for a belly flop on the canvas.
Bennett: BOOM MOFUKKA!
Aiello: And Anthony Grunge just got turned inside out by that hard pull back Lariat!
Carter: He thought he'd catch Darkwater off guard with an early Superkick, but the Champ was able to react fast and stop him cold.
As Grunge fights to get up, Morgan gathers him up and slings him towards the nearest corner. From there, Darkwater gets a good running start, leaps up, and manages to put the brakes on by grabbing the ropes as Grunge ducks down and past him. Darkwater turns and slammed back into the corner with a stinger splash, followed by a standing high knee to the chin. From there Grunge proceeds to batter him with back elbows over and over.
Aiello: Grunge now back in the driver's seat and is punishing The Captain in the corner!
The Captain catches Anthony's arm in one of the elbow shots, twists and slams him into the corner for a return of the same treatment, battering his abdomen with hard and fast boxing combination punches, all delivered with a bit of swagger, and finished with a turn around and a hard heart punch that drops Anthony to a seat in the corner.
Aiello: Reversal and now the Captain delivering some punishment of his own, driving Anthony down to a seat!
Morgan backs up, his hands held up as if to frame the picture of the stunned Anthony Grunge seated in the corner before running at him full sprint and driving his knee into the side of the man's skull, Grunge thrashing from the powerful shot.
Carter: Oooof, that Knee is going to rattle the old skull box!
Morgan then takes him by the arm and lifts him straight up into a tight bearhug, squeezing the ever loving life out of his opponent. Grunge lets out loud and raspy gasps as he struggles against The Captain's impressive strength.
Aiello: Morgan now squeezing the life out of Anthony Grunge with an old but still quite useful trick in the book, a good old fashioned bear hug.
Bennett: He keeps squeezing that boy and he's gonna' shit his body weight on the canvas, just like that Wulf Erikson kid did awhile back on that other show I like watching.
Aiello: Like a morbid tube of human toothpast.
Carter: Yeah, no kidding!
Anthony fights as hard as he can, trying to push the Captain's arms apart but having no luck. The man was simply too strong. Finally Anthony cups his hand and batters Morgan's ears with ear pops. First shot caused Morgan to stiffen the hold, the second shot caused his grip to slip, but he quickly reapplied it. The third shot put a profound ringing in his ears and had his equalibrium off kilter, the Captain dropping Anthony and stumbling into the ropes while clutching at his right ear in particular.
Aiello: Anthony frees himself with a few choice ear pops and it looks like he may have damaged the Captain's ear drums and possibly his equalibrium in the process!
Bennett: You fuck with a man's hearing and chances are, you're gonna' beat that sumbitch because his balance is gonna' be all over the damn place.
Taking full advantage of this, Anthony gets up and rushes at the Captain. He flips over ropes onto the apron, grabs Morgan by the sides of his head, and hops off the apron with a rope snap jawbreaker. Morgan jerks back to a full stand, clutching at his jaw with a pained look on his face. Grunge then grips the top ropes, pulls back on them hard, and snaps up and over to take the Captain down with a Hurricanrana! Anthony tucks and rolls on the landing, letting out a loud, "WOOOOP!" and rushing towards the nearest turnbuckle.
Aiello: Morgan Darkwater downed by a Slingshot Hurricanrana from Anthony Grunge!
Anthony vaults to the top, Johnny cheering him on, "GO ANTHONY! YOU GOT THIS!" Grunge leaps off the top rope before The Captain can even get up, dropping down with a straight body splash and pin!
ONE!!!!
TWO-KICKOUT!
Carter: He got alotta' air out of that dive, but it's going to take more than that to put away The Captain!
Morgan powers Anthony off of him and sits straight up, then rolls to a full stand. Both men are up and Anthony rushes without thinking, taking a full on big boot straight to his face! He lands on the canvas with a skid right past Morgan, who stumbles a bit, still feeling at his ear as if checking for blood, though there is none.
Bennett: When all else fails, boot to the head you son of a bitch! It never fails!
The Captain turns to see Anthony getting to his feet, the younger man feeling at the side of his face with a grimace of pain. Morgan rushes towards him with a clothesline and misses, Anthony catching his arm and whipping the captain over the ropes. Morgan skins the cat and makes the save just as Anthony rushes at him, apparently not expecting Darkwater to be standing on the apron as he runs square into the big man's elbow. Anthony staggers back as Morgan quickly moves toward and climbs the nearest turnbuckle...
Aiello: Anthony runs right into an elbow shot and what's The TV Champ doing?
Carter: I'd say he's lookin' for flyer miles.
...As soon as Anthony turns to face him, Captain Morgan goes airborn with a powerful diving Clothesline from Hell that once again, puts Anthony down with a backflip and belly flop landing on the canvas. He promptly flips Anthony over and hooks the leg for a pinfall.
Aiello: BBBBBIG DIVING CLOTHESLINE AND A PIN BY DARKWATER!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: He almost had it!
Anthony throws a shoulder up, panting for breath. Morgan smiles at him and then rises, hoisting Anthony up by the arm. He whips Anthony into a far corner and gets a running start only for Anthony to suddenly hop forward with a superkick clipping Morgan in the jaw. The Captain stumbles and falls upon the second rope, seemingly stunned.
Aiello: Whip to the corner and a Superkick to the jaw sets Captain Morgan up on the second rope!
Grunge thinks fast, rushes towards the ropes and hits a 619 kick to the face that snaps Morgan to a full upright stand and sets him falling flat on his back, arms outstretched! Again, Anthony grabs the ropes and slingshots up and over with an elbow drop and a pinfall!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR-KICKOUT!
Aiello: Close with a spinning feint kick through the ropes and a slingshot elbow drop and pin, but no cigar!
Morgan sits up, shoving Grunge off, his hair hanging in his bearded face and looking rather dishevelled. Both men get to their feet and Grunge answers first with a hard chop across the Captain's chest. Morgan answers with a blistering chop of his own that rocks Grunge right off his feet, but the young man is quickly back up and clutching his chest in pain.
Bennett: You ain't winnin' a choppin' contest with that sumbitch son!
Morgan closes the gap between them and gets a seering chop across the chest for his quickness. The Captain grits his teeth and answer with a hard overhand chop to Anthony's chest. Anthony, still standing this time, more out of anger than anything else, rocks a hard right cross into the Captain's jaw. The TV Champ's head snaps to one side and he rubs at his jaw and then turns to rapidly deliver a right hand of his own. Anthony ducks and delivers a jumping knee shot to the sternum of Captain Morgan, followed by a second high knee to the big man's face that sends him falling back into the ropes. Morgan grips the second rope to keep from falling over the top but somehow manages to tie his own arms up in the ropes!
Aiello: An exchange of blows that ends with Captain Morgan tied up in the ropes! He's trapped!
Carter: ...and a sitting duck!
As Morgan struggles, Anthony rushes in full steam ahead at the Captain and hits a leaping clothesline that flips Morgan up and over in a way that frees him from the ropes, but also sends him crashing to the floor while Anthony lands on his feet.
Bennett: Well, now they are out here with us after that flying clothesline over the top rope!
The Captain gets to his knees only to take very harsh and brutal kicks to the chest. One, two, three, four, and a hop back and a low orbit Superkick to the jaw rocks Morgan back to a stand and falling flat on his back once more. Grunge then hops onto the apron, crouches down and then bursts forward as soon as the Captain sits up, only to dive off the apron with an elbow drop that hits Morgan square in the chest and rocks him right back down.
Aiello: Impressive procision displayed by Anthony Grunge with a low orbit, picture perfect elbow drop right into the chest of Darkwater in mid situp!
Anthony gathers Morgan up, turns, spins him around and hurls him into the side of the announce table with a thunderous impact. Grunge then kicks the nearby ring steps hard enough to dislodge them, gathers the top step, and sets it down. He then rolls under the ropes and then back out to reset the ring out count. As Morgan gets to his feet, he promptly boots the man in the gut, scoops him up and plants him with a brutal Spinebuster on the floor, then falls to one knee, slamming a big man like Morgan taking alot out of Anthony Grunge!
Bennett: Oh he's gonna' be feelin' that in his back in the morning!
Aiello: Anthony Grunge perfectly at home outside of the ring and even if he's the baddest pirate that ever lived, a disoriented and dazed competitor is going to have a hard time against a man like Grunge.
He gets to his feet as Morgan rolls onto all fours and gathers the big man up. With his breathing a bit eratic, He sets Morgan up with another boot to the gut and backs up until he's standing atop the ring steps. He then signals for the Grunge Plunge and just as he dips forward to lift Morgan up, the Captain grips Anthony's legs and lifts him up, his teeth grit with a little bit of effort. He then flips Anthony spine first onto the steel steps with an improvised Alabama Slam! Anthony arches his back wiht a massive body spasm on impact and flips off the steel and onto the floor as if he were broken internally into a thousand pieces!
Bennett: You were sayin'?
Aiello: Captain Morgan returns with an elevated and improvised Alabama Slam outta' nowhere!
Carter: Anthony Grunge has GOT to be in serious pain after that!
The Captain gathers Anthony up and slings him back into the ring, then follows in afterwards and hooks both legs for a pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!
TTTHHHHHHRRRRE-KICKOUT! OMFG!
Aiello: How's Grunge still alive?!
Anthony throws his shoulder up and Morgan rolls off of him with a stunned look on his face. He looks at the ref who holds up a two and a half gesture and just shakes his head.
Morgan gathers Anthony up and tosses him into the nearest corner. From there he sets him up onto the top rope and them climbs onto the second. At that moment, Anthony catches him with a surprise elbow to the very top of Morgan's head, followed by another and another until The Captain is almost starts to fall back. Thinking fast, Anthony catches him and climbs to the top rope, where he straddles Morgan's head and pulls him up onto the very top. Wrapping his arms around Morgan's waist, he starts to lift him, but Morgan kicks his legs, throwing off his balance and forcing him to lower The Captain back down.
Morgan plants his feet on the top rope frees himself from the standing neck scissor and manages to lift Anthony Grunge off his feet and high in the air on his shoulders. This time, however, he has Anthony in a fireman's carry, which he then flips the man face up onto his shoulders to invert the hold and dives off the top rope with THE KEEL HAUL SLAM!!!
Aiello: KEEL HAUL SLAM OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!
Bennett: I THINK HE DONE KILLED THAT SUMBITCH!
Carter: Put a fork in Anthony Grunge, I think he's done!
Despite feeling the pain of the high impact landing along with his opponent, Morgan wasted no time and crossed both of Anthony's legs, gripped his neck, planted both knees in his back and layed down while bending Anthony Grunge across his legs as they pushed out to further deepend the bow bend of Anthony Grunge's back. Anthony let out choked cries as he flailied his arms, agony flushing through every inch of his body. He was finally forced to slap the Captain's hand in submission...
Aiello: THE KEELHOLD! ANTHONY GRUNGE CAN'T ESCAPE THE HOLD! HE'S TAPPING OUT!!!
DING DING DING!
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY TAP OUT AND STILL YOUR EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!! CAPTAIN MMMMMMOOOOORRRRRGGGGAAAAAAANNNNNNN DDDDDAAAAAARRRRRRRRKWWWWWAAAAATTTTTEEEERRRR!!
As the Captain's theme hit's the house PA he flings Anthony off with a bit of a kick that sends him rolling right out of the ring. Morgan rises up and accepts his title, which he then proudly hoists over his head to a chanting crowd.
DARK-WAT-ER!
DARK-WAT-ER!!
DARK-WAT-ER!!!!
Bennett: The fans are like a goddamned cult up in this bitch!
Morgan beamed with pride as he soaked in the chants of an appreciative crowd before leaving ringside with a big of swagger in his step despite some of the pains and aches he felt all over.
Carter: How do you come back from being hit by a car? I honestly didn't expect him to retain after last week's explosive main event!
Bennett: Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition either, but there he is standing tall like he's the sumbitch rulin' as king of the hill right now!
Aiello: That will do it tonight folks .. on behalf of everyone here in Winnipeg, the Monday Night Brawl crew .. have a wonderful evening, week and see you next Monday for an all new Brawl!
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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DONOVAN BAINE
VS JOHN BLADE
WINNER: John Blade
ROB GARCIA
VS AJ JOHNSON
WINNER: Aj Johnson
TRIPLE THREAT - NON TITLE MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS JACKSON KNOX
VS REBEL RHODES
WINNER: Rebel Rhodes
TAG TEAM MATCH
HOUSEWIVES
VS REVENANTS
[NEO JAMES CARNER & KEITH WILLIAMS]
WINNER: The ReVenants (Neo James Carner & Keith Williams)
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
ANTHONY GRUNGE
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
WINNER: Morgan Darkwater (and still EWC Television Champion)
MNB 494 MVP OF THE NIGHT IS: Morgan Darkwater & AJ Johnson
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