MNB #498 - HONOLULU
Jan 8, 2018 22:24:18 GMT -6
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WARNING:
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #498 | JANUARY 8TH 2018LIVE! from the Aloha Stadium in Honolulu, Hawaii
EWC BRAWL
JANUARY 8TH 2018
LIVE! from the Aloha Stadium in Honolulu, Hawaii
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 the 2017 Season Finale 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, Ruthann Hunter, Ashton Drake and then Xplode all with the EWC Championship.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night Brawl Superstars: Justin Matthews, David Miller, Ruthann Hunter, Griffin Hawkins, Ashton Drake, Cal Pine, Melinda Rhodes, Alois Lupis, Nostalgia, Billy Mitchell, Christian Malice, Morgan Darkwater, Frater Perdurabo, Sean Williams, Amis Shelton, Neo James Carner, Newmann, Jackson Knox, Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Kestrel, AJ Johnson, Thomas Uriel Bates, Peter Dragon, Eddie Crank, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Kimi Smalls and Emma Louise
We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl: Neo James Carner with the Television Championship, Morgan Darkwater with the International Championship and then finally Ashton Drake with the EWC Undisputed Championship
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy at the Aloha Stadium is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the stadium 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 stadium 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: For those of you who are tuning in from North America .. Good Evening! Welcome to 2018! It's Monday Night and this is BRAWL!!!!
Carter: We are live from Honolulu Hawaii where it is a beautiful 70 degrees this fine late afternoon. Its another sell out for BRAWL as over 50,000 absolutely ecstatic fans are here today cheering on this roster and the start of another EWC Season
Carter: We are live from Honolulu Hawaii where it is a beautiful 70 degrees this fine late afternoon. Its another sell out for BRAWL as over 50,000 absolutely ecstatic fans are here today cheering on this roster and the start of another EWC Season
Bennett: 2017 was an absolutely incredible and monumental year for the EWC. We saw Future Stars of Wrestling really come into their own in it's second season as a Brand. We had the birth of EWC Prime, which had an absolutely astonishing first season. Those Indy Superstars sure know how to put on a show
Carter: WrestleFest was a night to remember. We had the crowning of 3 new Champions. Xplode and Shadow Man shocked the wrestling world by showing up and saving President Mac. We haven't seen or heard from Brawl GM Victor Price since. Actually, there has been nothing. No word. No announcements. His name is still listed as GM but we haven't heard a single word
Aiello: Griffin Hawkins showed up at the event and early the next morning it was announced he signed with BRAWL. Darkwater, King, Neo, Wolfe and Moors Murders all held onto their championship gold, while El Pablo and Magdalena Lockheart both walked out as the top champions of Prime and FSW
Carter: Of course we had one more top champion crowned .. the top of the top .. the EWC Undisputed Championship! What a match that was too. It took over-time to determine a winner, but Drake ended the year as the EWC Undisputed Champion
Aiello: Griffin Hawkins showed up at the event and early the next morning it was announced he signed with BRAWL. Darkwater, King, Neo, Wolfe and Moors Murders all held onto their championship gold, while El Pablo and Magdalena Lockheart both walked out as the top champions of Prime and FSW
Carter: Of course we had one more top champion crowned .. the top of the top .. the EWC Undisputed Championship! What a match that was too. It took over-time to determine a winner, but Drake ended the year as the EWC Undisputed Champion
Carter: Where does that place him in regards to the greatest names in EWC history? Top 3?
Bennett: That will always be an argument. Gretzky or Lemieux? Brady or Montana?
Carter: The comparisons between Drake and Xplode will always be there. Who is the better of the two? Wait … X isn’t here tonight, is he? (looks over his shoulder.)
Aiello: (Laughing) Be careful. The “X-Man” is never too far away. With that.. we turn our attention to ringside as Jessica Stroup stands at the ready to announce our new …. Undisputed Champion. Jessica, the stage is yours…
The feed pans back to the ring as the fans scream with anticipation. Standing proudly is Jessica Stroup, her striking features sparkling under the arena lights. She smiles as the fans only scream louder, any attempts to speak over them futile. Stroup giggles as the fans continue to make their voices heard:
Fans: DRAKE!! DRAKE!!! DRAKE!!! DRAKE!!! DRAKE!!! DRAKE!!!
Jessica attempts to speak but giggles as the crowd becomes even louder!! Giving up, she brings the microphone to her lips and screams:
Stroup: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION OF THE WORLD… DRAKE!!!!!
The fans erupt as “The Vengeful One” by Disturbed begins to play!! The stadium lights die down and flames erupt from the stage area! Stepping out unto the stage is Drake, the Championship slung over his shoulder! The fans scream with delight as he nods in their direction, a smirk on his face. He then drops to one knee and offers a quick gesture of respect to the Lord. Finally, he shoots up, his arms over his head as he screams… sending the arena into a hurricane of excitement!!!
Walking down the ramp way, Drake smacks on a piece of gum. The fans reach out to touch him as he slaps their hands and offers a few hugs to some smaller fans. Once at ringside, he makes his way over to the announcer’s booth and hops on the table, displaying his championship!!
Satisfied at the response, Drake hops back down. He then slides into the ring and runs to a nearby turnbuckle, raising his championship proudly!
Aiello: It’s good to see him back in that ring. Ladies and Gentlemen… there he is … the best in the world today.
Drake hops down from the turnbuckle as his theme song continues to play. He offers Jessica Stroup a one handed hug and then she hands him the microphone. Drake glances around at the fans and smiles and the fans continue to let him know how supported he is!!
Drake: WELL DAMN! Please … carry on!
The fans continue to cheer:
Fans: THANK YOU…. THANK YOU… THANK YOU… THANK YOU…
Drake nods his head as the fans make their message clear. With a taped hand, he motions for their voices to lower. They do exactly as he says.
Drake: No …. thank you.
Drake paces the ring for a moment, adjusting the title belt on his shoulder.
Drake: It’s good to be back here in this ring, standing before you all … home.
The fans cheer once more, causing Joey Aiello to flinch! Steve Bennett laughs.
Drake: You okay, Aiello?! This is unreal, huh? Okay, let me have a few minutes to talk here so that this show can get started. A few weeks ago, I stood in this ring and promised all of you that I would win back a title that should never have left my possession. This title: the EWC Undisputed Championship. Even though Ace King guaranteed otherwise, I proved on that night that I am the best in the world today! It’s ironic in a way, because in all honesty, I should never have pulled off that victory at Wrestlefest. Sure, I felt good. Yes, I had done it before. King was hungry though. He was the popular choice in the locker room and the favorite leading into the event. The only thing that I had going for me … was doubt.
Wrestlefest and me, we are becoming good friends. I have main evented that show three times now. Each time, it has involved the EWC Undisputed Championship. Each time, doubt came into play.
Let me take all of you back a year. Wrestlefest … 2016. I stood in this ring and faced a man who recently returned to the fold ... Griffin Hawkins. He was another opponent of mine who the entire world deemed to be the person to finally end my story. Despite Griffin declaring a victory ahead of time, I proved to him and to the world that I am the best there is at what I do. Nothing is a sure thing. NOTHING. I beat Griffin on that night and stayed the EWC Champion. I overcame the "doubt".
Still … only a few showed me respect once all was said and done.
So like I said, it was ironic to find myself in the exact position against Ace. Just like with Griffin, Ace promised that he would walk away with my strap. Bad move. You see, Wrestlefest is MY pay per view. Just like with Griffin, I dropped Ace like a bad habit. Once again, I made "doubt" my bitch.
Drake turns to look at the television cameras. He then raises the championship belt. The fans begin to cheer!
Drake: Look, I am a realist. I can see the scoreboard. I have beaten the EWC Greatest of All Time … twice. I have beaten the best names in this business, time and time again. I have taken no shortcuts and offered no excuses. Yet, let’s be honest, that will never be enough. I can accept that. Even now, there is some poor fool in the locker room as we speak, prepping themselves into thinking that they just might be one to finally put me away. He will meet the same fate… but they never learn. It’s an endless cycle. I am tired of it… and I know all of you are too.
I am the best in the world today. Bar none, and you can bet on that. Go ahead, do the math. These aren’t just empty words that I am speaking here! I could care less if the monkeys in the locker room support me or not anymore. I didn’t return for them. If anything, I returned in SPITE of them. Becoming Mister Popular was never on my bucket list.
No.
I returned to the EWC simply because being in this ring … it’s the only that feels right to me. Standing here in front of you all, and on the television screens of all my fans at home, is an honor that I will never take for granted. This ride that we have all been on, this story that we are telling, it has become something that I never would have foreseen. Strength in numbers … I like that.
The fans cheer as Drake paces the ring.
Drake: So… this message goes out to the EWC locker room. The time for good tidings and pats on the back are over. I am done with trying to earn your respect. Now, you get to earn mine. The entire locker room can take their respect and shove it right up their asses! Keep on offering me that "doubt" and I will keep on transforming that lack of support into a recipe to succeed. I am the EWC Undisputed Champion. Three times now, but hey ... who is counting?! I am the man who has proven time and time again that hard work, heart and determination are all that a person needs to be great. I may not be the champion that you wished for… but I am the champion that the company needs.
My name is Drake and my story continues.
Drake drops the microphone and raises the EWC Undisputed Championship as the fans erupt around him!!
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After we come back from the break, the crowd is ready for Brawl to continue. Just then a familiar tune hits, "Made In Hell" by Rob Halford blasts in and everyone's on their feet. Emerging from behind the curtain is Griffin Hawkins!
Aiello: There he is! Griffin Hawkins is back! Listen to this crowd!
Carter: The entire EWC Universe has come unglued, what a treat ... first Drake and now The Rock Soldier has returned to EWC ... and on Brawl no less!
Bennett: I don't get what the big deal about this guy is!
Aiello: Big deal? Former US Champion, and the longest reigning TV Champion of all time, that sounds like a big deal to me!
He makes his way down to the ring, high fiving all the fans as he walks down the ramp. He gets in the ring and gets on the rope, pumping up the crowd as they are electrified, watching their longtime favorite make his return to the ring. Soon he gets down and grabs a microphone, waiting for his music to die down. He goes to speak, but is interrupted by the crowd.
Fans: Hawkins! Hawkins! Hawkins! Hawkins! Hawkins!
He slowly raises the microphone to his lips.
Griffin Hawkins: .....I'm....back!!
The crowd pops huge for his first words. They all join in in unison.
Crowd: Welcome Back! Welcome Back! Welcome Back! Welcome Back! Welcome Back!
He smiles, soaking in the positive reaction. He then continues.
Griffin Hawkins: That's right cats and kitties, The Rock Soldier is back in town! I never thought I'd be welcomed back in this ring but yet here I am. I have been in that locker room all day long and you have no idea how many people have welcomed me back. And honestly...it's obvious you people here don't mind me being back..
The crowd pops once more.
Griffin Hawkins: I feel I...well, owe everyone an explanation. Like...why did I leave in the first place? Well, I'll tell you. Anyone who doesn't know...last summer I left EWC. But the question was..why? Was it because I lost my US Title? No. I've always lost titles but eventually I got them back. This time was different. See...for too long Rampage has been run by a guy who I believe is a cancer to EWC, and that man is Michael Saint...
the crowd boos.
Griffin Hawkins: That's right, boo this man! I had been in EWC for two years at that point, and I was starting to get burned out. I requested some time off..but Saint wanted me to renew my contract. Meaning I'd have to work more and more and more dates. Anyone who knows me...knows that family is more important to me. I wanted more time with them. My own Father never had time for me because of his work..I did not want to put my kids through the same thing. And besides...Michael Saint's a douchebag.
The crowd pops this time which makes him grin.
Griffin Hawkins: Glad you agree ladies and gentlemen! I mean...how this guy managed to keep his job despite being the worst general manager in EWC history is beyond me. The more he tried to make my life a living hell, the more fun that I had. Thing is, he didn't respect me, or my talent all because I didn't fit in to his ideal of what a wrestler should be. I decided I had enough and it was time for me to move on. I had to do what was right for me and my family. Anyone who's followed me currently, kept an eye on my exploits in the soon to be defunct Sin City Wrestling, where I won the Internet Title. But even then fans of SCW kept asking me...when are you gonna come back to Extreme Wrestling Corporation? ..even when I was riding high, I had members of both rosters contact me telling me that I should come back. And as fate would have it, I get hit with a bombshell .. SCW is closing.
He sighs as he walks across the ring, still holding the microphone.
Griffin Hawkins: That means within the new year, the company would be no more. Also means I'd be the last ever Internet Champion. After the wrestling world got knocked on its ass by the news...I got offers from many organizations asking to sign me. And honestly I kinda liked it..felt like I was the prettiest girl at the prom and everyone was fighting over me. But one phone call I wasn't expecting to get...was from the boss himself...Mac. I guess he heard that I was to play Ace King down to the ring at Wrestlefest, but he offered me another chance to come back home. He saw what I had gone through on Rampage and offered me to sign with Brawl..guaranteed that I would not have to put up with crooked authority figures and all that red tape and a chance to put on some classic matches with the great stars of this brand. So I could either go to Rampage where you have a spineless General Manager that does whatever Luke Wolfe says, Tag Team Champions that get handed just about everything out of the starting gate...or...I could go to Brawl where there is talent that I have NEVER faced before. Opportunities to make new friends and new enemies. So...I chose option B. Also for another reason...
A smile then comes across his face.
Griffin Hawkins: Brawl has the one thing Rampage doesn't have...and that's the Undisputed Title. And sooner or later...I'll get my shot at it. It doesn't matter who it is....I'm looking to FINALLY reach my goal as Griffin Hawkins becomes Undisputed Champion for the firs time in EWC History! So people of the Brawl locker room, take heed...because somebody's gonna get rocked!!
Made in Hell hits in as Griffin raises his hands, taking in the crowd appreciation.
Aiello: You heard it from his mouth ... Griffin Hawkins is officially property of Monday Night Brawl!
Carter: Imagine this people .. Ruthann Hunter is back, Griffin Hawkins is back, Ashton Drake is back .. and all of them are on Monday Night Brawl! Wow!!! This locker room will never be the same again. This is an exciting time for Wrestling fans and especially fans of Monday Night Brawl!!!
SINGLES MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
Aiello: We haven't had our first match yet and we've already heard from the EWC Champion Drake, and the returning Griffin Hawkins! This is in! What a night to be alive!
Carter: Ladies and Gentlemen, happy new year and welcome back to the only place where you’ll find the best damned wrestling in the world today, the Extreme Wrestling Corporation!
Aiello: For those of you just tuning in now and for those who couldn’t join us for WrestleFest last year, my goodess, did you miss one hell of a show.
Carter: Ladies and Gentlemen, happy new year and welcome back to the only place where you’ll find the best damned wrestling in the world today, the Extreme Wrestling Corporation!
Aiello: For those of you just tuning in now and for those who couldn’t join us for WrestleFest last year, my goodess, did you miss one hell of a show.
Bennett: Let’s not go overboard here, Joe, the show was good but it wasn’t what it should’ve been. For one thing, we still got that bald bonehead Mac runnin’ around as President, thanks to his little cronies.
Carter: You know dad’s here, right, Steve? And from where I’m sittin’, you’re not exactly rockin’ the locks, either. You’re right about one thing, though, thanks go out to Xplode and Shadow Man for having his back in that match with Price. The right man is STILL in charge, and ready to kick off a whole new season of EWC action, starting with a couple of Brawl staples. Nostalgia takes on Anthony Grunge, right now!
Let you Down by Seether begins to blast on the PA. system. Anthony Grunge walks down to the ring along with Johnny Sinclair.
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is schedule for one fall. Introducing the first competitor, making his way to the ring, accompanied by Johnny Sinclair. From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 210 pounds … the one-man Mosh Pit … ANTHONY … GRUNGE!
Anthony Grunge then enters the ring and acknowledge the fans by pointing at them. He then sits in his corner and meditates, Sinclair talking strategy from the apron as they wait.
The beat to “Redbone” by Childish Gambino begins playing throughout the arena as a the lights go out and a red spotlight circles the arena. The red spotlight gets to the ramp entrance to find Nostalgia through the curtain.
“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!”
Nostalgia stands motionless for a few seconds with his chin tucked to his chest until he hears…
“STAY WOKE!
Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Pine Barrens, NJ…weighing in at 293 pounds….The Prophet of Pain….NOSTALGIAAAA!
On hearing his name, Nostalgia takes a bow. As he gets to a standing position, pyrotechnics explode encircling him.
“STAY WOKE!
He walks through the pyrotechnics with his right fist in the air. As he makes his way down the ramp, he slaps the hands of as many fans as he possibly can. He switches between high fiving fans at each barricades every few feet.
“NOW STAY WOKE”
Nostalgia jumps on the apron, the over the ropes and into the ring.Nostalgia circles the ring with his arms spread wide, palms up, signaling for the fans to make some noise . Nostalgia stands in the center of the ring, and raises his Right Fist High in the air, holds it for a few seconds.
“DON”T YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!”.
Upon hearing these words, Nostalgia retreats to his corner, and stretches, waiting for the bell to ring.
Carter: Nostalgia’s been working hard to promote his charity over the holiday break. Remember to check out ‘Wrestling with Autism’ for more information, folks.
Bennett: Hope he’s been usin’ them kids to train with, at least, ‘cause he’s lookin’ a little flabby. Too much turkey, I’m thinkin’.
DING! DING! DING!
Grunge grabs hold of the ropes and pulls himself to his feet, casually pacing his side of the ring as Nostalgia stands ready in his corner. Sinclair yells a few things up to Grunge, who nods and beckons the bigger man in, prompting Nostalgia forward. Both men meet center-ring with a tie-up, Grunge quickly finding himself pushed back into the corner. As the referee steps in to call a break, Grunge kneels and swings around behind Nostalgia, hitting him with a forearm to the spine. Nostalgia tries to answer with a back elbow, but Grunge slips and his another forearm, before jumping up with a dropkick to Nostalgia’s shoulders, knocking him into the pads. As Nostalgia recoils, Grunge rolls him up with a school boy.1!
Nostalgia kicks out with ease, rolling onto his side. Grunge moves in with a baseball slide dropkick, sending Nostalgia rolling out onto the apron. As the big man pulls himself up, Grunge runs to the ropes and grabs hold of his head, falling down with a hot shot that slingshots Nostalgia down to the floor mats.
Aiello: Grunge putting his speed advantage to good use. And he’s going to need those extra RPM to stay ahead of the giant Nostalgia.
Bennett: Grunge is what, buck-fifty soaking wet? The hell’s that limp noodle gonna’ do against a guy that outweighs him by a hundred pounds?
Aiello: Exactly what he’s doing. Stay one step ahead.
Grunge climbs out onto the apron and measure Nostalgia as the big man uses the guardrail to get to his feet. Timing his window, Grunge leaps off with a cross body, but Nostalgia catches him and hurls him over with a fallaway slam, sending Grunge bouncing off the mats. Grunge rolls to a knee and holds his back, wincing in pain as Sinclair calls out to him. Nostalgia turns and shakes his head before grabbing Grunge and rolling him back into the ring, following behind.
Grunge gets to his feet and Nostalgia nails him with a right, and then a knife edged chop that earns a ‘Woo!’ from the crowd. A boot to the gut doubles Grunge, allowing Nostalgia to bring an axe handle down on his back, driving him to his knees. A confident Nostalgia raises a hand to the crowd, grinning wide, before hitting a swinging neckbreaker.
Carter: Always the showman. Nostalgia loves getting to people however he can.
Aiello: It’s made him a hell of a name in EWC, but we’ve seen it blow up in his face, too. He finished 2017 strong, no doubt he wants to keep that push heading into the new year.
Nostalgia pulls Grunge to his feet and scoops him up, running into the nearest corner with an Oklahoma stampede before turning and driving Grunge down with the powerslam, hooking the leg.
1!
Grunge just gets a shoulder up, eyes glazing a little. Outside, Sinclair paces the apron, calling out orders to Grunge. Nostalgia pulls him up and shoves him into the corner, nailing him with a right hand, and then another before pulling him out for an irish whip. Grunge grabs the ropes and stops it, instead pulling Nostalgia back towards the corner, dropping down with a toe hold that trips Nostalgia up and sends him face first into the bottom buckle. Holding his jaw, Nostalgia starts to pull himself up, but Grunge gets to his feet first, wobbling a little.
Grabbing two handfuls of hair he pulls Nostalgia up and slams his face into the top buckle before backing away. As Nostalgia turns, Grunge runs forward and looks for a stinger splash, but Nostalgia catches him and drops down with a manhattan drop, nailing Grunge with a clothesline as he cups himself. Staggering forward, Nostalgia leans on the ropes to catch his breath.
Bennett: I knew it. Boy’s already suckin’ down wind! I bet he’s regrettin’ that second helping right about now.
Aiello: Grunge is liked a greased chicken in that ring, Bennett, you’d be just as exhausted trying to catch hold of that kid. He’s playing his game, keeping his distance and picking his shots. And you know what? It’s working.
Bennett: If it’s working, why the hell is he flat on his ass?
Sweeping his hair back out of his face, Nostalgia turns to see Grunge pulling himself up with the ropes, leaning against the corner for support. Moving in, he reaches for Grunge, but eats a back elbow. Shaking it off, Nostalgia tries to grab him again, and takes a kick to the midsection, then a second elbow. Grunge lunges out of the corner with a right hand, then a low dropkick that brings Nostalgia to a knee. Feeling the fire, Grunge backs into the ropes and tries for a running knee, but Nostalgia suddenly grabs him, rising to his feet and hoisting Grunge up into a gorilla press! Grunge struggles in the man’s grip, trying to bring a knee into the side of Nostalgia’s head. Eventually, Grunge manages to drop down behind the big man, and as Nostalgia turns around, he gets caught with a superkick to the jaw, knocking him flat. The crowd pops as Grunge leaps into the cover.
1!
2!
Nostalgia barely kicks out, earning a groan from the fans. Heaving, Grunge slaps the mat and mounts Nostalgia, raining down punches into the side of his head before dragging him up to his feet.
Carter: Grunge on the verge of victory with that kick, but Nostalgia just able to keep himself alive.
Grunge whips Nostalgia into the ropes, catching him with a spinning heel kick on the return. Getting to his feet, he runs to the ropes and comes back with a quick leg drop, swinging up to his feet to repeat it a second time. Nostalgia rolls to his side, struggling to create some space to clear his head, but Grunge runs up and nails him with a knee to the side of the face, knocking Nostalgia into the bottom rope. As soon as the fans see that, they erupt, urging Grunge on. Taking a second to measure it, Grunge runs to the far aside and comes back, swinging through the ropes with the 619 … but Nostalgia grabs his legs, using the momentum to swing him around with the On The Clock, completing two full turns before sending Grunge flying across the ring.
Nostalgia collapses to a knee, obviously dazed as Grunge rolls onto his stomach and grits his teeth in pain. Slowly, the big man pulls himself up, showing a bit of irritation, but also smiling as he reaches up to check his lip for blood. Walking to Grunge, he stomps down on the back of the man’s head, before reaching down to pull him up. Walking Grunge to the corner, he throws him against the pads and drives a shoulder into his gut, then a second, before locking him up and sending him overhead with a T-bone suplex. Grunge cradles his spine and cries out in pain.
Carter: Both men bringing it to the table in this one, but it looks like Grunge is starting to lose some of that momentum from earlier. Nostalgia’s just too strong. Every one of those shots is like getting hit by a mack truck.
Bennett: ‘cept his fuel tank’s got a damn hole in it. He’s movin’ slower than my grandma and her ass’s been dead ten years. Someone tell that fool to pick his ass up and do something, ‘fore the little guy finds a new gear.
Obviously taking his time, Nostalgia calls something down to Sinclair, but the cameras don’t pick it up. The two men exchange words, Sinclair obviously annoyed while Nostalgia just laughs and turns to grab Grunge by the foot, dragging him back to center ring. Getting his hands under him, Grunge tries to push himself up, but Nostalgia hooks his other leg as well, setting him up for a wheelbarrow suplex. As Nostalgia hurls him over, though, Grunge manages to backflip through it and land his feet! Nostalgia immediately rolls over, but Grunge is already on him, landing a knee drop to the back of the head. Grunge pulls Nostalgia to his feet and lights him up with a chop, then another one and yet another, backing the big man into the ropes. Whipping Nostalgia to the far side, Grunge meets him with a hurricanrana, reaching back to hook a leg for the quick pin.
1!
Nostalgia just powers out, lurching into a sit-up and swinging his big frame around as Grunge rolls forward and up to his feet, leaping onto the ropes and springboard around into a dropkick to Nostalgia’s chest, sending the big man down. Grunge struggles to his feet and moves to the corner, dragging himself up to the top just as Nostalgia starts to rise. In a last ditch effort, Nostalgia throws himself against the ropes, causing Grunge to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top buckle. The crowd groans in sympathy as Grunge hunches over in extreme pain.
Bennett: I want to say I hate it when I’m right, but my momma raised an honest man.
Carter: I didn’t know you had a brother, Steve.
Bennett: Careful, string bean…
Aiello: Grunge went for that high risk, high reward and only got half the deal. Nostalgia saving himself from a world of hurt right there, but doesn’t look in any kind of shape to capitalize just yet. Both men on near-empty tanks at this point.
Chest heaving, Nostalgia turns and slowly makes his way over to Grunge, who’s still racked with pain. Grabbing the man’s head, he tucks it under his arm and folds him up onto his shoulder, setting up for what looks like a Closure muscle buster. Hoisting Grunge off the buckles, Nostalgia wobbles in place, still showing signs of fatigue. Grunge struggles in the man’s grip, causing Nostalgia to lose his concentration, allowing Grunge to roll down the man’s back, grabbing his head along the way and pulling Nostalgia down into a neckbreaker! Both men lay motionless on the mat, eyes glazed as they gasp for air.
Sinclair slaps at the mat, trying to get Grunge’s attention, but Nostalgia stirs first, rolling to the side and grabbing hold of the ropes, using them to pull himself up. Rising, he staggers over to Grunge and pulls the man up, catching him with a chop, and then a back elbow to the temple. Grunge tries to answer with a looping right, but Nostalgia catches the arm and answers with a stiff kick to the gut, knocking Grunge into the ropes. As he comes back, Nostalgia hoists him up into a gorilla press yet again. Immediately, Grunge wriggles, struggling to break himself loose. Getting free, Grunge starts to falls down Nostalgia’s front, but the big man catches him in mid-air and hoists him right back up into the press again! Not wasting time, he quickly turns and brings Grunge down into a Michinoku driver in the center of the ring.
Aiello: Catch Phrase, center ring! Grunge getting loose yet again, but this time Nostalgia was ready for it!
Grunge lays flat on his back, staring up at the lights without moving, as Sinclair pounds the apron and tries to bring him back around. Crawling over, Nostalgia slumps on top and barely hooks the leg.
1!
2!
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, the Prophet of Pain … NOSSSTALGIAAA!Bennett: Well I’ll be damned, big boy had a fuel reserve. Where the hell was all that when he was gettin’ his ass kicked earlier?
Carter: Nostalgia pulling out an incredible win with the Catch Phrase, but applause has to go to both men for opening the season with one hell of a match.
Aiello: That’s the measuring stick for the night, right there. Let’s see if the rest of the crew can match it! We'll be back after these quick messages
Jack stood in front of the camera, tattoos and scars on display for the world to see and wearing only his wrestling trunks, kick pads, and boots. His head is tilted forward with the light helping to cast ominous shadows upon his bearded face. He spoke surprisingly softly as he addressed the camera, never looking up from the floor.
Nomad: Everyone has a story to tell. Some of us may embellish or even outright lie about ourselves in order to look better or shine a better light upon what would otherwise be a sad, fucked up life. Even I am not immune to such things. My life is a fucked up, convoluted mess of a story that even I'm not sure what's truth and what's fiction sometimes, but you hear a story told enough and eventually, you believe it, regardless as to whether it's true or not.
The point I have to make here is that sometimes we tell lies to ourselves that allow us to pretend that we are the heroes of our story. My opponent believes himself to be the hero of his story. You see there's a little bit of history about Jackson Knox growing up on the trouble streets of Detroit. One day he ran afoul of some gang banger types, fought them off like a strong and brave hero and sent them packing.
Slowly Jack looks up at the camera.
An act born not of heroism but of self preservation. Fight or die, that's how it goes, right? I mean he could have given the fuckers what they wanted and let them have his wallet. Most normals do and they don't even feel any shame in it. You lose a few duckets, get a new driver's license, cancel any credit and bank cards you might have, that sort of thing. No sweat off your back and nobody gets hurt.
Option two wouldn't have lead to part two of this tragic story. Jackass Knox was like any other kid growing up. He had friends and the next night, he's out walking with his best friend and on the very same street where he was mugged no less! Could you imagine this smug motherfucker, walking with a cocky stride in his step, chest puffed, and a smile on his face while he's told how fucking brave and heroic he was for fighting off those thugs?
The Duke of Violence chuckles darkly as he tilts his head back, looking down his nose at the camera.
Then reality comes crashing down as two chickenshit motherfuckers roll up in a car and pull their guns. Jackass? He gets off with a bullet in the arm and leg, but his friend was the real hero, covering him and taking the remainder of the bullets left in the clip. The real hero died in Knox's arms with tears in his eyes as he slowly bled out, unable to even speak because he was gurgling on his own blood.
Now what does the 'hero' of Jackass Knox's story do? He doesn't try to make it right. He doesn't dare to get even. The gangbangers? Nobody knows what happened to those fuck offs. They most likely died before they ever met any kind of justice, street or otherwise. Knox didn't face them like a man, he ran the other way and escaped into the world of amateur wrestling. He got accolade after accolade and he thought less and less of the poor bastard who gave his life for him until eventually, he couldn't even remember the fucker's name without having to think really long and hard on it. He's alive and living the dream while his friend resides in a pinewood box as worm chowder.
Nomad looked down at the floor with a disapproving nod of his head.
The difference between us, Jackass is vast and as wide and deep as the grand canyon. If I was walking a mile in your shoes and living through the teenage portion of your life, let's just say my friend would still be alive and those gangbanger motherfuckers would have been found in a back alley somewhere as 'victims of gang violence.'
Nomad: Everyone has a story to tell. Some of us may embellish or even outright lie about ourselves in order to look better or shine a better light upon what would otherwise be a sad, fucked up life. Even I am not immune to such things. My life is a fucked up, convoluted mess of a story that even I'm not sure what's truth and what's fiction sometimes, but you hear a story told enough and eventually, you believe it, regardless as to whether it's true or not.
The point I have to make here is that sometimes we tell lies to ourselves that allow us to pretend that we are the heroes of our story. My opponent believes himself to be the hero of his story. You see there's a little bit of history about Jackson Knox growing up on the trouble streets of Detroit. One day he ran afoul of some gang banger types, fought them off like a strong and brave hero and sent them packing.
Slowly Jack looks up at the camera.
An act born not of heroism but of self preservation. Fight or die, that's how it goes, right? I mean he could have given the fuckers what they wanted and let them have his wallet. Most normals do and they don't even feel any shame in it. You lose a few duckets, get a new driver's license, cancel any credit and bank cards you might have, that sort of thing. No sweat off your back and nobody gets hurt.
Option two wouldn't have lead to part two of this tragic story. Jackass Knox was like any other kid growing up. He had friends and the next night, he's out walking with his best friend and on the very same street where he was mugged no less! Could you imagine this smug motherfucker, walking with a cocky stride in his step, chest puffed, and a smile on his face while he's told how fucking brave and heroic he was for fighting off those thugs?
The Duke of Violence chuckles darkly as he tilts his head back, looking down his nose at the camera.
Then reality comes crashing down as two chickenshit motherfuckers roll up in a car and pull their guns. Jackass? He gets off with a bullet in the arm and leg, but his friend was the real hero, covering him and taking the remainder of the bullets left in the clip. The real hero died in Knox's arms with tears in his eyes as he slowly bled out, unable to even speak because he was gurgling on his own blood.
Now what does the 'hero' of Jackass Knox's story do? He doesn't try to make it right. He doesn't dare to get even. The gangbangers? Nobody knows what happened to those fuck offs. They most likely died before they ever met any kind of justice, street or otherwise. Knox didn't face them like a man, he ran the other way and escaped into the world of amateur wrestling. He got accolade after accolade and he thought less and less of the poor bastard who gave his life for him until eventually, he couldn't even remember the fucker's name without having to think really long and hard on it. He's alive and living the dream while his friend resides in a pinewood box as worm chowder.
Nomad looked down at the floor with a disapproving nod of his head.
The difference between us, Jackass is vast and as wide and deep as the grand canyon. If I was walking a mile in your shoes and living through the teenage portion of your life, let's just say my friend would still be alive and those gangbanger motherfuckers would have been found in a back alley somewhere as 'victims of gang violence.'
His head lifts and he stares directly into the camera with a hardened gaze, his eyes cold and devoid of feeling or emotion.
Then again, I don't go out of my way to make connections because friends, family, and loved ones become weaknesses to exploit. I make no illusions as to who and what I am. I'm honest with myself before anyone else and what I am is the monster.... the villain of my own story. You lie to yourself and say you're a hardcore hero, but you're not, Jackass. All the trophies, prizes, and money in your wallet will be a constant reminder of both your greed and cowardice.
A sinister grin crosses Nomad's face.
Even if you some how win, you're still not the better man here, because I know that if there was someone out there that I found valuable enough to grant the privilege of being my friend and some dumb motherfuckers killed my friend.... They would find pieces of those sons of bitches all over whatever town I found them in and I would not stop until they were dead. I'd go to prison with a smile on my face knowing that my best friend had his own personal bitch to fuck in hell. Think about that as you enter my ring, Jackass Knox.... Really think hard about the kind of man you think you are. See you in the ring, fucker.
Then again, I don't go out of my way to make connections because friends, family, and loved ones become weaknesses to exploit. I make no illusions as to who and what I am. I'm honest with myself before anyone else and what I am is the monster.... the villain of my own story. You lie to yourself and say you're a hardcore hero, but you're not, Jackass. All the trophies, prizes, and money in your wallet will be a constant reminder of both your greed and cowardice.
A sinister grin crosses Nomad's face.
Even if you some how win, you're still not the better man here, because I know that if there was someone out there that I found valuable enough to grant the privilege of being my friend and some dumb motherfuckers killed my friend.... They would find pieces of those sons of bitches all over whatever town I found them in and I would not stop until they were dead. I'd go to prison with a smile on my face knowing that my best friend had his own personal bitch to fuck in hell. Think about that as you enter my ring, Jackass Knox.... Really think hard about the kind of man you think you are. See you in the ring, fucker.
And with that, Jack pulled some wrist tape from the pocket of his trunks and started to wrap his hand. He then turned, and walked out of frame towards the entrance
OCEAN OF PAIN MATCH
JACK NOMAD
VS JACKSON KNOX
No ropes. A fight in the ring surrounded by bails of barbwire.
The objective is to win by throwing your opponent into the barbwire.
The end result for the victim is that they have to be cut free from the barbwire
JACK NOMAD
VS JACKSON KNOX
No ropes. A fight in the ring surrounded by bails of barbwire.
The objective is to win by throwing your opponent into the barbwire.
The end result for the victim is that they have to be cut free from the barbwire
Aiello: Anthony Grunge and Nostalgia started Brawl out right with a great match. Viewer discretion will be advised for this next match. Because up next we have an Ocean of Pain match between Jackson Knox and the man we just heard from backstage .. Jack Nomad. These two had choice words for one another prior to and after Wrestlefest. Tonight they look to settle the score. There are no pinfalls, count outs, submissions or DQ’s. The only way to win is by throwing the opponent into the Barbed Wire Bails around the ring, and making it so they have to be cut free.
#What Scares us is, I think we needed...
#Violence...
The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. The familiar sound of Edsel Dope's voice screams over the PA System.
#BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU KNOW IT'S LOADED!!!
#I GOT IT COCKED AND LOADED!!!
#I GOT A SICKNESS TO FEED!!
"Violence" by Dope continues to play. The fog is parted by the forward motion of a heavily tattooed Jack Nomad suddenly bursting forth with a long legged stride.
#SO BREAK IT DOWN LIKE YOU'RE UNDEVOTED!!!
#DON'T NEED A FUCKIN' MOTIVE!!
#I HOPE YOU'RE READY TO BBBBLLLLEEEEDDDD!!!
His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "HARDCORE" on his shoulders, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. In his hand is a barbwire wrapped silver mop handle sporting black electrical tape at both ends.
Stroup: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! HE STANDS AT SIX FEET AND WEIGHS IN AT 210 lbs. HAILING FROM HIS OWN PERSONAL HELL....
Arriving at ringside, he climbs onto the ring apron and walks to the very center of that apron. Turning to face the fans, Jack throws his arms out at his sides. His face is a burning, intense scowl as he surveys the crowd. He then turns and enters the ring.
Stroup: THE DUKE OF VIOLENCE... JACK NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!
He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Blond hair hangs in his bushy, bearded face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. He removes his vest and tosses it over to his corner.
Aiello: Jack Nomad has been succesful since joining FSW. He is looking to continue his waying ways here tonight on Monday Night Brawl.
Bennett: I can’t wait to see him make Knox bleed. I hope he makes that Pretty Boy Knox not so pretty.
Carter: Nomad thrives on violence, he issues this challenge, and he is looking to hurt Knox. This is his kind of match for sure.
Stroup: And his opponent… weighing in at 205 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan…. JACKKKKKSONNNNN KNNNNNOXXXXX!
’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.
Aiello:Jackson Knox was not seen much toward the end of 2017. He is looking to make an impact here in 2018.
Carter: He is a talented competitor and he looks ready for the violence this match entails.
Bennett:Looks can be deceiving.
Before the bell even rings, Nomad and Knox are exchanging blows in the center of the ring. First Nomad connects with a hard right hand, then Knox connects with a hard right.
DING DING DING
Nomad connects with a hard right, Knox connects with a hard right. Nomad connects with a hard right, Knox goes for a Haymaker, but Nomad ducks it, then drives his knee into the gut of Knox then quickly picks Knox up and sends him to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Nomad heads to his corner and from under his vest he takes out his painted Mop Handle. He wastes no time heading back to Knox. As he cocks back, he goes to slam the Mop Handle onto Knox, but Knox rolls out of the way and onto his feet. Knox charges, but Nomad jabs him in the stomach with the Mop Handle. He then puts the Mop Handle to the throat of Knox as he gets behind him, and begins choking him with the Mop Handle.
This lasts for a few seconds until Nomad decides to bring Knox down with a Side Russian Leg Sweep using the Mop Handle. He goes to hit Knox with the Mop Handle, but Knox catches it just in time. Nomad responds with a kick to the babymaker, causing Knox to release the Mop Handle. Knox’s hands are noticeably bleeding from catching the Barbed Wire Mop Handle as he rolls over and tries to get on his hands and knees. Nomad cocks back and goes to slam the Mop Handle onto the back of Knox, but Knox seems to sense it coming and rolls out of the way. Nomad attempts again, but the same result.
Bennett: Look at that coward! Running away like a sissy.
Carter: Is he supposed to let himself get hit? I can’t believe the nonsense that comes out of your mouth sometimes.
As Nomad cocks back once more, Knox connects with a Leg Sweep, taking Nomad down. Knox pounces on Nomad and begins unloading with hard rights and lefts to the face of Nomad. Nomad tries blocking the force of the blows, Knox responds by jabbing an Elbow into the gut of Nomad. Then proceeds to pummel Nomad with more hard rights and lefts. Nomad finally stop the fury of blows by wrapping his legs around the head of Knox and pulling him down into a Head Scissors. This doesn’t last long as Knox flips up to his with enough momentum to break the Head Scissors Hold.
Knox looks over at Nomad’s Mop Handle, a few feet from both of them. Knox acts as if he is about to go for it, causing Nomad to storm over to it, but Knox knew Nomad would get there first, so Knox comes up, leaps, and connects with a Low Dropkick. Followed by a Standing Moonsault. Knox quickly grabs the hair of Nomad, dragging him to his feet. He takes a few steps and tosses Nomad into one of the bails of barbed wire. Nomad manages to grip the edge of the apron, keeping himself from going completely into the barbwire, his head momentarily caught, however.
The barbs immediately dig in and small streaks of blood run down Jack's face! Knox takes a few steps backs then charges, leaps off and connects with a running senton, causing Nomad's face to sink into the barbed wire bail, but also causing Knox to get his arms and legs caught up in the barbed wire as he skids off of Jack's back!
Aiello: OH MY GOD! What was he thinking?
Bennett: Look at him. He doesn’t think or he wouldn’t agreed to this match.
Carter: I believe he was thinking of victory.
The ref hops down carefully to check out the scene. As he does, Knox manages to get himself free, and falls onto the mat in front. Nomad gives the ref the finger, then frees his legs, before pulling himself out of the barbed wire. Both competitors legs and arms are noticeably bleeding. Both men are on their feet now. Knox goes for a hard right but it’s blocked by Nomad. Nomad goes for a hard right but it is blocked by Knox. As Knox goes for another hard right, Nomad. connects with a kick to the knee of Knox. Nomad grabs the head of Knox and goes to slam his head into the apron, but Knox blocks it, then drives his Elbow into the nose of Nomad. Knox goes to slam Nomad’s head into the apron, but Nomad blocks it. Nomad connects with a hard elbow of his own.
Nomad then follows with a kick to the kidney of Knox, but Knox catches the foot of Nomad. He trips Nomad as he pushes Nomad to the mat. He holds the leg and locks in a Single Legged Crab. Nomad is in obvious pain but he still has his wits about him as he reaches under the ring and pulls out a chair. He swings it backward over his head with enough force upon Knox’s head to force Knox to lose his grip. Nomad slides up to his feet, Knox goes a kick but Nomad evades it, comes up and connects with a Punch to the Eye Socket. Nomad grabs the head of Knox, and slams it into the bail of barbed wire.
Nomad then slides Knox’s face across the barbed wire slicing Knox’s forehead open. He pulls the head of Knox back, grabs his arm, and whips him into the ringpost. Nomad stops his assault to yell some expletives about how he feels about Knox. Then follows by yelling at the crowd Booing him.
Bennett: That is an artist right there and violence is his paintbrush. I can’t wait to see him finish his masterpiece.
Carter: Knox is bleeding profusely. But look at Nomad’s back, it looks like that weird Albino guy from Davinci Code movie punishing himself.
Nomad takes his time and rolls back into the ring to grab his Barbed Wire Mop Handle. As he takes his time rolling back out of the ring, Knox is on his hands and knees. He reaches under the ring and grabs a weapon. He hears Nomad talking smack to the fans, as Nomad cocks back, Knox spins around with a Trash Can Lid and lets the Trash Can Lid take the impact. Knox gets to his feet. Knox throws the Trash Can Lid at Nomad. Nomad blocks it but as he turns back to Knox, Knox catches him with a Superkick. Knox hops over the downed Nomad and grabs the chair. As he does, Nomad is starting to get to his feet, Knox turns and charges, and connects with a Kinshasha with the chair in front of his knee.
Aiello: The F-U with a chair! Nomad looks like he is out cold.
Bennett: Playing possum. He is tougher than nails.
Carter: It doesn’t matter how tough someone is, an impact like that could knock out Paul Bunyan.
Knox is unable to capitalize, the loss of blood taking an obvious toll, he drops to a knee. It takes him about ten seconds to get his wits back about him. Nomad to begins to stir, his head now bleeding profusely. As Nomad gets to his feet, Knox sneaks behind and locks in the Stars and Stripes. But he doesn’t have the hold long as Nomad pushes back, forcing Knox hard into the ringpost. Nomad spins around Knox.
Now they are back to back, Nomad stretches back and grabs the chin of Knox, then uses what remaining strength he has to flip Knox forward, head first into the mat with a Hangman Snapmare Driver.
Aiello: The SpineJacker! Nomad calls that the SpineJacker. Knox is in trouble.
Nomad struggles to get his feet, he wipes the blood dripping over his eyes, and grabs Knox, then throws him into a bail of barbed wire. Knox grabs the barbed wire and wraps it around Knox’s left arm, then his right arm, his right leg, then his left leg before delivering a hard kick to the gut, forcing Knox deeper into the bail of barbed wire.
Knox regains his wits and struggles to get out of the bail of barbed while, as the ref hops to the outside.
The ref realizes Knox is stuck and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… JACKKKKK NOOOOOMADDDDDD!
Bennett: Mr. GQ isn’t looking so good with all that blood on his body
Carter: Nomad is worse for the wear himself. You can tell as he is holding himself up by the apron.
Aiello: That match was as brutal as the name predicted. Both these men will need medical attention after this match .. what an insane display this was! We will be back with more Brawl .. right after these messages
SINGLES MATCH
GRIZZLY DUGGAN
VS RUTHANN HUNTER
Aiello: Welcome back friends! What a gruesome match we just witnessed between Jackson Knox and Jack Nomad. That will go down as one of the most violent matches we have ever witnessed here on BRAWL! Coming up we have The Monster Among Men Grizzly Duggan squaring off against a returning fan favorite in Ruthann “Ruthless Aggression” Hunter.
Stroup: Introducing first… hailing from Columbia, South Carolina and weighing in at 385 pounds…..GRIZZZLYYYY DUGGGAAANNNNNN!
Born of the Serpent’s Eye starts playing, at the 55 second mark of the song Grizzly walks out. He stare at the crowd and makes his way towards the ring. Once at the ring he grabs the top rope, pulls himself up and steps over the rope and walks to the center of the ring. He raises both of his hands as three burst of pyro ignite from each corner in a synchronized fashion.
Aiello: This Rampage competitor is makign another appearance on Monday Night Brawl, and he is looking to spoil Ruthless Aggression’s Brawl comeback match.
Bennett: And he will do it because his a Monster. She has no chance to even take him off his feet, let alone pin him.
Carter: Grizzly Duggan is as hard a man as many to defeat. A man that size, you need to be on top of your game to get the better of him.
Stroup: And his opponent…. Hailing from San Francisco, CA and weighing in at 200 pounds...RUTTHHAANNNNN HUNNNTTTTTERRRR!
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
The crowd starts to chant that part of the song out loud. As the lights go out as Fall Out Boy Centuries came blasting on. They look up at the ramp standing there with a smoke surround her was Ruthless Aggression with her head down. She lifts up her head as she has a long black trench coat that fit her body. As she walking down the ramp it a has "EWC 4 Life" written across it with a picture of a baseball bat on under it in blue and red colors. She smirks as she stops in the middle of the middle ramp looking around taking in the crowd. She closed her eyes as the words came blasting over the speakers.
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take.
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
Hey, hey, hey
Remember me for centuries
She then threw her fist up in the air as she just stood there with a sick grin on her face. She walks towards the steps. She climbs inside of the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckle as she sings the chorus with them.
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
She then jumps down and turns around facing the person taking off the trench coat. She hands it to the person on the outside ready to fight.
Aiello: Listen to the fans go crazy for the return of Ruthless Aggression. She will be looking to make them proud tonight.
Bennet: And I am looking for a barf bag. I know I had one around here.
Carter: She has a big task ahead of her, but she has made a career of proving the doubters wrong. Just look at her accomplishments. They are nothing to scoff at.
Bennett scoffs.
DING DING DING
Grizzly meets Ruthann in the center of the ring. They circle each other before Ruthann bounces off the nearest ropes, coming at Grizzly with a Clothesline attempt, but as she connects, Grizzly barely staggers. Ruthann is quick to get to her feet, she tries the same approach, but this time Grizzly goes for a Clothesline, Ruthann ducks, bounces off the ropes, as Grizzly turns, Ruthann connects with a Spinning Heel Kick. The impact staggers the big man. Ruthan charges and hits a Spear to the upper body of the big man finally taking him to the mat.
Carter: TIMBER! There goes your theory Bennett.
Bennett: She got lucky. Won’t happen again.
Aiello: Ruthann Hunter is a vet, I am sure she plotted and planned how to defeat this Monster of a Man
Ruthann goes for the cover...the ref counts…
ONE
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T...Grizzly tosses Ruthann off of him.
Ruthann lands on the mat and holds her core for a second. Grizzly and Ruthann get to their feet at the same time. Ruthann charges at Grizzly again, but this time is taken down with a Big Boot. Grizzly grabs her by the hair, and brings Ruthann to her knees. He sets her up for a powerbomb, he lifts, but as he does, Ruthann begins unloading lefts and rights to the top of his head followed by an Elbow. She goes for a Huricanranna, but Grizzly uses his strength to pick her back up, and proceeds to connect with the Powerbomb, sending her crashing into the mat. Grizzly goes for the cover...The ref counts…
ONE
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TWO
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Th...Ruthann kicks out.
As Grizzly gets to his feet, he drags Ruthann to her feet. He slaps his wrist around her throat for a Chokeslam, but before he can lift her up, she drives her elbow into the side of his head enough times to daze him and force him to lose his grasp. Ruthann then connects with a Back Kick to the gut before bouncing off the ropes, and taking Grizzly to the mat with a Bulldog.
Carter: Quick thinking by Ruthann, she has this big man well scouted. She would have been in big trouble there if he connected with that Chokeslam.
Bennett: She is still in big trouble. Only a matter of time before he ends this.
She goes for the cover...the ref counts…
ONE
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TWO
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Th...Grizzly again throws Ruthann off of him.
Ruthann quickly gets to her head and goes for the legs of Grizzly, she attempts to put him in a Sharpshooter, but Grizzly uses his massive leg to kick her off. As she gets to her feet, he charges, going for a Clothesline, but the faster Ruthann ducks under, she gets behind Grizzly, and hops on his back, locking in a Sleeper Hold. She has a tight grip on Grizzly but before Grizzly even begins to struggle, he runs her back into the corner, but Ruthann does not lose her grip. She tightens her grip, but this time Grizzly just drops backwards, landing on top of Ruthann, knocking the wind out of her. Instead of going for a pin, he picks her up, and slaps his wrist on her neck,lifts, and takes her down with a Chokeslam.
Bennett: Que Swan Song. She is done. It was a fun comeback while it lasted.
Grizzly goes for the cover...the ref counts…
ONE
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TWO
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Carter: What resiliency by Ruthann. She is ever bit the competitor she is hyped to be.
Aiello: There is no doubting Ruthann’s toughness. She has gone up against the biggest, baddest, and the best and has found a way to win.
Grizzly gets up furious. He gets in the refs face, yelling at the ref. He is about o push the ref until his manager Billy “Conrad Jones” Connors jumps on the apron and yells at him to stop. He yells at Grizzly to FINISH HER. Grizzly turns and heads back to Ruthann, on her hands and knees, pushing herself to her feet. Grizzly heads over to Ruthann, picks her up, throws her up on her shoulders, and he begins running but before he can finisher her with the Running Powerslam, she manages to slide out the back. As Grizzly turns, Ruthann connects with another Spinning Heel Kick, staggering the big man. She connects with another back kick to the gut, followed but a Lariat, but Grizzly does not go down. Ruthann runs to the corner, she climbs to the top turnbuckle. As Grizzly turns, Ruthann leaps off, and takes Grizzly down with the RKO.
Aiello: The Ruth Awakens! Ruthann just hit the Ruth Awakens!
Ruthann quickly hooks the legs and goes for the cover...the ref counts…
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DING DING DING
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….RUTTHHAANNNNN HUNNNTTTTTERRRR!Carter: She did it! Ruthann Hunter came away with the victory in her return to Monday Night Brawl. We shouldn’t be surprised, she is a fearless competitor and has overcome any adversity in her path.
Bennett: She got lucky. Something got in Duggan’s eye. I saw it. I think it was the ref. Yeah, the ref threw something in Duggan’s eye.
The ref raises Ruthann Hunter’s arm in victory. Ruthann extends a hand to Duggan but he ignores the gesture. Instead Ruthann celebrates by heading outside the ring and reciprocating the love she is getting from the crowd.
Aiello: Welcome back Ruthann! Excellent start to the new season for her and Brawl! Stay tuned folks, coming up next we have Emma Louise going up against Kestrel. Both will be looking to start 2018 off on the right foot, but only one of these ladies can start their 2018 off with a victory.
We open up in the hallway to find Ace Heart standing alongside "The Rebel" Melinda Rhodes, a woman clearly dressed and ready to compete in her match tonight. With a smile on his mustached face, he kicked things off.
Heart: Ace Heart here along with Melinda Rhodes. Always a pleasure, Rebel.
Rebel: Likewise, Ace.
Heart: How are you feeling coming into your first match of the 2018 year against Amis Shelton, one of the biggest rivals to the Undisputed Champion, Ashton Drake.
Rebel: A bit nervous. He looked poised to take the crown more than once from Drake when they fought, but the Champ always seemed to have a bit more reserve in the tank than Amis. I'm just hoping my time off hasn't been to my detriment. I've been training, but I've also had a number of functions to go to and attend.
Heart: Indeed. In your promo, you referred to Mr. Shelton as an "Asshole Extraordinaire" on top of being Victor Price's former right hand man. He seems to be a bit more cordial these days and was even fairly respectful towards you in his shoot.
Melinda gave a slow nod.
Rebel: Yeah, seeing how he chose to address me, I kind of feel bad for it. All I had to go on was his treatment of others in the past and his time under Victor's command. I said it before, I've been in his shoes and walked the path to redemption. It's a long and hard road that will not always lead to forgiveness, but at least he's trying.
Heart: That is very true. What of the statements of Mr. Shelton regarding your status before Wrestlefest and how you've seemingly fallen apart?
She crosses her arms over her chest, eyes cast to the floor for a moment, all signs of visible discomfort.
Rebel: Truth is, he's right. The pressure was on me and I folded under it. When I lost the International Championship, I lost my way. I felt as if I had let everyone down. The fans, my family, and myself. I felt like a damn disgrace, even if I lost it to a worthy opponent. As I stated, I didn't even get one solid defense in. I went on a pretty good undefeated streak after winning it, so I suppose I should've looked at each match as a successful defense, but at the time, I didn't see it that way. Victor Price's plan to discredit me had worked in the end. Danny Mac lost faith in me and I had lost faith in myself for a time....
Heart: I see....
Rebel: ...I know that was all last year and this is a New Year, but that's one of the few pieces of business that still bother me from 2017, Ace. It devastated me to the point that I went along with a plan that ultimately made me out to be the fool, instead of challenging for and demanding my place at the table. Would I have won? Hard to say but I'd have liked to have found out, rather than have allowed self-doubt to cloud my judgement. I had a moment to really step up and prove myself.
Her head lifts and she slowly looks back towards Ace.
Rebel: Instead, I threw away my shot and I will always regret that, no matter how many years pass me by. All I can do is, as Amis said, pick myself up and march forward. I won't let the Nostalgias, Kestrels, Neo James Carners, Otakis, and AJ Johnsons have the last laugh. I won't give them the satisfaction of watching me lay down and die.
Moisture filled her eyes and she quickly wiped at them.
Rebel: I'm going into that ring to give Amis the best fight I can and should I fall short, so be it. It won't be the end of Melinda Rhodes. I'll just continue to change, adapt, and evolve with time.
Heart: Thank you, Rebel. Good luck in your match tonight.
Rebel: Thanks, Ace.
Ace Heart looks back to the camera as The Rebel turns and walks out of frame.
Heart: Back to you at Ringside, gentlemen.
SINGLES MATCH
EMMA LOUISE
VS KESTREL
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl. We've had a great show so far and the next match is a highly anticipated one.
Carter: Two mainstays on Brawl facing off for the very first time. Both of these wrestlers are looking to start 2018 with a victory.
Bennett: Enough talking let's get to the introductions.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. Kestrel!
The overhead lights dim as the sound of a chopper flying overhead fills the air, the opening for 'Torture' taking over a few seconds later. As the song kicks into proper gear alongside of Layla Brooklyn Allman's scream, lights of a muted shade of pink and white swirl out over the crowd as smoke rises up through the grating of the rampway, the crowd filling the air with their boos in anticipation for the woman that is about to come out. The song jumps to the chorus as Kestrel emerges from the back, the slender blond thrusting her fists over her head garnering more of that heated reaction… though such is not something that she seems concerned with. Rather, it appears that the gesture is for her own benefit, and hers alone if one goes by the deep breath she takes before she's in motion anew. As she makes her way down the ramp, it becomes readily apparent that she's not paying the crowd much of a reaction at all-- even a brave fan's successful attempt to run his fingers through the long strands of her hair is ignored beyond the faintest flick of her head away from the touch. Climbing the stairs, Kestrel puts her back to the ring ropes as she looks out over the crowd, though it could be argued quite easily that she's looking past them. A subtle shake of her head and she's kicking off the ring apron to flip into the ring, landing lightly on her feet. From there, she merely makes her way over to her corner and waits for the match to begin.
Stroup: And her opponent from London, England. Emma Louise!
"Neo Geo' plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.
Suddenly Kestrel dropkicks Emma off the ropes and she falls to the outside floor. Kestrel rolls out of the ring and catches Emma with a running knee to the face. Kestrel grabs Emma by the arm and pulls her up. She walks over to the steel steps and slams Emma's right arm down, causing her to let out a scream and fall to the floor.
Aiello: This match hasn't officially started yet. Kestrel is really taking it to Louise.
Bennett: The Queen of Torture is back!
Kestrel brings Emma to her feet and rolls her into the ring. She hops onto the apron and slides in the ropes looking unamused as referee Josh Daniels signals for the start.
DING! DING! DING!
Kestrel goes for the cover on Louise.
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Emma uses her good arm to get her shoulder off the mat and Kestrel gets back to her feet. She stomps on the right arm of Emma and slams her knee on the injured joint. Emma holds her arm in pain but Kestrel pulls at it and drops down for an armbar. Emma scrambles and gets a rollup on Kestrel for the pin.
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Aiello: Quick thinking there by Louise. She could have been in some serious trouble.
Bennett: This is great. Kestrel is really kicking ass out there.
Both ladies get to their feet and Emma ducks under an elbow, catching Kestrel with a back heel kick. Emma follows with a boot to the gut and a twist of hate. She makes the cover on Kestrel.
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Emma waits as Kestrel slowly climbs to her feet. She attempts a spin kick but Kestrel sidesteps it and returns with a roundhouse to the injured arm. She pulls Emma to the corner and puts her into a rope-assisted hammerlock. Daniels gets Kestrel to break the hold and Emma falls to the mat holding her arm.
Aiello: Kestrel is really attacking that arm and trying to take it home with her.
Carter: She was getting very close to a disqualification. Great job by Daniels breaking the illegal hold.
Daniels warns Kestrel as she pulls Emma to her feet and whips her into the opposite corner. Kestrel has a few words for the referee before grabbing ahold of Emma's arm and pulling her into a kimura lock. Emma fights to get out and wraps her arms around Kestrel. She lifts her into the air and drops Kestrel with a bubba bomb. Emma falls to the mat holding her injured arm.
Aiello: What a show of determination by Louise! That En-Emma was incredible!
Bennett: Son o bitch! Where did that come from?
Both ladies slowly climb to their feet and meet in the center of the ring. Kestrel dodges a thrust kick from Emma but her right hand is blocked and she gets hit with a kick to the midsection. Emma attempts a snap suplex but Kestrel reserves it into a neckbreaker. She jumps into a sitting splash on Emma's arm and locks in the Omoplata. Emma gives in quickly to the extreme pain and taps.
DING! DING! DING!
Stroup: And your winner by submission, Kestrel!
Aiello: Another great match tonight. Both of these ladies fought to the very end.
Bennett: I commend Louise on a strong performance but Kestrel is back and I want to see more.
Aiello: We'll be back with more Monday Night Brawl
Backstage we see Ruthless Aggression with a towel wrapped around her neck leaning against the wall talking with someone. They notice the camera she say goodbye to them. She turns around with a smile seeing Ace Heart is standing right there.
Ace Heart: It great to see you again Mrs. Hunter. I don't care whatever anyone thinks. I want to say it great to see you back here on Brawl.
Ruthless Aggression: Thank you, Ace.
Ace Heart: Tonight it seems your past the test of Mr. Saint from Rampage but can you explain to everyone what is going on between your two?
Ruthless Aggression: Mr. Saint and I are great friends and there are times when friends will bump heads. It happens. We all not perfect so he a butthurt that I made the choice to pop on over to Brawl. When I feel it the right time to explain to him face to face as to why I will do that but before I do that. I will need to go over to Rampage for a visit. It only right since he sends his monster over to see little old me here on Brawl. It time for me to show my face one more time on Rampage but it a visit that someone will wish I never made.
Ruthless Aggression winks over at Ace Heart with a soft smile patting him on the back while she walked away from them walking down the hallway as we cut to commercial break
BRAWL DEBUT MATCH
DAVID MILLER
VS CAL PINE
Aiello: We just saw Kestrel and Emma Louise wow the crowd with a hard fought battle. Coming up next we have two newcomers looking to start their EWC Careers with a victory as David “The Assasin” Miller takes on “The Manic Munchkin” Cal Pine.
Stroup: Introducing first...hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at 185 pounds….CALLLL PIIIINNNNNE!
The opening chords of Coheed & Cambria's "The Hard Sell" echo throughout the arena as "The Manic Munchkin" Cal Pine makes his way through the curtain, bouncing lightly to the beat, with Mia Moss at his side. He smirks as he glances out at the crowd, ignoring the loud negative response the fans are giving him. Cal drops to one knee and holds his arms out as if to gloat, still bouncing lightly with the music, as Mia stands behind him with her hands resting on his shoulders. Cal slaps the ground and rises to his feet before casually making his way towards the ring. He pauses before rolling into the ring so Mia can give him a customary good luck kiss on the cheek. Cal gets into a fighting stance and throws some shadow strikes to loosen up before leaning in the corner as he waits for the match to start.
Aiello: Pine is not a big guy, but he comes into EWC ready to make a big impact.
Bennett: If he is as good as Mia looks, the EWC better watch out.
Carter: I am looking forward to seeing what Cal Pine brings to the table. He is rumored with second to none technical prowess, which makes him a threat to every competitor in the EWC.
As cameras pan across the capacity crowd, the lights begin to lower, drawing several the fans to their feet in anticipation. Seconds pass in silence, before a single tone bleeds through the speakers, slowly leading into a hard, pounding cadence that echoes throughout the arena. Black and white video-clips begin to play in time with the beat, showing Miller shadow boxing in an empty ring, or glaring into the camera from various angles. As the music hits a raucous crescendo, becoming the marching metal chords of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day,” the video clips change to a sporadic, jagged montage of Miller from past matches and the lights return in violent, pulsating strobes, driving the crowd into an even greater frenzy. A sudden riot draws the camera to a side entrance. Silhouetted against the tunnel opening, flanked by members of EWC security staff, stands a hooded figure casually loosening his wrists. Head bowed low, the man begins a subtle, purposed march out into the sea of humanity to a mix of cheers and curses.
A few hands slap at the man’s back and shoulders, while others display raised middle fingers. Pieces of trash and debris bounce off his battered hoodie. Security attempts to step in and regain control, but Miller simply waves them off, ignoring it all. Continuing his walk through the fans, he raises his hands almost absently, accepting palm slaps and fist bumps here and there before easily stepping up onto the guardrail, taking a moment to stare out into the thousands gathered within the arena. The divided masses continue to voice their equal love and hate, but he pays no mind. Dropping down to the floor, Miller stalks the inside of the guardrail and slowly circles around to the ring steps, rolling the joints in his shoulders loose. Climbing the steps up to the apron, he ducks between the ropes and paces, giving a brief look out into the crowd before turning his attention to the stage. The hint of a smirk creeps into place as he peels off his jacket and tosses it to a crewman, throwing short combinations as his music begins to fade.
Aiello: Like Pine, Miller is looking to use his debut as a platform to showcase why he has what it takes to become an impact player.
Bennett: I like that he severely hurts people. I hope we see that at some point in his EWC tenure.
Carter: You would Steve. But I have to agree in a sense, this man has a history of putting on edge of your seat matches, and I hope he continues that trend here.
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings, Pine makes his way out of the corner as Miller charges, going to a Running High Knee, but Pine evades the impact a moment before contact. As soon as Miller turns, Pine is in the air, locking his legs around the head of Miller, attempting a Hurricanrana, but Miller uses his strength advantage to grab the back of Pine and stop the momentum. He transitions into an Inverted Michinoku Driver, sending Pine crashing into the mat.
Miller waits for Pine to get to his hands and knees, Miller runs toward Pine, he does a small leap, about to attempt a Curb Stomp, but Pine manages to push himself backward, thus out of harm’s way. Miller turns and steps toward Pine. Pine throws his hands up, as if he is asking Miller to stop. This confuses Miller, Miller looks at the ref, giving Pine the chance to get to his feet. As Miller turns back to Pine, Pine connects with a kick to the knee, followed by a Back Elbow to the face. He finishes the combo by driving his knee into the gut of Miller, then connecting with a Snap Suplex.
Bennett: That was pure genius by Cal Pine. Miller played the sucker role perfectly.
Carter: I think you mean pure cowardice by Pine.
Aiello: However you describe it, it was effective. He is now in the driver seat.
Pine grabs the right leg of Miller, spreads it from the left leg then comes down with an Elbow. He quickly gets back to his feet, repeating the process, then repeats the move on more time, causing Miller to grab his knee in pain. Pine gets to his feet again, he grabs both legs of Miller, about to attempt the Boston Crab, but Miller leans forward and connects with a hard right hand. He shakes his left leg of of the hold, using it to kick Pine in the gut.
This gives Miller the time to get to his feet. Pine recovers and goes for a kick to the kidneys, but Miller catches his leg, pulls him close, then takes him down with a Sweep Kick. Miller wastes no time, he wraps his arms around the waist of Pine, then lifts him, and drops Pine hard on the mat with a Deadlift Gutwrench Suplex. After doing so, Miller goes to get up, but stumbles momentarily due to the damage caused to his right knee by Pine.
Aiello: It looked like Pine had Miller right where he wanted him, but Miller showed resiliency is part of his repotoire.
Miller goes for the cover...the ref counts…
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Both men get to their feet. Miller goes for a Discuss Clothesline, but Pine ducks under the Clothesline attempt, then turns and dives at the back of the right knee of Miller, taking him down with a Chop Block. Pine proceeds to stomp on the knee of the downed Miller. First to the back, then working his down to the back of the right knee. Pine takes his right foot, and presses down with all his might onto the back of the right knee, putting tremendous pressure on it. Pine takes his foot off the leg, and before Miller can turn to grab his injured knee, Pine comes down with an Elbow to the back of the neck of Miller.
Aiello: Pine had a strategy heading into this match, and he is following it to the tee.
Bennett: Well, Miller probably won’t be killing Pine’s career tonight, but I have a few names I could suggest for the future.
Carter: Miller is tough as nails, this match is far from over.
As Carter finishes his sentence, Pine comes down with another elbow to the back of Miller’s neck. Pine gets up and quickly hurries to the corner. He hops onto the top turnbuckle, sets himself, then leaps. He connects with a MOONSAULT...He makes the cover...the ref counts…
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Pine gets up and begins arguing with the ref. He yells the ref gave him a slow count. This gives Miller time to limp to his feet. He squares up to the now approaching Pine. Pine goes for a hard right but it is blocked by Miller, managing to transition Pine into a Half-Nelson. But he doesn’t hold the lock, Miller lifts, then slams Pine to the mat with a Half-Nelson Slam. At first, Miller struggles to get to his feet, due to his knee, but he does and before Pine. Pine is on his hands and knees, Miller steps up and connects with a Shining Wizard.
Aiello: Miller calls that the Shatterpoint, Pine is in trouble.
Miller takes a few seconds, his knee still bothering him, but he does go the cover...the ref counts…
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Carter: Pine showing some perseverance of his own. That was a devastating kick, but Pine was not ready to lose that match.
Bennett: No one is ever ready to lose a match, moron.
Carter: Shut your mouth Steve. You know what I meant.
Miller wastes no time grabbing Pine and dragging him to his feet. Miller wraps one arm around the neck of Pine, and with the other grabs the leg, setting up the Exploder Suplex, which he completes by sending Pine hard into the mat into the center of the ring. Miller looks at the downed Pine then at the corner, he heads to the corner. Miller climbs to the top turnbuckle, he sets himself, then leaps. He goes a Swan Dive Headbutt, but Pine rolls out of the way just in time, causing Miller to crash head first into the mat.
Both men are down. The ref starts his count….
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Miller is still a bit dazed. Pine sees his window of opportunity to end this match and charges at Miller. Miller turns to Pine, turning right into a Running STO.
Aiello: That’s the Boston Waffle! This match could be over.
Pine goes for the cover...the ref counts…
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Carter: Miller kicked out just in the knick of time. I can’t believe it.
Bennett: This ref is biased. Did you see how slow that count was?
Pine begins pounding on the mat in frustration. He gets up and kicks the bottom ropes a few times before turning his attention back to Miller. He walks over, grabs Miller and drags him to his feet. He whips Miller into the ropes Miller bounces off the ropes, Pine takes him down with a Snap Arm Drag. He gets up cockily, he meanders over to Miller. As he grabs the arm to pick up Miller he is yelling at the fans, boasting how he is about to win, Miller takes advantage of Pine’s lackasasictal approach as they get to their feet. Miller grabs the arm of Pine, pulls him hard to the mat, locks the arm between the legs, then locks in the Crossface.
Aiello: The Vale of Tears! The Vale of Tears out of nowhere.
Miller has the Vale of Tears locked in, Pine is frantic trying to escape the move, but the more he struggles the more pain he is caused. The ref checks on him but he refuses to quit. Within the next 10 seconds Miller pulls tighter on the neck, forcing Pine to tap out.
DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your winner….DAVVVVVID MILLLLLERRRRR!
Carter: What a debut for both these men. But Miller was able to overcome the excellent strategy of Pine and come away with the victory. What a match! Both these men proved they belong in EWC tonight.
Bennett: And the ref proved he needs to go back to Ref School to learn how to count. Pine should have won this match TWICE!
The ref raises the arm of David Miller who receives a mix of laugh, disdain, and ambiguity from the crowd. Miller doesn’t celebrate instead he heads out of the ring with head held high.
Aiello: I second Carter’s notion. That was a hell of a debut from both men. The next match will have a hard time topping that, when we have Rebel Rhodes set to face off against Amiss Shelton. If anyone can top that, those are two likely candidates. Stay tuned folks. We will be back after these quick messages
SINGLES MATCH
AMIS SHELTON
VS MELINDA RHODES
VS MELINDA RHODES
Carter: I’m absolutely loving this show! 2018 promises to be a banner year for the EWC, and so far, everyone has given their all to bring that statement to life.
Aiello: Lots on the line so far, with plenty of EWC regulars looking to make a hell of an impression going into the new year – none more-so than one of our next competitors, Amis Shelton.
Bennett: That turn-coat little twig shouldn’t even be in an EWC ring after what he did to Price. I don’t know what kind of game your daddy’s playing, Carter, but he never should’ve brought this guy back.
Carter: Either way, back he is, and he’s up against another seeker of redemption in the Rebel, Herself, Melinda Rhodes. She finished 2017 looking strong as ever, but you can bet she’s just getting started.
"YOUNG RENEGADE!!"
The crowd erupt in a chorus of cheers as Hollywood Undead's "Renegade begins to play. Amis Shelton emerges from behind the curtain with his arms outstretched as he embraces the reception from the crowd. Amis scouts the entire arena with a smile. Nodding his head, he proceeds down the ramp.
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Springfield, Illinois, weighing 200 pounds. The Real F’N Deal … AMIS … F’N’ … SHELTON!
Amis climbs onto the apron and hops over the top rope and climbs a turnbuckle, aggressively outstretching his arms which generates more cheers from the fans. Amis looks out to the crowd once more before climbing off the turnbuckle and warming up on the spot.
Aiello: You can bet Shelton is looking to turn back a lot of the dark deeds he did as Price's little puppet, but first he needs to get through a woman who's been on absolute fire the past few months in Rebel Rhodes.
Carter: And speaking of Rhodes...
#I'M ON THE TRAIN THAT'S PULLING THE SICK AND TWISTED...
#MAKING THE MOST OF THE RIDE BEFORE WE GET ARRESTED!!!
#WE'RE ALL WASTED AND WE'RE NOT GOING HOME TONIGHT!!!
#MAKING THE MOST OF THE RIDE BEFORE WE GET ARRESTED!!!
#WE'RE ALL WASTED AND WE'RE NOT GOING HOME TONIGHT!!!
Halestorm's, "Freak like Me" assaults the P/A system. Through the curtains steps a fit, pale skinned, raven haired and heavily tattooed woman, her fist raised up in the air. 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."
#COVERED IN BLACK WE LACK THE SOCIAL GRACES!!!
#JUST LIKE ANIMAL'S WE CRAWL OUT OF OUR CAGES!
#THEY CAN'T TAME US!!
#SO IF YOU'RE ONE OF US GET ON THA' BUS!!!
#JUST LIKE ANIMAL'S WE CRAWL OUT OF OUR CAGES!
#THEY CAN'T TAME US!!
#SO IF YOU'RE ONE OF US GET ON THA' BUS!!!
Jessica Stroup: ON HER WAY TO THE RING....
She makes her way to the ring with a confident stride, slapping fives with a few outstretched hands as she does so. It doesn't take her long to reach ringside. She climbs the steps, wipes her feet on the apron, and slips through the ropes. Giving the crowd a three finger salute, Rebel Rhodes backs into a corner of her choosing and waits.
#IF YOU'RE A FREAK LIKE ME!!!
#WWWAAAVVVEEE YOUR FLAG!!!
#IF YOU'RE A FREAK LIKE ME!!!
#GET OFF YOUR ASS!!!
#IT'S OOOOUURRRR TTTTIIIIMMMMEEE NNNNOWW!
#TO LET IT ALL HHHAAANNNNGGGG OOOOUUUTTT!!!
The crowd headbangs along with the Rebel as her theme plays over the P/A. Her hands clap with the beat along with the fans, a smile playing across those ruby red lips.
Jessica Stroup: FROM CORTEZ, COLORADO, STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO POUNDS...
RRRRRREEEEBBBBBEEEEEELLLLL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!
The crowd pops and Melinda raises her arm with a three fingered salute to the fans.
Bennett: Can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I can’t way to see Rebel rip his head clean off.
Aiello: Given Shelton’s past history with Price, and the recent attack on President Mac, you might just get your wish, Steve.
DING! DING! DING!
Rebel wastes no time covering the distance to Shelton, blasting him with a lunging forearm that knocks Amis back into the corner. Rebel looks for a chop, but Amis ducks under and escapes to the center of the ring with Rebel close behind him. As he turns, she sticks him with a jab before grabbing him and looking for an irish whip. Amis plants his feet and tries to reverse it, but Rebel slides between his legs and pops up behind him with a dropkick to the back of the knee. Amis drops and quickly rolls out of the way, getting to his feet just as Rebel rushes in. Side-stepping, Amis aims a sweeping kick to Rebel’s ankle, but she leaps onto the middle rope at the last second, springboard around into a headscissors and taking Amis down to the mat. Both roll to their feet, with Rebel being quicker. As Amis gets to his feet, he’s met with a sharp cross to the jaw, then a back elbow to follow up. Hooking an arm, Rebel looks to drag him over, but Amis shoves her away and leaps up with a standing dropkick. Both roll to their feet, with Rebel aiming a lariat that Amis ducks, leaping up to catch her with an enzuigiri as she staggers past.
Carter: These two aren’t wasting any time! Straight into the action.
Aiello: Shelton showing a hint of rust, but certainly not much. Rhodes known for her quickness in the ring, and Amis is right there alongside her so far.
Catching herself on the ropes, Rebel turns with a hand to her head, just as Amis runs in with the kitchen sink, sending her crashing down to the canvas. Dropping an elbow, he just misses as Rebel rolls away and pushes up, grabbing hold and sending him over with a snap suplex, floating over into a quick cover.
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The referee barely has time to drop down before Amis kicks out, shoving Rhodes away. As he sits up, she backs into the ropes and aims a sliding clothesline, but Amis lays flat and lets her fly past. Kipping up, he turns just as Rebel tucks into a roll back to her feet and wheels around, the two of them ending up locked in a stare down at center ring. A loud ovation rips through the crowd at the show. Rebel is the first one to strike, catching Amis with a jab, and then another, before unloading an uppercut into his ribs. Trying to protect himself, Amis grabs an arm and falls backward with a single-arm DDT, dropping Rhodes on her head. The Rebel rolls away, grimacing in pain as Amis is quick to regain his feet.
Bennett: Dropped the lady square on her head with that one.
Aiello: Amis taking control of the match for now, but Rebel’s certainly not out of it. Whatever rust we saw from Shelton earlier has fallen away, leaving the ‘Real Deal’ we’re all so familiar with.
Bennett: Real F’N Deal. Don’t be such a boy scout.
Amis crosses and pulls Rebel to a stand, taking a shot to the midsection for his trouble, before she leaps up and goes for a Shot Through the Heart, only for Amis to shove her away. Landing hard on her back, Rebel arches her spine as Amis catches a with breath. As Rhodes pulls herself up with the ropes, Amis grabs her from behind and hits a release German suplex, dumping the Rebel on her head and bridging up for the pin.
1!
2!
An easy kick out from Rhodes, who rolls to the side and pushes up to her knees. Sitting up, Amis turns just as Rhodes gets to a stand, both of them locking up at center ring, until Amis turns and pulls her over with a hip toss, followed by a senton to the ribs. Rebel starts to roll onto her stomach, but Amis drops a knee into the back of her shoulder, then reaches down to start pulling her up. Lighting her up with a chop to the chest, he hits it a second time, before whipping her to the ropes. Coming back, Rebel ducks under a leapfrog from Amis, then goes for a baseball slide between his legs, but Amis is ready and unleashes a soccer kick to the face that stops Rebel cold. The crowd groans in sympathy as Rebel clutches her face. Grabbing one of her feet, Amis lifts her by the leg and spikes her knee down into the canvas. Rebel screams and reaches for the joint, but Shelton shoves her hand away and does it a second time. Again, Rhodes cries out and tries to fight back, landing an upward kick to the side of Amis’ head.
Carter: Shelton showing a bit of a mean streak attached to all that technical skill. Looks like he’s had enough of dealing with Rhodes’ footwork after those last few counters.
Aiello: Taking out a leg eliminates a good 90% of what Melinda can do in that ring. Once the wheel comes off, all she’s got is those hands of hers. Lucky for the Rebel, she’s still a hell of a threat that way.
Amis calls something down to Rhodes and grabs for her foot again, but she kicks him off and rolls forward, coming up to her feet with a hobble. Turning just in time to see Amis charging, she arcs back with a matrix evasion, straightening up and swinging around to catch Amis with a sleeper hold drop. Rebel quickly gets to her feet and bounces off the bottom rope with a guillotine leg drop across Amis’ throat, grabbing for a leg and stacking him up.
1!
2!
Another quick kick out from Amis. Getting to her feet, Rebel favors the targeted knee a little, but still pulls Amis into a sitting position, delivering a vicious kick to his spine. Gritting his teeth, Shelton groans in pain, turning to push up to his feet just as Rhodes nails him with a cross to the jaw that nearly floors him. Amis staggers back into the ropes and recoils, right into Rebel who hoists him up with a back body drop, her knee almost giving out under the weight. Amis cradles his back as Rebel reaches for her knee.
Aiello: Looks like Rebel’s aggravated that knee Amis was working on with that body drop.
Bennett: Hell yes, she did. What did she think would happen putting all that weight on her gam?
Aiello: She was probably acting on instinct, Steve. That body drop is almost second nature to her.
Getting to her feet, Rhodes kicks out her leg a few times, looking to loosen up the joint. Turning, she sees Amis rolling to his knees and pulls him up the rest of the way, thrusting a knee into his gut before snapping him over with a snapmare, and following up with a rolling neck whip. Amis grabs at his neck with both hands, kicking at the mat in pain as Rebel turns and stalks him. Backing into the near corner, she pulls herself up to the second ropes and dives off with an elbow, catching Shelton in the back of the neck. Immediately he rolls away, howling in pain as he comes to rest on the apron. Using the ropes, he struggles to pull himself up as Rhodes closes in. As Rhodes reaches for him, Amis ducks between the ropes with a shoulder block, then slingshots back in with a sunset flip, but Rhodes back rolls through and drives a lands a front dropkick to the face. Holding his jaw, Amis rolls to his knees, trying to get back to his feet, but Rhodes is right there to pull him up. Backing him into the ropes, she looks to whip him across, but Amis reverses and scoops her up onto his shoulder before running towards the corner and hurling her against the post with the Lawn Dart. The crowd cringes as Rhodes hits hard and crumples to the mat. Dropping to his knees, Amis sits up and tries to catch his breath, shaking the cobwebs loose.
Carter: Rhodes’ head just plowing into that corner post. Amis with plenty of time to center himself out that Lawn Dart.
Bennett: If you’ve got time to breath, you got time to pin, and that’s what the dumb sum ‘o bitch needs to be doing!
Getting to his feet, Amis grabs Rebel’s foot and drags her out of the corner, only for Rhodes to reach up and pull him down into a small package! The referee drops for the count, but Amis easily breaks free before the first count. Rising quickly, incensed by the near-fall, he stomps down on Rebel’s chest, then on the knee he’d worked over earlier, causing Rhodes to try and roll away. Reaching down, Amis drags her up and lifts her into a vertical suplex, bouncing her legs off the ropes to slingshot off the recoil, driving her down onto the mat. Sitting up, he heaves a heavy exhale and turns to make the cover, only for Rebel to kick her foot up onto the rope before the referee can even start. Seeing the foot, Amis yells and drags Rhodes to her feet, lifting her up in a fireman’s carry for a death valley driver. Struggling, Rebel begins elbowing him in the back of the head, shifting her weight as much as possible before countering with a crucifix takedown!
1!
2!
The crowd calls “3!” but there’s no bell, the referee shooting his hand up to call the close-2. Rolling away, Rhodes sprawls on her stomach, slowly pushing herself up to her knees while gasping for breath.
Aiello: And Rhodes’ quick-thinking leads to another close call! Amis is spent. Rhodes is spent. At this point, it’s anyone’s match!
As Rhodes catches her breath, Amis rolls painfully to his side, grabbing hold of the ropes and using them to pull himself to a knee. Behind him, Rebel begins to stir as well, igniting the crowd to a rumble. Getting to his feet, Amis turns just as Rhodes grabs him for another Shot Through the Heart, but Amis holds onto the rope, leaving Rhodes to drop to the canvas
Carter: This match has been everything the crowd wanted, hoped for and more
The Rebel springs up to catch Amis Shelton in a 3/4th's necklock and just as she's about to drop him, he shoves her off and goes for the Roundhouse and Discus Elbow combination he calls THE DREAM EATER! But the Rebel manages to duck both, heading for the ropes. Amis is quick to recover and ducks her rebound clothesline and heads for the ropes she just rebounded off of. Mel never stops running and the two hit opposing ropes at the same time. They both come at each other with great speed and power, their courses of action mirrored unintentionally. The two collide with dueling power lariats and knock each other off their feet, both rolling away from one another, the Rebel rolls into the ropes and Shelton towards a nearby corner.
Carter: BBBAMO!
Aiello: Both competitors take each other down with such an insane impact!
Bennett: Apparently great minds think alike, Joe.
Aiello: You got that right.
The Rebel is the first to rise, but clearly dazed as she hangs onto the ropes for support in a kneeling stance. The Referee checks on her, then on Amis who fights to also sit up. Shelton rolls onto his stomach, breathing hard from the shot he took. At that moment, a hooded figure slips over the ring barricade.
Carter: Hey security! We got a fan over the barricade!
Melinda pulls herself to a stand on the ropes while the Referee is still conversing with Amis. At that moment, the man throws back his hood to reveal the bleach blond smugness that is AJ Johnson, who leaps onto the apron and delivers a Superkick to the Rebel's face over the ropes!
Aiello: AJ JOHNSON?!!! NO AND HE HIT'S A SUPERKICK RIGHT ON THE REBEL!!!
The Rebel's head snaps back as she stumbles and falls flat on her back at the center of the ring. AJ drops down as Amis Shelton, spotting the down and out Rebel, crawls over to her and makes the cover, not knowing what just happened.
Carter: Not like this! Not her first match of the year!
Carter: BBBAMO!
Aiello: Both competitors take each other down with such an insane impact!
Bennett: Apparently great minds think alike, Joe.
Aiello: You got that right.
The Rebel is the first to rise, but clearly dazed as she hangs onto the ropes for support in a kneeling stance. The Referee checks on her, then on Amis who fights to also sit up. Shelton rolls onto his stomach, breathing hard from the shot he took. At that moment, a hooded figure slips over the ring barricade.
Carter: Hey security! We got a fan over the barricade!
Melinda pulls herself to a stand on the ropes while the Referee is still conversing with Amis. At that moment, the man throws back his hood to reveal the bleach blond smugness that is AJ Johnson, who leaps onto the apron and delivers a Superkick to the Rebel's face over the ropes!
Aiello: AJ JOHNSON?!!! NO AND HE HIT'S A SUPERKICK RIGHT ON THE REBEL!!!
The Rebel's head snaps back as she stumbles and falls flat on her back at the center of the ring. AJ drops down as Amis Shelton, spotting the down and out Rebel, crawls over to her and makes the cover, not knowing what just happened.
Carter: Not like this! Not her first match of the year!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING!
Jessica Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL..... AAAAMMMMIIIISSSSS SSSSHHHEEEELLLLLTTTOOOONN!!!
"Renegade" by Hollywood Undead hit's the PA and The crowd boos in uproar as Amis is lifted to his feet, confused as he sees AJ Johnson laughing outside of the ring. The Rebel lays flat on her back, eyes half lidded as she fights to try and get up, but clearly is out of it. AJ promptly leaps back over the barricade as security, lead by Melinda's Manager, Molly O'Hatherine, swarm ringside!
Carter: EMT's are helping the Rebel recover, but AJ Johnson may have just put the Rebel's 2018 run off to a bad start
Bennett: Amis Shelton with the win tonight, starting the year off right
Aiello: Hopefully Rebel is ok .. not the start she wanted or expected .. we'll be right back after a word from our sponsors!
NON TITLE SINGLES MATCH
AJ JOHNSON
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
Aiello: “Next up we have our International Champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater going head to head with AJ Johnson.”
Bennett: “I’m telling you right now, AJ Johnson is on the cusp of catching greatness in 2018.”
Carter: “Morgan is one of the premiere athletes that EWC has signed and has proven to be a valuable asset to the BRAWL brand.”
Bennett: “He’s a damn pirate who has no business in this industry.”
Aiello: “He’s the International Champion, so that little accomplishment begs to differ!
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.
Bennett: “What is Morgan doing coming out first!? He’s the champ!”
Aiello: “Could be a bit of mind games on the part of the champion.”
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: "WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY POUNDS! HE IS THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! CAPPPPTAAIN! MORGGGGAAAN! DARKWAAAATER!
Carter: “What grace from the champ!”
When the smoke clears he is holding the EWC International 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.
Bennett: “I got one more match for ‘em, let’s just douse ‘em in gas first.”
Aiello: “You just don’t care if you get fired anymore, do you?”
Bennett: “Nope.”
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. He holds the title high above his head.
Bennett: “I hope AJ Superkicks the smarm off this guy.”
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.
Bennett: “Now that’s a wrestler!”
Carter: “You like that hip wiggle?”
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.
Bennett: “Look at ‘em! You trying to tell me that’s not a future EWC Undisputed Champ!?”
Carter: “Nobody is disputing AJ’s skills here.”
Aiello: “His demeanor leaves a lot to be desired.”
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 the greatest city in the USA; Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at crisp lean 225 pounds....The best damn professional wrestler on this roster, no! In the entire damn industry of professional wrestling! A! J! JOHNSON!!!!"
AJ then drops the mic and leans on the ropes in the corner of the ring as he begins smirking towards the crowd. Captain Morgan shakes his head as the referee checks AJ’s knee pads for any contraband. The ref moseys on over to Morgan as the Cap’n looks to give his title to the time keeper at ringside in the corner. While Morgan’s back is turned AJ rushes with a full head of a steam and delivers a STINGER SPLASH into Morgan crushing him into the turnbuckle with the title in his sternum!
Bennett: “YES!”
Aiello: “This match isn’t even started!!!”
AJ begins to furiously stomp at Morgan with a vicious tenacity. The referee is trying to pull him off but Johnson quickly shoves the referee away. AJ is motioning for Morgan to get up to his feet. The Captain slowly rolls to his knees as AJ delivers a stiff closed fist punch to the jaw of Morgan with fierce intensity! Morgan doesn’t falter, he continues to struggle to a vertical base. AJ Johnson goes for a Superkick but Morgan ducks underneath! Morgan begins to pelt AJ with a dozen or so open palm strikes as Johnson is scampering to the corner begging the official to pull Morgan off of him!
Bennett: “Aw man! Morgan’s cheating!”
Aiello: “The only one cheating here is AJ who attacked Morgan before the bell even rang!”
The referee tries to restore order, peeling Morgan off of AJ in the corner. As Morgan is pulled away AJ jabs his thumb right in Morgan’s eye! Morgan claws at his face trying to regain his vision. AJ shoves the referee yet again out of his way and delivers a stiff superkick straight into Morgan’s jaw!! The massive Morgan collapses to the floor as AJ celebrates like he just won!
Bennett: “That’s it kid! Get in your grandstanding and hot dogging!”
Carter: “This is deplorable!”
AJ Johnson swivels his hips as he gives Morgan the ol’ crotch chop! The referee is checking on him, asking if Morgan needs medical attention. Morgan grips the collar of the ref’s shirt and point blank yells in the ref’s face “Start the damn match!”
Carter: “Morgan still wants to compete! He wants to put AJ in his place!”
Aiello: “He wants to beat AJ and show the world that cheaters never prosper!”
Morgan struggles to make it to a vertical base as AJ is waving his hands for the Cap’n to get up. Morgan uses the rope to assist him to a stance as he glowers a deep visceral hatred at his opponent. AJ let’s a cocky sneer fill his lips as the referee reluctantly calls for the bell and the match to begin.
DING DING DING
Right as the bell rings AJ rushes over to Morgan looking to inflict more heinous damage! AJ rushes over with a stiff arm lariat but Morgan ducks underneath! Right as AJ wheels around Morgan slaps his hand across Johnson’s throat!
Carter: “GOOZLE!”
Morgan hoists AJ up into the air for the Hangman’s Noose! There’s no time for a Jig as he thrusts AJ into the canvas with vicious authority!
Aiello: “It could be all over here!”
Morgan drops to his knees and drops to his belly on top of AJ for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!!!
Bennett: “Morgan didn’t hook the leg, what a first rate reject!”
Aiello: “Did you forget AJ attacked Morgan before the match?”
Bennett: “Must have slipped my mind.”
Morgan runs a hand through his beard, his facial region covered in beads of sweat. Morgan grasps AJ in a wrist lock as he slowly pulls Johnson to a vertical base. Morgan twists AJ’s wrist into a hammerlock and pulls him to the nearby corner. Morgan delivers a stiff elbow into AJ’s shoulder, trying to separate the arm from the joint. Morgan twists AJ’s wrist yet again and slowly ascends to the top rope. Morgan tightly grasps AJ’s wrist as he begins to walk the rope!
Carter: “Morgan’s walking the plank!”
AJ quickly yanks Morgan off the top rope and catches Morgan for a split second before driving Morgan straight into the mat with a SPIKED MICHINOKU DRIVER!
Carter: “HOLY SHIT!”
Bennett: “Did you see his neck!?”
Aiello: “It was driven straight into the mat!”
AJ Johnson runs a hand through his drenched hair as he can’t help but snicker at Morgan’s misfortune. AJ Johnson slowly gets up to his feet as he dusts off his hands. AJ slowly ascends the near corner to the top rope, motioning for Morgan to get up. Morgan is out of it, his eyes glazed over as he struggles to get up to his feet. AJ is waving his hand up and down, begging Morgan to get up to his feet! Morgan is at a vertical base as Johnson leaps off the top rope and delivers a stiff missile dropkick that sends Morgan stumbling back into the opposite corner! Morgan slowly stumbles out of the corner dead on his feet.
Aiello: “Morgan is still standing! Just what the hell is this guy made out of!?”
AJ gets up to his feet in disbelief that Morgan was still standing. He flips the double bird at Morgan and then hits a gut kick into Darkwater’s gut doubling him over! AJ quickly shoves Morgan’s head betwixt his thighs and leaps over with a front flip piledriver!!
Bennett: “DAYDREAMER! DAYDREAMER! DAYDREAMER!!”
Morgan’s head is spiked into the canvas as AJ covers Darkwater hooking both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: “Here is your winner….AJ! JOHNSSSOOONN!!!!!!”
Bennett: “He did it! AJ pinned the International Champion! This is beautiful!”
Aiello: “It’s disgusting is what it is! AJ cheated his whole way to this moment!”
Carter: “It’s disturbing if you ask me.”
Bennett: “It’s how you get things done if you ask me!”
AJ Johnson gets up and celebrates like he just won the world series, world cup and super bowl all in the same day! He rushes over to the corner all this nonsense started, grabbing Morgan’s International Championship and holding it up high like he just won it! AJ slaps the title plate and yells at Morgan that he’s nothing! AJ admires the title before placing it across Morgan’s face then laughs menacingly as he exits the ring.
Bennett: “A future champ!”
Carter: “Well he’s dick in the present!”
Bennett: “Been so long since you seen yours that what you think one looks like!?”
Carter: “Shut up.”
Captain Darkwater is still in the ring, sat up against the ropes, hands running through his blood-matted hair as he stares into the distant with wide eyes mixed with disbelief and outrage. The latter emotion is being collectively shared by the crowds as the arena swells with boos for a triumphant and gloating AJ Johnson as he celebrates his unbelievable yet undeniably impressive victory in the ring, mounting the turnbuckles and mocking the Captain's distraught fans with loud jeers and obscene gestures. He hops down and turns back to Morgan with a broad, leering grin. "I beat you, you fat fuck!" his insults can just be heard over the audience's vocal protests as he gestures to his waist. "Now everyone knows who the real International Champion should be! It's the AJ Era, bitch!"
Carter: "AJ Johnson reminding Morgan and the EWC at large just what he's owed with that victory!"
Bennett: "Are you kidding? One non-title win over a champion doesn't equate to an instant shot at that title! But in AJ's case, I'll make an exception!"
Carter: "Maybe not, but you can't deny it only strengthens AJ's claims that he's due a shot at a title, so why not the one belonging to the man he just humiliated and dominated in a despicable fashion?"
Laughing, AJ rolls out of the ring and swaggers back up the ramp, replying to the nearby fans' boos with two middle-fingers. "You'll be cheering soon enough when I give you a real Champion!"
Bennett: "Humiliated? Dominated? Were we watching the same match? This was an intense, hard-fought and to-the-wire match - either man could've won!"
Carter: Says you."
When he's back on the entrance stage he looks up at the giant screen as it focuses on Morgan's red-faced rage, which only broadens Johnson's grin as he heads backstage, leaving the Captain with his frustrations. After a few moments of awkward silence and stillness, Morgan uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet to the fans chants of "Thank You Captain".
Aiello: "And even you can't deny that - win or lose - the hearts of the EWC are always with Captain Morgan."
Bennett: Sure. Everyone's entitled to their stupid opinions. Turns out millions of people can be wrong...because AJ's a bonafide star!"
The commentator's snark abruptly cuts off as a blur lances down from the heights of the arena, from the shadows of the rafters and lighting rigging, striking the turnbuckle to the left of Captain Morgan, who staggers back in tired shock... at the sight of an arrow embedded deep in the pad! And tied to the arrow...
Bennett: "Is... is that a roll of parchment?"
Carter: "Someone shoots a damn arrow into a crowded arena, and that's your first question?
Captain Morgan approaches the arrow hesitantly, blood slicked fingers fumbling with the twine tying the roll of paper to it before unfurling it and reading it. The burly man's eyes once again grow wide, this time in shock as all colour seems to drain from what little we can see of his face under all his blood. He stumbles back, steps out of the ring, pauses to re-read the letter, shakes his head slowly in disbelief as the referee hands him his International Title, and slowly makes his way to the back.
Aiello: Well, whatever was written on that letter, it's got the usually fearless Captain shook. Whoever it's from, they wanted to deliver a message, literally, by shooting it into the ring!
Carter: One has to wonder if this confusing and mysterious turn of events, on top of his unexpected loss here tonight, will go on to negatively impact the Captain's performance in his next couple matches!
Bennett: I hope so, then maybe he'll screw-up again and this time with his precious title on the line! Then it will truly be the AJ Era... or, better still, we might have two titles in possession of the ReVenants!
Carter: Much as I'm loathe to consider the truth in those words, it does bring us nicely to our Main Event! Garcia, Williams... Carner! It's a ReVenant Triple Threat Match for NJC's TV Title - and it's NEXT!
Captain Darkwater is still in the ring, sat up against the ropes, hands running through his blood-matted hair as he stares into the distant with wide eyes mixed with disbelief and outrage. The latter emotion is being collectively shared by the crowds as the arena swells with boos for a triumphant and gloating AJ Johnson as he celebrates his unbelievable yet undeniably impressive victory in the ring, mounting the turnbuckles and mocking the Captain's distraught fans with loud jeers and obscene gestures. He hops down and turns back to Morgan with a broad, leering grin. "I beat you, you fat fuck!" his insults can just be heard over the audience's vocal protests as he gestures to his waist. "Now everyone knows who the real International Champion should be! It's the AJ Era, bitch!"
Carter: "AJ Johnson reminding Morgan and the EWC at large just what he's owed with that victory!"
Bennett: "Are you kidding? One non-title win over a champion doesn't equate to an instant shot at that title! But in AJ's case, I'll make an exception!"
Carter: "Maybe not, but you can't deny it only strengthens AJ's claims that he's due a shot at a title, so why not the one belonging to the man he just humiliated and dominated in a despicable fashion?"
Laughing, AJ rolls out of the ring and swaggers back up the ramp, replying to the nearby fans' boos with two middle-fingers. "You'll be cheering soon enough when I give you a real Champion!"
Bennett: "Humiliated? Dominated? Were we watching the same match? This was an intense, hard-fought and to-the-wire match - either man could've won!"
Carter: Says you."
When he's back on the entrance stage he looks up at the giant screen as it focuses on Morgan's red-faced rage, which only broadens Johnson's grin as he heads backstage, leaving the Captain with his frustrations. After a few moments of awkward silence and stillness, Morgan uses the ropes to pull himself back to his feet to the fans chants of "Thank You Captain".
Aiello: "And even you can't deny that - win or lose - the hearts of the EWC are always with Captain Morgan."
Bennett: Sure. Everyone's entitled to their stupid opinions. Turns out millions of people can be wrong...because AJ's a bonafide star!"
The commentator's snark abruptly cuts off as a blur lances down from the heights of the arena, from the shadows of the rafters and lighting rigging, striking the turnbuckle to the left of Captain Morgan, who staggers back in tired shock... at the sight of an arrow embedded deep in the pad! And tied to the arrow...
Bennett: "Is... is that a roll of parchment?"
Carter: "Someone shoots a damn arrow into a crowded arena, and that's your first question?
Captain Morgan approaches the arrow hesitantly, blood slicked fingers fumbling with the twine tying the roll of paper to it before unfurling it and reading it. The burly man's eyes once again grow wide, this time in shock as all colour seems to drain from what little we can see of his face under all his blood. He stumbles back, steps out of the ring, pauses to re-read the letter, shakes his head slowly in disbelief as the referee hands him his International Title, and slowly makes his way to the back.
Aiello: Well, whatever was written on that letter, it's got the usually fearless Captain shook. Whoever it's from, they wanted to deliver a message, literally, by shooting it into the ring!
Carter: One has to wonder if this confusing and mysterious turn of events, on top of his unexpected loss here tonight, will go on to negatively impact the Captain's performance in his next couple matches!
Bennett: I hope so, then maybe he'll screw-up again and this time with his precious title on the line! Then it will truly be the AJ Era... or, better still, we might have two titles in possession of the ReVenants!
Carter: Much as I'm loathe to consider the truth in those words, it does bring us nicely to our Main Event! Garcia, Williams... Carner! It's a ReVenant Triple Threat Match for NJC's TV Title - and it's NEXT!
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
REVENANTS TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
ROB GARCIA
VS KEITH WILLIAMS
VS NEO JAMES CARNER
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl .. we are live here in Honolulu and the fans here have loved what they have seen so far! What a night, what a return!
Bennett: It’s main event time boys!
Aiello: I’m not sure how this is going to pan out with all three of these men being in a faction together.
Carter: “The ReVenants are a despicable coalition but there’s no doubting they’ve made an impact here in EWC on the BRAWL brand.”
Suddenly somebody begins to enter the ring, a suave debonair type.
Aiello: “Wait a minute...who is this?”
Bennett: “That’s Darian Gray, the latest addition to the ReVenants! Didn’t you watch WrestleFest!?”
Darian Gray is walking into the ring as the ring announcer looks confused. Darian yanks the mic out of their hand and shoos them away. Darian adjusts the collar of his suit as he clears his throat.
Darian: “Is this on? Can you hear me? Of course you can, my voice is ethereal. Anywho, the following match is set for ONE FALL! It’s the for the EWC Television Championship and includes every single member of the REVENANTS!”
The crowd boos as Darian sneers wide.
Darian: “Don’t boo! This isn’t sing along with Darian! You shut up and prepare to feast your eyes on real WRESTLING!”
Bennett: “I like ‘em already.”
The arena goes dark except for the fans cell phones... 🎵I wear a mean dark pair of shades.. 🎵 plays throughout the arena and the crowd erupted 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 pitbulls tail when its been snippet. Rob spins around to face the audience and he has oversized gucci glasses on and a goofy grin on his face.
Darian: “Weighing in at a mean lean two hundred and forty five pounds! He hails from Beverly Hills, California! He is the Big Poppa Wolf! ROOOOBBBBB GAAAARCCCIAAA!!!”
Bennett: “Man, we should have him out here every week.”
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 psycing them out or completely dodging their hands. He continues down the aisle 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 fireworks goes off.
Bennett: “You see that? That’s just glorious.”
Carter: “Man, you are slobbing the knob of the ReVenants tonight.”
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 dark blue fades away and the regular lights come on full strength, showing the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. He's noticeably wearing a black denim vest that's covered in patches of bands, with the words "California C*nt" printed on the back in a font style you might find with a death metal or black metal band, directly below this is a giant mustache graphic that's been ironed on as well.
Darian: “Weighing in at a cold calculated weight of two thirty four! He is the Sultry Sultan Of SeXXX! The Wizard of SleaZe! He is….KEITTTTHHHHHH WILLIAMS!!!”
Bennett: “Man, he should do books on tape. Love the sound of his voice.”
Aiello: “You wanna spoon with him at night?”
Bennett: “Shut up.”
Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him. As he reaches the 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. He 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.
Aiello: “There’s no doubting the talent is there for the ReVenants. Their unsavory behavior leaves a lot to be desired though.”
Carter: “Agreed.”
Bennett: “You two are just mad because guys like them would hang out with me in high school and they’d shove guys like you two in lockers.”
"Fightin' Words" By Casino Madrid begins to play melodically over the loudspeakers as the of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages with a fierce snare and double bass drums.
Bennett: "I love this kind of rock n' roll! How about ya'll?
Carter: "I like jazz myself."
Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring with the EWC Television Title on his shoulder. With his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride. He looks down all around at the people at the side of the ramps, he keeps his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter. Neo slaps his hand against the faceplate of his championship as he flips off elderly ladies in the crowd.
Darian: “And FINALLY! The King Of Infinity! The Residence Of Presence and Malevolent Violence! Weighing in at a staggering two hundred and fifty eight pounds! He is YOUR EWC Television Champion! NEO! JAMES! CARNER! “
Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.
Bennett: “Man, I’m psyched!”
Aiello: “I’m keeping an eye out for nonsense."
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 as he unhooks the EWC TV Title from his waist and holds it high above his head with a fierce look of determination upon his visage.
Bennett: “THE TV CHAMP!”
Carter: “A deplorable champ if you ask me!”
Bennett: "Nobody would ever ask you shit!"
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. The referee looks around at the three men and begins to admonish them saying he wants no funny business. Neo hands Darian the Television Title as the newcomer exits the ring with the championship. Darian rushes over to the timekeepers area, shoving the time keeper out of the way and stealing the hammer to ring the bell.
DING DING DING
Each man stays in their respective corners adjusts their gear and getting in some light stretches in before things get intense. All three men slowly make their way to the center of the ring as they stare each other down with tenacity and intensity in the beads of their eyes. Neo, Keith and Rob all get nose to nose, their jaws jacking as they seem to be getting heated with their words. Suddenly Neo delivers a devastating poke to both Keith and Rob’s chests! You’d think they were hit by cars as they suddenly crash into the canvas with sick authority!
Bennett: “OH DEAR GOD! HE killed them with his fingers!"
Aiello: “You’re shitting me."
Carter: “What the actual fuck.”
Neo quickly gets down to his knees and quickly places one hand on Keith and Rob, covering them both lazily. The referee reluctantly makes the count.
Carter: “This was all a set up! This is horse shit!”
ONE!
TWO!
Rob and Keith both kip up and do jazz hands.
The ReVenants all start pointing at the audience and begin bawling with laughter.
Bennett: “Hahah! Trolled you all!”
Carter: “This is utter disrespect on display here.”
The ReVenants all link arms and begin kicking their legs out doing a Can-Can dance like they were french burlesque dancers. The crowd is showering the ReVenants in boos, even going so far to shower them in garbage and full beer cups!
Aiello: “These guys are using this match as a platform to mock us all.”
The ReVs share a hardy laughter as they all put their serious faces on and begin to circle each other in the effort to get this match started.
Carter: “Are we gonna see some actual professionalism here?”
Rob is first to lunge, grabbing Keith Williams in a dreaded headlock! Neo is quick to grab Rob in a side headlock as well!
Bennett: “A double headlock! I’ve never seen that!”
Neo stomps his feet to apply vibration to his leverage that trembles through both men! Keith quickly latches his arms around Garcia’s waist and hoists him up in a belly to back suplex! Neo can’t help but lose his grip on Rob’s head as Garcia is driven into the canvas with a sick thud! Neo quickly rushes at Keith with a seated lariat but Keith dodges! Neo bounces off the ropes and comes back into a deep arm drag from Williams!
Aiello: “Wow, they’re actually wrestling in there.”
Bennett: “You say that like they never have before.”
Williams does a little hot dogging as he gives a little shimmy and a pelvic thrust! It’s cut short as Neo and Rob are both up to a vertical base. Rob and Neo both pelt Keith with a series of jabs that rattle Williams to the core! They double irish whip Keith and as he returns they toss him up with a double back body drop! Keith crashes into the mat with a sick thud! Neo celebrates the move trying to high five Rob, but Rob high fives Neo right in the face with an open palm strike!
Carter: “I’m surprised they’re actually hitting each other.”
Rob quickly thrusts a kick into Neo’s gut doubling him over. Rob latches on a front facelock, throwing Neo’s arm over and delivers a Fisherman Suplex! Rob keeps the hold locked on as he rolls through and delivers a rolling fisherman suplex! He holds the clutch for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KEITH BREAKS UP THE PIN!
Carter: “What a series of moves from Rob there on the heavier Neo.”
Bennett: “All in a day's work for these guys!”
As Rob and Neo get to their knees Keith begins to deliver a series of knife edge chops to each man’s chest! Lighting up their pecs with stiff chops one after another! The crowd chants “No!” with each chop, seems they don’t like any of these men. Keith delivers a crotch chop between the two men and then hits both of them with a knife edge chop with each hand at the same time! Neo and Rob seem to take offense to being double teamed as they both pop up! Neo delivers a haymaker to Keith but he powers through it like a true gaijin! Rob delivers a powerful lariat to Keith’s chest but Keith manages to stay vertical! The Mustached Maniac slaps his face several times and let’s out a beastly roar!
Carter: “Keith Williams showing his resolve!”
Rob and Neo both shrug and then hop back then thrust forward with a sick double SUPERKICK! Keith hits the mat like a sack of doorknobs as Neo quickly throws a European Uppercut under Rob’s chin to catch ‘em off guard! Rob stumbles back into the ropes, Neo moves quickly irish whipping Rob off the ropes and catches Garcia on the rebound with a snap spinning powerslam! Neo hooks the outside leg!
Aiello: “Could that do it!?”
ONE!
TW-KICKOUT BY ROB!
Neo sits up on his knees as he wipes a hand through his moist beard. Neo makes a cover yet again.
ONE!
T-KICKOUT BY ROB WITH AUTHORITY!
Neo sits up again but this time stares at the referee with utter disdain like it’s his fault Rob kicked out. Neo gets up to his feet and starts prodding/poking the referee in the chest making things personal.
Aiello: “Neo really shouldn’t be wasting time like this.”
Neo shoves the referee down to the floor, pointing a finger in his face telling the ref to do his damn job. Neo turns around into a DISCUS ELBOW SMASH FROM KEITH WILLIAMS!!!!!
Bennett: “GOLDEN ELBOW!”
Neo crashes into the canvas with a thump! Keith goes to make the cover but Rob rolls Keith up with a SCHOOLBOY ROLL UP!
ONE!
TWO!
KEITH POWERS OUT!
Keith shoots up to his feet as Rob Garcia does as well. Both men begin to exchange a series of jabs and hooks trying to knock the other senseless! Keith spins for another Discus Elbow but Rob ducks underneath! Rob throws a roundhouse kick at Williams’ head but Keith manages to duck under to dodge it! Keith grabs Rob under the arms and pops him up into the air for the Too Sleazy Uppercut! Rob manages to push his legs out under him and thrusts his feet forward for a front dropkick into Keith’s sternum! Keith flies back and crashes into the mat, rolling out of the ring. Rob rushes after him but is too late as Keith is already out of the ring! Rob goes to leave the ring but he’s quickly yanked back into the ring by Neo James Carner! Neo hoists Rob up with a deadlift Half Nelson Suplex and drives Garcia straight into the mat neck first! Neo drapes an arm over Rob’s chest to make the cover!~
ONE!
TWO!
ROB COUNTERS THE COVER INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR!!!
Rob bridges himself on his feet to apply more torque to the hold as Neo is wailing out in pain!
Bennett: “This could be it!”
Aiello: “Rob Garc-Hey what the hell are you doing!?”
The sound of struggling can be heard over the commentators as Darian Gray’s voice is heard on commentary.
Darian: “WHAT A MANEUVER!”
Bennett: “Finally! A competent commentator!”
Carter: “You want my headset? I’ll leave.”
Rob Garcia cranks back on Neo’s arm trying his damndest to rip his comrade’s arm out of socket! Neo is wailing in pain as he lifts his hand up, looking like he’s ready to tap out and throw the match away! Keith Williams slides out of nowhere with a running knee to the side of Rob’s head breaking the hold! Keith Williams gives his chest a few slaps as he looks ready to put this one to bed! Keith waves his arm up and down at Neo who is slowly circling up to his feet. Keith slowly removes his elbow pad as he rotates his arm in a circular fashion.
Bennett: “Looks like Keith is readying that GOLDEN Elbow once again!”
Darian: “You may be right Steve Bennett! You’re very observant.”
Bennett: “Why thank you Darian, you know these other two make me feel so unappreciated.”
Carter: “...I hate you, I hate you both.”
Aiello can be heard yelling inaudible things in the background as Keith has his eyes set on the Television Dream Neo Carner! Neo pushes up off his knees as Keith spins with a fierce pivot and drives his elbow straight into thin air as Neo ducks under! Neo executes a drop toehold on Keith, placing his hand behind Williams’ head and drives him face first into the mat! Neo rubs his arm that Rob worked over as he rolls Keith over onto his back. Neo goes to make the cover but Rob Garcia comes out of nowhere with a running punt kick to Neo’s injured arm! Neo howls in agony as he clutches his hurt arm! Rob does some jumping jacks and then some squats, exclaiming he can do this all day.
Darian: “Rob Garcia with a field goal kick right to Neo’s arm!”
Bennett: “That’s some good commentary you got there Darian.”
Darian: “Aww shucks, you’re pretty good too Steve.”
Carter: “Do you guys want to get a room together after the show or something?”
Rob does a double cutthroat gesture as he waves his arms up and down at Williams who is slowly circling up to his feet with a slow giddy up. Rob slaps his knees several times as he motions for Keith to stand. Keith stands up as Rob rushes him, Keith lunges forward before Rob can execute his move with a vicious SPEAR! Keith is nearly folded in half and it's a wonder if he shit himself with the fierce plunge of Rob's shoulder in his gut!
Darian: “AAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUU!!!!!”
Bennett: “What a strong spear! They can feel that back to the Roman Empire days!”
Rob is driven into the mat as Keith hooks both legs for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!!!
NEO BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!!
The crowd boos, they hate everybody and probably want this match to end. Neo slaps his hands violently into the mat as he too wants this all to end as well! Neo wipes a hand under his nose and then his brow to remove the sweat. Neo jumps up to his feet as he grabs Keith and lifts him up. Neo irish whips Williams into the corner. Rob Garcia staggers up to his feet as Neo irish whips Rob into the corner with Keith, the two colliding! Neo saunters over to the corner as he thrusts his shoulder into Rob who crashes back into Keith! Neo plants his shoulder into Rob’s gut, hooking his arm under Rob’s leg and Keith’s leg as he hoists both ReVenants up onto his shoulder into a Fireman’s Carry!!!!
Carter: “Holy Hell! That’s nearly five hundred pounds Neo has on his shoulders!”
Bennett: “He’s inhuman! He’s got both Keith and Rob on his shoulders!”
Darian: “He’s Neo James Carner! NJC! The Man! The myth! The guy who owes me three fifty!”
Neo goes to execute the Infinite Ending but both Rob and Keith hop off of his shoulders in an instant!
Darian: "They're too quick!"
Neo stumbles forward trying to regain his footing! He twists around as both Keith and Rob thrust forward with big boots and drive the bottom of their boots right into Neo’s jaw! Keith motions to Rob with a chopping motion as Rob looks around with a look of bewilderment on his face. Rob waves his hand around his ear and then rushes to the ropes! He bounces off the ropes and then rushes to Neo, he leaps high into the air and drops a leg across Neo’s throat!!!
Darian: “BAH GAWD! AN INSANE TOO CRAZY EXTREME MOVE THAT NOBODY ELSE COULD DO!”
Carter: “It’s a fucking leg drop!”
Rob leaps up and begins grandstanding and hotdogging like a certain Maniac! Keith Williams walks up to Rob with a chair in hand and places it in Rob’s hands. He points at Neo and tells Rob to end him. Rob looks down at the chair, and then at Neo. He lifts the chair up high above his head but then hesitates. Keith is beckoning Rob to hit him but Garcia is stalling for some reason.
Bennett: “What’s Rob doing? Doesn’t he want to win!? Take out the champion, it’s the easiest way to attain victory!”
Darian: “I think it’s a little bit of the ol’ mind games. Maybe Rob wants to do it another way!”
Bennett: “You’re so smart D-G.”
Darian: “Why thank you Steve, you’re pretty intelligent yourself.”
Carter: “You’re both making me sick.”
Keith begins to yell at Rob to do it but Rob shakes his head as he fights the urge to cheat. Keith growls as he shoves Rob in the chest, and then goes to snatch the chair out of Rob’s hands. Rob doesn’t relinquish the chair as he snags it back creating a tug-o-war situation.
Carter: “Seems these two can’t agree.”
Keith gives a mighty pull and yanks the chair out of Rob’s hand causing him to stumble backwards. Keith lifts the chair up to put it over his head but right as it reaches his face Rob drives his knee right into the chair! Keith’s head violently snaps back as he crashes onto the canvas! Rob shoots up to his feet and begins jacking his jaws at Keith, telling Williams he made him do it! Suddenly Neo bum rushes Rob from behind and delivers a Neo-Classical Sympho-Knee to Rob’s back thrusting him out of the ring! Neo quickly covers Keith and the ref makes the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
DING DING DING
“Fightin’ Words” By Casino Madrid begins to pulse through the PA speakers as Neo manages to steal victory from his fellow ReVs! The crowd gives a polite applause break but the vast majority shower the victorious ReV with boos. Darian whips off his headset then shoves Aiello for good measure. Darian snatches the Television Title out of the time keepers hands and then rushes into the ring! Darian hands NJC the title, Neo stares at the title with a sense of adoration and pride as he holds it high above his head!
Jessica Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER! AND STILLLLL EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION! NEO JAAAAMESSS CARRRNER!!
Bennett: Man! That was a great match! Made even better when Darian joined commentary!
Aiello: My mic stinks now…
Carter: Rob Garcia is walking out of here with the EWC Television Championship! I wasn’t expecting such a competitive classic, but it’s in the record books!
Bennett: I wonder if I’ll be invited to the after party. I hope they got my number.
Aiello: Well that about wraps things up for us here in Honolulu. Thank you all for tuning in. We will see you next week in Toronto! Good night everyone!
Aiello: Well that about wraps things up for us here in Honolulu. Thank you all for tuning in. We will see you next week in Toronto! Good night everyone!
Neo holds the title high above his head as his fellow ReVs give Neo a smug smirk. They had been out bamboozled by Carner but they don’t appear to be angry. Rob and Keith applaud their fellow ReV as Darian Gray hoists Neo’s hand high above his head as the show comes to an end
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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SINGLES MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
WINNER: Nostalgia
OCEAN OF PAIN MATCH
JACK NOMAD
VS JACKSON KNOX
WINNER: Jack Nomad
SINGLES MATCH
GRIZZLY DUGGAN (No-Show)
VS RUTHANN HUNTER
WINNER: Ruthann Hunter
SINGLES MATCH
EMMA LOUISE
VS KESTREL
WINNER: Kestrel
BRAWL DEBUT MATCH
DAVID MILLER
VS CAL PINE
WINNER: David Miller
SINGLES MATCH
AMIS SHELTON
VS MELINDA RHODES
WINNER: Amis Shelton
NON TITLE SINGLES MATCH
AJ JOHNSON
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
WINNER: AJ Johnson
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
REVENANTS TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
ROB GARCIA
VS KEITH WILLIAMS
VS NEO JAMES CARNER
WINNER: Neo James Carner (and still EWC Television Champion)
BRAWL 498 MVP: Neo James Carner
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