MNB #499 - TORONTO

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MNB #499 - TORONTO Jan 15, 2018 21:17:27 GMT -6 darthquon, Timothy Deacon, and 1 more like this

Post by President Mac on Jan 15, 2018 21:17:27 GMT -6

WARNING:
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #499 | JANUARY 15TH 2018

LIVE! from the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada

EWC BRAWL
JANUARY 15TH 2018
LIVE! from the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart

"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasts in the Arena

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Nineteen year history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down last weeks Brawl Season Premiere in Hawaii

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: Kendrick Kross, Darian Gray, Dominic Sanders, Justin Matthews, David Miller, Ruthann Hunter, Griffin Hawkins, Ashton Drake, Cal Pine, Melinda Rhodes, Nostalgia, Billy Mitchell, Morgan Darkwater, Frater Perdurabo, Amis Shelton, Neo James Carner, Newmann, Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Kestrel, AJ Johnson, Eddie Crank, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, 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 Air Canada Centre in Toronto is electrifying.

Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

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.

The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!

Aiello: It sure is nice being back in North America, where the time zones are what we call .. normal! Hello everyone, I'm Joe Aiello and this is Monday Night Brawl

Carter: Its another sold out show tonight folks. The Toronto fans are as crazy and passionate as ever. We have signs and posters everywhere. These are true wrestling fans here. These people love the EWC, and we sure do love them back

Bennett: Get a fucking room Maxi .. holy shit already. Might as well throw on a purple suit and change your name to Barney the fucking annoying Dinosaur

Carter: Nice to see someone has continued to piss in Steve's cornflakes .. he's as crusty as ever

Aiello: I've never felt more like a babysitter then today

Carter: We have an absolutely fantastic show in store for the fans tonight. Last week our Undisputed Champion Drake came out to the delight of the crowd and talked about the new era he is ushering in .. tonight he returns to the ring in a much anticipated match against Emma Louise, one of our seasoned vets. On paper this match might not look like much, most predicting a quick win for Drake .. but this is a huge opportunity for Emma and we spoke with her before the show, she is ready, she wants this, its a big deal

Aiello: AJ Johnson stunned the wrestling world last week be defeating our International Champion Morgan Darkwater, and he was quickly rewarded as he will be facing our Television Champion tonight in a ladder match for the title.

Carter: Oh what's this now? Please don't let it be Neo James Carner - I don't think I could stomach another "open address" to the EWC...

As if to relieve Max Carter's anxiety the lights in the arena dip as the rousing opening to "The Sunk'n Norwegian" kicks in, igniting the capacity crowd in attendance into an excited frenzy as none other than Captain Morgan Darkwater appears on the stage, International Championship present over his right shoulder.

Bennett: Worse ... it's that damn pirate come to bore us with his inane nautical drivel. I mean, what the hell's he even doing here, he's not scheduled to compete tonight! You say his name and POOF he appears like a fucking genie

Morgan is striding down the ramp with a determined purpose, yet takes the time to high-five and shake hands with some of the front-row fans as the arena booms with chants.

CAPTAIN MORGAN!!

CAPTAIN MORGAN!!

CAPTAIN MORGAN!!

Bennett: Man, would you listen to these witless monkeys... Morgan is like a bad Christmas song: he keeps coming back, and idiots keep chanting along.

Aiello: Would you stop with your late analogies...?

The Roughhousing Rogue had made one complete circuit of the ring, making sure no fans feel left out, before climbing the steel steps up to the ring-post. He pauses to gesture at the turnbuckle, then mimes pulling a bowstring and "fires" it into the buckle with a loud laugh before climbing into the ring where Jessica Stroup is waiting for him with a microphone.

Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen... Captain Morgan Darkwater!

Bennett: Oh man, here we go again...

The unnecessary yet traditional introduction is met with raucous cheers and applause as Morgan takes the microphone from Jessica with a small bow and a courteous smile as he watches her leave the ring. Once the cheers have died down he brings the mic to his lips.

Morgan: It warms an old man's heart to hear the love an' appreciation fer ol' Morgan hasn't died after last week... No undefeated streak lasts forever, whether it be fer months or years, an' I think we all knew - with th' sheer amount and quality o' talent in th' EWC - that someone would beat th' Captain sooner or later. Shame it be to that hotheaded Johnson, as I take nay pleasure in th' knowledge that beatin' me has only added to his staggerin' ego. But I still have three things over ye, Johnson lad: a TV Title run, this 'ere beauty of an International Title, an' th' fact that I've never had t' suffer through a Legos match. Ye can have that last one, ne'er let it be said Captain Morgan was a selfish man.

Laughter rolls around the arena, accompanied by chants of "Let's Go, LEGO!!" (because fans don't always have to make sense). Morgan patiently waits the noise out with a broad grin.

Morgan: Speakin' o' that match, seems ye be gettin' a rematch tonight with that loathsome cur, Neo James Carner in another ladder match - this time wi'out the Legos, but fer his TV Title instead. This makes somethin' of a ethical conundrum fer ol' Captain Darkwater, ye see. On th' one hand, I'd love nothin' more than t' see the snark an' smarmy smile wiped off that egocentric hipster's face when th' so-called "Greatest in the Galaxy" is dethroned by a narcissistic Hollywood upstart o' all things... but on th' other hand that would land us wit' AJ ruddy Johnson as TV Champion. We can jus' about stomach ye turnin' up frequently like a bad smell, shootin' yer mouth off an' what have you, but add th' TV Title to that mix, meanin' we'd have t' see you perform e'ery week t' defend ye title? Ugh... Talk about havin' t' choose th' lesser o' two evils. Whoe'er wins, the EWC Universe loses.

He looks like he's about to move on when his bushy brow rises, a thought suddenly occurring to him.

Morgan: Speakin' o' that TV Title match, an' its current champion... Mr Carner! Ye voice all this "disappointment" in Drake - an' don't ye worry, boys an' girls, ol' Morgan's gonna get t' the Undisputed Champ soon enough - in EWC Management's treatment o' ye, ye pox ye call yer ReVenants, and th' TV Title. An' whilst a part o' me may be loathe t' agree wit' ye on some points, overall I can't help but feel a certain sense o'... what's that word again...? It be on th' tip o' me tongue... oh, aye. Hypocrisy.

Bennett: What's he talking about? Carner is the shining standard when it comes to champions, past and present! Sounds like the mangy pirate is having a sulk...

Aiello: Would you please shut up and let the man speak? You may not have any respect for him, but he is the International Champion, and these people want to hear what he has to say.

Morgan: What am I talkin' about, I 'spect ye be wonderin'? Well, allow me t' take ye back a couple months when that shiny TV Title was on these broad shoulders, when ol' Captain Morgan was th' one defendin' it in this very ring, week-in, week-out... yet did I garner respect from Carner? Rhymes aside, no I did not. In fact, ye were the largest dissentin' voice against me reign, lad, nothing I did was e'er good enough for ye, was it? Yet what are ye doing now that's actually different from what I was doing back then? Jack squat... an' another thing, ye were campaignin' fer me t' give Newmann his rematch fer th' title... yet months into ye own title-run, an' where be my rematch offer, hmm? Did that slip ye airheaded mind, Carner? Not that I'm particularly itchin' to humliate ye one-on-one again an' take that title back, makin' me a double-crown champion, it would just be nice t' be asked. Luckily fer ye, I be more focused on this title, th' one that truly matters!

He pats the International Title draped over his shoulder with a dry chuckle.

Morgan: So! Ye two go ahead an' knock th' Seven Hells outta each other tonight, lads! Let th' chips fall where there may, an' whoever wins can stroke their thick, hard egos wit' th' TV Title wrapped around it. Whoever it be, it doesn't matter right now t' Morgan, but here this! Johnson, ye may be thinkin' yer th' dog's bollocks fer beatin' me, an' Carner ye claim t' have stolen th' wind from me sails when ye took that TV Title from me, but ye wanna know th' truth? Th' truth be that the Morgan Darkwater Juggernaut hasn't slowed down none, boys!!

Excited and passionate cheers ring out through the arena, egged on by Morgan as he works the crowd with a series of fist-pumps.

Morgan: So go ahead, lads, an' congratulate ye'selves on a win o'er yer ol' pal Morgan, but ye know where ye be wrong? When ye claim to be that momentum-shatterin' obstacle in me path, when th' hard truth is ye were nothin' more than pennies on th' tracks. Sure, ye got in me way, an' I may have stumbled, but in the end I steamroll on o'er ye both!! Speakin' o' stu...

More cheers drown out his next sentence as the arena booms with chants of "AJ SUCKS" and "CARNER CAN'T WRESTLE"

Bennett: I've died and gone to purgatory... he just goes on forever...!

Carter: Oh, hush... this is Captain Morgan back on top-form, and the fans are eating it up!

Morgan smiles and reaches into his crimson coat, pulling out a familiar roll of parchment as the crowds die down into an expectant murmur.

Aiello: Is that... could that be the mysterious message from last week?

The Captain unfurls the page and clears his throat as he brings the microphone back to his lips.

Morgan: Speakin' o' stumblin' blocks, ye may recall this message bein' delivered to ol' Morgan soon after his match last week in th' most novel o' ways, thanks t' Arrow Express Mail! It came at a bad time, as I was already shaken an' frustrated at me loss to AJ Johnson, an' things didn't improve when I read it... ye want to know what it says? 'Course ye do, so allow me... *Ahem* "Morgan! Cease this embarrassing charade and return to your real life... or you'll regret it. Signed, Resume."

A smattering of curious mumblings arise at the end of the reading, voiced by the commentary team.

Bennett: What? That's it? That's the menacing message that got the so-called fearless pirate captain rattled? I knew it, Carner was right - Morgan's a fraud!

Aiello: God, you're full of it tonight, aren't you? Are you going to be like this all night?

Bennett: If you mean am I going to continue to dish-out harsh truths? Then yes.

Carter: Have you forgotten exactly how the message was delivered, Steve? One would imagine the delivery was every bit as rattling as the message itself.

Morgan: Now, I've spent th' last week tryin' t' figure this message out, an' discern just who sent it. Who is Resume? What kinda name is Resume, sure nay parents named their babe Resume...? They demand I stop my charade - which, I'm guessin', means my career as an EWC wrestler - an' return t' me life on th' Open Seas... then sign it Resume? Well, which be it? Cease, or Resume? An enigma t' be sure... but me answer is an undeniable and resolute T' Hells wit' ye, Resume, an' t' Hells wit' yer threats!! Captain Morgan Darkwater ain't goin' nowhere, he ain't gonna stop rampagin' through Brawl an' th' EWC roster, an' he sure as Hell ain't goin' t' stop winning the gold anytime soon! So come on, Resume! Make me regret it - do ye worse! I'll be waiting.

Morgan: But I can see by the crotchety scowl on Bennett's face that I be takin' up too much time... oh, sorry, that be his face all the time. Regardless, I'll wrap things up with this: Win or lose, Captain Darkwater don't back down from anyone, fer anything! He'll keep on keepin' on, as th' sayin' goes, until he's either conquered all there be t' conquer in th' EWC, or he dies tryin'! 'Cause there be only two places he truly feels alive: one o' them be at th' helm o' th' Winds of Fortune, an' the other...? It be right here, in this glorious ring! An' I'm not givin' either up whilst I still draw breath - an' that I swear on me honour as man, a Captain, an' as your International Champion!

Morgan climbs out of the ring to deafening cheers, and pauses on the apron as he's about to hand the microphone back to Jessica Stroup. Reconsidering, he goes to speak once more.

Morgan: Oh, aye, I almost forgot - Drake! Don't think I haven't got words fer ye, lad. I've taken up enough time here as it be, but rest assured - I'll be gettin' round t' addressin' ye later tonight!

With those final words, he hands the microphone back to Jessica with a smile and makes his way back up the ramp.

Carter: Strong words there from the Captain, undeterred from his recent loss and - as we've just discovered - a threatening letter from an unknown antagonist. Going into the Big Brawl 500, you have to imagine whoever he's up against will have their work cut out for them, as he's shown no signs of slowing down despite setbacks!

Aiello: You're right there, Carter, and with more yet to come from Morgan regarding the Undisputed Champion Drake, later tonight, the Captain is once more making his presence known!

Bennett: Eh, call it what you want - way I see it, the old windbag got shown-up by not being booked after losing to a better wrestler like AJ Johnson last week but couldn't go a week without letting his ego take control of the show. I'm just glad it's finally over, and we can get to some actual talent.

Aiello: You are unbelievable, you know that...?

Carter: We'll be right back after these commercials!

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We return to the Monday Night Brawl action with President Mac standing in the middle of the ring. Cheers and chants fill the arena at the excitement for Mac being here

Aiello: Welcome back to Brawl folks, we were promised an appearance by Mac and it looks like he's ready to speak to everyone

Mac: It sure feels good to be back in Canada

MAC

Mac: I appreciate the love Toronto, and you know I love you right back

Fans continue to cheer

Bennett: On with the it Mac .. you and your son .. love love love .. fuck me already

Mac: I want to publicly thank both Jaden Xplode Hunter and Shadow Man for coming to my aid at WrestleFest

The fans go nuts cheering the names of Xplode and Shadow Man

DE-STROY-ER

SHA-DOW-MAN

DE-STROY-ER

SHA-DOW-MAN

Mac: Without those two stepping in when they did .. the EWC landscape would look a whole lot different today. We all knew Victor Price couldn't stay true to his word. We all knew Victor Price couldn't resist cheating in some way. So to Xplode and Shady, from the bottom of my heart and on behalf of the entire EWC .. thank you!

More chants and cheers for Xplode and Shadow Man

Mac: I promised everyone that I'd come out tonight and make a clear statement on what has happened with Victor Price. Many have noticed we haven't removed his name from the website. We haven't removed his credentials. His picture hasn't been removed. Yet its been awful quiet. No announcements. No media coverage. No articles. Nothing.

Bennett: He's dead isn't he? Mac finally grew some balls and buried him 6 feet under

Mac: The short answer to everyone's question is this: Victor Price is STILL the Monday Night Brawl General Manager

Bennett: WHAAAT?

Aiello: Wait, what?

Bennett: (laughing) This is fucking hilarious. Mac has lost his mind. I love it

Fans begin to murmur .. and a few people boo in disagreement

Mac: I know .. I know .. (takes a deep breath) .. Victor Price is a very smart business man. He is emotional and doesn't understand the word patience very well. He has a good heart. He loves Wrestling. He loves the EWC and he loves Monday Night Brawl. At this moment Price is in a very special kind of Rehab/Anger Management session. He is learning to cope and survive without devices such as alcohol and pain killers. He is learning how to have self control. He is trying to change, and myself and the entire EWC are behind that change. It's been almost 3 weeks, and he's made some incredible progress

Mac pauses, the audience is very quiet now, listening to Mac

Mac: We all make mistakes. All of us. I believe that Victor Price we came to know, is not the real Victor Price. So I am willing to give Price another chance to do this right. When he graduates his sessions .. his job will be waiting for him. He will continue on as Brawl General Manager and his second chance will start. I hope that you all will give him the benefit of the doubt and allow him to be the man he will be striving to be. Better, stronger, healthier and in-control of himself. I know its not the news you were all hoping and wanting to hear, but I hope its news you will all respect and appreciate that in the EWC we don't just write people off .. we give them every opportunity to succeed in life. Thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy the show

With that Mac waves to the fans and exits the ring. Many cheer on Mac but its clearly not as loud as it was

Aiello: The fans don't know what to make of this move .. on the one hand, you have to appreciate what Mac is doing for Price .. on the other hand Price did some pretty awful things and the question is .. Can someone that bad really change?

Bennett: Who the fuck cares .. we are in for some drama .. its all about the ratings Joe. That's what this is. Price creates drama, which creates ratings

Carter: Well .. we'll be back with our first match right after this .. don't go anywhere friends

The moon is full, the air is still.

All of a sudden, I feel a chill.

Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away.,

Skeletons dance, I curse this day,

And the night when the wolves cry out.

Listen close and you can hear me shout.

The Ramones echoes off of the walls of the abandoned church that she’s stumbled upon and, while it isn’t any sort of grand old dame? She still can’t help but be compelled to spend some time in the embodiment of what her faith in God has become; a dilapidated ruin populated by shadows that know her secrets without having the ability to tell anyone about them. A pew that is still in surprisingly good shape is where she has wound up, a black-clad arm beneath her head to support it as she looks up through the jagged hole in the ceiling to watch the birds fly overhead. A simple hooded sweatshirt and form-hugging bondage pants--sans straps--is her chosen form of attire, heavy combat boots covering her feet. While part of her has fallen victim to whimsy in exploring this decrepit place, enough sense remains for her to dress sensibly. Shaking a cigarette loose from the battered pack of Marlboros she has in her hoodie pocket, she puts it between lips painted in MAC’s Nightmoth--Even with her considerable self-control, she can’t keep her eyes from going wide when a masculine hand extends into view with a lighter in hand. A golden zippo with a butane flame that dances in the darkness like a flickering beacon. The lighter pulls away when the cigarette is lit, illuminating the face of one Neo James Carner.

NJC: “They say those are bad for you, though I must admit you make them look rather…”

He arches both of his brows in unison on his next word.

NJC: “Tantalizing.”

He wiggles his brows as he clicks the zippo close, the clang and click echoing through the cathedral.

NJC: “What brings you sight seeing in a place like this? I was looking for a new throne room for me and my ReV brethren, seeing as the former king here seems to have left thing in shambles….A spooky place like this…”

He smiles, the whites of his teeth barely visible, but visible in the darkness.

NJC: “...Suits a spooky lady like yourself.”

The closest thing to a thanks that Neo finds himself getting is a faint nod, a long drag taken off of that cigarette before she’s exhaling slowly. Kohl-lined eyes flicker from the ephemeral cloud floating upward to the features of her unintended companion for a moment--and while they linger there, it’s not for the reasons he’s bound to assume. Is he physically blessed? Absolutely… but what flickers through those blue-gray depths isn’t desire, or anything close to it. Rather, she’s weighing and measuring him, not to mention the words she finally gives voice to.

Kestrel: “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that churches sprang up from tombs for the wealthy and influential, Neo. You seem like you’re at least not entirely a Philistine.”

Something faintly amused settles into her tone, a hint at a smile before she’s looking back up at the hole in the ceiling. The sky seems so brilliantly blue with such a dark frame surrounding it and with no clouds to serve as a counterpoint. Another drag; another exhale.

Kestrel: “I’m just… paying my respects, in a way.”

Neo tilts his head, waving his hand in front of his face to wipe away the cloud of bluish smoke from his visage.

Neo: “Respect?”

He looks up through the gaping cavity in the roof up towards the heavens.

Neo: “To him?”

He scoffs looking back to her pale porcelain face.

Neo: “He can respect me by staying out of my way, I hold the reigns of my fate. A ethereal palace of silver and gold is too good for a king who never sits upon the throne...No...this place is suited for a true king like myself. Perhaps to a queen like you..."

He lets a half smirk carve into his lips.

NJC: “...Forgiveness, you know who I am, but you are….?”

He implores with a sense of genuine curiosity… which, in turn, earns another wisp of a smile.

Kestrel: “Kestrel will suffice.”

Her gaze remains locked upon the birds flying overhead for the moment. Sparrows, she thinks, though she’s hardly an expert. Flicking errant ash away, she continues to speak.

Kestrel: “And yes, paying my respects. Or didn’t your family attend any funerals when you were growing up? Mm, it must’ve been nice.”

The blond’s eyes float back toward the man that’s been brash enough to engage her like this, a brow faintly raising. What she sees there compels her to further explain herself, though she chooses her words with care.

Kestrel: “My family was… religious. Bible-thumpers, you could say. I drank the Kool-Aid right along with them when I was little, but then I found reality the way that born agains find Christianity.”

NJC: “So you didn't come here to pay your pax I take it. Pity.”

He said with a humble chuckle.

NJC: “RiVeting isn't it? Any idiot can have have faith, a majority of them do. The fashion of their weakness is paying pittance to a man in the clouds who neither listens or really cares. AJ Johnson seems like that kind of pathetic joke, hell Drake too.”

He wipes a tear from his eye.

NJC: “That’s the kind of power I want for my ReVenants. The only difference being...when the people beg and plead and pray to us...we will have the common courtesy to say…”

He snickers through his nose.

NJC: “No!”

He turns a wandering eye to the fair skinned maiden.

NJC: “What sort of power…”

He seductively raises an eyebrow.

NJC: “Intrigues you?”

Her own chuckle is a dry, dark little thing--oh, how the peacock of a man has to strut before her with wit splayed like feathers in an attempt to court her! He’s got panache, she’ll grant him that. If he wants to do more than amuse her, though, then he’s going to need to put more effort into it.

Kestrel: “None that I don’t already possess--well, for the most part. And what I crave above all else isn’t something you or anyone else could provide for me.”

Another inhale; another exhale, her head canting to the side a bit.

Kestrel: “Well, not without catching murder charges.”

Tugging off the belt of his long trench coat off, he starts making suggestive motions with his hips as he slowly undoes the knot--the blond visibly arching both brows at the display of showmanship.

NJC: “Oh? Something like this? You possess this?”

Neo boasts as he slowly unravels the belt and opens his coat to reveal his waist with the EWC Television Championship around his waist.

NJC: “What else do you possess? A sense of competition? A desire that every where you go you want to see the brilliant light of GOLD? I am a man who strives to achieve great things, and heck, with you around my arm.”

Neo says with an arched brow.

NJC: “Who knows what you could accomplish. I’m sure your skills as a solo act are a defined madness that only those with high intellect could understand. I’ve seen you between the ropes, you’ve got a drive and intensity those other so called females in EWC lack. There’s a darkness in you that fights inside the limelight. I’ve seen it...I wish to help you..”

He bites his lip.

NJC: “Control that power. I’ve always been saying the ReVenants is lacking a woman’s...touch. And I’m not talking about the feminine gyrations AJ Johnson does.”

He says with a big grin. Silence reigned for a moment before the blond was sitting up, the movement graceful almost by accident. A final drag was taken off of that cigarette before she put it out on the sole of a boot--and as she put out that cherry, she was offering something that Neo might not have been expecting.
A critique.

Kestrel: “Good sales pitch, I’d say. Not great, but good. You might want to work on those gyrations, smooth them out--more of a rolling motion than a jerk. Only frat boys find the latter sexy, and that’s obviously not your target audience.”

Standing, that spent cigarette butt was pocketed before she was offering him a faint smile--one that gave away nothing.

Kestrel: “Lighting my cigarette was a nice touch, though.”

Neo rolls his eyes slightly as he scoffs, snickering after.

NJC: “How you know what gets college boys off I’ll never know or ask. But much like your veil of calm demeanor and that cigarette you extinguished.”

He narrows his gaze.

NJC: “They are but a crutch, something to hide behind to stop you from facing what you truly want and need. You know what you really want. While I? I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of my limitless potential. You’ve been in EWC sometime now, what have you accomplished? Didn’t I show up after you as well? Weird when someone who is open and honest about what they want...gets what they need.”

He says tapping his Television title. The blond chuckles to herself in response.

Kestrel: “I’m as honest as I need to be, Neo. Perhaps you could learn the value of discretion. Now if you’ll excuse me… I’m sure you’ll want to get things set up for your fellow ReVenants.”

Pausing, she seemingly weighs a few options in her mind before she leans up, a feather-light peck granted to NJC’s cheek--pointedly well away from the corner of his mouth.

Kestrel: “Be mindful of the back corner. It looks like the floor joists are rotted.”

Neo watches her leave and then scoffs.

NJC: “Hmph, she wants it.”

The scene fades to black

SINGLES MATCH
ANTHONY GRUNGE
VS JUSTIN MATTHEWS

Carter: Hello everyone, and welcome back to Monday Night Brawl! Tonight we’re live at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, just one episode away from our 500th show! Don’t you worry, though, we’ve packed the card with some of the biggest names in the brand for you, so just sit back and hang on, ‘cause we’re about to kick this thing off!

Aiello: You’re not kidding, Max. Later on tonight we’ve got AJ Johnson going head to head with Neo Carner in a ladder match for the Television Championship! Johnson made a big statement last week, ruining the night for both Rebel Rhodes and Morgan Darkwater. Look for both of them to give AJ a receipt or two. And in our main event, we’ve got the EWC Undisputed Champion, Drake, taking on long-time Brawl veteran, Emma Louise!

Bennett: Your old man calls that a main event, Maxi Pad? Tell me you’re jokin’. Yankin’ my leg. We got the likes of Keith Williams jerkin’ the curtain with Billy Mitchell, but that that ginger hack’s closin’ the show? Jesus Christ, kid …

Aiello: It’s safe to say you’re the minority on that one, Bennett. Emma’s got a lot of people supporting her, including myself. That young woman is nothing if not dedicated to this business, and no one deserves this moment more than her. That match still to come, folks, but right now, let’s head to the ring for our opening contest!

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 scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first challenger, now making his way to the ring, accompanied by Johnny Sinclair. From Hollywood, California, standing five-foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and ten 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 until the bell sounds.

Carter: Grunge looking to bounce back from a close match against Nostalgia last week, coming up just short against the big man thanks to the Catch Phrase. Now he’s got a chance to put the brakes on a returning Justin Matthews.

The arena goes black, and a single spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as "Hail To the King" blasts through the arena. Justin Matthews steps out from behind the curtain wearing a gold robe with a black trim and a dark red hood. Justin Matthews stands in the spotlight for 30 seconds and raises his right fist in the air causing multi-colored pyros to blast off behind him and the arena lights to come back on.

Jessica Stroup: And introducing his opponent, now making his way to the ring from Dallas, Texas. He stands five-foot eight and weighs in at one-hundred and eighty pounds … Justin … Matthews!

Justin Matthews walks down the entrance ramp and rolls into the ring, he takes off his robe and hood as his music stops.

Bennett: Is this kid still around? When the hell did he come back?

Aiello: Matthews hoping to make up for lost time in EWC. His long-time nemesis, Kurt Newman, retired while he was away, and even earned a spot in the EWC Hall of Fame. Needless to say, Matthews did not take the news well.

Carter: That’s an understatement. Still, looks like it lit a fire under the guy, let’s see what he can do with it.

DING DING DING

Grunge leans through the ropes, having a short conversation with Sinclair, causing the two of them to laugh and exchange a quick fist bump. Irritated, Matthews rushes from across the ring, nailing Grunge with a clothesline as he comes back into the ring. Rolling away, Grunge gets to his feet with Matthews in pursuit. Once up, Grunge kicks Matthews in the gut and hits a knee lift that straightens Matthews with a stagger, allowing Grunge to scoop him up and drop down with a pendulum backbreaker. He tries to hook a leg, but Matthews kicks loose and gets to his feet, rushing Grunge who drops down with a scissor sweep, bringing Matthews down to the mat. Grunge grabs a foot and stomps on the back of Matthews’ knee, causing him to wrench loose and roll away, cradling the joint. Sinclair applauds from the outside, shouting commands to Grunge, who circles Matthews and delivers a series of stomps to his back, before reaching down to pull him up. Whipping Matthews to the ropes, Grunge catches him with a running back elbow, then follows up with a senton splash, moving to quickly cover him after.

1!

Matthews kicks loose easily, moving to get to his feet as Grunge does the same. Grunge is up first, and stomps on the side of Matthews’ knee, dropping him down before hitting a running knee to the side of the head, sending Matthews down to the mat.

Carter: Grunge on the offensive early, keeping the high-flying Matthews grounded. Matthews had a few things to say about Grunge’s record here on Brawl, but don’t take anything away from the One Man Mosh Pit, Grunge is still as tough as they come.

Bennett: You sure about that? I think Nostalgia might disagree with you. Along with half the jackasses in this arena.

Aiello: I think Nostalgia would be the better man and admit just how many times Grunge came close to winning that match. Matthews is a talented young man, but Grunge has experience on his side, and not just in the form of Johnny Sinclair.

Sweeping his hair back, Grunge pulls Matthews to his feet and snaps him over with a suplex. Getting to his feet, he backs into the corner and hoists himself to the middle rope, measuring Matthews before coming off with a fist drop between the eyes. Matthews rolls away, slowly pushing to his feet, but Grunge is there to help him up, only to take him up and over with a belly to back suplex … except Matthews flips through and lands on his feet! Before Grunge can react, Matthews drops down and drives through the back of his knee with a chop block. Crying out in pain, Grunge collapses, allowing Matthews to put the boots to his knee, adding to the damage. Pulling Grunge back to his feet, Matthews doubles him with a knee and follows up with a swinging neck breaker. As Grunge tries to collect himself, Matthews ducks out onto the apron, measuring Grunge before sling shooting back in with a flipping leg drop across the throat. Swinging his legs around, he hooks the leg for a quick pin.

1!

2!

Grunge kicks out well before the three, and Matthews immediately mounts him, raining down punches before pushing to his feet and following up with an elbow drop to the chest.

Aiello: As we said, Grunge won’t be that easy for Matthews to put away. Win or lose, he’s held his own against the best in the business on more than once occasion.

Pulling Grunge to his feet, Matthews snap mares him over and hits a rolling neck whip, snapping him back to the mat. Clutching his neck, Grunge tries to roll away, using the ropes to pull himself up, but Matthews comes up behind him and presses his knee into the back of Grunge’s shoulders, crushing his throat against the cable. The official warns Matthews, starting the count, but Matthews continues to choke Grunge until the four count. Moving back, he motions for the referee to get out of the way, reaching down to pull Grunge off the ropes and throwing him over with a German suplex. Grunge lands hard and rolls away, struggling to shake the cobwebs loose while getting back to his feet. As Grunge turns around, Matthews swings up and around with a head scissors, but Grunge catches him and brings him down across the top rope with a modified hot shot. Matthews hits the mat hard, coughing and clutching his throat as he rolls out to the floor.

Carter: Looks like Matthews needs to catch his breath after being caught up on the ropes, and Grunge taking full advantage of the time, trying to get some life back in that knee.

Bennett: Pretty slick move hanging the kid up like that, but a little on the cheap side. Grunge ain’t no stranger to gettin’ his ass beat, might as well take it like a man.

A few of the ringside fans jeer Matthews as he stalks the floor on his side of the ring. From across, Sinclair taunts him as well, daring him to get back in the ring, where Grunge has gotten back to his feet, intensely staring Matthews down. He beckons him to get back in the ring, and Matthews slides under the rope, only to roll back out to the floor again as Grunge rushes in. Standing at the ropes, Grunge yells down at him, but Matthews just grabs his foot and drags him out of the ring, immediately running him into the guardrail. Grunge collapses to the floor, but Matthews pulls him up and hits a scoop slam on the mats, hopping up onto the apron in order to dive off with a frog splash. Curling up, Grunge cradles his ribs in obvious pain, but Matthews just pulls him up and shoves him back into the ring, sliding in after and flattening him out for a cover.

1!

2!

Grunge kicks lose just in time, causing an irate Matthews to push up to his feet and cross to the corner, climbing up to the top. Pointing down at Grunge, he dives off with a double foot stomp to Grunge’s ribs, and covers him again.

1!

Matthews kicks a foot up onto the ropes for more leverage.

2!

Again, Grunge kicks out just in time, causing Matthews to roll away and slap the mat in clear frustration. Staring at Grunge, he shakes his head and glares at the official, slapping his hand to indicate a bad count, but the ref shrugs.

Aiello: Bit of a temper tantrum from Matthews, as Grunge continues to keep himself alive.

Carter: Matthews even used the ropes on that second one. I don’t think the official caught it, but it didn’t matter. Grunge still had enough left to kick out before the three.

Bennett: If he didn’t get caught then it don’t matter. It’s only cheating if they catch you, otherwise it’s hearsay.

Carter: You would say that.

Grabbing Grunge by the hair, Matthews pulls him up and takes him over with a rolling fireman’s carry, popping up and leaping to the second rope, coming off with a springboard moonsault… but Grunge gets his knees up! The crowd pops as Matthews bounces off and rolls away, holding his ribs. Using the ropes, Grunge tries to pull himself up, but wobbles, still dazed from Matthews’ earlier barrage. Seeing Matthews down, he backs into the corner and beckons for him to get up, crouching down and waiting for Matthews to stand before lunging forward with a superkick, catching Matthews right on the jaw. Matthews stiffens and falls to the mat, with Grunge covering fast.

1!

2!

3-

The fans start to cheer, but the official shoots his arm up, signaling a two count. Sitting up on his knees, Grunge runs his fingers through his hair and sighs in frustration. Outside, Sinclair calls to him, shouting advice and telling him to keep calm and stay offensive. Getting to his feet, Grunge pulls Matthews up and sets him up for the Grunge Plunge… but Matthews manages to straighten up, reversing it into a back body drop before collapsing to his knees.

Bennett: Well I’ll be damned. This kid’s got some fight to him. I half expected him to turn tail and disappear again halfway through this thing.

Aiello: Matthews able to counter the pile driver and buy himself a chance to catch his breath. Grunge looking exhausted, but obviously not about to quit, either. Both men setting the pace for the rest of his episode right now.

Grunge slowly starts to sit up, as Matthews walks over and grabs him by the hair, dragging him back up to his feet, and then pulling him up into a fireman’s carry. Throwing Grunge forward, he brings his knee up hard into the man’s face, connecting with the Go To Sleep. Dropping down, he rolls the limp Grunge over and hooks the leg.

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… Justin … Matthews!

Bennett: And our resident light inspector earns himself another paycheck.

Aiello: Matthews nailing the GTS, sending Grunge to sleep and picking up an impressive win in his return match. It looks like that time away did wonders for the kid’s drive, and this new aggressive streak certainly doesn’t hurt.

Carter: Can’t say I’m a fan of the attitude, but in this business, that doesn’t matter. What matters is what you can do in that ring, and Matthews proved that he has it where it counts. Welcome back to EWC, Justin Matthews! We'll be back with more action right after these quick messages from our sponsors

Cameras return backstage, pulling back from the door of President Mac’s office just as it opens and Billy Mitchell steps out into the hall. His face is haggard and worn, the dark circles now even more prominent, and accompanied by an obvious, unshaven shadow. A small ovation erupts through the Air Canada Centre, as the self-proclaimed sheriff turns and offers what looks to be thanks before closing the door behind him. As he starts to step away, a voice calls to him from off-screen. Pausing, Mitchell turns to see Ace Heart coming towards him, wearing a smile.

Ace Heart: Billy … good to see you back on Brawl. Congratulations on the win over Duggan back at WrestleFest.

Mitchell returns the smile, though his seems a bit hollow.

Billy Mitchell: Appreciate the gesture. I’m glad they invited me back. Can’t say it’s been the kind of impact I was lookin’ to make, but if this business was easy, everyone and their mother’d be in it, right?

Ace Heart: Do you mind letting us in on what you were talking to the President about?

Glancing from the journalist to the office door and back again, Mitchell’s smile shifted to a tired smirk.

Billy Mitchell: I might a bit … but ain’t gonna’ be much of a secret after tonight. I just had a little sit-down with Mac and asked to be transferred over to Rampage next week. Short of crossovers, my match with Williams will be my last night on Brawl.

The ovations from earlier shift to boos of rivalry as the fans react to the announcement. Ace cocks his head to the side, brows hiking a little in obvious surprise.

Ace Heart: Uh-oh. Is there something going on behind the scenes we should know about? Is Brawl proving too much of a challenge for you, big guy?

Ignoring the only half-joking jab, Mitchell shook his head and offered up a slight smirk of his own.

Billy Mitchell: Not like Rampage is going to be any easier. I’m trading Keith Williams, Morgan Darkwater and Andrew Jackson for Ace King, Luke Wolfe and King Flip. Doesn’t much matter where I go, I’ll be fightin’ every step of the way. But, no. Nothing to do with the competition. More a scheduling issue. I mentioned it when I was shootin’ the bull to Williams this week, but I’ve got some pressing issues back home. My father was killed over the break. We're fresh off the services, and my family still needs someone keeping an out for 'em, so a weekly program just won’t work for the time bein'. I need to be home a little more until things get settled, and Rampage lets me have that time off.

‘Course, that’s also all the more reason to make sure my last match here is one to remember me by. Can’t say all my attention is focused on Williams, but he’s big and he’s hungry … probably more than his ‘brothers’ realize. It’s gonna’ be one hell of a fight, if nothing else, and I plan on doin’ my damndest to make it one to remember. Least up until y’all see me steppin’ through those curtains on Friday nights. Hopefully I don’t make Saint or Mac regret it.

Ace nods, offering a hand.

Ace Heart: I'm sure all our condolences go out to you and yours. We're all sorry to see you go, but certainly it makes sense to focus more on the time at home and those who need you. In any case, Michael Saint and the Rampage locker room are lucky to have you, and I'm sure we'll be seeing you on Brawl now and again. Best of luck to you.

Billy Mitchell: ‘ppreciate it, Ace. And thanks.

Taking the offered hand, Mitchell squeezes and shakes, prompting a slight wince from Ace, who’s left to shake out the numbness as Mitchell turns and exits the scene while it fades out.

SINGLES MATCH
KEITH WILLIAMS
VS BILLY MITCHELL

Cater: And were baaaack! We just heard from Billy backstage as he's prepping for this match and a switch to Friday Night Rampage

Bennett: Now it’s time for some work horses to do what they’re paid to do! Beat some ass.

Aiello: On paper, this match has the opportunity to be a sleeper hit.

Carter: It’s possible, both men are both technically sound.

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 Gray appears at Keith’s side admiring the back of his vest with a keen eye.

Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds! Being accompanied by Darian Gray,Representing the ReVenants….KEEEITTTHHH WILLIAMS!!”

Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd with Darian joining in. He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him, DG offering people a chance to shake hands before faking them out. As the two ReVs reach 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. Darian Gray applauds at ringside cheering on his ReV comrade. Keith 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 into the top turnbuckle before the match begins. Darian chants for Keith to keep on pelting the turnbuckle, sounding like Mick from the Rocky movies.

Bennett: Keith warming up the band here.

Aiello: I think he should save his energy.

Bennett: What do you know about warming up for a match? Jack and shit, and Jack left town last week!

PULL THE TRIGGER!!!!!

Rapid gunshots echo through the arena, booming in the speakers as bullet holes appear in the screen, slowly spelling out the word “BAD”. One final shot causes the image to shatter, the pieces falling away to reveal a fast-cut montage of Mitchell in past matches, celebrating with the crowd and putting various opponents away with the ‘Silver Bullet.' Picking up in the middle of the chorus, “Shoot to Thrill” thunders at full volume as the lights shift into dazzling strobes and spotlights. Pyrotechnics engulf the stage, silhouetting "The Outlaw" as he’s catapulted into the air through a hole in the steel, sending the crowd into a roaring ovation. Landing in a half-crouch, Mitchell flashes them all a lopsided grin while peeking out from beneath the brim of his black leather Stetson. Giving the stage a punch, he drives up to his feet and walks up to the top of the ramp, his matching duster billowing with each step. Planting his feet, he cocks one hand like a six-gun, slapping at the thumb while firing up into the rafters, causing small pyrotechnic explosions with each shot, sending the sparks raining down onto the fans. Bringing the gun to his lips, he blows the smoke away and starts a lope down the ramp.

Jessica Stroup: Now making his way down to the ring, from Wells Branch, Austin, Texas. Weighing in at 253 pounds ... The American Outlaw … “Bad” … Billy … Mitchell!

Moving from one side of the aisle to the other, Mitchell slaps at every single hand he sees, then points to one of the smaller kids at ringside. Grabbing hold of his hat, he carefully sets it on their head, playfully adjusting it a few times before giving them a quick hug. Making a lap of the guardrail, he acknowledges Aiello and Carter with a nod before turning to roll into the ring. Pushing to his feet, he crosses to one of the corners and mounts the middle rope, throwing both fists into the air before pointing out into the crowd, earning a deafening ovation from the fans. Bobbing his head to the beat, Mitchell leans his shoulders back and rolls them in time to the music, allowing the duster to slide down his arms, drawing a few catcalls from the female fans. Pulling the coat off, he hands it to a crewman and drops to the mat, using the ropes to stretch as his music fades. Keith Williams gives a little sign language flicking his hand under his chin at Billy.

Carter: There will be no love loss here.

Bennett: Keith ain’t trying to swoon him to wine and dine! Keith’s here to beat some ass, cash checks and break necks, sleaze style!

Aiello: We will see how this plays out. Mitchell has the weight advantage on Keith here, so you gotta imagine he’s got the strength advantage over Williams.

Keith and Billy meet up in the center of the ring. Billy offers out a hand in a sign of respect, Keith arches a brow and then spits into his hand. Not talking like a little spit, hawking up a massive loogie into palm type stuff. Billy retracts his hand as Keith goes for the shake, not wanting to be made a fool of. Keith wipes his hands on the ref’s shirt as the bell is sounded.

DING DING DING

Keith swings wildly at Billy with a European Uppercut strike but Mitchell manages to duck underneath, whipping around and nailing Williams with a stiff Polish Hammer to the chest! Keith hits the canvas with a thud but he snaps back up to his feet, throwing a Knife Edge Chop right into Mitchell’s chest.

Bennett: Keith is lighting up Mitchell here!

Aiello: Don’t count The American Outlaw out just yet!

Keith throws three more chops in fast sequence, Billy being pushed back into the corner. Keith goes for a hard swing chop but Billy blocks the strike with his forearms! Mitchell launches a powerful left hand haymaker to Keith’s face right in the mustache! Williams flails backwards, clutching his face in agony.

Carter: Williams acting like he just lost an eye.

Aiello: Billy Mitchell just has that kind of freakish strength!

Billy tosses a boot up into Williams’ guts and then latches the ReV into a front facelock then hoists Keith high up into a vertical suplex position. Darian Gray is wailing and hollering like he’s watching his comrade Williams be murdered. Billy keeps Keith vertical for sometime, pivoting on his feet turning Williams 180 degrees before dropping him in a Gourdbuster across the top turnbuckle! Keith crotches onto the top rope as Billy rolls back away from the turnbuckle!

Carter: A little variation of The Back Road there.

Aiello: Excellent show of power from Billy here! Williams better think fast!

Bennett: I think you’re forgetting how eXXXtreme Keith is here!

Billy lifts his hand and then wipes the sweat from his brow as he circles the ring for momentum. Keith pushes himself up into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Billy continues sprinting then springs up onto the second rope to catch Keith in a Belly to Belly Suplex! Keith catches Billy as he goes for the grasp with a stiff European Uppercut underneath Billy’s jaw! The blow stuns Billy as Keith launches himself off the top rope with a violent forearm lariat nearly beheading Billy off the ropes and into the canvas below!

Bennett: What a strong armed style from Keith! He has been taking his vitamins and saying his prayers with tons of milk on the side.

Aiello: Do you hear the things come out of your mouth?

Keith goes for cover after a brief moment of reprieve.

Bennett: Something has Billy Mitchell distracted here tonight, that was a rookie mistake!

TW-BILLY POWERS OUT!

Carter: Billy is a resilient man here tonight!

Bennett: Keith’s just getting started here, this isn’t some bar room brawl! This is like in the old days, the all or nothing days!

Keith Williams grabs a tight handful of hair and slowly yanks Billy up to his feet. Keith turns his fist and then delivers a mean jab to the bridge of Billy’s nose. The punch staggers Billy but he returns the favor with a straight elbow to Keith’s jaw. Williams staggers back to the ropes, clutching his jawline with a look of anguish upon his face. Keith begins to show signs of frustration as he swings for the fences with a lariat right at Billy’s sternum but Mitchell side steps the strike and then swings Williams into the canvas with a Side Russian Leg Sweep! Billy quickly rolls onto Williams attempting to lock in a Arm Triangle Choke! Keith struggles valiantly in efforts to escape the chokehold.

Aiello: Billy displaying his submission prowess in the ring here.

Bennett: That’s Keith’s bread and butter!

Keith swings his hips and manages to reverse Billy’s Arm Triangle into a straight armbar! Billy is flailing about desperately as he pushes his feet under his waist to push himself up to his feet.

Carter: Billy’s lifting up Keith!

Billy manages to hoist Keith up from a squat position up into Powerbomb position! Billy plants his feet for balance as Keith begins raining down fists into Billy’s head! Mitchell begins to stagger back as he hits the ropes, losing his balance and falls over the top ropes with both men spilling out to ringside in a calamitous fall!

Aiello: Oh God! That was a nasty spill to the outside! Both men are down!

Bennett: I thought you said Billy was strong!? He should have put Keith down before he went slipping backwards!

Carter: That was a joint effort and both men paid the price. This isn’t ballet.

The referee is decreeing that both men get back into the ring but they are unresponsive. The referee begins to make the count. Darian Gray is yelling at the referee to knock that off as it doesn’t help Keith’s chances of winning if he gets counted out.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Billy’s head shakes as he starts to show the first signs of life.

FOUR

Keith stirs and Billy begin to move as they both slowly crawl towards the ring.

FIVE

Darian circles around the ring to join Keith at ringside as Gray slowly begins to pick up his fellow ReV.

SIX

Billy uses the steps to aid in getting himself up to his feet.

SEVEN

Darian manages to hoist Keith up onto the apron and then shoves Williams under the bottom rope.

Bennett: The ReVs are geniuses! This is wrestling using your brain!

EIGHT!

Billy manages to get up to his feet thanks to the steel stairs.

NINE!!!!!!!

Billy hops onto the apron and rolls under the bottom rope just at the knick of time!

Carter: BILLY IS STILL IN THIS ONE!

Keith is on his belly slowly pushing himself up to a kneeling position. Billy Mitchell slowly crawls to his knees as both men are opposite of one another on their knees. Keith throws a open hand strike to Billy’s cheek letting out a loud echoing slap throughout the arena as the arena collects in a loud “OOOH!” Billy retorts with a open hand strike of his own across Keith’s lips! Keith clutches his stache in agony as Billy gets up to his feet then thrusts a powerful big boot into Keith’s face sending him crashing into the canvas with a vicious thud!

Bennett: Shitkicker!? No!

Aiello: Keith’s just got the shit kicked out of him!

Carter: I would like to assure our visually impaired audience that didn’t happen literally, it’s the name of the move from Mitchell.

Billy makes the cover hooking both legs with the ref in position!

2!!

KEITH WILLIAMS KICKS OUT AT TWO AND A HALF!

Billy Mitchell has a look of complete bewilderment on his face as he can’t believe Keith just kicked out!

Bennett: Keith Williams doesn’t know how to say die!

Aiello: I’m sure he knows how to say: that was a close one!

Bennett: Shut the hell up you sum bitch!!

Billy grabs Keith by the ear and yanks Williams up to his feet. Billy throws a open palm strike to Keith’s cheek and then latches on a full nelson on Keith! Keith flails his arms about wildly trying to break the hold! Mitchell proves to be too powerful as he swings Keith wildly! Keith starts to show signs of fading! Billy tosses Keith up and brings him down into a Half Nelson Backbreaker! Billy slaps his biceps as he lets out a commanding roar! The crowd cheers wildly at Billy’s tenacity!

Carter: Mitchell’s getting this crowd fired up!

Aiello: Billy’s got his work cut out for him, Keith has kept up with him every step of the way...albeit in some in questionable fashion.

Bennett: It’s not about how you got to the finish line, it’s about getting there first!

Billy hoists Keith back up to his feet demonstrating his strength in the process lifting Williams up into an Electric Chair hold! Billy takes a few steps forward giving the crowd a thumbs down hand gesture. Keith takes the momentary lapse in judgement and slips down behind Mitchell hooking in a Reverse Front Face Lock in before swinging back into a falling Reverse DDT! Billy’s head bouncing off the mat like a basketball! Keith gives a reach around Mitchell’s knee for the cover!

Bennett: You know, I’m just going to say it. Billy’s distracted here, that was a basic attack that Keith executed with expert precision. There’s rumors out there that Billy’s not been the same since he heard the news of his father’s passing. With that, I’m sure Keith’s going to take advantage of his distractions!

2!!!!

THRE-BILLY KICKS OUT!

Keith is up on his knees as he wipes a hand to remove the sweat on his mustache. The crowd is applauding the efforts that have been put on display.

Aiello: The crowd is liking what they’re seeing here.

Bennett: Maybe they just like Darian standing at ringside too, did you ever think of that?

Carter: That is definitely what they’re not clapping at.

Darian tries to soak up the applause for himself at ringside as Keith Williams and Billy Mitchell get up to their feet in what seems like epic slow motion. Billy swings wildly with a frenzy of lariats that Keith Williams manages to duck and dodge with elegant ease. Billy Mitchell starts to get impatient with his miss attempts as Williams manages to evade one more wild swinging southpaw Lariat!

Bennett: The speed advantage is squarely in Williams corner at this point in the match.

Carter: Billy didn’t pace himself and perhaps is feeling the side effects.

Billy swings for the fences once more throwing caution to the wind! Keith Williams ducks underneath Billy’s arms and hooks under Mitchell’s leg to execute a SPIKE REGALPLEX! The American Outlaw is folded up like an accordion as Keith Williams rolls up to his feet as he yanks off his elbow pad twirling his arm up to loosen up and the stretch the ligaments.

Aiello: Billy is looking in a bad way here.

Bennett: Just like Williams planned!

Keith Williams motions for Billy to get up to his feet as Mitchell responds in kind by shoving up to one leg and delivers a vicious overhand chop to Keith’s sternum! The blow causes Keith to stumble back one step as he spins like a top towards Mitchell with another Discus Elbow! Billy catches Williams trying to deliver a Back Suplex but Keith Williams reverses it into a falling crossbody! Williams makes the cover!

2!!!!

TH-BILLY MITCHELL MUSTERS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Mitchell and Williams both circle up to their feet as they both decide to start trading decisive hooks and jabs that chip away at the balance of the two men.

Carter: Both men are throwing bombs at one another! Both men looking for the other man to blink!

Bennett: Keith never sleeps! He never blinks!

Aiello: Billy Mitchell is out for blood here!

Mitchell swings wildly with his brawlhouse style but Keith Williams ducks underneath. Keith thrusts a boot into the back of Mitchell’s knees causing him to falter in his stance. Keith quickly latches a tight front facelock on Billy hoisting him up into a Vertical Suplex position! Keith does a spiral motion before dropping Billy right on his head with the a modified K-DRIVER!!!!!! Keith goes for the cover and the refs in position watching Mitchell’s shoulders!

2!!!

BILLY MITCHELL GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

3!!!

DING DING DING

The referee doesn’t see the rope break as “Roman Holiday” by Everytime I Die begins to play. Keith quickly launches himself up to his feet and celebrates with elaborate arm thrusts into the air with his four fingers formed in V’s. Darian hops onto the apron and applauds the efforts of his cohort. Keith Williams does a little bow and gives his ReV the V hand gesture salute. The two men celebrate in turn as Billy begins to argue with the referee that he was holding onto the bottom rope.

Bennett: I hope the rumors of Billy Mitchell going to Rampage are true! We don’t need distracted turn coats who don’t have the power to kick out of meanuevers like that!

Aiello: You’re insane! Mitchell didn’t have to kick out if he knew he had a rope break!

Carter: Questionable refereeing here, we’ll have to see how this plays out.

Keith Williams has his arm raised by Darian as the referee says his decision is final to a very frustrated Billy Mitchell.

Aiello: You gotta feel for Billy Mitchell here.

Bennett: I would, but I don’t. Keith wins here tonight is a huge boon for the ReVenants!

Carter: We’ll have to check out Rampage to see how Billy Mitchell feels about this.

Nostalgia is on his way to his “Pacing Spot,” before the match. A tradition he started when he first became a professional wrestler. He likes to stay in motion, it brings him comfort. He has his iPod in hand, clicking play on his favorite Cassidy freestyle as he passes through a set of swinging double doors. Not paying attention, he bumps into someone. That someone just happens to be Ruthann Hunter.

Nostalgia: Oh man. I am very sorry Mrs.Ruthann Hunter. How foolish of me. My apologies.

Ruthann Hunter: No problem. I see you are in the zone right now.

Nostalgia: Yeah, big match tonight, trying to keep this winning streak alive. Well, since I have awkwardly and rudely gotten your attention. I would just like to take a moment to thank you.

Ruthann Hunter: Thank me? For what?

Nostalgia: For being you. The way you carry yourself around here. The way you treat everyone with respect from the newcomers to the seasoned vets. I think you are the perfect role model for the next generation of EWC stars.

Ruthann just stood with a soft smile on her face feeling really humble shaking her head softly no towards him.

Ruthann: Look I have just been myself even though there a few that might not believe I am.

Nostalgia: But I also wanted to point out, that your achievements in EWC deserve as much praise as your backstage actions. Most significant others of famed superstars like to ride the coattails of success. Not you. Not Ruthless Aggression. You paved your own way. You made all the doubters look like fools. You truly are an inspiration.

Ruthann knew the rumors but she has slowly started to let them go. She gently places a hand on the young man shoulder looking at him right in the eyes.

Ruthann: I am just a person who does what you love to do. That is wrestles. That what you do out there. Remember to always keep that love for this sports burning inside of you. Do not let the doubts and stuff enter your mind. One day we will be inside of that ring and I know I will have a great match.

Nostalgia: I both hope we do and do not cross paths equally. I would be honored to be pitted against you. But doing so would probably not end well for my win-loss record. Plus, fighting those you respect with as much admiration as I carry for you is always a little harder, at least for me.

Ruthann just laughs softly.

Ruthann: I know what you mean. I had to face many people I had great respect and also fact people I would hope I never face but those matches were some of the best of my career because they were against people that I knew would just make me better win, lose or draw, Jaden, would be upset with me about what I am about to say but don't winning be the only thing you looking forward to doing here in EWC because it will be your downfall. You will slowly start to lose that passion. So just have fun and enjoy it all.

Ruthann gives Nostalgia a big hug.

Nostalgia: I ran into that problem before. I will heed your words and not let it happen again. Now it is for the love of the game and the fans. Ruthann, it truly was a pleasure finally officially meeting you. I will see you around, and good luck this upcoming season.

Ruthann: Not Luck just do! I will be watching.

Ruthann walked away as the camera zoom up on Nostalgia with a smile on his face, his head held high, ready to go all out in hopes of securing another victory.

SINGLES MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS ROB GARCIA

Bennett: Oooh boy, I can’t wait for the ReVenants to lighten things up here.

Aiello: I think I’m more excited for the prospect of Nostalgia defeating Rob Garcia here tonight, he has been on quite the hot streak as of late.

Bennett: This is why we can’t have nice things.

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, NEWWWW JERSEY…weighing in at 289 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!"

Carter: I like this entrance, good music.

Bennett: You would!

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”

Carter: Graceful.

Bennett: Awful!

Aiello: Get along you two.

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.

Aiello: Nostalgia looking in tip top condition here tonight.

Bennett: Rob is all about conditioning! Why, I hear he doesn’t even use Shampoo, just straight conditioner!

Carter; You’re a special kind of strange.

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 too short, so it looks like a pitbulls tail when its been snippet. Darian Gray appears at Rob’s side as Gray brushes off Garcia’s shoulder.

Bennett: Woo! Darian Gray is gracing us with his presence! This is great!

Aiello: Now I’m worried for Nostalgia here. You know the ReVenants are going to be up to no good.

Carter: With the size and strength in Nostalgia’s favor, this could be an equalizer in Rob’s eyes.

Rob spins around to face the audience and he has oversized gucci glasses on and a goofy grin on his face, Darian places a hand over his brow and peers out into the crowd. Rob’s assistant Jeff Noon comes strolling out and then uses a lint roller on Rob’s shoulder.

Bennett: Oh wow! Jeff Noon? Eh, it’s just Jeff Noon.

Aiello: What is this? How much help does Rob Garcia need?

Rob starts to walk down toward the ring with Darian and Jeff in tow, stopping and pointing to a fan and mock them and talk some smack. Darian asks the fans if they could afford such an expensive watch while referencing his own. Jeff politely asks nobody to touch Rob as he just got finished getting rid of lint.

Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Jeff Noon and Darian Gray, representing the ReVenants! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty four pounds, hailing from Beverly Hills, California! ROOOBBBBBB GARRCIAAAA!”

When fans try to high five him, Rob pulls back his hands syncing 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. Jeff Noon and Darian applaud Rob’s form and hold up two plaques that read “10” in response to Rob’s pose.

Aiello: This is just getting ridiculous at this point.

Bennett: You don’t like art?

Nostalgia gets back into the ring and stands toe to toe with Rob as both men are standing as the whole crowd is going wild. Darian and Jeff try to square up behind Rob, as they all look up to the taller Nostalgia. Nostalgia fakes out going forward, but neither Rob or Darian blink but Jeff Noon does. Jeff runs out of the ring screaming and crying in fear. The referee orders Darian out of the ring and he soon does. The crowd is hooting and hollering as the referee calls for the bell.

Carter: The tension can be cut with a knife! Who's going to walk away with victory here tonight!?

Bennett: I'm an expert betting man, so I'm going for the winner of this match!

Aiello: And who would that be genius? Please share with us your wisdom.

Bennett: I bet my money on both of them! I'm coming out a winner either way!

Rob and Nostalgia stand nose to nose, neither man moving as the ref gets in between the men and explains the rules. Neither man seem to have an interest in hearing the rules and continue their intense stare down, if they could they would be burning holes straight through one another’s souls. The referee confirms with each man to start and they both agree. Darian Gray and Jeff Noon cheer on Rob from ringside.

DING DING DING

Nostalgia and Rob go at it like rabid dogs with rabies as they unleash rapid fire fists at one another. Nostalgia and Rob continue fighting to the ropes, their fight spilling to the outside as Nostalgia yanks Rob up and tosses him over the top rope with authority. Nostalgia is on Rob like a swarm of killer bees as he continues to unleash stinging jabs. Rob stumbles around the steel steps as Nostalgia grabs Rob and whips him right into the steel steps shoulder first with one hand! Nostalgia throws his hands high above his head and lets out a triumphant roar. The referee begins counting the men outside the ring.

2

Carter: Nostalgia throwing Rob with authority into those steel steps!

Bennett: This is excessive! This is an outrage! Rob didn’t ask for this!

4

Nostalgia whips up the ring curtain and pulls out a steel chair. Rob is seen with his head laying on the steel as Nostalgia pulls the steel chair above his head and swings it down with vicious violent intent!

*CLANG*

The sound of steel rattles off throughout the arena but Rob escapes with the help of Darian and Jeff Noon. They manage to pull him to safety as Rob scurries up to his feet and then avoids another chair shot that bounces off the guardrail. Darian grabs Rob and the two circle around the ring.

Jeff Noon plants his feet with his hands on his hips and declares to Nostalgia that chairs are against the rules. Nostalgia doesn’t take much time to respond and levels Jeff Noon with a powerful chair shot to the the head.

Rob rolls into the ring and back out to break the count. The referee restarts his count out.

Bennett: "Come on Rob! Get that chair out of this madman's hand! Nostalgia nearly decapitated Jeff Noon right there!"

Carter: "Nostalgia is a man on a mission! All those backstage attacks from the ReVenants still haunt Nostalgia’s mind! He’s going to make them pay here tonight, the rules be damned!"

Nostalgia swings the chair again, Rob shoves Darian away and then ducks under as the chair collides with the steel post making another loud thwack sound.

Rob shoulder tackles Nostalgia in the gut and begins to pummel Nostalgia in the face with a barrage of pelting fists. Nostalgia slowly rolls out of harm's way as Rob is like a starving scavenger trying to pick the bones of a freshly killed carcass.

4

Rob drives the point of his knee into the side of Nostalgia's head right in the temple. The violent strike sends the giant Nostalgia sprawling down to the ringside floor.

Carter: Rob has earned himself a moment of reprieve to catch his breath and clear the cobwebs from his mind.

Bennett: Rob needs a stiff drink and the thickest women in the county. It’s okay buddy! I’ll make the reservations!

Aiello: Nostalgia took a nasty hit there, here’s hoping he can recover.

Rob grabs Nostalgia in a front facelock and slowly pulls him up to his feet, irish whipping Nos into the nearby barricade. Nostalgia is violently smashed into the steel chest first.

7

Nostalgia is coughing and weezing as he winces in pain as he takes to a knee. Rob grabs a handful of Nostalgia's to taunt Nos right to his face, letting him know his haircare products are nowhere near as good as Rob’s!

8

Rob slaps Nostalgia in the mouth as the crowd gives out a collective "ooh." Rob quickly rolls under the bottom rope to break the referees count and exits the ring yet again. The referee rolls his eyes and restarts the count out.

Carter: Utter disrespect from Rob here.

Bennett: Rob’s wrestling his kind of match here! He knows he can beat Nostalgia at his own pace!

Rob grabs Nostalgia by the wrist and pulls him up to his feet in an arm wrench, twisting the left arm and working the limb at the elbow with a couple stiff elbow smashes.

Rob performs a short arm forearm lariat that nearly takes Nostalgia's head off. Nostalgia plops down to ringside with a sick thud as Rob stands over Nostalgia and slowly wipes the sweat collecting around his drenched brow.

4

Carter: "Rob taking a methodical approach to this match, utilizing the count and the objects at ringside to keep his advantage.

Bennett: What you can’t do is you can't argue with the results!

Aiello: Rob does have momentum in his favor.

Rob whistles at Darian Gray and this causes Gray to leap up onto the apron to try and get into the ring. This distracts the referee as Rob grabs hold of the steel chair that Nostalgia dropped early after he was tackled.

Bennett: Ooooh yes! This is brilliant!

Aiello: Darian has the referee distracted and Rob’s looking to bend the rules in his favor!

Rob holds it above his head and then brings it down across Nostalgia's left arm as the giant lets out a huge agonizing roar of agony. Rob holds the chair high above his head with one hand as the crowd joins in unison to boo his terrible exploits.

Bennett: That is it! That is how it gets done around here!

Carter: Disgusting! Completely disgusting!

Rob tosses the chair out of his grasp and then rolls into the ring as he quickly tugs on the referees shirt and then points to Nostalgia who is rolling around clutching his arm in pain at ringside. Rob’s beckoning that the referee count out Nostalgia now.

Carter: This is disgusting!

Bennett: Wrestling is a mental game too you know!

The referee begins counting out Nostalgia at ringside.

2

Darian and Rob start doing a little jig to celebrate like victory has been insured.

4
5

Nostalgia gets up to his feet, clutching his left arm in pain. Rob swings his arms wildly in the air and is barking orders at the referee to count faster!

6
7

Rob Garcia pushes his head through the top and middle rope to throw a punch at Nos but is met with a powerful right hook instead! Rob is sent staggering into the ring clutching his cheek as Nostalgia climbs up onto the apron and gets into the ring!

Carter: Nostalgia has regained momentum!

Aiello: Could we see the tide turn!?

Rob holds his cheek in pain as he tries to get up to his feet. Nostalgia wraps a hand around Rob's wrist and whips him into the nearby corner! Rob crashes into the turnbuckles chest first as Nostalgia leaps in with a Stinger Splash crushing Rob’s sternum even further into the corner! Rob staggers stunned for a moment as Nostalgia hoists Garcia up into the air and executes a German Suplex on the ReVenant!

Carter: Nostalgia buying himself some room to breathe, recover and rethink his strategy in this match.

Bennett: This is horseshit, you hear me?

Aiello: Both men are down but Nostalgia is stirring first.

Nostalgia gets up to his feet, grabbing Rob by a handful of hair and yanks him up to his feet. Rob receives three stiff knee strikes to the gut before Nostalgia scoops Garcia up in a Oklahoma Clutch. Nostalgia holds Rob up for several seconds, walking around the circumference of the ring before picking up speed!

Carter: Oklahoma Stampede!

Rob manages to slip off Nostalgia’s shoulder at the last moment but hooks an inverted facelock and executes a Reverse DDT! Nostalgia hits the canvas as Rob quickly hooks the inside leg.

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT BY NOSTALGIA!

Bennett: Nostalgia still alive!? What kind of shit is this nonsense!?

Rob Garcia lets out a look of dismay as he wipes the strands of soaked hair out of his view. Rob stands up, placing a boot on Nostalgia’s shoulder and shoves him out under the bottom rope. Rob Garcia manages to eject Nos off the apron and Nostalgia sprawls down at ringside. Rob Garcia motions to the referee to begin the count.

The ReVenants and Jeff Noon all do a little dance in circular patterns.

3
4
Nostalgia is slowly stirring.

6

Nostalgia is up on both of his knees.

Nostalgia makes it up to a vertical position and Rob Garcia shakes his head in utter disbelief. What was he going to have to do to take out Nostalgia once and for all?

8

Carter: Nostalgia showing his endurance and is on his feet!

Bennett: "He's a different caliber of superstar! He's here to stay!!"

Nostalgia quickly shoots under the bottom rope and breaks the count just in time! Rob Garcia quickly rushes at Nostalgia with a vicious stampede of stomps! Nostalgia manages to get up to his feet and tosses Rob Garcia back into the ropes causing him to rebound back! Nos throws up a big boot that connects with Garcia’s chin!

Carter: What a Big Boot!

Rob stumbles up to his feet quickly clutching his chin. Rob leans on the ropes for several seconds before Nostalgia bum rushes him from behind with a clothesline that sends Rob Garcia over the top rope onto the ringside mats! Nostalgia gestures to the ref to make the count.

Carter: Looks like Nostalgia knows how to play Rob’s game!

Bennett: You mean know how to steal from his playbook!

2

A bloodied Jeff Noon is tugging on Rob’s arm to wake him up. Darian shows up and begins to fan Rob with a program he stole from an audience member.

4
5

Rob awakens and see’s the crimson mask of Jeff Noon that causes him to shriek in fear and scream "Bloody Mary!"

Nostalgia is stirring in the ring with a look of excitement. Rob is slowly crawling towards the nearby apron.

Rob is struggling to pull himself up to his knees!

9

Rob Garcia shoots up to his feet at the last second and rolls under the bottom rope into the ring!

Bennett: WOOO! Rob’s still in it baby!

Nostalgia slaps his forehead, not understanding how Rob could be up and walking around! Rob fumbles to keep his footing as Nostalgia quickly makes his way towards Garcia.

Carter: This is anybody’s ballgame now!

Nostalgia thrusts a kick into Rob’s gut and then hoists Garcia up into a Fireman’s Carry!

Carter: Nostalgia is going for Pavlov’s Bell!

Bennett: Rob! No! Get out of it!

Nostalgia begins to spin in place and goes to Piledrive Rob!

Bennett: NO! ROB!!!

Rob manages to sway his feet from under him and manages to drive Nostalgia’s head into the mat with a twisting spike Tornado DDT!

Aiello: Rob swings momentum into his favor!

Rob hooks both of Nostalgia’s legs for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOSTALGIA KICKS OUT!

Nostalgia just kicks out right before the three count and Rob can’t believe it! Rob slaps his own cheeks and then jumps up to a vertical base. Rob pats his knee several times as he motions for Nostalgia to get up to his feet. Nostalgia slowly struggles to get up to his feet.

Carter: Rob could be looking to put this all away.

Bennett: You better believe it!

Rob Garcia barrels forth with a full head of steam looking to thrust his knee right into Nostalgia’s perfectly aligned jawline! Rob leaps forth but Nostalgia catches Garcia in mid-air and slams the ReV into the mat with a snap spinebuster! Garcia bounces off the canvas like a rubber ball as Nostalgia stumbles back looking to regain his footing.

Aiello: This could be Nostalgia’s moment! He’s gotta stay focused!

Bennett: No! It’s impossible!

Nostalgia motions for Rob to get up to his feet as Rob slowly stumbles to his knees. Nostalgia grabs Rob by the neck and yanks him forward and back up into a Fireman’s Carry! Jeff Noon leaps up onto the apron with a crimson face and is trying to get the referees attention! Nostalgia quickly charges Jeff with Rob on his shoulders, using Rob’s feet to kick Jeff off of the apron! Rob uses the distraction to hop off Nostalgia’s shoulders!

Bennett: Get him Rob!!!

Rob rushes at Nostalgia but is popped up into a Military Press and then quickly driven into the mat with a spiking Michinoku Driver!

Carter: The Catchphrase! The Catchphrase from Nostalgia!

Bennett: This is awful!!!

Nostalgia quickly hooks the leg of Rob and the referee makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!!!!!

THREEE!!!!

“Redbone” By Chilidish Gambino begins playing as Nostalgia gets up to his knees and thrusts his arms high above his head.

Bennett: No! The streak! The streak!!!!!!!!!

Aiello: I’m sure he’ll restart it again.

Carter: Doesn’t he always?

Bennett: You two can go fuck to the off!

Nostalgia throws his arms up into the air as he enjoys the thrills of victory. Jeff Noon and Darian Gray drag Rob out of the ring as he’s yelling about needing gatorade and some seven up in that order.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner by pinfall....NOSSSTAAALLLGGIIAA!!!

Bennett: Rob Garcia wrestled a perfect match, how can this happen!?

Aiello: Maybe Nostalgia just wanted it that much more?

Carter: You can’t take anything away from either of these men, they did their absolute best tonight.

Back at the arena, the crowd is hot and ready for more action. Just then "Made In Hell" by Rob Halford blasts in. Griffin emerges to a HUGE reaction by the millions of Canadians packed in the arena. He smiles as he raises his hands up, pumping up the crowd.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen...Canada's own...Griffin Hawkins!!

The crowd is going crazy as he makes his way down the ramp.

Aiello: Talk about a homecoming, Hawkins is getting a huge reaction from these Canadian fans here tonight

Carter: There's no doubt who the fans want to see tonight!

Bennett: Yeesh, all this ruckus for this guy?

He makes his way into the ring, getting on all four corners of the ropes and raising the devil horns in the air. He gets down and grabs a mic, waiting for his music to end. The crowd is still cheering as he smiles, being glad to be back.

Griffin Hawkins: Damn it is so good to be home!!

The crowd cheers in appreciation.

Griffin Hawkins: Now, unlike that tool Michael Saint...it looks as if Brawl knows the best place to hold a party such as this...and you can't have a party without the Rock Soldier! *the crowd pops once again* Now that I am in the Great White North...people have been asking me, what's the plan for Griffin Hawkins? Well, anyone who knows me..knows that I want to go straight to the top. I'm not gonna kiss anybody's ass or buddy up to the powers that be, that ain't my style...I'm gonna make it to the top on my own. And I know the perfect place to start...that would be the EWC International Title!

But just then "At My Best" by NGK blasts in as the crowd's cheers go to boos. Out comes AJ Johnson.

Aiello: Are you kidding me?! Is this jerk REALLY gonna come out here and rain on Griffin's parade?!

Carter: Come on, you know a jackass like him isn't gonna sit by and let someone else take the spotlight that he thinks belongs to him!

Bennett: I dunno about you guys, but I think things are about to get interesting! It's a battle of egos here! Griffin thinks he's great, AJ knows he's great, something's gotta give!

He cockily gets in the ring and grabs a mic, waiting for his music to end, but the crowd is BOOING him.

Crowd: AJ Sucks! AJ Sucks! AJ Sucks!

AJ Johnson: Oh I'm sorry...did I interrupt you? Did I crash your little party? If I did I humbly apologize. I just thought I'd come out here and get a good look at the guy who everyone in the back is wetting themselves over.

Honestly...I don't see what's the big deal about you. I mean I get that you're from Canada..America's top hat..

The crowd boos him.

Aiello: Well he won't win any votes for Prime Minister.

AJ Johnson: No seriously...I get it...this is Toronto....which is Canada's big asshole...

The crowd boos him some more as he just smiles..enjoying himself.

AJ Johnson: I mean..there really isn't much to cheer for...I mean your hockey team the Toronto Maple Leafs?..they suck. Your basketball team the Toronto Raptors...they're just sad...and your football team the Toronto Agronauts?..forget about it! Sounds like you're the last hero they have left..and their last hope of actually achieving something...lies in the hope of...you. But hey..you gotta start somewhere right. But in all seriousness pal..I just wanna be the first to welcome you to Brawl, I really mean that.

Griffin smirks as he still has his microphone.

Griffin Hawkins: I appreciate the sentiment there dude but uh..I gotta know....who are you? I mean I know I've been gone for quite a while, but I have zero idea who the hell you are! Oh wait that's right, you're AJ Johnson! But..what does the AJ stand for? Does it stand for...Apple Jacks?...No wait, it doesn't. Everybody likes them, why? The just do. They just think you suck...

The crowd laughs as AJ just glares at him emotionless.

Griffin Hawkins: Wait, maybe it stands for..Absolute Jackass...*the crowd cheers again as AJ is not amused* No? Or maybe it means...Asshole Jerkoff..*the crowd cheers once more as AJ just looks like he wants to knock his head off* Or..and this is a stretch. Maybe it stands for..A Joke. Maybe you can help me out here.

AJ laughs a sarcastic laugh.

AJ Johnson: You're a funny guy...I gotta admit. You're quite the comedian. But here is the real joke...it doesn't matter why you're here...especially in this god forsaken..below zero hell hole in Canada..I'm the real star here!

The crowd boos as he focuses on Hawkins.

AJ Johnson: See, you've been gone for quite a while, so let me fill you in on what's happened since you've been away. See...you've been replaced pal. You may have been hot shit when you were on Rampage until you left the company, but while you were off in Las Vegas destroying your body, beating nobodies that my girlfriends could beat to a pulp, I made EWC my domain. And you seem to think that you can just waltz back in here and get your spot back..but I hate to disappoint you, but as long as I'm on this roster..you're only fighting for second place.

Griffin Hawkins: I'm fighting for second place?...This coming from the guy who got his ass handed to him by Melinda Rhodes at Wrestlefest!

The crowd oooh's as it looks like it stings AJ to hear that as he glares at him.

AJ Johnson: That was a fluke and you know it. In regards to that little slut you like to hang around with, I'm not done with her yet. Last week was just a little taste of what I got in store for her. But you know I think Griff? I..

Griffin Hawkins: That's the problem with you AJ...you don't think. You got no respect for anybody in that locker room..that's why nobody respects you. Time progresses and you don't know when to keep your big fucking mouth shut. You think you know everything better than everybody else..when you don't know a damn thing. I used to be like you dude, I was cocky, I was arrogant, and I rubbed people the wrong way. But unlike you I backed it up..you haven't shown us anything. You got all the talent in the world..and all the potential in the world..but all you've shown everybody is how good you are in sneak attacking somebody from behind and breaking the rules to get a victory. So until you show us something..you're just a sad...little...boy that has all the makings of a Superstar..but doesn't know what to do with it. More importantly, you shouldn't be so concerned about me, you should be more concerned about your TV Title Match with Neo James Carter.

A cocky smile then appears on his face.

AJ Johnson: That's where you're wrong Griffster. I AM focused. That's part of the reason I'm out here. Because if memory serves me correctly, the EWC TV Title, that's belt that you used to hold right? 491 days? That's really impressive, undefeated for 491 days. Well, I came out here tonight to tell you when I win the title, unlike you, I'm gonna hold it for MORE than that. I'm gonna hold it for a long...long time...and I won't even drop it. And secondly..if I don't have all the talent, how come these people pay to see me and not you?

The crowd boos in disagreement.

AJ Johnson: You see Griffin, you're a has been, you're yesterday's news. Me, I'm the future of Brawl, the future of EWC itself! These people may not like me, but they got no choice but to respect me. I'm the guy who's name is on the marquee of every event. I'll even go as far to say that the only reason you held that TV Title for that long, is because I wasn't on the Rampage roster. But that will all change tonight when I beat Carter and become the NEW Television Champion!

Griffin Hawkins: So..you think the people came to see....you? Well, why don't we take a poll. Who wants to see...AJ Johnson?

The crowd boos. He leans against the ropes.

Griffin Hawkins: Okay, now don't be shy people..but do you think AJ is incredibly annoying? *crowd pops* Do you think he really..really sucks? *crowd pops again* Do you think he's the biggest horse's ass on the face of God's green earth? *The crowd pops huge*

AJ has had enough and uses the microphone and hits Griffin in the back of the head, bringing him to the mat.

Aiello: Oh come on! What a cheap shot!

Bennett: Hey he brought it on himself when he turned his back on him!

He kicks him when he's down, and starts hammering him in the back of the head, shouting "You wanna disrespect me!? You wanna disrespect me!?" as he rains down on him with punches. Just then the boos turn to cheers as Melinda Rhodes runs down the ramp and slides into the ring! AJ sees this and wisely rolls out of the ring.

Bennett: This is none of Mel's business!

Carter: I'd say it is, everyone knows the friendship between Rhodes and Hawkins spans way back!

Aiello: AJ said he wasn't done with Mel, but I don't think Mel is done with him either!

AJ grins cockily at Melinda as she's on the ropes shouting at him, demanding he get back in the ring and face her as we go to a break.

SINGLES MATCH
DAVID MILLER
VS MELINDA RHODES

Carter: I don’t see an empty seat in the house right now, and that’s because no one in the Air Canada Centre wants to miss what’s coming up next.

Aiello: Our own Rebel Rhodes goes toe-to-toe with the self-proclaimed King of Fighters, David Miller. Miller made his debut last week in Honolulu against Cal Pine, coming out victorious thanks to some vicious submission work.

Carter: Rhodes also a part of that show, trying to gain some small measure of vengeance against a returning Amis Shelton, but AJ Johnson had other ideas. One superkick later, Shelton was picking up the cheap win over Rebel.

Bennett: Cheap? The hell’s it gotta’ be cheap for? A win’s a damn win. It ain’t Shelton’s fault Rhodes wasn’t watching her back. She knew she’d pissed blondie off. She should have been watchin’ for anything. When you’re in that ring, you need eyes everywhere. In the back of your head, front of your head, up your ass, everywhere!

Aiello: I’m sure Rebel will be looking to deliver a receipt to AJ later when he takes on Neo Carner, but for right now, her focus should be on Miller, who’s proven himself to be a very competent, very dangerous competitor.

As cameras pan across the capacity crowd, the lights begin to lower, drawing several 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. 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, the man begins a purposed march out into the crowd to a mixed reception.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing the fighter now approaching the ring, out of Santa Ana, California. Standing six feet and weighing in tonight at two-hundred, thirty-five pounds. He is the King of Fighters ... David … “The Assassin” … Miller!

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, 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 combinations as his music fades.

Bennett: I love this son of a bitch. No fuss, no muss, no jaw-jackin’ except for the other guys’. Man after my own black heart right there.

Aiello: Miller certainly carving out a niche for himself in EWC. Only his second match with the company and he finds himself face to face with Rebel Rhodes in the top half of the card.

Carter: Oddly enough, Miller had a few things to say to AJ Johnson this week as well. Making it clear that if Johnson shows his face during the match, it might be Miller, himself, that handles the situation rather than 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!!!

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!!!

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 head bangs 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: Rhodes is a tough chick, even I won’t say otherwise, but hell if she ain’t bitten off more than she can chew this time ‘round. Miller’s gonna’ bust her pretty little ass up ‘fore long if she don’t keep movin’.

Carter: Rhodes has been up against the best in the business, Steve. I doubt the butterflies were even a thought, let alone an issue as she was coming down that ramp.

DING DING DING

Aiello: No-one’s doubting the fortitude of Melinda Rhodes, but that bell means it’s time to get this show started!

Rhodes circles Miller, who calmly walks to the center of the ring, hands slowly coming up in a readied stance as he fakes a few quick steps, testing Rhodes, who doesn’t budge. Guarding tight, Rebel lunges in with a jab, but Miller slaps it away. She tries again and he weaves to the side, then ducks under, but Rhodes is ready with an uppercut, snapping Miller straight. Landing a quick jab, she follows with an elbow, and then a kick to Miller’s knee, almost buckling it and forcing him to back away. A slow cheer ripples through the crowd as Rhodes focuses on Miller and follows, cutting off the ring. Miller feints with his left shoulder, then snaps his right leg out with a kick to the knee, but Rhodes lifts the leg and kicks it forward, looking to catch Miller in the gut, but he catches it instead, swinging through with a dragon screw. Rebel gives a sharp cry as she’s taken down, rolling away and back to her feet just as Miller rises. Leaping up, she lands a dropkick to the chest, knocking him back, then springs to her feet and hits a running calf kick that takes him down. Obviously the quicker, Rhodes backs into the ropes as Miller gets to his knees, and flips over with a neck breaker. Miller clutches his neck and rolls away, but Rhodes is already up and on her feet, jumping to the middle rope and swinging around with a springboard leg drop across the back of his head.

Aiello: Rebel with the quick offense, keeping a step ahead of The Assassin. Miller winning the stand up earlier with that vicious dragon screw, but Rhodes is making him work for every inch.

Getting to her feet, Rhodes pulls Miller up and drives a knee into the side of his head, then uncorks a stiff right straight to the side of his jaw, snapping his head. Miller stabs a back elbow, but Rhodes ducks under and comes up with a vicious uppercut to the ribs, then a jumping enzuigri that sends Miller stumbling forward. Up in a flash, Rhodes backs to the corner, waiting for Miller to rise and turn, only to be caught in a spinning head scissors, ending up back on the mat again. Rolling to a knee, he looks up just in time to take a baseball slide dropkick to the side of the head, knocking him onto his back. Popping up, Rhodes quickly turns and hits a standing moon sault for the pin.

1!

Miller shoves her off, but Rebel lands on her feet and spins down into an elbow drop. Rising, she pulls Miller into a seated position and nails him in the spine with a stiff kick. Miller grimaces in pain and clenches his fists as Rebel lands a second one, each drawing ‘’oohs” from the crowd. Grabbing him, Rhodes pulls Miller to his feet only to take him back down with a drop toe hold, sending him face first into the turnbuckles. Dazed, Miller uses the corner to pull himself up, but Rebel charges in with a flying splash … only for Miller to spin away! Rhodes smashes into the buckles and slumps, giving Miller time to grab her from behind and pull her through a backward roll, hoisting her up out of the deadlift only to drive her down with a high-angle German suplex, keeping it bridged for the quick pin.

Carter: Death Roll off the missed splash!

1!

2!

Rhodes swings herself loose just before the second count, rolling away while shaking the cobwebs loose. Miller gets to a knee and pushes himself to a stand as Rhodes pops up, herself, wheeling to face him just as Miller unloads a front thrust kick. Dodging to the side, Rhodes lands two stiff jabs to the jaw, stunning Miller for a split-second before he hurls a left cross at her head. Snagging the arm, Rhodes snaps him over with an arm drag and tries to transition into an arm breaker, but Miller shoves her off and rolls away, pushing to his feet. Rebel is up quicker, and lands a quick soccer kick to his ribs. Reaching down to pull him up, Rebel whips him into the ropes, but Miller plants his foot and reverses it, looking to pull her into a superman punch, but Rhodes sweeps to the side, spinning around to jump up and pull him down with a back cracker. Miller bounces off with a cry of pain.

Aiello: Rhodes keeping the momentum in her corner since the start of the match, doing everything she can to keep Miller either on the ground or at arm’s length, where those punches can do the most damage.

Carter: I’m almost ashamed to admit I’m surprised at how much Rebel has dominated the stand-up game so far. Those punches are finding their mark every time, with Miller unable to answer yet.

Back on her feet, Rhodes moves to the ropes and climbs out onto the apron, watching as Miller gets to a knee and pushes himself up, turning just in time to see Rebel leap to the top and springboard in with a forearm smash, but Miller leaps up and catches her in the face with a ganmemgiri! The smack of impact earns a groan of sympathy from the fans as Rebel crashes to the canvas. Pushing himself up, Miller stalks over, reaching up to slap at the side of his head, clearing the daze before reaching down and gut-wrenching Rhodes. Planting his feet, he powers her over with a dead lifted gut wrench suplex, smashing her down. Rhodes pops up to a seated position and swings to find her feet, but Miller greets her with a shoot-style kick to the knee, dropping her back down again before landing a second kick, this time to the chest. Rhodes’ eyes go wide with the pain. Pulling her up, Miller slams two hard right shots to her ribs, before trapping both her arms and delivering a series of head butts, before finally throwing her overhead with another suplex. Landing hard, Rebel arches and cradles her back, slowly rolling onto his stomach and pushing up to her knees. Taking aim, Miller cocks his leg back for a buzzsaw-style roundhouse…

Bennett: Someone tell little Jimmy to get his glove up, Miller’s ‘bout to knock this chick outta’ the park!

Rhodes looks up just as Miller snaps out with the kick … only to miss as Rebel dives and rolls underneath popping up to her feet behind him and leaping onto the middle turnbuckle. Before she can capitalize, though, Miller turns and steps in underneath her, hoisting her up in an electric chair before bridging backward, driving her into the mat.

1!

2!

Rebel powers loose and crawls away, pushing up to her feet just as Miller rolls and rises as well, cocking back for a rolling elbow, but Rhodes catches him with a kick to the gut. Grabbing him in a headlock, Rebel runs up the ropes and swings around before spiking him with a tornado-style DDT, almost standing him on his head. Miller collapses to his back as Rhodes turns and hooks a leg.

1!

2!

Miller’s shoulder jerks loose, breaking the count.

Aiello: So close! Rhodes with a heinous DDT, just planting him on his head. Rhodes still managing to put that speed of hers to good use, leaving Miller to play catch up since the opening bell.

Carter: He’s caught up more than once, though, Joe, and every time he does, he makes Rebel pay for making him chase her. Those suplexes look vicious as hell, to say nothing of the strikes he’s been landing. I noticed Rhodes has started to distance herself from the striking game … maybe she’s outmatched?

Aiello: If she is, don’t expect her to let on. Whatever plan she’s following certainly seems to be working, though!

On her feet, Rhodes climbs out to the apron and ascends the ropes, measuring the distance before coming off with a swanton bomb … hitting nothing but canvas as Miller just escapes by rolling out of the way. Landing hard, Rhodes gives a cry of pain and rolls to her stomach, cradling her back as Miller slowly gets to his feet. Rhodes does the same, pushing up to her knees, but Miller comes up and reaches down to grab her by the back of the neck, dragging her on all fours towards the corner. Propping her head on the bottom turnbuckle, he presses a boot to the back of her shoulders, pinning her in place while reaching down to grab her wrists. Pulling back, he stretches her out for a second, before suddenly curb stomping her face into the buckle, drawing a loud “ooh” from the crowd. Stumbling back, Miller takes a second to catch his breath, before reaching down to grab Rebel’s foot and drag her out to the middle of the ring. Pulling the woman to her feet, he locks in a half-nelson, then snaps over backward with the suplex, folding Rhodes in half with the impact. As she rolls onto her back, Miller backs into the corner and hoists himself up to the middle rope, coming off with a diving head butt that connects with full force.

Bennett: Holy hell, the bastard can fly!

Carter: A diving head butt from David Miller. Honestly not something I would have expected from a man of his style.

Aiello: Almost taking a page out of the Book of Rhodes with that one, but effective either way. Miller now in control after driving Rebel’s face into the buckle with that stomp. The pace being slowed down to match the more methodical mind of the Assassin as he brings Rhodes to her feet …

Tucking Rebel’s head, Miller lifts her up vertical, holding her for a long moment before dropping straight down into a brain buster, leaving her body to flop lifeless to the canvas. Even the official cringes in pain as Miller turns and hooks the leg.

1!

2!

3-

Bennett: You gotta’ be kiddin’ me!

Carter: Two count! Rebel just barely out at the last second!

Even Miller seems surprised, showing the briefest hint of a smile as he reaches down to pull Rhodes to her feet, scooping up her leg for a captured suplex. Rebel struggles, trying to break free, but Miller tightens his grip and braces his feet … just as Rebel bell claps both sides of his head! Breaking his grip, Miller staggers back, cupping his ears as his head rings. As he turns away, Rhodes rushes past him and jumps onto the ropes, back flipping over while catching his head and dragging him down into the Skull Tattoo! The arena erupts as she bounces into the pin.

1!

2!

The referee stops and claps Rebel on the shoulder. As she rises in celebration, he shows her Miller’s bottom foot on the rope. Rhodes sees it and gives a howl of frustration.

Bennett: Always knew that girl was a screamer.

Carter: Christ, Steve. Leave that crap for Williams, will you? Rebel obviously frustrated at the toughness of Miller. This has been nothing but a war from the start, with neither one of them showing an ounce of quit.

Aiello: Miller told Rebel to bring her best, and she’s not one to disappoint. Whatever Miller expected to find when he stepped into the ring tonight, I think it’s safe to say he got more than he bargained for.

Pulling Miller to his feet, Rebel softens him up with two solid shots to the jaw, leaving the man dazed before whipping him into the ropes. As Miller bounces off, Rhodes ducks down for the body drop … only to find herself locked in a guillotine! Rebel pounds on Miller’s arms as he sinks it deep, cinching his hands and actually using the choke to suplex her down to the canvas, rolling backward into a full mount!

Bennett: Oh, I think it’s night-night time for Rebel!

Aiello: Guillotine choke by Miller, and that thing is in deep! Rhodes struggling frantically to find an escape, but Miller’s got that mounted position now, which increases the pressure even more.

Carter: She needs to stay calm, but I don’t know. That’s a picture-perfect choke he’s got locked in.

The official kneels down beside them, checking for signs of submission from Rhodes, but she refuses, still struggling against Miller’s superior strength. Pounding against his arms, she tries clawing at him, but nothing seems to faze him. Her movement slows, each attempt showing less energy as Miller continues to cut off the air to her brain. Chants of “REBEL” quickly build throughout the crowd as the referee takes hold of her arm and raises it.

Aiello: Rebel needs to find a way out of this, but she looks out. I can’t even tell if she’s still conscious, guys.

In one quick move, Rebel snaps her hand away from the official, and tucks her fingers, unleashing a savage knuckle punch into the side of Miller’s head. The sudden, stabbing pain in his skull forces Miller to break the hold as he lurches away with a loud groan, collapsing to all fours. Gasping and coughing, Rebel drags herself the opposite direction, escaping to the apron as she swallows full mouthfuls of air into her lungs. The fans once again erupt in a chorus of cheers for Rebel’s tenacity. Cradling the side of his head, Miller suddenly drives a fist into the mat, unleashing a bestial scream of pure rage. Forcing himself up, he turns and glares down at the still heaving Rhodes…

Carter: That doesn’t sound good, and looks worse. Rebel managing to get herself loose of Miller’s guillotine, but I don’t like that look at all, guys.

Aiello: Miller’s a man with a reputation, and right now, he’s staring down at Rebel with intent to kill. Rhodes needs to get back on her feet or this could get real ugly.

Stalking Rebel, Miller turns a cold stare to the official, who immediately backs away as Miller reaches down and drags Rhodes back into the ring. Hauling her up, he hurls her up against the corner buckles, unloading brutal body shots to her kidney area, taking the time to and load each punch for full power. More than a few earn cries of pain from Rhodes as she tries to cover up. Alternating between the ribs, kidneys and head, Miller’s punches come like waves in a storm as he bludgeons Rebel. Grabbing her by the arm he tries to pull her into a spinning elbow, but she manages to evade it by dropping to a knee and stumbling forward. As she stands and turns, Miller catches her with a spinning back fist, but Rhodes follows through with the impact and comes around with a HUGE right cross!

Bennett: Goddamn, girl!

Aiello: JESUS!

Carter: Roll Back! Rhodes just knocked Miller into next season with that shot! I think his eyes are still spinning!

Collapsing onto the ropes, Rebel heaves in deep breaths, summoning as much strength as possible before turning to face Miller, who is slowly pushing up to his knees, blood dripping from a deep tear in his lip. Tonguing the vitae, Miller turns the full force of his cold stare on Rhodes, before exploding up to his feet … just as Rhodes shoves herself off the ropes and charges him. At the exact same time, Miller swings his leg around like a sledgehammer, looking for the Mercy Kill … as Rhodes drops to her knees with a power slide, Miller’s boot missing her by inches before she pops up, grabbing hold of his head as he rotates and looking for a Shot Through the Heart! … but Miller drives a punch into the small of her back, sending her stumbling forward. Grabbing the back of her tights, her pulls her back and tucks his head under her arm, locking her waist and snapping over backward with the Bloodstained Memoir! Rhode’s body folds up like an accordion before going limp, as Miller shoves her over and hooks the leg.

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, the King of Fighters … David … “The Assassin” … Miller!

Aiello: Christ, that impact! Rebel just crumpled up like an old towel after that backdrop driver.

Bennett: Hoo boy, I knew that crazy son of a bitch wouldn’t let me down! The girl’s off in la-la-land right now, I’ll tell you what. Gonna’ be a while before we get her ass back down to earth, damn.

Carter: Miller with the Bloodstained Memoir and the one, two, three over Rebel Rhodes, further cementing his notice to the EWC. He went through hell with Rebel, though, and this came down to being either one’s match. In the end, it just took one split-second to turn the tide in Miller’s favor, and he was there to take advantage of it.

Rising to his feet, Miller stands over Rebel as the official tends to her, keeping a wary eye on the Assassin. Dabbing at his torn lip, Miller licks the blood away, and offers a silent nod of respect to the unconscious Rhodes before turning and exiting the ring.

Aiello: A sign of respect, maybe, from Miller as he makes his way to the back. We’ve still got the Main Event coming up right after this, folks, so don’t go anywhere!

The lights in the arena go out for a moment before Whatta Man by Salt-N-Peppa and an explosion of Pyro before Michael Saint comes through the curtain. Saint wearing his best suit where money could buy playing to some of the fans that are booing him and cheering for him.

Cater: I wonder the reason why we have the privilege of having Mr. Saint on our show tonight is that of the fact what happened last week at his show on Rampage.

Bennet: It only because of Ruthann Hunter... when over there putting her nose into something she shouldn’t.

Aiello: Excuse me... don’t you remember Olivia Saint placed her hands on Ruthann last year and after that attack, it took a whole year for us to even see Ruthann again.

Bennet: If you remember thought The chick was supposed to be RETIRED! She says she was retiring!

Cater: Many people say they are going to do things but those two times she mentions that word. I feel she felt she wasn't needed here at EWC and if she was truly was gone from this business. I don’t believe my father would keep asking her to come back. The last two years Ruthann we have seen she wasn’t her best. Let just face the fact when she lost against Luke Wolfe that is the night we truly lost the real Ruthann... and also this woman isn’t like some of those wrestlers in the back. Everyone always tries to make sure they are right there up and front but she stays in the shadows of other wrestler but for some reason. I think this time around... this year... she going to take the steps she needs to be the person we all know she can be. For some reason, I believe this could be her year win... lose. Or draw.

Bennet: Oh please. Ruthann isn’t a wrestler. I don’t even see why everyone is seeing her in The Hall Of Fame down the line. The only good thing about her is her last name she got because she married one of the best in this business!

Aiello: You might believe that yourself but there are many that truly disagree with you on that!

In the middle of the ring is Saint as he fixes his suit on himself looking around with a bit of a small smile on his face. He ran his hand over his head a bit as he looked around at the crowd.

Saint:You have to understand something. I didn’t come out here to try to take over Brawl or anything. I came out only for one reason and one reason only. You know who you are so just come out already... don’t make me wait too long for you.

That when “Centuries” came blasting over the speakers as Ruthless Aggression came out on the ramp. Ruthless Aggression was wearing a black leather jacket with leather pants with a Red top and on the back of her Leather Jacket her name written across in red and black letters in heels.She looked right down at the ramp down at Saint as she walked down the ramp towards the ring playing to the crowd with a smile on her face. She climbs the stairs as Saint was holding the ropes for her. Ruthann climb inside of the ring not taking her eyes off him watching him closely. Saint and Ruthann stood in the center of the ring just staring down each other but you could also see the respect they have both each other.

Saint: I just want you to know first thing... I didn’t know that my sister was going to attack you that night. The last time we were face to face I have let you know that I have agreed with the board to let you go. I feel I need to explain why I agree to that decision because I do not want you to think it was because of the fact I truly believe you are a washup. I do not want you to think it was because of the fact I felt you didn’t have anything left in that tank and I didn’t want you to think it had to do with the fact you got yourself arrested on my show during that time your husband had that little trouble. It was due to the fact I felt you need to leave and found yourself, Ruthann. The Ruthless Aggression I was watching backstage wasn’t the same one who walked down that ramp full of hope. The Ruthless Aggression I was watching backstage was broken and need time to heal. WE all know how hardhead you are. You wouldn’t just walk away on your own. I had to MAKE it happen.

Ruthann ran her hand through her hair as she fixes her leather jacket on herself taking in everything.

Saint: So when I saw you want to come back but you end up in Brawl instead of coming back to my show! I will admit that might have pissed me off a bit. You talking crap and trying to make it looked like that I was behind everything for having Duggan to come over to Brawl to end you! You were wrong! If I want to take you out. You and I both know deep down I just would come and do it myself. So then my wheels starting to turn because you kept on still calling me a friend. You still kept on saying the word "friend" to me... which don’t make sense. It hit me the only reason why you would come back where it all start for you for a one really good reason.

Saint looked at Ruthann in the eyes as she tries not to look at him in the eyes. Saint walked over to her as he made her looked into his eyes and he knew it.

Saint: So it is...that...

Ruthann just nods over at him as Saint knew by that looked what he was thinking was right. Saint was about to say something else but coming through the crowd wearing Legion shirts jumping over the railing was the members of the group. Saint pushes Ruthann out of the way of one. He took the spear from one of them.

Cater: What the hell!

Bennett: Damnit now those damn Legion members are here on our damn show!

Ruthann and Saint start to fight the Legion members together inside of the ring but it looked to be a bit too much for them as they both were tossed out of the ring to the floor. Ruthann and Saint looking up at them from the outside of the ring at Olivia standing inside of the ring with the group behind her as she just laughs.

Olivia: You want to challenge me on my show! I come over to Brawl to give you my answer teacher. The student accepts your challenge.

Olivia drops the microphone down on the mat as she just laughs more and more as Ruthann looked pissed and she looked over at Saint with this looked. Olivia noticed that look as she then stood up as Saint just nods softly. Ruthann goes off to the back it looking really pissed off at this moment.

Alieo: I know that look in Ruthann eyes!

Cater: This isn’t going to be good for Olivia!

Bennett: Where the hell she going!

Ruthann comes back out with two baseballs she tosses one towards Saint. He smirk and caught it with his hand. Olivia blink as she stood up fast as she knew what was about to happen as the Legion’s members got in front of her real fast while both Saint and Ruthann got back inside of the ring and start to clean house of the Legion with the bats as Olivia was standing outside of the ring screaming on the top of your lungs at the members. Olivia now backing away a bit back into the crowd. She has the member crowding around her as Ruthann throw her bat down and getting on the top rope glaring right at her with a microphone in her hand.

Ruthann: Good because it will be a CAGE OF DOOM match Bitch!

Saint: IF any of your damn Legion try to interfere in this match in any way... anyway my sweet little sister. You can kiss your career goodbye!

Bennett: WHAT THE HELL! Cage of Doom!

Carter: BLOOD WILL BE FLOWING FOR SURE!

“Centuries” start to come blasting over the speakers as both Saint and Ruthann looked at each other in the middle of the ring giving each other a hug as he raised her hand in the air as Ruthann just laughs a bit as they both go up the ramp playing to the crowd.

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
AJ JOHNSON
VS NEO JAMES CARNER

Aiello: And we're back, this is Monday Night Brawl and we have a hell of a match in store for you right now. Let's go straight to Jessica for the introductions.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is a ladder match! And is for the EWC Television Championship! Introducing the challenger...

Stroup gets cut off as the lights go out in the Arena, lyrics hit the PA system and red and black lights begins flashing. AJ then walks from the curtain and turns his back to the crowd and shakes his hips.

After flipping his hair, he turns around and begins dry humping towards the crowd and mocking the fans in attendance. He plays on the stage for a moment and then starts walking down the ramp towards the ring.

Once in the ring, AJ continues mocking the crowd as the boos are beginning to overtake the Arena. Before the ring announcer can begin talking AJ snatches the microphone and gestures for the announcer to walk away as he begins to tap the top of the microphone.

Johnson: Ladies and Gentlemen....Now making his appearance in this ring, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 225 pounds....The best damn professional wrestler on this roster....AJ JOHNSON!!!!

AJ then drops the mic and leans on the ropes in the corner of the ring as he begins smirking towards the crowd.

Stroup: And his opponent from Huntington Beach, California. Weighing in at 253 pounds. He is the EWC Television Champion! NEO JAMES CARNER!

"Fightin' Words" By Casino Madrid begins to play melodically over the loud speakers as the of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages with a fierce snare and double bass drums.

Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring, his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride. He looks down all around at the people at the side of the ramps, he keeps his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter.

Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.

Neo roars into the air as he circles the ring, peering out into the crowd as he gives his bare chest a hardy slap. He has a grin on his face, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd.

Neo rushes the ropes one more time and he yanks them with a mighty rip and the corner mortar pyro goes off again as the song keeps blaring over the PA. Neo rotates his neck as he steps to the nearest corner and leans against it cracking his knuckles and awaiting the match to begin.

DING! DING! DING!

AJ Johnson points up to the Television title and signals that it's going around his waist but Neo shakes his head in disagreement and hits him with a boot to the midsection. Carner strikes AJ with a flurry of clubs over the back and whips him into the turnbuckle. Carner charges in for a clothesline but misses as AJ moves out of the way and knocks him back with a dropkick.

AJ goes for an irish whip but Carner reverses it and strikes him with a knee to the gut. Carner lifts AJ up for a slam but he fights out and lands on his feet. Carner turns around and nearly dodges a superkick. He rolls to his feet and the two men lock eyes.

Carter: Whoa! That could've been lights out for Carner.

Bennett: Don't go blowing your load too early kid. Things are just getting started.

They slowly circle each other and engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. Carner takes control with an arm wrench but Johnson ducks under the hook kick and returns with a serious of forearm strikes. Johnson whips Carnet into the ropes but his back body drop is countered into a spinning sitdown neckbreaker.

Neo rolls out of the ring and picks up a ladder from the floor. He turns around to the ring and gets it kicked into his face by a baseball slide. AJ hops back up to his feet and does a front moonsault over the ropes, landing on top of the ladder and crashing down on Carner.

Aiello: These two are moving are an insane pace! We're going to have to see if they can keep this up all match.

Bennett: This is a no holds barred battle for the title. I expected nothing less from these two.

AJ gets back to his feet and moves the ladder, stomping on the chest of Carner. He pulls Carner to his feet and slams his head off the apron. He hits Carner with a snap suplex on the outside floor and quickly gets back to his feet.

Johnson picks up the ladder and slides it into the ring. He sets the ladder up under the belt and begins to climb to the top. Johnson reaches up for the Television title but Carner pulls him down from the ladder and hits him with a half nelson slam. Carner picks up the ladder and spears it into the midsection of Johnson before tossing it to the mat. Carner pulls Johnson to his feet and lifts him up for a saito suplex. Johnson pushes off of Carner and lands on his feet. He runs off the ropes and drops Carner to the mat with a running forearm smash. Johnson runs off the ropes again and hits Carner with a running leg drop.

AJ picks up the ladder and leans it against the turnbuckle. He brings Carner to his feet and goes for an irish whip but Carner reverses it and sends AJ running into the ladder. Both the ladder and Johnson fall to the mat and Carner slaps his chest three times.

Aiello: I'm curious to see which one of these men best use the ladder to their advantage. It looks like their both comfortable in this element.

Carter: These two have numerious ladder matches under their belt, we're in for a treat tonight.

Carner picks up the ladder and waits for AJ to stand. Carner uses the ladder as a battering ram and drills AJ in the face, sending him through the ropes and to the outside floor. Carner sets the ladder up in the ring and begins to climb toward the title. He looks up and reaches out for it, but suddenly gets knocked off the ladder by a springboard dropkick from AJ.

Aiello: AJ comes flying out of nowhere and took NJC right off his feet.

Bennett: This could turn out to be better than last weeks five star main event.

AJ is the first to his feet, grabbing the ladder and setting it flat on the mat. He stomps on the back of Carner and pulls him into a snap suplex. Carner blocks and turns into a spinning belly-to-belly right onto the ladder. Carner gets to his feet and signals the end with a two hand cut throat. Carner pulls AJ off the ladder and lifts him up for the Clocktower Driver. AJ gets himself free and lands on his feet behind Carner. AJ leaps into the air and catches Carner with a dropkick to the back of the head, sending him into the corner.

Aiello: Johnson escaped disaster there.

Bennett: Oh shit! A Clocktower Driver on a ladder could end someone's career.

AJ gets back to his feet and sets up the ladder in the center of the ring. He begins to climb up but Carner comes in with a double-axe handle smash to the back. Carner pulls him off the ladder and hits him with a short arm uppercut. Carner whips AJ into the ropes and catches him into a tilt-a-whirl sidewalk slam.

Carner turns his attention to his Television title and begins to ascend up the ladder. AJ gets to his feet and climbs up the opposite side. The two men meet at the top and AJ strikes first with a right hand. Carner returns with a knife edge chop and hits AJ with a headbutt that nearly knocks him off the ladder. AJ holds on and comes back with an eye poke, causing Carner to step down from the ladder. Carner stands on the mat covering his eyes as AJ leaps off the ladder into a hurricanrana that slings Carner right onto his back.

Aiello: The fans in MSG are on their feet for this one. This sellout crowd is going crazy!

AJ gets back to his feet and makes his way up the ladder. He begins to reach for the title but Carner strikes him across the back and pulls him off the ladder. Carner hits a knife edge chop across AJ's chest, followed by a second one. He goes for a german lift but AJ hits him in the head with a back elbow and Carner releases the hold. AJ jumps into the air and hits Carner with a pele kick, sending him through the ropes and to the outside floor. AJ holds onto the ladder, keeping his balance and slowly makes his way toward the title. AJ reaches out for the belt but Carner knocks down the ladder with a running shoulder and AJ falls to the mat.

Carter: AJ had the title in his sights but Carner came running across the ring like a bull.

Bennett: You saw what he had to say this week. Everyone needs to be put on notice.

Carner brings AJ to his feet and whips him into the corner. Carner goes for a stinger splash and connects, dropping AJ to the mat face first. Carner picks up the ladder and leans it up against the turnbuckles. He pulls AJ to his feet and hits with a couple of right hands before leaning him onto the ladder. Carner runs across the ring into another stinger splash and hits the ladder face first as AJ dives out of the way.

Carner slowly climbs to his feet and gets knocked over the ropes by a running clothesline from AJ. AJ sets up the ladder and begins to climb as Carner slides in a second ladder and rolls back into the ring. AJ notices Carner getting close and leaps into flying double axe handle but Carner catches him and drops him onto the second ladder with snap t-bone suplex.

Aiello: The impact of that suplex was bone crushing. I can't believe AJ is still moving.

Carner gets to his feet and climbs up the ladder while AJ fights back up and picks the second ladder off the mat. Carner reaches out for the title but AJ stops him with a ladder shot to the back. AJ swings the ladder again and smashes it into Neo's lower back, causing him to fall the mat. AJ sets up the second ladder, adjacent with the other, and climbs up. Carner grabs him by the foot and pulls him away from the title as he climbs up the ladder next to him. AJ hits Carner in the face with a right hand but takes an elbow to the midsection. Carner slams his elbow into AJ's gut once more and reaches out for the title. AJ holds onto the arm of Carner and hits him with a forearm strike, stopping him from ending the match. AJ hits Carner with another forearm and slams his head off the ladder, sending Carner to the mat. AJ pulls himself up the ladder and reaches for the belt but Carner climbs up the opposite side and stops him with a short arm european uppercut. Carner goes for another uppercut but AJ blocks it and slams his forearm into Carner's chest. He grabs ahold of Carner's head and pulls him straight to the mat with a twist of fate.

Aiello That's a 15 foot drop of the ladder! I don't know how either of these guys are still moving.

Bennett: Son o Bitch, these two are gonna end up in the hospital.

AJ uses the ropes to get to his feet and slowly climbs up the ladder. Carner begins to stir and slowly gets behind AJ, grabbing ahold of his foot. Carner climbs up and hits AJ over the back with elbow strikes. Carner pulls AJ off the ladder but gets his roundhouse blocked and takes a boot to the midsection. AJ pulls Carner in and attempts the Day Dreamer but it's reversed into a back body drop from Carner. AJ gets back to his feet and sent over the ropes by a running discus clothesline from Carner.

Carner walks back to the two ladders in the center on the ring and climbs up one of them. He slowly makes his way to the top as AJ gets onto the apron and springboards onto the ladder next to Carner. AJ kicks the leg of Carner and climbs up toward the title. Carner grabs his trunks and pulls him down into a forearm across the back. Carner hits AJ with another forearm strike and grabs him across the shoulder. Carner tries to pull AJ off with a russian leg sweep but AJ slips out and Carner lands feet first on the mat. AJ tries to quickly grab the belt but Carner grabs the ladder and tips it over sending AJ into the ropes.

AJ falls onto the apron and Carner sets the ladder on the mat. He pulls AJ back into the ring and lifts him up for a Razor Bomb. AJ pushes off Carner's shoulders and lands on his feet behind him. AJ tries to blindside him with a clothesline but Carner ducks under it. AJ sprints across and bounces off the ropes into a running bicycle knee from Carner. Carner pulls AJ to his feet and slams him onto the ladder with the Infinite Ending.

Carter: Snap widowmaker right onto the ladder! If that's not game over, I don't know what is.

Carner and AJ Johnson are both laying on the mat, both breathing very heavily. Carner sits up, sore, tired and crawls his way to the ladder. He slowly sets the ladder back up but then pauses once again for rest. Unfortunately, this has allowed AJ to come to his senses also. Carner begins to slowly climb the ladder, but right behind him is AJ Johnson!gets to his feet and slowly climbs up the ladder, collecting the TV Title from the rafters.

Carter: I don't believe this .. Johnson still has fight in him

Bennett: Neo took his sweet as time getting the ladder set back up and now Johnson is right back in it

AJ struggles with Neo James carner at the top of the ladder, the two trading blows. AJ manages a hard forearm shot that nearly drops Neo off the ladder. He promptly slams Neo's face into the steps and the champ slides down a couple steps, but doesn't quite fall off the ladder. Johnson then reaches for the belt, desperate to unhook the latch holding it suspended in the air.

Carter: Who the hell?!

Bennett: This shouldn't be that much of a surprise, Maxine ....

Almost in mirror parody of AJ's actions last week, a hooded and definitively feminine figure hops the guard rail. She slides under the ropes and climbs up the ladder right behind AJ! She hooks an arm around his waist and grabs one of his legs. AJ's eyes widen in surprise and he shakes his head wildly as the woman launches off the ladder with a cry of effort, hitting AJ with a steep backdrop suplex off the ladder! His head smacks the canvas with a resounding BOOOOM! on impact.

Aiello: SSSTEEEEP Backdrop Suplex on AJ Johnson right off the ladder!

The woman the kips to her feet, her head whipped back as a result to reveal Melinda Rhodes standing in the ring. Naturally she lets out a rebel yell, roaring, "AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

Bennett: I KNEW IT! That Daughter of a Bitch!!!

Meanwhile, Neo James Carner had recovered and was reaching for the belt. Neo yanked it down with one yank of his hand and fell back to the canvas, holding the belt aloft.

DING DING DING!

Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL YOUR EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION.... NEO.... JAMES... CCCCAAAARRRRRNNNNEEEERRR!!

The Rebel rolled out of the ring and casually strolled to the back with a smug grin on her face, slapping hands with the fans as she did so. Back in the ring, Carner looks on with a bit of shock and surprise as he sees the Rebel's backside walking away from him, then looks down to see AJ Johnson clutching the back of his neck and struggling to sit up. Neo smiles brightly, clutching his ribs as he holds up his now well defended EWC TV Championship.

Carter: Does this mean The Rebel's a Revenant?

Bennett: I highly doubt it. I'd imagine Neo James Carner is still on her hit list, she's just biding her time.

Aiello: Regardless as to whether or not she's part of NJC's crew or not, she just helped Carner retain his championship just to spite AJ Johnson.

Bennett: You got that right. This shit has now been escalated and truth be told, while AJ did put hands on Rebel last week, he didn't cost her much of anything except a match. I think Melinda done crossed a line and killed this sumbitch's momentum by costing him this title match.

Carter: I seriously doubt this will end here. AJ Johnson is definitely going to seek retribution on Melinda Rhodes for costing him a title shot here tonight.

The look on Johnson's face as he glared through the ropes at the entrance arch, knowing full well who did this to him. Payback was coming and in large quantities. This meant war

Aiello: That ending aside .. what a title match we had tonight folks. Both of these men put on a show here in Toronto and everybody's still on their feet.

Bennett: AJ Johnson showed he can compete at the highest level and NJC shows why he's one of the absolute best wrestlers on television.

Aiello: And we've still got one more match to go. We'll be right back with the Undisputed Champion himself and more Monday Night Brawl.

As she steps through those curtains, she stops in front of a running camera backstage, the glare in her eyes fierce and her jaw set.

Rebel: What just happened out there, that's why I didn't feel a need to really expunge any breath on AJ Johnson. Last week, he cost me a match and what happened out there was my answer. I won't waste words. If that motherfucker lays hands on me or anyone I call my friend ever again, I swear to fucking all that is holy, unholy, and anything in between that I will unleash hell on his sorry, punk ass.

AJ Johnson, when you watch this later, I want you to see this and think really hard. You've lost against me twice now. You've been the same man every single time you stepped in the ring against me and while you may have promised last year to be a better man this year, understand this.... Men like you only change when you start accepting your failings as a human being. What you did last week was petty and pathetic. You lost to a woman and just can't accept that one bit. Grow the fuck up, you didn't lose to a mere woman, you lost to a better wrestler. Get your head out of your ass and think in less broad strokes and you just might see how I beat you.

And with that, the Rebel steps off camera, exit stage left

NON TITLE MATCH
EMMA LOUISE
VS DRAKE

Aiello: What a night it has been. We just witnessed AJ Johnson and Neo James Carner put their heart and soul into that Telvision Title Match. Plus there have been so many great matches. You could cut the electricity with a knife.

Carter: 2018 has started off with a hell of a bang. Can’t wait to see what President Mac has in mind for the 500th episode of Monday Night Brawl.

Bennett: I already know. Some people will be wrestling. Some people will speak that we don’t want to hear. These annoying fans will continue to be annoying. Boom. Done.

Carter: Don’t get too excited Steve. We still have the Main Event.

Aiello: Yes we do. Emma Louise takes on Ashton Drake in a non-title match.

Stroup: Introducing first...hailing from Los Santos…. EMMMMA LOUUUUUISSEEEEEE!

"Neo Geo' plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestvly over the top rope

Aiello: The whole world has their eyes on Emma Louise. She comes in tonight to prove she deserves to be in the Main Event.

Bennett: You know who else deserves to be in the Main Event? ME! Me doing ANYTHING would be better than what we are about to see.

Carter: I’m not eeven responding to that nonsense. Emma Louise has been competing in EWC longer than majority of competitors last. She deserves respect. And tonight she will be out to earn by pulling the upset over Drake.

The lights fade to a dark grey, and the arena becomes silent instantly. The video screen above the entrance flickers to life, showing an image of a Drake, walking through out onto the stage. He winds up and punches the screen, shattering it!

Explosions rocket from the stage, catching the fans off guard as "The Sounds of Madness" by Shinedown begins to play! Still on the stage, Drake removes his hoodie, revealing the EWC Undisputed Championship as he tosses his jacket out into the sea of fans! Drake runs to the end of the stage and crouches, looking out into the sea of fans. There is a sarcastic smile on his face, as he shakes his head, overwhelmed by the fans around him!

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Brooklyn, NEW YORK! Please welcome... the Three Time EWC Undisputed Champion.. DRAKE!!!

Nodding his head, Drake hops up to his feet and holds out his arms, accepting the energy of the fans. He then heads down the rampway and runs towards the ring as the fans cheer him on. His dark pupils stare at the ring as the arena explodes around him. Arriving at ringside, Drake hops up to the ring apron and remains in place.. looking out at the fans around him. He then walks along the outside of the ring and ascends the turnbuckle, looking out at the fans as they offer their support! Drake slowly unbuckles his championship and raises it above his head for all to see!

Nodding his head once again, Drake enters the ring and slowly struts around, his arms held out as he soaks up the fans' responses. His theme song slowly fades out as Drake ascends a turnbuckle, finding a seat on the top pad. The fans continue to cheer as the theme song comes to an end.

Aiello: The Undisputed Champion is not taking this match lightly. He showed more respect for Emma Louise than most. A true mark of a champion.

Bennett: Emma is a long time EWC'er and a damn fine sexy lady .. so I say Pffff to Drake

Carter: Rare form today Bennett. You should probably keep quiet or they may pull you from that seat. On second thought, keep going.

Bennett: Very funny Carter. Someone has to tell the truth around here and not just kiss everyone’s ass like you two.

DING DING DING

Drake and Emma circle each other a few times. Drake steps up to grapple with Emma but Emma leans forward and catches Drake offguard with a Back Heel Kick, staggering Drake. As Drake shakes it off, Emma goes for a Spin Kick, but Drake catches her foot, spins her around, and connects with a Roundhouse Kick, knocking Emma to the mat. Drake quickly goes to grab the leg of Emma. But as he tries to lock in the move, Emma kicks him off. She flips up to her feet. Drake steps up and is met by a Slap by Emma. Drake responds with a Backhander Chop, then another, and another followed by a kick to the gut of Emma, doubling her over. He quickly hooks her arms and drops her with a Double Arm DDT. He hooks the legs...the ref counts…

ONE

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TW...kickout by Emma Louise

Aiello: Drake tried making quick work of Emma, but Emma proved she will not go down that easily.

Carter: Emma is determined to use this match as a catapult to the EWC Title picture.

Bennett: She does look good in pictures.

Carter: Get your head out of the gutter Bennett.

Drake gets to his feet first, but Emma is right behind him. Drake goes to grapple again, but Emma ducks under and sneaks behind him. As Drake turns he is met with a Spin Kick. Emma quickly follows up with the Twist of Hate, sending Drake hard to the mat. Emma heads to the ropes, she bounces off, and as she comes back she executes the Booty Poppin’ Moonsault. She hooks the legs, the ref counts…

ONE

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Tw…

Carter: What a combo by Emma Louise. She is showing she came ready to give Drake her all. But will it be enough?

Emma is quick to her feet, but so is Drake. Emma charges at Drake, but Drake steps up and connects with a Superkick, sending Emma back a few steps. Drake follows up with Spinning Clothesline, sending Emma crashing into the mat.

Aiello: The Brain Freeze. Emma’s dreams could have ended with that combo right there.

Drake goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO
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TH...kickout by Emma.

Drake immediately goes to lock in the Triangle Choke Hold, and he does. Emma is struggling, trying to find a way out of the move. The ref checks to see if she submits, but she refuses. Drake is causing more and more tension and subsequent pain each passing second. It looks like Emma might give up, but as she swings her foot, it catches the bottom rope. The ref taps on Drake and tells him to break the hold as he starts his 5 count. As the ref gets to 3, Drake releases the hold.

Carter: Emma lucked out there. It looked like that was going to be the end of this match.

Bennett: I think we all would have been luckier if that did end the match. I’d rather watch two senior citizens fight over a paper towel in the bathroom.

Drake gets up and is right back on the attack, he grabs Emma and drags her into the Powerbomb position. He lifts her up, but before he can send her bown, Emma begins unloading with hard rights to the forehead of Drake, eventually forcing Drake to lose his grip. Emma lands on her feet. She delivers a Thrust Kick to Drake, grabs him by the head and brings him face first to the mat with the X-Factor. She makes the cover...the ref counts….

ONE

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TW...kickout by Drake.

Emma grabs Drake and brings him to his feet, where she immediately locks in the HLA.

Aiello: Emma Louise has the Front Face Sleeper locked in tight. The champ is in trouble.

Bennett: Told you. He will lose his reputation of greatness tonight.

Emma has the submission locked in tight. The ref checks on Drake but he is still conscious and refusing to quit. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around Emma, lifts, and takes her hard into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex. He holds it for the pin...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO
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.TH...kickout by Emma.

Drake takes a knee to catch his breath, giving Emma the chance to use the ropes to help her to her feet. Emma charges as Drake is getting to his feet, she leaps and connects with a Diving Spear taking Drake hard to the mat. She takes a few seconds before going for the pin... the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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TH...kick out by Drake.

Carter: Emma is really pushing Drake tonight. Everyone wrote her off. But she has been close to stealing this win a few times now.

Both competitors slowly get to their feet. Emma gets to her feet first. She steps up to Drake, but Drake is ready and catches her with a backhand chop, then another, and another followed by a kick to gut. He quickly sets Emma up and connects with a Sitdown Powerbomb.

Aiello: Drake connects with the Ride the Lightning!

He holds for the pins...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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Thre….kickout by Emma

Carter: Emma kicks out at the last second. She is putting on possibly the best match of her life tonight.

Drake gets up and grabs Emma, dragging her to her feet. He sets her up for a T-Bone Suplex, but Emma responds with a few elbows to the head, forcing Drake to release his grip. Emma quickly grabs the head of Drake, setting up The Girl Crush, but Drake pushes her off. She bounces off the ropes, Drake delivers a kick the gut, then takes Emma down with the DeathNote DDT. Drake quickly locks in The Machine. Emma tries to fight it, she tries to find a way out. The ref checks with her, and refuses to give up. However, she can’t take much more and is forced to tap out within the next 10 seconds.

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here is you winner...the EWC UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…..ASSHHHHTONNNNN DRAAAAAAAAKKKKKKE!

The ref retrieves the EWC UNDISPUTED TITLE and hands it Drake then raises his arm in victory. Drake grabs his title, then rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp.

Aiello: Emma went for the Snapmare Driver that could have given her a possible chance to win. Yet Drake once again proved why he is the EWC Undisputed Champion. He found a way out of it, and picked up the victory.

Carter: I would consider this a moral victory for Emma Louise. She exceeded all expectations and gave Drake a hell of a fight.

Bennett: Moral victories are as worthless as the fans cheers.

Carter: You truly are ignorant Bennett.

Aiello: Drake picks up right where he left off in 2017, another win. This wraps things up for us here in Toronto folks. Turn in next week for Brawl episode 500! We will be live from the MGM in New York. See you next week everyone. Good night.

END SCREEN

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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SINGLES MATCH
ANTHONY GRUNGE
VS JUSTIN MATTHEWS
WINNER: Justin Matthews

SINGLES MATCH
KEITH WILLIAMS
VS BILLY MITCHELL
WINNER: Keith Williams

SINGLES MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS ROB GARCIA
WINNER: Nostalgia

SINGLES MATCH
DAVID MILLER
VS MELINDA RHODES
WINNER: David Miller

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH
AJ JOHNSON
VS NEO JAMES CARNER
WINNER: Neo James Carner (and still EWC Television Champion)

NON TITLE MATCH
EMMA LOUISE
VS DRAKE
WINNER: Drake

BRAWL #499 MVP: Drake

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Chris Brock

PLAY BY PLAY
Tim Watson

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Cid Sydney

ANNOUNCER
Isabella Starr

INTERVIEWER
Lisa Goldrush

REFEREE
Matt Mercer

REFEREE
Jesse Lizarraga

GENERAL MANAGER
Chris Brock

PLAY BY PLAY
Tim Watson

GENERAL MANAGER
Jordan Sharpe
EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT TO THE GM
Faith Rivers

PLAY BY PLAY
Eric Mason

COLOR
John Livingston

ANNOUNCER
Damon Reid

INTERVIEWER
Joe Danes

SENIOR REFEREE
Niklaus Forbes

REFEREE
Stefan Elliot

REFEREE
Jessika Smalls

GENERAL MANAGER
Jordan Sharpe

EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT TO THE GM
Faith Rivers

PLAY BY PLAY
Eric Mason

PLAY BY PLAY
Marcus Woo

COLOR
Valentina Gomez

ANNOUNCER
Nina Dobrev

INTERVIEWER
Ace Heart & Pepper Montana

SENIOR REFEREE
Toyo Yasahiro

REFEREE 1
John Dean

REFEREE 2
Niklaus Forbes

PLAY BY PLAY
Marcus Woo

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