MNB #500 - NEW YORK

[President Mac]

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 #500 | JANUARY 29TH 2018

LIVE! from the Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York

EWC BRAWL
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart

"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasts in the Arena









The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Nineteen year history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to the last episode #499 in Toronto Ontario Canada

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 Madison Square Garden is electrifying.

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

A chant begins of

MNB

MNB

MNB

MNB

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 is my absoulte pleasure to welcome all of you to Brawl #500 here tonight. I have had the privilege to call some of the greatest matches in EWC history, and I cannot express my gratitude enough to the staff, President Mac, the Brawl crew, the fans and the entire EWC organization including our amazing roster. It is such an honor to be here tonight, and an honor to talk to all of you once again. From the bottom of my heart, thank you for tuning in and allowing us to do our jobs for the greatest company in the world

Carter: Well said Joe. 500 is a major milestone, and some of the greatest wrestlers of all time have wrestled on this show. You think about Mac himself, starting this show all the way back in 1997. Twenty-one years of wrestling. We think about Memphis Reigns, Jay Cee, Level-One, Shadow Man, Crazy-Man, Diablos, the man sitting next to us Steve Bennett, Hurricane Jeff, Cameron Hayden, Moses Lake, The Rev, BDC, Ebon, Kurt Newman and the biggest of them all Jaden Xplode Hunter .. all them and so many others .. absolute legends in this business. All of them fought at somepoint on Brawl. Many of those legends debuting on Brawl. 

Bennett: As much as an asshole as I can be, without the EWC and Brawl, no one would know who the fuck we are. Legends were born and made here on this show. Its not taking away anything that has ever happened on Rampage. I mean, Rampage is where Xplode got his start. Rampage gave birth to The Sedition and many other legends. Its also not to take away from what FSW is now doing or what Prime is now doing. Every brand is doing its thing and doing it well, but what everyone needs to stop and take a moment to realize is, Brawl gave birth to what we now call the EWC. Everything that has come after Brawl, is due to the success of Brawl. We call this our flagship show, because its what started everything. We are here tonight to honor those who came before us, those who are here now and the future of the EWC. It's Brawl 500 baby and I'm fucking excited

Carter: That's the most I have ever heard you speak Steve

Bennett: Fuck off Maxine

Carter: And he's back

Aiello: Folks, not only is this our 500th episode, but its jam packed with 10 matches! We are absolutely excited at what's on deck for the night .. we have .. 

“The Enemy” by Godsmack begins to play loudly, bringing the entire arena to their feet!! The arena instantly becomes a sea of screams and cheers!!!

Aiello: OH WOW!!! BUSINESS HAS JUST PICKED UP!!!

Carter: This is Brawl 500…. And who better to ring in the momentous occasion than the Destroyer of Worlds himself, the two-time EWC Undisputed Champion and EWC Hall of Fame member…. XPLODE!! I am literally marking out right now!!

Aiello: I have truly missed this…

Stepping through the entrance, Xplode emerges to a chorus of fan support! Dressed in a sharp suit, he walks out to the edge of the stage, glancing out into the crowd. Nodding his head, he slowly walks down the rampway and towards the ring.

Bennett: Xplode’s career was the stuff of legends. What will he say tonight? Do you think that he may … return?

Aiello: One can only wish. Xplode returning to the ring on a full time basis would be huge for the EWC. Plus, he still looks to be in good shape for his age. If anyone could do it… it’s THAT man!

Carter: For two years straight, Xplode remained the EWC Undisputed Champion, setting a record that stands today. Even rival companies show respect to that man… he is that important in the industry. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Greatest of All Time…. You are looking at him.

Stepping through the ropes, Xplode accepts a microphone as the fans continue to cheer! Dusting off the microphone, he smiles at Jessica Stroup and takes in the scene around him. The fans continue to cheer as he smirks for a moment. Satisfied, he raises the microphone….

X: Alright… alright.. enough.

The fans continue to cheer him on, causing Xplode to take a step back! Placing a hand on his hip, he allows them to support him for a moment longer, not that he had much choice in the matter!

X: OKAY….. Shit. Are you all going to let me speak or should I just drop the mic and let you all scream yourselves stupid for 15 minutes?!

The fans cheer and laugh for a bit longer before quieting down. Xplode nods his head and loosens his tie.

X: Brawl number 500. You had to know that I would be here for this. The EWC has been a huge part in my career, and it has played an even greater role in the industry. From names such as Level One and JayCee to the names of today, there has been a constant influx of talent in this ring. I feel grateful to have be a part of the legacy of this company. So, I am here tonight to say… thank you.

The fans cheer once more as Xplode paces the ring for a moment. A chant begins to be repeated:

ONE MORE MATCH! 

ONE MORE MATCH!

ONE MORE MATCH!!!

Xplode laughs and shakes his head in disagreement.

X: Do you know how many times I have heard that?! Sorry to burst your bubbles, but I didn’t fly out here tonight to announce my return to the ring. I have done what I needed to do in my career and I am okay with my story being concluded. On that note, I actually wanted to send a message to the entire EWC locker room. From one destroyer to another…

Xplode glares towards the camera.



X: Too many times in this industry, we are faced with people telling us what we can and can’t do. Wins… losses… half of the time it is a result of someone getting into your damn head. ANYONE is beatable inside this ring. It all comes down to the passion… to the heart. When I competed, I knew that not only was I fighting to defend my own reputation, but the reputation of the EWC itself. When you do that, you truly understand that you are part of something greater. The EWC is the greatest promotion on the damn globe… and if you are a part of the show then you’re that damn good by default. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! WE ARE ALL THE EWC NATION! EVERYONE IN THAT LOCKER ROOM NOT ONLY REPRESENTS THEMSELVES…. BUT THE NAMES OF THE PAST THAT MADE ALL OF THIS POSSIBLE FOR YOU!!!

The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Xplode pauses for a moment.

X: So …. Don’t let us old timers down. One day, it will be YOU in this ring, delivering this message. Make every moment count until then. Become the best of your generation.

The fans scream even louder now as a new person emerges from the entrance!!! Holding a microphone, the EWC Undisputed Champion, Drake, speaks as the fans continue to offer their support..



Drake: Come on, Jaden. Stop trying to force feed us that tired bullshit, will you?! You don’t believe for a minute that anyone is capable of being as good as you were. Hell, you don’t even think that anyone can be HALF as good as you are now!

Xplode glares at Drake as the fans continue to cheer the two of them on! Heading towards the ring, Drake smiles sarcastically as he walks up the metal stairs. Xplode never takes his eyes off of Drake as Drake steps through the ropes.

Aiello: Oh wow… this could get interesting.

Bennett: Shut up … I want to hear everything!!!

Drake walks up to Xplode with a smile on his face. Xplode glances at the EWC Title and then back at Drake. Drake pats the EWC Title as Xplode beams hatred back at him. The fans are completely losing their minds…

Drake: See something you like?

X: Quite the opposite.. really.

Drake: Why, Jaden? Aren’t I one of the NEW Generation who represent you now? Isn’t it people like ME who carry on your laughable legacy? You see, I was listening to your little words of wisdom backstage, and after fighting back the urge to puke, I decided to head on down here and say what every soul in that locker room is feeling.

X: Oh? What would that be, kid?

Drake walks up to Xplode and stands toe to toe with him.



X: Think carefully about what your next action is. This could go very bad for you.

Drake: Oh, trust me. I have thought about this for a long… long time. You see, for years we had to watch you strut your damn stuff as you stepped on every poor sap who tried to make a new for themselves in this company. Even in retirement, you continue to remind us all that you are the greatest of all time but if I was to be honest for a minute… and of course I will… I would look you right in that big ass nose of yours and say…

X: …Don’t do it.

Drake: …that you are only the greatest of all time in your own damn mind. I mean, let’s take a look at your accomplishments, shall we? Everything that you have done.. I have matched and done better. In a way, I took back the power that this company has given you and returned it to that locker room. They don’t appreciate it but I did it none the less. You are the greatest at all, Jaden. You are second place… a runner up…. To the best in the world today.

X: Is that your new thing, Ash? Best in the World? Didn’t someone else already use that line? As a matter of fact, you both look quite similar in appearance too.

The fans begin to laugh.

X: The truth of the matter is, the ONLY reason that you have accomplished what you have is because I stepped away. You caught me at the tail end of my career, kid. Had you faced me when I actually still gave a shit, I would have ripped your damn head off and shoved it right up your own ass. As for this little Revolution idea of yours… that’s pretty damn comical too. Do you really think that YOU…. The guy NO ONE likes in the locker room, can start a faction? Who in the hell in their right mind would join? Trust me… your revolution is dead in the water.

Drake smirks and points to the entrance.

Drake: You’re wrong, Jaden. The Revolution has already begun..

The lights dim to the hushed, curious murmurs of audience. After a couple teasing moments a fluttering black pirate flag video flashes up on the screen, accompanied by the opening bars of "The Sunk'n Norwegian" kick in across the arena, whipping the fans into an surprised frenzy of excited cheers as the International Champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater, saunters out onto the entrance stage, title over his shoulder and microphone in his hand.

Aiello: I can't believe my eyes!

Carter: WHAT?!!

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, it would seem the Roughhousing Rogue and the Vengeful One have formed an alliance! With two of the three champions among its ranks now, the Revolution is looking to be a force to be reckoned with!

A steady chant from the fans of "THIS IS AWESOME" can be heard, the Captain standing in the spotlight with a big, patient smile on his face as he waits for the right time to speak.

Bennett: You've got to be kidding me...! It was only a few weeks ago Morgan was chewing Drake out for his stance on respect, and suddenly they're bedfellows? If you ask me, the Captain is scared of losing that International Title to a real wrestler like Johnson or Miller, and he's gone running to the best in the business for protection.

Carter: What are you ranting about...?

The audience have calmed down at this point, and Morgan brings the microphone to his lips but is rudely beaten to the moment by X. The EWC Hall of Famer is laughing, looking from Drake, to Morgan, and back to the Vengeful One.

X: You've got to be shitting me... this guy? This absolute joke and insult to the word "Champion"? Out of everyone you could've picked to have your back in this precious Revolution of yours, and you chose the goddamn pirate? What, were you actively trying to lose all credit before you even started? I wouldn't have Darkwater entertain a kids birthday party, much less be in the same faction as me!

All smiles and good-nature gone, Morgan glowers down the ramp at X, the knuckles of his hand bone-white as they grip the microphone.

Morgan: Are ye quite done flappin' ye jaw, Mr Hunter? Or be that all yer good fer these days? Cos all I see is a jealous old two-faced jackal who claims t' want th' next generation t' be great, t' be th' best in th' business, only t' mock an' belittle e'ery hard-workin' man an' woman in th' roster... ye may not like me, an' that's fine, but I've been shedding blood, sweat an' tears fer this company, t' attain the titles I have, an' t' make 'em mean something... an' if ye can't respect that, then ye be showin' th' fans yer true colours! Drake, on th' other hand, he knows a kindred spirit when he sees one, recognises an' respects a fellow warrior... an' it's that selfsame respect fer him that's stoppin' me from comin' down t' that ring an' Keelhaulin' yer sorry ass!

The crowd goes nuts, their chants inciting and begging for conflict as Drake stands aside with a smirk on his face at the sight of X's red-faced indignation.

Bennett: What the hell?! That pirate hobo can't talk to Xplode like that - X is a god compared to him!

Carter: Then that would make the Captain Kratos, because he's looking to slay the gods...

X: You just try it, you puffed-up pirate sham! Come at me, and we'll see just who the better man, the big dog, still is! You're nothing but a joke, Morgan, and it won't be long before that title is mercifully taken from you one way or another, put on someone more deserving and respectable, and you're gone for good - but by all means, throw down and see what happens!

Morgan shrugs and waves him away.

Morgan: Like I said: it be respect fer Drake an' his wishes t' keep things civil an' non-violent that I'll be stayin' right here... an ego-maniacal retiree like ye be no match fer me anyway - I'm here fer th' real challenges.

Carter: Harsh words from the Captain, and they've certainly seemed to get under Hunter's skin... but it looks like the Revolution Roll-Call isn't over yet! Who could possibly be next...?

As Drake points to the entrance ramp, “Gasoline” by Porcelain and the Tramps starts to play as Nevaeh walks out from the back. The Platinum Blonde takes in the mixed reaction with a smirk on her face. Once her music begins to subside, Nev waits a moment for the crowd to settle before raising the mic in her hand to speak.



NEVAEH: Well, I told everyone I was coming to check out the Revolution tonight...but what I didn’t tell you is that I’d be joining it.

Nev shrugs.

NEVAEH: Figured, why not? It’s not as if I don’t already support it! This really shouldn’t come as that much of a surprise if you’d been paying attention.

As she was talking, Nev makes her way down the aisle and onto the ring apron before stepping through the ropes. She crosses the ring to stand at Drake’s side before continuing.

NEVAEH: Besides, it pays to have friends in high places...and it doesn’t get much higher than the Undisputed World Champion. So if he’s willing to watch my back, I’ll gladly have his in return!

Nev is sure to make eye contact with Xplode upon saying that.

NEVAEH: And anyone else’s who comes out here to join us…

The fans continue to lose it as Drake winks at X. Xplode shakes his head.

X: Okay... I have to admit it. I am impressed. I didnt' think that you had it in you to go this route, but taking a page out of my book is a smart move. Just like always though, I pulled this move already.. with the Firm.

Drake: Right. Unlike The Firm though... we are going to put a DENT in the EWC Universe. This is far from the end however... and you know me better than that to assume that I have revealed my entire hand this quick. Enjoy your stage.... talk to these fans. Relive your career and pat yourself on the back, Jaden. This is the last time that you will be allowed to do so. It's OUR time... and we are done with letting people like you steal it from us.

Drake raises his microphone over his head as the fans cheer loudly! He then tosses it over his shoulder and flings the EWC Undisputed Championship over his shoulder! Xplode smirks as Drake exits the ring and joins his allies on the stage. Behind them, a long tapestry drops... revealing a black flag. In the flag is a skull and crossbones!!!

Carter: Unbelievable .. a new movement is coming to the EWC and these fans are eating it all up!!! Wow .. very exciting. Folks .. don't go anywhere, we'll be right back after these commercials!

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We return to the Monday Night Brawl action. MSG is as loud as ever as the fans are still reeling from excitement over seeing Xplode make a surprise appearance, and the decree made by the Undisputed Champion

Aiello: Welcome back to Brawl folks we are just about ready for our first match .. 

Suddenly "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" begins to blare across the PA system and the arena erupts in cheers once again as EWC Hall of Famer Shadow Man makes his way down the ramp, mic in hand, dancing along to the music

Aiello: Wow .. fans are certainly getting their money's worth tonight .. Shadow Man is here!

Bennett: Fuck .. wake me when this is over

Carter: Such a party pooper

Shadow Man hops over the ropes and continues to dance in the ring while the fans dance and sing along to the music. Shadow then cues for the music to end but the cheers continue to drown out any attempts of speaking

Shadow Man: Get ready to be disappointed New York

The crowd laughs with Shadow Man

Shadow Man: I fucking miss this! I need to hire some of you to become my own personal cheer squad. Every time I wake up (points mic to the crowd and they cheer loudly), every time I put my pants on the right way (points mic to the crowd and they cheer loudly), every time I piss directly into the bowl while drunk (points mic to the crowd and they cheer loudly), every time I bring a woman to climax (points mic to the crowd and they cheer loudly), every time I eat a taco (points mic to the crowd and they cheer loudly), every time I take a shit (points mic to the crowd and they cheer loudly) ...... you people are disGUSTing

The fans laugh along with Shadow Man

Shadow Man: I'm here to announce to you all, all you fans here tonight, all you fans watching at home, all you fans streaming this from some shady website, I'm here to announce that I ... Shadow Man ... will be returning to the ring in 2018!

The fans erupt with cheers and chants

Carter: Holy shit what? 

Aiello: Wow! Shadow Man has just announced he is coming back to the EWC!

Shadow Man: Hang onto your balls and tits kids, Shadow Man is back baby!

The crowd continues to go absolutely insane

Shadow Man: Remember that time, when I came out, and I opened my mouth, and words came out and I said prepared to be disappointed?

Shadow laughs as the arena gets dead silent

Shadow Man: I wasn't lying when I said I'm coming back to the ring, but I also wasn't telling the truth

Bennett: Here we go ... can we cut to a commercial now?

Shadow Man: Remember the award winning show, 'Are you Tacoing to Me'? 

Fans cheer again

Shadow Man: Well the band and I are getting back together and we will be going on tour in 2018. Starting in March, 'Are You Tacoing To me' will air live, in the ring, on a EWC show, just sexy ol me and a superstar from the brand I'm visiting that particular week. Each episode will then be available to stream in its usual place. Like I said .. prepared to be disappointed 

The fans laugh and cheer at the prospect of seeing Shadow Man back more regularly 

Shadow Man: In all seriousness and plugging my show aside. I want to say I am proud to be part of the EWC history. I am honored to be in the Hall of Fame with someone as legendary as Xplode. I am excited about the present and future with Drake leading the charge as Champion. When I look at the current roster on Brawl, and I look at the rosters on Rampage, Prime and FSW, I am filled with optimism. There is so much talent here. So many young rookies mixed in with seasoned vets. The EWC is in a good place, filled with great people and the best fans in the world. So to all of you and all of them, I say ... congratulations on hitting five hundred! Here is to another five hundred and more! 

The fans cheer along with Shadow Man as he exits the ring and takes time to sign autographs and take pictures with fans .. Shadow Man gets to the top of the ramp and is handed a giant Taco Launcher. He proceeds to shoot tacos into the stands as fans cheer him on despite getting hit in the face, neck, chest, gut etc by tacos. The entire arena soon begins to smell like tacos. 

Carter: Well .. it kind of stinks in here now .. we'll be back with our first match right after this .. don't go anywhere friends

We return from commercial to find EWC President, Danny Mac standing in the middle of the ring with mic in hand. The entire arena, standing, cheering and chanting on their President

Mac: Thank you for that .. 

Mac appears to wipe tears from his eyes which gets an even bigger response from the sold out crowd 

Mac: I was a sixteen-year-old wet behind the ears kid when I sat down and came up with the concept for the EWC and Monday Night Brawl. As I stare thirty-seven in the face, and I look back at my life .. and I look back at where we started together .. I am just amazed. 

Mac pauses, paces the ring to collect his thoughts and then continues

Mac: Look, I had a rough childhood. That's no secret. Some scars just don't heal. But I'll tell you what .. this place .. this company .. these people .. you fans .. together you have healed my heart and made me whole again

The fans cheer on as Mac is clearly emotional

Mac: Five hundred episodes. My God I can't believe its been five hundred now. Tonight is not about me, its not about anything I did. This is a celebration of us. This is for all of us. For every person who has ever worked for the EWC, for every person who has ever bought a ticket, read a magazine, went on our website, subscribed to our services, purchased a ppv event .. any person who has ever been touched by the EWC .. this is all about you. Without all of you, without the support, we are nothing .. I am nothing

Mac again pauses

Mac: When I look back at all the names that have come through our building. To see someone as big as Xplode come back tonight, Jaden, thanks for that brother, always nice seeing you here and the fans love seeing you here .. I love when the legends come back and show support .. its such a boost .. and to see the current state of our incredible roster across all 4 brands .. man .. this is what its all about. The EWC. Brawl is just a small part of what makes this federation great. Rampage is nearing the 500 mark. FSW is half way to 100. Prime is half way to 50. Each and every brand is so crucial to the success of the EWC. Each member of the roster, past, present and future .. all leave their own mark, in their own way, each has their own story and each part of OUR history

Mac takes a breath, pauses, then brings the mic to his lips .. looking into the camera

Mac: From every cell and fiber that makes up my body, I thank you. All of you. If you are hearing this, seeing this or reading this, thank you. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for supporting us. Thank you for being part of our story. This might be episode five hundred, but in my mind, this is only our beginning. I love you all very much, please continue supporting us, please continue tuning in and please continue contributing to our history. Thank you, thank you ... thank you!

Mac waves to everyone in the audience and walks over to the commentator table and shakes the hands of Joe Aiello, Steve Bennett and his son Max Carter

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SINGLES MATCH

JUSTIN MATTHEWS
VS DARIAN GRAY

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Carter: I can’t think of a better way to start BRAWL 500 than with an entertaining match with some of EWC’s best, brightest and newest!

Bennett: And with a ReVenant! You can’t go wrong!

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.

Jessica Stroup: Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! Hailing from Dallas, Texas! JUSTIN MATTHEWS!

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

Aiello: What can you tell us about Justin Matthews, Bennett?

Bennett: He’s been away from the ring for 9 years, and I can’t tell you that’s a good thing.

Carter: Ring rust is a factor for him then.

The intro of "The Man" begins to play over the PA systems, a few annoying fans clapping along to the beat. As the tune continues, a beautiful figure emerges. Darian smiles as he takes a step or two out, placing his hands gently on his hips. Relishing in the boos for a moment, two other smaller figures pop out to either side of him, snapping their cameras at him. Gray places a hand up to his ear and pretends as if he can't hear the crowd well enough. He shrugs, seemingly giving up on the fans, and turns towards the cameramen. Posing for them, they continue to take numerous pictures.

Jessica Stroup: Representing the ReVenants! Weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds and hailing from Long Beach, California! DARIAN “The Portrait” Gray!

One of the "paparazzi" hands Darian something that makes him chuckle. He pulls the other cameraman in, making him look. The man gives a nervous thumbs up as Gray pats him on the back. He nonchalantly strolls down the ramp, tossing out what he was handed. Which were 8x10s of himself. A fan makes a snarky comment, which catches The Portrait's attention. Darian turns and begins to yell repeatedly back and forth with the fan, finally waving his hand in a "I'm done with you" manner.

Bennett: I just love the demeanor of this guy.

Carter: Buy him dinner first.

Moving on, he heads up the stairs, walking onto the apron. He barks at the fans again as he leans on the ropes. Turning, Darian crawls through them, the cameramen following close behind. With a proud grin, he poses to perfection in his corner. Justin Matthews stretches in the opposite corner. The referee checks if both men are ready to go, and they confirm.

DING DING

The match begins relatively slowly as each man is sizing the other up, the much larger Gray grinning at the nearly 100 pound lighter Matthews. Darian is quick to make the first move, though, nailing Justin with forearms to the face, sending him back into the ropes with vicious authority. Darian begins bullying Matthews, pushes him and sends him off into the opposite ropes and sends Justin crashing down to the mat with a back body drop! Darian picks up Justin by the hair, twisting it in his grip! Justin howls out in pain but wait, Justin is coming back with stiff low kicks to Darian’s thigh! One, then another, then another! The stiff strikes echoing off through the arena like gunfire! Darian is stumbling backwards, trying to escape but Matthews is like a ravenous, ravenous jackal! Justin steps back to hit the ropes and rushes back to nail Darian with a running dropkick!

Carter: Matthews is coming back!!

Bennett: Stop saying that!!

Aiello: t's true and you know it! Shut your face hole, Bennett!

Justin tries to drag Darian back up, nailing him with some stiff elbows to the head. Justin manages Darian to place his back to the ropes. Justin rushes to the other side of the ring bouncing off the ropes to rush back and connects with a back elbow! NO! Darian ducked underneath and catches Justin with a full nelson slam! Justin goes CRASHING to the mat! Darian picks up Justin and locks in a front facelock. He holds for a second and snaps Justin back into a DDT!

Bennett: And just like that the tide has changed!

Carter: The size advantage is squarely in Darian’s corner.

Darian picks up Justin from the mat, grabs Matthews by the arm and sends him hurtling into the turnbuckles with a biel throw! Darian pulls Justin out of the corner and hoists him over his shoulder and drops Justin’s face first into the turnbuckle with the SNAKE EYES!! Darian grapples Justin from behind, but wait, Justin reverses into a rear grapple of his own! He grabs Darian around his head in an inverted facelock and drives him down with a backbreaker on the knees, and then snaps back in a Reverse DDT! Darian’s head crashes off the canvas as Justin goes for the cover!

ONE!  

Carter: Justin reversed it! Darian had control of this match and just like that, Justin took it away from him!

TWO! 

THR-DARIAN KICKS OUT!  

Justin slowly picks Darian up off the floor and slams his face right into the canvas with a vicious stomp! And a second time, and a third! Justin with the upper hand now, grabs Darian by the waist and deadlifts him up into a gutwrench!  

Bennett: HOLY SHIT!  

Aiello: Darian has a hundred pounds on Justin! How is he doing this!?  

With all the strength inside Justin Gutwrench Suplexes Darian backwards onto the mat. Quickly getting back to his feet, Justin goes to pick up Darian again, and Darian comes back with a jawbreaker sending Justin down to the mat grabbing his jaw in pain! 

Carter: This is a back and forth battle!  

Darian grabs Justin from the mat and sets him up for what could be a powerbomb position, he hoists Justin over his shoulder into Spinning Canadian Backbreaker Rack!  

Carter: This could all be over!  

Bennett: No, wait! 

Justin slipped out the back on his feet! Darian quickly goes for a clothesline, but Justin ducks under, goes to the ropes and then comes back with an Asai Moonsault!! No, again! Darian uses Justin's momentum against him and drives him into the mat with a sit down tombstone piledriver!  

Aiello: An amazing show of athleticism by both these men, but Darian just managed to get the upper hand there. 

Bennett: Justin Matthews is gonna need to see a chiropractor after that one. 

Darian grabs Justin with a hand full of hair and then hoists him up to his feet. Quickly Darian hoists Matthews up into the air for the Wrist-Clutch Fisherman’s Driver! Justin struggles as Darian does a squat.  

Carter: This isn’t the time to be bragging about your strength.  

Darian loosens his grip mid squat as Justin Matthews manages to slip some momentum his way and reverses Darian’s hold into an inside cradle! Darian’s shoulders are down!  

ONE!  

TWO!!!! 

Bennett: WHAT!?! 

THREE!!!! 

DING DING DING

'Hail To The King' – Avenged Sevenfold blares loudly over the PA system as the crowd erupts in a sea of cheers.  

Carter: Justin Matthews has done it! He has defeated goliath here tonight! 

Bennett: It’s pronounced Gray, and this is an OUTRAGE! 

Justin Matthews rolls out the ring in a rush to celebrate as he throws his hands up to the heavens. Darian is scratching up to his knees as he scrambles to the referee to tell him there was dust in his eyes and the count doesn’t count.  

Aiello: Darian has to be embarrassed here letting that victory slip through his fingers. 

Bennett: You should never play with your food.  

Darian looks up at Justin Matthews on the ramp with utter disdain. Justin slaps hands with the local fans to help soak in that win.  

Carter: Brawl 500 is shaping up to be full of surprises!  

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For a while all we see is pitch blackness, with the slight sound of a breeze the only hint that we are watching something and not just a blank feed. A voice suddenly breaks the silence as, with the striking of a match, the face of Samael Scrybe is illuminated by the small, flickering flame.

Scrybe: Please, do not adjust your sets as they say. Allow me to shed some light on the darkness...

He drops the match casually, the flame seemingly igniting a large circle of gasoline.

Scrybe stands within the Circle, as he did months ago back on Rampage. This time, however, he is not alone. No, now he is joined by Rust Stilletto, Grizzly Duggan, Frater Perdurabo and the redneck Chambers siblings.

Scrybe: As you can plainly see, rumours of the Circle's dissolution have been greatly appreciated. Do not mistake patience for retirement, so to speak: We have acquired just about everything we require for the Ritual, and needed only to bide our time as the dark powers involved grew and grew. Now, finally, the last days of preparation are upon us - within the next week, you will all see the fruits of our labours. This Friday, on Rampage, my Master will be restored to life and power, returning to lay waste and judgement on the weak and the false idols that infest the EWC like parasites. But that is then... this is now, and right now our brother, Frater, is about to go out to battle one of Brawl's so-called mightiest heroes in one Morgan Darkwater.

Frater steps forward with a slight nod, but otherwise remains silent.

Scrybe: Our brother is ready for you, Mr Darkwater. He has prepared diligently for this moment, consulted his dark lord as I have mine. The stars themselves converge against you, Mr Darkwater, the fates conspire to topple you from your lofty pedestal and return you to the dirt and insignificance from whence you came, where you belong. You can come out to the ring with all the bluster and bravado you desire, Mr Darkwater, it will do you little good now you face the concentrated might of the Circle. You think yourself prepared, your victory assured against the supernatural forces amassed before you... we will show you the folly of your ways, and show the masses of fans that clamour around you just what calibre of charlatan you truly are. We are the Circle, we are unending and everlasting... what are you, but a lowly man?

The flames around the Circle dim, flicker and die out, dropping us into darkness once more.

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SINGLES MATCH

ANDREW JACKSON

VS ACE KING

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Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl. Episode 500!

Carter: We've got a great match ahead for you guys. Let's not waste anytime.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from North Carolina. Weighing in at 190 pounds, Andrew Jackson!

“Take No Prisoners” by Megadeth blasts through the PA system and it is soon followed by a series of fireworks blasting across the stage from left to right and back to the start point like a rogue Draco.

Once the fireworks seize Andrew Jackson arrives from behind the curtains looking expansively into the thousands in the audience. The cheers flood the stage as he gets himself settled at the center of it.

Jackson throws salutes to his audience and begins to make his way down the ramp. He doesn’t flash a single smile but even with his strict demeanor he dishes out high-fives and handshakes whilst he makes his way down.

Once he gets to the ring area he uses the steps to get into the ring but before going through the ropes he points to the cheap seats above and throws a salute their way. Once in the ring he finds his corner and throws a few warm up punches to get into the swing of things as he waits for the match to begin.

The crowd hears Lemmy's growl, and they go nuts as the opening bass line to 'Ace of Spades' rips through Madison Square Garden. As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp in time with the beat, while frenetic red and gold spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.

Stroup: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 225 pounds... He is the EWC United States Champion, THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd roars as the one and only Ace King rises from a platform through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights, soaking in the ovation with his championship draped over his shoulder. 'The Gambler' stays on a knee, taking the title down to look at it for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath and walks to the ring, calmly interacting with fans all the way down the ramp.

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with gold pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and hoisting his championship up for all to see. Once he hands the belt to the referee, he gets his game face on while staring a hole through his opponent.

DING! DING! DING! 

Jackson and King quickly engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Jackson getting sent into the ropes and sprints across the ring, ducking under a clothesline and returning with one of his own. King springs off the mat but gets sent back down with a hip toss, followed by a leg drop and a pin.

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Both men are quick to their feet and Jackson strikes first with a boot to the gut. He pulls King in for a DDT but he slips out and hits Jackson with a standing dropkick. Jackson falls back into the ropes and King grabs ahold of him, whipping him across the ring. King goes for a back body drop and sends Jackson flying into the air. Jackson falls hard on the mat and King stays on him. He brings Jackson back to his feet and whips him into the corner. Jackson bounces off the turnbuckles and walks into a running clothesline from King. King makes the cover.

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Aiello: Jackson and King trading some high speed attacks there.

Bennett: We'll see if these guys can keep up this pace.

Carter: The fans are on their feet, this is a highly anticipated match!

King grabs ahold of Jackson's upper body and puts him into a standing abdominal stretch.

Bennett: King is using his strength adventage to bend Jackson like a pretzel.

Carter: Jackson is fighting his way out!

Jackson uses his free arm to elbow King in the leg and release the hold. Jackson locks onto King's arm and sends him to the mat with another hip toss. King stands up but get knocked back into the corner by a dropkick and Jackson charges in, hitting him with a running clothesline. Jackson holds King against the turnbuckles, as he climbs to the second rope and salutes the crowd. He proceeds to hit King with a serious of right hands to the face as the crowd counts along.

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Jackson hops off the ropes and King falls face first to the mat. Jackson rolls him over and goes for the pin.

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Jackson brings King to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Jackson telegraphes the back body drop and King makes him pay with a corkscrew neckbreaker. Jackson climbs back to his feet and dodges a roundhouse kick. He grabs ahold of King's waist and slams him to the mat with a german suplex. Jackson climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps into the air for flying elbow drop that hits King right across the chest. Jackson makes the cover.

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Aiello: Jackson with a high impact elbow drop from the top rope!

Carter: King is reeling, he needs to do something quick!

Jackson pulls King to his feet and sets him up for a suplex. King quickly reverses it into a small package.

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Both men scramble to their feet and Jackson strikes first with a roundhouse kick. King catches his leg and lifts him up into the air. Dropping him to the mat with a modified gutwrench powerbomb.

Aiello: And there's the momentum shift! King with a powerbomb out of nowhere.

Carter: Here comes the Gambler with some of his patented offensive.

King is the first to his feet and hits Jackson with a serious of shoot kicks right in the chest. Jackson falls back to the mat, holding his chest and King stays on the attack. He pulls Jackson to his feet and hits him with a slingshot suplex, rolling into a cover.

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King grabs ahold of Jackson's leg and attempts a Boston crab but Jackson kicks King into the ropes. Jackson springs to his feet and goes for a clothesline but King ducks under and Jackson goes over the ropes and to the outside floor. King slides through to the apron and springboards off the ropes and hitting Jackson with a moonsault.

Aiello: And now Ace King takes to the air with an aerial assault of his own!

Carter: These two are going back and forth. MSG is witnessing a possible match of the night.

King brings Jackson to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He tries to catch Jackson with the High Roller but Jackson blocks in and turns it into a boston crab.

Bennett: Jackson's got him in trouble! This could be it!

Aiello: Ace is using all of his upper body strength to fight to the ropes.

King crawls across the mat and grabs the bottom rope. Jackson releases the hold and climbs to the second turnbuckle. He waits for King to stand before jumping off and hitting him with a tornado DDT. Jackson makes the cover.

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Aiello: What's it gonna take for one these guys to stay down?

Bennett: Probably a 20 rack of budweisers and some of that NYC bodega food.

Jackson stomps on the chest of King before pulling him up and backing him into the corner, with a serious of right hands. Jackson goes for an irish whip but King reverses and sends Jackson into the turnbuckles. King grabs ahold of Jackson's arms and sends him head first into the bottom turnbuckle with a Tiger suplex. King drags Jackson out of the corner and goes for the pin.

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King brings Jackson to his feet and hits him with a kick to the gut. King brings him in for a powerbomb and lifts Jackson onto his shoulders. Jackson hits with him a right hand between the eyes and pushes off, landing on his feet behind King. He catches King with roundhouse to the gut and sets him up for the Patriot. Jackson lifts King into the vertical suplex and salutes the crowd. King suddenly slips out and lands behind Jackson, quickly picking him up into a one-armed Electric Chair Driver and slamming him to the mat. King makes the cover.

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DING! DING! DING!

Stroup: And your winner, by pinfall. ACE KING!

Aiello: That was a great performance by both men. Potential match of the night and we're just getting started!

Carter: That's right this is only the second match of a huge lineup to come. We'll be back with more Monday Night Brawl, Episode 500!

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BRAWL returns from commercial, and the crowd cheers loud as United States Champion Ace King calmly strolls through the backstage area, albeit with a slight limp; he masks his wincing from his match with Andrew Jackson with a small smile as he acknowledges production associates and other road crew members. However, before he can get into the locker room, a hand taps his shoulder.

Voice: Excuse me, Ace?

Ace turns around, only to find himself face-to-face with EWC’s resident interviewer, Ace Heart.

Ace King: To what do I owe this pleasure?

Ace Heart: Well, I was going to ask for your take on the match you just had with Andrew Jackson.

King takes a deep breath, which allows a more relaxed smile to come to his face as he looks back at Heart.

Ace King: You saw what they all just saw, right?

The crowd cheers heartily in approval, and King simply nods along with the ‘THAT WAS AWESOME!’ chants filling Madison Square Garden.

Ace King: I mean, even that’s amazing to hear. 500 episodes of an iconic wrestling show, and our match has to fall in among the greatest show-stealers EWC has ever seen. It really was a privilege to fight a man of Andrew Jackson’s calibre, and while winning is great, I’m just happy to be here, man. I-

King freezes as Heart leaves the shot. King takes a step back, and the camera zooms out to reveal former EWC Champion and New York’s very own Ruthann Hunter looking at him. The crowd offers a mix between cheering and ‘OOOOOOH!’ given their history. Ruthann takes a step toward him, though he’s a bit apprehensive.

Ruthann Hunter: So, are you still OK to talk?

King looks at her, his expression unchanged. Awkward silence engulfs the air around them for a few seconds; eventually, Ace simply nods, and they slowly walk off 

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NON TITLE MATCH

FRATER PERDURABO

VS MORGAN DARKWATER

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Carter: Welcome back to ringside! Max Carter alongside Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett here on this 500th episode of Brawl. We’ve already seen Justin Matthews take on Darian Gray, and now it’s time to let some of the bigger dogs out to play as Captain Morgan Darkwater stands toe to toe with Frater Perdurabo!

Aiello: Add in a new element of interest to this one, Max. The last ‘sermon’ from Father Perdurabo saw him standing alongside none other than Samael Scrybe, who all but announced that Perdurabo was now a member of The Circle!

Carter: Darkwater no stranger to Scrybe and his followers, especially after what happened back at Stable Wars.

IN THIS YOUR TIME OF NEED

The lights in the arena go out, save for a sole spotlight on the stage.

YOU'RE TURNING TO THE LIGHT

A hush has fallen over the audience, as well as the commentary table.

YOU HAVE JUST BEGUN TO EXPLORE THE DARK IN THE URBAN NIGHT

Momentarily, the spotlight that once illuminated the stage ceases to be and leaves the arena in a pitch black state.

THE WORLD IS ON FIRE

"Deus in Absentia" by Ghost rips through the arena. What was once darkness is broken by the bright lights on the stage; standing center is Frater Perdurabo holding a staff topped with what could be assumed as some sort of holy symbol. Behind him were four men, each dressed in robes and sporting plague doctor's masks. They stood two abreast and in two rows, each with a hand wrapped around a pole jutting out from the sides of an altar that was centered between them. The first step was taken by Frater and his cloaked men followed.

Jessica Stroup: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from The Church of the Golden Light, he is the prophet of the one true savior - Frater Perdurabo!

Once at the base of the steps, the cloaked men set the altar down and two set themselves onto the apron and spread the ropes while Frater climbed the stairs and stepped between them with a hand on his hat to keep it in place. Once in the ring, "Deus in Absentia" faded from the PA and the cloaked men stood with their backs to the crowd along the barricade with the altar at their feet. Frater took to the center of the ring and beckoned for the fans in attendance to share in his sanctimonious display.

Bennett: That’s a smart man right there. Made his impact early, and joining up with Scrybe and his boys is only going to propel him even further. I need to pop a top and toast that son of a bitch.

Aiello: Perdurabo won that big battle royal back at Stable Wars, his first match with EWC. Then he earned himself a shot at James Carner’s Television Championship by overcoming three other men in a ladder match on the season finale of Brawl leading up to Wrestle Fest. This man is quickly etching his place on Brawl, no doubt about it.

The lights in the arena cut out as first notes of Captain Morgan's entrance theme, "The Sunk'n Norwegian", kick in and the screens around entrance fade in to the image of a perpetually burning skull-n-crossbones flag rippling in the wind.

A spotlight rises as Morgan saunters confidently out on the stage, holding an old-fashioned iron grenade in one hand, the fuse lit and sparkling. He laughs maniacally and throws it at his feet, where it explodes with a boom of pyros and smoke.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, sailing in on the Winds of Fortune. He stands six feet, five inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and fifty nine pounds. He is the EWC Intercontinental Champion … Captain … Morgan … Darkwater!

When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Drink!" in time with the song's first chorus and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring over top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.

Carter: If Perdurabo’s etched his place, that man right there has his set in stone!

Aiello: You mentioned the big dogs earlier, Max, and Morgan’s the saltiest one of them all. We heard from the Captain not long ago regarding his first singles loss to AJ Johnson. As usual, the man took full responsibility for the short coming, despite what a lot of people saw as a cheap attack from Johnson at the start of the match.

Bennett: Nothing cheap about it. The match hadn’t started yet and Darkwater should have been keeping his eyes open. Johnson saw an opening, and he took advantage of it. That’s the name of the game, son.

DING DING DING

Morgan and Perdurabo meet in the center of the ring, with the good Captain towering over the skeletal priest. A smile spreads across Darkwater’s face, prompting a scowl from Frater, until Darkwater unloads with a heavy right hand that sends the man staggering back. Rushing in, Darkwater connects with a clothesline that sends Frater down, but the priest is quick to roll and rise to his feet, ducking a second clothesline attempt and turning to kick out the back of Darkwater’s knee. The Captain staggers once, but rights himself and delivers a stiff shot to the kidney, then a hard jab to the jaw. Grabbing Perdurabo, he tries to whip him into the ropes, but the dark entity reverses it, sending Darkwater to the corner. Hitting the buckles, Darkwater gets his boot up just in time to stop a charging Frater, catching him in the jaw. As Frater stumbles away, Darkwater grabs him from behind and drops him into a pendulum backbreaker. Dropping Frater to the mat, Darkwater hooks the leg for a quick pin.

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Perdurabo easily slithers loose, putting some distance between himself and the Captain before getting back to his feet. Darkwater stalks in slowly, that smile still firmly in place. Darkwater lunges in, but Frater ducks aside and brings a knee up into Morgan’s gut. The Captain doubles, and Frater stabs a bionic elbow into the back of his neck, driving Morgan to a knee. Pressing a knee to the back of the man’s head, Frater drives him down into the canvas with a knee-drop bulldog. Morgan quickly rolls away, getting to his feet, but Frater is there to meet him with a knife edged chop, lighting the Captain’s chest red as the crowd ‘Woos’. Delivering two more chops, Perdurabo whips Morgan across the ring and follows him, nailing a dropkick to the knees that sends Darkwater flipping onto his back.

Aiello: Morgan obviously the size and strength advantage, but Frater showing some quickness on his feet. If he’s able to keep out of Darkwater’s reach, he can do some real damage with those hit and run tactics.

Perdurabo stands by Morgan’s head and raises his arms while staring down at him. Rolling to his knees, Darkwater surges up with an uppercut, but Frater sways aside and answers with the Conventionis de Inpulsa, snapping the Captain’s head back. Darkwater staggers into the ropes and Perdurabo follows with a stomp to the knee, then one to the side of Morgan’s face as he’s dropped to a kneel. Dragging the man back up, Frater shoves him forward and rakes his nails down Darkwater’s back.

The Captain cries out in pain and stabs an elbow back, but Perdurabo spins around to the man’s front and slaps him across the face, drawing a shocked silence from the crowd. Darkwater seems shocked as he turns back to the man, but quickly answers with a headbutt to Perdurabo’s nose. The priest reels, giving Morgan room to unleash a savage big boot to the jaw that floors Frater. Reaching up to rub his cheek, Morgan turns to see Perdurabo reaching his feet and snaps out a jab to the jaw… but Frater slaps it away and delivers a hard right of his own, then a second, before slamming a shoulder into Morgan’s chest.

The Captain staggers, but his sea legs stay strong as he recoils back with a wild clothesline… missing by inches as Frader ducks underneath and comes up behind him, grabbing Darkwater by the head and running forward with a bulldog. Rolling the big man over, Frater hooks the legs, and props one of his own on the bottom rope. The fans try to warn the referee as he counts.

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Morgan powers out just in time.

Carter: Frater with a foot on the ropes, but Darkwater’s size giving him enough strength to break loose, anyway.

Bennett: Someone tell these yahoos to mind their own business. Mac pays those refs to do their job, so let them do their damn job. We don’t need a bunch of volunteer goodie-two-shoes out there ruining all the fun.

Carter: The EWC fans making it clear whose side their on tonight. Much to Bennett’s chagrin, obviously.

Bennett: My what? Don’t sit there using fancy words you don’t understand, kid. We already got Joe for that.

Shoving Darkwater onto his back, Perdurabo presses a forearm down on the bridge of his nose and grinds it back and forth, drawing a pained cry from the Captain, who struggles to push him away before finally succeeding. Rolling to his knees, Morgan starts to rise, but Frater is quicker, nailing him with a running knee to the side of the head. The priest reaches down and pulls Darkwater to his feet, only to gut wrench and suplex him over in a surprising show of strength. Morgan hits hard and rolls onto his side, looking to get back to his feet, as Frader slowly rises. Moving to step over the Captain, he drops a knee down between Darkwater’s shoulders, then straddles him, grasping for the man’s arms in order to lock in a camel clutch. Morgan screams in pain as Perdurabo wrenches back, ordering the referee to kneel and accept Morgan’s submission. Darkwater clenches his fists and grits his teeth, fighting against the pain in his neck and spine as Frater continues to apply pressure.

Aiello: Perdurabo in firm control with this camel clutch submission. Morgan’s size advantage all but nullified at this point, as he struggles to find an escape.

Bracing one hand to the mat, Morgan tries to push himself up to his knees, but Perdurabo jerks the hold tighter, arcing the Captain even further back until he looks like a ship’s prow. Slowly, Darkwater manages to get a single knee beneath him, using it to force himself up into a kneel. Perdurabo breaks the hold and backs into the ropes, coming back with a sliding elbow to the back of the head that knocks Morgan forward to the mat. Again Frater straddles the Captain, looking for the camel clutch, but this time Darkwater gets his feet under him and powers up with a bellowing roar, falling over backward and dropping to his back, crushing Perdurabo beneath him and breaking the hold. Frater clutches his ribs with one hand and rolls away as Darkwater does the same, coughing and trying to get some blood back into his spine. Both men reach their knee with Morgan the fresher, but just barely. Stalking over to Perdurabo, he pulls the man up and scoops him onto his shoulder, turning around into a powerslam in the center of the ring.

Carter: And Darkwater now in command, putting Perdurabo down hard with that powerslam. It looks like he’s still feeling the effects of that camel clutch, though. It’s slowed him down a step.

Backing into the corner, Morgan takes a second to catch his breath before hoisting himself up onto the middle rope, and diving off with a fist drop to Frater’s skull. The priest lurches away and cradles his head, rolling out to the apron, and then down to the floor to buy him a moment’s respite. The referee moves in to start the count, but Morgan asks him aside and walks up to the ropes, reaching down to grab hold of Perdurbo and haul him up onto the apron with one hand. Seeing the official on the far side, Frater suddenly grabs Morgan’s head and pulls it down, scraping his eyes across the top rope. Darkwater reels with a cry and turns away, cupping his face. Climbing through the ropes, Frater waits for the man to turn before landing a kick to the gut, doubling the Captain. Shoving the man’s head between his legs, Perdurabo hoists him up and lets him hang for a second before sitting down with a stiff piledriver, causing Darkwater’s body to pop straight up before falling flat on its back. Sitting up, Frater takes a second to collect his breath before turning and hooking Darkwater’s leg.

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No! Morgan again just gets his shoulder up enough to stop the count. Rising to his knees, Frater shows no sign of frustration, but his face darkens as he stares down at the Captain. Grabbing him by the throat, he pulls Morgan to his feet and delivers a stiff forearm shot to the nose, knocking Darkwater back into the ropes. Frater catches him and drives a knee into his gut, then slams him to the mat with a headlock takeover. Moving to Darkwater’s legs, Frater reaches down and grabs a booted foot, lifting his free arm and murmuring something down to the Captain, before spinning around for a figure-four… only to catch Darkwater’s boot in his ass, sending him stumbling into the corner, shoulder-first. Perdurabo drops to a knee, groaning in pain as Morgan rolls to all fours and tries to stand.

Carter: Solid back and forth as both men struggle to their feet. Frater managed to wrest control from Darkwater for a short time, but the good Captain’s not about to lay down and die before he feels like it. We know that for a fact.

Frater frees himself from the corner just as Morgan manages to get to his feet, albeit somewhat off balance. Turning, both men take a second to gather their strength before charging… Morgan’s foot coming up at the exact same time as Frater looks for the Luz Autem Semita. Both men’s boots connect at the same time, sending both men to the mat.

Aiello: Big Boots in Stereo! Both men with the same idea, and both men finding the mark!

Bennett: Hell, even I’m going to say it… that was pretty cool. Perdurabo needs to get his ass up if he plans on doing anything about it, though. Come on, preacher man, rise from the dead, already.

Standing between both men, the referee begins his ten count.

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Morgan and Perdurabo lay flat on their backs, gasping for breath.

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Slowly rolling to his side, Perdurabo struggles to crawl towards the ropes.

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On the other side, Morgan manages to roll over, but doesn’t move.

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Grabbing the bottom cable, Frater begins pulling himself up, looking back to see Morgan still face down on the mat.

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Finally, Morgan starts to push himself up to his knees, but Perdurabo is already halfway to his feet.

Carter: Both men looking exhausted right now, but Perdurabo seemingly the fresher man, almost back on his feet.

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Standing, Perdurabo shoves away from the ropes, prompting the referee to stop his count. Turning, he sees Darkwater still down and staggers towards him, reaching out to grasp a handful of Morgan’s hair. Uttering something aloud, he pulls Darkwater up to his feet… only for the Captain to grab him by the throat and hoist him into the air!

Aiello: Hangman’s Noose! Morgan making him dance a jig!

Perdurabo struggles for a moment, before suddenly driving the toe of his boot into Morgan’s abdomen, forcing the Captain to break his hold, allowing Perdurabo to drop to his feet.

Bennett: I don’t think he’s much of a dancer, Joe!

Immediately, Morgan grabs hold of Perdurabo’s throat again, only this time he wastes no time in lifting the man off his feet and driving him down with a thunderous chokeslam! Frater goes almost limp as Morgan just lays beside him, sucking air into his lungs as he stares up at the ceiling. Checking both men, the referee again readies for a ten count.

As the official starts his count, Darkwater slowly rolls to his side, getting his knees beneath him and pushing up to his feet, stopping the referee. Perdurabo begins to stir, but Morgan is there to drag him up to his feet. Draping the man’s arm over his shoulder, Darkwater lifts Frater up and slams him to the mat with an uranagi. Rising slowly, he stumbles to the corner and begins climbing, struggling to find his balance on the top rope as Perdurabo stirs on the canvas. Perching, Morgan measures the distance and takes to the air with the Winds of Fortune, driving the elbow into the center of Perdurabo’s chest. Practically collapsing atop the man, he strains to hook a leg afterward.

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DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… Captain … Morgan … Darkwater!

Carter: What a war. Both men leaving nothing behind in this one. Perdurabo showing why he’s one of the names to watch going into 2018, but the winds favored the Captain tonight, and Darkwater was just too much for him.

Aiello: The night is still young, but we’re off and running at full speed ahead, folks. Don’t go anywhere, because coming up later, we’ve got tag team action featuring the newest signee to Brawl, former Indy Champion, Magdalena Lockheart! Stay tuned.

Morgan's celebrations in the ring are cut short...as the lights dim, a crackle of static draw his and the entire audience's attention to the large screen above the entrance ramp. Through the snowy haze we can just about make out the vague shape of a person's head, any discerning features obscured to the point we can't even tell if they're male or female. The sound of static softens and the mysterious figure speaks in a loud, electronically garbled tone.

Unknown Figure: Captain Darkwater... you were instructed to cease this foolish charade, yet you persist... you were warned once, now you are warned twice: quit this embarrassing debacle and return to your true life on the Open Seas, or face the terrible consequences. There will not be a third warning.

The image abruptly cuts out and the lights are restored to the arena to show Captain Darkwater mounted on a turnbuckle, cutlass drawn and pointed towards the now-dead screen in a show of open defiance, his International Championship held proudly aloft in his other hand. "I ain't afeared o' no one! An' I sure as hell ain't goin' nowhere!" he roars.

Carter: I think it's safe to assume that person - whoever it was - is the mysterious "Resume" who delivered the first threatening message in dramatic fashion two weeks back! Once again Captain Darkwater isn't rattled and, if anything, is even more defiant in the face of this new threat!

Bennett: I dunno, I think the damn pirate should do us all a favour and take this Resume character up on their favour and get lost. Best thing he could possibly do for the EWC is fu-

Aiello: Let me stop you right there before you cost the company another fine or lawsuit... we'll be right back after these messages, folks!

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Melinda was inside of her locker room getting ready for her match. When there was a knock on the door. Melinda sitting in the chair looking right at the door getting ready.

Melinda: The door has hinges...

Melinda looked up with a soft small smile on her face saw it was none other than Ruthann Hunter. Ruthann just finished one of her matches, now wearing an old X-Plode T-shirt and Jeans.

Ruthann: I bet you are wondering why I am here...

Melinda folding her arms looking over at her with a soft smirk.

Melinda:  Yeah.... What brings you to this corner of the arena?

Ruthann used the towel wiping off some sweat she had looking right at her.

Ruthann:  When we face each other down the road. I want to make sure you have your head in the game because the way you acting now. It isn’t the woman I watch from the side for over a year. Yes, right now things aren’t going so far good. It happens. We all have those moments and I had it for two years. I don’t want to see someone who I see as the future champion down the road of this company letting those doubts cloud her mind. Just think if you were going o face Drake right now... he will murder you inside of that ring. Get your head back in the game and be that wrestler I know you can be. Be the person I know you are. You not broken! Let what going on make you stronger, not weaker. I can tell you slowly changing. You might feel it the right path of things but trust me. You don’t want to go down that road because once you do. It will be hard to come back from. I watched too many in this business do it.

Ruthann just hopes she listens to her words.  The Rebel finished lacing her boots up just as her manager, Molly O'Hatherine walked in, chewing on a piece of the glazed danish in her hand, a cold can of ginger ale in the other. The Ginger Ninja regarded Ruthanne for a moment, then gave her a nod.

Molly:  Am I interruptin' anythin'?

She asked between chews.  The Rebel shook her head.

Melinda: No, just an attempt at a pep talk.

Molly hung back a bit as Melinda rose to a stand, walking right up to Ruthann.

Melinda: Ruth, I like you.  Yes, I'm angry and yes, I hurt. I'm trying very hard not to go down a path I already walked before, but it's getting way the fuck harder for me this time. Hell, my husband is sleeping at the other end of my house right now because we're not talking, that's how bad things are going for me right now. The difference between my present and my past is, I'm trying not to make the same mistakes again.

The Ginger Ninja sipped her ginger ale, not caring for the irony of a ginger drinking ginger.

Molly: *softly* Aye and I'm doin' everythin' in me power ta' keep her from goin' off tha' deep end. She has someone ta' play checks and balances for her as it were.

Melinda:  Thank you for your advice, Ruthie.  If I need anything further, I'll come to you, ok?

And with that, the Rebel walked past her and pushed open the door to the locker room, exiting as she headed for the ring. The five foot, three inch Molly walked up to Ruthanne and sighed.

Molly: Sadlae' lass, this is somethin' she has ta' work out on her own. No amount of advice will help her when she's like this. We just have ta' hope she's learned from previous lessons and can fight back whatever is tryin' ta' overcome her.

Suddenly Molly's phone vibrated with a text.  She set her drink down and checked her device.  Suddenly her eyes widened and her Danish flew over her shoulder to some random spot in the room.

Molly:  If ye'll excuse me, I have a motherfawker ta' go bash in tha' brains of....

And with that, the Ginger Ninja blew past a confused Ruthann in a hurry!

Earlier today moments before the doors open for Brawl.

We cut to the parking lot where randomly there is a ring set up. There next to the ring a long line of fans behind the guard railing, looking at the ring in wonder. Out from the inside paring lot walks Neo Carner, dressed as douchey as always walks to the ring with a mic. The fans cheer and jeer as he walks to the ring. Neo slides in the ring and then stands in the middle of it and speaks into the mic.

Neo: Ladies and gentlemen!!! The ReVenants bring to you tonight a special match for you all right now!

The crowd get excited and cheer for this unexpected match.

Neo: The following contest is set for 1 fall!!! And this match will crown the new Undefeated champion of EWC!

Out to the ring walks Darian Grey holding up a big gold beautiful championship belt with the Letters "UWHC" on it.



Darian gets into the ring and raises the title in the air to show the audince who is stil waiting for the doors to be opened up. Darian after a walk around the ring then exits and finds a seat near ring side.

Keith Williams walks out next to the parking lot entrance and holds up a boom box. Generic rock music plays as Keith holds the stereo up in the air.

Neo: Our first challanger of the night, hailing from Mumbai India! Tha face that runs no place! JOOOOHN!!! BLAAAAZZZE!!!!!

The crowd erupt into a mixed reaction as this man walks out from the parking lot.. Wait, John Blaze?!

The crowd starts to laugh as this familiar looking man get into the ring. He climbs up the ropes and waves his hand in his face. Neo watches with a smile.

Neo: AAAAAAND!!! .... His opponent! Coming from the mean streets of Beverly Hills, California!

Keith could be seen changing the song on the stereo. "Ballin" by Jim Jones then starts to play and Keith holds the stereo up in the air.

Neo: The hardest working man in the business! And your favorite Undefeated contender! ROOOOBBBB!!!! GAR!!! CIIIIAA!!!!!!!

Out from the parking lot jogs Rob Garcia and he looks ready to go. Next to him is his manager Jeff Noon in his ear telling him advice on what to do in the ring.

Rob gets to the ring and slides in and does his usual shtick to the fans. Telling them to suck and flipping them the bird. Keith stops the music.

Neo: Oh, and their ref for the night Ramsi.

Ramsi runs down to the ring dressed in a referee shirt. He gets in the ring and pats down John Blaze and then pats down Rob. Neo exits the ring and then find a seat next to Darian. Keith and Jeff Noon then sit next to them. It looks as though Neo and Jeff will be doing commentary. Ramsi calls for the bell.

Jeff: Oh how much does this guy weigh?!!

Keith pulls out a bicycle bell and rings it.

DING DING DING!!!!

And both men starts circling the ring looking at each other.

Neo: What a great day for the EWC! 500th episode of Brawl and the debute of the new Undefeated Worlds Heavyweight Champion!

Rob and Blaze lock up. Rob pushes blaze back to the corner and Ramsi starts to count! But he's not counting correctly, he's just throwing random numbers out there! "45, 22, 9, 23!" He continues and then Rob breaks the hold.

Jeff: Whats his name?! Purple Mask?! How much deos he weigh?!

Blaze rushes Rob for a clothesline but Rob ducks! Rob now rushes the ropes comes back and goes in fro a punch to the face! But it looks like he missed! But John Blaze still falls over! Rob now runs the ropes and hits a leg drop!!

Neo: He hit it! Just to crazy out of control and extreme for anyone else to do!!!

Jeff: Who's the guy in the purple mask?!

Rob backs up and he runs to the corner waiting for John Blaze to get to his feet! ... Johns taking a long time... A really ong time to get back to his feet.

Neo: He's setting up for it!!!

Jeff: Is he dead?!

Finally John is starting to get up! Rob is throwing his arms up signaling for Blaze to stand up. Blaze finally gets to his feet! Rob runs towards him and jumps!

Neo: Lights Out For Harambe!!!!!

Jeff: Is that Rob?! How much does he way?!

Rob goes for the cover and Ramsi slides in and goes for the count!

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47!!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Keith rings the bicycle bell and then hits play on the stereo and Robs music beings to play again!

Neo: Here is your winner and NEEEEWWWWW Undefeated Worlds Heavyweight Champion!!! ROOOBBB!!! GARCIA!!!!!

Darian rushes in the ring and Rob jumps into Darians arms giving him a hug, Darian then hands Rob the title! Rob holds his new unsanctioned title up in the air with pride! Keith and Neo run in the ring as well as Jeff Noon to celebrate! Keith and Neo hoist Rob up on their shoulders and Rob is holding the championship in the air!

Just then the doors open to the building and the fans continue to watch as they enter the building for the 500th episode of BRAWL!!!!

The ReV's continue to celebrate in the ring!

Fades out

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SINGLES MATCH

RUTHANN HUNTER

VS CAL PINE

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Aiello: I don't know what in the hell that was. I don't understand it. Before that we witnessed one hellacious battle as Frater Perdurabo gave the International Champion Morgan Darkwater quiet the battle.

Stroup: Introducing first….weighing in at 185 pounds and hailing from Boston, MA… CALLLLLL PIIIINNNNNNE!

The opening chords of Coheed & Cambria's "The Hard Sell" echo throughout the arena as "The Manic Munchkin" Cal Pine makes his way through the curtain, bouncing lightly to the beat, with Mia Moss at his side. He smirks as he glances out at the crowd, ignoring the loud negative response the fans are giving him. Cal drops to one knee and holds his arms out as if to gloat, still bouncing lightly with the music, as Mia stands behind him with her hands resting on his shoulders. Cal slaps the ground and rises to his feet before casually making his way towards the ring. He pauses before rolling into the ring so Mia can give him a customary good luck kiss on the cheek. Cal gets into a fighting stance and throws some shadow strikes to loosen up before leaning in the corner as he waits for the match to start.

Aiello: Cal Pine looking to take a step in the right direction after his debut loss to David Miller.

Bennett: Of course he will. With Mia Moss by his side, he will get on the right path. 

Carter: There is no doubt he is a talented competitor. 

Stroup: And his opponent….weighing in at 200 pounds, hailing from Brooklyn, NY…. RUTHANNNNN HUNNNNTERRRRRR!

Du du du du-du du du

Du du du du du-du du du

The crowd starts to chant that part of the song out loud. As the lights go out as Fall Out Boy Centuries came blasting on. They look up at the ramp standing there with a smoke surround her was Ruthless Aggression with her head down. She lifts up her head as she has a long black trench coat that fit her body. As she walking down the ramp it a has "EWC 4 Life" written across it with a picture of a baseball bat on under it in blue and red colors. She smirks as she stops in the middle of the middle ramp looking around taking in the crowd. She closed her eyes as the words came blasting over the speakers.

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take.

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Hey, hey, hey

Remember me for centuries

She then threw her fist up in the air as she just stood there with a sick grin on her face. She walks towards the steps. She climbs inside of the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckle as she sings the chorus with them.

Du du du du-du du du

Du du du du du-du du du

She then jumps down and turns around facing the person taking off the trench coat. She hands it to the person on the outside ready to fight.

Aiello: Ruthann Hunter started her 2018 Season off on the right foot when she bested Rampage's Grizzly Duggan.

Bennett: And by bested, of course you mean, got lucky.

Carter: Ruthless Aggression has never needed luck on her side. She is has proven time and again to be one hell of a competitor. She will look to dot he same tonight.

DING DING DING

Ruthann and Cal Pine circle the ring a few times. Ruthann goes to lockup but Pine ducks under. Ruthann turns and is met with an Elbow to the face, then another followed by a kick to the gut. Pine sets up Ruthann then takes her down quickly with a Snap Suplex. He immediately follows up with a Standing Moonsault, but Ruthann gets her knees up, Pine bounces off holding his gut. Ruthann gets to her feet and grabs Pine by the head and brings him to his feet. She whips him into the ropes, Pine bounce off, Ruthann meets him with a powerful Spear. She goes for the cover...the ref counts…


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Tw...kickout by Cal Pine.

Aiello: Ruthless Aggression connected with a devastating Spear, knocking the wind out of Cal Pine, but it wasn’t enough to end it.

Bennett: That will be the closest she comes to beating a class act like Cal Pine.

Carter: Pine was not happy with himself after losing his debut. He will be looking to make a statement tonight.

Ruthann is quick to her feet, but Pine is not far behind. Ruthann charges at Pine but Pine manages to take her down with a Snap Arm Drag. Pine again attempts a Standing Moonsault, this time connecting. He holds for the pin… the ref counts….

ONE
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Tw...kickout by Ruthann.

This time Pine rushes to his feet, but Ruthann is not far behind. Ruthann charges again, but is met with an Elbow to the head. Pine goes for a kick, but Ruthann grabs his foot, and pulls him close, connecting with a Lariat, knocking Pine hard to the mat. She quickly hops to the legs of Pine, she tucks his one leg into the other, grabs the lifted foot while stepping on the downed one. As Pine’s head rises in reaction to the pain, Ruthann uses her foot to push Pine’s head hard into the mat.

Aiello: EAT the MAT! That looks painful.

Carter: I am surprised Pine didn’t lose a few teeth there.

Ruthann releases the hold, but quickly grabs the legs of Pine, then leans all the way back to the mat.

Carter: The back is not supposed to bend that way. Pine is in trouble here.

Pine is obviously in a lot of pain. The ref drops to the mat, to check if he quits, but he refuses. At this time Mia Moss hops onto the apron. She starts pointing and yelling at Ruthann. This draws the attention of the ref, as well as Ruthann Hunter. With Ruthann being distracted a bit, she lightens up the torque. This gives Pine the chance to push himself up, thus land on the shoulders of Ruthann. Mia points at the pinfall attempt as she hops off the apron. The ref rushes to get in position and counts…

ONE
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Tw...kickout by Ruthann.

Carter: Mia Moss sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.

Bennett: She Cal Pine’s manager, she belongs here. It is her job to make sure to point out Ruthann was cheating.

Carter: Tell me Steve. How was that cheating?

Ruthann and Pine get to their feet at the same time. Pine charges at Ruthann and drops her with a Running STO.

Aiello: The Boston Waffle! Pine may have just switched momentum in his favor.

Pine grabs the ankle of Ruthann, and applies the Ankle Lock. Each second twisting the ankle more, and applying more torque. Ruthann is writhing in pain. The ref checks on Ruthann as Pine twists the ankle some more, dropping a knee, then bouncing back up for added pressure. Ruthann refuses to quit. Despite the pain, she snake crawls toward the ropes. Which she , as manages to do, but as ref turns to give Pine the release count, Mia Moss knocks Ruthann’s arm off the ropes. Pine barks at the ref to check again. The ref looks to find Ruthann no longer with her arm around the rope.

He points the finger at Mia Moss, but she throws her hands up in a wasn’t me manner. But thus ultimately backfires at Ruthann uses this as fuel, spins around and delivers a kick to the gut of Pine, then another, forcing Pine to release his grip. Ruthann uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Pine charges but Ruthann drops down, pulling the ropes with her, sending Pine flying over the ropes and onto the outside. Mia Moss quickly runs to the aide of Pine as the ref starts his count.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE
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FOUR
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. Moss helps Pine to his feet.
FIVE
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SIX
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SEVEN

Pine, with the help of Moss, makes it to the ring, the rolls in. Ruthann charges, going for a punt kick to the head, but Pine rolls out of the way just in time. He hops to his feet, as Ruthann turns, Pine leaps, wraps his legs around the head of Ruthann and brings her down with a Hurricanrana. He quickly goes for the cover… the ref counts…

ONE
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TWO
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TH...kickout by Ruthann.

Pine quickly gets to his feet. He grabs Ruthann, and brings her to her feet. He sets her up for a Suplex, but as he tries to lift, Ruthann blocks it by sticking her leg between his, Pine tries again, but again it is blocked by Ruthann. Ruthann counters with a few shots to the side of Pine, then transitions into a Double Arm UnderHook, and takes Pine down with a Double Arm DDT. She makes the cover...the ref counts…

ONE
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TWO
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TH...kickout by Pine.

Aiello: This has been a grueling match for both competitors. Pine, the newcomer, has really brought it to the veteran, Ruthann Hunter.

Carter: And vice-versa, if it wasn’t for Mia Moss, I have a feeling Ruthann would have had this match wrapped up by now.

Bennett: Sure, Make excuses for the fan favorite. Mia Moss did what she is paid to do. And did it well I might add.

Ruthann brings Pine to his knees. She again sets him up Piledriver position. This time she manages to connect with Merry Go Round. She makes the cover...the ref counts…

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TWO
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THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here is your winner….RUTHHHANNNN HUNNNNTERRRRR!

Aiello: Ruthann Hunter with another victory to start her comeback tour. It was a tough battle, but despite the odds against her, she came out on top.

Carter: Once again Ruthann Hunter proves why you should never count her out.

Ruthann Hunter gets her arm raised by the ref, then she rolls out of the ring, stares down Mia Moss, and exchanges High-Fives with the fans as she makes her way up the ramp.

Aiello: Cal Pine and Ruthann Hunter left it all ont he table for Monday Night Brawl Episode 500. Coming up next we have a Tag Team Match. A veteran pairing ofThe ReVenants, Rob Garcia and Keith Williams take the newly formed team of Magdalena Lockheart and Nostalgia.

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We go backstage where Griffin is against the wall stretching, preparing for his upcoming match, but a shadow appears by the wall as he gets the sense someone is behind him. He turns around and sees the figure.

Griffin Hawkins: Well..this sure is interesting...

The camera pulls back to show the newcomer is none other than the International Champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater. The belt is ever-present over his shoulder as he regards Griffin with a curious expression.

Captain Darkwater: Mr Hawkins, in th' flesh... I hear ye be lookin' t' reclaim this beauty...?

Griffin Hawkins: Huh? Ooooh you mean the title, I thought for a sec you were coming onto me..never mind that though. But yes good sir! There are a lot of things I want in life...world peace..a Jetpack....shoes that make you invisible...and that title there. But I'm not expecting a shot right away..I'm looking to earn it.

Morgan chuckles softly at the misconception and listens intently to the man's words, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

Captain Darkwater: I can certainly see th' appeal o' some o' those things... but I also must say it be refreshin' t' find someone lookin' t' get their hands on this title th' right way, th' way o' patience, hard-work an' respect. Makes a difference from th' usual egos an' entitlement...

Griffin Hawkins: I agree with you Cap'n, anyone who knows my history...knows that I've never taken the easy way to anything in my career...I'm not one of those cats who's gonna come into the company and demand titles to be given to me like they are Halloween Candy. I'm patient enough to sit back and wait my turn to get a title shot at that gold.

Captain Darkwater: An', if ye history were t' repeat itself, ye wouldn't give it up fer anyone nor anythin' fer a looong time... But surely ye understand that I be lookin' t' do just that, also.

Griffin Hawkins: I perfectly understand Cap...I got nothing against you, and I respect you and what you've done for that belt. Many great wrestlers have held that gold..and winning it is no easy task, but business is business..and it's my quest to make history once again by seeing to it that my name joins the many other great EWC stars and alumni who held that title.

Morgan laughs again, the look on his face a happy, relieved one.

Captain Darkwater: I knew there was somethin' I liked about ye when I watched ye dress-down that upstart AJ... a sharp an' wise man, indeed. Aye! I went through many trials an' tribulations to get this title, losin' me TV title in th' process an' contributin' t' th' "ReVenant TV Title" era bein' just as painful as any physical match... but I can respect an' honourable man not lookin' to cut corners or make demands, an' make an honest effort fer what he desires most. Wit' any luck, I'll still be holdin' th' title when ye time comes.

He smiles, relieved there is no tension between the two.

Griffin Hawkins: That's awesome dude. And if you're still Champion when I earn my chance, may the best man win.

The Captain flashes him a charming smile and a wink as he extends his hand.

Captain Darkwater: Aye! I fully intend to.

The Rebel slips through the open doorway of the locker room.

Mel: Hey, anybody seen Molly? I can't seem to find her anywhere!

The two men seem to start at her sudden appearance and evident exasperation and worry, the potential handshake dropped as both turn to address.

Captain Darkwater: Molly? Ye fair fiery-haired lass? Nay, can't say I've seen her about lately... Mr Hawkins?

Griffin Hawkins: Not really..I mean I've been here all day and I saw a few cats pass in and out of this place...but I don't think I've seen her.

Melinda places a hand on her hip.

Mel: She's got to be around here somewhere... She was with me and Ruthanne earlier.

Griffin Hawkins: Maybe she went out for something?...I mean she's always in different places for whatever reason, but she always returns home.

She looks between Morgan and Griffin with an arched brow.

Mel: Having a little staredown fellas?

Morgan snorts and shakes his head.

Captain Darkwater: Surprisingly? Not at all... in fact, things weren't tense 'til just now. Now we be worried fer ye lass.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh no, we were just bonding with one another. Before you walked over we were about to do eachother's nails and hair...

The Rebel cocks her hip a bit.

Mel: First Ruthie & now you guys.... Why's everyone on my ass?

Griffin and the Captain exchange confused glances, almost as if silently saying "I didn't... did you?"

Captain Darkwater: No one here be havin' a go at ye, Mel. We really be concerned fer Molly...

She seemed a bit confused, running her fingers through her hair.

Mel: Right... yeah, fuck... my head is throbbing, anybody have aspirin?

Griffin Hawkins: Just relax Mel..wherever Molly is, I'm sure she'll turn up. I'll tell you what, after my match..we'll all go out and look for her, would that be okay?

The Captain nods, placing a reassuring hand on the Rebel's shoulder.

Captain Darkwater: Aye, that sounds like a good idea... I be free th' rest o' th' night, so if ye need me t' help with th' search just holler.

She rubbed her temples in circular motions to try and alleviate the pain in her skull.

Mel: Yeah, sure... These headaches are a son of a bitch.

She then noticed the belt on Morgan's shoulder, then looked him in the eye briefly before turning to Griffin.

Mel: I see what's going on here... You're after my - this championship.... you have to go through me first Griffin! I'll fight a friend, no fucking problem!

Griffin Hawkins: Whoa..what kind of crazy did you have for breakfast girl? Me and him already worked things out..I'll face whoever is in line for the title..

Morgan tries to step between them.

Captain Darkwater: Ye friend here speaks th' truth, Mel... turns out he be one o' th' respectable few back here, willin' to wait an' work fer what he wants rather than demandin' it... Unlike guys such as AJ an' his ilk.

She gripped either side of her throbbing skull.

Mel: I'll... nevermind... I need a fucking aspirin or some shit.

Captain Darkwater: Sounds like a plan... Mel, ye go sit an' rest. I'll bring a member o' th' medical staff or aspirin, whiche'er I come across first. Mr Hawkins? Good luck in ye match - I'll be payin' close attention, ye can bet on that.

Griffin Hawkins: Thanks, it was nice meeting you, I'll catch you both later.

As the three go their separate ways, the camera man notices someone in a far off corridor. AJ Johnson is seen peering his head out in view, obviously eavesdropping on the whole conversation. He glares after Melinda as we go to commercial

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Nostalgia and Magdalena Lockheart exit his trailer on the way to their tag team match against Rob Garcia and Keith Williams of the ReVnants. Magdalena is the first to cross the threshold, wearing a long black dress, Nostalgia steps out a few seconds later wearing his #StayWoke t-shirt, and sporting a pair of tights with one pant leg red, and the other black. As soon as their feet hit the cement, they are bombarded by a sea of fans hoping for autographs and pictures.

Magdalena and Nostalgia greet with the fans with hearty smiles as each fan or group of fans approach. Some ask for both their autographs, a lot ask for pictures with just Magdalena, and some ask for pictures of the duo together. After countless selfies and so many autographs they are shaking their hands free of carpal tunnel, a man budges through a few fans, almost knocking a little kid down in order to get in front of Nostalgia.

This fan to approach Nostalgia appears to be middle-aged. He has on a thick pair of sunglasses with long, red curly hair with a mustache and beard to match covering the majority of his face. When he speaks, Nostalgia feels like he knows the guy, but just can’t place.

Fan: Nostalgia, Nostalgia. Sign here please sir.

Nostalgia: Sure man. Who should I make it out to?

Fan: Just your Johnny Hancock will do just fine.

Nostalgia stares at the man, trying to place how he recognizes him, without noticing what he is signing is much thicker than any picture or regular piece of paper.

Fan: THANK YOU SIR! You Have Made me a Rich Man!

Nostalgia: What?

Fan: You’ve been SERVED!.

The fan drops the envelope by Nostalgia’s feet then heads through the crowd. The fan turns, and crouches down to watch Nostalgia pick up the envelope.

Magdalena: What was that about?

She asks she signs another autograph.

Nostalgia: I have no idea. Guess we are about to find out.

Nostalgia tears open the seal to find out he is being sued by….

At that moment, the fan yells….

FAN: NOSTALGIA YOU SUCK!

Nostalgia looks up to see the fan pull of the shades, the wig, and the fake facial hair to reveal himself as….



Nostalgia: Jeff Noon. Are you kidding me?

Jeff Noon: YOU SUCK NOSTALGIA! YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID! REVNANTS RULE! I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL! COURT I MEAN I’LL SEE YOU IN COURT! JACKASS!

Nostalgia and Magdalena have both stopped their autograph signing, as all the fans were also shocked by what they just witnessed and seemingly frozen in time.

Magdalena: Is that who I think it was?

Nostalgia: I believe so. Rob Garcia’s manager. And it appears he is suing me for that chair shot I delivered last week. Medical costs and Damages for emotional distress.

Magdalena: You’ve got to be kidding me. That's ridiculous.

Nostalgia: Son of a ….

Maggie is quick to cut me off before I curse in front of a bunch of kids.

Magdalena: Come on Nostalgia, let’s get in there.

Nostalgia uses his big boy voice to get the fans attention.

Nostalgia: Sorry to all the fans we couldn’t get to today. But we have a match to win. Thank you all so much for your love and support.

Magdalena blows a kiss to the fans as Nostalgia leads their way through the crowd, with a little help from the hired EWC security, as the make their way to the back entrance of Madison Square Garden.

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TAG TEAM MATCH

NOSTALGIA & MAGDALENA LOCKHEART

VS ROB GARCIA & KEITH WILLIAMS

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Carter: Strap yourself in, we got ourselves a good one coming up!

Bennett: Don’t give it away fo’ free!

“The Doomed” by A Perfect Circle cues over the Arena PA system and both Nostalgia and Magdalena Lockheart step out from behind the curtains onto the stage with the FSW Championship title over her left shoulder.


Aiello: Greetings folks, and welcome back with us here at the commentary booth.

Bennett: Is that how you’re gonna greet the nice people? You don’t want to hype them up and let them know that the ReVenants are about to share the ring with sum’ big sum’ bitches!? This is PPV quality on cable television, you’re getting your moneys worth!

Carter: That’s one way to put it, though I would never call Magdalena a...that b word.

The crowd reaction is heavily favorable for these two well-liked fighters as both of them gesture towards the stands from opposite sides of the stage. They meet in the center to nod at one another before Magdalena leads the pair down the entrance ramp with Nostalgia only a step behind.

Bennett: You got the FSW champion here, and those words from me are some respect. Nostalgia may have height and size, but he’s showing his brains being paired with such a world class athlete.

Aiello: Are you singing praises for Nostalgia? Is that a first?

Bennett: The ReVenants are gonna whup his ass for getting a win over Rob last week! But don’t worry he’s still undefeated! UWHC in the house!

Maggie cuts over towards the ring steps while Nostalgia uses his large frame to step up onto the ring apron from the floor using the ropes to balance himself as he peers over the roaring crowd. Lockhart adjusts her FSW Championship on her shoulder before gently sauntering up the steel steps that lead to the apron.

Aiello: Gotta say this is a pretty strong team here, The Revenants definitely have their work cut out for them tonight. Lockhart has proven herself a valiant champion and Nostalgia has proven time and time again he can score a victory when the chips are down.

Bennett: Obviously you don’t watch Rampage as the ReVs have plans for gold! And they like to score too!

Magdalena climbs the final steps and pulls herself towards the center of the ropes where she turns to face the fans. Nostalgia looms over her shoulders as she pulls open her trenchcoat to reveal her dark ring-gear underneath. Maggie steps through the ropes and rejoins Nostalgia inside the ring for a team pose, Nostalgia towering on high as Lockhart raises her FSW Championship up high.

Carter: You can hear the excitement in the crowd here tonight.

Bennett: It’s palpable, like heart after three double cheeseburgers.

"If it bleeds, we can kill it."

“And we’re TOOOOOO sleazy to bleeeeeeeed”

A voice calls from behind the curtain as a bad ass explosion pyrotechnic explodes at the top of the stage, "Paint It Black" by The Rolling Stones begins to play and the lights in the arena are snuffed out beneath a cloud of expensive expensive pyro. Red lights on the stage blink on and off, on and off, showing the outline of two figures that make their way out from behind the curtains.

Carter: You gotta wonder how much those pyros cost.

Bennett: So much that when they’re gone, you’ll miss them.

As the music picks up, the red lights start to blink more rapidly, and eventually the arena lights come back to life. Who are the two mystery men? The ReVenants! Rob Garcia with his World Heavy Undefeated self appointed Championship, and Keith Williams with the sleaze! Rob is posed in the middle of the two, back to the camera with his arms and clenched fists out to the side of his body, while Keith is leaned away from Rob and both pointing at each other with their two index fingers. Garcia spins around, a big grin on his face as he points to his two partners in crime.

Bennett: Would you look at that!!!

Carter: They’re just pointing at each other.

Bennett: But look at it!

The Big Bad Wolves both give each eachother a V hand gesture to each other, touching the ends of their fingers together and then immediately drawing back to pose some more, taking in the reaction of the crowd. Some people love it, but most people seem to hate it and the obvious nature of their super cockiness.

Bennett: I love it!

Carter: I hate it because of the obvious nature of their cockiness.

The ReVenants make their way down to the ring, taunting the fans as they go, Keith crotch chopping in the general direction of his groin and yelling, "Suck Plz!", while Rob rushes at and flips off fans brave enough to try to act tough with him. Upon reaching ringside, Keith does his usual sleaze shimmying groin thrusting of the bottom rope and mustache stroking, always stroking the stache. Rob rubs his championship with a twinkle in his eye as he continues towards the ring

Aiello: The amount of money that guy Keith spends on mustache wax I’ll never know.

Bennett: Your words are soaked in jealousy! Your just mad you don’t have a self appointed title like Rob!

Carter: I know I am.

Rob fakes out any fan foolish enough to think they can touch him or go for a high five, all the while laughing the entire time in their face. Keith and Rob join each other in the ring, the two posing together in the middle of the ring with Keith and Rob posing as they ascended to the middle turnbuckles to mock the fans.

Bennett: This is going to be a good match!

Aiello: With the talent it has, it’ll be hard to bet against that!

Rob and Keith play paper rock scissors to decide who gets to go first. Nostalgia isn’t waiting as he bum rushes both ReVenants and dumps them over the top rope with dual lariats!

Carter: Nostalgia not even waiting for the bell!

Bennett: He’s a crook! This is why the ReVs pick on him!

Aiello: All that taunting and teasing is going to come back to haunt them.

Keith and Rob quickly collect themselves and admonish Nos’ actions as the referee tries to get things in order. Lockhart shrugs as she goes to her respective corner while Keith lunges under the bottom rope to get into the ring, Rob taking his own corner.

DING DING DING

Nostalgia swings wildly at Keith who ducks under with a rear waist lock. Keith tries to power the larger Nostalgia down to the mat, but the Old Money Superstar wasn’t having any of that. Nostalgia applied a side headlock, really digging his knuckles into Keith’s chin before hoisting him over in a Judo Hip Throw.

Aiello: Nostalgia showing off that worldly style of his, seems he’s learned a thing or two from Lockhart!

Bennett: It’s out of this world alright, an unfair world!

Nostalgia continues the headlock from a seated position as Keith Williams flails his arms about, doing his best to escape Nos’ clutches! Nos keeps yelling at Keith to “Stay Woke!” but Keith tells ‘em “no!” Keith manages to slip his chin under Nos’ grasp and circles up to his feet with Nos meeting him there! The two men are vertical as Nos throws a right hook that Keith manages to duck under, Keith spinning around into a chop block on Nos’ left knee! Nos goes down as Keith rolls to his corner to tag in Rob.

Bennett: Quick tag, I like it!

Rob kisses his self appointed Undefeated Championship and then rushes into the ring with a wild elbow drop onto Nostalgia’s knee! Nos howls in pain as Rob torques the calf of Nos’ at an angle and applies pressure with a modified toe hold ankle lock!

Carter: Rob’s trying to pick the wound that Keith started!

Aiello: Nostalgia needs to tag in the fresh Maggie Lockhart!

Nostalgia starts to drag himself across the ring with vicious authority as the lighter Rob quickly releases the hold and then jumps to his feet and launches up then coming down with a knee drop on Nostalgia! Nostalgia yanks his own hair to deal with the pain as Rob grabs hold of Nos’ legs and looks to apply his patented cloverleaf submission!

Aiello: Nos is in trouble right here!

Carter: He’s gotta stop this!

Rob goes to apply the hold but Nos quickly snatches Garcia into a tight small package! The referee moves into position!

ONE!

TWO! 

KICKOUT BY ROB! 

Rob manages to rolls up to his knees, looking at the referee for confirmation it wasn’t a three count. Rob tells the ref that he’s undefeated, and has to stay that way. The distracted Rob manages to give Nostalgia all the time he needs as he makes the tag to Lockhart who thrusts through the ropes and into the ring like a wild stallion! Rob is greeted with a pair of pelting knife edge chops to the chest then throwing a leaping forearm into Garcia’s face!

Carter: Lockhart is peppering Garcia with those strikes!

Aiello: She’s a striker!

Lockhart goes for a spinning roundhouse kick but Garcia ducks underneath and counters with a snap Dragon Suplex! Lockhart is dumped on her head as Rob wipes his mouth, looking over to his corner to the very eager to be tagged Keith Williams.

Bennett: Rob making the right choice here, Lockhart needs to be wine, dined and sleazified!

Aiello: That’s deplorable.

Rob makes the tag to Keith as Keith jiggles his way into the ring and admires Lockhart’s figure. His adoration goes only for so long as Williams yanks Magdalena up to her feet and into a sick spinning Saito Suplex nearly dumping her on her head and neck! Keith makes a crying motion with his hands and then covers her hooking the inside leg. The referee gets into position and makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!

NOSTALGIA BREAKS UP THE PIN!

Nos lays his boot into the back of Keith’s head as Rob quickly enters the ring to eat a big boot from the giant Nostalgia! Nostalgia drags Lockhart over to his corner and quickly gets into the corner and reaches for the tag!

Carter: Nostalgia playing a huge supportive role, pulling his partner closer into the tag.

Bennett: It’s highway robbery if you ask me! Keith had it!

Lockhart jumps up and makes the tag to the very eager Nostalgia! The crowd roars in approval as Nos jumps through the ropes and is like a wildfire in there! Keith gets up to his feet and is greeted with a vicious european uppercut! And another! And another! Four total in sequence and Williams looks dazed!

Aiello: Nostalgia nearly beheading Williams with those uppercuts!!

Rob circles around to his feet as Nostalgia scoops up Williams into an Oklahoma Clutch. Rob pulls Keith off of Nos’ and both men deliver a double chop block to Nostalgia’s knees! Nostalgia crumbles like a collapsing tower.

Aiello: That thunderous wave of momentum from Nostalgia has been washed away in an instant!
Bennett: GOOD!

Rob lassos Nostalgia’s legs and locks in his Mexican Marijuana Leaf as Keith locks in his Cattle Mutilation Submission the T.O.L.O.! The double submission is locked in!

Aiello: The ReVs have him locked in! The referee is trying to break up the hold but they’re not responding!

The referee is pleading with them to let the damn man go! The referee begins to count to break the hold.

1

2

3

Bennett: Whoa! The ReVs are gonna throw it all away!?

4

Carter: They’re gonna lose it here!!!

Rob and Keith both relinquish the hold at the same time as Keith quickly slithers out of the ring like the sleazy serpent he is. Rob is trying to calm the referee down,coercing him into not disqualifying him.

Aiello: Rob’s trying to sweet talk to referee here, this whole match should be thrown out for their cheating!

In the midsts of the coercing Nostalgia makes it to the corner to tag in Lockhart! Rob quickly sees this and makes the tag to Williams!

Lockhart quickly rushes into the ring and so does Williams! Keith Williams quickly lashes out with a powerful left arm lariat and Lockhart ducks underneath circling behind Keith. Williams turns around when suddenly INSIDE CRESCENT KICK!

Aiello: ECLIPSIS! ECLIPSIS!

Carter: Lockhart with the Eclipsis Lunae out of nowhere!

Bennett: Keith’s out!

Lockhart hooks the outside leg, Rob’s rushing in! The referee makes the count!

ONE!

ROB LEAPS UP FOR ELBOW DROP!

TWO!!!

NOSTALGIA SPEARS ROB INTO THE GROUND!

THREE!!!!! 

DING DING DING

Nostalgia leaps up into the air like the biggest dog in the land. Lockhart wipes the sweat and hair from her brow as she lets out an exasperated whew. “DOOMED” By A Perfect Circle booms through the PA system.

Stroup: Winners of this match .. Nostalgia and Maggie Lockheart!!!!

Carter: Lockhart with an incredible show of speed and tact there hitting that inside crescent kick. She’s taken out some of the greats of FSW with that very move.

Bennett: Keith had an eyelash go rogue into his eyeball! I saw it all! TOTAL ROGUE!

Rob Garcia slides over to Keith, asking Williams if this counts against his undefeated streak. Maggie and Nos celebrate their hard fought victory.

Carter: What a match, neither team has anything to be ashamed of.

The remaining two members of the ReVenants, Neo Carner and Darian Gray, make their way down to the ring. Taking up arms with their fellow brothers as Keith and Rob are still reeling from the match they just had.

The music is immediately stopped and the building fills with the sound of severe thunderstorm. Quickly the lights begin to flicker and flash to match the sounds in the arena.

Carter: Sounds like rain...

Bennett: No shit sherlock.

Aiello: Keith has a big smile on his face... I think he knows where this is headed.

The lights flicker and flash as the crowd begins to pop as they await what always follows the sound of thunder in the EWC! The lights suddenly stop flickering as the roar of the thunderstorm continues. After a few moments the rumble of the storm stops... and the lights slowly come back on, and Luke Wolfe is standing in the ring with the ReVenants!!!

"YYYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!"

Carter: Luke Wolfe!!! Luke Wolfe is here on Brawl!!!

Bennett: You expected that Son of a Bitch not to come to Brawl 500 after the things Williams had to say about Luke, his vision for the X-Division and his brand on Rampage?

Aiello: Here in the EWC we are family across ALL brands, but certain wrestlers have their home, and Luke Wolfe, and his Legion is Rampage to the bone.

Luke stands leaning on the ropes, a microphone in one hand and the X-Division Title in the other. The ReVenants stand across the ring from him, Keith Williams standing center with a smile on his face locking eyes with the X-Division Champion. Keith begins jaw jacking at Luke, what he is saying can not be heard but Luke does not appear to be amused.

Luke: Shut... Up...

"YYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"

Luke: You decided to grace us with your appearance on Rampage, so I thought I would answer your invitation. This is Brawl 500 and I'm not here to rain on Brawl's parade... Good for you guys, but last Friday Night... You showed up on MY show in MY world and disrespected me, you disrespected the Rampage fans, and you disrespected the entire EWC with that little appearance you made... And THAT is something a smart man, would NEVER do.

Carter: I'm not sure if Luke knows this... but he's a bit outnumbered in that ring.

Keith gets a good laugh at the expense of Rampage as he and his friends laugh at Luke's expense.

Luke: I know you saw it, cuz you were standing right behind the curtain waiting. I got in the ring with one of Rampage's most impressive superstars last week, and I MOWED HIM DOWN! Not only as a message to the entire EWC, as to what the X-Division is going to become, but a message to that punk Drake in the back, that he is NOT the be all end all spirit of the EWC. I was doing EVERYONE here a favor. And then you and your mustache decided to come out and spit in the face of not only me... but the entire Rampage brand, and every fan in the arena and at home who lives and dies for the green brand. You decided... that even AFTER... I nearly blinded you with the fires of Hell at Wrestlefest, it would be a good idea to come out and pick a fight with The Messiah, knowing full well what I would do to you if you did. And I just have to ask the question... are you REALLY as stupid as you look mustache man?

The crowd pops and laughter echoes through the arena, Keith does not appear amused but his cohorts seem to be unaffected.

Luke: Now I'm used to guys getting shot, after shot, after shot at me. But NEVER have I seen someone so STUPID to come and pick a fight with me after they stepped in the ring with me. If it's handed to them sure, but to come looking for me after I burned your face off... after what I said will be the new X-Division, you have to be a special kind of stupid. You see I have a long track record of beating guys who are given another shot... what makes you think... You have any chance at all? What makes you think... YOU ARE EVEN IN MY LEAGUE???

"YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!"

With a smile on his face, Keith goes and grabs a microphone, he raises it to speak and Luke quickly walks over and puts his hand over the mic, shaking his head no. The ReVenants step up but Williams assures him that everything is fine, so they back off. Luke throws the X-Division Championship up on his shoulder.

Luke: If you have a death wish, I am more than happy to put you six feet under! I will BURY you... and this dream of yours. This world of "Sleaze" that the world needs. That they NEED the XXX Division, I am going to put an end to it once and for all. When I leave you in the middle of this ring, a bloody beaten and mutilated corpse!

"YYYYEEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Luke removes his hand from the mic, and lets Keith speak.

Keith: You know, I've always pictured myself as somewhat of a Charles Bronson. So maybe I DO have a death wish. But, Luke... It looks like math isn't your strong suit. Because while I see four of us. I only see ONE of you.

"BOOOOOOOO!!!"

Keith: And for someone who likes to accuse me of being stupid... Did you really think it was a good idea to show your face here... All by yourself? 

Now Keith signals to the ReVenants to move in on Luke, when suddenly the lights go out once again!

The crowd ERUPTS!!! The sound of static echoes through the arena, when suddenly the jumbo tron comes to life!

From a dead silence we hear hear the distorted voice say

"Y-Y-Y-You are"

"You are NOT alone"

When the lights come back on, the rest of Legion are standing in the ring with him!

Aiello: LEGION! The rest of Legion has arrived here on Brawl!

Carter: Luke was never alone!

Bennett: The damn son of a bitch had his back up here the whole time!

Gabriel Martin, Olivia Saint, Luke Wolfe, and Annabelle maintain a stare down with Neo Carner, Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, and Darian Gray, neither group budging.

Carter: Suddenly the numbers are even!

Luke raises the microphone one last time.

Luke: If you want a match, run... Go cry to Mac and beg for one. BUT... If you get one, it's going to be MY X-Division. You're going to have to face your fear! Step into the ring, shed blood, fight till the bitter end, and be ready to DIE... To hold THIS...

Luke raises the belt into the air.

Luke: Because THAT is what MY X-Division represents. You see THIS... This is MY World! And my world has a high cost of living. We'll be waiting... And watching.

Suddenly the lights go out once again, and when they raise back up Legion is gone. Keith laughs to himself expecting all along that Legion would pull their disappearing act.

Aiello: Luke Wolfe certainly does raise the stakes when it comes to the X-Division...

Carter: Die? Is he serious? Be ready to die in the ring for that championship?

Bennett: He's dead serious... You could see it in his eyes. Son of a Bitch, that's crazy. They aren't gonna let him start bringing guns and knives to the ring are they?

Aiello: I would assume the line would be drawn somewhere long before that.

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Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen I am joined at this time by current FSW star and former member of the Brawl roster Xavier Reid…

The camera pans out to show Xavier Reid standing next to Ace Heart.

Ace Heart: I could beat around the bush and settle here by asking you how you are doing, how things are going in FSW and questions that ignore the elephant in the room so, Xavier, tonight you are here at Brawl 500 as well an outsider, a once was and well as a guest and I have to ask how are you feeling walking around a place you once called home?

Xavier Reid: I’m not going to lie to you Ace, it’s tough...a lot of memories have been rushing over me today being here at Brawl and those memories are warm ones. I have been all around the world, the US, Mexico, the UK and Japan and I have had success everywhere I have gone, been a champion in every company I wrestled in...except one...the EWC. I once came here on a high, fresh off two very successful years where I was a World Champ, a UK Champ and a IC Champion and I walked through these doors expecting the success to continue like it always did yet I found nothing but disappointment. For the first time in my career I struggled right out of the gate and I let that failure get to me...it ate away at me...and it’s what drove me out of the EWC and to leave Brawl. You can say I took the easy way out, hell you wouldn’t be the first to say it and I couldn’t argue that point...I did...I took my ball and went home but that was the past...that was a kid unable to understand how this business works. What made me great also brought out the worst in me but I have put that all behind me Ace...I took a long break and did some deep soul searching to see who I was and what I wanted...and it brought me back to the EWC…

There are a few cheers from the MSG fans…

Xavier Reid: Yes I could have talked my way back onto the Brawl roster...made a few phone calls and told those in power how sorry I was and walked back onto this roster and started where I left off...hell I could have gone right over to Rampage and told them I just needed a chance of pace and could have showed up on Friday nights but I needed to do things the right way...to earn my way back and that’s why I went to FSW...it’s why after a successful 5 months in FSW I didn’t run at the first chance I got...I have unfinished business there...the FSW Championship. It’s all that is on my mind right now and I even thought about skipping Brawl 500...to stay out in LA and get myself ready for FSW # 53 and my battle with Otaki but I wanted to come here and remind myself why I am fighting so hard...what is there at the finish line. I look around Brawl and see champions like Neo James Carner, Morgan Darkwater and Drake himself and know I want to put myself in position to challenge them for EWC gold...I wanted to come to Brawl 500 and see champions like Ace King, Luke Wolfe and Maggie Lockheart and know I belong in that same sentence. I wanted to come here and force myself to watch them in that ring on this HUGE night for the EWC and let the jealousy burn away in the pit of my stomach...to hear the voices in my ear asking ‘why aren’t you in there’...I want to be haunted by this moment and remind myself of EVERYTHING I walked away from.

The camera fades off Ace and only onto the face of Xavier Reid

Xavier Reid: I want tonight to hurt...to be burnt into the memory banks so I’ll sit here and watch it all...to want it all and then use that to light a fire under my ass in 2018 and bring out an Xavier Reid the wrestling world has never seen. In a business where people like me look into this camera and make promises on a weekly basis that they have maybe at best a 50/50 chance of achieving I speak now to all the EWC fans that this time next year Xavier Reid will not be dressed in a nice jacket and pants doing an interview from the backstage area...I will be inside that ring then the EWC is having a monumental show, that when you talk about the must see EWC stars that my name will be included in that list.

There is more applause from the sold out Brawl crowd.

Xavier Reid: Less than 24 hours ago at FSW #53 in Los Angeles...

That applause quickly turns to more boos at the mention of Los Angeles because of the whole NY/LA thing but Xavier just smiles and pauses.

Xavier Reid: Less than 24 hours ago at FSW #53 in Los Angeles AND don't pretend you guys weren't all watching I had the match of my EWC Career against someone in this company who is held in such high regard for what she does inside that ring and maybe less for what she does outside that ring but someone that has beaten some of the very best the EWC has to offer regardless of what brand they are on, someone who beat the odds and HEADLINED a ppv for the EWC Undisputed Championship and someone who put the FSW on the map here in EWC and I'm of course speaking of Otaki...

The mention of Otaki bring the Brawl fans back around and cheers rain out for the EWC star.

Xavier Reid: It was the match that brought me to the FSW, she was the opponent I wanted to measure myself against and it was the win I needed to tell me that yeah, Xavier Reid does belong in the EWC and yet here I stand with you Ace and you lead off with my past failures in hopes of what, embarrassing me, in hopes of minimizing what was an amazing win for me last night...

Ace Heart: No that's not...

Xavier Reid: SHUT UP!!!! Stand there and hold that microphone like the good prop you are, you had your chance to make this a nice little reunion, I nice 'welcome back Xavier, great job last night' but you decided nope, lets tear down the guy so you lost any chance of ending this interview with a cute little backhanded slap to the face, I'm done being the joke that walked out of the EWC all those years ago...

Xavier is drawing a little heat from the Brawl crowd as he goes nose to nose with Ace Heart.

Xavier Reid: 2018 is going to be a year like you have never seen before and I’m putting everyone in the EWC on notice, from the owner to the gm’s...from the champions to the other roster members...I am coming to right all my wrongs here in the EWC...to be the man I believed I was all those years ago...to be the star that should have walked through those doors all those years ago...that fire that once burned like a blazing inferno is back, Xavier Reid is back, now enjoy the rest of your evening…

And with that Xavier walks off camera...

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SINGLES MATCH

AJ JOHNSON

VS KESTREL

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Aiello: That was Xavier Reid .. before he spoke backstage with Ace Heart we witnessed some terrific Tag Team action. I have a feeling the fans will be talking about that match for weeks to come. Coming up with two competitors looking to steal the show in AJ Johnsons and Kestrel.

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.

"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.

Aiello: AJ Johnson is looking to follow up a tough loss against Neo James Carner with a strong performance and victory to boot over Kestrel.

Bennett: Look at him, he is the epitome of Showtime. Magic Johnson ain’t got shit on him.

Carter: AJ Johnson is always a man at the center of attention. I will give him that.

Bennett: You won’t give him shit Carter, he takes what he wants.

Carter: Except the Television Title last week.

Bennett: He didn’t really want that. Don’t you listen? He should be fighting for the Undisputed Title.

Stroup: And his opponent...weighing in at 155 pounds and hailing from Parts Unknown… KESSSSSTRRRRRELLLLL!

The overhead lights dim as the sound of a chopper flying overhead fills the air, the opening for 'Torture' taking over a few seconds later. As the song kicks into proper gear alongside of Layla Brooklyn Allman's scream, lights of a muted shade of pink and white swirl out over the crowd as smoke rises up through the grating of the rampway, the crowd filling the air with their boos in anticipation for the woman that is about to come out. The song jumps to the chorus as Kestrel emerges from the back, the slender blond thrusting her fists over her head garnering more of that heated reaction… though such is not something that she seems concerned with. Rather, it appears that the gesture is for her own benefit, and hers alone if one goes by the deep breath she takes before she's in motion anew. As she makes her way down the ramp, it becomes readily apparent that she's not paying the crowd much of a reaction at all-- even a brave fan's successful attempt to run his fingers through the long strands of her hair is ignored beyond the faintest flick of her head away from the touch. Climbing the stairs, Kestrel puts her back to the ring ropes as she looks out over the crowd, though it could be argued quite easily that she's looking past them. A subtle shake of her head and she's kicking off the ring apron to flip into the ring, landing lightly on her feet. From there, she merely makes her way over to her corner and waits for the match to begin.

Aiello: This is Kestrel’s first appearance of 2018. She was very impressive in her 2017 run, yet was not able to win the Television Title. I am sure she is hoping to get herself back into title contention with a victory tonight.

Carter: Kestrel took down some big names in 2017. She will look to kick off 2018 with a win over a man who thinks his name is the biggest of them all in AJ Johnson.

Bennett: Thinks? It doesn’t get any better than AJ Johnson. If I had a World’s Greatest Medal, I would pin it on him.

DING DING DING

Johnson storms out of the corner, and goes for a Clothesline, but Kestrel ducks it. Johnson turns and is met with a vicious kick to the right knee of Johnson. Kestrel quickly grabs the leg of Johnson and takes him down a Dragon Screw. Kestrel begins to stomp on the right knee of Johnson. She slides out of the ring, grabs the leg of Johnson, and pulls it half off the apron. As she lifts, and before the can slam the knee on the apron, Johnson delivers a kick to the face, causing Kestrel to release her grip. Johnson pushes himself backward, and goes to stand, but staggers a second and grabs his knee, giving Kestrel the time to slide into the ring. As soon as Kestrel steps toward Johnson, Johnson leaps and connects with a Dropkick, sending Kestrel back into the ropes.

Carter: Kestrel with a smart move attacking that knee off the bat. AJ Johnson usually has more UMPH behind that dropkick, but he couldn’t get as much momentum as usual.

Bennett: A genius like AJ Johnson, he is just baiting her.

Kestrel is quick to get back to her feet, but Johnson is on top of her, connecting with a few forearm strikes. He goes for another but Kestrel manages to grab the arm, and transition into an Arm Wringer. She jerks down the shoulder off Johnson, causing him to drop to a knee. But only for a moment as Johnson bounces right back up and connects with a violent Forearm to the nose of Kestrel followed by a kick to the gut then reverses into an Arm Wringer of his own.

Kestrel drops to mat, and does a roll, followed by an Upkit, but as he lands, Johnson releases the hold, Kestrel turns and is taken down by a hard Clothesline from Johnson. Johnson begins gloating in the face of the Kestrel which motivates Kestrel to get to her feet, but as she is pushing herself up from her hands and knees, Johnson steps up and delivers a punt kick to the gut of Kestrel sending her right back to the mat. Johnson reaches down, grabs the hair of Kestrel and drags her to her feet. He hooks her head and arm, then delivers a quick Snap Suplex. He goes for a nonchalant cover. The ref counts…

ONE
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.kickout by Kestrel.

Aiello: Not even a two count, it will take much more than that to finish off a woman as tough as Kestrel.

Carter: I think that pin was more a psychological pinfall attempt than one to win the match.

AJ Johnson storms to feet, and runs his hands through his hair before taunting Kestrel again, this time with the Middle Finger salute. Kestrel explodes off the mat and catches AJ Johnson off guard by grabbing his head and taking him down with a Single Leg Facebuster. This time Kestrel goes for the pin...the ref counts…

ONE
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Tw...kickout by AJ Johnson

Carter: AJ Johnson got cocky, and it almost cost him there.

Bennett: Please. He has her right where he wants him.

Carter: You mean, he wants to be losing this match?

Kestrel rolls off of AJ Johnson, but right in position to set-up, then lock in a Kimora Lock.

Aiello: This may be it here folks. Hollowed Bones can definitely end with broken bones.

AJ Johnson is writhing in pain. Frantically trying to find a way out of the move. The ref checks to see if he quits, Johnson’s response cannot be aired on live TV, but the answer was “No.” Johnson fully extends his legs, which lucky for him, happens to place them under the ropes. The ref taps on Kestrel’s shoulder and points it out to her. She still doesn’t let go so the ref counts…

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Kestrel releases the hold before the ref can count to 5. Johnson grabs his arm in agonizing pain, then proceeds to toll out of the ring before Kestrel can get to him. As Johnson takes a few steps away from the ring, holding his arm, Kestrel drops down to the mat and rolls out to follow him. But as she does, Johnson steps up and catches Kestrel off guard with a Superkick, knocking her back into the apron, then onto the outside. Johnson stomps on the back of her head a few times for good measure before rolling into the ring. He yells at the ref to start the Count-Out…

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FOUR
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FIVE...Kestrel begins to stir
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SIX
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SEVEN…

At 7, AJ Johnson notices Kestrel begins pushing herself to her feet. Realizing she would make it back into the ring, he breaks up the count by rolling back to the outside. He delivers a punt kick to the ribs of Kestrel again. Then begins stomping on her gut repeatedly. He stops only to throw his hair back and gloat a bit before grabbing Kestrel by the hair and yelling an unairable obscenity at her. He slams Kestrel’s head into the apron a few times before rolling her into the ring. He walks over to a fan and acts like he is going to exchange a High-Five, but pulls back before contact is made. AJ laughs then heads to the ring and slides back in. He gets in the ring and goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE
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TWO
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.Th...kickout by Kestrel

Aiello: AJ Johnson seems to have turned momentum in his favor. Kestrel could be in trouble.

Carter: Kestrel is one of the toughest competitors in the EWC to put down. I have a feeling this match is far from over.

AJ Johnson gets up and berates the ref for an alleged slow count. As he berates the ref, Kestrel gets to her feet and charges at AJ, but AJ moves at the last second, causing Kestrel to hit the ref with a Flying Elbow…

Carter: Oh No! The ref took a vicious elbow from Kestrel meant for AJ Johnson. He is down and out.

Bennett: Serves him right. He should pay attention.

Johnson charges, going for a Clothesline, but Kestrel turns and ducks it just in time. As soon as Johnson turns, he is met with a kick to the right knee. This staggers Johnson, giving Kestrel the chance to connect with a Hammerlock Legsweep DDT.

Aiello: Haggard Landing! What a devastating Move!

Carter: But it is all for naught as of now the ref is still out.

Kestrel sees this an opportunity though, as she grabs the right knee she has been targeting, sets up, then puts AJ Johnson in the Nagata Lock.

Aiello: Grounding Vines! Kestrel could win this match.

Bennett: Not without a referee jackass.

Kestrel is close enough to the ref to push him as AJ Johnson is writhing in pain. He has nowhere to go. Kestrel this time slaps the ref on the back, and he finally begins to stir. She focuses back on Grounding Vines, forcing more torque on the knee of AJ Johnson. Kestrel looks over to see the ref pulling himself up the ropes. AJ Johnson taps out. The ref waves his hand so Kestrel releases the hold. But after she gets to her feet, the ref falls back down.

Carter: Oh No! Kestrel had that match won. She thought that was the call for the bell.

She walks up and starts nudging the ref. But as she tries to get the ref back up, AJ Johnson has struggled to get to his feet. He comes up behind and a hard Forearm shot to the back of Kestrel’s head. Then clotheslines her over the top rope and onto the outside. AJ drops to the mat and rolls out. He grabs Kestrel by the hair, drags her to her feet, and whips her into the Ringpost. Kestrel’s head hits the ringpost and she drops. AJ looks over at the ref to see he is starting to get to his feet again but not quite with it, so he reaches under the ring and pulls out a chair. He checks the ref one more time before cocking back and driving it into the back of Kestrel’s head and neck area.

Aiello: Oh My God! AJ Johnson is out of control.

Bennett: Looks like he is pretty control to me.

Carter: Kestrel had this match won, but now she is in bad shape. AJ might have just stolen this victory from her.

The loud thud draws the ref’s attention but AJ has dropped the chair and kicked it back under the ring. He grabs Kestrel, drags her to her feet, then rolls her in the ring. It takes him longer than usual to get into the ring. He makes in the ring, hooks the legs, going for the cover… the ref slowly gets in position and makes the count…

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TWO
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THRE….kickout Kestrel

Aiello: KESTREL GOT HER SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Bennett: Thanks to yet another slow count by the ref.

Carter: That is unbelievable, she looked like she was out cold. Instinct must have kicked in.

Johnson once again berates the ref. After a few seconds of screaming and cursing, Johnson walks back to Kestrel, he grabs her by the head, and sets her in position to attempt The Day Dreaming, but Kestrel counters with a Back Body Drop. Kestrel drops to a knee, AJ Johnson is slow to get up. As Kestrel turns, Johnson goes for a kick to the gut, but Kestrel catches the leg, spins him around, with a kick to the bad knee of Johnsons. She then sets him up and takes him down with a 68 Comeback Special. Kestrel slowly goes for the pin… the ref counts…

ONE
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THRE...kickout by AJ Johnson

Aiello: Kestrel almost had Johnson with the Snagged Creance.

Kestrel grabs the right leg of Johnson, but Johnson responds with a kick to the face of Kestrel, forcing his to lose her grip. Johnson pops up, but drops to a knee holding his knee before he gets to his feet. He connects with a Forearm shot to Kestrel, then follows it up by driving his knee into the gut of Kestrel. He quickly sets up, struggles to lift her, but he manages to lift, and drives her down with a Brainbuster Suplex. Johnson goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE
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TWO
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THRE…kickout by Kestrel

Aiello: Johnson is getting noticeably frustrated. He must be wondering what it will take to put Kestrel down.

Carter: What a match! These two competitors are both equally determined to win.

Johnson slams his fists on the mat. He gets to a knee, holding his right knee as he pushes himself to his feet. He stomps on head of Kestrel a few times for good measure before heading to the corner. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, but the pain in his knee slows him down. He sets up, leaps, and goes for a Moonsault, but Kestrel rolls out of the way at the last second. It takes a few seconds for Kestrel to gain her composure, but as she does, she pounces on AJ Johnson, and manages to lock in Tangled Jesses. AJ Johnson is in obvious pain. He is pulling at his hair, then reaches for the ropes, but is too far. He slams down on the mat, tries to roll back and forth, but in the end he is forced to Tap Out.

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here is your winner…..KESSSTRELLLLLL!

Carter: Kestrel has done it. She has won her 2018 debut. The submission specialist hada strategy and she found a way to win.

Bennett: I didn’t know getting lucky was a strategy.

The ref raises Kestrel’s arm as she gets to her feet. She doesn’t celebrate, just gives AJ Johnson a look that could pierce one’s soul before dropping to the mat, and rolling out of the ring.

Aiello: These two put on an absolute clinic here today. Both competitors showed resolve and resiliency. Stayed tune to see Griffin Hawkins make his return to the EWC ring when he faces off against Anthony Grunge. Plus much much more.

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SINGLES MATCH

GRIFFIN HAWKINS

VS ANTHONY GRUNGE

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Aiello: We’re back at ringside just in time for the return of Brawl’s own Griffin Hawkins! We saw Hawkins return to the EWC back before the year end break, and this New York crowd is more than ready to see him in action.

Carter: And action there’ll be, as he takes on Brawl mainstay, Anthony Grunge, right here and right now!

Let you Down by Seether begins to blast on the PA. system. Anthony Grunge walks down to the ring along with Johnny Sinclair.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Now making his way to the ring, accompanied by Johnny Sinclair. From Hollywood, California, he stands five feet, ten inches and weighs in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds. He is 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.

Bennett: Someone tell me why this son of a bitch still has a job? I haven’t seen Grunge win a match since the damned Jets were in the Super Bowl.

Aiello: Harsh, but hard to argue. Still, it’s hard to imagine a Brawl without the One Man Mosh Pit somewhere on the card.

Bennett: Oh, I can. And it’s a beautiful thing.

The spotlight shines on a young man who seems to be playing a guitar on stage. After playing a long, uninterrupted solo...he strokes the guitar in one fell swoop, setting off the pyros on stage! The lights come on to reveal Griffin Hawkins! He has his guitar in hand as "Made in Hell" by Rob Halford blasts in. He walks down the ramp, carrying his guitar as he slaps hands with a few fans. Signs reading "Griffin Rocks!" and "EWC gets Metal!" are seen as he comes down the ramp.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, making his way to the ring from Los Angeles, California. Standing six feet, two inches, and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds. He is the Rock Soldier … Griffin … Hawkins!

He sets his guitar by the steps and gets in the ring. He then proceeds to get on the ropes, raising the devil horns in the air as the crowd cheers him on. Soon he gets off the ropes, taking off his denim vest with various band patches on it off and sets it out of the ring. He gets out of the ring and goes to the front row, putting his aviator sunglasses on a young fan. After he gets in the ring, he waits for his opponent.

Carter: Hawkins back and looking to return to his winning ways, assuming he can make it past Grunge.

Bennett: Make it past Grunge You’re joking, right? All Hawkins needs to do is blow real hard and it’s timber!

DING DING DING

Grunge charges out of the corner and catches Hawkins in the gut, running him back into the corner. Hawkins brings his hands up, but Grunge lifts a knee to his gut, then drives a back elbow into his jaw. Backing up, Grunge grabs the top rope and stomps hard at Hawkins’ gut, slowly driving the bigger man down into the lower buckle. Backing away, Grunges turns and runs back in, looking for a knee smash, but Hawkins drops and rolls out to the floor. Grunge stops himself just before hitting the post. Turning, he sees Hawkins sliding back in and runs over with a quick elbow drops to the back of Hawkins’ shoulders, then drags the man to his feet. Hawkins aims an elbow for the man’s gut, but Grunge evades and hoists Hawkins’ up before bringing him down with an atomic drop. Straightening from the pain, Hawkins turns around into a stiff clothesline from Grunge, who drops down for the cover.

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Hawkins easily kicks out and rolls away.

Carter: Grunge showing why he’s been such a foundation here on Brawl, testing the rust of Griffin Hawkins.

Aiello: Hawkins the bigger, potentially stronger of the two, but he was a little slow off the start and Anthony took advantage. One he’s keeping here in the opening minutes.

Dragging Hawkins to his feet, Grunge looks to run him into the corner, but Hawkins gets a foot up to stop the momentum, quickly spinning around and shoving Grunge chest-first into the corner. As the man recoils, Hawkins leaps up to bring him down with a falling neck breaker. Grunge rolls away, clutching his neck while getting to a knee, but Hawkins rushes in and swings up and around with a head scissors takedown. Grunge hits the mat and arches in pain, still managing to roll over and push to his feet as Hawkins walks over to drop a knee down across the back of his neck. Hawkins pulls Grunge up and whips him to the ropes, then leap frogs as he comes back. Grunge bounces off the ropes again and Hawkins catches him with a mule kick before spinning around and dropping him with an X-factor. Grunges rolls over holding his face and Hawkins stacks him up for a cover.

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Grunge kicks himself loose, shoving Hawkins away. On the outside, Johnny screams at both Hawkins and the referee, before calling something to Grunge. Grunge gets to his knees as does Hawkins. Griffin closes the distance and stomps at the side of Grunge’s head, knocking him back down. Hawkins drops an elbow across Grunge’s shoulders, then swings to his feet and drops a leg across the back of his head. Pulling a dazed Grunge to his feet, Hawkins scoops him up onto his shoulders and ducks forward with a rolling fireman’s carry. Coming to his feet, he pops up onto the bottom rope and kicks out, dropping down with a body splash. Grunge rolls out to the apron, clutching his ribs, as Hawkins pushes back up to his feet and gives chase. Following out onto the apron, he starts to pull Grunge back up to his feet, but Grunge elbows him in the gut. Hawkins doubles, and Grunge drives a knee into his face, almost knocking him off the apron. Grunge grabs him and lifts him up, before falling over backward, vertical suplexing Hawkins from the apron down to the floor. The crowd ‘oohs’ as both men smash into the thin mats with full impact.

Bennett: Welcome home, Hawkins!

Carter: Grunge with a huge suplex off the apron and both men landing hard on those thin mats. That’s pure concrete under there, folks, just to give you some idea of how that feels.

Bennett: It don’t even come close, kid, believe me on that.

Sinclair stands at one of the corners, calling out for Grunge to get up as the official stands at the ropes and begins his ten counts. On the floor, Grunge rolls to his side, pushing himself up to his knees as the ringside fans call down to Hawkins, trying to bring him back around. Johnny applauds Grunge, motioning him over to where Hawkins lies limp. Using the apron to pull himself up, Grunge rolls into the ring to break up the count, then drops back out to the floor. Shaking the daze loose, he grabs Hawkins by the hair and pulls him up, spinning him around and lighting him up with a chop to the chest. He hits a second, then a right handed cross straight to Hawkins’ jaw, knocking him back against the post. Grunge takes a couple steps back, then runs up and leaps in with a stinger splash… but Hawkins ducks away, leaving Grunge to smash into the steel post with a metallic sound. Still on his feet, Grunge wobbles in a daze, slowly turning around just as Hawkins jumps up and pulls him down into a codebreaker. Bouncing off the knee, Grunge’s eyes glaze over for a second, as Hawkins scrambles back to his feet and tries to wrestle the bulkier Grunge back into the ring. Climbing up onto the apron, he ascends to the top turnbuckle and measures the distance before launching off with a frog splash, connecting hard enough to bounce himself off Grunge, who curls into a ball. Hawkins rolls back over and flattens Grunge out, hooking the leg.

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Grunge somehow gets the shoulder up, but to Sinclair’s relief, as the old man collapses against the side of the ring apron. Pushing up to his knees, Hawkins stares up at the referee in shock, as the official again motions a two-count.

Aiello: The resilience of Anthony Grunge on full display. Hawkins questioning that last count, it looks like.

Bennett: I question any count on Grunge that isn’t an immediate three.

Carter: We’ve seen Grunge take some monstrous beatings, Steve. The man doesn’t know how to quit.

Bennett: Yeah, that’s the problem!

Getting to his feet, Hawkins climbs out to the apron and motions to the crowd, getting them amped up before leaping onto the top rope and spring boarding off with a guillotine leg drop… but Grunge rolls out of the way. Landing hard on his tail bone, Hawkins calls out and goes rigid, teeth clenched in pain. Using the ropes, Grunge slowly pulls himself to his feet and looks over his shoulder at Hawkins. Turning, he hits a baseball-style dropkick to Hawkins’ back, adding even more damage. Reaching back for his spine, Hawkins tries to turn to his knees, but Grunge grabs him and pulls him up, only to run him head and shoulder-first into the corner. Hawkins slumps to his knees, and Grunge turns him over to deliver a series of stomps to his sternum. Backing away, Grunge runs forward and looks for the Bronco Buster, but Hawkins gets a boot up just in time, leaving Grunge to land on it crotch-first before dropping to the mat.

Bennett: Now that’s a straight-up low blow right there! Tell that zebra to ring the bell!

Aiello: Sinclair seems to agree with you, but it looked more like Grunge landed on Hawkins’ boot. Not intentional, so the official is letting it go.

Bennett: Where the hell was this bat-blind-baboon when I was pulling stunts like that?!

Taking a second to catch his breath, Hawkins slowly begins to use the ropes to pull himself back up, bracing against the buckles to keep from stumbling. Reaching up to sweep back his hair, he beckons Grunge to stand up, the motion growing insistent as the crowd builds behind him. Getting to his knees, Grunge manages to force himself up, almost immediately staggering as he turns to face Hawkins, who lunges out of the corner with the Shot in the Dark! ... Only to miss as Grunge slaps the foot away and delivers an unsteady kick to Hawkins’ gut. Doubling him over, Grunge pulls him in for the Grunge Plunge, but Hawkins back body drops him up and over, Rebel Rhodes-style. Grunge lands hard and sits up, slowly getting his feet under him with his back to Hawkins. Moving quick, Hawkins ties Grunge’s arms up and swings around, leaping up and kicking his legs out to bring Grunge face-first into the mat with the South of Heaven! The crowd erupts as Grunge goes limp. Swinging around, Hawkins rolls him over and hooks the leg.

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DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, the Rock Soldier… Griffin … Hawkins!

Bennett: Oh, no, he lost. What an upset by Hawkins.

Aiello: Sarcasm notwithstanding, Grunge brought the fight to Hawkins, but the Rock Soldier makes a triumphant return to Brawl here on our 500th episode!

Carter: Griffin Hawkins sure to be a major player here in the 2018 season, starting right here tonight. Don’t go looking for the remote just yet, though, people, we’ve still got some of the biggest names in the business on the way, including a hell of a main event, as Amis Shelton takes one Drake. Stay with us, because we’ll be right back!

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A rumor had been carefully fed to Molly O'Hatherine that had sent her on this journey to one of the back lots of Madison Square Garden. She wrapped her left hand tightly with the weighted chain she always carried in her pocket, ready to do damage.

She had heard tale that Samael Scrybe was in attendance and that he had set up camp in this spot. She felt in her mind, ready for tricks and traps and yet her emotions were already starting to get the better of her when she came across him.

Molly arrives at the empty backlot to find Scrybe standing there confident, his hands crossed before him. He chose a rather expensive, custom tailored business suit in dark slate, that damned Book clasped tightly to his chest.

Scrybe: Ah.... There you are Ms. O'Hather-GHHACK!!!

She crossed the length of the room, her fist impacting with his jaw and sending him spiraling to the floor. Moisture was forming in her eyes as she glared with absolute hatred upon him.

Molly: WHAT DID YE' DO TO HER YA' BASTARD?!!! WHAT DID YE' DO TA' ME LOVE???!!!!

Scrybe wiped a bit of blood from his lip, but seemed otherwise unaffected as he sat up on the dusty floor.

Scrybe: Well you see, my dear child, it's not exactly what I did but what you and your friend The Rebel did when you took her from our care. You see, she was so valuable to our purposes that a safeguard was necessary. The kind of safeguard that activated when she was taken a certain distance from that chamber, separating her spirit from her physical body... you may have latter back in your possession, but I can assure you her essence remains with us. In short, if you had left her where she was, she would be fine and not in her current torn state.

The Ginger Ninja moved in quickly and gathered him up by the collar of his suit.

Molly: Fix her.... Fix her now and I wonnae' beat ye' ta' death where ye' sit!!!!

Scrybe: I would, but only for a price.... I require a soul, any soul really. Yours, your friends, a random strangers, whatever you can spare, Ms. O'Hatherine.

Molly's gaze narrowed.

Molly: What about yer own.... lad?

She reared her fist back, only to stop as a sudden shadow loomed over both her and Scrybe. Moments later, her vision filled with stars, her skull exploding with pain as the metallic ping of a lead pipe made contact with the back fo her head. She fell unconscious beside Scrybe.

The hooded figure offered a hand to Scrybe, who promptly took it and was raised up to his feet.

Scrybe: Well struck... As you can see, I've played my role as bait.  Now, what will you do with her... Mr Johnson?

The man removed his hood to reveal the peroxide blond hair and tanned features of AJ Johnson, who glared down at Molly with a predatory scowl.

AJ: I've got a few ideas.....

Scrybe gave a pleasent smile in return as he slowly steps back into the shadows, vanishing into the night and leaving Johnson to his malicious devices...

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SINGLES MATCH

MELINDA RHODES

VS EMMA LOUISE

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Aiello: Allllllllllrighty then ... Here we go folks, our next match of the night. Two women who are not strangers to this grand stage that is Brawl and the EWC

#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 headbangs along with the Rebel as her theme plays over the P/A.  Her hands clap with the beat along with the fans, a smile playing across those ruby red lips

Jessica Stroup:  FROM CORTEZ, COLORADO, STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND ELEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY TWO POUNDS...

RRRRRREEEEBBBBBEEEEEELLLLL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!  

The crowd pops and Melinda raises her arm with a three fingered salute to the fans.

Aiello:  It's unclear the mental state of Melinda Rhodes entering this match.

Carter:  After her last two matches, she's understandably frustrated, but from her promo, I wonder if she's bipolar or something.

Bennett:  Crazy is as crazy does, Maxi Pad.

Jessica Stroup:  AND HER OPPONENT.... 

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

Jessica Stroup:  FROM LOS SANTOS, STANDING AT FIVE FEET AND SIX INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT SEVERAL POUNDS OF GIRLY GOODNESS.... EEEEMMMMMAAAAAA LLLOOOOOUUUUIIIISSSSEEEEE!!!!

Of course the crowd pops big for the lovable redhead and she smiles back before hopping down from her perch.  The smiles vanish as she brings herself face to face with Melinda Rhodes.  Surprisingly, there is a look of guilt in the Rebel's eyes as the two lock gazes.  Words exchange between the two before Emma suddenly shoves The Rebel back.  The normally good girl gives her a middle finger and shouts, "LET'S SEE WHO'S THE CHEW TOY AFTER THIS!"

Aiello:  Emma Louise letting the Rebel know that she won't be steam rolled over tonight!

The Rebel gives an approving nod and shouts back, "ALRIGHT, LET'S DO THIS!"

Referee Paul Turner slips into the ring, the veteran reading both women the riot act and then motioning for the bell.

DING DING DING

Carter:  The Bell has been rung, now we'll see who gets their bell rang tonight in this match!

Immediately The Rebel and Emma close the gap between one another, the Rebel throwing a few fast jabs, but Emma ducks and weaves the shots, catching Mel's wrist.  She twists and turns going for a swift gut kick but the Rebel catches her leg and pulls her right into a leg throw, but Emma impressively counters it into an impressive cartwheel that has her perfectly primed and positioned.  As the Rebel rolls to her feet, she spins and snaps a savage thrust kick straight to the Rebel's chest, sending her for a flatback landing on the mat.

Bennett:  Now that's how you kick a daughter of a bitch right there!

Aiello:  Impressive exchange between Rhodes and Louise, with Emma winning out there!

Rebel rolls to her feet and finds herself on the receiving end of a barrage of kicks and chops, forcing her to turtle up by blocking and backing away.  Emma drives Mel into the ropes, hopping up and driving both feet into her to send her through the ropes.  Rhodes recovers quickly, gripping the ropes with one hand.  Emma doesn't even give her time to recover, backrolling to the middle of the ring and then springing forward to hit a suicide dive at point blank range, right into the guts of Melinda Rhodes.  Both women land in a heap on the floor, the Rebel's head smacking hard!

Aiello:  Suicide dive through the ropes has both women taking that oh-so-hard bump on the Arena floor!

Emma and Mel both rise from the floor, the Rebel gritting her teeth and clutching at the back of her head.  Emma gathers her by the head and hurls her right into the ring steps with a noisy slam!  Rhodes reacted fast enough to force her shoulder to take the brunt of the impact and wincing in pain.

Aiello:  Emma Louise is really taking it to Rhodes tonight.

Carter:  Well with what the Rebel said to her in promos, you have to imagine she's got alot to prove tonight!

The redheaded fan favorite rushes in, looking to throw a boot in Mel's face, but the Rebel rolls to the side, letting that running boot dislodge the steps slightly instead.

Bennett:  Fuck yeah!  Emma wants to take that tattooed head clean off her shoulders!  I'm likin' this!

Back on her feet, Rebel spins and hurls herself at Emma with a rolling Clothesline, taking her opponent right off her feet!  Gathering Emma up shortly after, she takes her arm and hurls her into the ring barricade with a loud thwack of skin against metal.  Melinda rolls into the ring and back out to break up the count, then rushes full steam at Emma with a stiff lariat that flips her up and over the ring rails!

Aiello:  The Rebel now mounting a comeback outside the ring, driving Emma into the laps of the fans with that Lariat over the rails!

Emma lands across a few laps, but doesn't remain there long as Melinda reaches over the barricade and pulls her up by the straps of her top.  She smacks Emma's forehead into the barricade, then whips her up and over with a single arm hip toss to the floor!

Aiello:  Nice Hip toss right there!

Carter:  It certainly had a bit of stank on it!

Sitting up with a bit of a wince, Emma fights to a stand as the Rebel closes in behind her.  As Mel grabs her, Emma drives a back elbow into her ribs and slings her towards the apron!  The Rebel stumbles a bit and her head slams right into the reinforced portion of the ring railing beneath the apron.

Bennett:  Ooooooh-ho-ho-oh!  She's gonna' feel that in tha' mornin'!

Gathering Mel up, Emma rolls her back into the ring, then climbs onto the apron.  There she watches and waits as the Rebel gets to her feet, only to grip the ropes and slingshot up and over with a springboard DDT!  On impact, she goes for the pin!

Aiello:  Slingshot DDT and a pin by Emma!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THH-KICKOUT!!!

Carter:  Kickout at two and a half!

The Rebel throws a shoulder up, her head pounding with agonizing pain.  Emma gathers her up and hits her with a blistering chop to the chest.  The Rebel winces and quickly responds with one of her own, Emma staggering back with a cry of pain.  She turns away and then spins back at the Rebel with a surprise roundhouse kick that sends the Rebel staggering back and into the ropes!  As Emma approaches, the Rebel fires back with a hard right punch that spins Emma around, dropping the redhead to one knee.

Aiello:  Another exchange of blows and this time the Rebel takes the lead with one hell of a right cross!

Emma rises with a back thrust kick that the Rebel catches.  She tries to counter with an inverted Enziguri kick, but Rhodes ducks the leg, letting Emma falls to the canvas on both hands.  While Emma tries to recover, the Rebel quickly takes that leg, along with the other and twists her up into the Rebel Death Lock!

Aiello:  Enziguri countered... REBEL DEATH LOCK!!!!

Carter:  IT'S OOOVVVAAAAHHH!!!

Emma roars and fights the pain for several seconds.  The ropes are so tantalizingly close, but still requiring more reach than her arms had from where she lay in the ring.  It took her half a minute of perseverance, fighting with every fiber of her being to drag herself and by extension the Rebel into the ropes.  Despite Mel's efforts, Emma manages to hook her arm on the bottom rope, forcing the Rebel to release the hold!

Bennett:  By the skin of her pearly whites, Emma gets to those daggum ropes and keeps herself alive in this sumbitch!

Melinda drops the legs and steps a few feet away, only to crouch low and watch and wait for Emma to get to her feet...

Carter:  I smell some Rhodes Kill brewing....

...Emma turns to face her just as the Rebel bursts forth with a fast spring, ducking her shoulder forward and hurling herself like a bullet at Emma!  In a surprise move, Emma leaps over the Rebel with a leap frog, the Rhodes Kill missing it's mark and the Rebel hitting the canvas, nearly skidding under the ropes and out of the ring from her forward momentum!

Aiello:  RHODES KILL DODGED!!!  Emma barely avoiding that with an impressive leap frog!

Emma gathers Mel by one of her legs and pulls her away from the ropes before she can get to her feet.  She scrambles with great quickness over Melinda's body, locking her into a grounded "HLA" Front Face Sleeper!  Rhodes struggles in the hold, trying to roll over or push Emma into the ropes somehow.

Aiello:  Emma's locked on THE H.L.A.!!!! Rhodes may tap out or pass out if she can't get out of this one!

Bennett:  It's Rebel's turn to squirm now, son!

For a moment, the Rebel seems to slowly fade out....

....It seems like the end is near.  The Referee holds her arm up and lets it drop....

one....

....He repeats the process and the arm drops again...

....two....

....Referee Turner gathers The Rebel's arm up one more time and holds it up and as he releases, the arm starts to drop only to stop, her hand curled into a tight fist!

Carter:  SHE'S NOT DEAD YET!!!

Melinda manages to pull her legs, pushing herself up slightly on her knees.  Using the leverage of her hips and lower back from that position, she pushes Emma to a stand, belts her in the ribs with a tight jab and just as it looks she's about to reverse the move, She spins out and pulls Melinda down with the Twist of Hate, followed by a pinfall!

Aiello:  TWIST OF HATE AND A PIN!!!

ONE!!!





TWO!!!!





TTTHHR-KICKOUT!!!

Bennett:  HOW IN THE 9TH CIRCLE OF HELL?!!!

The Rebel throws her shoulder up, much to the visible dismay of Emma Louise.  Emma, grits her teeth and gathers the Rebel up, boots her in the gut and sets her up for the Girl Crush.  Just as she lets out a loud cry, the Rebel suddenly spins out, catches her in a 3/4th's necklock and drops to the canvas with THE SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!  Both women lay on the canvas for a moment, fighting to recover their senses.

Aiello:  SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, but can Rhodes capitalize here?  Both competitors are down!!!

Melinda is slow to roll over Emma, hooking the leg.  Clearly she's disoriented from the numerous head shots she's received in the match!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

TTTHHHRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!

Emma manages to throw a shoulder up and the crowd ERUPTS!!!!

Carter:  HOLY SHIT!!!!

Crowd:  EMMA LOUISE!!! LET'S GO REBEL!!! EMMA LOUISE!!! LET'S GO REBEL....

Aiello:  Not many can survive the Rebel's Heart Shot, but Emma can count herself among the few that have!!!

The Rebel gathers Emma up, only go catch a boot in the gut and to rapidly get drilled to the canvas with... THE GIRL CRUSH!!!  On impact, Emma hooks the leg....

Aiello:  GIRL CRUSH!!! IT'S GOTTA' BE OVER HERE!!!!

ONE!!!





TWO!!!!





TTTHHR-KICKOUT!!!

Aiello:  SHE KICKED OUT!!!!  I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!

Bennett:  These two just don't know how to lay down n' die do they?!

Emma lays there, clearly worn down by this frenzied pace of a match, the Rebel recovering beside her with shallow breaths.  Emma is the first to sit up, the Rebel rolling onto her side shortly afterwards.  Slowly the two fight to their feet, rising and getting face to first.  No moves are made as both stare into each other's eyes for a moment.  The Rebel says to her, "You're no chewtoy, Emma."

Aiello:  The Rebel finally showing Emma some respect here tonight!

Emma fires back a tired smile and replies, "Damn straight...."  The two back away the full length of the ring from each other, then launch forward with fast sprints.  Emma fires off a spinning back kick and the Rebel drops to her knees, her momentum carrying her with a power slide with her nearly bent in half to avoid the kick.  Emma spins off balance as the Rebel flexes her legs to hop straight up, catching Emma in a 3/4th's necklock and dropping to the canvas with a second SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!!!!

Aiello:  Spin kick... NO, POWERSLIDE EVASION AND ANOTHER SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!!!

Bennett:  This has GOT to be the end!!!

ONE!!!






TWO!!!!





TTTTTHHHHRRREEE!!!

DING DING DING

Carter:  WE HAVE A WINNER!!!!

Jessica Stroup:  THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH.... THE REBEL MMMMMEEELLLLLLIIINNNDDDAAAA RRRRHHHHOOOODDDDEEESSS!!!

The Rebel popped up screaming, "AAAAWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo!!!!"  Then stumbled and fell to the ropes, clutching at the side of her head in obvious pain.

Aiello:  This has been one hell of a hard fought match, ladies and gentlemen!  Fast paced and unrelenting, but in the end, the Rebel managed to get a hard fought win against an Emma Louise that was ready and willing to put her down at all costs!

Emma Louise had already been helped to the back and the match was over.  The Rebel lingers in the ring, leaning against the ropes, worn down by the fight Emma Louise gave her.  She motioned for a microphone through the ropes and one is presented by a ring attendant.  Leaning her back flat into the corner and wiping a bit of mild perspiration from her brow, she addresses the crowd.  Her breaths come in hot and heavy over the microphone, indicating that she had just begun to gas out in this match.

Rebel:  I said some things recently.... terrible things that I regret saying about my opponent.  Emma Louise deserved better treatment, but I was in no capacity to give her that treatment and for that, I stand... fuck standing, I'm leaning right now...

A few chuckles came from the crowd as she gave a tired smile to them in return.

Rebel:  ...For that, I am sorry, Emma and I'm sorry EWC fans, for letting you down so much.  For all the problems.... for letting it all just get to me... I work for one of the best companies in the world and I should be grateful everyday to be here, win or lose.  I shouldn't let things like petty jealousy and misguided feelings derail me.  I should be happy for the success of others because their success is mine and the EWC's success.  We're family... regardless as to how we may feel and it is an honor and privilege to be here.  Thank you, each and every man, woman, and child out there in the arena tonight and watching at home.  I love you all....

Suddenly the EWC Titan tron comes to life and we see a camera live in the wreckage of a destroyed locker room.  The scene pans inch by inch over blood spattered lockers until we come upon Molly O' Hatherine, laid flat on her back and spread eagle in tattered clothes, her face a bloodied mess.  Melinda's eyes widen with panic and fear instantly and she shoves off the ropes.

Aiello:  Oh my god that's her manager.....

Rebel:  MOLLY!!!!

The Rebel bursts forward, sliding under the ropes and to the floor, running straight for the back.  The camera instantly shifts view to the Gorilla position as she bursts through the curtains at a high speed sprint, only to be stopped by a hard lead pipe blow to the gut.  She falls to her knees with a gurgled croak, clutching at her guts.  Out from the shadows he was hiding in steps out the wielder of that lead pipe, AJ Johnson.

Bennett:  AJ Johnson showing Rebel Rhodes why you don't fuck with a man's title shot!

Carter:  This is wrong!  He attacked Molly and is now coming after Melinda!  The Rebel owed him that payback last week!

As the Rebel fights to her feet, cursing and sputtering, AJ brings the lead pipe crashing down across the back of her head with a hard metallic *PINGKT!*.  She falls to the floor, knocked out cold.

AJ Johnson:  You cost me my championship and have been nothing but a problem for me since DAY-FUCKING-ONE Rhodes.  I'm the Apex of EWC and now, with you out of the way, maybe some real talent can shine.

Carter:  Can we get some fucking help back there?!

He crouches down to the floor, lowering his face right to her ear.  Blood could be seen pooling under her unconscious head.

AJ Johnson:  This is what you deserve, Melinda Rhodes.  I hope you never wakeup again....

AJ rises up, gathering her by two handfuls of hair.  He lifts Rebel's head off the concrete, lifting her up onto her knees and then violently slings her head to the floor with a loud, skull shaking splat onto the bloody concrete that reverberates around them.  He then walks off with a cocky, arrogant swagger, satisfied at what he's done....

Aiello:  Someone get some goddamned EMT's down there!  AJ may have just cracked the skull of Melinda Rhodes!

Carter:  And don't forget her locker room!  Molly O'Hatherine wasn't looking too good back there either!

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The 500th episode of Monday Night BRAWL returns from a break to see the long-serving interviewer, Ace Heart, standing in full view with a grin on his face and dressed in a very fancy tuxedo. His appearance on screen has garnered a loud pop from the New York faithful which only adds to the grin.

Ace Heart: Thank you, New York! You're all too kind. However this moment isn't about me, it's all about my next guest who is competing in tonight's main event!

The fans erupt into chaotic cheers as they assume that the interviewee is EWC Undisputed Champion, Drake.

Fans: DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE!

Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen, Amis Shelton!

Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

All it took was a split second and the fans went from super excited, to super negative about the entire segment. The camera pans out as Amis Shelton steps into view.

Fans: SHELTON SUCKS! SHELTON SUCKS! SHELTON SUCKS!

Amis nods slightly at the negative reaction from the crowd, he expected the crowd to be against him tonight but even still, the extremity of the reaction was harsh. Ace turns to the 'Renegade'.

Ace Heart: Amis, I think it's fair to say that tonight will possibly be one of the toughest nights in your career. Would you agree?

Amis Shelton: I thi--

Fans: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Amis attempted several times but the fans wouldn't let him utter a single word.

Fans: YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!

The past Amis would have taken the opportunity to retaliate and aim every single insult under the sun right back at the MSG crowd. Instead, Amis remained silent, waiting for the opportunity to speak again whilst nodding slowly. Eventually, portions of the crowd tire out.

Amis Shelton: Well I think what's happening right now paints the whole picture, Ace. Tonight, I'm behind enemy lines and it's a pretty hostile environment as you can see. I've been wrestling since 2005 and I've never come up against a crowd that despise me as much as the MSG crowd do, not that I blame them.

Amis Shelton: The things that I've done last year were unforgiving, I'll hold my hands up right now and admit that. But I'm not the same person anymore. If you lined up the 2017 Amis Shelton right next to the Amis Shelton you see before you, you'll notice the differences.

Fans: BULLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIT! BULLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIT! BULLLLLLLLSHIIIIIIIIIIT!

Amis Shelton: I know, I wouldn't believe myself either. But all I can do is go out there and do what I do best... Wrestle.

Ace Heart: Switching gears for a second, Amis. Let's talk about tonight in general. It's the 500th episode of Monday Night BRAWL, any comments?

A smile appears on the Real Fuckin' Deal's face.

Amis Shelton:It's a night for celebration for sure. President Mac took a small idea and built it into the global phenomenon that you see every Monday night. You've got legends of the past in attendance tonight, but it's also important that everybody looks at those who are wrestling tonight. It's okay to celebrate the past, but we also need to look forward. My match versus Drake in tonight's main event is the perfect example of what the future holds. We've got a very talented roster and it's time that we fully showcased those talents.

Ace Heart: Any final thoughts on tonight?

Amis pauses for a second, giving the answer some real thought.

Amis Shelton: Yeah, tonight I'm sharing the ring with the Undisputed Champion and the Best in the World. Whether your Amis fans, Drake fans or simply neutrals... I can promise that we will raise the MSG roof. No external factors, no ulterior motives, just two wrestlers doing their absolute best to win. That's the keyword right there though, win. New York won't like this, but I'm planning on walking away with the win tonight, just like I do every night. I'm focused and I'm ready to show what the real Amis Shelton is capable of. Oh and another thing.

Amis stares directly down the camera lens, there is suddenly an aura of seriousness emanating from him.

Amis Shelton: Victor Price. I don't care if you've gone to rehab, or if you've changed your spots. If you come anywhere near me, I will knock your block head clean off your shoulders. Ace, always a pleasure.

With that said, Amis pats Ace on the shoulder and exits the view of the camera which slowly fades to black.

[President Mac]

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TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP

DAVID MILLER

VS NEO JAMES CARNER

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Carter: Next up, the EWC Television Title is on the line. 

Aiello: It's sure to be a surprising sleeper hit! 

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.

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 in as he peels off his jacket and tosses it to a crewman, throwing combinations as his music fades.

Bennett: Is this Neo's challenger? How long has he been here!?

Aiello: You're in for a treat, Miller's the real deal.

Neo Carner tears out of the curtain and throws his fist high into the air as the crowd screams in approval. He panders to the crowd with a little shimmy of his shoulders, getting down on one knee as they cheer the hero! The Residence of Presence lifts himself up to his feet, pointing to the crowd around him and then he glares at David Miller down in the ring. Neo begins to march down the stage towards the ramp.

Carter: Neo Carner has held the EWC Television Championship for nearly three months.

Bennett: Longer than Bennett has been employed here.

Aiello: He’s out to prove he’s The King Of Fighters!

Bennett: Gimmie a quarter and I can go down to the local laundromat and do the same.

Neo fakes out a few crowd members at ring side, ranging from adults to the little kids, or those snotty little brats that just wanted to touch a wrestler because he was famous and on TV. Neo is on TV, he's the Television Dream! 

Aiello: Neo showing love to the fans here...yep.

Bennett: He don’t owe these people anything.

Neo bounces his head to the music, coming to a halt at the end of the ramp as his eyes stare into the ring. Taking a few deep breaths and moments to soak up the adrenaline. The EWC Television Champion breaks his stoic stance and rushes the ring with all the fury and passion of a spartan ready for war. Quickly ducking under the bottom rope and barreling onto his knees and jumps up to his feet meeting David Miller face to face.

Aiello: The tension is mounting.

Their eyes locked in a staredown as Neo unbuckles the championship and holds it high above his head. Neo begins by throwing his head back and inhaling the electricity in the air as the crowd cheers this oncoming match up. Neo walks up to the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up to the top rope and stares out to the crowd around him before throwing one arm triumphantly into the air closing his hand tightly around the leather belt of his championship title.

Bennett: What a great champion!

Carter: You kiss up to the ReVs alot.

Bennett: Yo’ mama too!

Neo dismounts the top rope, turning his attention to the ring as he does a few light stretches as a last minute preparation for the event at hand. Neo scans his surroundings, keeping a watchful eye on the stage and the ring around him.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is set for one fall and is for the EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP! Already in the ring weighing two hundred and thirty five pounds. Hailing from Long Beach, California…”THE ASSASSIN” DAAAAVIDDD MILLLERRR!!!


David Miller punches the air several times and then lifts his arm up into the air.

Aiello: We’ve got ourselves a hungry challenger here.

Jessica Stroup: Fighting out of the opposite corner, he is the current reigning and defending EWC Television Champion! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds, from Huntington Beach, California, representing the ReVenants….NEOOOO JAAAMESS CARRRNER!!!!

Neo hoists the championship high above his head with a glimmering smirk on his lips.

Bennett: This is gonna be an action packed match! All of it on BRAWL 500! I can’t believe it!


The champion and the challenger are in an immediate stare down as the arena has come completely unglued.

DING DING DING

The match began with Neo Carner and David Miller standing nose to nose in the middle of the ring talking smack. One yo’ mama joke too far and Neo Carner issues the first right hand of the match. David Miller returns fire and the first several seconds are these men going to town with heavy handed strikes and right hand hooks. Neo Carner feels them more, losing ground as he slowly is backed into the ropes, but his heart always causes him to issue another right hand. Finally David has the champion backed into the ropes and issues a knee lift to surprise and stun NJC before whipping him across the ring with violent authority to the ropes. Carner rebounds and gave a big cactus-jack style lariat over the ropes spilling both men at ringside!

Aiello: Whoa! We’re already on the outside!

Bennett: This one is going into overdrive!

David Miller spills onto the outside as Carner keeps a hold of the ropes to keep himself from crashing onto the ringside area. Carner was the first up at ringside and capitalized by giving David a few more stiff jabs before whipping David into the nearby guard rail. NJC charges for a second lariat, but David dips down and elevates Neo over the rails into the crowd! Neo makes a hard splat noise as he crashes onto the concrete!

Aiello: There’s no protection out there in the crowd! These guys are going at it!

Miller wipes a forearm under his nose as he catches his breath. David takes a short walk, shaking off the abuse he just took with the slightest of ease. David Miller makes a hand dusting gesture before taking a moment to sprint away from the guardrail and then rushes back leaping over with a body block tackle over the barricade connecting into Neo’s sternum!

Carter: Miller risking it all here with that flying tackle!

Neo crashes back onto the concrete with Miller not far behind! David gets up first with Carner in tow with a handful of hair and delivers some measured shots to Neo’s nose and brow. Miller goes for a forearm shiver shot but Neo is able to duck under and catch Miller in a belly to back back suplex! Neo drops Miller ontop of the guardrail and he bounces onto the ringside pads!

Aiello: Jesus! These guys are beating the holy hell out of each other. The referee has reached a count of five.

Neo leaps over the guard rail and then rolls into the ring, and then out to restart the count. Miller is up at his knees and strikes an approaching Neo in the gut! The two exchanges punches and elbow shots as the crowd scatters as they approach again. Miller clothesline Neo over the barricade again as he gives chase. Neo stumbles up to his feet as David Miller is hot on his heels. NJC is unable to stand toe-to-toe at the moment and ends up being hip tossed across a row of chairs. Neo’s body contorts as the referee is hollering for the two of them to get back into the ring.

Aiello: This is the most unusual title match! They’re fighting out in the crowd!

David then took some time to play to the crowd, standing on the chairs and raising his hands victoriously. Then, by the hair of Neo’s head David drags the TV Champ back towards the ring, lifting him up and over the barricade.

Bennett: Come on Neo! What is this nonsense!?

David stalks around Carner as he tries to get his bearings while getting up, but he's up before the bearings can be retrieved and the King Of Fighters hoists NJC up into a body slam grip, walking him over to the steel steps and dumping him across the steps!

Bennett: OH GOD!

Carter: Neo’s back is all tore up from those stairs!

Davis is like a vicious animal as he rips pulls Neo up to his feet and pushes him into the ring under the bottom rope. Neo rolls into the ring and is begging the referee for a towel yanking on his shirt. David breaks it up with a stiff right hand to Neo Carner’s gut. David climbs up behind Carner and hoists him up in a belly to back leg lock suplex!

Aiello: The newcomer really giving it to Carner here.

Carner stands and raises his hands in an effort to calm the savage beast that is David Miller. Just as Miller is within strike distance, Neo jams his two fingers into Miller’s eyes yelling “Too Sleazy”” when he does it. ‘

Carter: Cheap move from Carner there.

Aiello: Carter, Carner...why aren’t you two friends?

Bennett: Seriously.

Miller claws at his own eyes trying to see as Neo starts to pick the bones. Neo delivers a stiff elbow aimed right for the ribs of David Miller. Miller staggers as Neo delivers a sequence of forearm strikes to Miller’s ribs, softening him up. Neo quickly hoists Miller up and then delivers a powerful rib breaker, follows it up with another and then tosses David with a fallaway slam.

Bennett: Momentum is back on Carner’s side!

Aiello: For how long?

Not wasting time to play to the crowd Neo went to work on the ribs of David Miller with several stiff shots until Miller was able to slip out of the ring. David is stumbling about and clutching his ribs as Neo stalks like a wild animal, eventually bashing him in the ribs with a charging knee strike. David then attempts to charge Neo with a stiff elbow strike, but the Television Champ worked quick on his feet to drop toe hold David into the steel steps!

Aiello: Oooh! A little payback from Neo there!

The camera gets a shot on David with a large cut above his left brow which quickly bled into the eye. Neo took the opportunity to get away from David for a moment, rolling into the ring and demanding the referee count David out. The referee begins the count out.

1

2

3

4

5

Bennett: We’re going to get a count out victory for Neo here!

Miller begins to stir at ringside.

6

7

Aiello: What will the record books say of this match!?



Miller slowly staggers up to a vertical base.

8

Miller rolls onto the apron!

9

Carter: He’s not going to make it!!!!


David manages to get into the ring at the last possible second! Carner hoists himself onto the top turnbuckle and rolls his neck, Miller is up to his knees as Neo leaps off with a single leg lariat across Miller’s throat! The blow spikes Miller into the mat as Neo hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!!

MILLER KICKS OUT!!

Neo begins punching Miller and nails David with a stiff hammer fist, but David rolls through and latches on a front facelock and the two men in the middle of the dragout brawl suddenly find themselves in struggle to latch on a submission hold.

Bennett: Get that UFC shit outta here!

Aiello: This is Miller’s bread and butter.

Neo James Carner frantically fights like a desperate animal, trying to free himself but The Assassin’s grip is second to none as he refuses to let go. Time wears on, however, and the movement by Carner forces the two men up onto their feet. Irritated by being unable to lock the move in, David lashes out with a swinging knee strike to Neo’s sternum. And another, and another. Repeated, no 
holds barred style knee strikes to the sternum of The Television Champion!

Carter: This is an ugly brawl we are seeing here, these men are going all out!

Bennett: Neo doesn’t know how to do it any other way!

Aiello: Nor does Miller either!

The blows shake Neo Carner hard enough that he falls to one knee, and it takes just another moment until Neo’s on his side with another front facelock applied.. His adrenaline flowing at this stage David plants his feet on the mat and deadlifts Carner up from the ground and up into a vertical suplex position!

Carter: The strength of Miller!

Neo Carner swings his knee down on the top of Miller’s head and swings back down out of David’s grip on to the canvas on his feet! Neo frees himself and throws a boot right into Miller’s stomach and then launches a straight big boot into David Miller’s sternum sending him backwards into the ropes! As David rebounds back Neo leaps up into the air and delivers a NEO CLASSICAL SYMPHO-KNEE right into Miller’s jaw!

Aiello: WHOA! MILLER IS DOWN!

Neo wags his fingers as he grabs a hold of David’s hair and yanks him back up to his feet. Neo James Carner holds a very sluggish David up on his feet as he stares the newcomer in the face. Neo is yelling obscene things at Miller before he is met with a stiff slap across Neo’s face! 

Bennett: That bastard!

Carter: Defiant till the end!

Neo grabs David for a irish whip, catching him half way with a short arm fireman’s carry lift! Neo spins around in the center of the ring before whipping Miller into the canvas with a Inverted Fireman’s Carry Driver!

Bennett: INFINITE ENDING!! INFINITE ENDING!!!! INFINITE ENDING!!!

Neo James Carner hooks both of Miller’s legs for a deep deep cover. The referee moves into position to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!!!!

THREEEEEEE!!!!!

DING DING DING

“Fightin’ Words” By Casino Madrid begins to play over the loudspeakers as Neo James Carner slowly moves up to his feet. He looks down at Miller and gives him a head nod, a small sign of respect as he pats the newcomer on the shoulder and then stands up. Neo wipes his feet disrespectfully at Miller and then yanks his championship out of the referee’s approaching hands. Neo holds the belt high above his head with a stoic proud look upon his face.

Stroup: Winner and STILL EWC Television Champion .. Neo Jaaaaaames Carnerrrrrrr

Bennett: Neo wins! Neo wins!

Carter: There’s no denying Miller came here with a full head of steam and is quite possibly ready for a future at this level of the BRAWL shark tank. He has nothing to be ashamed of with that performance.

Aiello: Neo’s proven to be a formidable foe, the man that takes him off the mountain will be a made man.

Miller rolls out of the ring and slowly saunters up towards the ramp clutching his arm in pain. Miller looks back as Neo ascends the second rope. The Television Dream hoists his championship high above his head as he stares at Miller and flips him off. Miller scoffs and then limps off as Neo holds his championship up high above his head.

Aiello: No love loss there.

Bennett: Welcome to the Big Leagues, Miller.

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The Brawl camera cut backstage and finds 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love and new Prime Superstar Killjoy Ito walking. Tommy Love is stopping everyone he walks past.



'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Hey there friends, let me introduce myself, as if I really need to (haha) I'm of course 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love and this right here 

He points to Killjoy



'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Is the newest member of the Prime roster Killjoy Ito, I'm sure you saw us last night on FSW #53 when we called out A$hley Quid and her man Hatchet Gully and of course you saw his IMPRESSIVE debut win last week on Prime #023.

The Brawl staff member looks at Killjoy and then back to 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love.

Brawl Staff Member: Didn't his opponent No Show the man at Prime and last night Hatchet Gully wasn't advertised to be on that show

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love waves a dismissing hand at the Brawl Staff Member.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: You couldn't be more mistaken, The Sandtown Kidd refused to fly to Germany because he was straight scared of this man and hid behind the fact he has zero documentation because his parents didn't love him enough to stick around and raise the little Government Leech. He's a PUNK, he sat at home and hid because he knew what was going to happen to him if he got into that ring and the bell rung but the joke is on him because at next weeks Prime we are coming to him, Baltimore, Maryland, the shit hole capitol of the world to beat the living hell out of him. To drag him into the streets, in front of all the people that believe in him and think he has what it takes to make it in this business. Killjoy Ito is going to make an example out of him in his hometown and as for the resident gangstas of the FSW

Tommy Love smiles and winks at Killjoy

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: We have heard how bad they are, how feared they are, how Miss Quid thinks people are too afraid to call her man out, well princess we kicked down your door and walked right into your home and made ourselves at home. We did more than simple call your worthless asses out, we are calling out your reputations and backing you two into a corner, take the fight and Killjoy Ito beats Hatchet Gully like the pretender his is, don't take the fight and you duck a challenge and that won't sit well in the streets now will it? A$hley Quid ran her trap and I stepped up to the line and she has gone radio silent ever since and I understand, she knows she stepped in it and Hatchet Gully put her in check but the damage as been done, we issued the challenge and how were we to know they wouldn't be there, hell we aren't book on this show and we are here, right?

The Brawl Staff Member rolls his eyes and is clearly bored by all this.

 Brawl Staff Member: Ok, sounds good man, best of luck with all this and I hope it ends well for you because I have been around here long enough to know in most cases it really doesn't go over too well.

He quickly walks away from Tommy Love and Killjoy Ito.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Oh you keep watching kid and you will see we will be the ones left standing! Ha, let them doubt us kid, we will show them.

He winks at Killjoy and smiles. 

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Kid, just keep listening to me and I'll take you straight to the top now let's go find someone around here that matters around here, hey sweetheart

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love stops a young lady wearing a EWC Brawl polo shirt.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Hi, would you be so kind and point me in the direction of President Mac or even Victor Price's office.

She looks at Tommy Love and then at Killjoy Ito and then down at her clipboard.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: What are you doing, checking your list, Christ sweetheart we are employed by the EWC just like you now, we don't have time to deal with Temp-Help, so point us in the direction of President Mac or Victor...hey, where are you going, get back here!!!

But the young lady just ignores him and continues to walk away

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Oh the hell with you, we will find them on are own, come on kid, there is money to be made!!!

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' motions for Killjoy Ito to follow him as he walks away

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As cameras go backstage, Candy and Robbie Rayder are seen walking the halls of Madison Square Garden. Candy seems pretty fascinated by her surroundings.

Candy: Never been here before. So glad we could make it.

Robbie Rayder: Lots of interesting things happening tonight.

Candy: And the night’s not over yet still one match left to go…

As the couple continues their conversation, debating over what surprises might still be in store for the evening or who might still show up yet, Candy catches something out of the corner of her eye. When she talks a closer look, Candy sees someone sitting at the end of the one hall. Instinctively, Candy takes a step forward.

Robbie Rayder: Maybe we should leave him be.

Robbie puts a hand out to stop her.

Robbie Rayder: He doesn’t seem to want any company.

Candy: Nonsense. He looks lonely!

Robbie looks a bit unsure of this as he sees the man muttering to himself.

Candy: Don’t worry. He’s probably harmless. Everything is going be fine.

Candy gives Robbie’s arm a little squeeze. Yet, he still seems hesitant as he watches her go off down the hall towards the man. As she gets closer, Candy speaks up.

Candy: Hi there!

Her tone is as pleasant as ever as she smiles brightly. Kendrick raises his head to look at the lady that greeted him.

Kendrick Kross: Hello.

His tone slightly annoyed but he was willing to talk.

Candy: What are you doing back here all by yourself?

Candy questions in curiosity as she tilts her head to the side.

Kendrick Kross: Oh just sitting. I don’t normally talk to a whole lot of people.

Kendrick shoots back right at her. His voice seemingly less annoyed.

Candy: Well, I’m not a whole lot of people.

She is quick to point out with a chuckle.

Kendrick Kross: Nope. You’re right, you aren’t I guess.

Kendrick looks at the young lady and a rare smile comes across his face.

Candy: Sooooo, do you want to talk to me then?

She asks hopefully.

Kendrick Kross: We can talk, I guess.

Kendrick wonders what exactly she would want to talk to him about.

Candy: Great. Well c’mon...let’s go see what’s up with the show and you can tell me about yourself. I’m Candy, by the way.

But the moment she mentions leaving this hallway, he doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere.

Kendrick Kross: I’m Kendrick. I can tell you about myself here can’t I? Or is there something you need to go watch?

Kendrick takes a deep breath, looking at Candy. Hoping that they don’t have to go anywhere.

Candy: Well, my husband is kind of waiting for me.

Kendrick can see him at the other end of the hall keeping watch as Candy turns and points him out.

Candy: He was a little worried you’d try and hurt me or something!

Kendrick peeks down the hall and looks at the man standing there, and thinks to himself.

Kendrick Kross: It’s not like I’m a murderer or anything.

Kendrick chuckles to himself.

Kendrick Kross: But if you need to go somewhere I can understand that.

Candy: You might not be a murderer. But we’re newlyweds, so that makes him my protector!

Candy chuckles in return.

Candy: And it’s up to you. If you’re more comfortable here, we can just talk another time. Either way, I need to get going.

Kendrick lets the thoughts run through his head and looks at Candy but remains seated.

Kendrick Kross: I’d prefer to stay here.

Candy frowns a bit.

Candy: Okay. See you around then.

As Candy turns to leave, Robbie looks a little relieved as she heads back to join him. Candy looks back once at Kendrick before walking off with her husband as the scene ringside for the Main Event

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NON TITLE
ANYTHING GOES MATCH
AMIS SHELTON
VS DRAKE

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Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl .. it is time for the much talked about, much hyped Main Event. It feels like we've been waiting an extra week for this one 

Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the fallowing contest is a non title, anything goes, one fall to a finish and is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! Introducing first…

YOUNG RENEGADE!

The crowd erupt into a chorus of loud cheers as Hollywood Undead's 'Renegade' begins to play on the speakers.

Stroup : From Springfield, Illinois and he weighs in tonight at 200lbs.. 'The Renegade'.... AMIS.... SHEEEEELLLLTTOOOOOON!

Amis Shelton emerges from behind the curtain with his arms outstretched as he embraces the reception from the crowd. Amis scouts the entire arena with a smile. Nodding his head, he proceeds down the ramp

Amis climbs onto the apron and hops over the top rope and climbs a turnbuckle, aggressively outstretching his arms which generates more cheers from the fans. Amis looks out to the crowd once more before climbing off the turnbuckle and warming up on the spot.

Stroup: And his opponent…

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!

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.

Carter: I think we are in for a great show here tonight! Something that we will not soon forget.

Aiello: Our Undisputed Champion always one to make waves every time he enters an arena, and always puts on a show every time he is in the ring. And Amis Shelton, one of the best performers in the business today, it will NOT be an easy out for the champ tonight.

Bennett: When you’ve got that strap you have a bullseye right on your back everyone wants to be the one to say they took down the top dog. Title or no title on the line tonight, Shelton wants to be the man who can say “I defeated Drake when no one else could!”

Carter: And Steve that will go a VERY long way in an argument that he should be the next to receive a shot at the ultimate gold here in the EWC.

Bennett: You’re God Damn right!

DING DING DING 

Shelton stretches in the corner, but his gaze never leaves Drake who is pacing around the ring. The crowd begins to start to chant “DRAKE!” and it gets the champ’s attention, who starts nodding his head with the crowd, but there begins an uprising of fans within the arena who are also soldily behind Shelton as well!

“AMIS SHELTON!!!”

“LETS GO DRAKE!!!”

“AMIS SHELTON!!!”

“LETS GO DRAKE!!!”

As the crowd’s dueling chants continue, Drake leans back in the turnbuckle nodding his head ready to give the fans a show. But like a missile Shelton comes flying across the ring and nails Drake with a dropkick to the head!!! As Drake comes stumbling out of the turnbuckle Shelton picks him up and delivers a LAWN DART across the ring! Drake goes limp and Shelton goes for the cover!

Carter: OH MY GOD! Shelton might have just caught the champ sleeping and ending this thing before it even gets started!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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Drake drops his leg over the bottom rope!

Aiello: The champion, blind sided but as always he knows exactly where he is at in the ring at all times.

Bennett: The great ones always do.

Shelton, gets up his adrenalin pumping, knowing that he has everything going in his favor right now, and how close he was to putting down the champ in just the opening moments wastes no time, and picks up Drake and delivers a northern lights suplex and holds on for the pin!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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Kickout!!!

Aiello: Drake managed to power out of that one.

Bennett: Make no mistake, the shock of Shelton’s rapid fire opening is going to wear off quickly.

Drake escapes the pin and gets to his feet stumbling to the corner to catch himself. Amis to his feet, and Drake comes in to attack but Amis grabs him and… CLUTCH OF AMIS!!!

Carter: HOLY SHIT!!! Amis continues to go for the jugular!

Aiello: He’s done his game film, he knows the longer this goes the harder its going to be to put Drake down, he came her with a game plan to knock him out fast and early!

Drake is in the middle of the ring with no rope break in sight! The ref is down right in Drake’s face asking if he wants to give it up, but Drake refuses! Always the opportunist, Drake manages to roll to his side putting Shelton’s shoulders on the mat!

ONE!!!

Amis releases the hold and breaks the count.

Bennett: See, that there is what you risk by trying to go for the throat early, a worn down opponent, wouldn’t have the strength or the awareness to try to break the hold that way. But you have to admire Shelton’s game plan.

Drake rolls out of the ring, to try and catch his breath for a moment, but Shelton has that scouted as well and walks the ring apron and just as Drake rounds the corner of the ring post, Shelton punts Drake right in the face!!!

Carter: Man, Drake’s head must be just spinning right now! Amis climbs to the top rope waiting for Drake to get to his feet, and again looks to catch him off guard with a flying cross body, but this time Drake manages to catch him midair with a dropkick!!! Shelton’s momentum from the dropkick sends him straight back into the turnbuckle post! And he hits the floor with a sickening THUD.

“OHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Bennett: And that will stop anything dead in it’s tracks. Shelton just basically ran into a brick wall at a buck twenty.

A winded but aware Drake walks over and picks up Shelton off the ground, hooks him and delivers a snap suplex on the outside! The crowd is popping jumping up and down and a fan in the front row hands a large cup of beer to Drake! Drake holds it up saluting the fans, and takes a big drink just as Shelton is making it to his feet. As he turns and faces Drake, Drake hands him the cup… Amis stands confused for a moment, when Drake spits the beet poison mist style into the eyes of Amis Shelton and the crowd goes wild!!! Drake begins to get a head of steam and delivers a hard blow to the head of Shelton knocking him back, and another than sends him stumbling backwards toward the guard rail. Amis backs up into it holding on, but Drake is right on top of him and begins to rain down punches on the dream eater! Shelton falls to a seated position, Drake takes a few steps back, and nails him square in the jaw with a knee to the face! Amis drops down to the arena floor limp!

“YYYYYYEEEEAAAHHHHH!!!”

Drake shouts along with the crowd pumping his fist!

Aiello: And here comes the champion!

The Undisputed Champion picks up Shelton and rolls him back in the ring. Shelton… still trying to get his wits about him, pulls himself to his feet using the ring ropes, and Drake uses that opening to sling shot Shelton across the ring with an irish whip! Drake hits the opposite side and when they meet in the middle Drake nails a thunderous running DDT! He goes for the cover!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Bennett: There is no loss of fight in Shelton. His gameplan got rail roaded but now it’s time to regroup. He’s playing defense right now, and he knows that… and that son of a bitch isn’t gonna go down easy!

Shelton rolls to his feet out of the kickout, ducks a clothsline attempt by the champ, Drake turns around and gets caught by Shelton who throws him over head with a belly to belly suplex! Both men are back to their feet, Drake goes for a kick but it’s blocked by Shelton who spins him around! He grabs on looking for a German suplex, but Drake fights out of it into a standing switch! Drake goes for a German himself but when he releases Shelton flips and lands on his feet! Drake’s back up and ducks a clothsline from Amis! Both men go for a roundhouse kick but their feet connect with each other, and now we are at a stand still! The crowd goes wild!!!

Aiello: Looks like we have a stalemate!

“THIS IS WRESTLING!!!”

“THIS IS WRESTLING!!!”

“THIS IS WRESTLING!!!”

Drake and Shelton don’t take their eyes off each other as they stand in the middle of the ring. Shelton begins to get in the face of the Champ running his mouth. Drake clearly doesn’t want to hear it, when Amis finish it off with spitting in his face! Drake looses his cook, and slaps both hands around the neck of Shelton, but Amis looked to be ready for just that as he punts Drake right between the legs!!!

“OHHHHHHH!!!”

Carter: Shelton got inside of the head of the Champion…

Aiello: That was a low blow come on ref!

Bennett: Anything goes Joe… Did you forget that?

Drake drops to his knees, as Amis looks down at him smiling. He points to his head, signaling to the crowd that he got inside the champion’s head. Drake is down on his back, completely wide open for attack as he tries to regain composure. But it’s too late as Amis connects with a BEAUTIFUL moonsault from the top rope, right onto Drake in the center of the ring!!!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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THR— KICKOUT!!!

Carter: OHHH! And Drake get’s out at the very last second!!!

Amis looks to end this now, as he signals for the Dream Eater! The crowd pops with anticipation. He pats his leg to let the crowd know it’s coming. He waits for Drake to get to his feet, and throws the roundhouse kick! But Drake as it scouted he catches his ankle and spins and kicks Shelton’s pivot leg out from under him, and he turns it into the SHARPSHOOTER!!! The crowd pops in return for Drake and he locks it in!!! The ref asks Shelton if he wants to give it up, he adamantly shakes his head no! He begins dragging himself to the ropes! Pulling and scratching to get closer and closer inch by inch! He reaches for the ropes but his hand slaps the mat! He’s just inches away from it! He gives it one more thrust and his fingers grab the bottom rope and the ref orders Drake to break the hold! Clearly irritated, Drake does what the ref says but is quick to grab Amis’ legs and pull him back to the middle of the ring looking to lock it in again! The crowd is on their feet, as Amis struggles… Drake crosses Shelton’s legs, and Amis reaches up and pulls Drake down into a small package!!!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Both men are back to their feet… Amis goes for the roundhouse kick again looking for the Dream Eater, but Drake ducks it… MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE!!!

“YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Carter: Outa nowhere!

Bennett: There is NO defense for a move that strikes that quickly!

Aiello: Drake makes the cover!

“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!”

DING DING DING

“YYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

The ref hands Drake the belt and he holds it in his hand as the official lifts his hand in victory!

Stroup: Here is your winner… Your EWC Undisputed Champion… DRAKE!!!

Aiello: You have to hand it to Amis… He came in with an excellent game plan and had Drake on the ropes for nearly the entire match. But like you said, there is just no defense for that Maximum Overdrive when Drake is able to nail it that quickly.

Bennett: Shelton had a GREAT gameplan going into this! No doubt about it, I’d like to see these two go at it again because I think this easily could have gone the other way.

Carter: We will have to see what the future holds for Amis Shelton, he sure did impress tonight. But put another win up for the Champion, he’s one of the toughest to beat in all the business.

Every single fan inside the packed Madison Square Garden rise to their feet and give a standing ovation toward the exhausted warriors in the ring. Amis Shelton and Drake both look around at the fans before looking at each other.

THAT WAS AWESOME! 

THAT WAS AWESOME! 

THAT WAS AWESOME!

Aiello: Look at this! Madison Square Garden is on it's feet!

Carter: I 100% agree with the fans here, that was indeed awesome!

Bennett: Well son o' bitch, for the first time in a long time we're all in agreement. Don't get used to it.

Drake and Amis meet in the centre of the ring, eyes locked in a standoff. Neither man moves and the fans feel the tension rising. Are we about to see round 5!?

Aiello: Neither man seems to want to back down here, guys.

Bennett: Screw it! Let 'em go at it again, I can't wait!

A smile appears on the EWC Undisputed Champion's face and then outstretches his hand. The fans let out a relieved sigh and clap again. Amis looks at the hand and then at the crowd.

He then firmly shakes Drake's hand! The crowd cheer! Drake then says something that wasn't caught on camera, Amis nods with a smile also on his face.

Aiello: A sign of respect from two of the best in the world today. Great thing to see!

Carter: I think there's more to this though guys ... Is Amis the next recruit for The Revolution?

Aiello: That would be huge, if it's true!

Bennett: Bah, I'd give it a week or two before that little turncoat weasel, Amis, turns on him.

Aiello: A big question has just been raised, hopefully we get answers next week! Folks, it was an absolute pleasure! #500 is now in the bag, and 501 is on the horizon. We will be back on February 12th with more Monday Night action. Good night everyone!

© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 1997 - 2018

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: Neo James Carner
MATCH TWO: Criss Cassidy
MATCH THREE: David Miller
MATCH FOUR: Nostalgia
MATCH FIVE: Neo James Carner
MATCH SIX: Nostalgia
MATCH SEVEN: David Miller
MATCH EIGHT: Kool and the Gang
MATCH NINE: Neo James Carner
MAIN EVENT: Luke Wolfe

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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SINGLES MATCH
JUSTIN MATTHEWS
VS DARIAN GRAY
WINNER: Justin Matthews

SINGLES MATCH
ANDREW JACKSON
VS ACE KING
WINNER: Ace King

NON TITLE MATCH
FRATER PERDURABO
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
WINNER: Morgan Darkwater

SINGLES MATCH
RUTHANN HUNTER
VS CAL PINE
WINNER: Ruthann Hunter

TAG TEAM MATCH
NOSTALGIA & MAGDALENA LOCKHEART
VS ROB GARCIA & KEITH WILLIAMS
WINNER: Nostalgia and Magdalena Lockheart

SINGLES MATCH
AJ JOHNSON
VS KESTREL
WINNER: Kestrel

SINGLES MATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE (N/S)
WINNER: Griffin Hawkins

SINGLES MATCH
MELINDA RHODES
VS EMMA LOUISE
WINNER: Melinda Rhodes

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
DAVID MILLER
VS NEO JAMES CARNER
WINNER: Neo James Carner (and still EWC Television Champion)


AMIS SHELTON
VS DRAKE
WINNER: Drake


BRAWL #500 MVP: Everyone who showed up!

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© THE EXTREME WRESTLING CORPORATION 2018