MNB #502 - DETROIT

[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 #502 | FEBRUARY 19TH 2018

LIVE! from the Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, Michigan

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 #501 in Cleveland 

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:

Nostalgia 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 Little Caesars Arena 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!

Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading

"AJ Johnson fears Hawkins"

"In Drake WE Trust!"

"Happy Birthday Mac"

"Michael Saint Owes Me Child Support"

"I came to see the Revolution!"

"Rampage smells like Shrek's farts"

and "I believe in Nostalgia!"

Aiello: Welcome ladies and gentleman, we are airing and streaming LIVE from Detroit, Michigan for an another action packed edition of Monday Night BRAWL! Before we get started in the usual banter, I want to .. on behalf of the entire BRAWL crew and really, the entire EWC .. wish our President Danny Mac, a very Happy Birthday! 

A chant of "Happy Birthday" starts to circulate the arena

Aiello: What a show we have tonight friends .. we've got Keith Williams and Nostalgia in the main event for the EWC Television Championship. This will be Nostalgia's first ever Title defense in the EWC. He shocked the world and won the EWC Television Championship last week, putting an end to an incredible title reign by Neo James Carner

Carter: Speaking of Neo .. this just in from the desk of my Dad .. President Mac .. Happy Birthday Dad! .. The contract signing will take place between Neo James Carner and Captain Morgan Darkwater for the International Championship next week! That's right Wrestling Fans .. next week we will see two Championships on the line .. the Television Championship like always .. and the International Championship! That will be one hell of a show to see

Bennett: Oh hell to the fuck yeah! Tonight we also have the always sexy Emma Louise and some sum'bitch  named Darian Gray who are gonna kick things off here in a moment. Rob Garcia and Dominic look to recapture the magic from last week, I tell you what! In a falls count anywhere match, you'd be a fool to miss it. I'm telling ya!

Carter: Griffin Hawkins, AJ Johnson. I sometimes have to pinch myself at the thought that Hawkins is really back and with BRAWL! What a signing that was! AJ Johnson has been the one to watch as of late. He has looked impressive with every match he fights. The matches keep on stacking, Ruthann Hunter and Neo James Carner are also in action tonight. I mean .. wow!

Bennett: Welcome ya' sum' bitches to Monday Night BRAWL! You better strap yourself in, because these bastards here tonight are looking to tear the roof off the place!

Carter: Steve Bennett has never been more right, tonight we have an action packed card from start to finish

Aiello: Don't forget that colossal triple threat match between Kestrel, Kendrick Kross and Captain Morgan Darkwater in a non title affair! Oh whats this now? Seems something is going on in the parking lot area .. 

The next scene is in in the parking lot of the arena as a limousine pulls up into the lot. Coming out of the limo was Ruthann Hunter. She placed her gym bag over her shoulder wearing her leather jacket walking towards the arena door when suddenly the giant tour bus known as the ReVXXXPress comes barreling in front of Ruthann stopping her in her tracks. The bus comes to an immediate halt as Neo James Carner and Darian Gray come waltzing out of the vehicle first, both men laughing at something. They both stop and notice Ruthann standing outside of their bus.

Ruthann: Hello there, Neo. How can I help you?

Neo: How can you help me? Me?  I just got here, but now that you mention it, you can do something for me.

Darian: You know, it would be in your best intention to pay attention, you blithering sow.

Ruthann looks over at Darian with a raised eyebrow smirking a bit.

Ruthann: Oh.. do I? Who is gonna make me, you big boy?

Darian looks a little miffed with her tone. Neo just grins softly looking over at her as he crack his neck a bit looking over at her. Neo settles Darian with an arm to his shoulder.

Neo: Down DeeGee, I got this. Look, tonight we already know what’s at stake. You’re a seasoned veteran known the world over, you’ve been called one of the greatest female professional wrestlers in EWC past or present. But you need to realize, with your bum knee and my steady acceleration of momentum, what AJ Johnson did to you is kid gloves for what I’m capable of.

Darian: Oh, so eloquent and well put. I couldn’t have said it any better, probably more perfect though but I digress.

Ruthann looked over at them both laughing as she push past them. She couldn’t believe them as Darian goes and grab her by the arm and that when she turn around in a swift fast movement pulling out of her gym bag was her baseball bat in hand it point right at the chest of Darian as he blinks as Neo looked over at Ruthann starting to speak to her with a soft tone.

Neo: Now Ruthie, there’s two more stalwart guys on this bus and a very angry chimpanzee that wants his frozen banana drenched in freshly chopped nuts. You don’t want none of what we are right now, at least...not right now.

Slowly stepping into frame was Morgan who was now standing next to Ruthann as she kept her baseball bat on the chest shaking her head a bit with a smirk.

Morgan: There be’ a problem here, lass?

Ruthann smirks a bit lower the bat looking as she gently thrusts the tip of the bat into Darian’s sternum.

Ruthann: I don’t think so, what about you pretty boy? We got a problem?

Darian furrows his brow as he chooses his next words carefully.

Darian: Perfectly copacetic here.

Ruthann walked away from the two staring at them with a bit of a glare going inside as Morgan and Neo stare at each other a bit. Neo looked over at the title as Morgan look down at it also.

Neo: I’m going to tag you back for this, real soon Morgan.

Morgan fixes the title over his shoulder with a small laugh as he walked inside of the arena as Darian was still standing there liked his life flash in front of him. Morgan and Ruthann slowly saunter away, chirping with laughter and good joy. Neo and Darian are fuming with rage.

Darian: Why didn’t you tell me she carry a bat around!

NJC: Nah, fuck that. Morgan’s on green light, we see him again tonight we stomp his ass. I’ll handle that bitch later tonight.

Neo turns back to the bus and starts climbing in.

NJC: ROB, KEITH! STOP FEEDING DINO LIQUOR, WE GOT WORK TO DO!

The sad howl of a very disappointed chimp can be heard.

Carter: Wow .. well that was very interesting to say the least ..

Aiello: Well isn't this exciting .. we are just getting word here that next week Shadow Man will be in the house with his first in-ring interview on the revived 'Are you Taco'ing to me?' show. I wonder who his first guest will be? Should be a deep and meaningful back and forth .. laughing .. sorry .. couldn't say that with a straight face

Carter: Don't go anywhere friends .. we'll be right back with our first match of the night after these commercials! You'd be a fool to not tune in! A damn fool! 

Bennett: Oh Lord .. I need a drink

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The cameras start rolling backstage with a tight closeup of Ace Heart in a mirror, lovingly combing his luxurious mustache.  Just by looking at him, you can tell he's brushed it over a thousand strokes. He stood and cuts his eyes to the left.

Heart:  May I help you?

The camera tilts slightly to the left and standing next to him is FSW star Kyle Gautier, complete with his own mustache comb, a cheap plastic thing you can win for tickets at a child's pizza arcade.

Gautier:  I'm just wondering how you have such a luxuriant 'stache. Are there supplements you take?

Heart: How dare you, sir.  This is an all natural, homegrown marvel of nature.

Gautier:  I can see that now, what with being up close to it.  TV doesn't do it justice. Kyle Gautier, FSW star.

He extends his hand without breaking eye contact with the reflection of Ace Heart's crumb duster.

Heart:  Ace Heart,  interviewer extraordinaire.  May I ask why you're here, so far from your 'home?'

Gautier:  Well, I had the.... you know, time and su...time for visi -- seriously, that is one outstanding lip sweater.

Heart:  Start a Facebook fan club for it, then.  I don't have time to waste.  There are a lot of actual Brawl stars that desire my attentions tonight.

Gautier:  Yes, you're absolutely right.  I'm just here because it's Presidents Day and I thought I'd wish President Mac well, since it happened to happen on his birthday.  You know, it never hurts to kiss ass a little bit.

Heart nods ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Heart:  Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure if he's actually here.  Besides, he's Canadian by birth, so the fun coincidence might not be as impressive to him like it is to you.

Gautier: Your mustache is so wise. I want to learn under it.

Heart starts to lean away and visibly be creeped out.

Gautier:  Well, I better go.  I'll find something to occupy my time.  Thank you for the kind words, Mr. Heart.  Until next time...

Gautier slowly slides out of frame, still never breaking eye contact with the mustache.  When he's successfully gone,  Heart brings up his index fingers and gently soothes his lady tickler.

Heart:  It's all right, little one....He's gone now.... I know, he weirded me out too....

Fade out.

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SINGLES MATCH

DARIAN GRAY

VS EMMA LOUISE

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Aiello: Let's get right into our first match. The lovely Jessica Stroup with the introductions.

Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Long Beach, California. Weighing in at 275 pounds, he is "The Portrait"! Darian Graaay!

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.

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.

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.

Stroup: And his opponent, from London, England. Emma Louise!

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

Aiello: The Portrait is a relative newcomer to MNB, but he's coming off a win last week in Cleveland.

Bennett: He's showing potential. Emma Louise is going to have her hands full.

DING! DING! DING!

The size difference is evident as Emma slowly circles around the 6'5 Darian Gray. Emma suddenly charges toward Gray and slides between his legs. She jumps on his back, locking in a rear naked choke. Gray drops to one knee from the pressure but reaches behind him and flips Emma to the mat with a snapmare. He tries to put her in a headlock but Emma slips out, runs off the ropes and hits Gray with a basement dropkick. Gray falls on his backside and Emma hits him from behind with a running spin kick. Emma makes the cover.

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Kickout!

Carter: Emma out to a fast start!

Aiello: She's using her speed and quickness advantage.

Gray slowly gets to his feet as Emma strikes him with a cross chop. It has no effect on Darian as he stands there with a smirk on his face. Emma goes for another chop but to no avail. Gray hits her with a boot to the gut and whips Emma into the ropes. He picks Emma up and slams her to the mat with a samoan drop. He stands up and steps on Emma's gut, walking over her and wipes his feet on the mat. Gray makes the cover.

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Kickout! 

Aiello: Gray showing his power and lack of respect of Emma with the cocky pin.

Bennett: He's a Modern Day Masterpiece. Let the man work.

Gray pulls Emma to her feet and sends her into the turnbuckles. He follows up with a running high knee that drops Emma to the mat. He hits her with a jumping high knee to the stomach and goes for another pin.

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Kickout!

Aiello: Even through a size and strength advantage, Emma's not going to quit.

Carter: Let's not forget the match she had with Drake. Emma doesn't go down with a fight.

Gray gets back to his feet and stomps on the stomach of Emma. He pulls her to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Emma ducks under a clothesline from Gray and bounces off the opposite ropes before flying into a forearm shot that knocks Gray back. Emma slides onto the apron and springs into a top rope asai moonsault. Gray catches her in the air on his shoulder and drills Emma into the mat with a running powerslam. Gray makes the cover.

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Kickout!

Gray pounds the mat and brings Emma back to her feet. He lifts her up for a second running powerslam but Emma slides off and pushes him into the turnbuckles. Gray turns around and gets hit with a thrust kick followed by an x-factor. Gray turns onto his back, holding his chest as Emma does a booty poppin' moonsault and makes the cover.

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Referee Daniels stops his count.

Aiello: Gray's 6'5 frame helped him out there.

Josh Daniels points to Gray's foot on the bottom rope and Emma stays on the offensive. She goes for the front face sleeper but Gray overpowers her and pushes her away. Gray gets back to his feet but Emma hits him in the chest by bending forward into a back heel kick. She grabs him for the twist of hate but Gray lifts her up and slams her with a back suplex. Gray stands up and waits for Emma to get her feet. He runs in for a high impact big boot and catches Emma square in the face. Gray makes the pin.

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DING! DING! DING! 

Stroup: Your winner by pinfall, The Portrait, Darian Gray!

Aiello: Darian was able to hoard off Emma from making a comeback and secures the victory.

Bennett: Emma is always a game opponent and Gray showed he's ready. ReVenants start the show!

Earlier today, just outside the back entrance of the Little Caesars Arena, EWC Network camera crews film a growing, raucous crowd. The Detroit chapter of the EWC faithful has gathered in the talent parking lot to capture pictures and shuffle for the autographs of their favorite stars. Every few minutes, another car would pull in and discharge a passenger or two, sometimes three. If they were lucky, they would catch Morgan Darkwater or Neo James Carner, perhaps highly respected stalwarts like Ruthann Hunter or even champions like Nostalgia or Drake. This time, a black rental car pulls up to the entrance and glides to a stop. The passenger door is pulled open by EWC security and out steps the FSW Champion Magdalena Lockheart.

The crowd surrounding the car erupts into loud boos, but surprisingly enough there is a loud cheering section as well. Lockheart stands tall dressed to impress; a black shimmering evening gown that compliments her hourglass frame and the FSW Championship belt adorned on it. Lockheart adjusts her dark sunglasses and brushes back her hair - she stops for a moment to notice a certain group of fans not only cheering for her, but desperately pushing themselves forward in the crowd to beg for a selfie and a signature.

Before Lockheart can disappear through the doors of the building, she is met by Monday Night Brawl interviewer Ace Heart, who emerges from that very same door with a microphone in hand.

Ace Heart: Excuse me, excuse me. Miss Lockheart? May I ask you a few questions please?

Flashes from camera phones go off as Lockheart brushes her hair back yet again.

Ace Heart: First of all, what are you doing here at Monday Night Brawl?

Magdalena cannot answer right away as the volume of the crowd, both negative and positive, is dialed up to 11.

Magdalena Lockheart: Oh, you know. A little bit of this… a little bit of that.

Ace Heart: I don’t understand. You had announced last week that you had signed a contract with Rampage. Are you here to scout the competition?

Magdalena Lockheart: Mmm… maybe. Or perhaps, it’s just important that somebody knows that I’m willing to show up.

Ace Heart: Who?

Magdalena Lockheart: Let’s just say that someone said ‘you know where to find me’. Now either he’s right, and he’ll be here… or perhaps I don’t know where to find him after all.

Ace Heart: Are you referring to the Undisputed World Champion Ashton Drake?

Magdalena Lockheart: Ace… I’m impressed. You do follow social media. Congratulations.

Ace Heart: So you’re here to see Drake, is that all?

Magdalena Lockheart: No. Not quite. You were probably right the first time when you said that I’m here to scout the competition. Friday Night Rampage is done taking a backseat to the Monday red brand; instead of pulling fives to their sixes in the ratings war and losing to them in almost every interbrand match in the past year, I think it’s about time someone brings the fight to their doorstep.

Ace Heart: ...and that’s going to be... you?

A large portion of the crowd laughs when Ace openly questions Lockheart to her face. Magdalena tenses her fists and looks as though she is going to rip the sunglasses down from off of her face, but she stops herself. A few deep breaths later she is back to being calm.

Magdalena Lockheart: You know something, Ace. I love these fans. I really do. Cheer me, boo me… I don’t give a shit. As long as your loud enough and you’re talking about what I’m doing at your workplace or on your social media accounts, then I win… the EWC wins… everybody wins. As for you, Mister Heart, I appreciate the job that you are doing as well. I appreciate it so much that I’m just gonna pass along this little word of advice to you. Keep doubting. It’s like using fuel to try to put out my fire. With that being said, this interview is over.

The crowd pushes towards the barricades and snaps even more photos of Lockheart as she pushes past Heart and towards the rear doors. She stops for a few moments to sign a couple of autographs before disappearing into the building. Ace turns towards the camera.

Ace Heart: Well, Magdalena Lockheart is here tonight as we are set to go live in Motor City… I’m not sure what that means but I guess we’ll find out.


Carter: We'll be back with more Monday Night Brawl!

The camera fades in to show Captain Morgan Darkwater silently pacing a dimly lit area backstage, his crimson coat and gleaming International title over his shoulder a bright contrast set against the black brick wall. The crowds are chanting his name, but if he can hear them it's not evident on his face, which is etched with idignation as he glares at the camera every time he reaches the edge of the shot before pacing back to the other. After several long moments of this behaviour he takes a deep breath and turns to address the camera.

Morgan: Why must it be, that e'ery time I try an' be th' honourable man, th' respectful champion t' an opponent I believe t' be diff'rent from th' usual arrogance an' egos plaguin' th' locker rooms... why, after e'ery effort t' be th' better man, does me courtesy get thrown back in me face? I thought - nay, I'd hoped - ye would be diff'rent than those that had come 'fore ye, Mr Kross... an' ye proved me wrong.

He clasps his hands together, the knuckles draining to white in his barely suppressed anger and frustration.

Morgan: I was beginnin' t' think - fool that I be - that I may finally, finally be garnerin' th' respect I was due. Respect ye claim t' hold fer me, Mr Kross, yet of which I saw nor heard none of in yer promo. Ye claim t' respect me, in th' same breath in which ye call me life as a pirate a hollow sham, me service in th' Navy a coward's choice, an' claim me accomplishments be nothin' compared t' what ye gone through in yer youth... jus' what part o' ye venom an' vitriol was 'sposed to sound respectful, lad?

The Captain takes two more paces, shoulders heaving from his rage that was threatening to boil to the surface at any moment.

Morgan: Maybe all that ink ye daubed o'er ye body has slowly poisoned ye brain, lad, if ye think anythin' o' what ye said be th' least bit respectful, Mr Kross. If that be th' case, then allow me t' address ye points in turn, an' address 'em slowly an' with small words so maybe ye can better understand just what a grave mistake ye have made by insultin' me. Firstly, I am - an' always will be - a pirate, strong an' proud. Maybe ye be part o' the social-media generation, an' if ye don't see or read it online it must not be happenin' or true, but let me assure ye that just 'cause me life an' exploits on th' open seas isn't all o'er th' news that it be nonexistent. Just ask this Resume character - whoe'er they be - as they seem determined t' bring me back t' th' pirate-life full-time.

He pauses in his strides, readjusting the championship belt over his shoulder with a weary sigh.

Morgan: Or maybe ye think I be too kind an' laidback t' truly be a pirate, hmm? Has it occurred t' ye that maybe I have t' restrain me'self whilst under contract wit' th' EWC, that I have t' present me'self as a more acceptable version o' me'self? 'Cause trust me, lad, ye wouldn't want t' meet the real, true Captain Morgan Darkwater, unfettered by th' chains o' civilised society, a law unto himself, a name uttered wit' both respect, aye, but also wit' fear. Or maybe... maybe ye do? Maybe what ye an' th' rest o' th' EWC roster need is t' finally meet th' real Captain Darkwater, th' Captain who lives by his own rules an' is quick t' dispense swift and terrible retribution fer any slight against his name... Mr Carner definitely seems like someone who needs t' meet th' real Darkwater...

The burly man chuckles to himself, as if imagining the terrible things he'd do to Neo James Carner if he didn't hold back.

Morgan: Ye claim that nothin' I've fought or struggled fer holds a candle t' yer own struggles - I say ye have a might high opinion o' yer'self! Ye've been through cage fights an' bareknuckle brawls? I be undefeated in th' latter, an' that I did fer sport - I have literally fought fer me very life more times than I care t' remember! I've faced-off bandits, mutineers, rival pirates, bounty hunters, cannibal wildmen, marauders an' murderers, crossed steel an' traded shots wit' th' most coldblooded, merciless men in th' tropics an' I still be standin' 'ere! Ye think it be t' take blatant disrespect from arrogant whelps like ye? NAY!

At this point Morgan is practically grabbing the camera, almost as if he wanted to grab Kendrick Kross by the throat. His eyes are bulging, face flushed crimson to match his coat, his temple throbbing.

Morgan: An' don't ye dare have th' audacity t' disrespect an' belittle th' Navy, nor th' brave men an' women who serve! What service do ye have t' speak of, that makes ye such an authoritative voice? None, from what I hear - whilst I spent me youth servin' in th' Royal Navy, keepin' th' seas safe from terrorist incursions an' hostile enemy movements, ye spent yers in a cage, tradin' blows an' bruises... an ye think ye have th' right to shame me fer me naval career? Here be another sayin' fer ye: Those that can, do. Those that can't, should shut the hell up!

Unknown Voice: You took the words right out of my mouth.

Morgan looks up from the camera in time to receive a big boot to the face, flooring him instantly. Neo James Carner, Keith Williams, Rob Garcia and Darian Grey of the ReVenants all lay siege upon Morgan with a parade of vicious stomps and kicks that would maul a lesser man. Morgan, however, is struggling valiantly to his knees despite he malicious rain of blows. Neo James Carner grabs the bigger man by the beard and spits in his face.

NJC: You sanctimonious little buckler polisher, where’s my title!? WHERE’S MY TITLE!!!?!

Morgan strggles against Darian and Keith, who are holding him down by his arms as Rob Garcia plucks the title from the floor where it had fallen and hands it over to Neo.

NJC: You see this, you little piece of shit!? Just like you held the TV title until I wanted it, I’ve ALLOWED you to hold this for me. It’s time I take what’s mine, I’m going to prove to you I’ll be a better International Champion just like I was a better Television Champion!!!!!!

Neo rubs the Championship in Morgan’s face when suddenly the camera is jostled as three new figures enter the fray, tackling the ReVenants and pulling them off Morgan, who struggles to his feet, red with rage, wild eyes hunting for Carner. Once the camera has had time to back away and readjust to all the combatants now in the frame we see the newcomers are none other than the EWC Champion Drake, NEVAEH and... Kyle Gautier?

They go after Rob, Keith and Darian respectively, and there is no sign of wrestling here - it's an all-out brawl, fists flying and kicks lashing as the six combatants are scrambling over one another in a subconscious effort to come out on top. Amidst the grunts and muffled curses can be heard the unmistakable sounds of excited laughter.

Kyle Gautier: Heh-heh - This is more like it! I knew coming to Brawl for the night would be fun!

He's immediately knocked flat on his face by a bone-crunching forearm to the back of his head, delivered by Darian Grey, who proceeds to stomp on him mercilessly.

Darian: Welcome to the Big Leagues, chump!

His neck is then hooked by Nevaeh, who hits him with the Russian Leg Sweep onto the cold, unforgiving concrete. Keith is quick to come to his ReV-mate's aid, scooping his attacker up before Nev has a chance to scramble back to her feet, and delivers her right back to the stone floor with sickening DDT.

Morgan has finally found Neo amidst the chaos and makes right for him, arms outstretched with every intention of executing the Hangman's Noose when Drake steps in between them to break things up. Morgan, irate at being denied his prize, gets in Drake's face, jaw jutting dangerously, eyes bulging. His next words are seething, and it's clear he's struggling not to attempt to remove the Undisputed Champion from his way

Morgan: All due respect, Drake... but what th' hell do ye think ye be doin'?!

Drake remains silent and coolheaded, and simply nods over Morgan's shoulder to draw the Captain's attention to yet another newcomer to the scene. Morgan rounds angrily on his heel, fists up ready for a brawl, and practically comes up face to face with the EWC President, who's surveying the chaos around him with professional calm.

Mac: Is there a problem here, gentlemen...?

Everyone immediately stops fighting, each faction scrabbling to opposite ends of the scene. The ReVenants all exchange looks, Neo tosses Morgan’s International Championship at Darkwater’s feet. Morgan slowly picks it up, eyeing Carner with cold, murderous intent before he nearly lunges forward at the ReVs. Drake and NEVEAH stop that from happening, trying to cool down their fellow stablemate as Kyle Gautier just chuckles softly at the pirate's fighting spirit.

Morgan: Ye honourless bastards - I’ll cut ye’ hearts out en masse! I’ll swab the deck with th' blood o' th' lot o' ye!

Keith: Swab my poopdeck!

Morgan nearly has a case of rage explosions as he tries to rush forward but cooler heads prevail as Mac begins to speak.

Mac: This has all been adorable, almost impressive, but honestly... ultimately real childish. See, Neo, this is why your boy’s won’t be allowed in the building after they finish their contractually obligated matches. It’s just gonna be you, and Morgan, for the EWC International Championship in the main event

Neo scoffs.

NJC: Oh, I’m looking forward to it with all kinds of anticipation. Can’t wait to shut up your favourite corporate ass-kissing pirate! You hear me Mac? You bald bastard!

Morgan: Hah! If anyone be ass-kissin' it be all yer lil sorry sacks o' shit ye call mates, Carner! We all be hearin' stories o' th' sordid things that take place on that coach...!

Mac shrugs as he places his hands into the pockets of his suit.

Mac: You know, this has been an eye opening experience for me. I was going to roll out the red carpet for you, give you that contract signing moment in front of all the fans and let you and your boys get a little time in the limelight, but I can see there’s nothing but disrespect here - disrespect for Morgan, for his title, and for ceremony. Plus .. it's my birthday 

The smartly-dressed President procures a piece of paper from his suit's breast pocket, unfolding it gently and hands it over Neo.

NJC: The hell is this?

Morgan: I don't think Mr Carner can read...

Mac: It’s the contract: you don’t deserve all the spectacle and grandeur that comes with a contract signing. You and your boys would turn it into a cliche with your antics. So, sign it and it’s sealed.

Neo growls as he pats his persons in search for a pen. Mac nonchalantly pulls one out of his coat’s pocket and hands it to Neo.

NJC: Fine, I’ll sign it! I’ll sign it!!

Neo waves Darian over and uses Grey’s back to sign the contract.

NJC: I need a perfect surface to sign this.

Darian grins wide at the joke as Neo finishes the signature and hands it off to Mac.

Mac: Very good ... Morgan.

Mac hands the contract over to Morgan who procures an ink quill from his crimson coat with a wry smile and a flourish.

NJC: OH COME ON! WE GET IT! YOU’RE A PIRATE!

Morgan sneers at Neo as he signs the contract with elegant ease and a quick hand.

Morgan: Ye’ just signed your death warrant, Carner. I’ll be sending ye t' th' depths next week!

Neo gets eye to eye with Morgan as their respective crews try to restrain them.

NJC: It’s time we finally end this, once and for all. Entertainer vs Wrestler, I hope you’re ready Morgan.

Morgan: Aye, an' th' same goes for ye, ye loathsome cur...!

Mac plucks the contract from Morgan and admires it for a moment.

Mac: Wonderful doing business with you gentlemen.

He starts to walk away when Drake waves at Mac.

Mac: Oh hey, Drake! Thanks for reminding me! Come that International Title match, the Revolution ... will have the best, ringside seats! As audience ... and enforcers should the ReVs show their usual blatant disregard for the rules and try to interfere.

Keith Williams: Oh, that is major-class BULLSHIT!

NJC: So Morgan gets his new butt-pirate buddies to watch his back, but not me? I always said you were biased, Mac, this just proves it!

Morgan: I ne'er needed help t' wipe th' floor wit' ye, Carner, an' I ne'er will!

Mac: Like I said, the Revolution will simply be ringside in the, dare I say, inevitable chance your ReVenants break their ban. They know if they directly involve themselves in the actual match that there will be stiff repercussions. Good day, gentlemen, and good luck in your respective matches ... 

Mac walks off whistling the "Happy Birthday" song .. Neo and Morgan continue to glare at one another with fierce venom seething between their intense staredown as the show goes to commercial.

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ANYTHING GOES - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH

DOMINIC SANDERS

VS ROB GARCIA

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Aiello: What a great match to start us off here tonight. We just witnessed Emma Louise and Darian Gray of the ReVenants do battle. Now we have another ReVenant in action, with Rob Garcia going up against Dominic Sanders in a Falls Count Anywhere Match.

The lights go out in the arena. The intro to 'Desperate Cry' by Sepultura begins playing with soft acoustic riffs. On the first couple of strums of metal, the lights flash different colors. On the seventh strum, white pyros blast on the stage and Dominic Sanders walks out when the music kicks in. He walks down the ramp and stops at the bottom, looking around at the crowd. He looks at the ring and slaps his chest as the vocals begin in the song and Sanders continues walking towards the ring.

Stroup: From Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at 285 pounds. Dominic Sanders!

He heads over to the ring steps and climbs them onto the ring apron. On the first mention of "Desperate Cry" he grabs the top rope and jumps over the top and into the ring. He looks out at the crowd again and slaps his chest with his right hand and points up to the sky. He paces around the ring for a few more measures of the song as it fades out.

Aiello: Dominic Sanders looked very strong in a losing effort in his debut last week. 

Carter: He is looking to bounce back and end Rob Garcia’s latest Undefeated Streak.

Bennett: It’ll never happen. This guy just looks too nice. Like he should be playing some childish superhero.

Stroup: And his opponent...weighing in at 245 pounds and hailing from Los Angeles, CA……..ROBBBBBB GARCCCCCIIIIAAA!

The arena goes dark except for the fans cell phones... 🎵I wear a mean dark pair of shades.. 🎵 plays threw out the arena and the crowd errupt in "boo's!" The music hits and the lights come on! Rob Garcia is standing at the top of the stage with his back to the audience, legs spread apart and his arms pointing out to his sides, fists clenched. His hair is in a supposed to be in a man bun, but his hair is to short, so it looks like a pit bulls tail when its been snippet. Rob spins around to face the audience and he has over sized gucci glasses on and a goofy grin on his face. He starts to walk down toward the ring, stopping and pointing to a fan and mock them and talk some smack. When fans try to high five him, Rob pulls back his hands sycing them out or completely dodging their hands. He continues down the asile way, smiling walking with proudly, slightly bobbing his head side to side. He gets to the ring, jogs up the steps, looks around and yells "Ya! Bay-baaaaay!" Walks along the ring apron, enters the ring between the middle rope walks around in a circle with his index fingers pointing at himself, then looks towards the hard camera takes off his shades points at the camera and does the HBK pose as fire works goes off.

Aiello: Rob Garcia is a dangerous competitor. 

Bennett: And the only man deserving of that Undefeated Title.

Carter: Yeah for now. I think Sanders may have a different plan for this evening. 

DING DING DING

Dominic Sanders and Rob Garcia circle each other a few times before Sanders goes to lock up, but Garcia catches Sanders with a knee to the gut, then another. He grabs Sanders, whipping him into the corner. Garcia charges, but is met by a Big Boot to the face. Sanders bursts out of the corner, and goes for a Clothesline but Garcia ducks it. Sanders turns and is met with a boot to the gut. Garcia hooks Sanders for a Suplex, but as he goes to lift, Sanders blocks it. Garcia tries another time, but Sanders blocks it again. Sanders delivers a few shots to the gut of Garcia, then goes for a Suplex of his own, but this time Garcia blocks it and delivers a few shots to the gut of Sanders. Sanders releases the hold, the two then begin to exchange hard rights. Garcia connects first, Sanders follows suit, Garcia again, Sanders again. Garcia goes for another, but it is blocked by Sanders. Sanders charges and connects with a Clothesline, sending he and Garcia down onto the outside. Sanders is the first to his feet, grabs the head of Garcia as Garcia gets a knee, but Garcia pulls Sanders tights, pulling him head first into the Ringpost. Garcia then gets up and stomps on the downed Sanders a few times. Garcia drags Sanders to his feet, clasps his arms around Sanders, lifts, and brings him hard to the ground with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Garcia quickly goes for the cover, the ref gets in position, he counts….

ONE

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T...kickout by Sanders.

Aiello: Some great back and forth action to start this match. Garcia is the first to get the advantage.

Bennett: He was the first, and will damn sure be the last. That Undefeated Title is staying with him forever.

Garcia grabs Sanders by the head and brings him to his feet. He walks Sanders over to the barricade, he goes to smash Sander’s head into the barricade, but Sanders blocks it. Sanders throws a few elbows into the gut of Garcia. Sanders quickly gets in position, lifts Garcia into a Samoan Drop, and drops him over the barricade, and onto a few seats fans evacuated just in time. As Sanders is about to make his way over the barricade, Jeff Noon has charging. Sanders notices Jeff Noon in his peripheral vision. As Noon is a few steps away, Sanders turns and thrusts his hand around Noon’s neck. He steps toward Noon, but before he can complete the move, Garcia cracks Sanders in the back with a chair. Noon pushes Sanders toward Garcia. Garcia wraps his arm between Sanders, lifts him over the barricade, and sends him crashing down onto more abandoned seats. He goes for the cover...it takes the ref a second to hop over the barricade and get in position...he counts…

ONE

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TW...kickout by Sanders.

Carter: Sanders showing some resiliency after taking an impact like that.

Aiello: That was a fine move by Garcia. He is really dialing up the intensity.

Garcia climbs onto the barricade. He turns away from Sanders, he looks over his shoulder, crocuches down for leverage, then leaps, attempting a Moonsault, but Sanders rolls out of the way at the last possible second, so Garcia crashes onto the hard floor. It takes a few seconds for Sanders to get to his feet. When he does he grabs a chair, and proceeds to jam it into the ribs of the downed Garcia. He cocks back to send it crashing onto Garcia’s spine. But Jeff Noon pops his head in again, and grabs the chair. Sanders turns and gives Noon the death stare.

Every step Sanders takes closer to Noon, Noon matches with a step away from Noon. Garcia gets to his feet and charges at Sanders, trying to catch him by surprise, but it seems Sanders was ready this. Sanders dodges to his left, causing Garcia to crash into Noon instead. Garcia is beside himself. He is shaking Noon, asking if his buddy is alright. Meanwhile, Sanders grabs a different chair, and uses this opportunity to crack Garcia in the skull. Garcia drops, Sanders goes for the pin… again it takes the ref a bit of time to get in position...he counts…

ONE

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Tw...Noon grabs the foot of Garcia and drags him out of the pinfall attempt.

Carter: Jeff Noon is making this match impossible to win for Dominic Sanders. It is basically 2 on 1.

Bennett: That is why he is the best manager in EWC. Brains, brawn, and big balls!

Sanders gets up obviously annoyed. He chases off Noon, then heads back to Garcia. Garcia is now on his feet and goes for a hard right hand, but it is blocked by Sanders. Sanders connects with a kick to the gut, then a hard right of his own. He steps up and grabs Garcia, he lifts, and sends Garcia down hard on the outside with a T-Bone Suplex.

Carter: Sanders just took Garcia to Funky Town!

Sanders wastes no time and goes for the pin...the ref counts…

ONE

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Tw...kickout by Garcia.

Sanders heads over to a clearing, and sees a table with some merchandise on it. He runs his arm over the table, pushing all the merchandise off. He grabs the table, turns, and drags it a bit. But he is met by a hard right from Garcia, then another. Garcia then transitions into a Fisherman Suplex, bringing Sanders down hard onto the floor...the ref makes the count…

ONE

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TWO

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Th...kickout by Sanders. 

Garcia heads over to the table, and climbs atop it. He literally sets and leaps, attempting a Frog Splash, but Sanders moves out of the way. It takes a few seconds for both men to get to their feet. Sanders is up first, he charges at Garcia, as soon as Garcia gets to his feet, Sanders is there to delivers Clothesline from Hell. Sanders wastes no time, wraps his hand around the throat of Garcia. It takes a lot of energy for Sanders to get Garcia to his feet. As he does, he lifts him the air, and drives him down onto the floor with a Chokeslam. Sanders turns, and grabs the table, pulls it a few feet to the left.

Carter: This could be it, if Sanders can do that again but through the table, that will be All She Wrote.

Aiello: Sanders has taken the advantage, he needs to keep up the pressure to secure his first win here on Monday Night Brawl.

Sanders has the table set. He staggers over to Garcia, begins to bring him to his feet. Suddenly, there is a commotion in the crowd. Sanders turns to look for the source, but when he turns back to Garcia, he is met with a Neo Classical Sympho-Knee. Sanders is out on his feet. Neo grabs Garcia by the arm and helps him to his feet. He points upward. Garcia stumbles out of cameraview. Neo James Carner, now accompanied by Jeff Noon, are stomping on the dowed Sanders. Neo instructs Noon to pick up Sanders, which Noon does after a bit of a struggle. Neo charges and connects with another Neo Classical Sympo-Knee. Neo and Noon grab the unconcious Sanders, and set him up on the table. Neo looks up and starts nodding confidently. The fans go crazy as they see Rob Garcia standing on the balcony above. Rob looks around then looks down at Sanders. He crouches, he leaps of the Balcony, and crashes through Sanders along with the table with a 450 Splash. The arena fills with chants of….

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

As the crowd continues the chant, Garcia is motionless atop of Sanders. The ref gets in position and makes the count…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here is your winner…. ROBBBBB GARRRRCCCCIAAAAAA!

Bennett: I told you sum’bitches. That Undefeated Streak will NEVER END!

Carter: No one can deny how impressive Garcia was, at the same time, no one can deny he had some help finishing off Sanders.

Aiello: Sanders with another quality performance, unfortunately the help from the ReVenants proved too much to overcome.

Neo walks up to and hops over the barricade on his way to retrieve Rob's Undefeated Title. Meanwhile, Jeff Noon and Rob Garcia head back yo Sanders. Rob tells Noon to hold Sanders. Rob charges and connects with Lights Out for Harambe. Jeff Noon points and laughs at Sanders. Rob tell Noon to pick him up again. A commotion starts as Jeff Noon struggled to lift Sanders. Suddenly, Nostalgia comes out of nowhere to Sander's aid. Rob Garcia backs up a few steps, and Noon runs behind him. Nostalgia lifts Sanders up and points at Garcia and Noon. Sanders bursts from the floor and charges at the duo, Nostalgia following a step behind. Garcia and Noon turn and book it toward up the steps to the next level. Noon runs into a slim metal barricade and falls over it. Garcia quickly grabs him by the shirt and drags him to his feet. They book it again, and make their way to the vendor area backstage where cameras can't follow.

Aiello: What a hellacious match we just witnessed folks. Stay tuned, because coming up next we have Griffin Hawkins looking for some vengeance on behalf of Melinda Rhodes when he gets in the ring with AJ Johnson. Hold on a second ladies and gentlemen. I'm being told we have a camera backstage with live footage of an altercation backstage.

The cameraman is keeping pace , a few feet ahead of Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon through the vendor hall. Nostalgia and Dominic Sanders seem to be gaining on them, until Rob Garcia grabs a vendor, and pushes the hairnet wearing middle aged man into Dominic Sanders then knocks over a Popcorn machine in front of Nostalgia. Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon see the Escalator and make their move. As they get onto the Escalator, they look back and see their pursuers nio where in sight. Jeff Noon hops onto the rail of the Escalator, and starts to slide down.

Unfortunately he only makes it a few feet before falling off, elbows and shins first. Rob Garcia frantically helps his friend slash manager to his feet, when they hear the footsteps. Nostalgia and Dominic Sanders charging down the Escalator. Rob and Jeff run toward the exit, Nostalgia is within arm's reach of Jeff, but as he soon as he is about to grab Jeff Noon's collar, Nostalgia stops. Giving Noon the chance to push someone into Nostalgia, Dominic continues through the exit door, only to see Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon get into a car and drive off.

We go backstage to Ace Heart.

Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen....The Rock Soldier, Griffin Hawkins!

Griffin grins as he comes out onto the shot as the crowd in the arena cheers for him appearing.

Ace Heart: Griffin, tonight we get the match the world has been waiting for, you and AJ Johnson one on one. I'm sure you're happy about that.

Griffin Hawkins: No doubt about it Ace, I've been wanting to get my hands on this bleach blonde vanilla as fuck Ken Doll wannabe for weeks now..and finally, I get what I want. But there is something that he said that's been bothering me. He said he is the face of EWC and he's the guy that the crowd wants to see. Can you confirm that Ace?[

Ace Heart: Um..not really....

Griffin Hawkins: I didn't think so. So for the last few weeks I've been trying to get in touch with the higher ups of ESPN, Spike TV and Sky Sports..and thankfully...I got in good with them. I managed to get statistics of the EWC Brawl weekly ratings and I'll read em to ya right now!

He pulls a piece of paper out of his back pocket.

Griffin Hawkins: Ahem! We have viewers right now watching this program..seven million men....six million women...three point eight million teenagers..that's a lot huh? According to this, 20 million people a week watch this show..the first 25 minutes of the show watched by the audience..however it says here around the 35 minute mark, out comes AJ Johnson. And he is rated the number one cure for constipation...because everybody is always in the bathroom when he comes out!

The crowd cheers in response as Griffin smiles, throwing the paper away.

Griffin Hawkins: So enough about those statistics...tonight AJ is gonna become just another statistic when he steps in the ring with me tonight. AJ seems to have it in his head that he is the be all end all of EWC itself? And why? Just because he jumps people from behind and runs away whenever a threat comes in front of him? AJ may see this match as a cakewalk..but it's nothing but that. If he bothered to educate himself, he'd know that I have been beating down guys bigger..badder and a hell of a lot tougher than him...long before anybody ever heard of him. He's trying hard to get noticed by the EWC universe..while every time I go out...they already know who I am. So if he wants to try me tonight...then I'm gonna make him famous.

He leaves Ace as we go to the ring.

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SINGLES MATCH

GRIFFIN HAWKINS

VS AJ JOHNSON

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Aiello: Our next match of the night features a grudge match between Griffin Hawkins and AJ Johnson.

Carter: Griffin has promised swift and brutal retribution on AJ for what he's done to Melinda Rhodes.

Aiello: I believe she's going on week three since she suffered massive head trauma delivered by AJ via a lead pipe, that was further complicated by a pre-existing concussion that she had not been treated, gained in her match against David Miller.

Stroup: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! INTRODUCING FIRST...

The spotlight shines on a young man who seems to be playing a guitar on stage. After playing a long interrupted solo...he strokes the guitar in one fell swoop, setting off the pyro's on stage! The lights come on to reveal Griffin Hawkins! Beside him stands Molly O'Hatherine playing air guitar using the bright red aluminum baseball bat of Melinda Rhodes. Griffin 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. He sets his guitar by the steps and gets in the ring. Molly claps for him and shouts to the crowd, "WHO'S HERE FER AN ARSE WHUPPIN'?!!!"

Bennett: Who the hell invited Molly?

Carter: Oh you know how Molly is, she's very involved.

Aiello: With the kind of antics AJ pulls, it's good Griffin has back up.

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.

Bennett: Ain't that a crock? What's next? Kissing babies and hugging the fattest girls?
Aiello: Nothing with showing support to the fans.

After Griffin gets in the ring, he paces back and forth. Molly joins him, the two talking shop as they wait together.

Stroup: ACCOMPANIED BY THE GINGER NINJA, MOLLY O' HATHERINE AND STANDING AT 6'2" AND WEIGHING IN AT 227 POUNDS, FROM WINDSOR, ONTARIO, CANADA....GGGGGGRRRRRIFFIN HHHHAAAWWWKIIIINNNNNSSSS!!!!

The crowd gives a MASSIVE pop for the crowd favorite.

Aiello: The fans are 100% behind Hawkins tonight!

Bennett: That's because he's always sucking up to 'em! Man's gotta' drive his merch somehow!

Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT, who I have been instructed to say, needs no introduction...

The Crowd jeers intensely once more as "At My Best" by MGK hit's the PA....

Bennett: Goddamn people, let the man enter before you start with your bullshit!

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. Behind him stands the 6'5" frame of Big Vito.


Carter: He has got to be the most hated man on Monday Night Brawl right now.

Carter: If not on Brawl than in the entire company. It's surprising how many friends the Rebel managed to make across different brands.

Aiello: I know, a ton of them showed up last week to get a little payback.
Bennett: Oh yeah? Where are they now? I still see AJ standing! They didn't get the job done if you ask this Sum' bitch!

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

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

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

The crowd lets him have it.

YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!!!

Before he can drop the microphone, Griffin is on him in a flash. The Referee is quick to step in between them, ordering Griffin to back off.

Carter: Griffin looking for redemption here tonight!! Redemption for Melinda!! He said so himself!

DING DING DING

Johnson and Hawkins circle one another in the worker's walk, AJ's mouth moving a mile a minute with small taunts and insults while Griffin remained grim and focused, staring hard at his opponent. The two move in for a collar elbow tie up, but Griffin smells a fake out and is proven right, narrowly snapping his face back to avoid a fast slap from AJ.

Bennett: Someone disqualify Griffin, this is unethical.

Carter: How is dodging unethical?

Bennett: Obviously he's scared!

AJ shouts at Griffin, "COME ON!" Griffin raises a middle finger at AJ in response and smirks.

Aiello: These two aren't going to go quietly into the night.

The two then resume the circular workers walk, moving in closer and closer once more. AJ goes for the slap again and Griffin catches it, twisting him into a tight wrist and elbow lock. As AJ grits his teeth in pain, Griffin raises the arm, steps under it, and yanks it with a second, tighter twist. He repeats the process, this time twisting and flinging AJ onto his rear, kneeling behind him and locking on a tight arm lock that torqued the shoulder at a painful angle!

Carter: Griffin establishing an early lead.

Bennett: Bullshit! AJ forgot to stretch before the match.

As Johnson struggles, Vito is seen sneaking around to the back of the referee from outside the ring, lead pipe still in hand. Molly spots him and shouts out, "GET BACK ON YOUR SIDE FAWK BOY!!!" She then issues a warning by raising the ball bat at the ready. Vito glares at her, then waves her off, returning to the otherside of the ring.

Bennett: Who invited that broad out here? Killing my ears.

Carter: You go tell her to leave.

Bennett: You do it since you're so quick to make suggestions.

AJ fights the hold, trying to claw or grab at an part of Griffin he can get his hands on. He got a handful of hair and starts to brutally yank at the side of Hawkin's head! Griff grits his teeth in pain then lifts AJ back to a stand, allowing him to apply more pressure on the hold. AJ releases the hair to try and pull his arm free. Griffin then twists and turns, unfolding the arm back into a steep wrist lock.

Bennett: That's the finest wrist lock I've ever seen!

Carter: AJ does have the leverage in well.

AJ finally flips forward for a roll, slipping out of the wrist lock and taking Griffin by his wrist, pulling him right into a clothesline! Johnson then rushes for the nearest set of ropes, rebounding off of them and hurling both feet right at Griffin's face, but the Rock Soldier merely ducks his head to the left and walks right passed him as AJ hit's the canvas with a small skid and roll back to his feet!

Bennett: For Christ sakes, is he going to take this seriously? Isn't he avenging Mel?

Aiello: I think it's all mind games.

Griffin watches AJ come at him and belts off a superkick, which Johnson catches. AJ slings the leg away, looking to go for a kick of his own, but having to stop and duck into a back roll away as that slung leg became a spinning back kick! Griffin spins right into a fighting stance, halting AJ's return attack as he stands with his legs crooked, fists up and motioning for AJ to come at him! Outside the ring Molly cheers him on!

Molly: GIVE 'EM WHAT FER, GRIFFIN!!

Bennett: For fucks sake, somebody shut her up.

Aiello: Be nice.

Vito quietly paces back and forth on the otherside, glaring holes at Griffin Hawkins.

Bennett: Yo, Vito. I'll give you a fiver and a sixer if you go hush up Molly.

Meanwhile, AJ assumes a stance of his own, trying to remember some old martial arts stun coreography from an old movie he was in years ago. He takes several slow and deep breaths, staring hard at Griffin who just smirks at him.

Suddenly AJ rushes in at Griffin, letting out a wild cry as he threw a mad flurry of cool looking but uncoordinated jabs, which Griffin blocked and slapped away until suddenly catching him with a fast snap backhand to the face, followed by a hard punch to the chest that sends AJ staggering back, clutching at his chest with a wince. Griffin did not let up, lunging forward with a devastating knee lift, followed by a clutch and spinning Uranagi slam, resulting in the first pin of the evening!

ONE!!!





TW-KICKOUT!!!

Johnson manages to throw a shoulder up and jab a thumb right into Griffin's eye! Hawkins sits up, growling in pain, the referee quick to check him over. AJ rolls away towards Vito who passes a small bag to AJ under the guise of giving him some sort of reassurance and patting his shoulder. Molly casts a sideways and suspicious gaze at the two. AJ hides the item in his boot, pretending to adjust his boot before getting to his feet. He looks across the ring to see Hawkins blinking and rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

Bennett: That's what he gets for inviting Molly to ringside.

Aiello: What's with you tonight? You sound like a jilted ex-lover.

As Molly watches AJ Johnson intently, trying to ascertain what he had just done, Vito makes a motion. A hooded figure in the audience moves into position, lined up with the Ginger Ninja....

Bennett: Please, for the love of God take out that two bit pony!

Aiello: She better watch out.

Meanwhile, back in the ring Johnson takes full advantage of Griffin's momentary loss of depth perception and clear vision, faking him out with a jab only to deliver a gut kick that doubles Griffin over. Johnson straddles Griffin's head in a standing headscissor and just as he's about to flip forward and deliver the Day Dreamer, Griffin stands straight up, throwing AJ up and over for a hard landing on his rear!

Carter: AJ's been flat on his ass a lot in this match.

Bennett: You seen him gyrate, he's got strong muscles.

Griffin smiles and taps his head, everyone realizing he was faking Johnson out himself. He then turns and rushes in with a hard spinal tap kick to AJ's lower back, AJ crying out in pain with his back arched and fists clenched tight! Griffin then rushes to the nearby ropes and goes for a springboard, only for Vito to reach up and pull the rope down! Instead of springboarding off it, Griffin kicks at empty air and falls flat on the canvas!


Bennett: Oh no, poor little Griffin forgot how to wrestle.

Aiello: That's not what happened and you know it!

As the Referee goes to deal with Vito, Molly shouting across the ring at him repeatedly and everyone's attention otherwise occupied, AJ pulls the object from his boot, appearing as if kneeling in pain. Griffin doesn't let him deter him, instead gathering AJ up only for AJ to swing the object, a small balloon, right in Griffin's face with enough force that the balloon explodes into a spray of white mist! Griffin stumbles back, crying out in pain and rubbing at his eyes!

Bennett: Did...Did I just see balloon violence?

Molly tries to get the ref's attention, but AJ covers up the act by booting Griffin in the gut and drilling him with a steep DDT, making a fast cover on impact to knock off any further white residue as he does so!

ONE!





TWO!!!





TTTHHHRRE-KICKOUT!!

Carter: That was a close one there!

Molly slaps the canvas and shouts through the ropes at AJ, "YOU CHEATIN' FAWK!!!" Vito flips off Molly, because he felt like it.

Bennett: Lord have mercy on my ears, somebody, anybody, get her out of here!!

Aiello: Would you knock it off.

AJ shouts back at her with a snicker, "COP DIDN'T SEE IT, I DIDN'T DO IT!!! HA!!!" He then drills Griffin with several stiff forearm shots on the ground before pulling him up and straight into a scoop and Michinoku Driver slam and pinfall!

ONE!!!






TWO!!!






TTHHHRRR-KICKOUT!!

"COME ON, GRIFFIN!!" Molly shouts out as she slaps the apron. The crowd gets behind Griffin as AJ locks on a tight seated sleeper!

LET'S GO GRIFFIN!

AJ SUCKS!!!

LET'S GO GRIFFIN!!

AJ SUCKS!!!

LET'S GO GRIFFIN!!!!

Bennett: The crowd is at a fever pitch!

Griffin comes to, coughing and sputtering in a sleeper hold bordering on a rear naked choke. AJ wrenches his arm against Griffin's throat. "TAP OUT OR PASS OUT, I DON'T CARE! BAHAHAHAHAAAA!!" AJ shouts into his ear.

Aiello: Griffin is fading here! Griffin's fading!

Carter: Does AJ have it!?!

Hawkins finds himself in a difficult position, unable to get real leverage as AJ continues to choke him out. Slowly Griffin begins to fade, his arm held out as his eyes start to slowly close. Slowly the arm lowers, Molly shouting out, "DAMNIT MAN!!!!"

HAWKINS!!! 

HAWKINS!!! 

HAWKINS!!! 

HAWKINS!!!

The referee grabs Griffin's wrist, holds it up, and lets it go, the arm flopping down....

ONE!!

Carter: Griffin's out!

He lifts that arm up once more, then releases it. Griffin's arm flops right back down once more!!!

TWO!!!

The Ref raises that arm up, giving it a firm slap, then releases it......

TTTTHHHHRRRRE-NO!!!

Griffin's arm stops midway down, fist clenched. AJ Johnson's gaze narrows as the crowd chants grow louder.

HAWKINS!!!

HAWKINS!!!

HAWKINS!!!!

HAWKINS!!!

Aiello: Can Hawkins do it!?!

Griffin's body shudders and quakes, his leg twitching as he holds both arms out in front of him, fists clenched tight, his face a dark shade of red. He pushes up and slowly picks himself and AJ Johnson to a stand, the crowd stomping in unison as they will their hero back to life!

Carter: Griffin is still in this!

Bennett: Time for AJ to snuff him out.

With a growl, Griffin twists and belts AJ in the gut with a back elbow, followed up by another and another, until he releases the choke. Griffin then catches him in a 3/4th's necklock over the shoulder and drops for a seat with THE NUMBER ONE STUNNER!!! AJ practically explodes off of Griffin, legs up in the air and landing on his shoulder. He rolls on the side of his face and lands face down on the canvas, out cold and in the middle of the ring!! Griffin slumps on the canvas, panting for breath as the color slowly returns to it's usual shade of pale.

Carter: Griffin's never say die attitude is showing here!

Bennett: If only that'd disappear, just like Molly.

Molly screams at Griffin, "GGGGGEEEEETTTT UUUUUPPPPP!!! HE'S DDDDOOOOWWWNNN!! MAKE THA' PIN!!!"

Bennett: I can hear my brain bleeding.

Carter: Get over it Steve.

Vito runs his fingers over his bald scalp with frustration, tapping the lead pipe against his boot. Steve Bennett can be seen doing the same in the background.

Bennett: Us bald men can't handle mouthy women.

Aiello: Go start a club, I'm trying to watch AJ vs Griffin and you're constant talking of Molly is interrupting it.

Bennett: Who invited her then!? I'm supposed to be here ya' sum bitch!

While AJ lays face down and breathing shallow, Griffin rolls onto his stomach and starts to crawl towards AJ. The second tick by as he draws closer and closer, until finally reaching him, rolling him onto his back and draping an arm over Johnson's chest!

ONE!!!






TWO!!!






TTTTHHHHRRRRE-KICKOUT!!!

AJ rolls onto his side, panting for breath and wide eyed with shock. Griffin sits up, fighting to get his breathing under control and maintain his own frustration. The ref holds up two and a half fingers, which Griffin nods with acceptance at and slowly gets to his feet.

Bennett: Come on AJ, beat this guy or I'll have to hear that slaggy broad some more.

Carter: Griffin and AJ have been neck and neck this whole time, it's anybody's game.

Outside the ring, Molly O'Hatherine paces back and forth, clearly wanting to jump into the ring and do some damage. Suddenly the hooded figure from earlier jumps the guard rail and rushes at Molly. The Ginger Ninja gets bowled over with a running clothesline, but is quick to try and get back up, only to get kicked in the face hard and sent to the floor!

Bennett: HALLEUJAH! THANK YOU GOD IN HEAVEN ABOVE!!

At that moment, Griffin sees this and tries to rush in to save his friend, only for AJ to grab him by the leg and roll him up into a schoolboy pin!

ONE!!!






TWO!!!






TTTHHHRRR-KICKOUT!!!

Bennett: FOR CHRIST SAKES!!!

AJ is shoved off by the piston action of Griffin's legs. Meanwhile the hooded figure brutally stomps Molly until the Referee moves in to order the man away. He throws his hood back to reveal JACOBY DOUGLAS! He spits at the downed Molly O'Hatherine and shouts, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET YOU SCOTTISH BITCH!" Then starts to argue with the referee.

During the distraction, Vito enters the ring while AJ and Griffin are trading shots .. Just as Jacoby finally does as he's ordered, the referee turns to see Vito level AJ Johnson with the lead pipe, laying him flat on his face and AJ's eyes widening as he screams at Vito, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The referee motions for the bell

DING DING DING!!

Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH DUE TO DISQUALIFICATION, GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!

Molly fights to her feet as Vito hands the lead pipe to AJ and starts to lift Griffin to his feet. The referee demands the ring to be cleared, but AJ and Vito both ignore the man.

DING DING DING DING DING

AJ hits Griffin with a gut shot with the pipe, Vito letting him fall to his knees, much like Melinda Rhodes had. Just as Johnson lines up for a crippling skull shot, Molly O'Hatherine slides under the ropes with a baseball bat in hand. Her lip is split and her left eye is swelling over, but the ball bat in her hand was no less dangerous. AJ and Vito drop out of the ring, backing away as Molly stands protective over her injured friend.

Molly: YOU BETTER RUN YA' FEARTAE' CAT MOTHERFAWKER!!!!!

Bennett: Ugh, hit her harder next time. She can still talk!

AJ just laughs and waves her off as he and Vito exit ringside. Molly then drops down to check on the dazed and disoriented Griffin.

Aiello: This one is nowhere close to resolved, but we have to go to commercial! Don't you change the channel!

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SINGLES MATCH

RUTHANN HUNTER

VS NEO JAMES CARNER

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Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen the match we just witnessed between Griffin Hawkins and AJ Johnson was MUST-SEE. Griffin Hawkins was defending Melinda Rhodes honor, and he did so with a phenomenal performance.

Carter: And AJ Johnson again showing why he is one of the most hated men on the EWC Roster.

Bennett: I think you misspoke. You mean the classiest sumbitch in the EWC.

Aiello: Coming up next is the making of another instant classic when Neo James Carner steps in the ring with Ruthann Hunter.

Stroup: Introducing first….weighing in at 200 pounds and hailing from Brooklyn, NY…. RUTHANNNNNNNNNN 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 is coming off a tough loss against AJ Johnson last week. She will be looking to get back on track tonight.[/size]

Carter: It is going to be tough for Ruthann Hunter tonight. She was noticeably limping a bit as she was on her way to the ring. But if anyone can overcome those odds, it is Ruthless Aggression.

Bennett: Not with that brace on her knee. Or should I say target? And Neo will take full advantage of that.

Stroup: And her opponent...weighing in at 258 pounds and hailing from Huntington Beach, CA…. NEEEOOOOO JAMMMMESSSSSS CARRRRRNNNNNNERRRRRR!

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

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

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

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

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

Aiello: One has to wonder what state of mind Neo James Carner is in after losing the EWC Television Title last week.

Bennett: Neo James Carner lose two in a row? Yeah right. A sumbitch that classy doesn’t lose two in a row.

Carter: He does look focused. He is looking to get back to his winning ways before taking of Captain Morgan Darkwater next week for the EWC International Title.

Bennett: Goddamn I can’t wait for Neo to take the International Title from that pirate and store some sanity back to EWC.

DING DING DING

Neo James Carner and Ruthann Hunter circle one another a few times before locking up. Neo quickly gets the advantage with a Wrist Lock, which he quickly turns into a Hammerlock, finally transitioning into a Side Headlock. But it doesn’t last long as Ruthann manages to push Neo off and into the ropes, Neo bounces off the ropes slightly, right into a Spear from Ruthann. Ruthann takes a few steps back as Neo tries to get to his feet. As Neo is on his hands and knees, Ruthann charges and delivers a devastating Punt Kick to the head of Neo. Ruthann then locks up the legs of Neo, and uses her foot to smash Neo’s face into the mat.

Aiello: Ruthann off to a quick start. She just connected with Eat the Mat.

Carter: I don’t care how tough you are, that move will have a competitor seeing stars.

Bennett: Neo James carner sees a star every time he looks in the mirror.

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

ONE

.

.kickout by Neo

Ruthann grabs Neo by the hair and takes him to his feet. He sends Neo in the corner with an Irish Whip. She charges and leaps, going for a Stinger Splash, but Neo evades the contact, causing Ruthann to hit her head on the ringpost. Neo runs to the ropes, hops on then off, and connects with a Springboard European Uppercut to the back of Ruthann’s head, sending Ruthann into the corner. Neo charges and connects with his own Stinger Splash. As Ruthann is about to drop, Neo grabs her, sets her up, and sends her hard to the mat with an Uranage Backbreaker, then immediately transitions into a Flatliner. Neo goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE

.

.

.

TWO

.

.kickout by Ruthann

Aiello: Neo James Carner with a devastating combo there.

Carter: Ruthann is in trouble here. She needs to find a way to get the momentum back in her favor.

Neo hears the crowd giving him the business, as he gets to his feet. He turns and begins mouthing off to the fans while leaning over the ropes. This gives Ruthann enough time to get to her feet. Ruthann is lying in wait, as soon as Neo turns, Ruthann knocks him hard to the mat with a Lariat. Ruthann quickly grabs Neo and drags him to his knees. She sets him up, lifts, and drives him face first into the mat with a Spinning Sitout Pedigree. She goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE

.

.

.

TW...kickout by Neo.

Bennett: Momentum won’t be enough. Neo is just too classy for a broad like Ruthann.

Ruthann wastes no time heading to the corner. She climbs to the top turnbuckle, gets set, crouches for leverage, then leaps… She attempts a Double Foot Stomp, but Neo rolls out of the way just in time. Ruthann manages to roll with the flow, but as she gets to her feet, she is met with the Neo Classical Sympho-Knee. Neo goes for the cover...the ref counts….

ONE

.

.

.

TWO

.

.

.

Th...kickout by Ruthann

Aiello: I thought that was it folks. This is not looking good for Ruthann Hunter right now.

Carter: Neo has managed to stay ahead in this match thus far. He has Ruthann reeling.

Neo begins berating Ruthann, with language not appropriate for live TV. He stands up, looks at the crowd, then starts cockily nodding with a smirk on his face. He turns his attention back to Ruthann. He leans over to grab her, but Ruthann catches him offguard with a Roll-up…

On….

Before the ref can even hit the mat, Ruthann releases the hold. As she takes a step back, Neo gets to a knee. She charges and connects with a Toe Kick to the Forehead of Neo. Again, she wraps up the legs of Neo, and uses her foot to smash Neo’s head into the face first. Except this time she doesn’t stop at one…

Aiello: 5 EAT THE MATS! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN...I GIVE YOU….RUTHLESS AGGRESSION!

Carter: Look at Neo’s forehead, that gash is definitely going to leave a mark. Your bet not looking so good right now, huh Bennett?
Bennett: Shut up sumbitch. I’d bet your an idiot and I’d win that every time.

Carter: What? Does that even make sense.

Meanwhile, after Ruthann finished opening up Neo’s forehead, she went for the pin…

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
..
.kickout by Neo.

Ruthann takes her time getting to her feet. She walks over to the Neo, grabs him, leading him to his feet. She whips him into the ropes, he bounces off, back toward a charging Ruthann, Neo ducks a Flying Clothesline, Neo stop and turns. Neo comes back with a Spinning Heel Kick, but Ruthann ducks it. Neo storms to his feet, only to be met by a vicious elbow to the already bloody head of Neo, Ruthann drives her good knee into the gut of Neo, then quickly sets up and drives Neo head first to the mat with a Double Arm Underhook DDT. Ruthann tries to get to her feet quickly, but he knee disagrees, and she stop and grabs it instinctively at the pain. It takes a few second but she gets to Neo and hooks the legs...the ref counts…
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.TH..kickout by Neo.

Aiello: Ruthless Aggression is pouring it on. If she keeps this up, Neo might end this night with a concussion.
Bennett: As long as he still wins, he won’t care. You forget he the standard for class.

Carter: The sad part is you really believe that.

Ruthann uses the ropes to help her to her feet. She heads over and grabs Neo by the hair and shoulder, bringing him to his feet. But as she does, Neo surprises Ruthann, taking down with with a Drop Toe Hold Facebuster. Neo drops to a knee to catch his breath. Allowing Ruthann to get to her feet. Ruthan charges as best she can, but she obviously lost some of her speed, which gives Neo the chance to connect with a Low Dropkick on the braced knee of Ruthann. Ruthann drops and lets of a scream of pain as she holds onto her knee.

Aiello: Oh No! Neo just delivered a devastating dropkick to the bad knee that just last AJ Johnson targeted last week. This is bad news for Ruthann Hunter fans out there.

Carter: She is Ruthann Hunter, I wouldn’t count her out yet. Never doubt the resiliency of Ruthless Aggression.

Neo gets to his feet. He starts nodding with a magnanimous smile on his face and points to his forehead. He walks over and fakes stomping down on Ruthann’s knee. Instead he walks to her, grabs the foot of the bad knee, and flips over Ruthann. As he lands on his back, Ruthann grabs her knee, letting out a scream of pain. Neo hops to his feet, struts over to Ruthann again grabbing the foot of her bad knee. He drags her close to the rope, then does another flip over Ruthann. He does a kip up to his feet then runs and slides out the ring. He grabs the foot of the bad knee of Ruthann, pulls her over the edge of the ring a bit, then slams the leg down on the apron. He quickly grabs it does, and does it again. He then grabs both legs of Ruthann and drags her under the ropes, and lets her fall right on her back, also hitting the back of her head as she free falls to the outside. The ref yells for Neo to get back in the ring. Neo just ignores the ref, and grabs Ruthann, bringing her to her feet. Neo drives an Elbow into her gut as she gets to her feet. He grabs her by the head and charges toward the ringpost. But Ruthann slips out of his grip, and pushes him forward, causing Neo to go head first into the ringpost. As the camera pans to Neo, he is now wearing a crimson mask. Ruthann is resting holding her knee as she hears the refs count…
FIVE
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.
Six
.
.
Ruthann gets to her feet, she uses the barricade to push herself up.
SEVEN
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.
.
Ruthann limps to the edge of the ring, then rolls in.Neo begins stirring and gets to his feet…
EIGHT
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..
.
Neo lunges toward the ring.

Aiello: It doesn’t look like Neo s going to make it.

Ruthann then shocks everyone by rolling out of the ring, thus restarting the refs count. He wastes a few seconds of breath trying to instruct Ruthann to head back to the ring.

Aiello: Risky move by Ruthann. May have won by count out.

Carter: Apparently she is not done with him yet.

As Ruthann begins unloading with a few alternating ForeArm Smashes and Forearm Uppercuts. She finishes the combo with a Spinning Heel Kick, knocking Neo down to the outside. She struggles to her feet as she hears the ref count….
THREE
.
.
Ruthann walks up between the split legs of Neo. She grabs him by the waist, lifts him up, then swings him head first into the barricade.

Carter: Ruthless Aggression is PISSED OFF! She is Mad as Hell and She’s Not Going to Take it Anymore!

Bennett: She is CHEATING! SHE SHOULD BE DQ’D RIGHT THE HELL NOW!

She picks up Neo again, and swings a second time. Neo’s head crashes into the barricade, but Ruthann’s knee gives out at the same, and they both drop.
FIVE
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.
.
SIX
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.
Both competitors begin stirring. Neo is trying to wipe the blood from around his eyes as Ruthann clutches at her knee as she begins to push herself to her feet.
.
.
.
SEVEN
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.
Ruthann is on her feet, she pushes off the barricade and limps over to the ring before rolling in.
EIGHT
.
.
Neo gets to his feet. He staggers over, and climbs into the ring as the ref got to....
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.
NINE

It takes Ruthann and Neo a minute to get to their feet. They both stagger to the center of the ring. Ruthann goes to grapple, But Neo sneaks under, behind Ruthann. He locks Ruthann in a Half Nelson, then follows through with a Half Nelson FaceBuster. He flips Ruthann over, leans against, runs his hand through his hair then points to the sky in cocky Neo fashion as the ref counts…
ONE
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.
.
TWO
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.
Th...KICKOUT by RUTHANN HUNTER!

Aiello: Neo James Carner with a near fall there. Maybe if he didn’t get so cocky, he could have ended it there.

Neo storms up and berates the ref for an alleged slow count. The ref just shakes him off. Neo shakes his head and points at the ref before turning back to Ruthann. Neo walks over and grabs Ruthann by the hair, dragging her to her feet. He whips her into the corner. He charges toward the ropes, he hops on then off the ropes, he goes for a Springboard Leg Lariat, but Ruthann is able to catch Neo and stop his momentum, then falls forward, sending Neo back first into the turnbuckle. Ruthann gets to her as quickly as he knee allows. She goes to grab Neo, but Neo kicks her in the bad knee. Neo storms to his feet, grabs the head and arm of Ruthann, then sends her Shoulder first into the ringpost. Neo waits a second then pulls her out. He picks her up and sets her up on the top turnbuckle and starts to ascend, Neo gets in position, he leaps, wraps his legs around the head of Ruthann, he goes for a Hurricanrana, but Ruthann blocks it. She stands up, lifts Neo a little higher, then uses the last of her strength to leap, and transition into an Avalanche Piledriver.

Aiello: OH MY GOD! Ruthann Hunter with an Avalanche Piledriver! Neo James Carner is out cold!
Carter: That is the definition of GRIT Joe. Ruthann is tough as they come. And her toughness is about to be rewarded.

It takes upwards of five seconds for Ruthann to get over to make the cover, she hooks the legs, the ref counts…

ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE….

Aiello: NO! I DON’T BELIEVE MY EYES! NEO GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! NEO GOT HIS SHOULDER UP WITH A NANOSECOND TO SPARE!

Carter: I thought Ruthann had that match won there, and by the look on her face, so did she.


Ruthann doesn’t believe it. She takes her time to catch her breath. Waiting in the corner, watching Neo with a careful eye. As Neo begins to stir, Ruthann hobles over toward him. She drags him up, right in position for the Death Valley Driver, but Neo escapes out the back.He quickly grabs Ruthann and connects with a Spinning Sitdown Neckbreaker. He goes for the cover… the ref counts…
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
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.
.
TH...KICKOUT BY RUTHANN!

Neo wastes no time, storming to his feet, and over to Ruthann’s. He grabs her legs, and begins to set her in the FiGurE InFInIty LegLock. But before he can lock it in, Ruthann grabs him by the hair, and drags his face close enough to begin unloading with hard rights, causing him to break the hold. Neo gets a knee as Ruthann struggles to her feet. She takes a few quick steps toward, but Neo lunges up, and manages to get Ruthann in position for a Reverse Throw Death Valley Driver, sending Ruthann crashing to the mat.

Aiello: The Infinite Ending! Neo just caught Ruthann with the Infinite Ending!

Neo drives Ruthann into the mat but her damaged knee comes up on impact and is driven right into Neo's face. Neo flails back as Ruthann's leg drapes across Neo's stomach as Neo's arm drapes across Ruthann's chest. The official doesn't know what to do and does the only thing that's natural. He makes the count. 

Carter: Wait! They're both covering each other!!!

Bennett: What dah HEEELLLL!?

ONE!












TWO!!!!!!!













THREEEE!!!!!!!



DING DING DING

No music is played, as the official makes the hand signal to the ringside crew, flagging over Jessica Stroup. The referee explains the situation. Jessica acknowledges the info and nods her head. 

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen both shoulders were down when the count was made, according to the officials decision, this match has been declared a DRAW!!!!!

The crowd boos heavily as Neo and Ruthann are barely coming to, realizing what has just happened as they both look heavily confused. Ruthann and Neo are trying to reason with the referee as neither of them knows what to make of this situation. 

Bennett: What the hell!? What the hell!? They tied!? A DRAW?!

Carter: That seems to be the final decision, you gotta know this one isn't over here. 

Aiello: Neither one has anything to be ashamed about, they left it all in the ring.

Neo storms off out of the ring in a rage, not liking the decision as the medical staff inspects Ruthann's knee which had been heavily attacked during the whole match.

Aiello: Well coming up next we have Neo’s opponent for next Brawl, and EWC International Champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater squaring off against Kestrel and Kendrick Kross. But what has just happened here tonight is puzzling to say the least.

Neo James Carner pushes through the curtain, his face drenched in sweat as the pain of the previous match is evident over his whole face. Neo slowly limps down the steps only to be met at the bottom by Rampage's own, Ace King.

NJC: Of all the things I don't need right now, you're at the top of the list.

Ace: Funny, because for the longest time, I was all you talked about. What's a matter Neo? Scared I'll take you out right here while you're all worn down after a draw?

Neo starts to look nervous and annoyed

Ace: Scared that I, the EWC United States champion, would use this flagrant opportunity to take advantage? That I'll drive the point of my elbow into your neck until I hear the sound of cartilage popping and leave you laying in a puddle of your own self worth and severed vertebrae?

Neo's eyes widen as he looks ready to throwdown right there and now.

NJC: You wanna go, just say when. I-I ain't afraid! 

Neo says with a heavy gulp, the phrase was tough but the tone didn't carry the same weight as his words.

Ace: It'd be so easy.

Ace says making a swishing noise through his teeth.

Ace: But that'd be cheap, cowardly and easy.

Ace can't help but chuckle.

Ace: And if I've proven anything, it's that I'm not pathetic, like you.

Neo gets heated as he looks ready to strike. Ace just shrugs it off and slowly saunters away.

Ace: I expected a lot different from you Neo, maybe you'll amount to something here.

Ace throws a peace sign up as he casually walks away leaving Neo embarrassed, flustered and downright fuming with rage.

NJC: Thinks he can BIG LEAGUE ME!? Everybody is just pushing my buttons, tonight! I'll show them! I'LL SHOW THEM ALL!!! I'll show them, watch! I will!

A few stage hands stop and stare at Neo. Neo gets belligerent and snaps.

NJC: THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT!? Go be overpaid somewhere else!

The stagehands hurry off as Neo growls then storms off camera as the scene shifts.

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NON TITLE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

KESTREL
VS KENDRICK KROSS

VS MORGAN DARKWATER

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Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen we just witnessed a brutal battle between Neo James Carner and Ruthann Hunter. Coming up next we have an intriguing Triple Threat match between Kendrick Kross, Kestrel, and EWC International Champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater.

The lights dim as the first words "I got, I got, I got, I got" start playing.

Stroup: Making his way to the ring! From Chelsea, London, UK, Flying K, Kendrick Kross!"

When the word Loyalty hits. The lights come up as stage pyros go off with lights flashing blue and white. Kendrick Kross slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring any of the fans that might be trying to reach out to touch him,

making a point to stay in the middle of the ramp. Kross heads down the last half of the ramp, adjusting the black leather jacket he has on over his white tank top.

he has on his black jeans and Nike high tops. Kross lets out his only grin as he stops at the end of the ramp before taking the left turn to walk up the steps to the ring. After stepping between the middle and top ropes, he takes off his jacket,

lays it on the turnbuckle to reveal his arms taken over with his tattoos. He hops up on the turnbuckle nearest him and then takes off his tank top revealing the rest of his tats.

Aiello: Kendrick Kross coming off an impressive victory over Justin Matthews last week. And it only gets tougher as he looks to continue his momentum against two of Brawl’s finest.

Carter: The things the “Chelsea Flier” can do in the ring are amazing to watch. I have no doubt we will see some tricks up his sleeve to pull out the victory tonight.

Bennett: Speaking of tricks, I hope he makes Captain Morgan Darkwater disappear...FOREVER! Also, the kid knows how to dress. I approve.

Stroup: Introducing next… weighing in at 185 pounds and hailing from Places Unknown...KESSSSTTTRRRRELLLLLLL!

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: Kestrel is looking to stay on the right track after a big win against the notorious AJ Johnson.

Carter: Kestrel sure was impressive in that match. The way she can lock in a submission out of nowhere should be a concern of both her opponents tonight.

Bennett: She’s a lone wolf type. I can dig it, has nobody but herself to blame for her successes and failures. 

Stroup: And their opponent,...weighing in at 259 pounds and hailing from the Virgin Islands...He is your EWC International Champion… CAPTAINNNN MORRRGANNNN DARKKKKKKWATTTTERRRRRR!

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

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

When the smoke clears he is holding the EWC International Title aloft with a wild gleam in his eye. With his other hand he points down the ramp to his opponent in the ring and roars "One More Match!!" Draping the belt over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. acknowledging several fans with low-fives and points into the crowd.

He enters the ring through the over the top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it and the belt aloft with a raucous battle-cry. Stepping down, he looks from his opponent, to the ref, and finally to the belt in his hands as he passes it to the ref whilst giving his opponents a mischievous smile with a shake of his head as if to say "Not today, lad."

Aiello: The last entrant to the match, and another winner from last Brawl. As he managed to hold onto victory against one dangerous opponent in David Miller.

Bennett: I wish that arrow would have went through his body and not the turnbuckle. We wouldn’t have to sit through this torture.

Carter: One has to wonder if these incidents are weighing Captain Darkwater down at all.

DING DING DING

Bennett: Let's get it on! 
Carter: This one is sure to be good! 

The three competitors take turns eyeing their competition. Kestrel and Kendrick Kross are the last to look at each other. Then they turn and charge at Captain Morgan Darwakter. But Kestrel stop as Kross leaves his feet and connects with a Dropkick to the Captain. As Kross gets to his feet, Kestrel steps forward and lays into Kross with a few chops, followed by a kick to the knee of Kross, finishing off with a Shoulder Stunner.Kestrel is about to go for the pin, but befofe the ref count count, the Captain stomps on the back of Kestrel. The Captain reaches down, grabbing Kestrel,bringing her to her feet, locking in a Full Nelson as he does. He holds the move for only a few seconds as he follows through with a Full Nelson Slam.

The Captain turns his attention to Kross. He reaches down to grab the head of Kross, instead, Kross connects with a kick to the head of The Captain. Kross kip ups to his feet. Then lunges forward, attempting a Superkick, but The Captain arches backwards, and out of harm’s way. The Captain then goes for a Big Boot, but Kross slides under it. Kross hops onto then off the ropes, he wraps his legs around the head of The Captain and takes him to the mat with a SpringBoard Head Scissors. Kross goes for the cover. Again before the ref can even count, the pin is interrupted, this time by Kestrel grabbing the leg of Kross, and setting in an Ankle Lock, She twists and twists, until she steps over the leg, twisting Kross over, then dropping down on the knee with a Sitting Splash to the knee. As Kestrel gets to her feet, she barely catches a glimpse of a charing Captain Darkwater.

She turns, and ducks a Clothesline just in time. As Captain Darkwater turns, Kestrel greets him with a swift kick to the right knee, then the left knee, followed a kick to the left side, but as she goes to strike the right side, The Captain catches her leg, He steps into her, wraps her up, and sends her to the mat with a T-Bone Suplex. Captain Darkwater hurries to his feet, but as he steps toward Kestrel, Kross comes from behind, and knocks the big man down with a Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head. Kross goes for the cover...the ref counts….


Carter: Sorry for the silence folks, that was just a sequence too good to talk over! 

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.T...broken up by Kestrel

Aiello: Such high-paced action. None of these competitors are giving an each to the other.

Carter: This has been hard hitting from the jump Joe. Just not enough time to get a pin.

Bennett: I hope Kestrel breaks Captain’s arm tonight.

Carter:Has anyone ever told you that you are a horrible human being?

After an Elbow drop the back of Kendrick Kross from Kestrel, Kross rolls off Captain, Kestrel steps over to Kross and stomps down on the right knee of Kross. Then she turns and takes a step to The Captain, and stomps on his right knee. She completes this cycle few times.

Aiello: Good strategy by Kestrel. Damage to knees of Kross will slow him down as well as neutralize the strength of the EWC International Champion.

Bennett: Doesn’t have to be an arm, it could be a leg. Torn tendon, anything to end this lunacy.

Carter: The word “Hater” comes to mind.

Kestrel grabs Kross by the arm, dragging him to his feet. As she does, she locks in an ArmWringer. But Kross surprises her by grabbing her wrist his other arm, then reversing it with enough force to flip her over and onto the mat. Kross turns, crouches down for momentum, then leaps, and connects with a Standing 450 Splash. He doesn’t go for the pin, instead he gets to his feet, sprinting to the corner. He hops right onto the top turnbuckle, turns and gets set. Only as he was in the process, Captain Darkwater got to his feet and was right him, so as Kross turned, he was met with a hard Right hand. Captain connects with another right, then a left, and another right. Captain climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and connects with a Heart Punch, Captain gets to the top turnbuckle, pulls Kross up, sets up SuperPlex,. He lifts, and falls back, both men crashing into the mat. Kestrel had avoided the collision just in time. She wastes no time going for the pin on Captain Darkwater...the ref counts…

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.TH...kickout by Captain Morgan Darkwater.

Kestrel quickly hops over and makes the cover on Kendrick Kross...the ref counts…

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TWO

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TH..kickout by Kross.

Aiello: Kestrel tried taking adanvtage of the devastation from that SuperPlex. But Kross and Morgan still got some fight left in them.

Kestrel grabs Kross, bringing him to his feet, but Kross responds by wrapping his arms around Ketrel, then taking her hard to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Kross takes a second to get to his feet before sprinting to the ropes, he hops on then off the second rope, and connects with a Springboard Moonsault. He goes for the cover...the ref gets in position and counts…

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TWO

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Aiello: Kross is earning his right to be called The Chelsea Flier tonight.

Carter: He is looking to carve his way through the EWC, one aerial assault at a time.

Kross gets to his feet, stilled focused on Kestrel, until Captain Darkwater grabs his shoulder, and spins him around. Captain Darkwater goes for a Haymaker, but Kross ducks it, He grabs wraps his arms around The Captain, he lifts, but his knee is in obvious pain and he can’t do it the first attempt. He digs down deep lifts, and drives Captain Darkwater to the mat with a German Suplex. He goes for the cover...the ref counts…

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TWO

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As Captain Darkwater rolls off Kross, Kestrel grabs his arm and locks in a Kimura Lock.

Aiello: Kestrel has Hollowed Bones locked in, Captain Darkwater is in trouble.

Kestrel is pressing the limits of the Captain. He is trying to fight for a way out, but the more he fights it, the more pressure Kestrel counters with. Until Kross comes in and stomps on Kestrel. He grabs Kestrel, brings her to her feet, and whips her into the ropes. As Kestrel bounces back, Kros connects with a Step Up Enziguri. He goes for the cover.. The ref counts…

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TH...broken up by Captain Darkwater. 

Aiello: Kross with a few near falls there. He is trying everything he can to win this match.

Carter: All these competitors look at the top of their game tonight.

Captain Darkwater reaches down and grabs Kross, pulling him up to his feet. Captain begins unloading lefts and rights into Kross, with his Swaggering Boxing Combo. Kross is seemingly out on his feet, Captain Darkwater clasps his hand around the neck of Kross, he lifts him in the air, holds him there for a few seconds, then drives him down with a Chokeslam.

Aiello: What uncanny strength by Captain Darkwater, with the Hangman’s Noose.

Instead of going for the pin, Captain instinctively turns in Kestrel’s direction, just in time to prevent whatever attack she was planning. Instead, Captain thrust his hand toward Kestrel, clasping his arm around her throat. He lifts up Kestrel, holds her in the air for a few seconds, then slams her down to complete Hangman’s Noose. He goes for the cover…

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TWO

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THR...kickout by Kestrel. 

Morgan turns and falls down onto Kross...the ref counts…

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TWO

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THR...kickout by Kross.

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

Aiello: Captain Darkwater thought he had victory in his grasp, alas it was not meant to be.

Carter: These competitors are digging down deep tonight, and the crowd is loving it.

Bennett: What has two thumbs and is not loving it? ME! I will only love it if Captain Darkwater’s bone is broken.

Captain sits up in disbelief, unfortunately this is right at the time Kestrel gets to her feet, and she drives her knee into the face of Captain Darkwater. She grabs the hair of the Captain, dragging him to his feet. Only to immediately transition into a Neckbreaker, and drive him right back down to the mat. She is about to go for the cover, but Kross grabs her leg, pulling her off The Captain. Kestrel flips over, and goes to kick Kross, but Kross grabs that leg too. Kross proceeds to lock in the High Angle Boston Crab. Kestrel is wincing in pain as she tries to find a way to escape the move.

She suffers through longer than she would have liked, but is saved courtesy of a Captain Darkwater using the ropes to gain more momentum then connecting Clothesline from Hell that seems to have almost decapitated Kross. It takes a second for Morgan to get to his feet. But as he goes, he turns and grabs Kestrel, dragging her to feet, then whips her hard into the corner. He turns to Kross, grabs him, pulling him to his feet, then whips Kross directly into Kestrel. Captain charges, and goes to deliver a Big Boot, but Kross drops down to the right, Kestrel drops down to the left, thus The Captain finds himself in an unfortunate position with some pain in an unfortunate spot.

Kestrel and Kross both to the feet, they lift Captain’s other leg up, then position him onto the top turnbuckle. The both grab an arm and shoulder of The Captain, lift him up as high as they can, then take a few steps and fall forward. Sending Captain Darkwater crashing down into the mat with a Double Super Razor’s Edge.

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

Aiello: Everybody is down! Everybody is down!! 

Bennett: It's any sum' bitches night tonight!

Each man and woman slowly begin to stir. It's evident this one has gone on long enough but nobody knows what quit means. Each participants slowly gets to their feet.Darkwater, the crowd roaring behind him, ushers both opponents to come at him at once. Kross leaps to the challenge first and rolls under a big boot. Kestrel stands against a turnbuckle and watches Kross duck clotheslines, boots, and barely evade some haphazard brawling from the swashbuckler.

Cornered, Kross places both arms around the top rope and goes for a boot to a rushing champion's face; however, Darkwater sees the assault coming and catches the boot. He tosses said foot over the ropes. Kross barely has the grip to keep himself from landing face first on the thinly matted padding outside the ring. Instead, he catches footing on the ring apron and takes a moment to balance. It doesn't last, though, as Darkwater catches him with a massive big boot.

Flyin' K goes soaring face first into the guardrail. Kestrel takes this moment to strike but Darkwater seems to have calculated that move as well. Right as Kestrel goes for a single knee facebuster, Darkwater stabilizes his footing and stops the move from hitting the canvas. Darkwater lifts the girl with ease and military presses her straight through the Spanish announce table. Ay dios mio!

Bennett: For fuck's sake!! 

HO-LY SHIT!

HO-LY SHIT!

HO-LY SHIT!

Carter: Morgan Darkwater shows why he's the International Champion this late into this match by simply dominating the competition! Kestrel might be out of this match entirely. She goes for one simple maneuver and gets slammed through the Spanish announce table for her troubles. Let's watch that again, folks. Insane.

The screen splits to re-show both the big boot on Kross and the throw of Kestrel through the table while the International Champion takes a moment to celebrate his early dominance. Suddenly, “Machinegun” by Portishead plays through the PA system and the crowd goes wild as King Flip's tron plays.


Aiello: What the hell would King Flip be doing on BRAWL!? We know he spent a small amount of time with Kestrel about a month and a half ago at Ruthann's party, but why would he even come out during this of all matches?

Bennett: Who the hell knows what that sum'bitch has planned, but this won't be good for the champ if he comes out here.

Darkwater stays in the ring staring at the stage area waiting for something to happen. Flip never comes out, however, and the music eventually fades out. Morgan stands confused only momentarily before making his way out of the ring toward Kendrick. He goes to grab Flyin' K and gets several elbows to the stomach. Kross connects with a roundhouse kick to the face of the champion sending him back to the ring apron. Kross grapples with Darkwater, attempting a snap suplex onto the guardrail but can't seem to get Darkwater into the air without trouble. Morgan reverses and lifts Kross into the air but gets a knee to the face every time Kross gets lifted vertically. The grapple breaks and Kross then goes for a belly to belly. Again Morgan stops the process and now lifts Kross into a crushing bearhug. Flyin' K hits Morgan with several forearms to the face to break the hold and both men stumble backward.

Carter: Ladies and gentlemen, it looks like neither man is allowing the other to get much of a stronghold on this match. Morgan had an absolutely perfect start, but Kendrick is doing everything he can to come back and do something big in this match. Meanwhile, Kestrel is barely moving from her spot on the ground next to us. Hopefully she isn't hurt.

Bennett: You know, this late in the match you gotta wonder whose going to come out the winner. With Kestrel laying so close, I think it's me.

Kross connects with several lower kicks to the thighs and midsection of the champion to keep him at somewhat of a disadvantage. Double K kicks Morgan seven times in a row before going for a few forearms to the face to set Morgan up. This time he connects with the snap suplex and the champ goes back first into the guardrail. Kross goes to lift Morgan up when he realizes Kestrel is starting to move. He instead leaves the good captain down and heads for her instead. He lifts her up and slides her into the ring. He slides into the ring, lifts her up, but out of nowhere she connects with a Haggard Landing! Kross and Kestrel lay limp in the middle of the ring as Darkwater begins to stir around outside. Kestrel crawls over to Kendrick and lifts both legs for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICCCCKOUT!

Aiello: Kross kicks out – with authority! It's going to take much more than a DDT out of nowhere to take down the Chelsea Flier. Everybody in this match is on a hot streak on BRAWL, but only one will continue that moving forward after tonight. What the hell was King Flip's music about, though? OH MY GOD.

King Flip: Hey, guys. How's it going?

King Flip appeared from the guardrail immediately behind the announce table, lifting a hoodie and removing it before hopping over and sitting next to the announce team. He grabs a headset and sits with them. Darkwater gets to his feet and looks over to see the former champion. Confused momentarily, he doesn't give it much thought before sliding into the ring as both his opponents are getting up. Both Kross and Kestrel connect with a double dropkick to the champion. Morgan stumbles back to the corner and both Kestrel and Kross rush forward to lay the boots down. Darkwater drops to the canvas in the corner. Before Kestrel can turn on Kross with a clothesline, Kross ducks and hits a pele kick. Then he follows up with a K Twist. Kross goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Darkwater leaps and breaks the pin while Kestrel kicks out as well, each hitting with just enough to stop the three count.

King Flip: Would you look at that. What an International Champion he is, huh? Starting off hot and now hardly able to break a pin just a couple feet in front of him. It's absolutely deplorable. This is your number two guy? A fucking dirtbag pirate!? Pathetic.

Carter: And what would you bring to the table if you came back to BRAWL? Why are you even here?

King Flip: Leave it to President Mac's son to ask shitty questions. Wait and see like everybody else, scrub. Call the match.

The three get to their feet again and now circle the ring. Morgan is the first to go for a big boot on Kross that misses as KK rolls under him. Morgan goes for another on Kestrel but she ducks the move as well. Kross goes for a roundhouse kick on her but she rolls out of the way of that as well. Kestrel and Kross go for a double team on Morgan again but he connects with a double clothesline knocking both down. He then follows up with a big boot on each of his opponents and the crowd is going crazy for him. Morgan taunts for his signature chokeslam and the crowd is chanting for it. Hangman's Noose on Kross. He signals that it's a similar fate waiting for Kestrel when King Flip stands up and grabs his chair.

Chris Calvin hops the guardrail and starts yelling at the referee through his calling card of a megaphone. Morgan clutches Kestrel by the throat but keeps an eye on what's happening between the referee and the man outside. He lifts Kestrel into the air as Flip slides into the ring, chair in hands. 

Morgan sees King Flip coming and throws Kestrel into the interfering Flip, smashing the woman and the chair into his own face! King Flip is ejected from the ring, stumbling around as Morgan taunts him from inside the squared circle.

Bennett: Ha! Even I found that funny.

Aiello: Don't know what King Flip though he was doing here tonight, but it didn't work out. 

Carter: Better luck next time, Flipper

Kestrel gets to her feet quicker than Kross. She charges at Kross but Kross counters with a Powerslam. He gets up, grabs Kestrel, pulls her to her feet, then into position for a Rack Bomb. He slams Kestrel into the mat with The K Twist. He goes for the cover...the ref counts...

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THRE...kickout by Kestrel.

Kross takes a second to get to his feet, he grabs Kestrel, yanks her to her feet. He her into position for a T-Bone Suplex, but as he does, Captain Darkwater comes up from behind, wraps his arms around Kross, and lifts him up, and sends him down with a Release German Suplex, and Kestrel gets sending crashing into the ring by Kross’s T-Bone Suplex. Captain goes for the cover on Kross...the ref counts….


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THRE...kickout by Kross.

Captain sits up to see Kestrel stirring, they get to their feet at the same time. Captain strikes first with a Big Boot, sending Kestrel hard to the mat. Captain immiedately brings her to her feet, sets her up, and drivers her into the mat with a QuackenDriver II.

Aiello: The Skull-n- Cross Bones on Kestrel. This could be it!

Morgan holds the pin...the ref counts…


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THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION…. CAPTAINNNNN MORRRRRGANNNN DARKKKKKWATTTTERRRRR!

Aiello: Captain Darkwater with yet another impressive win here on Brawl.

Carter: It is easy to see why he is a fan favorite. The grit of this man is second to none.

Bennett: But the charade will finally end next week when Neo James Carner takes that International Title from him. And he goes back to the Big Blue Seas...FOREVER!

The ref hands Captain Darkwater the EWC International Title before rasing his arm in victory. Kestrel has fury in her eyes as she stares him down. Kross is holding his head shaking in disappointment at the loss.

Aiello: What an exciting match that was folks. But the exictement doesn’t stop there. Stay tuned for our Main Event. When the improbable new EWC Television Champion, Nostalgia is set for first defense against Keith Williams. Keith will certainly be looking to bring the TV Title back amongst the ReVenants ranks tonight. But Nostalgia, he we wants to keep the dream alive.

Carter: Speaking of Nostalgia, Joe, I am getting word he is backstage with our very own, Ace Heart…

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The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Ace Heart is standing by with Nostalgia. As Ace gets the greenlight, Nostalgia slings the EWC Television Title over his right shoulder. The camera zooms in on the TV Title then zooms out, catching Nostalgia’s lastest #StayWoke shirt but with 5 stars placed on the front and back.

Ace Heart: Ladies and gentlemen, we are moments away from the Main Event of Brawl 502. Standing with me is the newly crowned EWC Television Champion, Nostalgia. Nostalgia thanks for taking a second of your time before this big time match.

Nostalgia: Glad to do it Ace.

Ace Heart: SO Nostalgia, did you get to enjoy the title victory at all? Or was it right back to business as usual?

Nostalgia: Well Ace, there were defintely a few celebratory nights. Still carrying the high of the Eagles Superbowl 52 win. Then I pull off what many deeemed impossible, and won the Television Title, plus it was my Birthday this weekend. So suffice to say, poor decisions were made and good times were had this week.

As Ace is about to speak, Nostalgia pats the Televison Title, then cuts Ace off.

Nostalgia: Sorry Ace, but that being said. This title means the world to me. So I would like to point out it was not an all play and no work week, I still spent a few days at Squire’s Academy, with focus on countering submission moves. I still trained just as hard, and watched a lot of film of Mr. Sleazy in the ring. I do not want to be a transition between ReVenants Champion.

Ace Heart: Are you worried about more outside interference from the ReVenants tonight?

Nostalgia: I would be foolish no to prepare and be ready such an ordeal. We saw how hard they tried to keep the Television Title on a ReVenant. So it would come as no surprise if they do the same in attempt to put it back on a ReVenant. Ultimately, it will come down to me. And whether or not I will be able to put a handle their interference again.

Ace Heart: Would you say you are confident heading into tonight's title defense?

Nostalgia: Without question Ace. Winning this Television Title the way I did was my jumpoff point. I will only go up from here. It will take me pushing myself beyond my limit, and adapting week after week, month after month, and hopefully, title defense after title defense.

Ace Heart: I want to get a bit off topic here and ask about your trip to watch Killjoy Ito versus Diabhal in last night’s Prime Main Event.

Nostalgia: It was a worthwhile trip to say the least Ace. Like I said it was my birthday, so we spent a few days down in South America. Visiting some time at tourist attractions, then the night on the town enjoying the cuisine and nightlife. Then the fight was unbelievable. They are both stars in the making. Props to Killjoy on the victory.

Ace Heart: Big news also broke last night when it was announced Ben Moss took you up on your offer to fight anyone on Prime, and he pit you against their very own Indy Champion, El Pablo. Al Champion vs Champion Match. Comments.

Nostalgia: I have made it no secret I love to compete. I figured since I spent one week watching Prime in person, may as well compete in their next event. And I am very excited to be set to square off against El Pablo. I smell what he is cooking on PRIME, and I can dig it.

Nostalgia grabs the Television Title, and moves it to his other shoulder.

Nostalgia: But Ace you forgot a key word… Potential. It is a potential Champion vs Champion match. Before I can head into Prime as Television Champion, I need to defeat Keith Williams tonight. Which is no easy feat. I will give it my all to make sure those tuning into Prime to see Nostalgia face off against El Pablo in a Champion vs Champion match get to see just that.

Ace Heart: What about Rampage?

Nostalgia: I will still be competing on Rampage. I took an event off, but I will be competing there again before Stranglemania.

Ace Heart: Defending the Television Title?

Nostalgia: I can only hope. I feel that is part of my appeal as EWC Television Champion. I will fight on Rampage often, thus giving the fans to chance to see what they would typically only see at EWC PPV Events, Brawl versus Rampage in title matches. That is for the suits to decide Ace. I don’t make decision, I fight who I’m told to fight, and enjoy every second of it.

An EWC employee with a fancy headset and clipboard comes up to Nostalgia to inform him he will be introduced momentarily.

Nostalgia: Well, Ace, it’s Showtime. Time to see if I get to raise this Television Title with pride for another week.

Nostalgia nods and smiles, he takes the EWC Television title in his hand before turning and heading to the curtain.







Professional sounding voice over : Whether you are the richest person in the world,...

A scene shows Kyle Gautier dressed in a tuxedo, wearing a monocle, holding a pipe in his mouth, and reading the business pages.  He lowers the paper and looks off contemplatively, removing the pipe from his lips.

Gautier:  ...Money.

V/O: ...a father of seven,...

Scene changes to Gautier in a homemade 'World's Okayest Dad' tee seated at a bar, speaking to an off screen bartender.

Gautier:  I'm just saying, you can't tell me you have feelings if you don't shed a tear listening to Kid Rock while eight Bud Lite Limes in.

V/O: ... an artist,...

Change to Kyle posing as a nude model, tastefully covered.  He looks off contemplatively.

Gautier:  ...Money?

V/O: ...or hell, even if you enjoy capitalizing letters for the sheer hell of it...

Change to the ReVenants logo flashing on screen with a thin line marked through to remain anonymous.  Kyle smirks and shrugs.

V/O: ... the one thing they can all agree on is...

Wrestling's Future is here!

Each of the 'characters' flash on the screen to look around.

V/O:  Well, not here.  You're watching Brawl.  No, the Future of Wrestling is live, biweekly on Sundays at Eight CST with a replay at eleven. Here's a sneak preview...

A quick flash of every superstar on FSW clicks through over the course of two seconds.

V/O: Need more?  Of course you do. We'll see on Sundays.  No sleaze required. Or SleaZe or whatever.

The FSW logo with the pertinent information clears the screen with Kyle Gautier singing a parody of a well-known hip hop hook over and over again.

Gautier: F-S-Dub ain't nothin' to fuck with!  F-S-Dub ain't nothin' to fuck with! F-S-Dub ain't nothing to fuck with!

Fade out.

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TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
KEITH WILLIAMS
VS NOSTALGIA

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Bennett: Can you believe it’s Main Event time already, ya sum’ bitches?

Carter: BRAWL has been an action packed evening and I can’t believe it’s main event time!

Jessica Stroup is standing in the center of the ring with a confident stance as she begins her pre-match announcements.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC Television Championship! First, the challenger...

The arena is plunged into darkness as "Roman Holiday" by Every Time I Die screeches its way out of the speakers in the arena, triggering the attention of those in attendance to the stage where dark blue lights have started to go off. As the tempo of the song picks up, it can barely be seen that someone has made their way out in the middle of the darkness, planting themselves in the middle of the stage with the shape of a figure behind them. As the opening lyrics are shouted out, the dark blue fades away and the regular lights come on full strength, showing the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. Darian Gray standing at his side pointing at the embroidered emblem on the back of his black denim jacket. A large bushy white mustache stencil that has bold faced type beneath it reading “Rated XXX” in College like font.

Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring from “The City Of Trees” Sacramento, California! Representing the ReVenants, being accompanied to the ring by Darian Gray, KEEEEITTH WILLIAMS!

Keith makes a pivot spin on his heel as he tugs at the tails of his jacket. Keith’s wearing a black denim vest that's covered in patches of bands ranging from WakingTheCadaver, D.R.U.G.S. and Between The Buried And Me. Keith dusts off his left shoulder as Darian does the right. Both men begin a firm march towards the ring down from the ramp.

Carter: You must be excited Bennett.

Bennett: Why’s that, ya bitch?

Carter: The ReVenants being your favorites and all.

Bennett: I like talent, which explains why I don’t like you.

Williams spins around in the middle of the aisle, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him. Darian snatches a bag of popcorn off a kid as their tears fill Grey’s eye with joy as he pops that little popped kernel in his mouth.

Aiello: Deplorable.

As he reaches the ring, Keith goes to enter by rolling under the bottom rope, but hesitates for a moment to thrust against it to the beat of the song, eventually getting to his feet and treating everyone with another round of mustache strokes for good measure. He mounts the turnbuckle nearest to him, hopping up to the middle rope and posing with his arms spread wide. As the music dies down, KW abandons his post and tosses his vest to Darian who is waiting in the wings on the outside, Keith is taking a moment to practicing his elbows in the corner before the match begins.

Jessica Stroup: And now, making his way to the ring…

The beat to “Redbone” by Childish Gambino begins playing throughout the arena as a the lights go out and a red spotlight circles the arena. The red spotlight gets to the ramp entrance to find Nostalgia through the curtain. The crowd is on their feet cheering and applauding the new Champ!

Carter: Last week, Nostalgia defied the odds and took on some of the brightest talent BRAWL has on it’s roster and managed to walk away not only as the victor, but the Champion.

“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!” 

Nostalgia stands motionless for a few seconds with his chin tucked to his chest until he hears…

“STAY WOKE!" 

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Pine Barrens, NJ…weighing in at 289 pounds…He is the EWC Television Champion...The Prophet of Pain….NOSTALGIAAAA!

On hearing his name, Nostalgia takes a bow. As he gets to a standing position, pyrotechnics explode encircling him. The crowd claps their hands to the beat as Nostalgia soaks in the ambience of his glory.

“STAY WOKE!" 

He walks through the pyrotechnics with the EWC Television Title high in the air. As he makes his way down the ramp, he slaps the hands of as many fans as he possibly can. He switches between high-fiving and fist bumping fans at each set of barricades every few feet. Darian and Keith mock Nostalgia, by excessive fist bumping each other while making pelvic thrusts.

Carter: Can we get a baby sitter for these children!?

Bennett: I’ll ask yo’ mama next time I see her.

“NOW STAY WOKE” 

Nostalgia jumps on the apron, the over the ropes and into the ring.Nostalgia circles the ring with his arms spread wide, palms up, signaling for the fans to make some noise . Nostalgia stands in the center of the ring, and raises the EWC Television Title in the air, holds it for a few seconds. He brings it down and presses it against his chest, then slaps it with pride to psych himself up before handing it off to the referee.

“DON”T YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!”

Upon hearing these words, Nostalgia retreats to his corner, and stretches, waiting for the bell to ring. Keith Williams gives Nostalgia a big ol’ mustache stroke followed by a very gratuitous crotch chop. Nostalgia rolls his eyes as he jacks his jaw at Keith. “That’s how you boy lost last week, thinking this is a game.” Keith only responds by squeezing his crotch and says “Suck my Game.” The referee holds the championship high above his head to signify what this match is for.

Carter: That’s what it’s all about here ladies and gentlemen, the EWC Television Championship.

Aiello: The division certainly has undergone a restructuring and rejuvenation, Nostalgia has a lot of pressure riding in this match.

The referee hands the title to the timekeeper’s assistant and signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

Keith begins circling the square circle as Nostalgia stands stoically still while he surveys Williams’ movements. Darian quickly hops onto the apron and Nostalgia is like a cat in the jungle when he spins and then lands a Discus Big Boot right into Grey’s jaw sending him flying back to crash onto the ringside mats. Keith is on Nostalgia like shit on velcro with a school boy pin! He grabs a handful of tights in the process! The referee’s position obscures the trunk holding!

ONE!

TWO!!!!

NOSTALGIA POWERS OUT! 

Aiello: God! These ReVenants can’t go a match without cheating.

Carter: This is the kind of antics that got them banned from the building for next week’s main event.

Keith quickly spins around to his feet and goes to drive the point of his knee into Nostalgia’s brow but the giant catches Keith’s leg and performs a snap Dragon Screw torquing Keith’s leg. Keith hits the mat grasping at his thigh as Nostalgia quickly hops up to his feet then comes down like a collapsing structure on top of Williams’ knee with an elbow drop!

Bennett: The hell is this!?

Carter: Nostalgia’s not a sucker, he knows mat wrestling is Keith’s bread and butter.

Aiello: Take out the leg, you slow that down.

Nostalgia quickly hooks Keith’s leg in a modified Short Arm Scissors around the shin, Keith howls out like a Big Bad Wolf in tremendous pain! Keith quickly flails about, and while it takes him a few moments to struggle against Nostalgia’s immense weight, Keith manages to reach the rope to break the hold. Nostalgia isn’t one to let go so easily though, as the Ref begins to count this act of aggression.

1

2

3

Nostalgia breaks the hold and rolls back onto his knees. Nostalgia wags his finger at the ref, letting the official know he wasn’t finished with Williams yet. Keith slowly pulls himself under the bottom rope and up to his feet on the apron. Nostalgia lumbers over to drag Williams back into the ring, but Keith is quick catching Nostalgia in a Cravate Stun Gun over the top rope! Nostalgia takes a hard back bump as Keith springboards off the bottom rope on the outside and hops over the top rope with a knee drop right to Nostalgia’s ribs!!!

Aiello: Oohfff, that was nasty looking.

Bennett: Keith only has two speeds, nasty and sleazy.

Carter: I really hope he just told you that and that’s the only way you know.

Keith throws a few stiff forearm shivers to Nostalgia’s ribs and then gets up to his feet to rebound off the nearby ropes, coming back with another knee drop to Nostalgia’s midsection! Keith dusts off his hands, runs them through his hair and finally gives himself a mustache stroke. Keith slowly circles up to his feet, grabbing Nostalgia by the ear. Keith spins the grip of flesh in his hand and then brings Nostalgia to his knee. Keith makes a few gyrations in front of Nostalgia and then goes for a seated Lariat! Nostalgia blocks the shot with both arms, and then from a kneeling position scoops Keith up into a powerbomb position!

Carter: Dear God! He just lifted Williams with effortless ease from his knees!

Aiello: Nostalgia isn’t all about size, he’s got a huge reservoir of strength!

Keith hammers away at Nostalgia’s third eye with a series of stiff jabs but Nostalgia doesn’t falter! Thrusting Keith forward and into the mat with a Falling Jackknife Powerbomb!

Bennett: Keith! No!!!

Aiello: Both men are down!

Both men lay on the canvas as Nostalgia slowly drags himself and gingerly hooks Keith’s outside leg. The referee begins to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

KEITH KICKS OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME! 

Bennett: Oh thank God!!!

Nostalgia noticeably drops an F-Bomb as the TV Champ slowly yanks Keith from the floor up to a vertical position. Nostalgia quickly scoops Keith up and then slams him down onto the mat! Williams bounces off the canvas as Nostalgia quickly brings Keith back up to his feet and scoops Williams up into a Running Powerslam position! Nostalgia begins to sprint forward looking to drive Keith right into the top turnbuckle! Keith slicks out the back door and off Nostalgia’s shoulders. Nos stumbles forward and Keith lunges forward with a shoulder block that sends Nostalgia into the turnbuckles sternum first!

Carter: God! I could hear that!

Keith hooks an arm under Nostalgia’s thigh and shoulders to execute a spine chilling Regal-Plex dumping Nostalgia right on his neck! Darian has finally managed to come back to life on the outside as he peers into the ring with a look of pleasure as Nostalgia is laying motionless after that vicious back cradle suplex.

Aiello: Damn it! Keith’s being reckless tonight, he’s been throwing stiff shots all night.

Bennett: Keith wrestles like he likes his drinks, stiff and cold.

Keith quickly latches on a Fujiwara Armbar on Nostalgia and puts all of his body weight on top of Nostalgia’s back. Keith torques at Nostalgia’s arm and with a free hand bends Nostalgia’s fingers in positions they weren’t supposed to be in. Keith further bridges his legs up to put more pressure on Nostalgia’s torso.

Carter: Momentum is in Williams’ corner here, you got to wonder how long Nostalgia can hold on for.

Bennett: It ain’t ballet, it’s wrestling. Only similarity they got in common is both shows have to come to an end.

Keith gets on the tips of his tippy toes to really put that weight and pressure on Nostalgia but the TV Champion sees an opening and rolls like a gator under Keith and manages to roll Keith into a pinning predicament! The referee is in position and makes the count!!!

ONE!

TWO!





THREE?

NO! WILLIAMS KICKS OUT!!!!!

Keith kips up to his feet as Nostalgia bounces up to his! Both men begin trading strikes, Nostalgia’s doing considerably more damage as Keith is staggering after a few heavy handed shot. Nostalgia quickly goes for the hip toss on Keith but Williams flips onto his feet and executes a side pele kick to Nostalgia’s sternum! The blow staggers Nostalgia who is cupping a hand against his chest. Darian is banging on the apron, urging Keith on.

Aiello: The damage is adding up for Nostalgia here. 

Bennett: It doesn’t take one chop to cut down the mighty oak.

Keith jumps to his feet and lunges at Nostalgia with a full speed running European Uppercut right to the clavicles! Nostalgias stumbles back into the ropes as Keith begins to unleash a barrage of violent chops, punches and kicks that would make any Puroresu wrestling fan get a little rubbery in the shorts. Keith goes for a Discus Elbow and it connects with the bridge of Nostalgia’s nose! Darian can’t help but Woo at ringside.

Bennett: GOLDEN ELBOW!!

Aiello: By God! That shot would have crippled a common man, but Nostalgia’s still standing!

A stream of crimson is streaming and gushing from Nostalgia’s nose onto his lips and chest. Keith can’t help but admire his handiwork, putting his hands in a frame position as he goes for another Discus Elbow but Nostalgia catches him mid-spin with a CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!!

Carter & Aiello: PUNCHLINE!!!!!

Bennett: NO!!!!!!

Keith is folded up like an accordian and spins like a Merry Go-Round powered by JetFuel before crashing into the canvas on his neck and shoulders. Nostalgia falls down to his knees with a look of bewilderment and determination upon his visage. Darian is howling like a howler monkey at ringside trying to urge Keith on.

Carter: Nobody said defending a championship is easy.

Keith is trying to come to, but it’s obvious the cobwebs are still lingering. Nostalgia manages to get Keith’s shoulders down with an Oklahoma Roll! The referee begins to make the count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!

KEITH KICKS OUTTT!!! 

Nostalgia can’t believe it!!!

Carter: After that shot I can’t believe it either!!


Nostalgia makes a cut along his throat to signal the end as the big man goes vertical and brings Williams up with him. Nostalgia scoops Keith up onto his shoulder for the finishing manuever. Darian hops onto the apron and the referee is telling the ReVenant to get down from there. Nostalgia grows as he rushes forward, knocking Keith’s head right into Darian’s and launches Grey off the apron onto the Announcers Desk exploding through it!

Aiello: WH-!

Bennett: WHAT THE FU-

The commentary team is quickly cut off as Nostalgia spins around the ring and then drives Williams headfirst into the canvas with a sitdown Piledriver! Carter can be heard screaming “Pavlov’s Bell! Pavlov’s Bell!” as if his headset still worked. Nostalgia quickly goes for the cover, hooking both legs in deep! The referee is in position as the crowd counts along with the official in a stark loud unison.

ONE!

TWO!!!!

THREEE!!!!!

DING DING DING

“Redbone” begins to blare over the loudspeakers as Nostalgia rises to his feet with his arms raised, blood streaming down his chin onto his chest.

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, and STILL EWC Television Champion! NOSSSSTAAAALGGGIAAA!!!!!

The crowd roars in approval as static is heard. Nostalgia climbs the second rope and is handed his championship. Nostalgia holds it up high above his head with a look of proud accomplishment upon his visage.

Bennett: Hello? Hello? Is this thing on!? What the HELL just happened!?

Carter: Apologies for the interruptions folks, but as you can see Nostalgia is walking out of here with his championship in tow!

Aiello: That’s a fighting champ if I ever seen one! Well Nostalgia picks up a win in his first ever Championship defense and that about wraps things up for us here at Brawl. We will see you next week everyone! Good night! And once again, Happy Birthday to our very own President .. Danny Mac!

Nostalgia holds his hand up high as his music blares. Keith and Darian gather at ringside, looking worse for wear as both men went through the wringer. Nostalgia slaps the title plate of his championship with a warm grin on his face. A hard fought victory for a hard fighting champion. Nostalgia raises the championship over his head with both arms and then brings it down onto his shoulder, pointing at the fans to close the show. 

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: Criss Cassidy
MATCH TWO: Nostalgia
MATCH THREE: Melinda Rhodes
MATCH FOUR: Nostalgia
MATCH FIVE: KC and The Sunshine Band
MAIN EVENT: Neo James Carner

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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SINGLES MATCH
DARIAN GRAY
VS EMMA LOUISE
WINNER: Darian Gray

ANYTHING GOES - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH
DOMINIC SANDERS (N/S)
VS ROB GARCIA
WINNER: Rob Garcia

SINGLES MATCH
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
VS AJ JOHNSON
WINNER: AJ Johnson

SINGLES MATCH
RUTHANN HUNTER
VS NEO JAMES CARNER
WINNER: Draw

NON TITLE TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
KESTREL (N/S)
VS KENDRICK KROSS
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
WINNER: Morgan Darkwater

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
KEITH WILLIAMS
VS NOSTALGIA
WINNER: Nostalgia (and still EWC Television Champion)


MNB #502 MVP: Ruthann Hunter & Neo James Carner

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