MNB #503 - ANAHEIM

[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 #503 | FEBRUARY 26TH 2018

LIVE! from the Honda Center, Anaheim, California

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 #502 in Detroit 

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, Nostalgia, Billy Mitchell, Morgan Darkwater, Frater Perdurabo, Amis Shelton, Neo James Carner, Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Kestrel, AJ Johnson, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Michael Carter, Felix Hartleyand 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 Honda Center 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

"We love you Ruthie!"

"In Drake WE Trust!"

"Welcome home Miller"

"Michael Saint Still Owes Me Child Support"

"I came to see the Revolution!"

and "I believe in Nostalgia!"

Aiello: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another sold out Monday Night Brawl! Thank you for tuning in. Fans are being treated to a double dose of Wrestling action here tonight as many purchased tickets for both WWE Raw and EWC BRAWL

Carter: What's interesting is FSW's very own Kyle Gautier is here tonight, in the stands, and he actually had a "Quack Quack Quack" chant going for a solid five or more minutes. It was pretty hilarious stuff and the fans were really into it too

Bennett: Hockey fans around the world know that today was the big NHL Trade Deadline, which was an absolute snooze fest and I can't believe I wasted time watching TradeCentre yet again this year. The Jets, Penguins and Lightning are the big winners, and everyone who sat and watched all damn day are the big losers

Carter: Thanks for that insight Steve .. tonight we have an absolute MONSTER of a show. We have two Championships on the line tonight .. the Television Championship and the International Championship! Ruthann Hunter has returned to the Title scene and will try and put an end to Nostalgia's new reign as Champion. Both of them coined themselves underdogs, and both of them proving you can overcome anything. Also, the monster match .. Neo James Carner .. hungry for another title and Morgan Darkwater, looking to hang onto his International Title .. its going to be one for the books folks

Bennett: I say this with great sarcasm .. I am saddened to announce that the Taco shitfest show, hosted by Shadow Man, which was scheduled to air tonight .. will be moved to next weeks show instead. It appears our fearless leader Victor Price was unable to make it tonight .. for whatever reasons .. I assume he's facing the wrath of Mac after Price decided to fire a certain Brawl member this week

Carter: I was really looking forward to that interview but glad it will be happening next week at least! Lets focus on what IS happening tonight .. we have three yes three matches setting up next weeks EWC Television Championship match. Kross, Louise, Shelton, Sanders, Garcia and Miller are all battling it out in three separate matches for the opportunity to face Nostalgia or Hunter next week for the Television Championship

Aiello: We also have a debut by Matthew Carter tonight as he takes on Keith Williams, and Darian Gray will face off against Justin Matthews in what should be a wildly entertaining match. 



The entire stadium erupts in cheers as the familiar skull-n-crossbones, burning in the breeze, flashes up on the screen of the titantron.

Carter: Speaking of that Main Event, it would seem the International Champion himself is coming out to address the EWC Universe!

Bennett: Ugh, I was hoping the dirty pirate would do us all a favour not sure his damned face until the Cage Match, and even then only long enough for Neo James Carner to embarrass his ass and win his International title.

The spotlight shines on the stage as Morgan steps out, the EWC International Championship belt firmly around his waist, in unusual fashion for the Captain... but it's soon apparent why it doesn't hold its usual pride of place over his shoulder as we can see there's something different about Morgan, an addition to his usual attire that has an excited rumbling running throughout the arena.

Aiello: Is that... around his neck...?

Carter: Shades of the Brawl after the 2017 Rumble, with Captain Morgan coming out to address the fans with something wrapped around his neck. But that ain't no broken ring-rope this time, ladies and gentlemen - that's a coil of barbed wire!

Bennett: The man's insane - someone get him committed so the title can be stripped from him!

Aiello: Will you stop...?

The Captain smirks, readjusts the barbed wire wrapped around his neck as if rearranging an ascot and makes his way down to the ring. He climbs inside and takes the microphone from Jessica Stroup who dutifully backs out of the ring as he brings the mic to his lips.

Captain Morgan: Good evenin', ladies an' gentlemen o' Anaheim, California!

The cheap pop goes over well with the fans, and he chuckles softly at the chants of "You Are Awesome!"

Captain Morgan: Thank ye, thank ye, ye be too kind... Now, some o' ye may have noticed this little number 'round me neck. Let me assure ye, if ye think this be nasty-lookin'...

He gently lifts the barbed wire up over his head, the loose loop barely scratching him.

Captain Morgan: Believe me, it be nothin' compared t' th' amount' o wire ensnarin' the cage way up above me head at this very second!

He points skywards, the arena lighting highlighting the suspended cage to the cheers of the fans.

Carter: Captain Morgan, of course, surprising his opponent Carner by having the cage match made into a barbed wire cage match because he, and I quote, "didn't want the stinking rat running away with my title".

Bennett: This entire match stinks of collusion! Morgan knows he can't beat Neo James Carner clean, and President Mac knew Carner wouldn't be the kind of champion who'd do his bidding, so both men have conspired together to make this disgusting debacle, stacked against Carner. It's a travesty!

Aiello: The only travesty here is your recounting of the facts...

Morgan smiles and casually tosses the coil of barbed wire aside, bringing the microphone back up to his lips.

Captain Morgan: My opponent t'night, th' loathsome an' detestable Neo James Carner, he likes t' talk. He likes t' remind us all that he was "Th' Television Dream" Champion, an' good fer him. Good fer ye, Mr Carner, ye were TV Champion fer 98 glorious days - can we get a round o' applause fer th' Television Dream...?

A light smattering of applause fills the arena, most of it drowned out by chants of "Carner Sucks!" When both have died down, the Captain continues.

Captain Morgan: Ye see, Carner, that be th' problem wit' dreams: as long as they appear t' be whilst yer in 'em, ye eventually wake up t' discover they weren't really that long after all, an' that nothin' that happened in 'em really mattered t' anyone. So I guess ye moniker does work, in a sense... yer TV title reign seemed far longer than it were, like the worst o' dreams, but when it was finally over e'eryone saw that it didn't really amount t' much. But this title, right 'ere...?

He pauses to unhook the International championship from his waist and hold it up to the cheer of his fans.

Captain Morgan: T'day marks Day 112 o' my reign as International Champion, which makes me th' third longest-running champion if ye don't add th' two reigns o' Drake t'gether. Only Tony Savage an' Kurt Newman 'ave held this prestigious beauty fer longer, 198 an' 205 days respectively. I've established me legacy as a proud, respectable, strong fightin' champion, Carner, an' t'morrow...? T'morrow will mark Day 113 o' my reign, cos ye 'ave nay chance in HELL o' beatin' me t'night! Captain Morgan Darkwater intends t' wipe th' floor wit' ye t'night, an' go on t' Stranglemania still th' EWC International Champion - nay, t' go beyond Stranglemania, still th' champion, fer a record-breakin' reign!

Carter: Fighting words there, from a fighting champion!

Bennett: Fighting champion my ass! He's barely defended that title, whereas Carner was defending his every week! I think it's clear who the true champion is here.

Aiello: Title defence or not, the Captain only has one loss in singles competition - you don't have to have the gold on the line to prove yourself worthy of having it.

Captain Morgan: So Carner, when that final bell rings an' I leave that ring still International Champion an' leave ye behind, broken an' bloodied wit'out yer ReVenant cronies in sight t' come t' ye rescue, remember it an' remember it well. An' ne'er e'er let me be hearin' ye call yer'self th' true, better champion - 'cause Captain Morgan Darkwater detests a liar!

He drops the mic and scoops up the coil of barbed wire as he leaves the ring, swinging it casually around his hand as he saunters back up the ramp.

Aiello: Captain Morgan Darkwater with the final warning shots to his opponent, Neo James Carner - again, that Main Event is a Barbed Wire Cage Match, and it's later tonight!

Carter: Don't go anywhere friends .. we'll be right back with our first match of the night after these commercials!

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SINGLES MATCH

MICHAEL CARTER

VS KEITH WILLIAMS

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Aiello: Here we go friends .. our first match of the night!

Light Go Out As The Intro Too many slaves in this world Die by torture and pain

Too many people do not see, They're killing themselves, going insane,Too many people do not know

Bondage is over the human race, They believe slaves always lose, And this fear keeps them down

Watch the damned (God bless ya), They're gonna break their chains (Hey)

No, you can't stop them (God bless ya) They're coming to get you

And then you'll get your

Balls to the wall, man Balls to the wall You'll get your balls to the wall, man

Balls to the wall, balls to the wall

As Michael Carter On Entrance Ramp as throw his right fist in the air as he coming down slapping five with the fans as he slide in under bottom Rope as throws right fist in the air as he climbs up on 2nd Turnbuckle as he throws his fist in the air as his pumping his right fist.

Stroup: Michaelllll Carterrrrr!!!!

Aiello: Michael Carter debuting against some stiff competition in ReVenants member, Keith Williams.

Bennett: I almost feel bad for this new guy. Then I remember he is from Philadelphia.

Carter: He got a contract with EWC, the powers to be must have seen something to sign him and start him off against a dangerous competitor like Keith Williams. If he can get a win tonight, it would be a statement to the rest of the EWC roster.

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. As the opening lyrics are shouted out, the dark blue fades away and the regular lights come on full strength, showing the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. He's noticeably wearing a black denim vest that's covered in patches of bands, with the words "California C*nt" printed on the back in a font style you might find with a death metal or black metal band, directly below this is a giant mustache graphic that's been ironed on as well.

Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him. As he reaches the ring, Keith goes to enter by rolling under the bottom rope, but hesitates for a moment to thrust against it to the beat of the song, eventually getting to his feet and treating everyone with another round of mustache strokes for good measure. He mounts the turnbuckle nearest to him, hopping up to the middle rope and posing with his arms spread wide. As the music dies down, KW abandons his post and tosses his vest to a company stooge on the outside, taking to practicing his elbows in the corner before the match begins.

Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT...KEITH WILLLLLIAMMMSSSS!

Aiello: Keith Williams making noise all around EWC. Making his feelings about Rampage known a few weeks in a row now.

Bennett: Rampage wishes they had someone as classy as Keith Williams asa regular competitor there.

DING DING DING

Michael Carter and Keith Williams get face to face, exchanging some choice words, prompting to Michael Carter catching Williams with a hard right hand, then another, and another. Carter goes for a Haymaker, but Williams counters it into an Arm Wringer, transitioning into a Hammerlock then dropping Carter with a Hammerlock Reverse DDT. Williams goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE

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Kickout by Carter.

Williams is quick to get to his feet, Carter is not far behind. Carter steps up to WIlliams, going for a hard right, but it is blocked by Willams, Williams goes for a kick to the side of Carter, but Carter catches the foot of Williams, pull him close then takes Williams down with a Lariat. Carter quickly grabs Williams, yanking him to his feet, then whips Williams into the corner. Carter charges, leaps, and connects with The Cross Check. Williams slinks down in the corner. Carter grabs his arm and drags him out of the corner. Carter goes for the cover and hooks the legs...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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.kickout by Williams

Aiello: This EWC newcomer has been able to hang with the talented Keith Williams thus far, but will he be able to keep it up?

Bennett: Of course not. If you look up class in the dictionary, it is just a picture of Keith Williams mustache.

Carter grabs Williams by the head and shoulder, bringing him to his feet, then goes to whip WIlliams into the ropes, but it is reversed by Williams, as Carter bounces back, Williams steps into him, pushing Carter into the air, as Carter comes down Williams connects with the Too Sleazy Uppercut. Williams drops, pushing on the face of Carter as he goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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Th...kickout by Carter

Williams drags Carter into Piledriver position, but Carter reverses it into a Back Body Drop. Williams rushes to his feet, only to be taken down with a Drop Toe Hold. Carter takes a few steps back, as Williams is on his hands and knees, Carter charges and delivers a Punt Kick to the ribs of Williams. Carter drops down for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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Th...kickout by Williams.

Aiello: WIlliams is going to feel that one in the morning.

Carter: This Michael Carter is proving to be a hard hitting competitor, going shot for shot with Keith Williams

Bennett: For Now..

Carter brings Williams to his feet, but Williams is first to act by driving a knee into the gut of Carter. Williams then connects with a series of hard kicks to the sides and legs of Carter. Williams finishes the combo off with a Discuss Elbow Smash.

Bennett: The Greatest Elbow in the EWC the Golden Elbow!

Carter drops to the mat, Williams goes for the cover...the ref counts..

ONE

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TWO

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TH...kickout by Carter

Aiello: Williams with a nearfall there. Carter needs to get the momentum back in his direction.

Williams brings Carter to his feet, he tries to whip Carter into the corner but Carter reverses it, sending Williams hard into the corner. Carter climbs over Williams and begins unloading Hard Rights to the head of Williams as the fans count along

ONE

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TWO

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THREE

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FOUR

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FIVE

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SEVEN

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NINE

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TEN!

Carter hops down, Williams looks to be out on his feet. Carter charges but Williams catches him offguard with a Double Boot to the face. Williams delivers a hard kick to the gut of Carter, setting him up for the Saito Special with Cheese. Williams goes for the cover after driving Carter into the mat with this Vertical Suplex Piledriver...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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THRE...kickout by Carter

Aiello: I can’t believe he kicked out of that! He is showing some true grit in this match.

Williams hassles the ref about a slow count, even throwing accusations of the ref taking a pay off. This rant continues long enough for Carter to come from behind, and take Williams to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Carter takes a few steps back, waiting for Williams to get on his hands knees, as he does Carter charges, and drives his foot into the head of Williams with the Broad Street Bully. Carter drops a knee, taking a few seconds before going for the cover… the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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THRE...kickout by Williams.

Aiello: Devastating Big Boot by Carter almost gave him the victory.

Bennett: Too bad this ain’t horseshoes.

Carter drags Williams to his feet, Carter goes for the Sudden Impact DDT, but Williams counters with a release Northern Lights Suplex, sending Carter into the corner. Carter staggers to his feet, Williams scoops him up, setting him up for the K-Driver. Williams drives Carter into the mat with the Emerald Flowison and goes for the cover… the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. KEITHHHHH WILLLLLLIAMMMMSSSSSS!

Aiello: Keith Williams with another impressive victory.

Carter: He may be a sleazeball, but none can deny his talent in the squared circle.

Bennett: And that Mustache! Heaven praise that mustache.

Darian Gray brings Dino with him in the ring to help Keith Williams celebrate Keith getting booed after his victory. As they celebrate, Michael Carter rolls out of the ring, and gets some love from the fans as he makes his way up the ramp.

Aiello: Stay tuned folks, coming up next we have Darian Gray taking on Justin Matthews. Gray looking to even the score against Matthews.

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SINGLES MATCH

DARIAN GRAY

VS JUSTIN MATTHEWS

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Aiello: Now that we’ve got our opener out of the way. Let’s get back down to the ring for the second matchup of the evening, shall we?

Carter: Good idea, Joe. Next up we have Justin Matthews taking on Darian Gray.

Stroup: Our next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall .. coming to the ring first .. from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 180 lbs and 5’8” .. He is JUSTIN MATTHEWS!

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

Bennett: You know we were all impressed by Justin Matthews victory over Kendrick Kross in Cleveland. Let’s see if he’s got the chops to back it up here.

Aiello: Yes it was impressive considering the lengths that Matthews had to take just to get back into the ring. But he faces a tough opponent tonight. Can he make it two for two?

Stroup: And his opponent .. Making his way to the ring at this time .. from Long Beach, California and weighing in at 275 lbs and 6’5” .. He is “The Portrait” DARIAN GRAY!

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.

Carter: You know, they call this man the Portrait, but they also call him Perfection Personified. At 6’5” he is indeed a physical specimen. It’s going to be interesting to see how he matches up with someone who isn’t quite his size.

Bennett: Yeah, a lot of folks assume that there’s an advantage to being big. That’s because there is. But son o bitch, if them little guys can’t give ya a run for your money in the name of agility, quickness, and style. You gotta be careful or the big redwood might get chopped down.

Aiello: Well I guess we’re gonna find out soon as this match gets underway!

DING DING DING!!

Josh Daniels pulls away from the center of the ring and he allows these two men to fight. Darian Gray wastes no time walking out to the center of the ring to pose. Matthews takes an insult to this, and he delivers a quick low dropkick to the kneecap that sends Gray face fist down to the canvas below. Gray pushes up from the mat and holds his nose but Matthews is right on the attack stomping him down. He lands three stomps in before Gray is able to push himself back up to his feet and shove Matthews away. Justin charges Gray but Darian stands up and turns Mathews inside out with a hard lariat. The Portrait pulls Matthews back to his feet and lifts him high in the air with a gorilla press before dropping him snake eyes down on the top rope. Gray follows up with a leaping knee drop before standing back up just to walk over Matthew’s gut and wipe his feet on the mat afterward.

Aiello: Oh this guy Darian Gray, he’s quite the show-off. I bet he didn’t take too kindly to having his face smashed first thing in the match.

Carter: This is the EWC, Joe! If you don’t want to have your beautiful face wrecked you should stay away from the action and definitely outside of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation’s ring!

Bennett: But since then, it’s been all Perfection Personified. Matthews might have bent his nose a little but in reality all it did was piss him off!

Gray pulls Matthews back to his feet but Matthews fights back. Justin Matthews gets three shots into the midsection of Gray before he’s able to bounce off of the ropes. Gray drops down looking for a back body drop but Matthews counters with a neckbreaker. Matthews quickly crawls over Gray for the cover.


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Darian Gray kicks out just after the count of one.

Bennett: Quick cover there.

Carter: Never hurts to let ‘em know you can pin their shoulders down, Steve.

Bennett: Did I say anything?

Carter: It was just the way you said it…

Bennett: All I said was that it was a quick cover. I didn’t say it in any way!

Matthews pops right back up to his feet and stomps down on Darian Gray once again. Darian Gray pushes himself up off of the mat and this time he’s grabbed by Matthews with an irish whip. Gray reverses the irish whip and sends Matthews off to the ropes and catches him on his return with a tiltawhirl sidewalk slam. Matthews screams out in pain and rolls around on the canvas as a result. Gray pulls Matthews back up and hits him with a fall away samoan drop. Matthews once again holds the rib area as he rolls around on the canvas in pain. Darian Gray goes for the cover..


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Justin Matthews kicks out at two. But he’s still clutching the ribs.

Aiello: Matthews seems to have some damage in the back or the midsection area…

Carter: Well, it’s been well documented that Matthews is a bit injury prone. But he’s displayed toughness just to make it this far. I hope that he isn’t experiencing another injury.

Justin Matthews sits up with his arms around his waist. He doesn’t even see it coming when Perfection Personified comes in and drills him with a seated superkick Worth 1,000 Words.

Bennett: Holy-

Carter: I think Darian Gray just nearly kicked Justin Matthews’ head off of his body!

Aiello: I don’t see how anyone can get up from that.

Darian Gray pulls Matthews back up to his feet and lays him back in the corner where he’s leaning just to stand. Gray turns around and takes a little time to pose to the crowd before rushing towards the corner and once again drills Matthews in the face with his foot… this time using the Big Boot that he calls the Brush with Excellence. Matthews is out as he lays back in the corner, but Darian Gray is not done. Gray pulls Matthews out from the corner and drills him in the center of the ring with a wrist-clutch Fisherman Driver known as the Aesthetic Driver No. 9!

Bennett: Son o bitch. Just cover the damn kid. This match is over.

Darian Gray drops down to one knee and places his hand on Justin Matthew’s chest.


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DING DING DING!!!

Stroup: The winner of the match, by Pinfall, DARIAN GRAY!!!

Bennett: Decisive victory by Darian Gray here tonight. Might I say, that was just about perfect.

Carter: You know something Steve, I do want to give props to Justin Matthews for bringing the fight out there - but man, tonight was just not his night, was it? Now we’re left to wonder if he was injured again or if he was just simply caught off guard.

Aiello: Either way, how impressive was that win by The Portrait Darian Gray? If people weren’t looking at him before, they sure will take notice now.

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SINGLES MATCH
WINNER FACES TELEVISION CHAMPION @ MNB #504

KENDRICK KROSS

VS EMMA LOUISE

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Aiello: What a great night of matches we’ve had so far folks!

Carter: Exactly right, Joe. This next one shouldn’t disappoint either.

Jessica Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Los Santos, 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.

Best Friend hits the PA system as the arena goes dark. A few seconds later smoke starts to fill the arena and Kendrick rises from the middle of the ramp. At :30 when the lyrics start red pyro shoots out from either side of the stage and the lights flash white and red as Kendrick slowly starts walking down towards the ring. Kendrick slowly walking, wearing a leather jacket, white tank top, black jeans and red high top sneakers stops in the middle of the ramp head down.

Jessica Stroup: From Chelsea, London....weighing in at 215 pounds.....Kendrick Kross!

Kendrick slowly continues walking down the ramp until getting to the end of the ramp where he turns left, goes up the step and climbs into the ring and walks over towards the corner where he sits.

DING DING DING

Kendrick and Emma circle the ring, never breaking eye contact. They make one complete circle before getting close and initiating a collar-and-elbow tie-up. They struggle with one another with Kendrick eventually getting the upper hand with sending a knee to the gut of Emma. Kendrick strikes the back of Emma with his forearm forcing her to one knee. He strikes her in the back twice more before engaging in a front face lock. Kendrick throws Emma’s arm over his neck and hits a snap suplex immediately going for the pin after the suplex.

Aiello: A solid exchange there, Kendrick getting the upper hand though.

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Carter: I agree, Joe. Not sure I agree with this early pin strategy, though.

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Bennett: Son o Bitch. I thought we might have had an early win.

Kendrick slaps the mat hoping he could have ended the match quickly. He pushes up and gets to his feet then lifts Emma up and hits her with multiple European Uppercuts backing her up into the ropes. Kross pushes Emma up against the ropes and throws her across the ring, on the rebound of the Irish Whip he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder with a big back body drop. He lets out a quick smirk then goes for another cover.

Aiello: Kendrick keeping the upper hand early in this match. Trying for another quick pin.

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Carter: Another quick pin attempt. I’m not sure what he is trying to do here, but it’s not working.

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Bennett: These refs need to count faster!

Kendrick once again slaps the mat and rolls his eyes, surprised it was only a one count. He hops up one more time and grabs her by her head to lift her up but she sends three straight elbows to his gut causing him to backup and grab it. Emma hops to a vertical base clutching at her back quickly before sending a boot to Kendricks gut which is followed by a snap suplex. Emma immediately floats over onto Kross and pins him, hooking the leg.

Aiello: Another quick pin attempt, this one by Emma Louise though.

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Carter: She’s gaining momentum, Joe.

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Bennett: Another one count!? How many of those will happen.

Emma picks Kross up and hits him with multiple chops to the chest followed by her grabbing his arm and whipping him across the ring. He rebounds and is met by a lariat by Emma, Kross pops up and is met by one more, Kross pops up again and sees Emma is going for a third but he backs up to the corner so she can’t. Kross walks to the middle of the ring and they get into a collar-and-elbow tie-up a knee is sent to the guy of Kross bending him over followed by a knee to the face of Kendrick. He backs up and grabs his nose. Emma sends a boot to the gut of Kendrick once more and plants him with a DDT!

Aiello: What a DDT! That could have knocked him out!

Carter: She should go for the pin here, why isn’t she?

Bennett: It’s obvious isn’t it? She wants to lose!

She quickly pops up, instead of going for the cover this time she goes for a standing moonsault but Kendrick gets his knees up and sends them directly into Emmas gut! Kendrick hops up and lets out a smirk. He picks up Emma and sends a chop to her chest, he follows it up with two more until he backs her into the ropes where he whips her across the ring in an irish whip. On the return he picks her up and slams her with a spinebuster! Kendrick immediately pops up from that and runs over towards the ropes bounces off the middle one and hits a lionsault! He grabs his gut but gets over to her for a cover.

Aiello: What a nice lionsault! This could be it.

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Carter: It was beautifully executed, Joe. That is for sure.

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Bennett: Son o’ Bitch! Kendrick should of had that.

Kendrick shakes his head at the ref surprised at the count, as he’s starting to get frustrated. Kendrick picks Emma up and sends punches to her head, one, two, three, four punches until shes backed up unto the corner. He grabs her throat and pushes on it as he begins choking her, the ref begins his count and reaches four before Kendrick lets go. Kendrick grabs Emma’s arm and whips her across the ring as she hits the other turnbuckle hard. Kendrick follows attempting a splash but he gets the ring post instead as Emma moved out of the way! Kendricks head bounces hard off of the post and as he comes back blood starts to run from his head as the post cut him open. Kendrick raises his hand to his head and touches it and brings it down to see blood on it then shakes his head, trying to clear his head after the hit. Before he can though, Emma capitalizes and slaps Kendrick across the face. The slap is followed by a couple of kicks and a boot to the gut and follows it up with an X-Factor! Emma rolls Kendrick over and crawls on top of him, hooking his outside leg.

Aiello: Look at that blood! Followed up by the X-Factor. Great move by Emma.

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Carter: Smart move with that blood running down his face. I think Emma has this guys.

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Bennett: No she doesn’t. Kick out, Kendrick!

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Bennett: See. I told you Kendrick would kick out.

Emma looks up at the ref surprised that it wasn’t three after that. She shakes her head and hops up, picking up the downed Kendrick. Immediately after picking Kendrick up she slaps him twice then hits him with an Em’s The Brakes! Emma pops up as Kendrick is rolling onto his back. She walks over towards the top rope and hops up on it and looks back to make sure Kendrick is in the same spot. She throws a hand up as the crowd cheers and she jumps off the top hitting a moonsault! Instead of going for the pin though, Emma picks Kendrick off to try to finish him. She lifts Kendrick up and grabs him, setting him up for the Girl Crush but instead Kendrick grabs her from behind and hits a German Suplex! He keeps the hold and flicks his hips to get back to a standing position, he hits a second one and then a third releasing on the third one.

Aiello: Nice sequence of Germans there

Carter: Beautifully executed.

Emma gets onto her hands and knees and Kendrick lets out a smirk. He runs at Emma, jumps and plants her with a Chelsea Dirve-By!

Aiello: The Chelsea Drive-By. Game over!

Carter: That’s one of the more devastating finishers honestly. Kross should have this.

Bennett: Let’s go Kendrick!

Emma’s face hits the mat hard as she bounces off of it and rolls onto her back. Kendrick looks at where she is positioned and proceeds to walk over and climb slowly up the turnbuckle. He faces away from Emma looking at the crowd as he lets a big smirk out and jumps off, twisting in mid air hitting the Kross Up! Kendrick lands perfectly onto Emma and pins her, hooking both legs.

Aiello: Now the Kross Up with the pin. He’s got it.

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Carter: Emma is resilient though. She could kick out of this, however unlikely.

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Aiello: What a match. That had everything from multiple kickouts to a nice finish.

Jessica Stroup: Your winner by Pinfall….Kendrickkkkk Krooooosssss!

Kendrick stands in the middle of the ring, his face still a little bloody as he’s slouched over.

Bennett: That Son o’ Bitch definitely showed how bad he wants that match next week. Emma put a hell of a fight as well.

Carter: It was definitely a good and hard fought match between Emma and Kross. We’ll definitely see them both in the future. Kross just had the upper hand tonight.

Aiello: With that we will hear a word from our sponsors. Don’t go away folks, still have some exciting matches ahead.

Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to you live via satellite from EWC Studios in Los Angeles California, The Rock Soldier, Griffin Hawkins!

Griffin appears on the tron as the crowd goes nuts.

Carter: Griffin Hawkins .. we'd like to thank you for allowing us to interview you. I know you have a lot on your mind with the events that unfolded in EWC lately.

Griffin Hawkins: A lot has been going on as of late. But I guess it's not a normal day unless there's chaos in it.

Aiello: First, I wanna talk about why you're not going to be performing tonight Monday Night Brawl..due to the attack from one AJ Johnson. In such..you've sustained a mild concussion. The owner of EWC Danny Mac has decided to give you the night off to rest just in case...what are your feelings about that?

Griffin Hawkins: Well guys..you know the one thing I wanna do is go out there and perform for the EWC crowd. *the crowd cheers* Every time I go out there, I see signs saying...Griffin Rocks...I see people with Griffin Hawkins T-Shirts, I see people reaching out to high five me whenever I come down. I like to perform...and it sucks that I'm gonna miss this show because some people are afraid of me being injured. I respect Mac for what he's doing, not wanting to see one of his top stars risk permanent injury...but this is something that I was born to do. I don't like being coddled. I don't like being protected. I'm not made of glass, and I don't appreciate being treated like I'm fragile. I didn't come back to EWC to sit at home and drink beer and eat pizza..I came back to prove once again that I am the best in the industry..but I can't do that when I'm not there. But if there is an upside..I get to spend more time with my family. I'm gonna enjoy this time while I can..because as soon as I'm given the word....I'm coming back to kick some ass.

Carter: Griffin, It seemed there is more to this attack by AJ Johnson..do you believe he sees you as a threat somehow?

Griffin Hawkins: For the most part...yes I do think he sees me as a threat. The whole time I've been gone from EWC last year, he's been trying to make a name for himself. He thinks that he is the best athlete in EWC today. And maybe he was....until I returned to EWC at Wrestlefest. When I came back..the first person that confronted me was him. He got in my face saying my time is over and he replaced me as the man in EWC. And that attack on Brawl further cemented his need to get me out of the picture.

Aiello: One more question Griffin, Rumors are going around that since what happened on Brawl..AJ Johnson has been bragging to everyone in the back about how he put you out of commission. The question is...where do you go from here?...

Just then "At My Best" by Machine Gun Kelly blasts in as AJ Johnson makes his way down to the ring, smiling arrogantly as the crowd boos him.

Aiello: Oh great..not this guy. Hasn't he done enough!?

Bennett: I guess he's out here to conduct his OWN interview with Hawkins!

AJ gets in the ring and takes a microphone, looking to the screen.

AJ Johnson: You know California is known for having some of the finest hunnies in the country, but after looking around at this crowd, Anaheim is not showing out. There are some fucking trolls in here tonight! For instance, this bitch in the front row is missing half of the teeth that’s supposed to be in her mouth! And this other one a couple rows down looks like she grows a better fucking beard than me!

AJ laughs as the boos pour down on him

AJ Johnson: Anyways .. Griffin...how dare you sit there and LIE to all these people! Mac didn't bar you from the arena so you wouldn't get injured...he barred you from the arena because he was afraid of what I would do to you! *the crowd boos* See last week, I proved myself. I proved that I am better than you when I laid you out right here in the middle of this ring! I took that lead pipe...and I bashed your brains in! Right now, I'm gonna give you a little career advice Griff...just go home. Go home and stay there. Because if you do come back...it will be the very LAST time you step in this ring. Go back home and live your ordinary life..with your ordinary home..and your ordinary wife and kids. Because you are not wanted here anymore! You're just a washed up relic who refuses to move on. So either stay down..or I'll put you down!

The crowd boos as Griffin looks serious.

Griffin Hawkins:....You think you're the only person in my career..no...in life who told me to stay down? I've made a career out of proving people like you wrong. You want me to stay down...I don't think so. You want to put me out of wrestling? Alright pal..I'll give you a chance...coming up in a few weeks is a little show where immortals are born and Gods are worshiped...and I think it might be called.....StrangleMania.

The crowd pops at the mere mention of this as AJ begins to laugh.

AJ Johnson: StrangleMania?! Is that supposed to be some kind of challenge? What are you gonna do, talk me to death? What, you think you're bigger than me? You think you're stronger than me? You think you're badder than me? Well I proved otherwise last week on Brawl. I proved once again that I am the future of EWC..and you're just the past! Your career is dead! The Rock Soldier is dead! And whether you like it or not..or any of these idiots like it or not...the torch has already been passed. You've got nothing Hawkins..you don't got anymore backup, you don't got anymore friends..you're at the end of your rope...but if you want a match with me at StrangleMania...fine..you got it! And I'm gonna do what nobody in the history of EWC or anyone else in this sport has done...and put the great Rock Soldier out of wrestling!

Griffin glares straight, not taking his eyes of Johnson.

Griffin Hawkins: That's it kid...keep it coming...keep running that gob of yours, that's only gonna make what I do to you at StrangleMania even worse. I came back to EWC to resume my legacy, and I'll be damned if it's gonna get ended by some fucking parasite like you. You want to end my career? Well better men have tried...and better men have failed. Because at StrangleMania, I'm gonna end this once and for all. And I'm gonna give you what you want, I'm gonna make you relevant...I'm gonna have people talking about you, people are gonna be talking about how the face of EWC looks like it was put through a machine..because Griffin Hawkins kicked his pathetic ass! *the crowd cheers as Griffin is glaring intensely* ...seeya at StrangleMania.

He takes the mic out of his shirt and walks off camera as AJ grins arrogantly as if he's up to something.

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SINGLES MATCH
WINNER FACES TELEVISION CHAMPION @ MNB #504

DOMINIC SANDERS

VS AMIS SHELTON

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Aiello: We just lined up the first challenger in next week’s Fatal Fourway Television Title Match. Coming up we have Amis Shelton taking on newcomer Dominic Sanders to see which of them will earn a shot at EWC gold next week.

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 is not off to the start he was hoping when he inked his deal with EWC. He will look to take a big step in the right direction tonight.

Carter: He has been impressive in his two losses, but you know a competitor like him is not happy with just performing well, he is here to win.

Bennett: He faced Rob Garcia, of course he was going to lose.

YOUNG RENEGADE!

The crowd erupt into a chorus of loud cheers as Hollywood Undead's 'Renegade' begins to play on the speakers.

Stroup:Introducing first, he is from Springfield, Illinois and he weighs in tonight at 200lbs.. 'The Renegade'.... AMIS.... SHEEEEELLLLTTOOOOOON!

Amis Shelton emerges from behind the curtain with his arms outstretched as he embraces the reception from the crowd. Amis scouts the entire arena with a smile. Nodding his head, he proceeds down the ramp

Amis climbs onto the apron and hops over the top rope and climbs a turnbuckle, aggressively outstretching his arms which generates more cheers from the fans. Amis looks out to the crowd once more before climbing off the turnbuckle and warming up on the spot.

Aiello: Amis Shelton coming off that tough loss on Brawl 501. Now he looks to earn another chance for a shot at the EWC Television Title.

Bennett: He will never be successful without Victor Price.

Carter: I’m pretty sure he won the FSW Title without the help of Price. And he remembers what it felt like to win EWC gold, and he wants that feeling again. Preferably sooner rather than later.

DING DING DING

Dominic Sanders and Amis Shelton circle the ring, sizing each other up.Sanders goes for a grapple, but Shelton ducks under and, goes behind him. Shelton wraps his arms around Sanders, but before Shelton can try a move, Sanders connects with a few Elbows to the head of Shelton, forcing Shelton to break his grasp. Sanders attempts a Clothesline from Hell, but it is ducked by Shelton. As Sanders turns, he is met with a knee to the gut.

Amis tries to get Sanders up for a Death Valley Driver, but Sanders manages to slide off behind Shelton. As Sanders goes to grab Shelton, he is beaten to it, as Shelton connects with a Pele Kick, stunning Sanders. Shelton quickly gets to his, steps forward, and sends Sanders flying into the corner with a Superkick. Shelton heads to the corner, then proceeds to drive his shoulder into the gut of Sanders. Shelton lifts Sanders, and sets him up on the Top Turnbuckle. Shelton starts unloading hard right hands to Sanders as the fans count along…

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Shelton positions himself, setting Sanders up for a SuperPlex. But as he lifts, it is blocked by Sanders. Sanders connects with a few head butts, then lifts Shelton and connects with a Inverted SuperPlex, sending both men crashing to the floor. It takes a few seconds for Sanders to go for the pin...the ref counts…



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Aiello: Shelton had the advantage to start this match. But Sanders showed just how quickly the tide can turn in an EWC match.

Carter: Still too early to pick a favorite in this one.

Bennett: I know who I’d pick...Neither.

Sanders gets to his feet a few moments before Shelton. Sanders charges Shelton and goes for a Big Boot, but Shelton ducks under it. As Sanders turns, Shelton goes for a Step Up Enziguri but Sanders ducks it. Shelton gets to his feet, and is met with a hard right hand, then another, and another before Sanders drives his knee into the gut of Shelton. Sanders scoops Shelton onto his back, then drives him to the mat with a Samoan Drop. Sanders bounces off the ropes, leaps, and comes down with a Leg Drop across the throat of Shelton. Sanders goes for the cover…

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Sanders grabs Shelton, bringing him to his feet. Sanders whips Shelton into the corner, then charges after him, but Shelton connects with both feet to the face of Sanders. Shelton follows up with a Low Dropkick, knocking Sanders legs out from under him. Shelton hurries to the feet of Sanders, he attempts to lock in a Boston Crab, but before he can turn Sanders completely around, Sanders delivers a kick hard enough to force Shelton to release his grasp. Sanders hurries to his feet, he charges Shelton, but Shelton is ready for him, leans down, props Sanders onto his shoulders, then connects with a Death Valley Driver. He hooks the legs...the ref counts…

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Aiello: Shelton with a nearfall there.

Carter: Amis Shelton knows what it is like to wear EWC Gold, and he is doing his best to earn that chance again.

Shelton quickly gets to his feet, once again going to the feet of Sanders. He wraps the legs of Sanders, then falls back, and wraps his arms around the neck of Sanders, putting Sanders in the Muta Lock. Sanders flails his arms, trying to reach for the rope, but is unsuccessful. The ref checks to see if he quits, but Sanders refuses. Shelton keeps the pressure on, but after the ref checks on Sanders a second time, Sanders finally manages to fully extend his right arm and grab the ropes. Amis releases the hold when the ref gets to 3. As Sanders recovers, Shelton heads to the corner, he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Sanders gets to his feet, he turns, Shelton leaps, but instead of hitting a Spear, Sanders greets him with a Big Boot. Sanders grabs the downed Shelton, brings him to his feet, wraps up Shelton’s leg, and neck, then sends Shelton crashing into the corner with a T-Bone Suplex.

Aiello: Sanders call that the Funky Town. This could be it right here.

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

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Carter: It is going to take a lot more than that to keep a competitor like Amis Shelton down.

Sanders wastes no time grabbing Shelton, bringing him to his feet. He whips Shelton into the ropes, Shelton bounces off and ducks a Clothesline from Sanders. Shelton bounces off the ropes, leaps, wraps his legs around the head of Sanders, and brings Sanders to the mat with a Huricanranna. Shelton rushes to the corner and hops onto the Top Turnbuckle. Shelton quickly steadies himself, crouches for leverage, then leaps...and connects with a Moonsault. Shelton hooks the legs...the ref counts…

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Shelton quickly gets to his feet, bringing Sanders up with him. Shelton gets Sanders into a Electric Chair position, but before he can complete, Highwind Crash, Sanders begins unloading hard rights to the head of Shelton, so Shelton falls backward to the mat, sending Sanders crashing down. It takes Shelton a second to get to his feet, before making his way to Sanders, clutching at the back of his neck. Shelton brings Sanders to his knees, then proceeds to set up his version of the Styles Clash. He now has Sanders is position, and finishes off You’re Fucked, then holds it for the pinfall...the ref counts…

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Aiello: Shelton with a nearfall there. He hoped that would be enough to finish off Sanders, but Sanders has some fight in him left.

Bennett: So when is he going to start?

Amis Shelton takes a few seconds to rest as he plots his next move. As he gets to his feet, Sanders begins stirring. Shelton walks up to Sanders, reaches for his head, but Sanders grabs the tights, pulling Shelton into the corner. Sanders gets to his feet, Shelton turns and takes a step out of the corner. Sanders leaves his feet, grabs Shelton by the head, spins, and drives Shelton down with a the Texas Tornado DDT. Both men are down, it takes Sanders a few seconds to make the cover...the ref counts….

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Dominic Sanders sits up in shock. He looks at the downed Amis and shakes his head before rising to his feet. He walks over to the feet of Shelton, grabs the legs and goes to set in the Texas Cloverleaf, but Shelton manages to break the grasp with a hard kick to the derriere of Sanders. Shelton upkips to his feet, he grabs Sanders, and lifts him into a Running Powerslam position, he runs to the corner, and tosses Sanders head first into the top turnbuckle.

Aiello: Shelton just connected with the Lawn Dart. This could spell trouble for Dominic Sanders.

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

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Shelton has a look of shock on his face now. He takes his time getting to his feet, which allows Sanders time to recover. Amis heads back to Sanders, but as Shelton gets to Sanders, he is met by a Shoulder to the gut as Sanders lunges forward. Sanders thrusts his hand around the neck of Shelton, lifts him up, and drives him down with a Chokeslam. But drops to a knee before he can go for the cover. Sanders gets to his feet, but gave Shelton enough time to recover.

As Sanders steps to Shelton, Shelton goes for a Roundhouse kick, but Sanders manages to evade the impact, then counters with a Clothesline from Hell. Sanders makes it to the corner as fast as his big frame allows, he climbs to the top turnbuckle. Sanders turns, sets, crouches for leverage, leaps, and connects with Titletown. Sanders goes for the cover...the ref counts….

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Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….DOMMMMINICCCCC SANNNNDERRRRSSSSS!

Aiello: Dominic Sanders just earned his way to the TV Title match next week on Brawl. WHAT A MATCH!

Carter: These men put on a clinic tonight, but Sanders will be walking away with the last laugh on this night.

Bennett: Pretty sure I am laughing at both of them. Just as I was when Rob Garcia beat both of them.

The ref raises Sanders hand in victory. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as he makes his way back up the ramp. Some pepper him with boos, while others cheer and gladly exchange high-fives.

Aiello: Speaking of Rob Garcia, stay tuned to see whether it will be Rob Garcia or David Miller taking that last contender spot as they do battle next.

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SINGLES MATCH
WINNER FACES TELEVISION CHAMPION @ MNB #504

ROB GARCIA

VS DAVID MILLER

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Carter: Welcome back to ringside, fans, where we’re just about to kick off the last of tonight’s three qualifying matches for the Television Championship opportunity on next week’s episode of Brawl!”

Aiello: The twist being it even the identity of the champion is in question. Nostalgia defends that title later tonight against a supremely motivated Ruthann Hunter. That’s a challenge in and of itself. And whoever walks out of that match with the belt now has tonight’s contenders to worry about. We already saw Sanders and Kross seal the deal on their shots, and now it’s time to find out who the fourth member of that free for all is going to be.

Bennett: Why not spare people the suspense? Rob Garcia is the Undefeated Champion. ‘Undefeated.’ Pretty cut and paste. This little tussle with Miller’s just going to be a reminder of why. Old boy might as well stay in the back.

As cameras pan across the capacity crowd, the lights begin to lower, drawing several fans to their feet in anticipation. Seconds pass in silence, before a single tone bleeds through the speakers, slowly leading into a hard, pounding cadence that echoes throughout the arena. Black and white video-clips begin to play in time with the beat, showing Miller shadow boxing in an empty ring, or glaring into the camera from various angles. As the music hits a raucous crescendo, becoming the marching metal chords of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day,” the video clips change to a sporadic, jagged montage of Miller from past matches and the lights return in violent, pulsating strobes. A sudden riot draws the camera to a side entrance. Silhouetted against the tunnel opening, flanked by members of EWC security staff, stands a hooded figure casually loosening his wrists. Head bowed, the man begins a purposed march out into the crowd to a mixed reception.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with the winner receiving a Television Championship opportunity next week. Introducing first, now making his way to the ring, hailing from right here in Anaheim, California. Standing six feet tall, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds. He is the King of Fighters … DAVID … “The Assassin” … MILLER!

A few hands slap at the man’s back and shoulders, while others display raised middle fingers. Pieces of trash and debris bounce off his battered hoodie. Security attempts to step in and regain control, but Miller simply waves them off, ignoring it all. Continuing his walk through the fans, he raises his hands almost absently, accepting palm slaps and fist bumps here and there before easily stepping up onto the guardrail, taking a moment to stare out into the thousands gathered within the arena. The divided masses continue to voice their equal love and hate, but he pays no mind. Dropping down to the floor, Miller stalks the inside of the guardrail and slowly circles around to the ring steps, rolling the joints in his shoulders loose. Climbing the steps up to the apron, he ducks between the ropes and paces, turning his attention to the stage. The hint of a smirk creeps in as he peels off his jacket and tosses it to a crewman, throwing combinations as his music fades.

Aiello: Not quite the welcome reception you’d expect for the hometown hero. Then again, we’ve gotten used to these mixed receptions for Miller. If nothing, he’s as polarizing an individual as he is talented.

Bennett: See? Even these people know Rob’s got this thing in the bag. Miller’s wasting his damned time out here.

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.

Jessica Stroup: And introducing his opponent, representing the ReVenants and being accompanied to the ring by Jeff Noon. From Beverly Hills, California. Also standing six feet tall, and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds … the King of Extreme … ROB … GARCIA!

Rob 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.

Bennett: Airhead forgot to announce him as the champion, shows what happens when you let a woman make her own decisions.

Aiello: … really?

Carter: Please send all complaints to EWC/BoneheadBennett.com. Thank you and goodnight.

DING DING DING

Aiello: Both men moving to center ring under the official’s call. We’ve seen Garcia and Miller take their chances at the Television Championship in recent weeks, with both unfortunately coming up short against former title holder, Neo James Carner, who makes his own move at a title later tonight against Captain Darkwater.

Carter: And to his credit, Garcia took the fight to Carner with no bias towards his stable mate. Miller brought the pain, as well, but in both cases, Carner was just a step ahead. This should be good, though. Both strong technical talents, both more than a little arrogant at times, but capable of backing it up.

Bennett: Then it’s not arrogance, Maxi Pad. It’s called confidence.

Rob splays a big grin as he looks Miller up and down, then turns to mouth something to Jeff, who laughs… just as Rob turns back fast with an open hand slap to the side of Miller’s head. Miller staggers, and Garcia follows up with a kick to the knee, then a chop to the chest. Following up with a forearm shiver, and then a back elbow to the temple, he drives Miller into the ropes, then whips him across to the far side. Miller rebounds and Garcia looks for a hip toss, but Miller flips through and lands on his feet, snapping Garcia over instead with an arm drag. Both men roll to their feet and lunge, with Miller going low, scooping Garcia up with a double-leg shoot and driving him back down to the mat. Miller struggles to gain the mount position, but Garcia slithers out and gets to his knees. Miller wheels with a buzzsaw-style roundhouse, but Garcia ducks and shoves him away, quickly getting to his feet. As Miller turns, Garcia drives a knee into his gut, then snaps him over with a double-arm suplex, floating into the pin.

1!

Aiello: Easy kick out by Miller, but both men starting off strong. Obviously, you expect Miller to have the power and striking advantage, but the technical points are up in the air. Both men capable of putting their opponent through an absolute clinic if they wish.

Both men get to their feet, with Garcia looking for the tie-up, but Miller snaps out a jab, instead, following up with a straight and then a low hook to the ribs, doubling Garcia. Applying a headlock, he snaps him over with a takedown, driving his knee into the same ribs a few times before moving into the full mouth. Hammer fists and heavy bombs ensue, with Garcia doing his best to cover up under the barrage. Eventually, he manages to trap one of Miller’s arms, kicking his leg over to try and straighten it out with an arm bar, but Miller wrenches free and backs away, getting to his feet. Garcia swings away and does the same, keeping a wary eye on the King of Fighters as they circle the center. This time Miller lunges in, grabbing for Garcia, who ducks under and spins behind, driving a forearm into the back of Miller’s head and dropping him with a Russian leg sweep. The quicker of the two, Garcia rises first and drops an elbow into Miller’s chest, instantly back on his feet to drop a second, and even a third. An obviously pained Miller rolls to his side, but Garcia pulls him up and swings him around with a neckbreaker. As Miller lies prone, Garcia hits the ropes and comes off with a cannonball senton to the ribs, covering quickly after.

1!

Again, Miller shoves him away, rolling to his stomach and slowly pushing to his knees as Garcia sits up beside him.

Bennett: What did I tell you? Rob’s making a bigger monkey out of him than Dino! Miller might have started off a house on fire, but the dumb son of a bitch is just a wet match now. He ain’t even hot enough to light my joints!

Carter: I’m going to assume that was a joke.

Bennett: Go ahead. Assume just makes an ass of you, and I'm still right.

Carter: .., not how it goes, Steve.

Garcia stomps Miller in the back of the head, then backs up to deliver a running knee to the same spot, sending Miller back to the mat, clutching his skull. Reaching down, Rob pulls him up and hoists him over with a belly to back suplex. Pointing to the corner, he climbs out onto the apron and starts to scale the turnbuckles as Jeff applauds from below. Miller sits up and sees Garcia balancing himself. In a burst of energy, he rushes the corner and steps up onto the middle buckle, delivering a Shatterpoint to Garcia’s jaw. Losing his balance, Rob drops down and crotches the top rope, earning an ‘ooh’ from the crowd. Turning his back, Miller reaches up and grabs Garcia by the pits, flipping him off the ropes and down to the mat with an iconoclasm. He falls over him for the cover, but the referee is distracted by Jeff, who tries to climb up onto the apron. The crowd lets out a chorus of ‘boos’.

Aiello: Oh, come on. Get him off there. I mean, none of us are surprised, but you’d think our officiating staff would be used to these little games by now.

Carter: Apparently not. Dad really should think about upping the vision plan. These guys are borderline blind.

Noticing the lack of a count, Miller looks up and sees Noon on the apron. Shoving to his feet, he stalks up to the ropes and grabs for the weaselly advocate, but Jeff is quick to drop back to the floor, warning Miller not to lay a finger on him, for legal reasons. Miller rolls his eyes and turns back to find Garcia already up and charging at him, leaping up for a dropkick, but Miller just side-steps and sends him into the ropes. Rob bounces off and tumbles over, landing on his head. Miller pulls the dazed ReVenant to his feet and clinches him Thai style, unleashes a flurry of knees into the man’s ribs, abdomen, kidneys and liver, ending by yanking Garcia’s head down and driving s final knee strike into his face. Rob straightens from the shot, and Miller locks him up before throwing him over with a Northern Lights suplex. Instead of bridging, Miller keeps his holds and pulls Garcia back to his feet, only to toss him overhead again, this time with a release belly to belly that sends Rob flying into the corner. Hitting the buckles upside down, Garcia plummets down onto his head. Noon starts gesturing to the referee, accusing Miller of intentionally looking to cripple his client, but the official ignores him. Miller pulls Rob to his feet and shoves him back against the corner, letting the man rebound into yet another belly to belly suplex, this time into the center of the ring.

Aiello: Miller putting that renowned mat work to good use here. We talked about the clinics these men are capable of, and it looks like Garcia might just be checking in.

Bennett: How can you make hospital jokes right now?! Didn’t you see what just happened? Miller deliberately spiked him on his head! He’s trying to cripple him just like he has so many others. It’s no wonder no one else will hire him! What the hell was Mac thinking letting this lunatic into the company?

Carter: Because he wants the best there is under the EWC banner, and Miller’s proving he has the talent to be one of them, whether you like it or not, Steve.

Bennett: Hope it’s worth it when Noon hits him with a willful endangerment suit!

Using the ropes, Garcia slowly pulls himself up just as Miller comes up to grab him from behind… only to reel back as Rob snaps his head back into Miller’s face. Blood spills from the fighter’s nose as he tries to shake the cobwebs loose, allowing Garcia to turn and bull-rush him with a shoulder block. Miller rolls to his knees and tries to stand, but Rob drives him back down with a flowing DDT. As Miller rolls to his back, glazed eyes staring up at the ceiling, Garcia runs to the ropes and springboards off with a high angle moonsault… crashing down onto Miller’s upraised knees. Bouncing off with a cry of pain, Garcia clutches his gut and struggles to a stand, stumbling backward into Miller who quickly rolls him up with a school boy.

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No!

Garcia wrenches himself free and rolls out onto the apron, buying himself a chance to breathe as Jeff comes up to console and encourage him. Miller gets to a knee, then back to his feet, reaching up to wipe some of the blood away on the back of his glove. Spotting Rob, he stalks over to the ropes and reaches over, pulling Rob to his feet on the apron. Immediately, Noon gets Miller’s attention by trying to call a time out with the referee, who just stares at him in bewilderment. Seizing the opening, Garcia knees Miller below the belt through the ropes, then slingshots back into the ring with a sunset flip!

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No!

Miller barely manages to kick loose and roll away, pushing up onto all fours. Cupping his groin, he slowly tries to stand, but Rob catches him with a running punt to the jaw, flipping Miller over onto his back.

Bennett: Now that’s more like it! Garcia back in complete control! Fighting through the pain and fear of having his career nearly ended at the hands of Miller! Talk about a figure of inspiration. Who wouldn’t want that beautiful bastard as their champion?!

Aiello: Everyone but you.

Bennett: So no one important. I rest my case.

Carter: The fact that he has the numbers game on his side certainly hasn’t been hurting Garcia, either, Steve. Jeff’s made just as big an impact so far as Rob has… maybe a little more.

Bennett: That’s the sign of a world class manager, kid. He’s always looking out for his client.

Leaving Miller prone, Garcia moves to the corner and climbs out onto the apron, scaling to the top and motioning to the crowd before laughing down at Miller, mouthing the words ‘Bitch, Please!’ Getting his balance, he launches off with a guillotine leg drop… only land flat on his ass as Miller just rolls away. The crowd ringside laughs, earning Jeff’s immediate wrath, as Garcia grimaces in obvious pain and slumps onto his side. Miller crawls to the ropes, using them to slowly pull himself back up to his feet, as the referee moves in to check on his nose. Seeing the distraction, Jeff quickly circles around to Garcia’s side of the ring and calls out to him, sliding the Undefeated Championship under the bottom rope.

Carter: What about that, Steve? Is that ‘world class,’ too?!

Bennett: You’re damn right it is. That’s how you help your boy win matches!

Aiello: Noon doing what he does best, keeping the odds in Rob’s favor. One shot from that belt, and you can forget Harambe, it’ll be lights out for David Miller.

Rob pulls the title belt in and hides it under his body, while Jeff circles around to where the official is still checking on Miller. Satisfied, the referee waves the all clear and Miller starts to push out of the corner, but gets tripped up when Jeff grabs his leg, struggling to hold him in place. Turning, Miller glares down and reaches over the ropes, catching a handful of hair and starting to drag Noon up onto the apron, but the referee breaks it up, admonishing Noon and ordering him away from ringside. Across from them, Garcia gets to his feet, belt cocked and at the ready as he waits for Miller to turn around…

Bennett: Say it with me, gentlemen… and STILL your Undefeated Champion…

Jeff finally drops back down to the apron, but continues arguing with the official, just as Miller gives up and turns around to look for Garcia … only to find him already at a dead run, the title coming up for the final blow. In an instant, Miller plants his foot and snaps around, bringing the other up in a lightning quick Mercy Kill, the impact of the kick echoing like a gunshot. Going stiff mid-step, Garcia simply collapses backward like a felled tree, the belt sliding under the ropes and dropping to the floor. Hearing the impact, the referee turns just as Miller makes the cover.

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3!

DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner … DAVID … MILLER!

Bennett: What?!

Aiello: And just like that, Miller breaks the undefeated streak. That back spin roundhouse just turned out every single light in Garcia’s head. He’s absolutely rigid right now.

Carter: That has to be one of the stiffest shots I’ve ever seen someone take in that ring. I mean, damn.

Slowly pushing himself to a knee, Miller takes a second to regain both his breath and his composure, before allowing the referee to help him up and raise his arm. A few cheers sprinkle in through the crowd.

Aiello: Looks like Miller’s earned some of the people back after that performance, and I can’t say I blame them. That was a hell of a fight from the word go… wait … look out!

Before the cheers can shift to cries of warning, Darian Gray and Keith Williams slide into the ring behind Miller, with Williams catching him from behind with a sadistic lariat to the back of the neck. Miller hits the mat like a puppet with its strings cut, clutching his neck in both hands and screaming in pain.

Bennett: Now THAT’S how you put someone down! Williams showing Miller how it’s done here in EWC.

Carter: Jesus, what a shot. Miller’s neck is already known to be a liability, but that might have just taken him out of action completely!

The official tries to step in and regain some control, but Gray steps in front of him, looming until the referee has no choice but to escape the ring. Keith, meanwhile, has started stomping at the helpless Miller, dropping a few knees into his neck for good measure. Gray helps Noon bring Garcia around, slowly helping their fellow ReVenant to his feet. Still obviously dazed, Garcia wobbles on his feet, but starts to clear his head as Jeff shakes him out of it. Gray moves to join Williams, the two of them now taking turns putting boots, knees, and even a few punts to Miller’s body. Rob calls out to them, and holds up his title belt.

Aiello: Oh, come on! Now this is just petty as you can get!

Bennett: It’s called a statement, Joe! Need to make sure Miller knows his place around here.

Taking an arm each, Williams and Gray drag Miller to his feet, his face already smeared with blood from the beatings taken during the match and after. Winding up, Rob takes aim and charges, driving the belt into Miller’s face and sending him spiraling down to the mat in a battered heap. Gray just winces and Williams pantomimes a home run as Noon stands back and golf claps. Shouldering the title, Garcia bows to his cohorts… then pauses when the jeers and boos swiftly turn to a frenzied cheer. Cameras cut to the ramp to see Dominic Sanders and Nostalgia running full speed towards the ring. Seeing them coming, Garcia tries to drop down to the mat, but Sanders slides into the ring and catches him with a clothesline, sending him tumbling backwards over the ropes and down to the floor. Nostalgia nails Gray with a boot to the fact, but is too slow to catch Williams, who quickly drops and rolls out of the ring, where Noon is helping Rob to his feet. Keith sees to Darian, as all three ReVenants glare up at the figures of Sanders and Nostalgia. Nostalgia says something to Dominic, who nods and moves to check on Miller, while the Television Champion stands sentinel at the ropes, still staring down Garcia and his pack of wolves.

Aiello: And salvation arrives! Garcia’s been making his share of enemies as of late, and it looks like two of them have had enough of his shenanigans! Nostalgia and Sanders out here to make the save for Miller, who looks to be in bad shape after that mauling. I’d hate to be any of the ReVenants when he wakes up.

Carter: I have a hell of a hunch the Television Championship is going to be the furthest thing from Miller’s mind next week. Wouldn’t be surprised if we saw all six of these men in some capacity or another.

Still standing at the ropes, Nostalgia slowly raises his hand and points directly at Garcia, who hesitantly looks at Jeff, and then to Gray and Williams. Keith says something and waves Nostalgia off, prompting Garcia to laugh and mimic a championship belt around his waist, mouthing that it ‘would be his.’ The crowd continues to jeer as the four of them turn and walk slowly back up the ramp. Nostalgia continues to stare them down as Dominic kneels beside Miller, trying to bring him to as the show cuts to commercial.

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TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH

RUTHANN HUNTER

VS NOSTALGIA

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Aiello: Quite a night we've had so far but it's about to get a whole lot better.

Carter: That's right, we have our first title match of the night. Ruthann Hunter taking on Nostalgia for the Television Championship!

Bennett: I still don't like that son of a bitch but I'll gladly take him over Ruthann!

Jessica Stroup stands in the center of the ring.

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

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.

Stroup: Residing in San Francisco, California, weighing in at 200 pounds... RUTHAAAAANNNNN HUNNNNNTEEEEER!

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: She looks like she's been waiting for this!

Bennett: Waiting to get beat? Haha!

Stroup: And now...

The beat to “Redbone” by Childish Gambino begins playing throughout the arena as a the lights go out and a red spotlight circles the arena. The red spotlight gets to the ramp entrance to find Nostalgia through the curtain.

“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!”

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

“STAY WOKE!"

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.

“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.

“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. The referee checks with both competitors as he stands in the center of the ring, holding the Television Championship. He Holds it above his head for all the fans to see.

Aiello: Another week, another Television Championship match! Nostalgia defends against the Queen of Hardcore!
Carter: That title means the world to those two and they are going to do whatever they can to capture it.

The referee hands the championship off and signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

As the match begins, Ruthann and Nostalgia pace around the center of the ring, observing each other. It doesn't take long before they come to blows and the fans burst into cheers. The flurry continues for a moment. Lefts and rights fly back and forth before Nostalgia takes control and lifts Ruthann over his head, holding her there for a second before dropping her with a delayed suplex. He pounds his chest.

Bennett: That was a hell of a start to this match.

Aiello: Nostalgia using his size and brute strength to take control early.

The Television Champion goes for a stomp but Ruthann rolls out from under it. He swings at her wildly and once again misses. Ruthann ducks underneath and runs across to the ropes, bouncing off of them. She explodes off and flies into the air with a spinning heel kick, connecting with the face of Nostalgia. He stumbles backwards and falls to one knee but she's not letting up. She comes over and kicks him a few times, Nostalgia keeping his hands up to fight them off. He powers through and gets underneath her legs and slams her down with a powerful spinebuster. He hooks the leg.

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KICKOUT BY RUTHANN


Aiello: What a sickening spinebuster! Ruthann started getting Nostalgia to the mat there but he managed to fight her off.

Carter: If she wants a chance in this one, she's gotta keep it up.

Both competitors are back on their feet now. Ruthann starts targeting Nostalgia's leg, delivering big kicks to the giant. Once again Nostalgia is forced down to his knees. Ruthann decides to distance herself this time. She bounces off the ropes once more, getting behind Nostalgia and driving his face down to the mat with a bulldog. Immediately, she climbs the turnbuckle and flies down, delivering a double stomp to the Television champ's gut. Out of breath, she goes for the cover.

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NOSTALGIA KICKS OUT!


Carter: A good try by Ruthann there to keep Nostalgia down but he continues to show he's not willing to go out easy.

Bennett: She's gonna need a hell of a lot more if she wants to take that big son of a bitch down.

Nostalgia is the first to get up. He's got a look in his eye as he stands behind the smaller Ruthann Hunter. As she begins to get to her feet, he wraps his arms around her and tosses her with a german suplex. He walks over to her and puts her in a headlock, slowly trying to drain her energy. He drops some elbows before locking in the hold once more. She fights her way out of it and delivers a back kick that stuns Nostalgia. The Dark Angel heads behind Nostalgia and sweeps his leg. She follws him to the mat and locks in a sharpshooter.

Aiello: Ruthann's really focusing on that leg here!

Bennett: If ya can't walk, ya can't fight!

Nostalgia begins to crawl desperately towards the bottom rope. As he gets closer and closer, Ruthann tries her hardest to pull the near 290 pound man back to the center of the ring. His size proves to be the factor though, as his long arm reaches the bottom rope and the referee starts the count to break the hold.

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THREE

Ruthann breaks the hold and turns to the fans. Meanwhile, Nostalgia crawls to a corner and pulls himself up. Ruthann turns to face The Prophet of Pain and notices the slurred state he seems to be in. She charges at him, going for a turnbuckle clothesline but Nostalgia catches her! He slams her into the corner and throws hard hooks to her midsection. Nostalgia hobbles back a couple steps and lets out a yell. He runs as best as he can and throws himself into Ruthann in the corner with a devastating spear.

Aiello: Projection! He put everything he could into that one and now they are both down!

Carter: It's clear his legs are worse for wear, he might not have gotten as much momentum as he usually likes with that move.

It takes him a few seconds but Nostalgia drags himself to pin Ruthann.

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NO! KICKOUT BY RUTHANN!

Carter: The resiliency of these two!

Nostalgia looks over to the ref to confirm the count and seems crushed. He's still on crouched but Ruthann's gotten up and comes in with a stiff knee to the face of the Television champ. She starts to lock in another sharpshooter but turns around and picks Nostalgia up by his hair and uses her foot to drive the face of Nostalgia into the canvas.

Aiello: Oh! She's made him Eat the Mat! Is Nostalgia even awake?!

Bennett: That kind of a stomp can knock your lights out!

She locks back into the sharpshooter and the referee is already there, asking Nostalgia if he's going to submit. He shakes his head no and lets out a primal yell. He flips the hold and forces Ruthann on her back.

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RUTHANN LETS GO AND GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Both Ruthann and Nostalgia stumble to their feet. Nostalgia teeters and totters as he gets close to Ruthann before regaining composer and catching her with a European Uppercut. He rests against the ropes and looks down at her. He chuckles to himself and walks over to the incapacitated Ruthan. He helps her back to her feet and then lifts her onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry.

Aiello: I think he's looking to end it here!

It's a staggered spin and... He can't stay up! He nearly topples over and Ruthann slips off his shoulders.
He's right on top of her though and throws a hard right hook to her face. Nostalgia runs to the turnbuckle and begins to climb but his legs are wobbling as he stands on the top rope.

Aiello: His lower half has taken a beating, what's he doing up there?!

He gets ready to jump but Ruthann picks his leg and forces him to take a seat on the top rope. She climbs up beside him.

Carter: Ruthann likes to be up there.

She gets his head between her arms and jumps, bringing her with him in an RKO! They crash into the mat!

Aiello: Ruth Awaken!

Ruthann hooks both legs for the pin.

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THREE!

DING DING DING

Aiello: Oh my! I don't believe it!! We have a new Champion!!!! Nostalgia who had clawed his way to this title and looked poised for a long reign as Champion just couldn't take any more from Ruthann who found a way to win tonight and become our new EWC Television Champion!

Carter: Ruthann Hunter never let her foot off the gas and that got her the victory tonight! Nostalgia was great tonight, he looked every bit the champion, but Ruthann was determined and I think hungrier for this chance tonight

Bennett: She used her veteran instinct. Unfortunately, Nostalgia's size wasn't enough for him tonight. Two underdog stories, Ruthann gets back into the title scene. What a story for her. Unbelievable. What a special moment. And I don't give credit often but Nostalgia looked great tonight and this match could have gone either way

"Centuries" fills the stadium and Ruthann takes her new championship from the referee.

Stroup: And here is your winner and NEW EWC Television Champion... RUTHAAAAANNNN HUUUUNTEEEEEEEER!

Aiello: For tonight, Ruthann gets to enjoy her victory .. but next week she has one hell of a defense on her plate as she will be facing not one, not two, but three opponents in Sanders, Kross and Miller! You don't want to miss that one folks! But fear not .. we aren't done yet so don't go anywhere. More Brawl is coming up next as the International Championship is on the line!

She runs to each side of the ring, hoisting it up each time for the fans to see as she celebrates with them as we head to commercial break

INTERNATIONAL
CHAMPIONSHIP
CAGE MATCH
NEO JAMES CARNER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER

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Carter: The time has finally arrived! It's the match you've all been waiting for, ladies and gentlemen, the ultimate rematch the entire EWC Universe has been talking about since Mac made it official two weeks ago! We've already had one Championship change hands tonight .. will we see another?

Aiello: What we have is two of BRAWL’S best! Neo James Carner... Captain Morgan Darkwater... for his International title... inside a barbed-wire cage!

The steel cage is being lowered over the ring to raucous cheers from the audience. The titantron above the stage shows a close-up of the bars, intertwined with savage looking barbed wire.

Carter: Would you take a look at that monster... there's no way anyone can possibly climb that - if either man comes out of this match in one piece, it'll be a damn miracle!

Bennett: Ahh, don't be such a wet-blanket! They knew what they signed-up for when they put their names on that contract - we're looking at Match of the Year potential right here, and we're still weeks away from Stranglemania!

Carter: That's right, folks, only Monday Night BRAWL brings you PPV-quality Main Events for free, forget those normal-cage scrubs over at Rampage!

Suddenly the crowd behind the announce table pops and as the camera shifts to the announce team, and it’s Ace King and Luke Wolfe hopping the guard rail!!! Ace is wearing an old school Mighty Ducks jersey from their Disney days, with Luke wearing his typical “P1” t-shirt and leather jacket. They stair down the announce team, while they scramble to figure out what is going on. Bennett stands up and takes a drink of beer, and slaps Luke on the shoulder as he walks past away from Ringside.

Carter: Steve… STEVE!

Ace and Luke motion for Max and Joe to get up and leave. They throw their headsets down, and high tail it out of there, as the main event from last Friday’s Rampage sits down and assumes the announce position. They get the head sets on, look at each other give each other a thumbs up.

Wolfe: It looks like the cage is securely in place, and we are ready to begin!

Ace: Ladies and Gentlemen Brawl brings you the SECOND Pay-Per-View level main event in one week! But look at thing wrapped in barbed wire.

Wolfe: I’d climb it.

Ace: Of course you would.

Ace: Ladies and Gentlemen, your AMAZING Brawl main event, brought to you by Rampage!

Wolfe: Enough about us, let’s get this match started. I’m really interested to see what we have here. Cuz it looks like someone is gonna die on live TV.

Sure enough, the staff ringside have finished fastening the cage and are making their way backstage as Jessica Stroup makes her way up the steel steps, takes one look at the cage door and thinks better of it, remaining where she is.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is your Main Event for the evening, and is a Barbed-Wire Cage Match, scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWC International Championship! First, the challenger...

"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 chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter.

Neo makes it to the ringside, and all suave confidence seems to wash away from him, replaced by cold determination as he eyes the barbed-wire cage, circling it and coming to a stop at the section of ringside where the members of the Revolution are sat in attendance. Drake and Neveah face off with him, heated words exchanged that are drowned out by the excited roars of the crowd. Kyle Gautier is also there, though he seems more focused on demolishing the paper bag of popcorn that's ridiculously oversized sat in his lap like a small child.

Wolfe: Neo James Carner making it known just how he feels about the bullshit ruling that allows Morgan's stablemates to sit and watch whilst his ReVenants are banned from the arena.

Ace: Oh, look at me… do you see my tears for him?

Wolfe: You’re not crying…

Ace: Yeah Luke… Seriously?

Wolfe: It May be that's because the Revolution have thus far proven to be respectful paragons of fair-play, unlike the ReVs...

Ace: Paragons? I have no idea what you're talking about.

Wolfe: I’m trying to talk like the Brawl guys…

Ace: Never mind all that, do you see the size of Kyle's popcorn? You could feed a third-world country with that bad boy!

Neo makes his way to the foot of the steel steps and is about to enter the open door to the cage when he seems to think better of it and back down.

Ace: Is Carner thinking about forfeiting the match, after all the big-game he's talked?

Carner spots Ace at the announce table and Ace gives him a wave! Luke punches Ace in the arm as if to tell him to knock it off.

Ace: Ow! Hey…

Wolfe: Knock it off, we didn’t come here to play with them…  Neo is always the man with the plan, I’m sure he has something up his sleeve.

Neo sidesteps to the ring apron and flips it up. After a brief moment spent looking under the ring, he starts to pull out steel chairs, and other various weapons into the ring.

Wolfe: Just what else is under that ring? The kitchen sink?!

Ace: Don't give Carner any ideas!

Neo starts throwing the weapons and items into the ring through the open door, the referees standing by helplessly as he goes about his business with a maniacal laugh. Once the ring mat is strewn with enough instruments of pain for his liking he retrieves one last kendo stick and shoulders it as he struts confidently back up the steps and into the ring to the boos and jeers from the capacity crowd.

The camera cuts to the Revolution, and Neveah is deep in conversation with Drake, concern written on her face at the scene unfolding before them. Drake looks on with calm confidence, apparently seeing nothing that the Captain can't handle. Kyle seems to found some candy floss at this point and is dipping it into the sack of popcorn, eating both at once.

Back to Neo, who is now sauntering around his sea of pain, kendo stick in hand as he stares up the ramp, beckoning his opponent with a cocky confident arrogance.

Ace: And… Now Carner's ready for a fight! *Sarcasm*

Wolfe: Good, because look who's just turned up for one!

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.

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 crowd goes absolutely wild as a spotlight rises on Morgan. He 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.

Like his opponent before him, he stops short of the ring, eyeing the barbaric steel structure with grim anticipation for the brutality that was about to ensue. Then his gaze falls to the ring mat, and all the weapons Carner has added to the mix. A wild, dangerous smile stretches over the Captain's face as he grips the bars of the cage, barbs cutting into his hands but he appears not to notice or care. "YE THINK THOSE TOYS WILL SAVE YE?!" he shouts over the roar of the crowd... then draws his cutlass.


Ace: Looks like Black Betsy is about to join in on the fun!

Wolfe: Well there’s somethin you don’t see every day… I wanted to bring a machine gun to our match and they told me I couldn’t.

Ace: Yeah, little bit of a difference between a sword and a machine gun.

Even with the barbed cage between them, Carner takes a step back, eyes wide as he gestures frantically for the ringside officials to take the sword from Morgan, who is brandishing it with maniacal laugh, dashing it against the bars and bringing up sparks. He shakes off the referees as they try and take the sword from him, instead marching over to the Revolution. He hands it to Drake with a short, theatrical bow.

Wolfe: AHH… BOOOOOO…

Ace: Yeah, maybe another day.

He rounds back on Neo as he climbs into the cage, openly daring Neo to attack him before the bell. The referee enters the ring behind him, takes the International championship belt from Morgan and hands it to the ringside officials.

Then the cage door is padlocked shut, and the match is ready to begin...

DING! DING! DING! 

Wolfe: And that sound means it’s about to get violent!

Ace: QUACK… QUACK…

Wolfe: What the fuck are you doing?

Ace turns around and encourages the Anaheim crowd to chant along!

Ace: QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!!!

…But he is unable to get the chant going. But the crowd is roaring for their main event!!!

YYYEEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Darkwater and Carner look at each other from across the ring, neither taking their eyes off each other.

Ace sits down at the table with a smile on his face, Luke is clearly irritated.

Ace: I always wanted to do that…

Wolfe: Why’d you do that? I told you before we came out here not to do it!

Carner swings with a miss as Darkwater ducks it, and LEVEL’S Carner with a clothsline sending Carner with a flip through the air as he lands on a pile of weapons!

Ace: And the big man starts things out with a HARD clothsline, and that shit HURTS!

Wolfe: Neither of us have been in the ring with Darkwater.

Ace: Come on Luke… it clearly hurts.

Darkwater picks up Carner who lunges to life with a vicious low blow!!! The captain drops to one knee, but only for a moment. Carner looks astonished as the Darkwater makes it back to his feet Carner has grabbed a steel chair and running down Darkwater he CRACKS the chair across the skull of Darkwater leveling him, as he goes to the ground. Carner grabs the Captain by the hair dragging him across the mat. The camera catches him saying “Come on Big boy!” Neo is tangling Darkwater’s hair into the barbed wire cage!!! Darkwater coming to tries to pull away from the cage but Carner is already coming back over with that steel chair! Darkwater pulls but his hair is so tangled he can’t pull away… Neo is about to swing the chair when Darkwater turns his head glaring at Carner, Morgan grabs the cage with both hands as blood trickles down he starts to RIP his head away from the cage!!! His hair is pulled out by the roots and Neo is so stunned he just stands and watches for a moment…

Wolfe: Ohhh… now that right there is heart!

Ace: For the love of God! Look at the hair still stuck in the cage!

Darkwater pulls away and stumbles getting his wits about him, when Neo swings the chair again cracking the captain in the skull! Darkwater falls to his knees blood starting to freely run down his face. Neo starts to get furious, taking a few steps back and waving for Morgan to get up, the Captain gets to his feet and Carner swings and Darkwater punches the chair RIGHT BACK INTO THE FACE of his opponent! Darkwater looks at his hands that are full of lacerations, he shakes it off, and leans down and grabs Carner by the throat and lifts him in the air!

Ace: Ohhh the power of the big man…

Wolfe: Hangman’s noose!

Darkwater walks Neo who is dangling over to the side of the cage about to slam him into it.

Ace: Ohhh… This is gonna hurt…

Wolfe: Oh, I’m oh so worried about the well being of Neo James Carner… Let’s get in there and save him.

Luke says in a monotone voice.

Darkwater SLAMS Carner into the cage wall with his one hand and Neo’s eyes open wide in pain!!! In one fluid motion the Captain grabs Carner with both hands and swipes Carner across the cage and dropping him to the mat! The camera gets a close up of the slash and gash on Carner’s back!

Wolfe: I think I saw this in a grindhouse movie.

Ace: This looks like it could turn into a live snuff film.

Carner gets to his knees reaching at his back in pain. Darkwater picks up Carner and lifts him above his head and takes him and throws him face first into the cage wall! With his face now busted open as well, Neo impressively holds onto the cage!!! He can barely see as blood runs down into his eyes.

Wolfe: Dude… He’s climbing the cage.

Ace: You have got to be kidding!

Wolfe: Pretty sure he want’s to get out of that cage with Darkwater, I mean how much more damage can he do to his body.

The crowd pops with shock as Neo tries to climb the cage. Darkwater looks up at Neo with contempt! He grabs Neo looking for a powerbomb, but shockingly Neo manages to turn it into a hurricanranna and rolls up Darkwater for the pin, hooking one leg!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Wolfe: A kickout from the big man!

Ace: I’ve gotta believe there is no way Carner thought that was gonna keep him down.

Wolfe: I’m shocked he actually pulled it off…

Carner stands up stumbling around as blood covers his body, trying to catch his breath…

Ace: And at some point we walked into The Passion of the Christ!

Wolfe: I really liked that movie…

Ace: Yeah, it wasn’t bad.

Neo falls to his knees, as the Captain walks over and grabs him by the hair, before Captain can land a blow Neo had grabbed Brass Knuckles while he was on his knees and he lands an uppercut blow to the champion!!! Neo crawls over and drops himself on Darkwater.

ONE!!!
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TWO!!
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THR— KICKOUT!!!

“YYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Wolfe: OH!!! I did NOT see that coming! I was sure this was over.

Ace: Darkwater really seems like a Rampage guy to me… you don’t usually see that king of heart from Brawl guys.

The crowd pops cuz the ReVnants have come out through the crowd and jumped the Revolution!!! Captain’s sword falls at Ringside and while the two groups battle Keith Williams grabs the heavy sword and slides it in through the cage to a Neo James Carner on his hands and knees. He looks down at the sword and back over to Keith to tells him to use it! Darkwater is getting back to his feet behind Carner. As Neo stands up he grabs the sword and turns around to see Darkwater.

Ace: Looks like we have a third competetor entering this match… Black Betsy!!!

Wolfe: I told you someone was gonna die…

Ace: Hey though… Weren’t the Revenants banned from the buiding tonight?

Wolfe: And you expected them to actually leave?

Ace: Just like you with Legion and Anarchy’16 before that right?

Wolfe: You leave my boys out of this.

Ace: Uh-Huh…

Shockingly Darkwater tells Neo to swing the sword!!!

Ace: You have got to be… kidding me!

Wolfe: Hold up, I wanna see how this plays out…

Neo glares at the big man and swings it at him, only for Darkwater to put his arm up to block it! The sword cuts deep into his arm, and sticks into his flesh, cutting all the way to the bone!

“OOOOHHHHHHH!!!”

Ace: Jesus Fucking Christ!

Wolfe: *laughs* All right!!! That is fucking Awesome!

Darkwater wrestles the sword away from the shocked Carter, and he YANKS the sword from his arm as blood starts flowing freely down his forearm. He points at Neo’s throat and Neo drops to his knees and seemingly begs for his life!

The crowd is stunned by what they are seeing!

Ace: SOMEONE GET IN THERE AND STOP THIS THING!!!

Wolfe: No… No… there must be a winner!

Ace: Luke, I didn’t come here to witness a murder!

Wolfe: Alllllright…

Ace: Will someone get out here and get that sword out of the cage???

Refs start to flood into the cage, and get in between Carner and Darkwater! Stopping the carnage, the officials ordering Darkwater to give them the weapon.

Wolfe: This isn’t a cage match… What we had on Friday was a cage match… This is a maiming. And I’ve seen someone maimed, and this… is… it.

The refs manage to get the sword away from Darkwater and rush it out of the ring, Neo follows the officials making sure they get it out of the ring. Before shutting the door behind them. Darkwater is waiting in the wings as he grabs a large bottle of whiskey off the mat. He laughs, opens it and takes a long drink before Neo turns around and he BASHES the bottle on Carner's skull!!! Neo falls to the mat like he has just been shot!

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

“HOLY SHIT!!!”

Darkwater, falls down and covers him hooking the leg!

“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!”

Ace: I can not believe what I just saw!

Wolfe: What we just saw … Was a bloodbath. The best cage match in three days since Luke Wolfe vs Ace King!

Ace: Let’s call it a tie.

Wolfe: I don’t wanna…

Officials and medical personnel hit the cage and are far more concerned with the well being of the two men then getting the belt to the champion.

Wolfe: Nearly forgotten in all this is a successful title defense by International Champion. And a nasty ending to NJC.

Ace: Someone is gonna die.

During all this the blood thirsty crowd is showing their appreciation!

EWC!!!

EWC!!!

EWC!!!

Ace: Quiet you blood thirsty animals!

Wolfe: Maybe you can get your Quack chant going now Ace…

Ace: Classy, Luke… Real classy.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner and STILL International Champion… CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!!!

The camera focuses of the blood bath in the ring.

Wolfe: Brawl fans… THEY are out of time! I’m Luke Wolfe… for Ace King… WE are Rampage! This was BRAWL! Goodnight!

Ace: Jesus fucking Christ…

*Fade out*

END SCREEN

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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SINGLES MATCH

MICHAEL CARTER (N/S)

VS KEITH WILLIAMS

WINNER: Keith Williams

SINGLES MATCH

DARIAN GRAY

VS JUSTIN MATTHEWS (N/S)

WINNER: Darian Gray

SINGLES MATCH

WINNER FACES TELEVISION CHAMPION @ MNB #504

KENDRICK KROSS

VS EMMA LOUISE

WINNER: Kendrick Kross

SINGLES MATCH

WINNER FACES TELEVISION CHAMPION @ MNB #504

DOMINIC SANDERS

VS AMIS SHELTON

WINNER: Dominic Sanders

SINGLES MATCH

WINNER FACES TELEVISION CHAMPION @ MNB #504

ROB GARCIA

VS DAVID MILLER

WINNER: David Miller

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP

SINGLES MATCH

RUTHANN HUNTER

VS NOSTALGIA

WINNER: Ruthann Hunter (and NEW EWC Television Champion)

INTERNATIONAL

CHAMPIONSHIP

CAGE MATCH

NEO JAMES CARNER

VS MORGAN DARKWATER

WINNER: Morgan Darkwater (and STILL EWC International Champion)

BRAWL #503 MVP: Morgan Darkwater & Ruthann Hunter

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