MNB #505 - SUNRISE

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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 #505 | MARCH 12TH 2018

LIVE! from the BB&T Center in Sunrise, Florida

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 #504 in Calgary

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 Hartley and Emma Louise

We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl:

Ruthann Hunter and Dominic Sanders with the Television Championship
Morgan Darkwater with the International Championship
Drake with the Undisputed Championship

The opening pyros hit and here we go.




The energy at the BB&T 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

"Kendrick Kross stole my Tattoo ideas."

"ReV It Up 4 Eva"

"We Will Miss You Drake"

"Dominic Sanders is America's TV Champion"

"Destroyer"

"WINDS OF FORTUNE GOT ME THESE TIX!"

"Ruthann Hunter is the REAL TV Champion"

"EWC4LIFE"

and "BRAWL > RAMPAGE"

Aiello: Welcome ladies and gentleman to another sold out Monday Night Brawl! Thank you for tuning in. As always I am Joe Aiello and we are live from Sunrise Florida!!! 

Carter: After last week's blockbuster announcement, the whole world is waiting with baited breath to see just how far tonight's action packed episode is going to contain! Announcement, Victor Price has been reinstated with a job. What it is, only time will tell.

Bennett: Sit yer' ass down because we got the Television Championship on the line in the main event, after last week's fiasco, we finally put it to the test. The Joint champions go on tonight to prove that between Sanders and Hunter, there can be only one.

Carter:  That's not all, we've got David Miller and Justin Matthews opening things here tonight, Griffin Hawkins takes on Rob Garcia, and Morgan Darkwater takes on Darian Gray.

Bennett: Speaking of my two favorite ReVs, I was handed this message moments before we went on the air. Rob Garcia and Darian Gray were seen harassing and looking to instigate a fight with the Moors Murders who were trying to get into the building. Local authorities were called and while no arrests were made, hot off the desk of President Mac...are you ready? The Tag Team Championships will be on the line when The ReVenants go head to head with The Moors Murders. Can you believe that!? 

Carter: StrangleMania is already proving to be a huge hit not only in card set up but all over Social Media. Keith Williams and Amis Shelton have both been blowing it up lately, and you got to wonder if either of these men will be considered for a future title shot if they can prove themselves here tonight.

Bennett: NJC will be facing two of the most dominant and extravagant superstars to ever lace up a pair of boots with Nostalgia and AJ Johnson. That could main event any building anywhere, you ask me. 

Aiello: Kendrick Kross goes toe to toe with a returning Anthony Grunge. You've got to wonder if time away from the ring has made Grunge better or worse. Only time will tell later on.

Bennett: Let's not wait any longer you scaley sum' bitches! Let's get it on! 

The lights dim down and the ramp-way lights up on either side .. the fans all begin to stand to see who might be coming out

Aiello: It looks like .. oh .. its Mac!

President Mac makes his way down to the ring as 'Coming Undone' by Korn blasts over the PA system. Mac slaps fives and takes time to sign autographs as he makes his way to the ring

Aiello: Last week Mac came out and announced the Main Event for StrangleMania which basically broke the internet! I wonder what he's out here to say now

Mac is in the middle of the ring now and brings the mic up to his mouth



Mac: Good Evening Sunrise Florida and welcome to Monday Night Brawl

The crowd cheers

Mac: Last week I came out and dropped a pretty sizable bomb of an announcement .. I wanted to make the trip to Rampage but unfortunately I couldn't get things finalized on time, so here I am on BRAWL ready to top last weeks announcement 

The crowd begins to stir in excitement 

Aiello: TOP last week?

Bennett: How in the hell is that even possible? That Main Event has match of year written all the fuck over it

Mac: I know that your thinking .. how can I top last weeks announcement? That Main Event has match of the year written all over it

Aiello: That's exactly what we were thinking .. amazing

Bennett: It's like he's in our heads right now .. or pulling some Matrix type shit where all this is fake and exists in some online electronic wrestling game and ...

Carter: Electronic wrestling? Come on Bennett .. maybe the weed smoking needs to come at a halt during office hours

Mac: So here we go .. 

The crowd is eager with anticipation eating up all of Macs words right now

Mac: We know the Main Event. Undisputed Championship on the line .. Every singles Champion in the match. The match type has been widely speculated world-wide .. but that wont be revealed until tomorrow. Tonight I am here to announce to you all .. a very different match. A match that will have every single person in the EWC talking. A match that will get the locker-rooms of all 4 brands salivating .. a match that will indeed .. as the kids say .. break the internet

Bennett: FUCKING ANNOUNCE IT ALREADY MAC!!!!!!

Mac looks over at Bennett who smiles back at Mac

Mac: BATTLE ROYAL
. Anyone from any brand can be in it
. BRAWL, Rampage, FSW and Prime. Anything goes. You can use anything you want. No rules
. You must throw an opponent over the top to eliminate them. 

Mac pauses for a moment .. smirks .. then brings the mic back up to his lips

Mac: Here's the kicker .. here's where your jaws hit the floor .. The Winner .. The Winner gets themselves at shot at the Main Event Winner .. EWC Championship on the line

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

Bennett: Took the words right out of my mouth

Aiello: This is .. what an opportunity 

Mac: The winner of the Battle Royal will face the Main Event winner .. EWC Undisputed Champion .. NEXT MONTH!

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT

Mac: The match will take place at any one of these 4 dates on the screen right now .. depending on who wins the Main Event. The home brand of the new EWC Undisputed Champion will defend the title on his or her show for the world to see

22ND - PRIME #029 - Live from Multiple Locations 

27TH - FN'R #431 - River Center, Baton Rouge, Louisiana 

29TH - FSW #059 - Berry Center - Cypress, Texas 

30TH - MNB #508 - U.S. Bank Stadium, Minneapolis, Minnesota 

Mac: StrangleMania's theme this year is essentially: OPPORTUNITY KNOCKS ... who on the roster will rise up and answer the call? And that my friends .. is how you start a show! Enjoy BRAWL everyone

The fans jump to their feet, chanting and cheering as Mac makes his way back up the ramp

Carter: Wow .. another absolutely massive announcement regarding StrangleMania! This is a match that will surely have the entire wrestling world buzzing! Don't go anywhere friends .. we'll be right back with our first match of the night after these words from EWCTV!

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We're backstage in the arena's parking lot as a sleek black SUV pulls up. The passenger door opens and out steps one of the joint-TV Champions, Ruthann Hunter! She turns back to the car and lifts out a suitcase and sets it on the tarmac before closing the door behind her. Her head is tilted to one side, pinning a cellphone to her shoulder as she extends the case's handle and begins pulling it along behind her.

Ruthann: Hey honey... yes, I just got into the arena... No, it's okay, you didn't need to be here for my title match, save any appearance for StrangleMania, I'll be fine.

She steps through a pair of pairs into the dimly-lit corridors of the arena, a thin smile on her face as he now holds the phone in her free hand.

Ruthann: Honestly, Jaden, I'll be fine... sure, Dominic tied with me last week, but that was just a unique result of the match. There won't be any margin for ties this time - the kid has talent, sure, but one on one, against me? I'll be walking out the sole TV --

Her confident words to her husband are abruptly cut short as a figure dressed all in black lunges from the shadows behind her, nailing Ruthann with a vicious forearm-smash to the back of her head, dropping the TV Champion and legend down to one knee with a sharp cry. Her assailant doesn't let up, turning back on their victim with stiff roundhouse kick to Ruth's face, the champ being thrown onto her back, the phone sent scattering. The assault doesn't let up as the mysterious attacker rains down a barrage of merciless stomps and kicks to the body of Ruthann, focusing on the ribs.

Off-Screen Voice: Hey!

The figure in black looks up, frozen in their assault, and takes off back down the corridor as referees and backstage crew come racing to Ruthann's aid, surrounding the prone and murmuring champion. The camera hovers on the scene as medics are called for, before drifting down to Ruthann's discarded phone, the lit display showing her call was still connected.

Jaden: Ruth? Ruth? What the hell is going on?! Ruth!

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SINGLES MATCH

JUSTIN MATTHEWS

VS DAVID MILLER

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Aiello: Hello everyone, and welcome to the last episode of Brawl leading up to StrangleMania. After tonight, you’ve all got two weeks to get the pay-per-view ordered, the snacks set out and get all your friends pack in, because you’re not going to want to miss a minute of it!

Carter: You’re not kidding, Joe; especially after that announcement from Dad last week about the main event. Every sitting champion from EVERY brand under the EWC banner coming together to decide the new Undisputed Champion. Talk about a once in a lifetime shot. ANYONE could walk out with the title!

Bennett: Except someone who deserves it. I get it. Champion of Champions and all that garbage, but we’re supposed to believe El Pablo gets a title shot over AJ Johnson or Keith Williams? Give me a break.

Aiello: Both those men have challenged for gold in the past and fell short, Steve, otherwise things would be different. Instead, they’ll just have to sit back with the rest of us and see how it plays out.

Carter: In the meantime, let’s get this show on the road! Right off the bat, we’ve got two big matches: David Miller against Justin Matthews, and Kendrick Kross taking on the returning Anthony Grunge!

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.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, currently in the ring, from Dallas, Texas. Standing five foot eight, and weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds … JUSTIN! … MATTHEWS!

Aiello: Matthews looking to get some momentum back on his side after a recent slump, though he’s got one hell of a roadblock in his way, thanks to David Miller. Miller’s been stuck in a rut of his own as late, but he’s still one hell of a threat in that ring.

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: And his opponent, now making his way to the ring, from Anaheim, California. Standing six feet tall, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds. The King of Fighters … DAVID! … 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 slowly fades out.

Bennett: Wasted potential, in the flesh. When this kid first showed up, I was expecting all kinds of mayhem. The way he twisted that Pine punk in knots, then cracked Rhodes’ empty skull wide open, damn near crapped my pants, made me so happy. Then he went limp noodle on me…worthless son of a bitch.

Carter: Miller started strong, but ran into some heavy opposition in the forms of Neo James Carner and Morgan Darkwater. Since then, he’s been struggling to regain traction. We’ll see if he can do it tonight.

DING DING DING

Before Justin can finish removing his robe, Miller bull rushes him, landing a front high kick to the chest and knocking him back into the corner. Matthews tries to recover, but Miller bombards him with stiff punches to the kidneys, alternating between the head and body, forcing Matthews to cover up as best he can, but Miller never lets up. Out of nowhere, Miller snaps off an elbow smash to the jaw, then under hooks an arm and hip tosses Matthews out of the corner. Justin sits up, and Miller immediately blasts him with a shoot-style kick to the spine. Matthews grimaces in pain as Miller pulls him up and drives a knee into his gut, then a second, following with a European uppercut that snaps Matthews’ head back. Before Matthews can recover, Miller whips around with a back spin kick to the gut, knocking him through the ropes and out onto the apron. Justin tries to pull himself up, but Miller reaches over to grab him. In a quick move, Matthews grabs Miller by the head and drops to the floor, crushing Miller’s throat against the rope with a hot shot. The recoil throws Miller to his back and he rolls away, coughing and clutching his throat.

Carter: And a vicious start from Miller, just bludgeoning Matthews in the corner, earlier. A little quick thinking from Justin’s bought him some time, but I don’t know for how long.

Matthews rolls back into the ring and quickly runs up to deliver a punt to the side of Miller’s head, knocking him over onto his back. Matthews drops down for a cover.

1!

Miller bodily throws Matthews aside, getting to his feet and turning to nail Matthews with a solid right hand, then a second, before whipping him to the ropes. As Justin rebounds, Miller drills him with a knee to the gut, causing him to flip over onto his back. Justin sits up, and Miller runs to the ropes, rebounding with a soccer-style kick to the sternum that flattens Matthews back out again. Clutching his chest, Justin rolls over and tries to stand, but Miller drags him up and applies a waist lock before throwing him over with a German suplex. Walking over, Miller pulls Matthews up and shoves him into the corner, measuring before unleashing a stiff kick to the liver, then one to the knee, then finally one to the head, causing Matthews to reel. Grabbing an arm, Miller pulls him out and goes for a short-range Bull Hammer, but Justin ducks and pulls Miller down into a neckbreaker. As Miller clutches his neck, Matthews slowly gets to his feet and drops a leg across Miller’s throat, quickly getting to his feet to follow up with an elbow drop.

Bennett: What’d I tell you? Kid’s like one of those cheap fire-poppers from Mexico. Big old blast of hot air and not much else.

Aiello: Matthews giving Miller a little trouble thanks to those quick counters. But Miller’s done his share of damage, and it shows on Matthews’ face when he shifts his lower abdomen.

Pulling Miller to his feet, Matthews wrings the arm and pulls him into a flowing DDT, driving him down into the canvas. As Miller lies prone, Matthews climbs out onto the apron and scales to the top, getting his balance before launching into a frog splash, crashing down onto Miller and hooking the leg.

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2!



Carter: Kick out by Miller.

Aiello: Full impact off that frog splash, but still a little early to pick up the three. Matthews out to make a statement tonight. Miller’s made a big impression in his short tenure here. A win over the King of Fighters wouldn’t do Matthews any harm in his quest to become the Undisputed Champion.

Bennett: … he’d deserve it more than that Lockheart chick.

Getting to his feet, Matthews grabs Miller’s foot and puts him in an ankle lock. Planting his feet, Matthews increases the pressure on the joint, doing all he can to keep Miller from crawling to the ropes, including stepping on Miller’s bad right knee. Gritting his teeth, Miller shakes his head as the officials asks for the submission. Giving a short cry of pain, he again tries to pull himself to the ropes, but Matthews jerks him back to the center of the ring. Instead, Miller tucks inward, grabbing Matthews’ ankle and sending him face first to the mat. Floating over into a back mount, Miller swings around to Matthews’ head, immediately unloading a barrage of knees to the skull. Dragging the dazed Matthews to his feet, Miller applies a Thai clinch and continues to drive knees into the man’s face and sternum, before throwing him over with a snap suplex. Floating over into a mount, he hammers down with vicious punches, prompting the official to step in and admonish him. Miller turns and shoves the referee aside, only to turn back into a finger poke from Matthews, who then sweeps and mounts Miller, returning the favor with a flurry of punches of his own. Getting to his feet, he pulls Miller up as well before whipping him to the ropes, hitting a missile dropkick to the chest as Miller rebounds.

Carter: Matthews with the quickness, looking to keep Miller either on the ground or on his heels.

Running to the ropes, Matthews springs off with a lionsault, crashing down onto Miller’s ribs. Miller pops up to a sitting position, and Matthews nails him in the face with a baseball slide dropkick. Building up a head of steam, Matthews reaches down and drags Miller to the corner, climbing out onto the apron and scaling to the top just as Miller pushes himself to a knee. Flying off, Matthews catches him with a diving DDT, spiking Miller’s head into the mat. Matthews rolls him onto his stomach, but doesn’t pin yet. Instead, he climbs out onto the apron again, this time jumping onto the top rope with a springboard leg drop. After landing, Matthews quickly moves into another cover.

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2!



--No!

Miller’s shoulder just manages to break free, stopping the count. Irritated, Matthews mouths off at the official, but pulls Miller to his feet and whips him into the corner. Miller hits the buckles spine first, slumping against them as Matthews runs in and steps up the ropes to land an enzuigiri to the side of Miller’s head. Miller slumps down to the lower buckles and Matthews backs up into the far corner, then charges in again, looking for a hesitating dropkick … but Miller rolls under the ropes and Matthews crashes into the corner before falling to the mat. Grabbing a foot from outside, Miller ties Matthews legs around the post, locking him in a figure-four! Matthews screams in pain as he struggles to break free. The referee immediately starts counting, but Miller just wrenches at the hold, refusing to break. Just before the five, though, Miller breaks the hold. Matthews crawls away, clutching a knee as Miller rises to his feet with a smirk of approval.

Bennett: Well that’s something new. Figured ‘His Majesty’ was too good for that.

Carter: Bit of a dirty tactic from Miller, using that post to strengthen the figure four. Good way to permanently ruin someone’s knee right there.

Rolling back into the ring, Miller walks over to Matthews and soccer kicks him in the ribs, then stomps on the back of his head, smashing his face into the mat. More than a few jeers start to build up in the crowd, but Miller ignores them, pulling Matthews to his feet and uppercutting him in the gut. Matthews doubles over and Miller under hooks both arms before hitting a butterfly suplex, keeping the arms locked to turn it into a modified submission. Matthews screams as the official knees down. He asks, but Matthews shakes his head, kicking at the mat, struggling to push or drag himself to the ropes. Miller doesn’t even try to stop him, just torques the hold even more, laughing at Matthews screams. Gritting his teeth, Matthews gets to the side and drapes his foot over the bottom rope … but Miller doesn’t break the hold. Again, the referee starts his five count, but Miller hangs on to the last possible second before letting go.

Aiello: Miller with a constant string of submissions, but it doesn’t seem like he’s looking for the tap out. More like he’s just trying to cause Matthews as much pain as possible.

Carter: Scary thought, given how many ways a guy with his training can do that.

Matthews tries to shake the pain out of his shoulders, but Miller pulls him up and hammerlocks him, looking for a belly to back suplex onto the injured arm … but Matthews counters into a bulldog! Bouncing up onto is knees, Miller tries for a back elbow, but Matthews kicks him into the gut, then hits a knee lift that stands Miller back up, right into a spinning heel kick from Matthews. Rolling to the floor, Miller tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head, but looks up just in time to see Matthews diving over the ropes with a crossbody plancha, driving Miller down to the floor mats. Matthews rolls to his feet and howls, still trying to roll the blood back into his arm as he reaches to pull Miller up. Miller suddenly elbows him into the gut, then grabs Matthews head and smashes him with a headbutt, before turning and whipping him into the guardrail. Standing at the ropes, the official begins his ten count, but Miller ignores him, grabbing Matthews and whipping him into the ring apron … but Matthews jumps onto it instead, mule kicking Miller in the face before turning and diving off with a flying hurricanrana! Miller goes limp on the mats as Matthews slowly gets to his feet and rolls back into the ring.

Bennett: Now that’s how I’m use to seeing this son of a bitch. Flat on his back.

Aiello: Miller seemingly down for good after that hurricanrana from Matthews. Those mats are only a couple inches thin, folks, so there’s no protection out there. You can believe Miller’s in a world of hurt.

Carter: And the official’s up to six, so this could be the break Matthews needed.

Matthews leans against the ropes, watching intently as Miller slowly rolls to his side, reaching up to use the guardrail as a crutch to get to his feet. The referee calls eight just as Miller pushes away from the rail and dives under the ropes … but Matthews sends him right back out with a sliding dropkick! Miller hits the mats hard and Matthews follows him out. Pulling Miller to his feet, Matthews unleashes a series of chops that turn Miller’s chest a deep crimson. He goes for another one, but Miller traps the arm, throwing it over his head and tossing Matthews over with an exploder … sending him spine first into the ring post! Matthews crashes down on his head, arching his back in pain as Miller kneels down beside him, smiling.

Aiello: And just like that, Miller takes the upper hand. Neither man hesitating to get their hands dirty in this opening bout, but right now the King of Fighters is in firm control.

Dragging Matthews to his feet, Miller rolls him back into the ring and follows behind, getting to his feet and pulling Matthews up as well. Setting him up for a suplex, he cradles Matthews’ leg and snaps him over with a swinging fisherman’s neckbreaker. Matthews tries to curl up, but Miller flattens him out and covers.

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3!—No!

Miller shoves himself up, expecting the win, but the referee points out Matthews’ leg on the bottom rope. In a quick move, Miller vaults over the ropes and stomps down on Matthews’ ankle, causing him to wrench away and scream. Slowly climbing back into the ring, Miller stalks Matthews’ to the far side, reaching down to pull him up on his good leg, only to spin around with a leg sweep, dumping Matthews to the mat again. Backing into the corner, Miller just watches, waiting for Matthews to get to one knee before charging, looking for the Shatterpoint … but Matthews pops up and nails him with a superkick, bad leg and all! Miller immediately falls backward, eyes glazing over as he stares up at the lights. Matthews collapses to his knees, in obvious agony as he crawls over, dragging his bad leg, and covers Miller.

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2!—Miller jerks loose.

Bennett: I’ll give him this, he don’t die easy.

Carter: Matthews with that surprise superkick, but just not enough. Miller’s resiliency really coming in clutch right now.

Matthews tries to stand, but obviously has trouble. Trying to shake some feeling back into his leg, he turns and grabs Miller by the hair … just as Miller scissor-sweeps him down to the mat and grabs hold of his leg, locking in a heel hook. Matthews immediately tries to pull away, but Miller ties his legs around Matthews’ knee, weighing him down and wrench at the foot, twisting it almost a full one-eighty. The official kneels by Matthews, who screams, but shakes his head no, prompting Miller to add even more torque to the joint. Matthews still refuses to quit, but Miller won’t release, and turns the ankle even more, causing Matthews to finally pass out from the pain. The referee sees it and orders Miller to break, but he won’t. Grabbing at his hands, the referee has to pry Matthews’ foot out of Miller’s grip. Finally, Miller gets to his feet, standing over Matthews as the official checks on him, trying to bring him back around.

DING DING DING

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

Miller stares down at Matthews for a while longer as ‘Judgement Day’ begins to bleed through the speakers. Slowly, he backs into the ropes and just falls through, landing on his feet on the mats. Still watching the official with Matthews, he starts to back up the ramp, a cold smile forming as he finally turns and silently marches to the back.

Aiello: Miller picking up the win tonight, showing a far more violent side than we’ve seen. It looks like Matthews is coming to in the ring, but you have to wonder what kind of shape his leg is in after being in that hold for so long.

Carter: Testament to Matthews for holding out. He never tapped. He never gave up. But the kind of pain that move puts you in, there’s just no resisting it for long.

Aiello: We’ll keep you updated on the condition of Matthews, folks, but up next, we’ve got yet another impressive rookie in action. Kendrick Kross takes on Anthony Grunge, next!

Voice: Miller! Miller, do you have a second?!

The voice of Ace Heart echoes through the corridor as cameras return to the backstage area, revealing the back of David Miller as he stalks away. From off-screen, Ace hurries to catch up, but a sudden pause from Miller causes Ace to hesitate, as well. Keeping well clear of arm’s (or leg’s) reach, the fervent reporter tries again for attention.

Ace: David, obviously, congratulations on your win over Matthews, but it couldn’t help but be noticed that you were a little more … aggressive, than usual. Is there some personal issue we aren’t aware of between you two?

Miller said nothing. Simply turned to side eye Heart from beneath the hood of his jacket. Visibly stiffening a bit, Ace glances at the cameraman, then back to Miller, as the intense fighter slowly wheels to square off with the much smaller journalist. Silently, he extended his hand, still wrapped in the bloodstained tape, wordlessly demanding the microphone. Ace wastes no time in dropping it into the man’s palm and stepping out of frame, leaving Miller to turn his attention to the waiting camera. Using his free hand to sweep back the hood, he spoke slowly … firmly.

Miller: The only issue I have with Justin Matthews, is the fact he even exists in this company. The fact that week after week, people like Matthews, Emma Louise, Anthony Grunge and every other piss-poor excuse for a so-called ‘talent’ can go out there and disrespect this business by believing they have right to be here.

More than a few jeers from the crowd can be heard, even from the back hallways, but Miller pays no mind to it.

Miller: I can’t speak for Rampage … yet. I can’t speak for PRIME or the FSW … yet. But I can only imagine how much garbage has been piling up on every single roster in this company over the last few years. Companies with the kind of lineage the EWC claims to have used to trim the fat on a regular basis. Lose once, you got your pay docked. Lose twice, you skipped the next couple shows … you start making your living on your back like these people do … and you found yourself tucking tail at the back of the unemployment line. I don’t know if Mac’s soft hearted … or soft skulled … but he’s let these parasites siphon off the business for long enough. And if he won’t take the necessary measures to make absolute certain that only the best of the best survives in this industry … than I will. Because I can.

Justin Matthews already took his best shot. He made his play … and it wasn’t good enough. He took his ball and went home when it became clear the Undisputed Championship was out of his league. He can piss and moan and whine about mental demons all he wants, but he’s full of shit. I have demons. Most of us have demons. The bottom line is Justin Matthews wasn’t good enough. He never was. He never will be. And it’s all starting to show. He came back guns blazing … and the instant his ass got handed back to him on a silver platter, he did what he does best … he ran.

That bag of meat that showed up tonight? That wasn’t Justin Matthews. That wasn’t a professional wrestler. That wasn’t even a man. It was a corpse that hadn’t hit the dirt, yet. I did him a favor. Same favor I’m going to do for Mac, Price, Saint, Tyson and every other General Manager in EWC. I’m going to clean out the clutter that’s been clogging that ring. Along who wants to stop me … try. Anyone who thinks they can … do it. You all know where to find me …

Miller shoots the arm towards Ace, who flinches on instinct … prompting a disgusted chuckle from Miller, as he just drops the microphone back into the man’s hands and continues his march back to the locker rooms. Watching him go for a moment, Ace finally turns back to the camera, visibly shaken.

Ace: That answers our question, I guess. Miller looking to ‘take out the trash’ here in EWC, though a bit cryptic as to what exactly that means. Maybe we’ll get some more information at StrangleMania, but for the time being, we’ll be right back with more Brawl right after this. Stick around, folks.

We then go to Victor Price in the ring. He is getting a mixed reaction, though mostly boo's. There is a table with a contract right in the middle of the ring as he has a microphone.

Price: Ladies and Gentlemen! First of all .. it sure feels hella good to be back in this ring. However I'm not here to talk about me .. One of the marquee events that will take place at StrangleMania will be the man who returned at Wrestlefest, The Rock Soldier, Griffin Hawkins...against a man who has been on quite a tear as of late...AJ Johnson! These two young men have not been shy about how they feel about one another, and both made a vow to end the other on the Grandest Stage of all. I believe a single match between these two won't settle things, therefore..I am making this match...a Street Fight! Come dressed as you are...anything goes, no disqualifications...just two men who want to kill each other! But right now .. taking place is the official Contract Signing for the event. Introducing first...AJ Johnson!

"At My Best" by MGK hits as AJ walks down to the ring, the crowd booing him loudly.

Aiello: You may not like this man's attitude, but he can get it done in the ring.

Carter: Two young athletes in the prime of their careers fighting on the grandest stage of all...this has all the makings of a Stranglemania classic!

Bennett: And in a Street Fight no less! No rules, no regulations! That's right up AJ's alley! As a gambling man, I'm gonna go with AJ!

He gets in the ring, smirking at the boos and the jeers from the crowd. He steps between the ropes and sits at the table. The music ends as Price still has the microphone.

Price: And his opponent.....Griffin Hawkins!

The boos then turn into cheers as Griffin makes his way from behind the curtain, dressed in a Poison T-Shirt and pink leopard print pants. He has a serious look on his face, not taking his eyes off AJ who grins smugly at him.

Carter: Look at the look on Hawkins' face, he is focused!

Bennett: He better be! AJ has vowed to end his career at StrangleMmania, if he's not careful, his comeback will be a very short one!

He gets in the ring, glaring a hole right in AJ as he takes his seat. The music ends as Victor speaks.

Price: Now Gentlemen...you both have reviewed the contracts backstage earlier in the evening. Both your lawyers have reviewed it..and there seems to be no problem whatsoever. Now..if we can sign this contract, we can make it official!

AJ smirks as he signs his name on the dotted line. He notices Griffin who is strangely calm, just sitting back with his foot propped up on the table with a small smile on his face.

AJ: ...What's wrong? You got nothing to say? You aren't gonna try and make fun of me again like last time we met face to face?

He says nothing and has the same demeanor on his face.

AJ: I think I know what this is....you're scared...aren't you? That's what it is. You're scared shitless. You think you're so hip with your funky clothes and long hair...but you don't know what it's like to be in a real fight do you? At StrangleMania you will find out. Because this is a Street Fight...a match that won't end until one of us is broken..bloody...and can no longer stand up. And what better place than to retire the oh so legendary Griffin Hawkins then on the stage that's the pinnacle of what we do for a living. You know...we could have been friends man, you and me could've ruled this place together. I would've allowed you to pick up what's left of your career and sit at my right hand as I make it to the top...I could've made your career great again. But you suddenly think that you're gonna be the one who takes me down. Here's the truth Griff..I'm stronger than you...I'm faster than you..I'm smarter than you..I'm just plain BETTER than you! And you're gonna find that out first hand.

Griffin still doesn't seem phased as he sits back. AJ starts to get annoyed.

AJ: Hey! I'm talking to you you little bitch! Look at me! Look into my eyes and you will see the truth! You chose the wrong time to come back to EWC...because like I told you before, you have been replaced. Your time is over, mine is just beginning. I retired your little pal Melinda Rhodes...nobody's ever gonna see her again, and now, you're gonna end up joining her when I put you on the shelf next to her.

Griffin just signs the contract and takes a mic, finally speaking.

Griffin: Are you done now? Let me get this straight, are you gonna hang your hat on the fact that you retired Melinda Rhodes? Let me bring you up to speed jack, her dismissal..had NOTHING to do with you. And as far as Mel not coming back around here, I highly doubt it. She's been beaten down before by guys tougher than you, and she always found a way to make another appearance, trust me bro..you will one day see her again. And as for why I'm so calm and cool about this...it's because Victor Price over here just made my day. This is gonna be a No Holds Barred Street Fight. And if anyone knows more about Street Fights, it's me. The last time I was in a Street Fight, it didn't end in the ring, it literally ended up in the streets..at a Casino...even in a restaurant! You have no idea how in over your head you are AJ, because this isn't my first time on the biggest stage of all...but it is for you. For too long you've been running your mouth about how great you are..and now it's time for you to put up..or finally shut the fuck up. When I came back, it was to resume my legacy...I promised myself that If I leave this company, it's gonna be on my terms..not anybody else's. And I'm not gonna leave because of some bleach blonde vanilla as fuck Ken Doll who's too much of a goddamned pussy to beat somebody in a fair fight.

The anger on AJ is growing by the minute.

AJ: Who the fuck do you think you are?! What the fuck makes you think you're so much better than me?! Why? Just because you had a few title reigns that nobody gives two shits about? Your whole problem is that you live in the past, you pranced back in here, thinking that everybody is supposed to get down and kiss your ass just because you're the almighty Rock Soldier. Here's the reality Griff...NOBODY wants you here! That whole locker room is hoping and praying that I put you out of your misery at Stranglemania...so nobody ever has to see your ugly ass face ever again! In this Street Fight, I'm not gonna just beat you..I'm gonna hurt you worse than anyone has in your pathetic life. Your reign of terror is gonna end at my hands!

With that he gets up, turning to leave the ring. Griffin then gets up from his chair.

Griffin: Hey now, wait just a minute Hot Stepper, where do you think you're going?! This is a contract signing! I've been watching wrestling since I was an itty bitty Rock Soldier, and I learned that no contract signing in history has ever gone off without a hitch..right now, I don't feel like waiting until Stranglemania, I say we do it right now!

The crowd cheers as AJ turns to look at him.

AJ: You know Griffin...you really should be careful what you ask for.

He goes back and looks to fight, but Victor Price comes between them, keeping them apart. AJ gets the advantage when he cheap shots Griffin with a punch over Price's head which connects. He starts hammering Griffin and throws him to the ropes, he goes to clothesline him, but Griffin ducks and comes back, hitting AJ with a Spinning Wheel Kick! AJ is down, groggy as he tries to get back up, Griffin is ready, prepared to hit the Shot in the Dark, AJ turns around sees this coming and immediately throws Price in front of the blast!

Carter: Oh my God! What a coward!

Bennett: I'll say, Griffin deliberately assaulted the General Manager!

Aiello: Are you blind?! AJ deliberately threw Price right in front of him so he could take the Superkick instead!

Carter: That shows you the kind of human being AJ Johnson is!

Griffin stops, realizing what he just did and stays by Price's side as he's out cold. AJ smiles smugly as he walks to the back.

Carter: Things are starting to heat up here on BRAWL .. don't go anywhere .. we will be back with Kross and Grunge .. right after this blink and you'll miss it commercial break

Kendrick had just finished getting ready for his match this week. He wasn’t exactly in the top condition of his life after the match last week but he still was gutting it out to show everyone that pain or not, he was always ready for a fight. On his way to go out Ace Heart stopped him.

Ace: “Kendrick, a quick word?”

Kendrick: “Sure Ace, what’s up?”

Ace: “I and the viewing public would like to know, how are you feeling?”

Kendrick: “Well how do you think I’m feeling, Ace? I’m in pain with these ribs but hell. I’m still going out there and beating Mr. Grunge.”

Ace:“How do you think the ribs will affect you? Will they limit the type of high flying or top rope moves you do?”

Kendrick: “We’ll just have to see how the adrenaline is when I get out there, Ace. I do know that I will be going out there and giving it my all. Win or lose.”

Ace: “Well after that big match that you lost last week, do you feel you have to win this match?”

Kendrick: “I feel I have to win every match, Ace. But to answer your question yes, I feel as if I need to win this match, get back in the win column. That was a deflating loss last week and I need to get back up and win.”

Ace: “Well how do you plan on doing that?”

Kendrick: “How do I plan on doing it? Well you’ll just have to find out after I win, Ace. Just like everyone else. I do know that after tonight I will have garnered the respect of the people who think I’m just some flash in the pan. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a match to win.”

Ace: “Sure, Kendrick.”

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SINGLES MATCH

KENDRICK KROSS

VS ANTHONY GRUNGE

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Aiello: Folks, I hope you enjoyed that hard hitting match we just witnessed between Justin Matthews and David Miller. We also got word that Victor Price is fine and is recuperating backstage. The excitement continues the relative newcomer Kendrick Kross is set to battle EWC namestay Anthony Grunge

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 with the (insert title here) strapped loosely around his waist. 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. As the Jessica Stroup introduces him.
"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.

Aiello: Kendrick Kross is looking to get back on track after a tough loss in the Television Title Ladder Match last week.

Carter: Kross has been very impressive since joining Brawl. His agility and aerial assaults have quickly garnered respect from the EWC Universe.

Bennett: Not from me. Maybe if he actually accomplishes something, he will be worthy of my respect.

Stroup: And his opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Hollywood, CA….ANTHONNNYYYYYYY GRRRRUNNNNGGGGGE!

Let you Down by Seether begins to blast on the PA. system. Anthony Grunge walks down to the ring along with Johnny Sinclair. Anthony Grunge then enters the ring and acknowledge the fans by pointing at them. He then sits in his corner and meditates until the bell sounds.

Aiello: Anthony Grunge will be doing his best to get a win here tonight in hopes of making his way into the EWC Title picture.

Carter:It seems Grunge has come back a changed man after his month long sabbatical from EWC.

Bennett: I thought he seemed much classier as he made his way down to the ring. I have a feeling he is out for some of that sum’bitch Kross’s blood.

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings, Grunge charges at Kross, he goes for a Clothesline but Kross ducks under it. Grunge bounces off the ropes, leaps, and connects with a Flying Forearm. Kross is quickly back to his feet, but he is met instantly with a Running High Knee. Grunge quickly grabs Kross, brings him to his feet, scoops him up, then heads to the nearest corner. Grunge goes for a Snake Eyes, but Kross manages to slide out the back. Grunge turns to Kross, and Kross greets him with a Step-Up Enziguri. Kross crouches for leverage, he leaps, and connects with a Standing Moonsault. Kross hooks the legs...the ref counts…

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T..kickout by Grunge.



Aiello: Grunge started off with control of this match, but Kross managed to turn the tide in his favor.

Carter: This is going to be a fast-paced, hard-hitting match.
Kross brings Grunge to his feet, but Grunge counters with a Go-Behind. However, Kross counters right back with a Go-Behind, and a Hammerlock to boot. But before Kross can make his next move, Grunge connects with an Elbow to face, then another, and another, forcing Kross to lose his grip. Grunge delivers a kick to the gut of Kross, then follows with a Vertical Suplex. Grunge runs, bounces off the ropes, leaps, and comes down with an Elbow Drop, but Kross rolls out of the way. Grunge crashes into the mat, Kross up kips to his feet. He waits for Grunge to get his feet. When he does, Kross claps his arms around Grunge, and takes him hard to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Kross makes his way to corner, he hads to the top turnbuckle. While Kross gets set up, Grunge bursts to his feet then races to the corner. He climbs up the turnbuckle and meets Kross with a few hard right hands. Grunge hooks Kross, and brings him crashing to the mat with a SuperPlex. It takes a few seconds for Grunge to make the cover...the ref counts…

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Tw...kickout by Kross

Aiello: What an Impact! But Kross won’t let Grunge have the win that easily.

Carter: Kross has proved he is as tough as he is agile.

Bennett: Please. He wishes he was as tough as Grunge. I mean just listen to the name, Grunge, tougher than kross could ever dream.

Grunge drags Kross to his feet, he whips Kross into the ropes, Grunge ducks down for a Back Body Drop, but Kross halts his momentum, and connects with a kick to the face of Grunge. Kross wraps up Grunge, then sends him flying into the corner with an Exploder Suplex. Kross takes his time as he heads over to the downed Grunge. He grabs Grunge, yanks him to his feet, then sets him up on his shoulders. Kross hard to the mat with a Rack Bomb.

Aiello: The K Twist. This could be trouble for Grunge.

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

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TWO

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Thr...kickout By Grunge.

Kross throws his hands up, as he thought that would have been enough. Kross quickly gets to his feet, he charges to the ropes. Kross hops on then off the ropes, he goes for a Springboard Shooting Star Press, but Grunge gets his knees up. Kross bounces off Grunge, clutching his gut. Grunge gets a knee, then to his feet. He walks over and stomps on the downed Kross a few times. He grabs Kross, then sends him into the corner with an Irish Whip, with such force, Kross hits the corner, then falls to the mat. Kross doesn’t realize he puts himself in harm’s way as he turns and leans against the bottom turnbuckle. Grunge charges, he leaps, and connects with the Bronco Buster. Grunge then drags Kross out of the corner. He keeps his hold on the legs of Kross, and locks in a Boston Crab.

Bennett: Here we go, Grunge is about to snap Kross in half.

Carter: I appreciate your use of hyperbole. A little excessive, like everything else about you.

Kross is wincing in pain as the ref checks on him. Kross refuses to quit, Grunge leans back more, adding more torque to the hold. The ref checks again, again Kross refuses to give up. Kross begins inching his way closer and closer to the ropes. He reaches out, barely missing the bottom rope. He inches a little closer, extends as far as he can, and manages to catch hold of the rope. The ref taps on Grunge, informing him of the rope break.The ref counts to 4, and Grunge finally breaks the hold. Grunge gets up, and stomps on the back of the downed Kross a few times. Grunge grasb Kross, dragging him to his feet. He whips Kross into the ropes, Kross bounces off, Grunge sets him and slams him into the mat with an emphatic Spinebuster. Grunge goes for the cover...the ref counts…

ONE

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TWO

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Thr...kickout by Kross.

Aiello: AND A NEARFALL BY ANTHONY GRUNGE! He has the momentum on his side.

Grunge drags Kross to his knees. He sets Kross up for the Grunge Plunge, but Kross counters with a Back Body Drop, before falling back to the mat, holding his back. It takes Kross a few seconds to get to his feet, giving Grunge enough time to recover. Both men get to their feet at the same time. Grunges acts first, he lunges forward with a Superkick, but Kross manages to sidestep, then follows up with a Pele Kick, knocking Grunge to the mat. Kross heads to the corner, he hops onto the top turnbuckle. Kross sets up, he leaps, and connects with a Phoenix Splash.

Aiello: KROSS UP! Kross just connected with the KROSS UP!

Kross makes the cover...the ref counts….

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THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….KENNNNDRICKKKKK KRRRRROSSSSSS!

Aiello: Kendrick Kross with the impressive victory over EWC veteran Anthony Grunge.

Carter: Grunge looked good tonight, but Kross appeared to have wanted this one just a little more then he did. Kross is going places here in EWC. He should be competing for EWC gold again sometime soon.

Bennett: yeah he is going places alright. And hopefully when he gets there, he never comes back to EWC.

The referee raises Kross's hand in victory. Kross celebrates his victory as Grunge leaves the ring in frustration.

Aiello: Stay tuned folks, coming up next Keith Williams looking going up against Amis Shelton in what will surely be a battle of technical prowess.

We're backstage with Ace Heart and he's managed to pin down the whereabouts of Keith Williams for this evening. In a hurry and slightly out of breath, he approaches the sleazy competitor with a flurry of questions.

Ace Heart: Keith, Keith! Have you heard the news regarding Luke Wolfe's X-Division Championship at StrangleMania? Do you know you've been selected as one of the two Brawl representatives in the match? What are your feelings on this decision, Mr. Williams? Do you think your chances are better or worse with more people involved now in the X-Division Championship match?

Ace holds a microphone underneath the mouth of Williams, eager for a response from the member of the ReVenants.

Keith Williams: What do I think? I think it's about damn time some sort of announcement was made. I'm that much closer to creating the XXX-Division we all desperately need. It's all well and good that six EWC champions get the shot to become the EWC Undisputed World Champion, but that doesn't mean the rest of us should suffer. If they have a championship, it should be defended. No questions asked. Personally, I don't care if any of them have a sob story to promote because of having to work two matches. Big fucking deal. As far as my chances? I showed in the Dome of Death with multiple opponents that I can get the job done and I intend to do that again.

Keith adjusts his knee pads and elbow pads, making sure his boots are laced just right.

Keith Williams: Ace King, Magdalena Lockheart, Morgan Darkwater, El Pablo, the future EWC Television Champion... They should all be defending at StrangleMania. Otherwise, whomever wins the main-event will only be starting off a title reign as badly as the one Ashton Drake left behind. If you can't defend your title, you shouldn't hold the title.

There's an audible gulp from Ace Heart as he spits out something else.

Ace Heart: Um, right. Anyways, good luck to you and the rest of your group at StrangleMania. It's sure to be another classic!

Keith Williams: The rest of EWC may rely on it, but we don't need luck, Ace. We're the ReVenants.

The two awkwardly part as Williams walks off, leaving Ace Heart to stand there before the scene fades to black.

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SINGLES MATCH

KEITH WILLIAMS

VS AMIS SHELTON

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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.

Stroup: Introducing first from Sacramento, California. Weighing in at 243 pounds, "The Hollywood Playboy, The Sovereign of Sleaze, The Sultan of Sleaze, The Human Sleaze Machine, The Ayatollah of Sleaze and Cola, Mr. Small Package—
Carter: -- Ya think Keith has enough names?

Aiello: I’m sure he’s almost done.

Stroup: Satan's Sleazy Serpent, Ace of the XXX,

Bennett: …Wow..

Stroup: The Whiskey King….. KEITH WILLIAMS!!!!

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.

Bennett: I really think he should add a few more names in there.

Carter: What???

Bennett: It adds to his mystique.

YOUNG RENEGADE!

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

Stroup: Accompanied to the ring by his wife, Allana Shelton... He is from Springfield, Illinois and 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 with Allana Shelton following behind. 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: The big question here, is CAN Williams get his ReVenants off the Shnide against Amis Shelton here tonight.

Bennett: The “Shnide”?

Carter: Yeah, you know—

Bennett: No, I don’t know. You guys are just making up words now.

Aiello: It means like a losing skidd Steve.

Bennett: You know what? No… I don’t wanna be around you guys while you’re using words that got no meaning. I’m gonna go bet me a beer.

Steve gets up and walks past the ring, getting the attention of both Shelton and Williams. “GO… FIGHT!” Bennett flips them both the bird and continues his walk to the back.

DING! DING! DING!!!

Aiello: Well I guess it’s gonna be just me and you for this match Max.

Carter: Um, I guess so.

Williams grins as Bennett flips them both off, getting a chuckle out of it as he twirls his mustache. Shelton uses this slight distraction to his advantage and charges Williams and clothslines him back into the corner. Shelton unloads an array of punches to a surprised Williams who is trying to get his barrings. Williams ducks one of the punches and pulls the switch on Shelton who is now in the corner! Williams stomps Amis in the stomach till he is at the seated position. Williams hits the ropes and pops back and nails a face wash to Williams! He leans on the ropes with a big smile on his face as he twirls his mustache. He picks up Amis and gives him a kick to the mid section and then hops backwards to the ropes as Williams comes towards Shelton, he pops up at the last second and we never get to see what Williams had planned because Shelton picks him up and drops him down with a devastating spine buster. Wasting no time, Shelton grabs Williams and pulls him over to the ropes head first. With his head hanging off the apron, Shelton walks the apron, and drops a let across the throat of Williams. You can almost feel the pain as his face winces, as he rolls back into the ring. As Williams stumbles to his feet, Shelton has climbed to the top turnbuckle and just as Keith turns around, Shelton flies off the corner with a speer! He takes down Williams with a CRASH!

Aiello: WHOA! What a move from Amis Shelton to really bring the momentum all the way back in his favor!

Carter: Ya have ta believe that Amis felt that one too a little bit, That looked like a car crash.

Amis nips up to his feet, and the crowd pops in awe. Amis smiles and laughs as he picks up Keith. Williams on his knees drops Shelton with a low blow!

OOOOOOHHHH!!!!

Kieth gets to his feet, stumbling backwards leaning on the top rope. Shelton gets up holding himself in the groin area and just as he gets to Keith, the california c*nt, pats him on the cheek and then drops him AGAIN this time with a knee to the groin!!! Amis drops to his knees once again, as his wife screams at the ref that Williams just hit two low blows in a row! The ref, somehow missing them both, gets right in Williams face asking him if he did it. Williams of course says that he did no such thing! That Shelton is merely complaining of a stomach ache. The ref checks on Shelton but he’s in too much pain to respond to the ref. Keith assures the official that Amis is fine to finish the match, and he slowly brings him up and sets him up for a suplex. Amis, still reeling can’t block it and Keith lifts Shelton up into the air into a vertical position! Saito Special w/Cheese!!! Keith goes for the cover! He points to Shelton’s wife and blows her a kiss.

ONE!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!

Aiello: Shelton barely got out of that one!

Carter: The clock could be ticking though, Keith appears to really have him on the ropes.

Bennett: Yeah, sure looks like it. *Cracks open his beer*

Carter: When did you get back??

Bennett: Just now.

With Allana Shelton, jumping up on the apron screaming at Keith, it gains the attention of both Keith and the official. The official tells her to get down, but Williams tells the ref to calm down. He listens to her screams, nodding and mocking her. She reaches back to slap him and swings and he catches her wrist! With his other hand he grabs her by the head and yanks her head back! The ref then tries to break it up but Amis comes up from behind and pulls Keith down into a small package!!!

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THRE— WILLIAMS KICKS OUT!!!!

Carter: OHHH! That had to be 2.95!

Bennett: So close yet so far.

Amis pops back up as Williams rolls to his feet. Amis grabs him and throws him over his head with a T-Bone Suplex! Keith gets up and stumbles to his feet and walks right into a slap to the face from Shelton’s wife and stumbles back into Shelton who connects with a German Suplex! Amis quickly hops to the top rope on a stunned Williams. He jumps off the top rope! HIGHWIND CRASH!!! But Keith rolls out of the way at the last second!!!

“OOOOHHH!!!”

Kieth gets up grabs Shelton and quickly sets him up! K-DRIVER!!! He hooks the leg!!!

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THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!!!

Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… KIETH WILLIAMS!!!

Bennett: So does that mean that the ReVenants are now off the “Shnide”?

Carter: Yes actually… That's exactly what it means...

Williams rolls out of the ring as Shelton’s wife comes in and checks on him. The camera catches Keith laughing as he twirls his mustache.

The scene cuts to backstage where we see Dominic Sanders entering into the BB&T Center.

Aiello: And as we see here, one of our Co-Television Champions, Dominic Sanders, has arrived.

Carter: And he has a look of determination on his face. He looks like he is ready for this match tonight with Ruthann Hunter.

As Sanders walks down the hallway, Ace Heart comes into the picture and is seen with a microphone in his hand.

Heart: Ladies and gentlemen. I am standing here with one of our Co-Television Champions, Dominic Sanders. If you don't mind, I would love to get a few words with you.

Sanders stops and smiles at Heart. Sanders nods his head.

Sanders: Go for it, Ace.

Heart: For starters, Mr. Sanders, congratulations on becoming Co-Champion last week. It was a brutal match between the four of you. I want to ask you, how are you feeling?

Sanders: Well, Ace, I am feeling pretty good. Yes, it was a brutal match. I've got some bumps and bruises, nothing that I haven't felt before, though. I have taken some time this week to rest, recover, and re-focus for this match tonight with Ruthless Aggression. I'm feeling 100% and ready to go.

Heart: As is Ms. Hunter, I am sure. Your match tonight is sure to be one of the better matches of the night, although the card for this final Brawl before StrangleMania XIII is full of talent and sure to be one to talk about for the next two weeks leading up to the big pay-per-view event. With that being said, do you have any final thoughts going into your two-out-of-three falls match with Ruthann later this evening?

Sanders: Ruthann Hunter is a very talented individual. She's done so much in this company, as well as for this company. However, the time for new blood to arise to the top has come. Others have come onto Brawl and done some good things in the past year, but they are no Dominic Sanders. I truly believe that I am in my best form and that I can take Brawl to higher places come StrangleMania. But I need to worry about tonight, first. I know that I have no other choice than to dispose of Ruthless Aggression tonight if I want any chance of seeing the Main Event at StrangleMania XIII. Ruthann, tonight you're going to be in a dog fight. And if you have any aspirations of holding onto that Television Championship, you're going to have to find a way to pin me not once, but twice. And that will be no easy task. But I'm not stupid. I know that doing the same to you will not be easy, either. However, I know that I have what it takes to beat you. I've proven that I am one of the top competitors on this brand the past two weeks and I am not going to let an opportunity like this to get out of my control. You had a little taste of what Dominic Sanders can do last week, but you didn't feel the full effects of it. Tonight, you're getting my best effort and you will lose that championship and I will become the sole owner of the EWC Television Championship. And you can...

Sanders and the Crowd: Bet. On. That!

Sanders walks off down the hallway, leaving Ace Heart behind as the scene cuts back to ringside.

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SINGLES MATCH

ROB GARCIA

VS GRIFFIN HAWKINS

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Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 245 pounds… ROB GARCIA!!! 

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

Strope: Entering the ring right now, from Windsor Ontario Canada....put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!

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

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

After he gets in the ring, he waits for his opponent.

DING! DING! DING! 

Hawkins and Garcia tie up in the middle of the ring. They struggle for position each man trying to gain the upperhand when Hawkins pulls Garcia down into a side headlock. Garcia pushes Hawkins off into the ropes. He bounces back and he knocks Garcia down with a shoulder block. Hawkins hits the ropes again, and Garcia pops up, leap frogs over Hawkins. He spins around, only to get knocked down again by Hawkins who turns on a dime and gets leveled with a clothsline! The crowd pops as Garcia tries to get his wits about him. Hawkins pulls him to his feet, and drops him again with a Master Exploder Suplex! 

Aiello: Griffin Hawkins is ALL OVER Rob Garcia in this one. 

Carter: Yeah Rob’s come out a little flat out of the gate tonight Joe. 

Bennett: Well SON OF A BITCH you sure are a observant motherfucker tonight. 

Garcia pulls himself up with the turnbuckle and Hawkins runs in a crushes him in the corner! Knocking the wind out of him. Griffin picks him up and sits him ontop of the corner so his back is facing him. He climbs the turnbuckle behind him walking them both up to the very top turnbuckle! Hawkins sets him up, and drops back with a Superback Drop from the top rope!!! Garcia crashes to the mat holding his head! Rob slowly gets up and Hawkins again hits the ropes! Just as Garcia stands up Hawkins stops on a dime, he gives Rob a kick to the mid section Number One Stunner!!! 

Bennett: WHAM! Drop ‘Em!!! 

Aiello: I don’t believe this!!! Griffin Hawkins seems to be one step ahead of Rob Garcia this whole time! 

The crowd is losing their MINDS! On fire for Griffin Hawkins who seems to be completely unstoppable tonight! Hawkins plays to the crowd pointing out to them, telling them to get louder! Rob lays on the mat trying to get wake up. But Hawkins is going crazy with the fans! He points to the fallen Garcia and asks the crowd if they want to see him finish him off. They ROAR their approval, and stomps his foot, setting up for the Shot in the Dark! 

Carter: Hawkins is about to have a flawless victory!!! 

The crowd stomps their feet through the arena in anticipation of the his superkick! Garcia gets to his feet, Hawkins springs at him for the Shot in the dark, but Garcia ducks it! He hits the ropes and Griffin turns around and Garcia crashes through him with Lights Out For Harambe!!!! 

Carter: HOLY SHIT!!! 

Garcia with the cover! 

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THREE!!!! 

Aiello: I don’t believe what I have just seen!!! 

Garcia gets up with an angry look on his face as the ref raises his hand up in victory! He rips his arm away from the ref as boos echo through the building. Hawkins has rolled to his side, and is barely aware of what has happened. 

DING! DING! DING! 

Bennett: Well Son of a bitch…This all started off as some kind of twitter war and now Rob just scored the biggest upset in EWC history. He just beat the man who has the longest reigning EWC Television Champion in a manner of moments! This is enormous! We got to go to commercial, you better come right back with us! 

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

NEO JAMES CARNER

VS AJ JOHNSON
VS NOSTALGIA

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Aiello: Welcome back .. we are ready for our next match .. a Triple threat featuring 3 major hitters on the BRAWL Roster

"Shade Tree Mechanics" by The Bled The opening winding chainsaw reVving strums of a guitar welcome us as Neo James Carner slowly saunters through the curtain to be greeted by a sea of unwelcoming boos. Neo James Carner stands at the top of the stage, his head leaned forward as his body sways to the haunting rhythms of “Shade Tree Mechanics” By The Bled as the song shifts to the opening verse with an explosive roar!

COLLECT YOUR BONES!!!!!

Neo throws up one arm over his head with his index and middle finger shot up in a V formation. Neo cusps his free hand around his wrist and then snaps his hand down as he begins to march towards the ring. The crowd showers him in a cavalcade of jeers that the Malevolent Resident of BRAWL doesn’t pay any mind. Neo stands at the middle of the ramp and glares at an audience member for an abnormally long period of time. Neo waves them off and then struts down to ringside. Circling the squared circle, Neo sprints up the steps and jumps up to the second ropes and stands with one foot perched upon the top turnbuckle. Neo gazes out to crowd and then points a finger at the opposite side of at the ring to the turnbuckles, he slowly raises that hand over his head into a V-Hand sign for the ReVs. A “V” pyro explodes out of the opposite corner as Neo cocks a smirk and hops off the top rope into the ring.

Stroup: In the the ring weighing in at 260lbs, hailing out of Pechanga Resort & Casino in Temecula, California! Representing The ReVenants, NEO! JAMES! CARNER!!!

NJC throws a few fast jabs, bouncing around in the nearest corner while shadowboxing with intensity. Neo slaps each knee and then throws his arms up over his head. The crowd showers Neo's favorite wrestler in boos, Neo being Neo's favorite wrestler. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!”

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

“STAY WOKE!"

Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Pine Barrens, NJ…weighing in at 289 pounds….The Prophet of Pain….NOSTALGIAAAA!

On hearing his name, Nostalgia takes a bow. As he gets to a standing position, pyrotechnics explode encircling him.

“STAY WOKE!"

He walks through the pyrotechnics with his right fist in the air. As he makes his way down the ramp, he slaps the hands of as many fans as he possibly can. He switches between high -fiving fans at each barricades every few feet.

“NOW STAY WOKE”

Nostalgia jumps on the apron, the over the ropes and into the ring.Nostalgia circles the ring with his arms spread wide, palms up, signaling for the fans to make some noise . Nostalgia stands in the center of the ring, and raises his Right Fist High in the air, holds it for a few seconds.

“DON”T YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!”.

Upon hearing these words, Nostalgia retreats to his corner, and stretches, waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

Carter: Some serious talent in that ring right now. 

Bennett: Yeah, after being on ... "The Shnide" for a while, the ReVenants seem to be on the rebound tonight, lets see if NJC will fallow in the footsteps of his partners. 

Aiello: Thank you Steve--

Bennett: ...The Shnide... 

Aiello: Yeah we got that. 

Nastalgia turns and rushes Neo, looking to smash him with an ax handle, but Neo ducks under and leaps up to nail Johnson with a dropkick before he can get out of the corner. Johnson hits the buckles and drops to a knee as Neo stands and turns to nail Nastalgia with a right hand.  NJC can be caught laughing before returning the favor, jarring Johnson with a stiff shot of his own. Johnson pulls himself up and drives a shoulder into Neo's back, staggering him. As Nastalgia turns, Johnson launches himself through the air with a flying shoulder tackle, taking him to the ground. 

Aiello: Its a fast and furious start here, it's hard to tell who really has the upperhand! 

Bennett: It sure is... but I suspect Neo will continue to get the ReV's off that damn Shnide. 

Carter: Oh for fuck's sake. 

Johnson is laying punches into Nastalgia as Neo comes and drops an elbow but Johnson rolls off and Neo drops the point of his elbow onto Nostalgia! He winces in pain as he rolls out of the ring. Johnson and Neo tie up and Johnson drives Neo back into the corner. Johnson starts delivering knees to the midsection of Neo and then lifts him up onto the top buckle. He climbs up with hm and drops him back and delivers a nasty superplex and just as he crashes to the mat, Nostalgia comes flying off the opposite turnbuckle crashing down on Neo with a double stomp! Nostalgia rolls through, grabs Johnson as he gets up and delivers a code breaker!!! 

Carter: Nostalgia with an amazing recovery taking down the field!

Aiello: It looked like it was gonna be all AJ but then Nostalgia came out of nowhere! 

Bennett: Huh... well son of a bitch... 

Nostalgia turns around and grabs Neo picking him up off the mat. He lifts him into the powerbomb position and throws him back first into the corner! Neo crumbles to the mat holding his back, Nostalgia makes the cover! 

ONE! 

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Right before the ref's hand comes down for the three, Neo drapes his leg on the bottom rope and the ref stops the count! Nostalgia grabs the ref, asking why he stopped the count, and the ref points out that Neo's foot is on the bottom rope. Aj comes running from across the ring and nails a running drop kick to Nostalgia just as the ref moves out of the way! Nostalgia stumbles backwards tripping over the fallen Neo. Aj jumps them both jumping to the top rope and coming down on both of them with a split legged moonsault!!! He's covering them both and the ref counts with both hands! 

ONE!!! 

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TWO!!

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Nostalgia kicks out! 

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Neo again with his foot on the bottom rope! 

Bennett: I gotta hand it to Neo even though he can probably hardly breath right now, he still knows where he is at in the ring. 

Aiello: Neo's eyes are still rolling in the back of his head after those two blows. 

Carter: I doubt he even knows where he is right now. 

Bennett: Other than close to the ropes... No... No he has no clue. 

Aj shoves Neo out of the ring under the bottom rope, and picks up Nostalgia who grabs Aj and they struggle for position and begin to deliver lefts and rights to each other! Neither backs down blow for blow! It's Nostalgia who begins to slow first and Aj backs him up into the ropes and sends him across the ring! Neo gets up on the apron and pulls down the top rope and Nostalgia takes a tumble over the top to the floor, as Neo fallows him down and grabs him. AJ suddenly comes running and leaps over the top rope onto the two men and all three come crashing down together on the outside! The crowd erupts! Aj gets up, excited! But when he turns around Neo is on his feet and punts Aj right between the uprights and grabs him and throws him shoulder first into the steel steps! Neo grabs Nostalgia and rolls him in the ring. 

Carter: Aj was on FIRE, but a cheep shot from NJC and that will slow things down in a heart beat. 

Aiello: The steel steps aren't exactly a pillow when you hit your head on it either. 

Neo has Nostalgia in the ring and is in control of the matchup! Nostalgia hits the ropes but Neo is ready for it and he grabs Nostalgia and delivers a snap T-Bone suplex! He picks up Nostalgia on his shoulder and puts him in the tree of woe, the runs to the opposite corner takes a quick bounce out of the turnbuckle and nails Nostalgia in the gut with a spear!!! Nostalgia rolls out of the tree of woe holding his stomach in pain. Aj suddenly springboards into the ring looking for a hurricanranna! But Neo sees it coming and he drops AJ down into a powerbomb!!! 

Bennett: Here it comes... Off the fuckin... Shnide... 

Aiello: Oh would you stop it already! 

Carter: But he's not wrong! It looks like NJC might just have the match right in his hands! 

Neo drops Johnson down and looks back and Nostalgia who is also writhing in pain... Neo signals for the end! The crowd ERUPTS in a round of boos. He picks up the winded Aj Johnson, who is still trying to catch his breath from the abrupt powerbomb just moments ago. Neo sets up Johnson for Spatial Rend!!! He drops Johnson, and he hooks the leg! 

Carter: Neo with the cover

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Nostalgia runs up behind Neo grabs him by the waist of his trunks and roughly grabs him and sends him out of the ring under the bottom rope! Nostalgia falls on Johnson!!! 

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THREE!!! 

NEO SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING! 

DING! DING! DING!

NOSTALGIA SLIDES OUT OF THE RING! 

Aiello: Whoa! What a photo finish!! 

Carter: NJC does not look happy. 

Bennett: Well would you be happy if you were about to get off the Shnide and someone came in and swept your victory right out from under you??

Carter: Would you stop with the Shnide shit??? 

Bennett: Do ya see? Do ya see how annoying it is when people use words around you that don't make any sense. 

Carter: You could at least PRETEND like you are calling the match. 

Bennett: I know exactly what happened. I just told you, Neo had that son of a bitch wrapped up with a pretty pink bow, and at the last possible second Nostalgia came in and took away his victory. 

Aj rolls out of the ring, as Nostalgia celebrates on the ramp. Neo stands looking up at him leaning on the rop rope, clearly and visibly pissed off. Neo James Carner starts yelling at the stagehands to hand over a microphone. Neo yanks it out of the help's hands and starts yelling.

NJC: Week after week, month after month, every God fucking damn I've been here I've been nothing but disrespected, looked down upon and held back by nothing but weak decision making from officials and management. I should have been the Undisputed EWC Champion months ago, but I was ignored, belittled and mocked every chance I could get. I was belitted when a bunch of randoms were thrown together to mock me and my brothers in the ReVenants with their cheap knock off name and go nowhere attitude. I'm disrespected by has beens that couldn't cut it in today's wrestling era and had to retire and want to hide behind accomplishments and accolades like they mean something in a "what have you done for me now" business. I've set standards all across the globe and I've hung my hat in EWC to be the greatest superstar in this ring and on this microphone but all I'm ever met with is resistance, ignorance and mornic ideals. I've had it, and I will not be disrespected this way ever again. 

The crowd boos. 

NJC: Yeah, you think I care what any of you people think, or say or do? You're nothing but reVenue into my wallet. I don't have to bark and clamor that I was the longest reigning Television Champion in quite some time. I don't have to tell you I was the one that handed Ace King his victory at Rumble In The Bronx. You don't believe me? Ask Eddie Crank! What's that? You can't? Wonder why...Oh that's right. I WRAPPED A GOD DAMN STEEL CHAIR AROUND HIS HEAD! I have done everything to shape the fate of the Monday Night BRAWL you see before you! Ruthann was nothing but a God damn Novelty act until she went the distance with me! Not a single God damn one of you would have believed in Nostalgia had he not taken that fucking title from me! Ruthann wouldn't be the big God damn deal she is! A guy like Dominic Sanders couldn't beat a ReVenant like me and he'd have never sniffed that gold let alone held it if I was still the Champion. The ReVenants ARE the modern MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL! 

Neo glowers with a venomous facial expression.

NJC: You think Mac announcing the Battle Royal was a big deal? How about this, I'm the first ENTRANT into that Battle Royal. Don't bother wondering who else is entering, because you're looking at the winner and soon...to be EWC Undisputed Champion. 

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, Brawl 505 has been nothing short of explosive action from the opening moments, exactly what you'd expect in the final run-up to Stranglemania!

Carter: You're damn right, Joe - everyone and their momma wants to pull out all the stops, prove to the EWC and its fans that they deserve a spot on that most hallowed of cards.

Bennett: Sadly, we're about to see someone who's already managed to steal a spot in that Pay-Per-View's main event by means of simple convenience.

Carter: If you're referring to Captain Darkwater - which of course you are - then he earned that spot fair and square, not convenience. He's been a champion longer than he hasn't in this company, has fought tooth and claw every match to keep it that way, and no amount of biased negativity will change that. Tonight he's facing one-half of his tag opponents from last week in Darian Gray, and that match is ne--

Aiello: I'm afraid I'm going to have to interrupt you there, Max, as I'm just getting word that we're about to be graced with the presence of a champion... but it sure as hell ain't Morgan!

The camera switches to take in the entrance stage as "Centuries" by Fall Out Boy kicks in over the arena's sound system to a feverish roar from the fans in attendance - and out comes Ruthann Hunter!

Bennett: There she is, the Queen of the EWC! And she is looking royally pissed.

Sure enough, Ruthann acknowledges the fans with a couple of slight nods, but otherwise makes her way down the ramp to the ring with a dark, purposeful stride. Climbing through the ropes, she paces the ring several times before accepting a microphone from Jessica Stroup.

Ruthann: I thought things would be different with you, Dominic Sanders - I thought you had respect, had character, had honour. I honestly thought tonight was going to be an straight, legit fight to determine which of us is truly the TV Champion, and will go on to represent Brawl alongside the Captain at the main event of Stranglemania. I guess I was wrong, and you're nothing but another coward skulking around backstage to gain the upperhand. Well this champion isn't going to stand for it - get out here, Dominic Sanders, we're going to settle this here and now!

A wave of excited cheers meet her challenge as she starts pacing the ring again impatiently, glowering gaze fixed on the entrance stage.

Carter: The joint-TV Champion not wanting to wait for her match - she wants a piece of her opponent right this second!

Bennett: Let them fight, I say! Fight, and do us all the mercy of skipping the Darkwater match altogether!

Aiello: You just can't help yourself, can you...?

The giant screen above the stage flashes up, not to show Dominic Sanders' intro video, but that of a live-feed of the man himself in his locker-room. He seems to have been in the stages of his pre-match warm-ups, a towel draped over his shoulders as he regards the camera with a calm, collected yet curious smile.

Dominic: Ruthann Hunter... the living legend of the EWC and my joint-TV Champion opponent. Have my people not gotten in touch with your people? Because I can assure you, I arrived here a clean twenty-minutes or so after you were attacked... and even if I had been in the arena at the time, I resent the insinuation that I had anything to do with your attack. See, your initial opinions of me ring true: respect, character, honesty, I possess all these qualities and more - that's not bragging, that's just the truth. I had no reason to attack you last week, to try and soften you up for the ladder match, why would I need to stoop to such lows now? I swear, I had nothing to do with what happened, and I definitely won't be coming out there to ---

Sanders is suddenly cut off as a steel chair is struck against his back with a sickening smack, the camera shaking as it and Sanders stumble forward. We now see the same black-clad figure from earlier, the very same who had attacked Ruthann, standing over Dominic, dented chair in hand as he struggles to stay on his knees. The assailant tries a change of tactics and brings the chair down across the side of his face, sending the man spinning to the floor in a heap!

Carter: Holy shit!

Aiello: But... if he's being attacked now... then who...?

Bennett: Whoever it is, they're not letting up - and it looks like Ruthann Hunter has seen enough!

We cut momentarily back to ring-side to see Ruthann, furious and confused at the actions she's just witness, exiting the ring and charging back up the ramp as, on the big screen, the chaos continues! 

Back in the locker room, the mysterious figure discards the mangled chair, which clatters to the concrete floor, and they stoop over Sanders, lifting his woozy body back to his feet by grabbing his hair and chin... and then drives his head hard into the nearest locker! He crumples against it, sliding down the cold metal, and is met with a vicious kick to the head, smashing it back against the locker! As he slumps to the floor, the attacker casually stands behind Dominic, wrapping the ends of his towel around their hands... and uses it to start choking out the joint-TV champion!

Aiello: Someone get in there and stop that monster, whoever it is!

Carter: We need answers!

Bennett: Hell no - we want blood!

The camera is focused on the face of Dominic Sanders, flushed a dangerously deep crimson, eyes bulging and tongue lolling as he gasps for breath, fingers scratching weakly at the towel wrapped tightly against his throat. Just when it seems he's about to pass out - or worse - his attacker relents, releasing the towel and shoving his face back down against the concrete. They leave the locker room in a hurry, leaving Dominic squirming in a heap, gasping loudly for breath. Moments later the door to the locker room bursts open again and Ruthann Hunter tears into the room, ready for a fight! She looks around, sees Dominic and scrambles to his side with deep concern written on her face.

Carter: Wow... I... I have no words...

Aiello: I have no idea what just happened!

Bennett: It was damn awesome, whatever it was! We'll be right back after these commercials, folks!

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NON TITLE MATCH

DARIAN GRAY

VS MORGAN DARKWATER

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Aiello: It's time for our next match .. a non title affair between International Champion Morgan Darkwater, and Darian Gray!

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

Jessica Stroup: Weighing in at two hundred and fifty nine pounds, he is the International Champion. Captain MOORRGAAN! DARKWATER!! 

The crowd cheers wildly for their captain. When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Drink!" in time with the song's first chorus and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring over top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry. Morgan then unbuckles his International Championship and hands it off to a stagehand at ringside. Morgan gives himself a boastful pat on the belly with his good arm. 

Carter: With that giant bullseye on his arm, you got to wonder when it’s going to all catch up to Morgan Darkwater. When’s it all going to give? 

Bennett: Sooner rather than later, I hope. 

Announcer Name: From Long Beach, California! Representing the ReVenants! He is "The Portrait Of Many Perfections" Darian Graaay!

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

Carter: What makes you like a ReVenant, Bennett? 

Bennett: See, you just figured it out. It rhymes with my name, now shut yer’ mouth. 

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

Bennett: Does anybody want to grab me one of those pictures? I’m starting a collection and if I miss this Monday, I’m going to lose my patience with each of y’all. 

Carter: I will do no such thing. 

Aiello: Maybe we should listen to Steve. 

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. 

Bennett: Let’s get it on! 

Carter: Senior official is motioning for the bell.

DING DING DING

Darian Gray and Captain Morgan Darkwater circle each other in the twenty by twenty as Morgan guards his damaged hand as Darian tries to snag it like a bloodthirsty animal looking for their next meal, Morgan manages to keep Gray at bay with a series of knife edge chops that light up the ReV’s chest several crimson shades darker. Darian retreats into a corner and The International Champion is several steps behind. Morgan whips Darian to a face to face situation but Darian fires back with a raucous right hand that jacks Darkwater’s jaw!

Carter: What a right hand from Darian there.

Bennett: Morgan be wise to run!

Darian goes for the hard Irish whip but Morgan counters. Darian bounces off the ropes as Morgan bends down for the back body drop but Darian kicks Morgan into standing, Darian following up with a forearm smash to the Captain’s cranium. 

Aiello: Back and forth here between these two.

Darian dishes out three elbows to Morgan's jaw and goes for scoop slam but Morgan Double Axe Handles Gray in the neck! Darian is stunned and is met with an Exploder Suplex into the nearby turnbuckles! The crowd oohs and aahs from the crowd. Morgan pulls Darian out of the corner and makes the cover.

One 

Tw-Kick out!

Carter: Quick kick out there!

Morgan tries to go for another cover but Darian gets a grapevine around Morgan's neck in a triangle choke!

Carter: Oh no! Darian's got Morgan's good arm trapped! There's no way Morgan can fight out of this with the bad arm!

Bennett: Gray’s artistic ingenuity involves quick victories.

Morgan is scrambling to get his leg to the rope as Darian wrenches down hard wrapping his long legs down in a vice crushing Morgan's larynx with authority. Morgan tries to use his damaged arm and whallops Darian hard across the thigh. The blow seems ineffectual as Morgan scurries and just manages to get the tip of his toe on the nearest bottom rope.

Carter: Morgan just sneaks out!

Bennett: Sum bitch is sneaky!

Darian doesn’t release the hold at first, but by the count of 4 he does as Morgan manages to free himself of the move, his face nearly turning purple in the whole exchange. Morgan catches his breath as Darian takes the time he’s been given to showboat and put his giant frame on display for the masses to see. Nobody was having it as they showered the ReVenant in boos. 

Bennett: Nothing like a little grandstanding and hot dogging! 

Carter: Maybe the ReVenants should focus on winning instead of getting underneath people’s skin! 

Darian finishes his showboating and turns around to a captain of a real boat with a vicious left arm lariat that nearly beheads Gray right then and there! Morgan is starting to feel it, slamming his good fist into his own chest as he started to stomp his feet. Darian returns to his feet and Morgan throws a series of right hands, each jab sending Darian flailing to the ropes but he kept coming back for more! Morgan goes for a fourth left but Darian counters with an instep dip and manages to hoist Morgan up in a Fireman’s Carry and then down with a snap Samoan Drop! Morgan’s carcass hits the canvas as Darian is given a moment of reprieve. 

Aiello: Quick thinking from Darian there, he bought himself some breathing room.

Bennett: You need breathing room when you’re next to a stinking pirate, how long since he seen the inside of a shower, 

smelled a bar of soap? 

Darian gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across Morgan’s chest. Morgan’s body rocks the canvas as Darian quickly hits the ropes again and comes back with another knee, driving the point of it right into Morgan’s sternum! The crowd showers Darian a sea of boos and uniform jeers as Gray waves them off. Darian goes to lift Morgan but the good Captain manages to hit a small package and catch Darian in the pinning predicament!! 

ONE!

TWO!!!

DARIAN POWERS OUTTT!!!

Darian is up on his knees yanking at the shirt tails of the ref to ensure it was just a two. Morgan slowly circles up to his feet and then rushes forward with a series of shoulder tackles that Darian absorbs, bouncing up and down off the mat in an effort to stay on his feet. Morgan hoists Darian up into a bear hug, wrenching at the young lion with a violent fervor that couldn’t be stopped without the aid of a bell clap from Darian! The blow throws off Morgan’s equilibrium as he staggers into the ropes, hanging his arms on the top ropes to keep him vertical. Darian’s eyes fill with a violent rage as he rushes forward at Morgan with all the violent fury that dwelled inside of him.

Aiello: Morgan’s on the ropes, creating some distance between the two. 

Bennett: Darian’s got that look in his eye!! I like it!! 

Darian rushes forward with a full head of steam, like a freight train running on a jet engine. Darian lunged forward and delivers a shoulder strike right into Morgan’s gut, a vicious SPEAR that sends both Darian and Morgan through the top and middle rope and onto the ringside mats with a large THUMP!! 

“OOOOUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!”

Roared the crowd in shock and awe as the giant slab of human flesh amounting to well over five hundred pounds. Both men were down as the referee made the count, both men unmoving and lifeless! 

1

2

3

4

Darian and Morgan begin to stir. 

6

7

Darian is at the stairs, using them to pull himself up. Morgan’s using the ring curtain like a hangman’s rope to pull himself to salvation! 

8

Darian on his feet, he hobbles over to the ring! Morgan’s at the bottom of the apron! 

9!

Both men shoot underneath the bottom rope just before the count could be made that would have caused a double count out. Darian and Morgan are both slowly getting up to their feet as the crowd as at a feverpitch! 

Morgan manages to kick Darian in the gut, lifting him up in a modified tombstone piledriver position! 

Carter: Skulln’crossbones! Morgan hits it!!! 

Darian’s head crashes into the canvas and Morgan makes the cover. 

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!! 

DING DING DING

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

Alestorm’s toe tapping jams begin to play over the loudspeaker as a fortunate Captain Darkwater celebrates another hard fought win. 

Aiello: Morgan scores the win here against a very game Darian Gray. 

Carter: Darian has nothing to be ashamed of here, he gave it his all and his best and Morgan just happened to have it in him to pull the victory. 

Aiello: Gray has impressed me with his effort here tonight. He took the International Champion to his very limits and was in this match every step of the way. So while he might not have gained a victory tonight, this is a huge step in the right direction for Gray and his future with BRAWl and the EWC

Carter: Agreed, and Darkwater shows us all once again why he's the International Champion and will pose a serious threat to winning the StrangleMania Main Event and keep the Undisputed Championship on BRAWL

Bennett: It’s all horseshit you ask this sum’ bitch right here. Or should I say Seahorse Shit for our dear Captain? 

Aiello: We will be back with more BRAWL action right after this ..

 

Carter: He did it! Morgan did it! Darian Gray pulled out all the stops - 

Aiello: Some cheaper and more underhanded than others.

Carter: He gave Morgan absolute hell, taking the big man apart from his already-injured arms to his feet... but it just wasn't enough to topple the EWC's Buttkicking Buccaneer and International Champion, Captain Morgan Darkwater.

Bennett: I call bullshit! Has that mangy Morgan been tested for performance-enhancing substances? Cybernetic implants? Something's suspicious about this monster, he just won't stay down!

Aiello: It's called indomitable fighting spirit, Steve - look it up.

Morgan is climbing the turnbuckles, holding his International title aloft to the deafening cheers of the fans. He pats the centre-plate and points back to the entrance stage where and LED display reminds us "Stranglemania - 14 Days Away!" His shouts are inaudible, drowned by the cheers, so Jessica Stroup climbs into the ring and stands by for an interview. Morgan climbs down from the turnbuckle, catches sight of her and saunters over, draping the belt back over his shoulder.

Stroup: Captain Morgan Darkwater, a moment of your time please?

Captain Darkwater: By all means, Miss Stroup...

Stroup: Captain, you've been through quite the ordeal as of late, not just in that hard fought match we just witnessed, but throughout the last couple weeks. The ReVenants have attacked you with all sorts of weapons, some wrapped in barbed-wire, and even cut into you arm with your own sword... they seem to be determined to tear you apart, both physically and mentally, and you have to assume their efforts are focused on sabotaging your chances at Stranglemania of becoming the new Undisputed Champion.

Captain Darkwater: Aye, it be an' obvious case o' jealousy, plain an' simple. Ye see, Carner an' his clowns, they like t' talk a big game, like t' remind us all that they be th' top dogs 'round here, that no one be better than those four dogs an' a monkey...

Stroup: I believe Dino is a chimpanzee...?

Captain Darkwater: I was talkin' 'bout Williams! Regardless, the truth o' th' matter be this: fer all their claims o' bein' th' best o' th' best, what do they got t' show fer it? One TV title reign 'tween 'em, an' a belt they had t' make-up just t' feel important! Hardly th' definition o' greatness... nay, they - an' 'specially Carner - be jealous o' Captain Morgan Darkwater, 'cause Captain Morgan Darkwater has achieved more than they, an' he has done so alone, an' he has done it first. TV Champion - first. International Champion - first, an' still goin' strong. An' come Stranglemania? Th' new EWC Undisputed Champion... first.

A chant goes around the arena, breaking the flow of the interview.

UNDISPUTED CAPTAIN!!

UNDISPUTED CAPTAIN!!

UNDISPUTED CAPTAIN!!

Stroup: So you believe you still have a strong chance going into Stranglemania of coming away from it with the biggest title of them all? Surely you can't be 100% after the extreme abuse your body has been put through in the last few weeks?

Captain Darkwater: Aye, I may not be 100% thanks t' the combined efforts o' th' damned ReVenants an' whoe'er the hells ambushed me an' me Revolution partners last night on FSW, but let me ask ye somethin'... have ye e'er known Captain Morgan Darkwater to not give each an' e'ery match his all, fightin' tooth an' claw an' givin' his opponents hell regardless o' his physical condition? Or do ye know Captain Morgan Darkwater t' be a man wit' an unstoppable fighter's spirit, a man who knows nay quit, nay surrender, a man who absolutely, positively will not stop his relentless crusade 'til he either achieves th' victory, or is completely unable t' continue - a state, may I remind ye, that very few in this business have e'er managed t' bring the Captain to?

Stroup: Well, you have made a career from defying the odds, achieving the impossible and snatching victory from the jaws of defeat countless times... so you're saying you'll continue doing that going into Stranglemania?

Captain Darkwater: I not be just sayin' it, Miss Stroup. I be swearin' it, right here in front o' th' entire EWC Universe an' all me fans across the globe - Captain Morgan Darkwater be goin' into that main event, an' he be bringin' hell's fury wit' him! He will not rest, he will not relent, he absolutely will not quit until he becomes ye new Undisputed Champion... or damn near dies tryin'!

The Captain nods and smiles before climbing out of the ring and starts heading back up the ramp to the cheers and chants of the crowd.

Carter: Wow... there goes the International Champion, strong and defiant as ever regardless of the punishment tolled upon him!

Aiello: You're telling me... if nothing Darian could do here tonight was enough to put the Captain away, you have to ask yourself if any of his opponents in that Champions match for the Undisputed title have what it takes! Morgan is a man on a mission, and he's just put all his opponents on notice!

Bennett: Ehh, I hope Luke Wolfe kicks his damn teeth in and Ace King beats him worse than he did in the Doomsday Cage Match back on StableWars! He beat the puffed-up pirate once, dammit he can do it again!

Aiello: You'd rather see the Undisputed belt around the waist of a Rampage superstar than adorning the shoulder of the Captain? Just when I thought you couldn't get any worse...

Carter: Despite what my more biased commentary partner might have you believe, folks, I think it's safe to say we are looking at one of the strongest contenders for the Undisputed Championship in Captain Morgan Darkwater - does anyone else in that match have what it takes to topple the beastly buccaneer? That's Stranglemania - our Brawl main event, Ruthann Hunter vs Dominic Sanders, is going ahead regardless of the prior attacks, and that match... is next!

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
BEST 2 OUT OF 3 PINFALLS MATCH
WINNER BECOMES SOLE TELEVISION CHAMPION
& BOOKS THEMSELVES INTO THE MAIN EVENT OF STRANGLEMANIA XIII
DOMINIC SANDERS
VS RUTHANN HUNTER

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Bennett: It’s main event time, sum bitches! You best pay attention or you’re in line for some lip smacks! 

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.

Announcer Name: From Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at 285 pounds. He is one half of the EWC Television Champion! 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. 

Du du du du-du du du

Du du du du du-du du du

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

Some legends are told

Some turn to dust or to gold

But you will remember me

Remember me for centuries

And just one mistake

Is all it will take.

We'll go down in history

Remember me for centuries

Hey, hey, hey

Remember me for centuries

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

Jessica Stroup: Making her way down to the ring, she is the co-holder of the Television Championship….RUTHANN HUNTER!!

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. 

Carter: We're ready to get this one going here tonight!!

DING DING DING

Dominic Sanders walked straight up to Ruthann and holds the hand out for a good ol’ fashioned honorable handshake. The crowd howls for Ruthann not to do it, but Ruthann is quite the good hearted person who looks for the good in anybody. She is reluctant, almost hesitant even as she extends her arm out. Dominic shakes it, no funny business or spitting, just a good ol’ fashion handshake with a firm grasp and everything. Ruthann breaks the handshake and nods her head, Dominic nods his head as he quickly points behind her yelling at top note warning her of the oncoming danger! Ruthann violently turns around in lieu of all the nonsense that’s happened tonight. Ruthann whips around and Dominic quickly rolls her up with a school boy roll up and a handful of tights that the referee can’t quite see as he makes the count! 

Carter: No! No! Not like this!! 

ONE!

TWO!!!!

Aiello: KICK OUT! 

THREEE!!!!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of the first fall! Dominic Sanders! 

Bennett: Haha! Hot damn! He pulled himself a fast one on ol’ Ruthie there, didn’t he!? 

Ruthann is at her knees with a look of frustration and disappointment as the referee lets her know her shoulders were indeed down. Dominic does a series of squats, making each one look so effortless as he lets a cocky sneer and smirk cross his arrogant lips. Ruthann nods and smirks, she can give him that one. Dominic makes light of the whole situation, offering another handshake while giving a very smug grin. Ruthann looks down at the hand, and then at Dominic with a big grin on her face. She shakes the hand but quickly uses it to yank Dominic into a Double Arm DDT! Dominic’s head bounces off the canvas with a thud. 

Carter: What a move! What a move! 

Aiello: Can she follow it up!? 

Ruthann is a spitfire, coming at Dominic with a furious violent frenzy, elbows, forearms, knees, shins, any appendage on her frame she could use as a beat stick, she did. Dominic manages to shove Ruthann into a nearby corner, the back of her head bouncing off the top turnbuckle as she hits the canvas. Dominic is given a moment to recover as he counts his teeth. 

Aiello: What a move, now Sanders has a moment to catch his breath after that onslaught. 

Bennett: That’s the second wisest thing he’s done all match thus far. 

Dominic circles up to his feet, yanking Hunter up to her feet and then up onto his shoulder and brings Ruthann down hard with an inverted Atomic Drop! Ruthann stumbles around the ring and into a nearby corner. Sanders rushes in and delivers a pinpoint accuracy big boot right to Ruthann’s jaw. The blow sends her tumbling to the floor as Sanders makes the cover, hooking both legs to increase the chances of scoring the win! 

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT BY HUNTER!!! 

Sanders is demanding the referee count again but is quickly snapped up in a crucifix roll up as Ruthann has Sanders shoulders down for the count!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Jessica Stroup: The winner of the second fall, Ruthann Hunter~!!!!!

Aiello: There’s life in the ol’ girl just yet! Ruthann with a surprise roll up! The look on Sanders’ face is priceless!!! 

Sanders is coercing the referee that his shoulders were up but the officials decision stands firm. Dominic’s eyes become bloodshot like he’s ready to beat Ruthann like a red headed stepchilld who owes you money and stole all your stuff. Ruthann staggers to her feet as Dominic rushes her with a lariat, Hunter ducking underneath and counters with a snap backdrop suplex! Sanders’ head bounces off the canvas as he clutches his neck, Ruthann hooking the legs and then stomping Sanders head into the canvas with a stomp.

Aiello: Eat The Mat from Ruthann there! Sanders in trouble. 

Bennett: You know what I’d like to eat? 

Carter: Don’t be gross.
 

Bennett: What? Arby’s. The hell is wrong you with guys? 

Ruthann makes the cover, looking for another quick pinfall. 

ONE!

TWO

KICKOUT BY SANDERS!!! 

Ruthann pulls Sanders up by his ear, twisting it as Sanders writhes in pain. Ruthann goes for a lariat, but Dominic ducks underneath and then hoists Hunter up and then down with a powerful SPINEBUSTER! Dominic quickly lassos her legs in a cloverleaf and goes for the submission victory. 

Bennett: Oooh, Saint Patrick’s Day is coming! 

Aiello: Ruthann in a bad way here!! 

Ruthann flails her arms about and tries desperately to release herself from the dreaded Texas Bluebonnett, her movements become more drawn out, exaggerated and desperate as she tries to flee the confines of the dreaded submission move that was leaving her paralyzed in pain. 

Carter: The pain is evident on Ruthann’s face!! Is she going to tap!!? 

Ruthann is swinging her arms around, trying her darndest not to give it up but it seems all too close! Her arms up! 

Bennett: She’s gonna tap!! 

Her arm goes higher and then comes down on the bottle rope!! 

Aiello: Ruthann’s still in this one!! 

The referee berates Dominic who isn’t quick to release the hold but eventually does. Dominic makes a cut throat gesture and then signifies he’s ready to end this one right here and now. Ruthann slowly makes her way up to her feet, her stance wobbly on such harmed legs. Ruthann turns around and eats a boot to the gut, Dominic goes to hoist her up for a T-Bone Suplex but Ruthann throws a back elbow into Sander’s jaw! Dominic stumbles away from Ruthann who rushes forward with a big boot to Dominic’s chest! The blow staggers Dominic who goes into a nearby corner. Ruthann wipes the hair out of her face as she tries to keep herself composed. 

Carter: This is anybody’s ballgame at this point, when is it going to end? It’s anybody’s guess at this point.

Bennett: My breath is full of anticipation and mentos, because I spent all morning drinking. 

Dominic gestures for one last hand shake to Ruthann but Ruth quickly kicks the hand and Dominic spins around going for a discus lariat. Ruthann rolls under Sanders with a school boy roll up! Ruthann bridges her legs up high, Sanders' knees practically almost buried into his own shoulders. 

ONE!

TWO!!!!!

THREEE!!!!

DING DING DING

Jessica Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND THE SOLE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION!!! RUTHANN!!! HUNTERRR!!!!!!!

The crowd is on it's feet in a furious frenzy of roaring approval as the cheers nearly blow the roof off the entire place. Ruthann is handed the EWC Television Champion with a look of accomplishment, conviction and humble gratitude is displayed all over her facial features. Sanders is on his knees with wide eyes, he can't believe what has just happened! 

Bennett: Sum' bitch did it! She did it!

Carter: Against all odds, against one of the most premiere athletes and greatest signings in BRAWL history, Ruthann Hunter has declared herself the sole undisputed Television Champion! She's secured her spot in the main event of StrangleMania! This is huge! 

Aiello: This is such a tough match because you know how much that championship means to these two, they gave it their all and used the best tricks they had up their sleeve. Nothing to be ashamed of for Sanders, just wasn't his night. 

Ruthann holds the Television Championship high above her head in one hand as she stands up on the second rope. The smile on her face is clear as day and as wide as the sea. She's brimming with a sense of pride that radiates from her being and permeates through her every movement. 

Carter: We are out of time here tonight ladies and gentlemen! Signing off for Bennett and Aiello, goodnight everybody!! 

[MNB]

END CREDITS

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: David Miller
MATCH TWO: Nostalgia
MATCH THREE: Luke Wolfe
MATCH FOUR: Luke Wolfe
MATCH FIVE: Luke Wolfe
MATCH SIX: Neo James Carner
MAIN EVENT: Neo James Carner

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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SINGLES MATCH
JUSTIN MATTHEWS (N/S)
VS DAVID MILLER
WINNER: David Miller

SINGLES MATCH
KENDRICK KROSS
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
WINNER: Kendrick Kross

SINGLES MATCH
KEITH WILLIAMS
VS AMIS SHELTON
WINNER: Keith Williams

SINGLES MATCH
ROB GARCIA
VS GRIFFIN HAWKINS
WINNER: Rob Garcia

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
NEO JAMES CARNER
VS AJ JOHNSON
VS NOSTALGIA
WINNER: Nostalgia

NON TITLE MATCH
DARIAN GRAY
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
WINNER: Morgan Darkwater

TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
DOMINIC SANDERS
VS RUTHANN HUNTER
WINNER: Ruthann Hunter (and once again sole EWC Television Champion)

BRAWL 505 MVP: Ruthann Hunter, Dominic Sanders & Keith Williams


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