Post by MNB on Jun 11, 2018 20:51:22 GMT -6
WARNING:
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #508 | JUNE 11TH 2018LIVE! from the U.S. Bank Stadium, Minneapolis, Minnesota
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
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 #507 in Boston
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, Dominic Sanders, Justin Matthews, David Miller, Ruthann Hunter, Griffin Hawkins, Nostalgia, Orianna Johnson, Morgan Darkwater, Amis Shelton, AJ Johnson, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Donkey Punch, Bishop Church, Mike McGuire, Emma Louise, Charlie Hardin, Natalie Young, and Vannah White.
We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl:
Ruthann Hunter with the Television Championship
Nostalgia with the X-Division Championship
Morgan Darkwater with the International Championship
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy at the U.S Bank Stadium is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the stadium 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
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the stadium, some reading
"Ruthann the Champ!"
"We Want Emma Louise!"
"REEK of Awesomeness!"
"Why, Captain, Why?!"
"K2-D2"
"EWC4LIFE"
and "Not Safe For Walruses"
As the camera pans around the stadium once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight.
A thick layer of fog circles the stadium, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the stadium 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.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the stadium, some reading
"Ruthann the Champ!"
"We Want Emma Louise!"
"REEK of Awesomeness!"
"Why, Captain, Why?!"
"K2-D2"
"EWC4LIFE"
and "Not Safe For Walruses"
As the camera pans around the stadium once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
Aiello: Welcome everyone to a sold out US Bank Stadium in Minneapolis, Minnesota! Do not adjust your television sets, because we are LIVE! I'm Joe Aiello and, with me as usual, are Steve Bennett and Max Carter. It is great to be back on Monday Night BRAWL!
Bennett: And that was a nice nearly two-month vacation that we had!
Carter: You mean 'hiatus' don't you, Steve?
Bennett: No. I mean vacation! I spent nearly a month of it on the beach and I almost didn't come back!
Aiello: Regardless, we are glad to be back and we have an action-packed evening in store for you! Seven matches, to be exact! And the folks here in Minneapolis have been dying for this night to come!
Bennett: LITERALLY! I read the Minneapolis obituaries the other day and there have been a couple of fans pass away in the last two months while they waited!
Carter: Would you cut that out, Steve? We will start our evening with relative newcomer Charlie Hardin taking on Anthony Grunge!
Bennett: And then one of my personal favorites, REEK, will do work on Kendrick Kross and put his ass away!
Aiello: Jay Thunder, Griffin Hawkins, Donkey Punch, and your International Champion Captain Morgan Darkwater will all be in action tonight. Many people don't think that BRAWL can top what we saw on the last episode of Rampage, especially given the long hiatus we have been under. But I think that we've got the tools to do it tonight!
Bennett: You know, usually I wouldn’t give those Z-List clowns the time of day, let alone give them a mention on our superior show, but since President Mac is really hammering home this inter-brand cooperation crap, and as the Rampage chumps were kind enough to let us handle their Main Event, I gotta say - what an amazing end to an otherwise borefest of a show!
Carter: What I believe my commentary partner is referring to is, of course, the startling and unexpected return of Captain Morgan Darkwater, someone you usually hate to talk about, Steve.
Bennett: Hell, yeah… but that was the old, boring goody-goody Morgan! This guy we saw last Friday night? That guy is a bonafide badass and one mean hombre… I mean, did you see the way he totally demolished that shaved gorilla Nostalgia? And now he’s Rob Garcia’s new tag-team partner, sure to become a whole new dominating force in the division! It’s a glorious new age, fellas, suck it up.
The arena falls dark as the opening bars of “The Sunk’n Norwegian” by Alestorm kick in through the PA system. But for the first time since maybe its debut when it was met with mocking jeers, the theme song was this time met not with raucous cheers, but with howling boos… boos that only amplified when the spotlight fell upon the hulking figure of Captain Morgan Darkwater!
Carter: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear…!
Bennett: Don’t listen to these weak sheep, Captain! You got the only things you need to worry about over your broad-as-fuck shoulders!
His stony gaze surveys the seas of disapproving and protesting fans, his expression sullen, mouth twisted in a pained grimace as he shifted the weight of not just his International Championship over his right shoulder, but one-half of the Tag Team titles that now adorned his left shoulder. Chest rising with a long, deep breath, the monstrous pirate began his slow, determined stride down the ramp, the camera pulling close to take in the upset, pained and confused expressions of the fans in the front rows, wrenching hands reaching out over the barriers as if trying to grab him and shake some sense into him. The Captain ignored them as best he could, cold gaze set firmly ahead as he mounted the ring apron and climbed over the top ropes. Without a word, he took the microphone from Jessica Stroup and immediately brought it to his lips.
Captain Darkwater: Will ye please cut th’ music? I ‘spressly requested ye not t’ play it in th’ first place… I don’t deserve it, not t’day…
His gravelly voice trails off as the level of boos reaches another deafening crescendo, the Captain patiently waiting for it to subside, his expression remorseful.
Bennett: Hey! Quit it with the boos, you mooks! Respect the Champ!
The boos finally die down to an unhappy rumbling, and Morgan takes another deep breath.
Captain Morgan: Ye see, t’day be a tough day fer me… I’d intended t’ come out ‘ere an’ celebrate th’ fact that I now be th’ longest-reignin’ International Champion in EWC history, but recent events ‘ave pretty much soured that particular accomplishment…
More boos, though this time mixed with a few awkward and uncertain cheers for his record-breaking achievement.
Bennett: These losers don’t know greatness when they see it - they should be on their damned feet applauding!
Aiello: Weren’t you always the first to call Morgan a sham, and an unworthy champion…?
Bennett: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Take your pills, old man.
The Captain shifts the two belts once again before bringing the microphone back up to continue.
Captain Morgan: Fer what it be worth? I’m still proud beyond words t’be yer International Champion, an’ t’be settin’ new records in this damned fine company… but ye don’t want t’ hear about that championship… ye want t’ know what my involvement wit’ this tag-team title be, an’ just what in th’ Seven Hells happened last Friday night on Rampage.
He retrieves the Tag Team belt from his shoulder, and holds it in his free hand. He goes to continue when a sign catches his eye, causing him to beckon the nearby camera to focus on it. When the camera swings over to the fan in question, their face is contorted in anguish as they hold up the sign “WHY, CAPTAIN, WHY?!” When the camera focuses on Morgan again, he’s pacing the ring.
Captain Morgan: Ye see that…? Th’ question that be on e’eryone’s lips. All weekend, all I been hearin’ is that: Why, Captain Morgan Darkwater, why? Why return from a mysterious month-long absence in such drastic an’ uncharacteristic fashion? Why attack Nostalgia th’ way ye did, wit’out provocation or reason? Why ally yer’self wit’ a loathsome cur like Rob Garcia o’ all people? Why? Are ye so obsessively focused on gainin’ as much EWC gold as possible that it no longer matters how dishonourably, how despicably, how downright criminally ye go about makin’ it happen? Have ye nay honour any more, Captain? Why, Captain… Why?
He pauses as chants of “WHY, CAPTAIN, WHY?!” start filling the arena, and he nods softly, accepting their condemnation before continuing.
Captain Morgan: T’ start, I must address Mr Lutter… Nostalgia. What happened last week, that were nothin’ personal, I assure ye… I ‘ave nothin’ but th’ utmost respect an’ admiration for ye, Sir. I love ye like a brother, an’ it pained me deeply t’ ‘ave t’ come out there an’ do what I did t’ ye… but if it hadn’t be ye, it would’ve been th’ next person Garcia faced, or the one after that… I take nay pleasure o’er what transpired, an’ I definitely take nay comfort in th’ knowledge that what I did has lead t’ this, t’ e’eryone in this arena - an’ around th’ world watchin’ at home - t’ turn their backs against me, as rightly they should… an’ if ye be one o’ those people, Mr Lutter, if we be enemies now, then so be it. Just know that I accept my fate with a heavy heart.
Bennett: I… I… I don’t understand. Why isn’t the Captain rubbing his humiliation of that overgrown ape in Nostalgia and these fans faces? Why’s he… ugh, apologising?
Aiello: It would seem, as is often the case with the Captain, that not everything is as clean-cut as the events last Friday might have made them appear. There may be more to his actions than anyone suspected…
Captain Morgan: Ye see, life can be unexpected, erratic an’ unfer’giving; ye can spend th’ best o’ ye days planning yer future out t’ th’ most minute detail… an’ life will just crash in like a tsunami an’ wash those plans clean away, leaving’ ye wit’ little choice but t’ make do wit’ th’ remnants it left behind. An’ sometimes that means that ye ‘ave to do something wrong t’ do what is right in th’ long-run, an’ that’s what happened last Friday night. Like I said, me actions against Nostalgia were nothin’ personal, an’ in fact had nothin’ t’do wit’ th’ man, an’ e’erything t’do wit’ Rob Garcia an’ th’ loathsome worm o’ his, Mr Noon… It were that man that --
The Captain’s microphone is abruptly silenced and he goes on for a few moments, oblivious. When he finally notices, he glowers at the mic, tapping the head of it several times and flicking the switch on and off, yelling into it vainly. His efforts are eventually interrupted by a new voice.
Voice: Uh-uh-uhh! Not so fast, Mr Darkwater!
The camera switches back to the main stage as none other than Jeff Noon himself steps out into the spotlight, microphone in hand and a smug smile plastered firmly on his face.
Jeff Noon: I had the kind people backstage cut the connection to your microphone before you could do yourself a disservice and break our contractually agreed confidentiality agreement… you remember that, don’t you, Captain? The one that allows you to hold that Tag Team title belt on the condition that you expressly refrain from discussing the business of myself, my client Rob Garcia, or the manner in which we procured your services. You wouldn’t want to break that contract now, would you?
The Captain shoots him a baleful glare, leaning over the top-rope as he shouts something incoherent that’s drowned by the confused roars of the crowd. Jeff Noon merely smirks, shrugs and taps his ear softly.
Jeff Noon: I’m sorry, what was that? I’ll just take that as an informed “yes.” So, without further ado, allow me to introduce the first and greater half of this devastating tag-team coalition… Rob Garcia!!
The ReMnant swaggers out to overwhelming boos, but laps them up like they were cheers, the massive grin on his face unshakeable as he tilts down his sunglasses to stare at Morgan with excited eyes. He holds the other Tag Team title aloft in his right hand, and his own tailored Undefeated title in his left as Jeff claps. After he’s done peacocking, he exchanges the belts with Noon’s microphone and begins strutting the length of the stage, too excited to stand still.
Rob Garcia: Wooooo!! Can you feel it, boys and girls? The Winds of Fortune blow hard, blow strong, and blow like a hooker with an oral-fixation, in the direction of everyone’s favourite ReMnant, Rob Garcia, yeah! Man, I’m so freaking hyped! Captain… Cap’n… Cappy! No one saw you coming, man, Friday night was a masterpiece, a goddamn Picasso - no, wait, that’s what Nostalgia looked like when you were done with him, hah! Hoo boy… breathe, Robby, breathe…
Captain Morgan, eyes narrowed to fuming slits, has climbed over the top ropes and hopped off the apron at this point and is slowly stalking his way back up the ramp. But if Garcia noticed this, he either didn’t feel threatened, or just didn’t care as he went on regardless.
Rob Garcia: You say everyone was asking you “Why, Captain, Why?!” all weekend? Man, that’s nothing…! For months I’ve had my phone, my emails, press conferences, faxes and freaking smoke-signals all blowing up asking the same question… “Who, Rob, Who?” Who was your mystery partner, who could possibly be worthy to hold that second title and help you to dominate the division like an overly-aggressive pimp daddy? Who is it, and when will you reveal them? Well now you know, bitches! Rob Garcia went and got himself a monstrous mutineer, hell yeah!
The Captain is at the foot of the stage by this point, and looks set to lunge at Garcia when Jeff Noon surprises everyone by stepping in between the two of them.
Carter: Is Noon looking to get flattened? We all saw what the Captain did to Nostalgia, and that man is built and trained to fight! Jeff is five-feet of nothing, he could get seriously hurt!
But even more surprisingly, Noon’s actions stop Morgan in his tracks, shoulders heaving as his glaring gaze switches from Garcia to the smaller man, and back again. Rob is loving every moment.
Rob Garcia: That’s right, Cap’n Crunch, don’t do anything you might regret! Our contract was pretty clear on how you’re to conduct yourself around me and Jeff. If you lay a finger on either of us other than to tag me into a match, the contract in null and void and you… well, you know exactly what would happen, don’t you? Now, I can forgive your manhandling me last Friday, put it down to the excitement and heat of the moment, but you watch your step from now on, big buddy - you hear me? Well? HUH?
Morgan takes a step forward, Noon pushing him back as best a weedy man could against a beast of the Captain’s stature, but it seems to be enough as Morgan’s shoulders sag and he steps back again. Suddenly, their stalemate is interrupted by BRAWL GM Victor Price up on the jumbo-tron.
Victor Price: Now this… this is something I never thought I’d see, an impossible partnership made possible. I’m not gonna question it, or even condemn your actions on Rampage - god knows they needed the ratings boost - but I am going to have to inform you guys that, technically, the Captain is not the other Tag Team Champion. Not yet, anyway… no, he still needs to successfully defend the title with you before that happens, Garcia. But I want to see if you two can actually work together as a team before I even think of sanctioning a title match. That’s why, next week, you’ll be facing a team to be announced later in the show!
The three men remain standing in their heated stalemate as Price goes off of the screen. Garcia finally breaks it with a laugh, patting the Captain on the chest and shouting “See ya next week big man!” before gesturing for Jeff to follow him out, leaving the Captain alone on the stage, silently fuming as the crowds don’t know exactly how to react.
Carter: You heard it here first, folks. Morgan may hold the gold, but he doesn’t have the title - not until he successfully defends!
Aiello: And you have to wonder if he’s in any mindset to work with Rob Garcia, who obviously holds some manner of control over the Captain! I knew Friday night’s events weren’t so black-and-white, but now I have even more questions!
Bennett: I’m not sure how I feel about this… I mean, kudos to Garcia for getting a leash on that lummox Morgan, but man I was really hoping Darkwater had embraced his darker side.
Aiello: Yes, well, all that aside… there is still a ton of action to come tonight. In an exciting crossover match, FSW Champion Xavier Reid comes over to BRAWL for the evening to take on Dominic Sanders. And Steve, how about the news we have recently received about FSW?
Bennett: What, that they moved to Tuesday nights?
Carter: No, Steve. I believe Joe was mostly referring to Jaden "Xplode" Hunter taking over Future Stars!
Aiello: That I was. Additionally, we will see Ruthann Hunter look to defend her Television Championship against one half of NSFW, Bishop Church.
Bennett: Last we saw, Church was swinging for the fences on Rampage with a steel chair, something that makes me wonder what he was on that night! He must've had flashbacks to that deer that Mike McGuire hit with her car!
Carter: And, in our Main Event, EWC X-Division Champion Nostalgia defends his title against David Miller in a ladder match!
Aiello: We will get to this jam-packed night after a brief word from EWCTV! Don't go anywhere!
Bennett: And that was a nice nearly two-month vacation that we had!
Carter: You mean 'hiatus' don't you, Steve?
Bennett: No. I mean vacation! I spent nearly a month of it on the beach and I almost didn't come back!
Aiello: Regardless, we are glad to be back and we have an action-packed evening in store for you! Seven matches, to be exact! And the folks here in Minneapolis have been dying for this night to come!
Bennett: LITERALLY! I read the Minneapolis obituaries the other day and there have been a couple of fans pass away in the last two months while they waited!
Carter: Would you cut that out, Steve? We will start our evening with relative newcomer Charlie Hardin taking on Anthony Grunge!
Bennett: And then one of my personal favorites, REEK, will do work on Kendrick Kross and put his ass away!
Aiello: Jay Thunder, Griffin Hawkins, Donkey Punch, and your International Champion Captain Morgan Darkwater will all be in action tonight. Many people don't think that BRAWL can top what we saw on the last episode of Rampage, especially given the long hiatus we have been under. But I think that we've got the tools to do it tonight!
Bennett: You know, usually I wouldn’t give those Z-List clowns the time of day, let alone give them a mention on our superior show, but since President Mac is really hammering home this inter-brand cooperation crap, and as the Rampage chumps were kind enough to let us handle their Main Event, I gotta say - what an amazing end to an otherwise borefest of a show!
Carter: What I believe my commentary partner is referring to is, of course, the startling and unexpected return of Captain Morgan Darkwater, someone you usually hate to talk about, Steve.
Bennett: Hell, yeah… but that was the old, boring goody-goody Morgan! This guy we saw last Friday night? That guy is a bonafide badass and one mean hombre… I mean, did you see the way he totally demolished that shaved gorilla Nostalgia? And now he’s Rob Garcia’s new tag-team partner, sure to become a whole new dominating force in the division! It’s a glorious new age, fellas, suck it up.
The arena falls dark as the opening bars of “The Sunk’n Norwegian” by Alestorm kick in through the PA system. But for the first time since maybe its debut when it was met with mocking jeers, the theme song was this time met not with raucous cheers, but with howling boos… boos that only amplified when the spotlight fell upon the hulking figure of Captain Morgan Darkwater!
Carter: Speak of the devil, and he shall appear…!
Bennett: Don’t listen to these weak sheep, Captain! You got the only things you need to worry about over your broad-as-fuck shoulders!
His stony gaze surveys the seas of disapproving and protesting fans, his expression sullen, mouth twisted in a pained grimace as he shifted the weight of not just his International Championship over his right shoulder, but one-half of the Tag Team titles that now adorned his left shoulder. Chest rising with a long, deep breath, the monstrous pirate began his slow, determined stride down the ramp, the camera pulling close to take in the upset, pained and confused expressions of the fans in the front rows, wrenching hands reaching out over the barriers as if trying to grab him and shake some sense into him. The Captain ignored them as best he could, cold gaze set firmly ahead as he mounted the ring apron and climbed over the top ropes. Without a word, he took the microphone from Jessica Stroup and immediately brought it to his lips.
Captain Darkwater: Will ye please cut th’ music? I ‘spressly requested ye not t’ play it in th’ first place… I don’t deserve it, not t’day…
His gravelly voice trails off as the level of boos reaches another deafening crescendo, the Captain patiently waiting for it to subside, his expression remorseful.
Bennett: Hey! Quit it with the boos, you mooks! Respect the Champ!
The boos finally die down to an unhappy rumbling, and Morgan takes another deep breath.
Captain Morgan: Ye see, t’day be a tough day fer me… I’d intended t’ come out ‘ere an’ celebrate th’ fact that I now be th’ longest-reignin’ International Champion in EWC history, but recent events ‘ave pretty much soured that particular accomplishment…
More boos, though this time mixed with a few awkward and uncertain cheers for his record-breaking achievement.
Bennett: These losers don’t know greatness when they see it - they should be on their damned feet applauding!
Aiello: Weren’t you always the first to call Morgan a sham, and an unworthy champion…?
Bennett: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Take your pills, old man.
The Captain shifts the two belts once again before bringing the microphone back up to continue.
Captain Morgan: Fer what it be worth? I’m still proud beyond words t’be yer International Champion, an’ t’be settin’ new records in this damned fine company… but ye don’t want t’ hear about that championship… ye want t’ know what my involvement wit’ this tag-team title be, an’ just what in th’ Seven Hells happened last Friday night on Rampage.
He retrieves the Tag Team belt from his shoulder, and holds it in his free hand. He goes to continue when a sign catches his eye, causing him to beckon the nearby camera to focus on it. When the camera swings over to the fan in question, their face is contorted in anguish as they hold up the sign “WHY, CAPTAIN, WHY?!” When the camera focuses on Morgan again, he’s pacing the ring.
Captain Morgan: Ye see that…? Th’ question that be on e’eryone’s lips. All weekend, all I been hearin’ is that: Why, Captain Morgan Darkwater, why? Why return from a mysterious month-long absence in such drastic an’ uncharacteristic fashion? Why attack Nostalgia th’ way ye did, wit’out provocation or reason? Why ally yer’self wit’ a loathsome cur like Rob Garcia o’ all people? Why? Are ye so obsessively focused on gainin’ as much EWC gold as possible that it no longer matters how dishonourably, how despicably, how downright criminally ye go about makin’ it happen? Have ye nay honour any more, Captain? Why, Captain… Why?
He pauses as chants of “WHY, CAPTAIN, WHY?!” start filling the arena, and he nods softly, accepting their condemnation before continuing.
Captain Morgan: T’ start, I must address Mr Lutter… Nostalgia. What happened last week, that were nothin’ personal, I assure ye… I ‘ave nothin’ but th’ utmost respect an’ admiration for ye, Sir. I love ye like a brother, an’ it pained me deeply t’ ‘ave t’ come out there an’ do what I did t’ ye… but if it hadn’t be ye, it would’ve been th’ next person Garcia faced, or the one after that… I take nay pleasure o’er what transpired, an’ I definitely take nay comfort in th’ knowledge that what I did has lead t’ this, t’ e’eryone in this arena - an’ around th’ world watchin’ at home - t’ turn their backs against me, as rightly they should… an’ if ye be one o’ those people, Mr Lutter, if we be enemies now, then so be it. Just know that I accept my fate with a heavy heart.
Bennett: I… I… I don’t understand. Why isn’t the Captain rubbing his humiliation of that overgrown ape in Nostalgia and these fans faces? Why’s he… ugh, apologising?
Aiello: It would seem, as is often the case with the Captain, that not everything is as clean-cut as the events last Friday might have made them appear. There may be more to his actions than anyone suspected…
Captain Morgan: Ye see, life can be unexpected, erratic an’ unfer’giving; ye can spend th’ best o’ ye days planning yer future out t’ th’ most minute detail… an’ life will just crash in like a tsunami an’ wash those plans clean away, leaving’ ye wit’ little choice but t’ make do wit’ th’ remnants it left behind. An’ sometimes that means that ye ‘ave to do something wrong t’ do what is right in th’ long-run, an’ that’s what happened last Friday night. Like I said, me actions against Nostalgia were nothin’ personal, an’ in fact had nothin’ t’do wit’ th’ man, an’ e’erything t’do wit’ Rob Garcia an’ th’ loathsome worm o’ his, Mr Noon… It were that man that --
The Captain’s microphone is abruptly silenced and he goes on for a few moments, oblivious. When he finally notices, he glowers at the mic, tapping the head of it several times and flicking the switch on and off, yelling into it vainly. His efforts are eventually interrupted by a new voice.
Voice: Uh-uh-uhh! Not so fast, Mr Darkwater!
The camera switches back to the main stage as none other than Jeff Noon himself steps out into the spotlight, microphone in hand and a smug smile plastered firmly on his face.
Jeff Noon: I had the kind people backstage cut the connection to your microphone before you could do yourself a disservice and break our contractually agreed confidentiality agreement… you remember that, don’t you, Captain? The one that allows you to hold that Tag Team title belt on the condition that you expressly refrain from discussing the business of myself, my client Rob Garcia, or the manner in which we procured your services. You wouldn’t want to break that contract now, would you?
The Captain shoots him a baleful glare, leaning over the top-rope as he shouts something incoherent that’s drowned by the confused roars of the crowd. Jeff Noon merely smirks, shrugs and taps his ear softly.
Jeff Noon: I’m sorry, what was that? I’ll just take that as an informed “yes.” So, without further ado, allow me to introduce the first and greater half of this devastating tag-team coalition… Rob Garcia!!
The ReMnant swaggers out to overwhelming boos, but laps them up like they were cheers, the massive grin on his face unshakeable as he tilts down his sunglasses to stare at Morgan with excited eyes. He holds the other Tag Team title aloft in his right hand, and his own tailored Undefeated title in his left as Jeff claps. After he’s done peacocking, he exchanges the belts with Noon’s microphone and begins strutting the length of the stage, too excited to stand still.
Rob Garcia: Wooooo!! Can you feel it, boys and girls? The Winds of Fortune blow hard, blow strong, and blow like a hooker with an oral-fixation, in the direction of everyone’s favourite ReMnant, Rob Garcia, yeah! Man, I’m so freaking hyped! Captain… Cap’n… Cappy! No one saw you coming, man, Friday night was a masterpiece, a goddamn Picasso - no, wait, that’s what Nostalgia looked like when you were done with him, hah! Hoo boy… breathe, Robby, breathe…
Captain Morgan, eyes narrowed to fuming slits, has climbed over the top ropes and hopped off the apron at this point and is slowly stalking his way back up the ramp. But if Garcia noticed this, he either didn’t feel threatened, or just didn’t care as he went on regardless.
Rob Garcia: You say everyone was asking you “Why, Captain, Why?!” all weekend? Man, that’s nothing…! For months I’ve had my phone, my emails, press conferences, faxes and freaking smoke-signals all blowing up asking the same question… “Who, Rob, Who?” Who was your mystery partner, who could possibly be worthy to hold that second title and help you to dominate the division like an overly-aggressive pimp daddy? Who is it, and when will you reveal them? Well now you know, bitches! Rob Garcia went and got himself a monstrous mutineer, hell yeah!
The Captain is at the foot of the stage by this point, and looks set to lunge at Garcia when Jeff Noon surprises everyone by stepping in between the two of them.
Carter: Is Noon looking to get flattened? We all saw what the Captain did to Nostalgia, and that man is built and trained to fight! Jeff is five-feet of nothing, he could get seriously hurt!
But even more surprisingly, Noon’s actions stop Morgan in his tracks, shoulders heaving as his glaring gaze switches from Garcia to the smaller man, and back again. Rob is loving every moment.
Rob Garcia: That’s right, Cap’n Crunch, don’t do anything you might regret! Our contract was pretty clear on how you’re to conduct yourself around me and Jeff. If you lay a finger on either of us other than to tag me into a match, the contract in null and void and you… well, you know exactly what would happen, don’t you? Now, I can forgive your manhandling me last Friday, put it down to the excitement and heat of the moment, but you watch your step from now on, big buddy - you hear me? Well? HUH?
Morgan takes a step forward, Noon pushing him back as best a weedy man could against a beast of the Captain’s stature, but it seems to be enough as Morgan’s shoulders sag and he steps back again. Suddenly, their stalemate is interrupted by BRAWL GM Victor Price up on the jumbo-tron.
Victor Price: Now this… this is something I never thought I’d see, an impossible partnership made possible. I’m not gonna question it, or even condemn your actions on Rampage - god knows they needed the ratings boost - but I am going to have to inform you guys that, technically, the Captain is not the other Tag Team Champion. Not yet, anyway… no, he still needs to successfully defend the title with you before that happens, Garcia. But I want to see if you two can actually work together as a team before I even think of sanctioning a title match. That’s why, next week, you’ll be facing a team to be announced later in the show!
The three men remain standing in their heated stalemate as Price goes off of the screen. Garcia finally breaks it with a laugh, patting the Captain on the chest and shouting “See ya next week big man!” before gesturing for Jeff to follow him out, leaving the Captain alone on the stage, silently fuming as the crowds don’t know exactly how to react.
Carter: You heard it here first, folks. Morgan may hold the gold, but he doesn’t have the title - not until he successfully defends!
Aiello: And you have to wonder if he’s in any mindset to work with Rob Garcia, who obviously holds some manner of control over the Captain! I knew Friday night’s events weren’t so black-and-white, but now I have even more questions!
Bennett: I’m not sure how I feel about this… I mean, kudos to Garcia for getting a leash on that lummox Morgan, but man I was really hoping Darkwater had embraced his darker side.
Aiello: Yes, well, all that aside… there is still a ton of action to come tonight. In an exciting crossover match, FSW Champion Xavier Reid comes over to BRAWL for the evening to take on Dominic Sanders. And Steve, how about the news we have recently received about FSW?
Bennett: What, that they moved to Tuesday nights?
Carter: No, Steve. I believe Joe was mostly referring to Jaden "Xplode" Hunter taking over Future Stars!
Aiello: That I was. Additionally, we will see Ruthann Hunter look to defend her Television Championship against one half of NSFW, Bishop Church.
Bennett: Last we saw, Church was swinging for the fences on Rampage with a steel chair, something that makes me wonder what he was on that night! He must've had flashbacks to that deer that Mike McGuire hit with her car!
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The camera opens up outside the U.S. Bank Stadium as Xavier Reid, along wit Nikki Dupree and Tlatoani Volando approach the door where the Brawl stars enter, as they get close a man in a Brawl polo shirt gets to his feet and grabs his clipboard.
Brawl Employee: Name
As Xavier Reid smiles his cousin Tlatoani is the first to speak
Tlatoani Volando: Are you kidding me, you don’t know who this is?
The man in the Brawl polo smiles at Xavier while ignoring Tlatoani
Xavier Reid: How are you Tom?
Brawl Employee: I’m doing well Xavier, welcome back to Brawl.
The two shake hands as he checks Xavier off his list and motions for him to go on in. Xavier along with Nikki and Tlatoani walk into the U.S. Bank Stadium and head down the hallway towards the talent’s locker room. As they walk down the hallway they get a few looks form Brawl employees, maybe it’s because they might not know who they are all or maybe they were offended by Xavier’s strong words he had towards Brawl this week and the us versus them mentality Xavier seems to have embraced for this weeks match. He ignores the looks and whispers as he continue to march down the hallway deeper and deeper inside the U.S. Bank Stadium until he turns the corner and comes face to face with Brawl backstage interviewer Ace Heart, Xavier, having been here before knows the drill and comes to a stop and unzips his bag and pulls out the FSW Championship belt and places it over his shoulder as he hands the bag to his cousin Tlatoani Volando.
Ace Heart: Xavier a lot of heads turned when it was announced nearly two months ago that you would be making your in ring return to the place where you once called home, Brawl, to face someone you seemed to have a bit of an issue with on a popular social media site in previous months…
Xavier Reid: Ace you know better than I do that those in charge here pay zero attention to anything said on Twitter but sadly for Dominic Sanders I do.
Ace Heart: So you took exception with what was said?
Xavier Reid: How could I not, regardless if it was meant to be a joke or not when someone goes as far as to say they would embarrass the FSW Champion on night one my ears perk up at that, because it’s not just a shot and me and this championship but it’s a shot at the FSW and all those that work their asses off there and aren’t recognized by the higher ups so yeah, I took exception.
Ace Heart: One could argue it was clear he was just joking around and you sort overreacted.
Xavier Reid: And they would have an argument towards that, listen I have never been one that was mistaken as level headed…
Tlatoani Volando: Haha, that’s an understatement!
Ace Heart sort of looks past Xavier Reid and his masked cousin
Xavier Reid: But for far too long there has been a perception, whether or not it’s true, but a perception that those not on one of the two main brands are lesser here in EWC, the evil step child they don’t want to take out in public because it might cause too many questions to be asked.
Ace Heart: Xavier, if you don’t mind me getting a little personal, do you think this perception of feeling lesser is something you have build up inside your head because of how your family have viewed you over the majority of your life?
Tlatoani Volando: Hey now…
Xavier Reid: No, it’s a valid question and sure, maybe that plays into or but also maybe I see it quicker and more clearly since I had a lifetime of dealing with this kind of shit, that because you have a certain last name or because you trained in a curtain gym or now because of the show you wrestle in give you a sense of superiority and one thinks they are better without merit, without proving you are indeed better, see Dominic Sanders had no way of knowing whether he beat me inside a ring, how could he right, but because he’s on Brawl and I’m in little old FSW in his mind he is the better man and he would win with ease and he made that proclamation simply because he’s on Brawl and I’m on FSW and even if it was made as a joke there is always a little bit of truth hidden in a harmless joke.
Ace Heart: Yet you seem rather confident that you are going to walk in here tonight, after not being on Brawl in years and have success.
Xavier Reid: Yes I do, see I have gone about things the right way this time around, back then, all those years ago I came in here a cocky little shit that thought he was untouchable…
Tlatoani Volando: And not he’s a cocky well matured shit that thinks he’s untouchable…
Xavier Reid: Thanks Tlatoani…
Tlatoani Volando: No problem, happy to help…
Xavier Reid: I have built myself up once again in FSW to the man that you see now, scored big wins over some of the best in the EWC, not just the FSW BUT THE EWC and tonight when my music plays and I head down to that ring I know I’m going to have to earn it out there and being on a certain show isn’t going to help me one damn second out there. Dominic Sanders called his shot, now here on Brawl, in front of these fine Minneapolis Brawl fans he gets to see if he can in fact backup those words and see if he is in fact the ‘future’ star he claims to be or if he’s just another guy living off the brand he’s on.
Ace Heart: Now wait a min, Dominic Sanders is a former TV Champion…
Xavier Reid: And I AM the FSW Champion, am I supposed to give him credit for holding a belt for a week while he looks right past this championship as if it means nothing or gives me any credit.
Xavier taps the face of the FSW Championship
Xavier Reid: I wasn’t the one running down the TV Championship and implying who holds it is so meaningless that it would be a walk in the park inside that ring with them, so tonight I will teach Dominic Sanders some respect so the next time he thinks about talking about the FSW he will remember this night and think twice before he sees us as a little brother and will respect this championship and whoever holds it at the time, be it me or any other FSW roster member show them the respect they have earned by winning it and realize the only embarrassing thing about all of this...was him and his attitude, now if you excuse me Ace, this is a business trip and I have business to attain to.
Xavier Reid pats Ace Heart on the shoulder and continues to walk down the hallway with Tlatoani Volando and Nikki Dupree in tow.
OPEN CHALLENGE MATCH
EMMA LOUISE WILL MAKE AN OPEN CHALLENGE AT THE START OF THE SHOW
TO WHICH VANNAH WHITE WILL COME OUT AND ACCEPT
ROLEPLAY AS NORMAL - BUT THE MATCH ISN'T ACTUALLY ON THE CARD
VANNAH WHITE
VS EMMA LOUISE
"Neo Geo' plays and Emma Louise dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.
Aiello: Well, it looks like Emma Louise is going to grace us with her presence before we get to Charlie Hardin and Anthony Grunge. As you may already know, Emma Louise wasn't scheduled for a match this week despite being ready and able to compete...
Bennett: Boo hoo! Somebody remind Emma Louise that she isn't entitled to a damn thing around here, including a match!
Carter: Emma Louise has earned her spot, Steve. Despite not being booked this week, you have to appreciate the fact that she is still out here!
Emma Louise grabs a microphone and quickly gravitates to the center mass of the squared circle.
Emma Louise: Hello Minneapolis!!!
Emma Louise holds the microphone high up in the air as the crowd pops for the shout out.
Bennett: I thought she was supposed to be in Boston!
Carter: Be quiet and let her speak, Steve!
Emma Louise: Tonight as you all know, I haven't been given the opportunity to show my talents and perform for you all. So, rather than sit back and sulk about it, I decided to lace up my boots and make the most out of the situation tonight.
Again, the crowd cheers in appreciation for Emma Louise's fighting spirit and eagerness to compete.
Emma Louise: Tonight, I am issuing an open challenge to anyone backstage to face me one on one right here, right now!
Emma Louise lowers the microphone as he turns her attention to the ramp. She holds the microphone down by her side as she patiently awaits her challenger. However, the crowds cheers soon turn into boos as 20 to 30 seconds pass with no further developments.
Emma Louise: Surely there is someone backstage that has the guts to come out here and put on a show for all these great fans in Minneapolis!!!
The crowd pops again but still, no music hits. Emma Louise can only shake her head in disappointment as she lifts the microphone to her lips.
Emma Louise: I'm sorry guys, I wanted to come out here and perform for you all but it looks like there isn't anyone backstage who is willing to give me that opportunity.
Emma Louise continues to shake her head in disappointment as the crowd begins to stir. The camera pans into the first couple of rows where a pretty female fan wearing a ''Shadow Mania'' t-shirt has stood up on her chair waving her hands trying to gain the attention of the crowd.
Bennett: What the hell is going on here? Security, tell that women to sit down!
Carter: It looks like she's heading for the ring!
The fan is being cheered on by fellow fans, as she hops off her chair and begins to head down the arena steps and towards the barricade. She hops over the barricade and looks at Emma Louise from the outside of the ring, enamored by her stature.
Emma Louise: I'm sorry sweet heart, now's not the best time for autographs....
The fan takes a deep breath, slips under the bottom rope and hops up onto her feet. The fan is clearly overwhelmed as she slowly backs up against the turnbuckle while Emma Louise smiles while walking towards her.
Emma Louise: What is your name?
Emma Louise hands the microphone to the fan, who lifts the microphone up to her mouth.
Fan: My name is... Vannah White.
The crowd cheers as Emma Louise takes note and a few steps back while Vannah White continues to speak.
Vannah White: If there isn't anyone backstage that wants to wrestle you, I will.
The smile from Emma Louise's face fades, as she looks to the referee. She shakes her head at the referee out of uncertainty.
After a moment and some persuasion from the crowd, she then exchanges a few words with the referee who walks over to Vannah White and asks if she's sure she wants to go through with the match. Vannah White shakes her head up and down as the referee grabs the microphone and tosses it ringside.
Aiello: It looks like Emma Louise is going to get the chance to compete tonight in an unexpected turn of events!
Bennett: I'm not an Emma Louise fan by any means but she is going to absolutely going to crush this poor girl! What the hell is she thinking? This fan doesn't belong in the ring, get her the hell out of there!
Carter: I say give her a chance, they both are consenting adults and they both look more than ready to go!
The referee has an injury waiver in hand. He hands it over to Vannah White whom grabs a pen and signs her name on the injury waiver.
Bennett: The referee is making her sign a injury waiver, the last thing President Mac needs to deal with is a lawsuit!
Carter: I have to admit, I've never seen anything like this before.
The referee holds up the injury waiver above his head and calls for the bell! The crowd lets out a huge roar and the match is underway!!!
DING DING DING
Vannah, with an unsure look on her face, stands in the corner looking directly into the eyes of Emma Louise. Emma approaches Vannah unsure of what to do herself, as this is a different situation. As Emma gets close to Vannah, Vannah throws half of her body through the ropes, causing the referee to step in and back Emma Louise off. Vannah gets back into the ring and the crowd's excited buzz begins turning into anxiety as they cheer for the two to begin wrestling. Vannah slowly makes her way out of the corner and Emma Louise comes towards her once more. She lunges forward at Vannah, looking to tie it up. However, Vannah ducks underneath the attempt and quickly rolls Emma Louise up.
1
Kickout by Emma Louise.
Aiello: Well this, Vannah White I believe she said her name was, tried to upset Emma Louise quickly here.
Bennett: She doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell here.
Carter: Normally I wouldn't agree with you here, Steve, but you might be right. No one knows who this girl is, but Emma Louise has been in the EWC for three years. She is easily the more experienced fighter in this match.
The two are back up to their feet now. Emma Louise, a little frustrated by the early pin attempt, comes at Vannah quicker now. She goes to kick Vannah in the gut, who quickly side-steps Emma Louise and shoves her into the corner. Emma Louise's chest hits the top turnbuckle, jarring her backwards for a moment. Vannah quickly drops down and rolls Emma Louise up again.
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2
Kickout by Emma Louise.
Carter: This girl is persistent, I will give her that. That was a near-fall for our mystery girl.
The two ladies get up off of the mat quickly, but Vannah is met with a frustrated slap across the face by Emma Louise.
Bennett: Now that HAD to hurt!
Vannah grabs her face, looking into the fiery eyes of Emma Louise. Emma grabs Vannah by the head and locks her up, executing a snap suplex to her unknown opponent. She lifts Vannah up off of the ground and delivers a second snap suplex. Vannah grabs her lower back as she rolls slowly up to her feet. Emma Louise shoves Vannah back into the ropes and delivers a hard knife-edge chop across the girl's chest, inciting a loud "WOOO!" from the crowd. She grabs Vannah by the wrist and Irish-whips her to the opposite side of the ring, Vannah bounces back and manages to duck underneath a clothesline attempt by Emma Louise. Vannah bounces back off of the ropes and leaps into the air, landing on Emma Louise and down on the canvas hard with a Thesz Press! She begins delivering a couple of rights to the red-haired side of Emma Louise's head as the referee begins counting. Vannah gets up off of Emma Louise for a second, who rolls onto her butt grabbing her head and looking up at Vannah, seeing an adrenaline rush in the girl's eyes.
Aiello: That was impressive for a girl who, as we know, is 'just a fan!'
Bennett: I give it a six! I think she must've been watching some of 'The Predator' from back in my hay day!
Before Emma Louise could get back to her feet, Vannah runs at Emma and delivers a dropkick to Emma Louise's side, knocking her through the bottom rope and out to the floor. The referee begins counting Emma Louise out as Vannah stands in the middle of the ring, soaking up some cheers by the fans.
Aiello: These people are starting to get behind this fan now!
Carter: Well, she has done a few impressive things so far.
Bennett: Emma Louise just needs to go back to Boston, Minnesota if she loses this match!
Emma Louise rolls into the ring once the count reaches four. Vannah walks over to Emma Louise, who takes Vannah down by grabbing both of Vannah's legs. As she holds Vannah's legs, she delivers a swift kick to the outside of Vannah's left thigh. She releases Vannah's right leg and drops an elbow down to the inside of Vannah's left leg. Emma Louise gets up and drops a left leg across Vannah's face. She slides over into a pin attempt.
1
2
Kickout by Vannah White.
Aiello: The first pin attempt on this fan and she was able to kick out of it.
Bennett: But there's no way this girl is going to last much longer. She done pissed off a redhead!
Emma Louise picks Vannah up off of the mat and lands a scoop slam on the girl, leaving her in the middle of the ring. Emma Louise goes over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, looking out over the fans. She leaps off with a Moonsault, but Vannah is able to roll out of the way causing Emma Louise to crash hard onto the canvas.
Carter: Ouch! Nobody home!
Vannah gets up off of the mat and bounces off of the nearby ropes. On her return, she is met by a standing dropkick by Emma Louise, who had just gotten to her feet. She picks Vannah White up and hooks her up, looking to end this with the Girl Crush.
Aiello: And we may be seeing the last of this fan here tonight.
Bennett: It's about time.
Emma Louise lifts Vannah up, but can't get her up all the way on the first try. Emma tries again, only to fail once more. Vannah lands back on her feet. Emma Louise attempts to deliver the move one last time, but Vannah rolls Emma Louise up in a small package.
1
2
3!!
DING DING DING
Aiello: I don't believe it! This fan has defeated an EWC superstar!Bennett: You've gotta be shittin me!
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner... VANNAH WHITE!
Vannah stands up in shock, grabbing her mouth with both hands. Emma Louise sits in the middle of the ring, not believing what happened either. She looks up at Vannah, who has her arm raised by the referee.
Aiello: You have to believe that no one is more shocked than Emma Louise right now.
Carter: Well, I can bet we will hear about this for quite some time. What a way to kick off Monday Night BRAWL for the first time in awhile!
Aiello: As we gather more information about the woman we just saw in the ring, let's take it backstage to Ace Heart who is standing by.
Vannah White is ushered back into the crowd as Emma Louise heads back up the ramp. We cut to backstage where we see Ace Heart standing there with a microphone.
Ace Heart: Ladies and gentlemen, what has just transpired inside that ring is something I have never seen before. We will look to try and get a statement from Emma Louise at some point tonight. However, I have been informed that Johnny Sinclair is here tonight and wants to make an announcement regarding Anthony Grunge. So tonight here is Johnny Sinclair!
Johnny Sinclair: Anthony Grunge... You still don't get it. The more you mention my name the more that you are digging a bigger hole than when you started with me. Let me make myself perfectly clear. If you don't retire from this sport I will let everybody know your big secret. Remember I still have control over your contract but I've decided to let you continue for now. Eventually, I won't be as nice. I'm going to give you two weeks to tell the whole World your secret. If you don't I will do it for you and that will be the end of the ride of Johnny Sinclair. That is all for now. Have a great day and a better tomorrow.
The scene cuts away to a promo for Scars and Stripes.
VIdeo montages show many of the EWC superstars including Ace King, Magdalena Lockheart, Luke Wolfe, Captain Morgan Darkwater, Rob Garcia, Nostalgia, and more. After the nearly two-minute long promo ends, we go back to ringside.
Back in the ring, three podiums have been set up. A rambunctious Griffin Hawkins, a sullen Morgan Darkwater, and a very visibly banged up Dominic Sanders are each behind a podium of their own. Ace Heart has hurried out from the back and has a microphone in hand and stands in the middle of the ring.
Aiello: Well, that certainly was interesting from Johnny Sinclair.
Bennett: Who?
Carter: Nevermind, Steve. We've got something very interesting brewing in the ring right now. Let's go up to Ace Heart who is standing by.
Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen. It was recently announced that at Scars and Stripes, The International Champion Morgan Darkwater....will face Dominic Sanders and Griffin Hawkins in a long-anticipated Triple Threat Match for the International Championship! But before that happens...right here right now will be an International Title Debate! Each of these three combatants will be asked a question and each will answer them until the next line of questioning begins. Now gentlemen, the three of you agreed to no physicality during this time..this is verbal.
The three of them look to eachother, wondering which one would make the move.
Ace Heart: I believe I'll start with the Champion first. Mr.Darkwater, why do you believe you are the rightful International Champion?
The Captain looks to Sanders on his left, and Hawkins on his right, then returns his attention to Ace. Despite his current mood, he chuckles softly to himself as he readjusts the International Championship belt over his shoulder.
Morgan: Ye mean this 'ere beauty ain't right enough?
The crowd erupts into a mixed reaction - some cheering, some laughing, and some grumbling - still unsure of what to think about the Captain after what happened earlier tonight. Ace blinks at him, confused.
Ace Heart: I'm... uh, not sure some people would agree, Captain...?
Morgan: Relax man, I were just foolin' wit' ye! Why do I believe Captain Morgan Darkwater t'be the rightful, some may say undisputed, International Champion, ye ask? Good question, I always knew ye were more than just a handsome face... though current possession does factor into th' many reasons why I be th' rightful champion. What do I mean by that, ye ask? Well, as o' today I've been yer International Champion fer 217 days, makin' me th' longest-reignin' champion ever!
He pauses as some of the crowd breaks out into chants of "YOU DESERVE IT!"
Morgan: An' yet, some would say I am not th' rightful champion, or don't deserve t'be one simply 'cause I haven't defended th' title as often as some might like... an' they be entitled t' their opinions, jaded and misguided as they may be. Fer sure, I may not be defendin' this beauty week in, week out as I was the TV title, but none can try an' deny that when a title defence does come around that ol' Captain Morgan Darkwater doesn't give his opponents sheer hell, an' the EWC fans a Pay-Per-View, Main Event worthy match, wit'out fail! Hells, there be not a single match he don't go all out fer, title or non-title - an' if that ain't the mark o' a true, rightful, fightin' champion then I don't know what is!
Sanders: Our 'beloved' Captain... who, I think, is the reason I spent days in the hospital... let me have some airtime here.
Captain Darkwater steps back for a second, eyes locked on Sanders as Sanders clears his throat.
Sanders: Despite all the bullshit that you spouted off earlier tonight, some of us actually have the decency to show up to this place like a real, honest man. Now... As some of you may know, I am a master debater.
Gil Griffin: And I'M a masturb...
Sanders: NOT NOW, GIL!
Sanders winces at the headache he has with that shout. The crowd laughs as Gil, standing on the outside of the ring, has a microphone - which he stole from the timekeeper's desk - confiscated from him. Some members of the crowd start a "mast-ur-bat-or clap-clap-clap-clap-clap" chant. Gil, now microphone-less, starts running around ringside pumping the crowd up, getting the chant louder.
Sanders: Anyway. Captain Darkwater, you hit the nail on the head. You're right when you say you're the rightful International Champion. You won the championship at one point... 217 days ago, you say. And you've defended it at one point... what? About four months ago? In fact, you've defended it once in the 2018 calendar year. It's easy to be the champion when you only HAVE to win a match every ninety days or so, Captain. That is until Scars and Stripes. At Scars and Stripes you've got to step into the ring with Sammy Hagar over there and the most up-and-coming superstar in the EWC today, Dominic Sanders.
Ace Heart: Gentlemen please! Wait your turn...Dominic already had his by the sound of it...Griffin Hawkins...I believe it's your turn to speak.
He smiles as he has the microphone. The crowd begins to cheer as he is ready to speak.
Griffin Hawkins: First of all...It's nice to see there a lot of Metalheads right here in Minneapolis...
The crowd begins to pop as he grins once more.
Griffin Hawkins: Secondly, I don't think I've ever been compared to Sammy Hagar before..not sure how I should take that but okay. Now, the question is...do I believe I am the rightful International Champion?...Well...the answer is no. Because I have yet to prove why I am the rightful Champion. Yes ever since I came back, I have had a lot of momentum..especially defeating what many believed was an unstoppable AJ Johnson at Stranglemania to earn this very shot. But I am not gonna stand out here talk about why I should be Champion...I'm gonna roll into Scars and Stripes and let my actions speak for themselves. Now I respect Morgan and all he's done for that International Title..and he has been a worthy Champion for the last 217 days... But if I have anything to do with it...and if I gotta go through Colonel Sanders over here and his Eleven Herbs and spices...I will leave Scars and Stripes the NEW International Champion!
Ace Heart: Alright, the next question...what can you promise from here on on out as International Champion? Mr.Sanders, we'll start with you.
Ace Heart: Okay....Mr.Hawkins, if you're Champion after Scars and Stripes, what can you promise?
Griffin Hawkins: Well Ace...as International Champion, I will ensure that all of mankind has it's legs sawed off!
The crowd is in stunned silence at what just came out of his mouth. Thinking fast, Griffin comes up with another part.
Griffin Hawkins: Um..and...replaced by legs made of pure gold!
The crowd then pops big time for that promise.
Griffin Hawkins: Yes! And you'll have the ability to fire laser beams from your head!
The crowd loses it, Sanders, visibly annoyed, can't believe what's happening. His head, still ringing from the backstage attacks at the last Rampage, causes him to close his eyes and wince at every word Hawkins says.
Griffin Hawkins: See, anyone who knows me...knows that I am a fighting Champion. Whenever I held a title whether it be the TV Title...or the United States Title...I defended it all over the world, every week, every month, it didn't matter who it was against. So the question is...what kind of International Champion would I make? Well, I'd rather let my actions speak louder than words..
From behind the podium he pulls out what looks to be a guitar. He kicks the podium over and gives a guitar solo. He shreds away as the crowd loses it with the impromptu Jam Session. Sanders is seen covering his ears and squatting down, lightly banging his head on the podium. Captain remains calm at his, just watching everything unfold. After it ends the crowd cheers, an "Encore" chant breaking out.
Ace Heart: Okay, Morgan, same quest-...
Sanders: I've had enough of this!
Ace Heart: Dominic, it's not your turn..
Sanders: I don't care! This isn't a debate... this is a circus! I'm sick of this long-haired freak turning everything into a joke! And this fake-pirate bastard just stands there smugly knowing exactly what he did to me on Rampage. I'm tired of it and, quite honestly, I don't think I want to wait until Scars and Stripes!
Griffin Hawkins: That's actually the smartest thing you said all night Dominic..we don't have to wait until Scars and Stripes, we can do this right now!
The crowd seems to like the idea as each of the combatants step from behind the podium.
Ace Heart: Now wait a minute guys, you promised not to make this physical...
Griffin Hawkins: Yeah Yeah Ace..we get it, just do us a favor and stand there and look stupid..
He pats him on the head before turning to Dominic and Morgan.
Morgan: Ye two land lovers can debate over my gold...but only one will walk out thee true Champion!
Sanders: And that's going to be me!
With that Sanders strikes Morgan and the two slug it out. Not wanting to feel left out, Griffin grabs Sanders and hits a hard right hand of his own, sending him down. He runs him to the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm, knocking him down. He signals for the Shot in the Dark, ready to connect, but at the last second, Dominic ducks and Ace Heart is hit with the Superkick! Sanders rolls out of the ring quickly and disappears. Morgan goes to pick up the International Title..but at the same time, Griffin picks it up. Both lock their eyes on one another...both men with their hands on the title. Morgan tries to wrestle the belt away, but Griffin refuses to let go. With a menacing glare in both their eyes, neither are backing down. Griffin then let's go, saying "You can have the title...for now." Griffin makes his way out of the ring. As he backs away towards the locker room, Sanders emerges with a steel chair and hits Griffin from behind and knocks him to the ground! The crowd is shocked as Sanders glares down at Griffin and then looks up at Morgan who's in the ring, who is holding up his title as we go to a break.
Aiello: Well, that certainly was interesting from Johnny Sinclair.
Bennett: Who?
Carter: Nevermind, Steve. We've got something very interesting brewing in the ring right now. Let's go up to Ace Heart who is standing by.
Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen. It was recently announced that at Scars and Stripes, The International Champion Morgan Darkwater....will face Dominic Sanders and Griffin Hawkins in a long-anticipated Triple Threat Match for the International Championship! But before that happens...right here right now will be an International Title Debate! Each of these three combatants will be asked a question and each will answer them until the next line of questioning begins. Now gentlemen, the three of you agreed to no physicality during this time..this is verbal.
The three of them look to eachother, wondering which one would make the move.
Ace Heart: I believe I'll start with the Champion first. Mr.Darkwater, why do you believe you are the rightful International Champion?
The Captain looks to Sanders on his left, and Hawkins on his right, then returns his attention to Ace. Despite his current mood, he chuckles softly to himself as he readjusts the International Championship belt over his shoulder.
Morgan: Ye mean this 'ere beauty ain't right enough?
The crowd erupts into a mixed reaction - some cheering, some laughing, and some grumbling - still unsure of what to think about the Captain after what happened earlier tonight. Ace blinks at him, confused.
Ace Heart: I'm... uh, not sure some people would agree, Captain...?
Morgan: Relax man, I were just foolin' wit' ye! Why do I believe Captain Morgan Darkwater t'be the rightful, some may say undisputed, International Champion, ye ask? Good question, I always knew ye were more than just a handsome face... though current possession does factor into th' many reasons why I be th' rightful champion. What do I mean by that, ye ask? Well, as o' today I've been yer International Champion fer 217 days, makin' me th' longest-reignin' champion ever!
He pauses as some of the crowd breaks out into chants of "YOU DESERVE IT!"
Morgan: An' yet, some would say I am not th' rightful champion, or don't deserve t'be one simply 'cause I haven't defended th' title as often as some might like... an' they be entitled t' their opinions, jaded and misguided as they may be. Fer sure, I may not be defendin' this beauty week in, week out as I was the TV title, but none can try an' deny that when a title defence does come around that ol' Captain Morgan Darkwater doesn't give his opponents sheer hell, an' the EWC fans a Pay-Per-View, Main Event worthy match, wit'out fail! Hells, there be not a single match he don't go all out fer, title or non-title - an' if that ain't the mark o' a true, rightful, fightin' champion then I don't know what is!
Sanders: Our 'beloved' Captain... who, I think, is the reason I spent days in the hospital... let me have some airtime here.
Captain Darkwater steps back for a second, eyes locked on Sanders as Sanders clears his throat.
Sanders: Despite all the bullshit that you spouted off earlier tonight, some of us actually have the decency to show up to this place like a real, honest man. Now... As some of you may know, I am a master debater.
Gil Griffin: And I'M a masturb...
Sanders: NOT NOW, GIL!
Sanders winces at the headache he has with that shout. The crowd laughs as Gil, standing on the outside of the ring, has a microphone - which he stole from the timekeeper's desk - confiscated from him. Some members of the crowd start a "mast-ur-bat-or clap-clap-clap-clap-clap" chant. Gil, now microphone-less, starts running around ringside pumping the crowd up, getting the chant louder.
Sanders: Anyway. Captain Darkwater, you hit the nail on the head. You're right when you say you're the rightful International Champion. You won the championship at one point... 217 days ago, you say. And you've defended it at one point... what? About four months ago? In fact, you've defended it once in the 2018 calendar year. It's easy to be the champion when you only HAVE to win a match every ninety days or so, Captain. That is until Scars and Stripes. At Scars and Stripes you've got to step into the ring with Sammy Hagar over there and the most up-and-coming superstar in the EWC today, Dominic Sanders.
Ace Heart: Gentlemen please! Wait your turn...Dominic already had his by the sound of it...Griffin Hawkins...I believe it's your turn to speak.
He smiles as he has the microphone. The crowd begins to cheer as he is ready to speak.
Griffin Hawkins: First of all...It's nice to see there a lot of Metalheads right here in Minneapolis...
The crowd begins to pop as he grins once more.
Griffin Hawkins: Secondly, I don't think I've ever been compared to Sammy Hagar before..not sure how I should take that but okay. Now, the question is...do I believe I am the rightful International Champion?...Well...the answer is no. Because I have yet to prove why I am the rightful Champion. Yes ever since I came back, I have had a lot of momentum..especially defeating what many believed was an unstoppable AJ Johnson at Stranglemania to earn this very shot. But I am not gonna stand out here talk about why I should be Champion...I'm gonna roll into Scars and Stripes and let my actions speak for themselves. Now I respect Morgan and all he's done for that International Title..and he has been a worthy Champion for the last 217 days... But if I have anything to do with it...and if I gotta go through Colonel Sanders over here and his Eleven Herbs and spices...I will leave Scars and Stripes the NEW International Champion!
Ace Heart: Alright, the next question...what can you promise from here on on out as International Champion? Mr.Sanders, we'll start with you.
Sanders: Well, it looks like Russell "Satchel" Parrish over there got his panties all bundled up. You're going to stand there and gloat about defeating AJ Johnson to get into this match? And that's supposed to impress me? Where is AJ now? Ah yes. He has taken a two month hiatus with BRAWL while the rest of us have actually competed on other shows. That's where. I defeated not one, but two men to get into this match. And David Miller, one of those men, is in tonight's Main Event and possibly about to win the X-Division Championship. But this isn't about what I did at StrangleMania. It's not about what you did at StrangleMania. It's not even about Captain Morgan over there defending the International Championship one time in six months. Ace, you want to know what I will do as International Champion? I will defend it. I will actually put that championship on the line at least once a month, if not more.
Ace Heart: Okay....Mr.Hawkins, if you're Champion after Scars and Stripes, what can you promise?
Griffin Hawkins: Well Ace...as International Champion, I will ensure that all of mankind has it's legs sawed off!
The crowd is in stunned silence at what just came out of his mouth. Thinking fast, Griffin comes up with another part.
Griffin Hawkins: Um..and...replaced by legs made of pure gold!
The crowd then pops big time for that promise.
Griffin Hawkins: Yes! And you'll have the ability to fire laser beams from your head!
The crowd loses it, Sanders, visibly annoyed, can't believe what's happening. His head, still ringing from the backstage attacks at the last Rampage, causes him to close his eyes and wince at every word Hawkins says.
Griffin Hawkins: See, anyone who knows me...knows that I am a fighting Champion. Whenever I held a title whether it be the TV Title...or the United States Title...I defended it all over the world, every week, every month, it didn't matter who it was against. So the question is...what kind of International Champion would I make? Well, I'd rather let my actions speak louder than words..
From behind the podium he pulls out what looks to be a guitar. He kicks the podium over and gives a guitar solo. He shreds away as the crowd loses it with the impromptu Jam Session. Sanders is seen covering his ears and squatting down, lightly banging his head on the podium. Captain remains calm at his, just watching everything unfold. After it ends the crowd cheers, an "Encore" chant breaking out.
Ace Heart: Okay, Morgan, same quest-...
Sanders: I've had enough of this!
Ace Heart: Dominic, it's not your turn..
Sanders: I don't care! This isn't a debate... this is a circus! I'm sick of this long-haired freak turning everything into a joke! And this fake-pirate bastard just stands there smugly knowing exactly what he did to me on Rampage. I'm tired of it and, quite honestly, I don't think I want to wait until Scars and Stripes!
Griffin Hawkins: That's actually the smartest thing you said all night Dominic..we don't have to wait until Scars and Stripes, we can do this right now!
The crowd seems to like the idea as each of the combatants step from behind the podium.
Ace Heart: Now wait a minute guys, you promised not to make this physical...
Griffin Hawkins: Yeah Yeah Ace..we get it, just do us a favor and stand there and look stupid..
He pats him on the head before turning to Dominic and Morgan.
Morgan: Ye two land lovers can debate over my gold...but only one will walk out thee true Champion!
Sanders: And that's going to be me!
With that Sanders strikes Morgan and the two slug it out. Not wanting to feel left out, Griffin grabs Sanders and hits a hard right hand of his own, sending him down. He runs him to the ropes and comes back with a flying forearm, knocking him down. He signals for the Shot in the Dark, ready to connect, but at the last second, Dominic ducks and Ace Heart is hit with the Superkick! Sanders rolls out of the ring quickly and disappears. Morgan goes to pick up the International Title..but at the same time, Griffin picks it up. Both lock their eyes on one another...both men with their hands on the title. Morgan tries to wrestle the belt away, but Griffin refuses to let go. With a menacing glare in both their eyes, neither are backing down. Griffin then let's go, saying "You can have the title...for now." Griffin makes his way out of the ring. As he backs away towards the locker room, Sanders emerges with a steel chair and hits Griffin from behind and knocks him to the ground! The crowd is shocked as Sanders glares down at Griffin and then looks up at Morgan who's in the ring, who is holding up his title as we go to a break.
SINGLES MATCH
HARDIN
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
“Let You Down” by Seether begins to blast on the PA system.
Stroup: Introducing first from Hollywood, California. Weighing in at 210 pounds… “THE MOSH PIT” ANTHONY GRUNGE!
Anthony Grunge walks down to the ring. Grunge enters the ring and acknowledges the fans by pointing at them. He then sits in his corner and meditates as he awaits his opponent.
Aiello: Anthony Grunge is coming off of a huge victory against AJ Johnson a few shows ago in Pittsburgh!
Bennett: It was a damn fluke! That bastard threw something in AJ’s eye! I saw it!
Carter: Now I think you’re just making stuff up, Bennett!
Pyros hit and "Buddy Holly" by Weezer begins to play as Charlie Hardin appears on stage and heads toward the ring, the crowd losing themselves for the newcomer.
Stroup: And his opponent… Standing 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 232 pounds… CHARLIE HARDIN!
Carter: Charlie Hardin is coming off of a close loss in his debut match against Jay Thunder last show in Boston.
Bennett: Sure, if you call getting your ass whipped “close!”
Charlie continues down aisle and to the ring while the raucous crowd continues to cheer wildly. Right before gets in the ring he stops and picks a girl in the front row, giving her his glasses before stepping between the ropes looking focused and ready to fight.
DING DING DING
Aiello: And there’s the bell. We’re in for a treat tonight.Hardin sprints towards Grunge, who is still in the corner meditating. Grunge opens his eyes to see Hardin coming. He wisely rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Hardin stops himself by placing both hands on the ropes in the corner. Grunge, feeling he out-smarted Hardin, points to his temple with a smile. Hardin grabs the ropes and catapults himself over the top to the outside with a cross-body splash that sends both men to the floor. Hardin gets to his feet as the referee inside the ring has begun his count.
Aiello: Grunge thought he was in safe territory there, but Hardin took advantage of Grunge’s eventual miscue.
Hardin pulls Grunge up to his feet and slams Grunge’s head on the ring apron. He grabs Grunge by the tights and rolls him into the ring as the referee’s count reaches three. Hardin slides under the bottom rope but is met by a fist to the side of the head by Grunge. Grunge, now up to both knees, delivers a double-axe handle to Hardin’s upper back. He mounts on top of Hardin’s back, delivering multiple slaps to the back of Hardin’s head. The referee admonishes him for his actions and Grunge gets off of Hardin and backs away.
Carter: Grunge has some built up frustrations due to his soured relationship with Johnny Sinclair.
Bennett: Shut up, Carter! Anthony Grunge had this coming to him. Johnny Sinclair did what he had to do!
Hardin gets up to his hands and knees, but is met by a swift kick to the ribs by Anthony Grunge. Hardin rolls over onto his back as Grunge walks over to Hardin. Grunge reaches down to pick Hardin up, but Hardin rolls him up into a small package.
1…
2…
Kickout by Anthony Grunge.
Aiello: Charlie Hardin almost surprised Grunge with that small package and walked away with the victory!
Both men get up to their feet and stare at each other for a second. Grunge charges Hardin with a clothesline, but Hardin ducks underneath it and into a rear waist-lock. Hardin lifts Grunge up and delivers a bridging German suplex.
1…
2…
Kickout by Anthony Grunge.
Hardin is quick up to his feet and he runs and stomps Grunge in the back of the head. Hardin reaches down and picks Grunge up off of the mat. He whips Grunge into the ropes and ducks down, looking for a back body drop. Grunge stops in his tracks and kicks Hardin in the face, sending Hardin flying backwards bouncing off of the ropes. Grunge looks for a super kick, but Hardin ducks underneath it. Grunge spins back around and is met by a textbook standing dropkick, sending Grunge to the mat.
Aiello: Fantastic standing dropkick by the EWC’s version of Buddy Holly!
Bennett: Buddy Holly? PSH! Ain’t either one of them that can sing worth a damn!
Hardin grabs Grunge and lifts him up off of the ground. He grabs Grunge by the head and delivers a headbutt, followed by another. He pushes Grunge into the corner and kicks Grunge in the midsection, doubling him over. Hardin turns around and grabs Grunge underneath his arm and runs towards the center of the ring, looking to deliver a running bulldog to his opponent. Grunge calculates it and pushes Hardin off mid-move, sending Hardin hard flat on his back to the mat. Grunge stands in the corner as Hardin uses the opposite corner to pull himself up to his feet. Grunge sprints towards Hardin and leaps with a high-flying stinger splash! Hardin drops to the mat, sitting propped up in the corner. Grunge sprints back to the opposite corner and measures Hardin up.
Carter: We might see the bronco buster right here, Steve!
Grunge sprints towards Hardin and delivers the bronco buster, bouncing up and down off of Hardin’s chest for a few good measures. He dismounts Charlie Hardin and pulls him away from the corner, dropping into a cover.
1…
2…
Th… Kickout by Charlie Hardin!
Aiello: That was a close, close two and a half!
Grunge is back up to his feet and pulls Hardin back up to his feet. He lifts Hardin up and delivers a well-executed hanging vertical suplex. Grunge kips up to his feet as Hardin rolls over to the corner. Grunge picks Hardin up and hangs him in the tree of woe in the corner. He runs over to the opposite corner of the ring.
Aiello: Charlie Hardin is not in a good position here!
Grunge sprints towards Hardin and delivers a hard baseball slide right into Hardin's face. Hardin falls out of the corner and Grunge picks him off of the mat and pulls him into the center of the ring. Grunge places Hardin's head between his legs and lifts him up, driving him into the mat with the Grunge Plunge!
Carter: That's it! The Grunge Plunge! There's no getting up from that!
Bennett: Oh please! That wouldn't keep me down for the one count!
Grunge rolls over Hardin and into the cover.
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your winner... "THE MOSH PIT" ANTHONY GRUNGE!Aiello: What a great match between Anthony Grunge and Charlie Hardin!
Carter: Grunge continues his win streak as Hardin, well, hasn't started off on the right foot here in the EWC.
SINGLES MATCH
REEK
VS KENDRICK KROSS
The camera focuses in Aiello, Bennett, and Carter as they bring us back to the action.
Aiello: Next up we have an intriguing contest between two competitors, one of whom is looking to get back on track.
Bennett: You mean Reek and one losing son of a bitch.
Carter: Way to sell the product, Steve. No, Aiello is right. Reek is looking to get back on track against Kendrick Kross. Kendrick Kross is a former television champion and he won that championship just at Stranglemania but since then, he went on a skid losing the championship back to Ruthless Aggression and just last Brawl in Boston, he lost to newcomer Bishop Church. However, just a week ago, he defeated Grizzly Duggan on Rampage in a Tables Match.
Aiello: And Reek came into to Monday Night Brawl making a lot of promises on what is going to change but at the end of the way, he submitted to David Miller albeit in a very competitive match. Can he bounce back in his second go?
Carter: Something has to give. Who comes out on top here?
Bennett: These mealy mouth bastards could end up counted out, but I put my money on Reek.
Aiello: I highly doubt it. Take it away, Jessica!
Stroup: Making his way to ring, the king of choas.... REEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
The lights dim in the arena and a slow verison of "I've got no strings" by Pinocchio starts to boom out from the PA system and around the arena.
"I've got no strings
To hold me down
To make me fret, or make me frown
I had strings
But now I'm free
There are no strings on me..."
Smoke fills the entrance ramp as a shadow emerges onto the stage.
"...Hi-ho the me-ri-o
That's the only way to be
I want the world to know
Nothing ever worries me"
Reek keep is head down, with his head up as he quickly marches down to the ring making sure to avoid all contact with the fans. Reek slides in the ring and makes his way to the far away corner where he crouches down and waits for his opponent as his entrance theme plays on.
"I've got no strings
So I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
They've got strings
But you can see
There are no strings on me"
Castle of Glass hits the PA system as the lights flash. Kendrick walks out from the ramp to a mix of cheers and boos. He stops at the ramp and takes a deep breath. He pauses for a few seconds before heading down the ramp, slapping a few hands on each side as he does so.
Stroup: And his opponent,From Chelsea, London, weighing at 215 Pounds....Kendrick KROSS!
Kendrick slowly continues walking down the ramp until getting to the end of the ramp where he turns towards the left and goes up the steps then climbs into the ring and walks over towards the corner where he sits.
DING DING DING
Referee Josh Daniels beckons both competitors to start the match. Kendrick complies and gives Reek the universal sign of ‘bring it’. Reek nearly slithers to his feet and saunters towards to Kross. He exhales in his face and Kross turns his head, his expression one of disgust.Aiello: Did he just breath on him to start this match?
Bennett: I bet you that nasty son of a bitch has the halitosis.
Carter: Even Daniels caught a whiff.
The official turns his back on the two wrestlers and that is when Reek takes advantage and thumbs Kross in the eye.
Bennett: He’s smarter then he smells!
Carter: The hell does that even mean, Steve?
Aiello: It means that Reek here has gotten into the heads of everyone in the ring and is taking full advantage.
As Kross staggers away, Reek dig his nails into the flesh of Kross’ back and rakes downwards. Kross’ falls to his knees with his teeth clenched exhibiting excruciating pain. The official finally turns his attention back to the competition. Daniels admonishes R eek for his tactics but Reek’s only response is uproarious laughter. He grabs Kross’ right arm and bends it backwards. He then with his free hand latches onto Kross’ trapped hand and starts to bend his fingers back unnaturally. He cackles like a monstrous clown as manipulating each individual digit elicits a yell from his victim.
Aiello: I don’t know what I’m watching here, folks. How do you even call this?
Bennett: That dirty bastard has got Kross yelping like a little ol’ puppy dog.
Carter: And Daniels seems powerless to stop it. Reek refuses to listen to his instructions. I think Kross may end up getting the W but it’s going to come at a price.
Kross, never expecting any match to start like this, has been blindsided but he looks around and sees the crowd cheering him on. Kross raises his free hand and beckons for the crowd to get into it. He gets to one knee and turns the hold inward. He stomps his leg on the mat and the crowd catches onto the cadence. Their energy seemingly transfers to Kendrick and he slugs Reek right in the gut. Reek’s fun with fingers ends and he bares a yellow grimace at Kross. He doubles down on the arm lock but the crowd will Kross to hammer Reek in the midsection once more. Reek’s hold is relinquished and he stumbles backwards. Kross gets his feet and pounds a fist into his possibly injured arm. Reek is not amused that his prey escaped and he charges forward with a clothesline.
But Kross ducks. Reek bounces off the ropes and and Kross tries to catch him unaware with a masterful Pele Kick. He hits nothing but air.
Aiello: Kross got none of that and Reek is about to take advantage.
Bennett: That smelly bum has got some skills, I can tell you that for sure.
Carter: K2 just can’t get any momentum this evening. He talks a good game but where is he at here?
Reek runs a dirt encrusted thumbnail across his throat and signals for the end of this bout.
Aiello: He’s looking for the Chaos Effect!!
Reek gathers up Kross in a front facelock, slings an arm over his shoulders, and lifts K2 up in the air… but before he can execute the Chaos Effect, Kross smashes his knee into the temple of Reek. It forces an end to the exchange. Kross expertly lands on his feet and the with his good arm obliterates Reek with running lariat. Reek flips inward and lands on his head. Kross looks at his body and sees that some of the filth of Reek has smeared across his skin. He spits on the ground and eyes Reek struggling on his hands and knees.
He seizes the opportunity.
Aiello: Curb Stomp!!!
The sole of Kross’ boot drives Reek’s face into the mat with a sickening thud.
Bennett: That boy is angry, look at him! Look at the fire in that son of a bitch now!
Carter: Why isn’t he pinning him…
Kross visibly angry paces back and forth in front of Reek. The crowd into this seemingly begins to chant ONE MORE TIME, ONE MORE TIME! The camera zooms in on Reek as he crawls to his hands and knees. He cackles and blood and spittle leak from his lips.
Kross sees the red and introduces Reek’s face to the mat with a CURP STOMP with gusto.
Kross rolls the prone body of Reek over and hooks the leg!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: The winner of the match via pin fall, KENDRICK KROSS!Referee Josh Daniels raises Kross’ good arm in victory.
Aiello: K2 stays back on track with big victory on Monday Night BRAWL.
Bennett: I knew that son of a bitch had it him all along.
Carter: You called him a loser. You've been all about Reek all night!
Bennett: Don’t sass me, boy. Kendrick Kross is a winner tonight and that’s all that matters.
Aiello: Indeed it is. Kross looks relieved that he was able to get past this unorthodox man.
Kross is shown grabbing a water bottle from under the ring and dousing himself with the contents. Reek meanwhile is still pancaked in the middle of the ring and referee Josh Daniels looks over him very apprehensive to even touch him.
Aiello: Like Kross, we will cleanse ourselves of Reek here and be right back after these messages.
As we return from commercial break, we see the backstage area. The camera focuses in on the locker room door for Donkey Punch, which is swung wide open. As the cameraman enters the dressing room, we see both members of the tag team laid out unconscious with EWC officials tending to both.
Aiello: Now what the hell is this all about?
The cameraman exits the dressing room and pans around the hallway area. Finally, the camera catches a glimpse of Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon running away. Noon is dragging a steel chair with him as Garcia has his championship belts in tow.
Bennett: There he is! The ReMnant!
Carter: I think Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon just took out Donkey Punch. Surely, this has to do with Captain Darkwater's handicapped match with Donkey Punch later this evening! And I would be willing to bet Captain Morgan doesn't even know this is going down!
SINGLES MATCH
JAY THUNDER
VS GRIFFIN HAWKINS
VS GRIFFIN HAWKINS
The camera cuts back to the announce team of Joe Aiello, Steve ‘The Predator’ Bennett and Max Carter as the Brawl fans inside the U.S. Bank Stadium is pumped up for the next match.
Aiello: Folks, we will keep you updated on the condition of Donkey Punch throughout the night. We hope that they will be able to make it out to the ring for their handicap match.
Bennett: If the ReMnant took care of them, then they won't make it anywhere!
Aiello: What a night it’s been and what a great time the city of Minneapolis, Minnesota has shown the BRAWL Family this week.
Carter: Yeah Joe, so much excitement in this city for the Vikings and Twins and the Timberwolves put on one heck of a fight against the Rockets in the playoffs.
Bennett: Please, this city is full of disappointment much like this next match is going to deliver.
Aiello: On the contrary, up next are two of the more exciting stars on Brawl and yes, while on paper it looks like a new up-and-comer is taking on a EWC veteran these two have quite the history together dating back 10 years now.
Carter: They both broke into at a small little show in Cincinnati, Ohio and all these later, 10 years after their last match they find themselves back in the ring again as opponent.
Bennett: And oh what a love fest it will be.
Aiello: Well let's send it up to Jessica Stroup and get this match underway.
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
"Dark Places, Dark Places...
Dark Places, Dark Places..."
Jessica Stroup: Coming to the ring, from Knoxville, Tennessee, weighing in tonight at two-hundred fifteen pounds, he is the “Dark Horse,” JAAAAY! THUNDER!
"I've come way too far for this!
I've put in too much work, I've dealt with too much hurt!
I've worked way too hard for this!
But we live in Dark Places, Dark Places..."
As the chorus to "Dark Places" by Hollywood Undead begins, Jay Thunder emerges from behind the curtain. He stops at the top of the ramp and stands, basking in the sold-out crowd's emotions, a grin plastered on his face. He starts his way to the ring, building up speed to a run, before sliding into the ring headfirst. He shoots up, immediately headed for the nearest corner, climbing up and playing to the crowd's cheers, raising his arms up to a sea of flashing camera lights, before stepping down and waiting for his opponent.
Aiello: Jay Thunder is one of the fine new additions we have here on BRAWL and is looking to build off last show's win, but it will be a step up in competition.
Bennett: I would have pulled this kid aside and told him that friendship doesn’t pay the bills.
Carter: And that folks is why Steve Bennett eats alone every night.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent 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.
Aiello: The young fans of the EWC love Griffin Hawkins and that young fan will be a fan for life.
Bennett: I would have given them to the hot blond I’m guessing is his sister, Son o Bitch check out the…
Aiello: And I’ll cut you off right there Steve and say Griffin Hawkins is a great ambassador for Brawl.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and the match is underway, Jay and Griffin look at one another and begin to circle inside the ring as the fans cheer, they stop and smile at one another and motion out to the crowd and the two shake hands and then lock up, they struggle a bit trying to get the advantage but Griffin Hawkins manages to push Jay Thunder back against the ropes and the referee asks for a clean break as Jay puts his hands in the air
Bennett: Hit him, punch him now.
Aiello: But Griffin smiles and lets Jay go and pats him on the chest as he takes a step back.
Carter: Sportsmanship at its finest.
The two circle again and then lock back up and they struggle once again to gain the better position but this time Jay Thunder is able to push Griffin Hawkins back into the corner, the referee once again steps in and asks for a clean break as Hawkins this time puts his hands into the air, Jay draws back his right fist and Hawkins out of pure shock ducks
Aiello: Oh man.
Bennett: HIT HIM!!!!
But Jay smiles and pats Griffin on the chest and mouths ‘come on man, really’ as he back away from Hawkins and Griffin laughs a little as he nods to his old friend and for the third time they lock up but this time Griffin quickly turns it into a side headlock, Jay grabs Griffin’s arms as e tries to find a way to escape and finally send him into the ropes, Griffin rebounds and drops Jay Thunder with a shoulder block. Griffin looks down at the grounded Jay Thunder and hits the ropes and leaps up to the second rope and explodes off with a springboard moonsault but Jay Thunder rolls out of the way as Griffin sees this and lands on his feet but Jay is also up and as Griffin turns Jay unloads with a series of kicks to the legs of Griffin Hawkins and finishes the combination off with a knee to the chin of Griffin, Hawkins staggers back a little and Jay Thunder hits the ropes and leaps for a clothesline but Griffin sees it and ducks, they both roll through and spring up to the their feet and turn to see the other on in the same ready to shoot position, the fans come to their feet as they smile at one another
Aiello: AND WE HAVE A STALEMATE .
Carter: What an impressive series of counters and the problem is they each know the other so well that they know what’s coming next.
Bennett: And that’s why you should never train with another wrestler, never give another wrestler a chance to see what your packing, unless that other wrestler is a girl with…
Aiello: And back inside the ring the two lock up once again.
Jay Thunder spins around to the back of Griffin Hawkins and locks him into a full nelson and transitions it into a dragon suplex which he bridges into a pinfall, Josh Daniels slides down into position
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But Griffin Hawkins kicks out but Jay Thunder stays right on Griffin as he grabs Hawkins’ leg and hooks his own around it and bridges back and grabs Griffin under the chin and locks in the Muta Lock.
Aiello: Griffin Hawkins in a little bit of trouble here.
Bennett: Spare me, he’s not even wrenching the neck, WRENCH THE NECK!!!
Carter: He is, look at that torque on Griffin’s neck, Jay Thunder has this locked in and locked tight.
Jay continues to wrench at the neck and head as Griffin reaches out for the ropes, the referee keeps asking if he wants to give up, to end the match but Griffin through gritted teeth says no and he continues to reach for the ropes and as he inches closer and closer Jay Thunder pulls back under the chin more and more to the point where Griffin Hawkins can’t see the ropes he’s looking to grab and is reaching out with his right hand blindly until he grabs the bottom rope and the referee calls for a rope break which Jay Thunder grants immediately.
Aiello: Griffin Hawkins gets to the ropes but that neck might in in real trouble.
Carter: He’s grabbed right at it once the hold was broken, the top of his head almost was touching his shoulders.
Bennett: I would have kept the hold on until the ref was out four and a half, do some damage to your opponent, these kids today, they don’t have the killer…
Aiello: Yes Steve, we know you would have gone after your mother’s surgically repair knee hours after the surgery if it meant financial gain.
Bennett: Damn right I would and all these kids should take note.
Jay grabs Griffin around the neck and puts him back into a headlock but Griffin is able to send him into the ropes and in typical Griffin Hawkins fashion hits a hurricanrana on the rounding Jay Thunder that tries a huge pop from the crowd, Griffin grabs at his neck as he gets to his feet allowing Jay Thunder to spring up and hit a reverse hurricanrana that also draw a huge pop from the fans, Jay’s up and drops an elbow but Griffin rolls out of the way and get to his feet and throws a kick that is meant for Jay’s chest but Jay drops to this back and ducks under the kick, reaches out and grabs the plant leg and trips Griffin to the mat, both men nip up and go to shoot but see the other ready to do the same and the fans inside the U.S. Bank Stadium stand up and give Jay and Griffin a standing ovation
Aiello: So do I say it again?
Carter: They deserve it.
Aiello: And ladies and gentlemen we are once again AT A STALEMATE!!!!
Jay Thunder winks and then runs and hits the ropes and ducks under a spinning kick from Griffin Hawkins, Jay runs towards the ropes and Griffin follows him, Jay jumps to the middle rope and springboards off right into a spear from Griffin Hawkins, who hooks a leg as Josh Daniels slides down
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And as Josh’s arms is coming down for three Jay throws his shoulder up to break the count but Griffin grabs the arm and throws his legs up around the head of Jay Thunder and wraps him in a triangle choke, Jay, knowing it’s in deep bounces to his feet and tries to lift Griffin Hawkins in the air but Griffin leans back pulling on the arm tightening the choke tighter and tighter
Aiello: Griffin has that triangle choke locked in, Jay Thunder is in real trouble here.
Bennett: There is no better feeling in the world than choking out a friend and showing him who’s boss.
Carter: Jay Thunder driving his feet into the mat and trying to move himself and Griffin Thunder towards the ropes.
But before Jay can force Griffin to the ropes he drops, Josh Daniels goes in to check on him, lifting his arm into the air and dropping it and it falls to the mat, again he lifts it into the air and drops it and for a second time if drops to the mat, Josh holds up two fingers and lifts the arm one more time and drops if but the fans cheer as Jay’s arm stops half way down, Griffin looks a bit shocked and then even smiles as Jay closes his hand into a fist and then extends his index and pinkie finger and gives Griffin the Rock Star hand gesture before grabbing the ropes forcing a break
Bennett: Are you kidding me, I’m done...done.
Aiello: Griffin shakes his head as he releases Jay Thunder and gets back to his feet and lifts Jay Thunder to his feet.
But Jay strikes first as he leaps into the air and nails Griffin Hawkins in the side of the head with an enzuigiri that stuns Griffin for a second or two, Jay back up to his feet and a well placed kick behind the knee drops Griffin to the mat and Jay Thunder signals for the M-R-I and comes charging in and drives the knee towards Griffin and nails him in the face and Griffin rocks back and Jay signals one more time and charges again and throws the knee but this time Griffin is able to block it with his arms, Jay looks a little stunned allowing Griffin to jump up and hit the Number One Stunner dropping both me to the mat
Aiello: Griffin Hawkins out of desperation blocked that knee with his forearm.
Carter: Both me look spent and the first one up might take it here tonight.
The crowd inside the U.S. Bank Stadium begin to clap as both men crawl towards the ropes and use them to get to their feet
Aiello: Both men up and heading towards one another.
Carter: That last exchange took a lot out of both me .
Both men meet in the center of the ring and Griffin hits Jay with a clubbing forearm to the chest, Jay screams out and returns fire with a forearm to the chest of Griffin, who yells himself before returning a forearm smash, the two continue to light up the chest of the other and their chests show the signs of this as they turn a dark red but the fans are loving it
Aiello: These two are trying to punch through the other’s chest.
Bennett: Now this is what I wanted to see.
Carter: Both men look less than stable here, one good shot may drop one.
Griffin reaches out and grabs Jay around the back of the head in a Muay Thai Plum and drives a knee straight up under the chin of Jay Thunder that knocks him back into the ropes yet Jay comes off the ropes and catches Griffin Hawkins with a running knee to the head that rocks Hawkins back
Jay see this and pulls Griffin out of the corner and lifts him up into a piledriver, Jay jumps up and heads to the top rope, he looks down at Griffin and then readies himself, he leaps up into the air going for a Shooting Star Press but Griffin nips up and nails the Shot in the Dark superkick to the face of Jay Thunder as he rotates around
Aiello: OH MY GOD!!!
Carter: I don’t believe what I just saw .
Griffin falls down on Jay thunder as Josh Daniels counts
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Josh motions for the bell as Griffin rolls off onto his back and then rolls and looks at Jay Thunder and reaches out for him
DING DING DING
Aiello: That might be one for the highlights of 2018, I have never…Carter: Griffin hit the Shot in the Dark out of nowhere, just then I thought Jay Thunder was going for the knockout blow.
Jessica Stroup climbs into the ring
Jessica Stroup: The winner of the match ‘The Rock Soldier’ GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!!!!!!!
Griffin pulls Jay to his feet and holds out his hand, Jay nods and takes his hand and shakes it and then raises it into the air showing him the respect he has for Griffin Hawkins
Aiello: Jay Thunder gave Griffin Hawkins all he could handle tonight and his own stock just shot up the latter here in EWC.
Carter: The sky's the limit for him and Griffin continues to show why he’s on the the best here in EWC.
Bennett: Now I need a good hardcore deathmatch to waste away the taste of this bro-fest.
CROSS-OVER MATCH
XAVIER REID
VS DOMINIC SANDERS
Aiello: It's been a great night of wrestling here in Minneapolis and we're only just over half way done. In our next match, we have a crossover from FSW, taking one of Monday Night BRAWL's rising stars.
Carter: Not just any member of the FSW roster. We have FSW Champion Xavier Reid.
Bennett: This is going to be a good one.
The lights dim in the arena as the instrumental version of "Phenomenal" by Eminem cues and begins to play throughout the stadium.
Once the beginning first few seconds of the song clear and the first chord hits at the eight second mark, "SANDERS" appears on the video board on cue.
Jessica Stroup: From Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at 285 pounds. Dominic Sanders!
The crowd reacts with both cheers and boos as Dominic Sanders steps out from the back. He comes out to the ring empty-handed this time, leaving his trademark cast-iron brand of the state of Texas in the back. Gil Griffin follows behind, as usual. Dominic motions for Gil to stand on the ramp for the duration of the match, just in case Captain Darkwater, Rob Garcia, or Griffin Hawkins were to show up. Sanders continues down to the ring looking out over the crowd. He heads up the ring steps and walks along the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and looks out into the crowd, shaking his head at the mixed reaction he is getting. Sanders warms up his arms and legs with a few jumps as his music fades out.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Weiging in at 220 pounds. He is the FSW Champion. Xavier Reid!
The lights inside the arena go out as the fans come to their feet. The jumbo screen sparks to life
Cochise starts to play inside the arena as once last image fills the jumbo screen and illuminates onto the mat.
The fans cheer out DOOMSDAY as Xavier Reid steps out onto the stage, the FSW Championship over his shoulder as the arena lights come on. He holds his arms up into the air and crossed them into a X over is head as he poses on the stage, Gil Griffin watching from nearby, for a few moments and then walks down towards the ring, holding the FSW Championship out in front of him so the fans can reach out and touch the championship belt, his eyes glued into the ring and Dominic Sanders. He reaches the steps and marches up them one by one and then climbs up the ropes and looks out over the crowd. He smiles and once again crosses his arms into a X as he jumps into the ring. He marches to the center of the ring and stretches out the FSW Championship belt and mouths 'step up to the line'
DING! DING! DING!
Both men quickly engage in a collar and elbow tie up, and Sanders uses his strength and size to back Reid into the corner. Referee Josh Daniels calls for a clean break but Sanders drives his shoulder into the midsection of Reid. He follows up with a second shoulder thrust and whips Reid into the opposite turnbuckle. Sanders charges in for a clothesline but Reid ducks under and knocks Sanders back into the turnbuckles with a Pele kick. Reid pulls Sanders out of the corner and tries to suplex him but Sanders fights him off with forearm shot to the face. Sanders grabs ahold of Reid by the neck but the FSW Champion fights him off with multiple kicks to the body and legs. Xavier runs off the ropes but Sanders quickly catches him with a clothesline from hell that sends Reid to the outside floor.
Carter: Both men trading shots in the early going. Xavier regaining his composure on the outside.
Bennett: Holy shit! What is Sanders doing?
Sanders runs back across the ring, bounces off the ropes, and comes flying into Reid with a suicide dive. Reid hits the floor and Sanders surprisingly lands on his feet after the impact.
Aiello: Superb showing of agility and athletism from the big man. He's looking to capitalize on this opportunity.
Carter: It's not every week you get to face a champion from another brand on home turf.
Sanders brings Reid to his feet and slams him face first into the guard rail. Sanders goes for an irish whip and sends Reid into the steel post. Reid falls to the floor and Sanders rolls in and out of the ring to restart the count. Reid slowly climbs to his feet and gets met with a running big boot to the face. Sanders has to peel him off the floor and rolls Reid back in the ring. Sanders gets on the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He leaps into a Guillotine Leg Drop and hits nothing but the mat as Reid rolls out of the way.
Aiello: The high risk backfires on Dominic this time! He went for Titletown, but Reid scrambles out of the way and that could be the opening he needed.
Sanders holds his backside in pain and Reid comes running in with a dropkick that almost takes his head off. Xavier brings Sanders up to his feet in a thai clinch and hits him with knee strikes to the chest. Reid releases him and runs off the ropes. He catches Sanders with a spinning neckbreaker and goes for the cover.
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Reid stands up and hits a quick running leg drop on Sanders. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps into a diving double foot stomp. Sanders rolls out the way and Reid lands on his feet. Sanders gets back up but gets drilled with a springboard superman punch from Reid. The FSW Champion makes the cover.
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Kickout!
Reid brings Sanders to his feet and hits him with a knife edge chop. Reid strikes him across the chest once again and whips him into the ropes. Sanders ducks under a spin kick from Reid and returns with a flying shoulder tackle. Both men scramble to their feet but Sanders picks Reid up and delivers a spinebuster. Sanders pulls Reid up and hits a bridging german suplex for the pin.
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Sanders gets back to his feet and stomps on the chest of his opponent. He brings Reid up and turns into an irish whip. Reid reverses and sends Sanders into the ropes. He picks up Sanders for a spinebuster but gets countered into a Texas Tornado DDT. Sanders quickly makes the cover.
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Kickout!
Aiello: Near fall there for Sanders! This match has been back and forth and surprisingly fast-paced for a man who spent a few days in the hospital. Sanders was half a second away from defeating FSW's top wrestler.
Bennett: Xavier's been here before. He knew what he was getting into.
Sanders brings Reid to his feet and backs him into the corner. He hits Reid with a couple of right hands and lifts him onto the turnbuckle. Sanders climbs up with him but Reid hits him with a european uppercut. Sanders gets knocked to the mat after another uppercut and Reid stands on the top rope. He leaps into a 450 corkscrew and connects with Sanders. Reid stays on him for the cover.
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Aiello: Xavier Reid with a huge move from the top.
Carter: These two are laying it all out there. It could go either way.
Reid brings Sanders to his feet and backs him into the corner. He goes for an irish whip but Sanders reverses and sends Reid into the turnbuckles. Sanders comes running in for a clothesline but gets met with two feet to the face. Reid hops onto the second turnbuckle and jumps into a double axe handle. Sanders catches him in mid-air and plants Reid with a T-Bone suplex. Sanders shuffles over to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He turns around and hits Reid with Titletown! Sanders makes the cover.
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DING! DING! DING!
Jessica Stroup: And your winner, by pinfall. Dominic Sanders!
The crowd reacts with a mixed response, including this big Xavier Reid fan.
Aiello: That's a huge win for Sanders! He defeats the FSW Champion and holds court here on BRAWL.
Bennett: Impressive match from both men.
Sanders lays in the middle of the ring next to Xavier Reid. He reaches up and holds his head. As "Phenomenal" plays, Sanders slowly gets to his feet, only to stumble through the ring and falls to his hands and knees. The referee motions for medical help to come out. Gil Griffin has run down the ramp and into the ring to check on his friend. Finally, the medical staff rushes to the ring and surrounds Sanders, as he discusses his head with them. They help Sanders to his feet and help walk him to the back.
Aiello: Well, it appears that Dominic Sanders is still feeling the effects of that backstage attack a week ago on Rampage.
Bennett: That stupid son-of-a-bitch probably wasn't even cleared to be here.
Carter: As the medical staff checks on Dominic Sanders, we will head to a commercial break. We'll be right back with more Monday Night BRAWL!
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
BISHOP CHURCH
VS RUTHANN HUNTER
’Kashmir’ by Led Zepplin starts playing, the house lights turn off and green lasers pulse to the rhythm of the guitar...
... and out comes Bishop Church. His expression is stoic as he appears on the top of the ramp way. Each step is deliberate and in tune. His silhouette slinks down towards to the ring side area only occasionally highlighted by green light.
Jessica Stroup: Now coming down to the ring, one half of N ... S ... F ... W, they call him BISHOP CHURCH!
Aiello: Bishop Church has impressive since joining the EWC ranks. He was out of wrestling for a long time. But it seems like riding a bike for him.
Carter: He has won almost every match since he started, Ruthann Hunter has another tough challenge ahead of her. But if anyone is up to the task, it is Ruthless Aggression.
Bennett: Hopefully Bishop Church ends this boring roller-coaster reign of Ruthann. Then he loses it to someone that actually has class like the ReMnant Rob Garcia!
Church slowly climbs up the steps and enters the ring. He looks towards the hard camera side and as the song escalates, he raises one fist into the air. The house lights come on as his music fades out to the approval of the crowd.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent….weighing in at 200 pounds and hailing from Brooklyn, NY….she is YOUR EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION……….RUTHHHHANNNNN HUNNNNNTTERRRRRR!
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 along with the title with a sick grin on her face. She walks towards the steps. She climbs inside of the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckle as she sings the chorus with them.
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
She then jumps down and turns around facing the person taking off the trench coat. She hands it to the person on the outside ready to fight.
Aiello: Ruthann Hunter looking for yet another successful Television Title defense. She has proven to be a great Television Champion, and looks to keep it going a little longer.
Bennett: Yeah great, except that whole Dominic Sanders ordeal. And should I mention Kendrick Kross?
Carter: No one is buying your crap Steve. Ruthless Aggression is an EWC legend in action, and the EWC is better off for it. But Bishop Church is a hell of a wrestler.
DING DING DING
Bishop Church and Ruthann circle each other a few times before locking up. Bishop Church is the first to get the advantage, managing to put Ruthann in a Side Headlock. He wrenches down a few times, but the advantage does not last long as Ruthann manages to push Bishop Church off and into the ropes. Church bounces off the ropes, and is immediately met with a Spear by Ruthann, taking him down. Ruthann quickly gets to her feet, and backs up, as Bishop Church is getting to his feet, Ruthann charges and delivers a Punt Kick to the head of Church. Ruthann goes for the quick cover...the ref counts…1
2...kickout by Bishop Church
Aiello: Ruthann went for the quick win, but Bishop Church has proven he is too tough to be taken out that early.
Ruthann grabs Church, bringing him to his feet, he goes to whip Church into the corner, but it is reversed and Church sends Ruthann into the corner. Church charges and connects with a Clothesline. He doesn’t let Ruthann fall, instead pushing her back into the corner. Church drives his shoulder into the midsection of Ruthann a few times. Church grabs the arm of Ruthann, leading her out of the corner before driving a knee into her midsection. He quickly follows with a Snap Suplex. He bounces off the ropes, and lands a Knee Drop to the head of the downed Ruthann. Church gets to his feet, then puts Ruthann in a head lock. As he wrenches down with more and more torque, the ref checks on Ruthann, but she refuses to quit. Ruthann manages to get to her knees, then to the standing position. But Church wrenches down even harder, bringing Ruthann back to a knee. Church applies even more torque, but Ruthann gets a second wind, and manages to bring Church down with a Back Body Drop. Ruthann takes a few seconds to catch her breath, giving Church time to get to his feet. As he goes, Ruthann goes for a hard right but it is blocked by Church. Church steps up, wraps up Ruthann, and takes her hard to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Church hooks the legs, the ref counts…
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Carter: Church has taken control of this match. Great strategy trying to slow Ruthless Aggression down.
Bennett: And a great strategy if you want to give the fans a reason to go to the bathroom.
Aiello: Bennett’s cynicism aside. If Church can keep Ruthann grounded, his chances of winning the Television Title increase exponentially.
Church gets to his feet first, he comes up behind Ruthann as she gets to her feet. Church locks in The Sleeper, but the wily vet quickly makes her way to the ropes forcing Church to release the hold. Being the class act he is, Church backs off. Ruthann turns, and they circle each other once more. This time Church goes to lock up, but Ruthann ducks under the attempt. As Church turns, he is met by a Spinning Heel Kick. Ruthann quickly heads to the corner, makes her way to the top turnbuckle, she gets set, leaps, and comes down with a Double Foot Stomp, but Church rolled out of the way at the last second. The wily, vet rolls with the flow, and rolls back onto her feet. Church comes in hard for a Clothesline, but Ruthann ducks it. Church bounces off the ropes, Ruthann goes for a kick to the gut, but Bishop Church manages to stop his momentum, and grab Ruthann’s foot. Church extends the leg of Ruthann, then comes down hard with an elbow to the braced knee. Church then locks in a Half Crab on the braced knee of Ruthann. Ruthann is clearly in pain as she tries to find a way to escape the hold. The ref checks on her, but she refuses to quit. Ruthann starts snake crawling toward the ropes. She gets within a few inches, but Church realizes this, and abandons the hold. As Ruthann is slowly getting to her feet, Church charges he goes for the Running Knee Strike, but Ruthann seems to sense it coming, and manages to evade the contact at the last second.
Aiello: Ruthann Hunter managed to escape disaster there. If Church connected, that could have been the end of her Television Title reign.
Church turns to Ruthann getting to her feet, he goes to reach for Ruthann, but she catches him a few hard gut shots, followed by a kick to the gut, then a Death Valley Driver. She goes for the pin...the ref counts…
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Church gets his foot on the ropes. Ruthann grabs Church, bringing him to his feet, but he catches her offguard with an Elbow to the face, then a hard right, he finishes the combo by wrapping up Ruthann and throwing her into the corner with an Exploder Suplex. He drags Ruthann out of the corner then goes for the cover...the ref counts…
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Aiello: Another close fall for Bishop Church!
Bennett: He must be picturing her as that deer that McGuire hit with her car. I bet Church loaded that bastard up and made some good jerky out that sum-bitch! In fact, I may need to talk to him after the show about what they did with that deer!
Church wastes no time grabbing Ruthann and bringing her to her knees. He sets her up for a Powerbomb, but as he flips her up, she begins unloading hard rights to the head of Church, thus causing Church to lose his grip. Ruthann lands on her feet, then is quick to attempt a Back Kick, but Church is ready for it, and pushes Ruthann’s leg forward, forcing her to the mat. Church does not release the leg, instead, he again drops down on the bad knee of Ruthann with an Elbow. He drags her into the center of the ring, as he goes for another Half-Crab, Ruthann manages to push him off via a hard kick with the other leg. Ruthann charges to her feet, she storms Church, going for a Clothesline, but Church blocks it, countering into the Sleeper.
Ruthann is fighting to escape, but Church has it locked in too tight. Ruthann in starting to lose concsiousness, the ref lifts her arm, it drops for the first time. The ref lifts her arm again, it drops for a second time. The ref lifts the arm for the third and final time, but Ruthann doesn’t let it drop, instead she begins pumping her fist, she pushes backward with all her might, causing Church to slam hard into the corner. But Church’s grasp is too strong, and he does not let up. Ruthann attempts again, but the bigger, experienced Church plants his feet so Ruthann can’t gain the same momentum. Ruthann’s eyes are starting to fade, yet Church inexplicably decides to let Ruthann go. Ruthann drops to the mat. Church waits for Ruthann to get to her hands and knees, pushing herself to her feet. Church charges while she is still on her knees, and Church connects with the Running Knee Strike. He hooks the legs, the ref counts….
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DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner…. AND NEW EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION…..BISSSSHHOPPPP CHHHURRRRRCHHHHH!Aiello: Church has done it! He has taken the Television Title from Ruthless Aggression!
Bennett: I think I might buy him a drink! And then eat some deer jerky!
Carter: What a match! That could have gone either way. But Church managed to win his first EWC title on his first attempt. He can only go up from here.
The ref raises his arm in victory, until Mike McGuire storms into the rng, bumping the ref out of the way, and grabbing the raised Title holding arm in victory. Mike and Bishop make their way out of the ring with pride as the fans cheer on the new Television Champion.
Aiello: What a Match folks. But that isn’t the only title on the line tonight. Coming up next is our Main Event. EWC fan favorite and X-Division Champion Nostalgia is set to defend the X-Division Title against David Miller in a Ladder Match.
The crowd was going crazy after the match was finished as the music was blasting in the arena loud. Once it quiets down Max notices that Ruthann didn't move out of the ring yet. Max Carter stands up looking a bit worried trying to see Ruthann's face to make sure she was okay.
Carter: Guys... she not moving.....
Bennett: Come on. After a match like that, I wouldn't be either. Did you see how Church gave it to her inside of that ring!
Aiello: He did and she gave it right back but during the match, I could tell something was wrong... something is up....
The crowd has a hush that comes over them watching closely at what is going on inside of the ring. Ruthann lays on her back catching her breath. She slowly sits up and right away the people know something was wrong. It is told all over her face. Ruthann stands up and just falls back down to the mat hard. Jaden Hunter comes running down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Ruthann opens and closes her hand, hitting her arm with the other one to get the feeling back into it. At the same time she shakes her legs to get feeling back into them, but it seems it isn't helping her one bit. Ruthann looks up and notices Jaden is there. She holds back tears trying to pull herself up in the corner. But she falls back down to the mat.
Ruthann "Ruthless Aggression" Hunter: .. I. I can’t feel them... I can’t feel..my legs. .....
Jaden knows right away his wife is starting to panic a bit. He gets down on the same level with her, cupping her face making sure she is looking at him right in the eye. Ruthann takes in deep breaths as he helps her to calm down. Ruthann calms down a bit as Jaden swallows hard looking into her eyes, staying calm himself.
Jaden "FSW GM Xplode" Hunter: Stand up!
Ruthann nods, closing her eyes softly and stands up on her feet. Once she does this the crowd starts to clap for her. Ruthann looks around at the fans, gives them a thumbs up with a soft smile, and slowly walks out of the ring. Jaden helps her out of the ring as she holds onto him and starts walking up the ramp with him. She stops, looking out towards the crowd once more with tears in her eyes, and they slowly walk towards the back together.
Aiello: We are back. We have received word that medical staff is checking on Ruthann Hunter. She didn't look too good. We will, hopefully, be able to update you guys at some point. That being said, it's been an amazing Monday Night BRAWL so far!
Carter: That's right. We have seen Anthony Grunge begin a win streak. We have seen Kendrick Kross continue on a winning path after a short losing streak. And, among other things, we have seen a new EWC Television Champion crowned in Bishop Church! Hopefully Ruthann Hunter is alright after that absolute slugfest.
Bennett: And the ReMnant! We've seen the ReMnant tonight!
Aiello: And, as you probably have guessed by now, Donkey Punch was unable to compete tonight due to the attacks by, assumedly, Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon.
"My Way" by Limp Bizkit begins playing and the crowd raises to their feet in a mixed reaction. Victor Price emerges from the back and makes his way out towards the ring, microphone in hand.
Aiello: And it looks like we will be visited by Victor Price here tonight!
Bennett: He better say something damn good.
Price steps through the ropes and looks out over the crowd as the music quiets down. The mixed reaction continues as some of the crowd begins a "YOU'RE A LOSER" chant. He laughs before raising the microphone to his mouth.
Price: That's rich. That's great. You'd think, after almost two months of being gone because of YOUR stadium being rickety, that you would show me a little better respect for the night I have given you so far.
The crowd continues to react in boos, some indifferent, for Price.
Price: Now, I'm not here for anything other than one reason. I have a big announcement to make. One that's going to blow the retractable roof off of this place!
Aiello: A big announcement? I wonder what he has in store for us!
Bennett: Well, if you'd shut your mouth, he'll tell us!
Price: I have come here tonight to inform the EWC Universe that I have been having some serious discussions with President Danny Mac. And he has granted me permission to hire an assistant. Now, not just any assistant like someone to go fetch me coffee. No no no no no. From now on, you're going to see a little less of Victor Price.
The majority of the crowd cheers.
Price: And you're going to see a little more of my new Assistant General Manager! And he's a guy that I think you'll really like. Me? He's okay. He hasn't given me any reason to piss me off, yet. But Mac has hand-picked this guy. And he will be very hands on with Monday Night BRAWL. In fact, you'll all get a chance to meet him... Do you want to meet him?
The crowd begins cheering and screaming "YES!" at Victor Price.
Price: Alright! You'll get a chance to meet him... NEXT MONDAY in Minsk, Belarus!
The teased crowd begins a disappointed "boo."
Price: And, as his first act of duty, he has created one of the most exciting schedule of matches that Monday Night BRAWL has seen in a long time. Next week in Minsk you will see the return of AJ Johnson as he takes on Orianna Johnson in a match to determine the Number One Contender for our NEW Television Champion, Bishop Church!
The crowd cheers.
Price: Kendrick Kross and David Miller will slug it out to be entered into the X-Division Championship picture!
The crowd cheers again.
Price: Emma Louise will get a chance at redemption as she will take on Vannah White...
The crowd cheers loudly.
Price: AND Griffin Hawkins in a Triple Threat Match!
The crowd cheers even louder.
Price: Tag Team Champion Rob Garcia...
The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos.
Price: And Captain Morgan Darkwater!
The crowd, mostly, cheers.
Price: Will take on the tag team duo of Bishop Church and Mike McGuire, also known as NSFW!
The crowd erupts and a faint "N-S-F-W!" chant can be heard from the rafters:
Price: And, in an amazing Main Event thanks to my new Assistant General Manager... In a non-title match, Natalie Young will take on your EWC Undisputed Champion Luke Wolfe!
The crowd erupts. They begin chants of "THIS IS AWESOME!" Price listens to the chants for a moment, waiting for the crowd to quiet down a bit.
Price: Oh, that's not all! If Natalie Young beats Luke Wolfe in any way next week... she will get a rematch at Scars and Stripes for the EWC Undisputed Championship!
The crowd erupts once again.
Price: Yes. It should be a great night in Minsk! And there's one more big announcement. But I'm going to go ahead and let the Doc make that announcement next week from Minsk!
Price drops the microphone down to his side as "My Way" begins playing once more. He begins exiting the ring and heading towards the back.
Aiello: What a card for next Monday! That's going to be a dang exciting night!
Bennett: Shit, even I'VE got chills!
Aiello: I wonder what he meant by "the Doc."
Bennett: Who cares! This guy has already done his job great!
Carter: And we aren't even done here tonight, yet! Let's take it up to the ring to Jessica Stroup for our Main Event!
X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH NO DQ
DAVID MILLER
VS NOSTALGIA
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is our Main Event Ladder Match… and it is for the EWC X-Division Championship!!! Introducing first, the challenger…
The lights of the U.S. Bank Stadium slowly dim to black, shrouding the crowd in darkness, causing murmurs of anticipation and flashes from camera phones. A haunting, but fervent piano begins to bleed through the P.A. system, slowly growing louder. Spotlights appear, sweeping over the crowd as a disembodied choir joins in behind the instrumental, adding more power to the music as the lights move faster through the now-riled fans. At the :45 second mark, 'Lost Generation' by Audiomachine hits its zenith with a crescendo. Both piano and vocals reverberate throughout the building as the lights converge on a side entrance at ground level, illuminating the hooded figure of David Miller as he storms out into the crowd, flanked by three members of the arena’s security staff. The reaction is immediate, in the form of an explosive and deafening ovation …
Jessica Stroup: Now being escorted to the ring, fighting out of Anaheim, California. Standing six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. This is The Assassin … DAVID ... MILLER!
Head bowed, Miller makes his way through the throng without taking notice of anything. Hands slap and grab for his jacket, still more reach out for slaps and fist bumps, but none of it seems to faze him. Leaving the security detail behind, he steps onto the floor mats and circles around to the steps, pausing at the bottom long enough to peel off his hoodie. Carelessly tossing it aside, Miller jogs up the steps to the apron and ducks between the ropes, immediately moving across to the far side to begin pacing from corner to corner like a caged animal. Every now and again, he glances up at the stage while throwing a few combinations, before returning to the restless back and forth march, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, the champion..
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.[/font]
“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!”
Nostalgia stands motionless for a few seconds with his chin tucked to his chest until he hears…
“STAY WOKE!"
Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Pine Barrens, NJ…weighing in at 289 pounds…He is the X-Division Television Champion...The Prophet of Pain….NOSTALGIAAAA!
On hearing his name, Nostalgia takes a bow. As he gets to a standing position, pyrotechnics explode encircling him.
“STAY WOKE!"
He walks through the pyrotechnics with the EWC X-Division Title high in the air. As he makes his way down the ramp, he slaps the hands of as many fans as he possibly can. He switches between high-fiving and fist bumping fans at each set of barricades every few feet.
“NOW STAY WOKE”
Nostalgia jumps on the apron, the over the ropes and into the ring.Nostalgia circles the ring with his arms spread wide, palms up, signaling for the fans to make some noise . Nostalgia stands in the center of the ring, and raises the EWC X-Division Title in the air, holds it for a few seconds. He brings it down and presses it against his chest, then slaps it with pride to psych himself up before handing it off to the referee.
“DON”T YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!”.
Upon hearing these words, Nostalgia retreats to his corner, stretching, waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
With the X-Division Championship hung high above the ring, both competitors know that the only way to win this match, and to win/retain the championship itself, is to climb the ladder to the belt now hung fifteen feet above the ring’s surface and retrieve it. The two men circle the ring and start the match out with a collar and elbow tieup, just trying to feel one another out. Nostalgia with a standing side headlock. Miller comes through with forearm shots to the ribs and sends Nostalgia off to the ropes. Nostalgia comes back with a big shoulder block. Nostalgia stands over the downed Assassin, then bounds off of the ropes. Miller with an attempted body trip but Nostalgia scoots over. Nostalgia against the far ropes. Miller pops up and attempts a hip toss, but Leonardo Lutter blocks it and counters with a hip toss of his own. Miller hits the mat and pounds his fist against it as he rolls up against the corner. Miller seems to be off here in the early going here tonight and it’s got The Prophet of Pain feeling confident.Aiello: Nostalgia is showing why he is the champ right now, Max.
Carter: That's right. He has started off in control in this one.
Miller pops back up and once again the two circle the ring. Miller comes in with a straight right shot catching the X-Division champion and staggering him immediately. Miller with a boxing combo to continue his strikes and he follows up with an irish whip that’s turned around by Big Nos. Miller comes back and nails Nostalgia with a clothesline that sends him down to the mat. Miller with some vicious stomps and an elbow drop into the chest of the champion.
Aiello: And now, David Miller is showing signs that he wants and deserves to be the champ!
Bennett: Don't let him fool you. He couldn't lace my boots!
Miller pulls Nos back up to his feet and locks him up with a ddt attempt but Nostalgia counters with an inside heel trip. With Miller down, Nos hops on top and rains down with a barrage of mounted punches. Miller squirms to get out of the way and grabs the bottom rope to pull himself out of the ring. The crowd has a negative reaction as Miller chooses to take a moment on the outside of the ring to gather himself. Nostalgia isn’t waiting though, he bounds off of the far ropes and comes leaping out with a big suicide dive that sends Miller crashing backwards into the barricade. Nostalgia pops back up and pumps his fist with the crowd firmly behind him.
Carter: What a move by the giant man!
Nostalgia looking to keep up the extreme action here at ringside, is the first to go under the ring for a ladder. He slides the ladder out from under the ring but David Miller surprises him with a double axe handle smash to the back. Miller grabs Nos by the back of the head and slams him against the barricade. Miller then grabs the ladder and slides it into the ring. Miller goes back to grab Nos but a knee lift from the champion stops Miller’s progress. Nos hits Miller with a big right hook and follows up with an attempted clothesline from hell, but Miller has the punchline well scouted. Miller grabs Nos from behind and slams him down into the thinly padded concrete with a reverse neckbreaker, stunning the champion.
Aiello: Miller has the champ reeling for a little bit.
Carter: Yeah, but Nostalgia knows how to handle these types of matches. Just look at what he did on Rampage last week in a steel cage!
Miller slides back into the ring and works to set the ladder up. Nos stirring on the outside gets a little bit of support from the crowd here tonight, willing him to get back up and into the ring. Miller is up on the first rung of the ladder but he sees Nos climbing back into the ring. Miller drops off and comes over with a stomp to the head of Nos leaving him hanging on the ropes. Nostalgia in trouble, Miller looks for a rope-hung DDT, but Nostalgia pulls his legs into the ring and counters with a big back body drop sending Miller over the top rope and crashing down to the floor below! Nostalgia looks up to see the Ladder already set up for him. He shakes off the cobwebs and begins to climb the ladder as the crowd cheers. He gets about half-way up before Miller slides back into the ring. Nostalgia reaches up but Miller shoves the ladder out from underneath Nostalgia causing him to crash down to the mat. The crowd boos as Miller looks around not feeling the crowds reaction to him here this evening.
Bennett: David Miller is one tough son-of-a-bitch!
Carter: I thought you said he couldn't lace your boots!
Bennett: Shut up, Carter!
Miller folds the ladder up and picks it up. He sizes up Nos who is still down on all fours and he slams the ladder down across the back of the champion. Nos screams out in agony as the metal ladder crushes his ribs and his spine. Miller raises the ladder a second time but this time Nostalgia has the wherewithal to not only roll out of the way, but to trip Miller up as well. Nostalgia back to his feet, he clutches his lower back as he grabs Miller by the back of the head and smashes his face into the turnbuckle. Miller stunned, Nostalgia whips him into the far corner and follows up with a vicious spear. Miller stunned, Nostalgia lifts him up into a seated position on the turnbuckles looking for some closure with a muscle buster. Nostalgia pulls Miller off of the turnbuckles but his back gives way. Miller lands on his feet and drills Nostalgia with a devastating headbutt known as the Headshot.
Bennett: Now that's using your head! Go get that belt!
With Nostalgia now down, Miller goes for the ladder again. He yanks it up as Nostalgia staggers back to his feet. Miller charges with the ladder but Nostalgia throws his boot up, big boot to the ladder sending it right into the face of the challenger! Miller lands with the ladder across his chest and Nostalgia sees his opportunity. Nostalgia climbs the turnbuckles and looks for the Denial Moonsault… Nostalgia leaps into the air and Miller rolls out of the way, leaving the ladder in his place… Nostalgia lands stomach first onto the ladder!
Aiello: Ouch! That had to hurt the champ!
Carter: This could be Miller's opportunity, if he can get the big man off of the ladder.
The champion in a lot of pain here, Miller charges from behind and scoops Nostalgia up in a rear waistlock. He slams Nostalgia chest first into the turnbuckles and then lands a high angle german suplex onto the ladder - Death Roll! Nostalgia looks to be out cold as he lays on the mat. Miller up and shaking off his own pain as he goes to set up the ladder, but the ladder is too bend to climb.
Aiello: That ladder isn't going to work anymore. He needs to grab a new one!
Bennett: Well thank you Captain Obvious!
Miller quickly slides out of the ring and retrieves a second ladder. He slides it back into the ring and sets it up. The crowd is willing Nostalgia on as Miller begins his climb. Nostalgia uses the other side of the ladder to pull himself up. Miller half way up now, and Nos is still at the bottom rung. Miller climbs a little further, and so does Nostalgia. Miller in arms reach of the championship now, he reaches up
But Nostalgia is there and catches him with a right hand!
Aiello: David Miller was INCHES away from being our new X-Division Champion!
The two men at the top of the ladder now, Nostalgia takes another step up to rain down with his punches on Miller. Miller counters with another headbutt that stuns the champion and nearly knocks him off of the ladder. Miller has a sadistic look in his eyes as he ducks under Nostalgia’s legs and pulls him up into the air at the top of the ladder - can it be?! Miller looking for the Hard Goodbye - a backdrop driver off of the top of the ladder that would surely break Nostalgia’s neck, but Nostalgia flips over Miller’s back and drives him down into the mat from ten feet with a sunset flip powerbomb!
Holy Shit!
Holy Shit!
Holy Shit!
EWC!
EWC!
EWC!
Holy Shit!
Holy Shit!
EWC!
EWC!
EWC!
Bennett: Holy shit!
Carter: I think that's what these people are saying!
Aiello: They're sure showing their appreciation for these two superstars tonight!
Both men are down now but Nostalgia is quick to get back up. He’s clutching his ribs with one arm and the back of his head with another. But Nostalgia is not done with Miller. Nostalgia yanks Miller back up to his feet and hoists him up with a firemans carry. Nostalgia is in a lot of pain as he holds Miller up on his shoulders, but he somehow manages to spin Miller around and drive him to the mat with a huge Pavolv’s Bell! Miller’s head is spiked off of the mat, and Nostalgia finishes him off by kicking him towards the ropes and then kicking him out of the ring beneath the bottom rope. The crowd is on their feet as Nostalgia is standing in the ring alone but in a lot of pain. Nostalgia turns his attention towards the ladder.
Aiello: This is it! This is Nostalgia's moment to retain!
Bennett: Miller, get up you poor bastard!
Nostalgia starts to climb the ladder. It’s a painfully slow process due to the punishment he has sustained but he makes it up halfway. Somehow, someway, David Miller is stirring on the outside of the ring! Nostalgia up three-quarters of the way, he reaches out with his long reach and touches the title belt but can’t get a grip on it. David Miller is willing himself on, his hands on the bottom rope he pulls himself up to the ring apron. Nostalgia takes another step up the ladder and nearly loses his balance! David Miller pulls himself into the ring but falls at the base of the ladder. He looks up to see Nostalgia reach up and grab the X-Division Championship belt, and yank it down!
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: The winner of the match… AND STILL EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPION… NOSTALGIA!!!Aiello: And that's it! Nostalgia retains! What a match!
Bennett: Son.. of.. a.. bitch!
Carter: What a night! What a great way to bring Monday Night BRAWL back onto the air!
Aiello: We will be live next week from Minsk, Belarus, folks! Monday Night BRAWL is going global!
Bennett: I better find my damn passport!
Aiello: For Steve Bennett and Max Carter, I am Joe Aiello! Goodnight everybody!
The camera pans in on Nostalgia, who has now reached the bottom of the ladder, holding up the X-Division Championship as we go off of the air.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: MNB
MATCH TWO: Dominic Sanders
MATCH THREE: Xavier Reid
MATCH FOUR: Xavier Reid
MATCH FIVE: Criss Cassidy
MATCH SIX: Nostalgia
MAIN EVENT: Magdalena Lockheart
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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VANNAH WHITE (DEBUT)
VS EMMA LOUISE
WINNER: Vannah White
HARDIN
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
WINNER: Anthony Grunge
REEK (N/S)
VS KENDRICK KROSS
WINNER: Kendrick Kross
JAY THUNDER
VS GRIFFIN HAWKINS
WINNER: Griffin Hawkins
CROSS-OVER MATCH
XAVIER REID
VS DOMINIC SANDERS
WINNER: Dominic Sanders
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
BISHOP CHURCH
VS RUTHANN HUNTER
WINNER: Bishop Church (and NEW EWC Television Champion)
X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
LADDER MATCH NO DQ
DAVID MILLER (N/S)
VS NOSTALGIA
WINNER: Nostalgia (and STILL EWC X-Division Champion)
BRAWL #508 MVP: BISHOP CHURCH
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