MNB #512 - LOS ANGELES

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WARNING:

This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL

EPISODE #512 | JULY 23RD 2018

LIVE! from the Staples Center, Los Angeles, California

EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Victor Price
Assistant General Manager: Roger "Doc" Hollister
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 #511 in Oakland, California.

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 Scott, Griffin Hawkins, Nostalgia, Orianna Johnson, Morgan Darkwater, Amis Shelton, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Donkey Punch, Bishop Church, Mike McGuire, Emma Louise, Rob Garcia, Natalie Young, Vannah White, Nick James, Young Sinatra, and Happy.

We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl:

Bishop Church with the Television Championship
Nostalgia with the X-Division Championship
Dominic Sanders with the International Championship
and finally...
Luke Wolfe with the Undisputed Championship

The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.



The energy at the Staples Center is electrifying.

A high-shot camera shows the electricity the fans have brought to the arena tonight.



The crowd is emotional tonight. Some fans can't contain their excitement for the show.

A chant begins of

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!

The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!

The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement

as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!

Some fans had so much fun in Oakland that they made the trip down south for an encore.



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 arena, some reading

"GIL GRIFFIN IS MY HERO"

"FSWhy?"

"Nostalgia 4:20"

"VANNAH IS DELICIOUS"

"Monday Night BRAWL"

"EWC4LIFE"

and "Kiss Me Grungey"

As the camera pans around the Staples Center once more, it finally comes to a stop at the stage. Suddenly, "My Way" by Limp Bizkit begins playing. Monday Night BRAWL General Manager Victor Price steps out from the back to a mixed reaction. He starts making his way down the ramp to the ring. He stops on the way to greet a few of the fans.

Aiello: Hello, everyone! Welcome to Monday Night BRAWL live from the Staples Center in Los Angeles! Looks like we aren't going to waste any time here tonight.

Carter: That's right. Our General Manager Victor Price is on his way to the ring! We haven't seen him since, what... Minneapolis?

Aiello: That's correct. It's been about six weeks since we've seen him here on BRAWL. "Doc" Hollister has been running things... and pretty smoothly, might I add.

Bennett: You brown-nosin' son-of-a-bitch!

Aiello: Always nice to see you, Steve. Did you bring your pillow this week?

Bennett: Is NSFW wrestling?

Aiello: Yes.

Bennett: Then you're damn right I did!

By this point, Price has gotten to the ring and has a microphone in hand. He waits for the crowd to settle down and his music stops before he brings the microphone to his mouth.

Price: The Staples Center! One of the top destinations every year! And you people thought Victor Price wasn't going to be here? You're sorely mistaken! But I'm not going to beat around the bush. No no no! I am going to cut right to business because I've got something to get straight and settle right now! "Doc" Hollister... get your ass out here!

The crowd cheers at the mention of "Doc's" name. After a few seconds, "American Idiot" begins playing and the crowd goes nuts.

Aiello: Well, it certainly sounds like the boss isn't happy with his assistant now does it?

Bennett: Would you be? He's been upstaged by the rookie for weeks!

"Doc" Hollister appears on the stage and begins walking down to the ring. He climbs up the steps and gets into the ring with Price.

Aiello: Upstaged may be an accurate statement, Steve. And things are heating up here!

The music fades and Price stands there staring at "Doc" in the face, who is not intimidated by his much bigger boss. Finally, Price raises the microphone to his mouth.

Price: "Doc" Hollister. Well, well, well. By the looks of things, you pretty much have this show covered, now, don't you? You've been lighting everything on fire, right?! Well, I'll tell you what. I'm not going to let you upstage the boss! You've been making me look bad for weeks, now, and I'm about sick of it! That's why I am here. I am going to make sure that this show runs damn smooth and under MY watch!

The crowd boos, disagreeing with Price's statement.

Aiello: I mean... I have to disagree. Things have been great since the last time we saw Price!

Bennett: Don't you disagree with the boss! It's been awful!

Carter: NOW who's the brown-noser?

Bennett: Shut up!

Price: Now listen up and listen good! Not everything has been sunshine and rainbows! One thing I don't particularly like is that you've been running around calling this YOUR show. It's NOT your show! It's MY show! And if you have a problem with that...

Price is interrupted when "It's all About the Benjamins" by Puff Daddy begins playing. Price and "Doc" both turn their attention to the stage as a younger man pops out onto the stage. He looks out to the ring before gazing out into the crowd.

The crowd doesn't react much, not knowing who this guy is. He's got a microphone in his hand and he looks around the crowd.

Bennett: Now who in the hell is that?

Aiello: I couldn't tell you, Steve.

Carter: I have no earthly idea, either!

The man pulls the microphone up to his mouth as the music quiets.

Man: Yo yo yo! What's happenin L.A.?!

The crowd reacts at the cheap pop.

Man: My name is Je'Mario Unger! And I'm da next big thing round here! An I've come to da EWC to represent da next big superstar! I am a manager for hire an I am gonna represent your next EWC Undisputed Champion! Who is it? I dunno! But I'm gonna find him or her! Yeah that's right! I'm gonna take somebody to da top and I am gonna be da reason that they are all over your shows and television screens. That's a fact, Jack! In fact, I already done got a couple calls this week! I'm gonna get somebody right! I aint get to this point by my good looks baby. Nah! I got here cuz I'm a hustla homie! I know how to play da game! Just you find out! Ya dig? Ha HA!

Price: WHOA!

Unger lowers his microphone for a second.

Price: I don't give a damn who you are or what you're doing here. Don't you EVER... EVER! Interrupt me on MY show again! Security! Get this clown out of my building!

The crowd cheers as three security officers come out from the back.

Unger: Yeah. ALWAYS tryin to hold me down! That's what they been doin all my life! Don't you worry Mr. Price. I'll see you again! This aint over!

The security officers force the microphone out of his hand and escort him to the back. During the commotion, "Doc" has grabbed a microphone.

"Doc": Oh... it looks like YOUR show is going SOOOOOOOOO well.

"Doc" has a giant grin come across his face and steps out of the ring as "American Idiot" begins to play again. He makes his way to the back as an irate Victor Price begins to stomp around the ring. He throws the microphone and exits the ring, as well, making his way to the back.

Aiello: Well... that was an interesting way to kick off this show from Los Angeles.

Bennett: I liked that Unger guy! Bring him back out! He had swag!

Carter: Swag, Steve?

Bennett: What? I'm hip! Don't let that McGuire tell you otherwise!

Aiello: Regardless, we've got quite the night for you folks. We...

‘Monster’ hits the sound system…

Bennett: NOW WHAT?!

The fans hit their feet, cheering for the Southern Belle that is about to emerge. Natalie Young doesn’t keep them waiting for long, emerging from behind the curtain in a nice pair of tan-colored slacks and a floral blouse, the majority of the burns to her face having healed. Pausing at the top of the ramp, the blond’s gaze skims over the crowd as she absorbs the energy the fans are putting off--a smile eventually gracing her lips as she raises a hand to wave in thanks.

Aiello: Oh my! This is first time we’ve seen Natalie Young since Scars and Stripes and the thirty bloody minutes she survived. Luke Wolfe may have retained the championship but there was certainly some controversy in how he did it.

Bennett: I see no controversy. You sons of bitches want to make something out of nothing.

Carter: A fireball to the face is nothing? I wouldn’t believe that as just desperation but this is the first time Luke Wolfe has done this in regards to the Undisputed Championship.

Making her way down the ramp, Young slaps the hands of the fans on both sides of the aisle as best as she can… though once she reaches the bottom of the ramp? She’s speeding up and sliding into the ring, getting nimbly to her feet despite the high heels she’s wearing. Rather than mounting the turnbuckle and playing more to the crowd, however, Natalie instead walks over to one side of the ring, accepting a microphone from an A/V tech with murmured thanks. As her music fades, she wastes no time in bringing it to her lips.

Natalie Young: Good evening, Los Angeles!

...and of course, the cheers spike after that greeting. The Southern Belle shakes her head, amusement clear in her tone.

Natalie Young: I know, I know… I shouldn’t have gone with such a cheesy greeting, but if I’m being honest? Right now, I need to hear that support from you--and I am beyond grateful that you’re willing to give it to me. So from the bottom of my heart, just let me say that if you’re here in the arena or watching at home… thank you. With that being said, I also have something else to say; I’m sorry, BRAWL. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to bring the EWC Championship back with me to where it belongs.

A pause; after taking a deep breath and soaking up a bit more of the crowd’s cheers even in the face of her admitting her shortcoming, she continues.

Natalie Young: You’ll note that I didn’t refer to it as the Undisputed Championship because… well, let’s be honest, here. While Luke Wolfe did beat me, he sure didn’t do it cleanly. No, even though I went into that Iron Man match injured after suffering quite the beating at the hands of Captain Morgan Darkwater, Luke couldn’t get the job done without quite literally bringing the closest thing he could to the Hell he promised with that fireball to the face. He was so scared, so terrified that I was better than he was even when I wasn’t at a hundred percent… that he dipped into his bag of tricks for something that he would have been disqualified for had the referee seen it. But you know what? It’s okay that the referee missed it. Know why?

The Southern Belle steps closer to the camera that’s joined her in the ring, her gaze boring holes into the lens.

Natalie Young: Because the rest of the world saw it, Luke--and we’re all going to hold you accountable for your sins.

Nodding to affirm her point, Natalie’s tone sharpens as she continues, intensity dripping off of her each and every word as she allows that competitive spirit burn all the brighter.

Natalie Young: Yes, that’s right… I’m not willing to sit here and let you lie your way out of this one. I’m not going to sit here and nod my head and agree with every last ounce of--of bullcrap that you’ve spewed go unanswered because we both know how dishonest you’re being. If you respected me, after all, you would’ve owned just what you had to do to beat me--but you didn’t, now did you Luke? No, you had the audacity to strut your way down the ramp at RAMPAGE, climb into that ring, and talk like you didn’t need to cheat in order to get the job done. You were willing to rely upon the rule of what happens to a championship in the event of a match ending in a disqualification to retain the EWC Championship. And do you know what that makes you?

A pause; Natalie all but snarls her next two words.

Natalie Young: A coward.

And on those two words… the BRAWL fans come unglued with cheers, rallying around the Southern Belle’s rightful assessment of the man she is refusing to yield to.

Aiello: Strong words from the former number 1 contender. Stronger accusation here… and I can’t help but think that she’s got a point.

Bennett: What a load of bull. She didn’t have what it takes to get it done, son. She blew it and now she’s out here calling Wolfe a coward? Pathetic.

Carter: No, I get it. They spent all that night beating the holy Hell out of each other and it ended the way it did. Luke wrote it off as the cost of business. Don’t you feel that is a little suspect, Steve?

Bennett: Watch your mouth around me, kid. I mean what I said. Luke did what he had to and it’s not his fault that Natalie didn’t have to gumption to do it to him first.

Allowing the fans to settle down a little, the Southern Belle continues--eyes blazing with conviction and fury both.

Natalie Young: And Luke, you’re going to be reminded of your cowardice everywhere you go until you do the right thing and give me the rematch that I deserve. Remember what I said about the world holding you accountable? I’m not the only one you wronged. You wronged each and every fan that spent their hard-earned money to be in attendance at Scars and Stripes and to subscribe to EWC.TV by denying them the fair match that they deserved to see. So you know what? Everywhere you go, every appearance you make and every match you wrestle, the simple truth will follow you just... like... this.

A clearing of her throat.

Natalie Young: Luke’s a co-ward!

She claps five times.

Natalie Young: Luke’s a co-ward!

Another five claps--and by now, the fans are joining in.

Fans: LUKE’S A CO-WARD!

The chant builds momentum, reaching deafening levels as the Southern Belle falls silent, letting the fans carry her message far and wide with a serious expression.

Aiello: What a turn of events here. Folks, we saw this during the match. Luke came into that night as a fan favorite but as the match went on--those cheers began to dissipate, especially with how he chose to retain the EWC Undisputed Championship. I don’t think he ever expected Natalie to call him on it, much less for the fans here to join her in holding him accountable.

Eventually, the Southern Belle is motioning to the crowd--slowly but surely getting them to quiet down. Natalie brings the mic back to her lips once they’ve gotten down to a dull roar, her voice enough to quell things the rest of the way.

Natalie Young: I’m not afraid of you, Luke, and I’m not afraid of making you face the consequences of your actions. So what’s it gonna be? It’s your call… Cowardly Wolfe.

Dropping the mic, ‘Monster’ hits the sound system as Natalie makes her way to a turnbuckle, climbing up on it to play to the crowd as they roar their support of the blond.

Aiello: What a strong statement made by Natalie Young here tonight.

Bennett: She's got no business being out here! She can't just call out the champ like that!

Carter: Oh stop that, Steve. She has every right to be out here and to say what she said!

Aiello: In any event, I'm going to see if I can get this out this time. Let's try take number two, shall we? We've got a great night ahead of us! We've got FSW action! We've got tag team action! We've got a number one contender match for the Television Championship. We've got Rampage superstars. We have celebrities! Superstar athletes! This evening is sure to be jam-packed! Let's go to FSW announcer Stan Gordon, who is in the ring to kick things off! 

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FSW SINGLES MATCH

MARQUEE

VS MATT ANGEL

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Gordon: The following contest is for one fall, and is a Future Stars of Wrestling Match! This contest will have a ten minute time limit! Introducing first...

"Hate Me Now" begins to play as Marquee walks out onto the rampway. Behind him a shower of purple pyro comes from the floor up. At this point Marquee bends down to one knee, points at himself, and shakes his head up and down.

Gordon: From Miami, Florida... weighing in at 231 pounds... MARQUEEEE!

Marquee walks inside the ring and stands on each corner as he listens to a chorus mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.

Aiello: Here comes the young man they call Marquee.

Carter: He had an absolute barn-burner with David Scott on the last Uprising show, who will also be in action tonight.

Bennett: David Scott? You mean to tell me that guy is on FSW too?

Carter: That's right.

Bennett: Damn, son! He's everywhere!

The music fades out. "I will Show You" by Ashes To New blasts throughout the Staples Center. The crowd raises to their feet in jubilation. Matt Angel walks out and with his arms raised he walks down the ramp way high-fiving the fans.

Gordon: And his opponent... from LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA!

The crowd roars loudly.

Gordon: Weighing in at 180 pounds... MAAATT ANGEEEEL!

Aiello: And here comes the hometown Matt Angel!

Carter: Angel has been doing pretty well for himself over on FSW. Two weeks ago he won a triple threat match against Dirk Buchanan and Mark McNair, who wasn't too long ago facing off with Xavier Reid for the FSW Championship!

Aiello: Speaking of Xavier Reid, let's not forget that Angel defeated Reid not too long ago!

He jumps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle and also celebrates cheering to the fans. He hops into the ring and the music fades.

DING DING DING

The two men circle the ring. Marquee walks towards Angel. Angel thinks he is going to lock up in a collar-and-elbow, but Marquee quickly dropkicks Angel in the right knee. This sends Angel to the mat. Marquee gets up quickly and stomps on Angel’s back. After about four stomps, Marquee picks Angel up off of the mat and delivers a snap suplex. He floats over into a cover.







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Kickout by Angel.

Marquee lifts Angel off of the mat and Irish-whips him into the corner. He follows and leaps, looking to drive a knee into Angel’s face. Angel ducks out of the way and Marquee knees the top turnbuckle.

Aiello: No one there for Marquee.

Angel stands behind Marquee and wraps him up, delivering a release German Suplex. Angel kips up to his feet and turns towards Marquee, who landed on the back of his head. Angel walks over to Marquee and lifts him off of the mat. He wraps him up and hits a textbook overhead belly-to-belly suplex. He hurries over for the cover.








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Marquee kicks out just before the three.

Carter: Some great suplex-action being shown by Matt Angel.

Bennett: This match is already more entertaining than an NSFW match!

Angel pops up to his feet and walks over to Marquee. Marquee positions himself between Angel and the referee and delivers a knee right to Angel’s groin. The referee sees it as a knee to the stomach, so there will be no disqualification. Angel drops to the mat like a sack of potatoes and the crowd boos Marquee for what he did to their hometown boy. Marquee reaches down and picks Angel up by the ear. He starts yelling at him as the referee begins a count for Marquee to release his ear. Marquee releases Angel’s ear and stares down the referee. As he turns his attention back to Angel, Angel rolls Marquee up in a small package.







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Kickout by Marquee.

Aiello: Matt Angel almost caught Marquee sleeping there!

Bennett: Sleep! That’s a great idea!

Carter: Not again…

Marquee is quick to his feet as he lays the boots to the back of Angel’s head. He pulls Angel up to his feet and twists Angel’s arm. He drops an elbow down into Angel’s shoulder. Angel falls to both knees. Marquee holds this for awhile, putting extra torque on the shoulder when necessary. The referee continues to ask Angel if he submits, which prompts quick "no" responses. Finally, Marquee talks a little trash as he releases the wrist and lets Angel get to his feet. As Angel gets to his feet, Marquee delivers a hard knife-edge chop to Angel’s chest. Angel, feeling a surge of energy, almost shrugs the move off as he bends down and picks Marquee up, delivering an inverted atomic drop that has Marquee doubled over in pain.

Aiello: This has been a great back-and-forth match by these two Future Stars!

Carter: And right now we are sitting at eight minutes and approaching the end of the ten minute time limit.

Angel bounces himself off of the ropes and swings, looking to deliver a clothesline. He connects and turns Marquee inside-out. Marquee looks at the crowd, who is wildly behind him. He pulls Marquee off of the mat and shoves his arm between his legs. Angel grabs the other arm and lifts Marquee up in a pumphandle into The Fallen! He covers!







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DING DING DING

Gordon: Here is your winner… Los Angeles’ own… MATT ANGEEEEL!

“I Will Show You” begins to play again as Matt raises his arms in victory. He climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle in one of the corners and celebrates with the hometown crowd.

Aiello: What a match! Matt Angel came away with the victory here tonight!

Bennett: Marquee got robbed!

Aiello: Ah, Steve! You’re awake!

Bennett: I never fell asleep! I just said it was a good idea!

Carter: Like you said, Joe, that definitely was a heck of a match by these two. I’m looking forward to the rest of the night! Folks, we will be right back after this commercial break!

[MNB]

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SINGLES MATCH

HAPPY

VS EMMA LOUISE

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Aiello: Wow, folks. Before the commercial break, you just saw the Future Stars of Wrestling at their best. Matt Angel was able to come away with the victory from Marquee, who said earlier this week that he is looking to join the red brand permanently!

Bennett: He'll need to do better than that if he wants to survive here, son!

Aiello: But coming up, we’re about to show you what the current Monday Night BRAWL brand has to offer. We have the always-stalwart Emma Louise taking on newcomer Happy. Emma Louise, no matter what, keeps coming back for more but from what we’ve seen from this Happy fellow, that might be a huge mistake.

Bennett: I’m really starting to hate these red headed bitches.

Carter: Why don’t you take another nap, old man? I doubt Emma sees signing up for this match as a mistake and more of a chance to get on the right side of the column here. Happy may have that intimidation factor but Emma Louise is a long time veteran of BRAWL and you should NEVER count her out.

Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First…

"Neo Geo" plays and Emma dances through the curtain.

Stroup: On her way to the ring, from London, England, EMMA LOUISE!!!

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.

Pyros hit, lights flash red and black, and "Ain't no Grave" by Johnny Cash begins to play as fans begin to cheer and jeer and Happy drives out from the back on his custom Harley. He stops atop the stage and looks out to the crowd both left and right and revs his engine before he rides towards the ring. He's wearing blacked out custom Oakleys, his 'Crimson Demons' leather cut, no shirt underneath and black jeans with white shoes.

Jessica Stroup: And her opponent, making his Monday Night BRAWL debut, fighting out of Oakham, Massachusetts, standing 6'2" and weighing 245 pounds, HAPPY! 

He steps off of his Harley putting his glasses down on it and then taking his Cut and laying it onto the seat of the bike before sliding into the ring. Once inside Happy wears a menacing smile as he rolls his fists waiting for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

Happy immediately lunges forward with a powerful clothesline, but Emma sees it coming from a mile away and skillfully ducks, bounding off the ropes and landing a dropkick right to the brutal biker’s jaw! Happy staggers back into the ropes, rubbing his jaw with an outright hateful glare to the young woman, who wastes no time at all in scrambling up the turnbuckle like a squirrel up a tree, leaping off and connecting with a gorgeous Hurricanrana! Hurt and angry, Happy rolls to the outside.

Aiello: I don’t think this is the first impression that Happy wanted to make here in his debut. There is no doubt in my mind that folks scout Emma Louise and forget how versatile she is in that ring.

Bennett: That’s a load of bull and you know it. Emma has had enough of getting beat down and so she goes and sucker punches an upstanding guy like this. I can’t stand it! It makes me sick!

Carter: And Emma isn’t through! Look out!

Happy staggers to his feet on the outside, a murderous look in his eyes, but whatever wicked desires he may have are surprisingly cut short as Emma Louise launches herself through the ropes, connecting with a diving spear that sends the alleged One-Percenter collapsing into a heap against the barricade! Emma jumps to her feet, making ‘c’mon!’ gestures to the crowd, who are already on their feet for the most part. Paul Turner begins the ten count.





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Scrambling upward again, feeding off the energy of the EWC faithful, Emma hops up onto the turnbuckle, launches into an Asai Moonsault…


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...and finds herself in a dire position, as Happy plucks her out of mid-air, situating her on his shoulders with a devilish grin that clearly reads ‘you’re in trouble now’. And that proves very true, as she’s javelined right into the turnbuckle for a vicious Snake Eyes!

Aiello: Oh God! It took a few moments for Happy’s motor to get running but that was a devastating counter to that high risk maneuver from Emma Louise!

Bennett: I already like this guy! Get that flippity-floppity shit off my screen!

Carter: Happy sure does have a mean streak on him but he’s just seconds away from being counted out!

Happy tugs himself up onto the apron and wastes no time repositioning his body and dropping himself onto Emma’s prone form, crushing the poor girl with a nasty looking diving headbutt.





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As he gets up, though, it looks like he may have damaged himself a bit in the process, a trickle of blood running down from a cut on the bridge of his nose. He barely seems bothered by it- as a matter of fact, he wipes the color off with a swipe of two fingers, which he then licks clean with a very disturbing smirk.





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Seizing hold of his prey, Happy rolls a rather unresponsive Emma back into the ring, ending the ten-count just in time, and goes for the pin.







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Emma just kicks out before the three count!

Carter: I wager to say that if Happy hooked the leg there, he may have won. It’s hard to tell if he’s taking this seriously. It seems like he is just enjoying getting beat up and even more so beating up Emma here.

Bennett: Shut your ass up, you punk! Happy is gonna take his time if he wants and he’s gonna tear this red-haired recluse apart piece by piece.

Aiello: I don’t know about that, but Happy was able to weather that initial burst of offense from Emma and seems to be settling this contest down. After that diving headbutt where he tells his opponent to Eat This, he is looking to tire Emma out!

The biker, however, is undaunted. Not wasting a moment, he repositions himself and locks his powerful arms in, seizing Emma in a rear chinlock, wrenching for all he’s worth. Emma yelps in pain but manages to get one foot rhythmically stomping - an attempt to rally the crowd - and it works. The fans stomp along in a bid to urge her onward. Feeding off it, the redhead slams one, two, three elbows into Happy’s chest before valiantly managing to wriggle out of his grip! Scrambling to her feet, Emma goes running backward for the ropes, but is stopped short as Happy grabs a handful of her flaming locks and yanks backward before slamming her to the mat!

Aiello: Happy kills that momentum from Emma there but what can he do to put it away. Some would say that he is being methodical here but he may be leaving too much to chance.

Bennett: Look at you! Can’t even give the man a chance!

Carter: You’ve counted out Emma since day one! She’s holding her own here!

Happy lifts her into a scoop slam, landing her in front of a turnbuckle. Climbing up at a none too speedy, almost cocky, pace, the biker drops another nasty Eat This… and eats canvas! Emma manages to roll clear, just barely saving her own skin. Dazed a bit, Happy staggers to his feet, rubbing the bridge of his nose, perhaps checking on the previous injury he sustained. Emma doesn’t give him much of a breather, though, immediately putting her strong legs to use with a series of roundhouse kicks, ending by slamming her foot hard into Happy’s gut and then planting him with a sitout facebuster. Quickly, she turns him over and goes for the pin…








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Happy rolls his shoulder up!

Aiello: Emma shows the newcomer Happy to never be so lackadaisical against a dangerous competitor such as herself!

Bennett: She got lucky, boy! No ifs, ands, or buts about it. You see how my man Happy kicked out? With ease!

Carter: Happy has been here for a cup of coffee and now he’s your guy. Doesn’t look so hot here, Steve!

Emma struggles to get Happy to his feet - some doing considering how much he outweighs her by - but she manages. However, the biker regains his wits and pushes her hard, pinballing her backwards off the ropes. She almost falls back over, but luckily manages to regain her balance. Lunging, he goes to catch her in a clothesline. However, as before, she ducks and dodges, bouncing off the ropes and launching herself towards him. Happy turns around, but before he can react, Emma kicks him right in the gut, swivelling around to catch him by the head, attempting to drop him into a Girl Crush…

But no! Happy shoves her from behind, causing her to unhook his head. Quickly, the biker takes the opportunity and lifts Emma up into a rack position before she can react, slamming her down and sending her on a one way trip to his personal Happy Place!







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DING DING DING

Stroup: The winner of this match via pinfall, Happy!

Paul Turner goes to raise Happy’s hand in victory, but the biker pulls away from him. Instead, he grins down at the wreckage of his opponent, backing up before rolling out of the ring, sauntering back to the backstage area. The sick smirk never leaves his face for an instant.

Bennett: My man! That’s the way you do it, you magnificent son-of-a-bitch! Don’t give those soulless gingers a goddamn inch!

Carter: I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, but, either way, an impressive debut by Happy here tonight on Monday Night BRAWL!

Aiello: We’ve got more FSW action on tap for you up next, with Sarah Roberts facing off against Lexie Glass! Right after this quick break!

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We cut back to the ring where we find Monday Night BRAWL lead inquirer, Ace Heart. The fans are on their feet and going wild! Ace stands there in his suit with an EWC microphone in hand, looking into the hard camera. He waits a moment for the crowd's excitement to die down and then slowly brings the microphone up to speak.

Ace: Ladies and gentlemen what an action packed night it has been, with much more to follow! A lot of questions we want answered, but we will just have to wait! Ladies and gentlemen at this time! Welcome my guest! ROB! GAR! CIA!!

“Ballin” starts to blast over the sound system throughout the arena and the crowd sends back an angry reaction. After a moment Jeff Noon slowly steps out from behind the curtain. His hands folded down in front of him and he he takes a few steps out very professional like and then stands there and waits. Another few seconds pass and then slowly Rob Garcia creeps out from behind the curtain out onto the stage, he has one of the Tag Team Titles wrapped around his waist and the other above that wrapped around his torso. He has a huge grin across his face and slowly moves ahead with pride. A flood of boos and jeers rain down at Rob and Jeff as they make their way towards the ring! They eventually get there and Rob walks over to Ace Heart while Jeff Noon stands to the corner of Rob.

Ace: Rob Garcia, let me formally welcome you back to Monday Night BRAWL!

The crowd once again roars in boos!

Ace: The EWC fans do not seem to be as happy that you’re back! But nonetheless, Rob? What has brought you back to BRAWL?!

Ace holds the mic up to Rob. Rob looks around concerned as the fans continue to boo at him. Rob shakes his head in disagreement and then leans in.

Rob: Why am I here?! Why am I here Chase?! Look at the fans! They’re miserable here!

The crowd erupt into boo’s, hisses and jeers again. Rob looks around nodding his head in agreement. After a few seconds they die down.

Rob: Yes! Me too! You see Chase Heart! The fans are mad because Brawl has become an empty shell of itself since Myself and my faction left! I took off to Rampage and they got cut and look what happened! Monday Night Brawl might as well be Primed or FXW! A one time monster in the industry has since become a pathetic weak brand!

The fans once again fire back with an extremely loud negative reaction. Rob once again looks around at them nodding his head agreeing.

Ace: I beg to differ Rob! BRAWL is doing better than it ever has!

Rob pulls the mic away from Ace.

Rob: See this is what I’m talking about! You’re satisfied with this crap! Well no more! Myself and Jeff Noon are here to make Brawl great again!!

The fans boo as Ace tries to pull the mic back, but Rob yanks it back his way.

Rob: Jeff and I fire the first shot in our war to make Brawl the greatest! And we do that tonight!!

Jeff nods his head agreeing.

Rob: And I aint talkin’ about you stinky Magdalena! You and I have a match later! And I’ll be sure to make you eat your words from earlier this week! You think I’m a joke?! You think mine and Jeff’s relationship is questionable?!

Some of the members of the audience start to laugh.

Rob: That’s not funny! We’re best friends! .. And these two best friends are going to be the reason Magdalena Lock-fart is overlooked one more time! Because tonight I use your head as a stepping stone on my way to the top of the card, where I make Brawl the greatest show to ever exist!!

Rob then pushes the mic into Ace Hearts chest, "Ballin begins" to blast over the sound system and the fans begin to boo once more. Rob and Jeff then exit the ring and walk up the ramp looking very aggressive.

The scene cuts to a place far from the glitz and glamor of the Staples Center…a much darker place. The lighting is so dim inside that we cannot make anything out until a single spotlight flickers on, revealing a very rudimentary wrestling ring.

We soon hear a voice unfamiliar to the EWC crowd, but perhaps a little more known to those who have seen such events as Rival Factions and the Extreme Tournament…

??: There was an idea…to bring together the best that professional wrestling had to offer…to show the world something beyond the standard, something more than the average. That idea was The Experts, and it nearly died in Siberia when someone YOU know decided to get involved in something he knew nothing about.

We cut to a slideshow of photos from The Experts Invitational, where EWC legend Level-One appeared after the main event to address the past, present, and future of The Experts. We cut back to wherever this message is taking place, as a row of lights suddenly reveal an entrance way and four peculiar looking people.

The man we see front and center is none other than Experts stalwart Xander “Legion” Azula, flanked by some of his disciples seen for the first time without the druid hoods they wore at the Invitational.

Legion: He’s still out there somewhere, and I’ll deal with him in due time…but for now, I have bigger fish to fry. Eris has called us to spread chaos and discord throughout the world…and here at the Academia Fuerza, we have a chance to finish what we started. No one can stop us now, but if you’d like to try…our doors are always open.

His disciples simply laugh at this idea, Legion grinning from ear to ear as he continues to speak.

Legion: So, EWC, bring me your tired and weary and let me break them. As a sign of good faith, we will come to you…and we will be on a Rampage, for the glory of Eris. The world is not ready for The Eternal Circle, but we’re here anyway…to embrace the chaos.

They all laugh at this, ready for the chaos that is to come as we fade back to ringside.

[MNB]

As we return to ringside, the camera pans into the crowd and suddenly the crowd EXPLODES with a huge ROAR as Los Angeles Lakers newest NBA superstar LeBron James is seated next to a smiling and waiving Vannah White, who has a microphone in hand and is wearing a L.A. Lakers jersey with LeBron James's name on the back of it.

Vannah White: Hi guys! Tonight, I'm definitely not the biggest hometown hero now that I have LeBron James sitting next to me! LeBron, L.A. has been absolutely LIT since you announced that you were going to sign with the L.A. Lakers in the National Basketshoot League... how does it feel to be in the Staples Center THIS time around?

LeBron James grins but looks away from Vannah White and up at the championship banners in the arena.

LeBron James: I think you mean basketball, Vannah. But, yeah, L.A. has welcomed me with open arms since the announcement and I can't wait to get into the gym with my new teammates. We have a lot of young talent and tons of room to grow and I am just excited for training camp this summer.

Vannah White is lost in the moment and gazes at LeBron James who in turn awkwardly passes a glance Vannah White's way and starts to look a bit uncomfortable.

LeBron James: ... didn't you have an announcement you wanted to make?

Vannah White: Yeah, uh, right.

Vannah White quickly nods her head left to right snapping out of her gaze.

Vannah White: Ladies and gentlemen, I have a HUGE announcement to make. You may have heard the rumors earlier this week and I am here to confirm that they are true... I've decided to take my talents to YouTube! And I want you guys to get my subscriber count up not 100, not 1000, not 10,000, not 100, 000... I want 1 milli!

LeBron James laughs.

LeBron James: Oh, you really went there!?

Vannah White shares a laugh with LeBron James and playfully nudges his shoulder before turning her attention back to the camera.

Vannah White: Starting next week, you'll be able to find my EWC Promo's on my BRAND new YouTtube Channel @ Youtube.com/VannahWhiteEWC! Please be sure to SUBSCRIBE to my channel and turn your notifications on so that you don't miss any of my new vids!

LeBron James: You guys heard the lady!

The crowd starts an ''MVP'' chant as LeBron James looks up at the big screen. Vannah White pumps her first in rhythm of the chants dedicated to the newest star in Los Angeles. However, before the commentating crew can go about their duties, “Sexy And I Know It” hits the speakers, plunging the crew into confusion because it’s not on their original program notes from earlier in the day. The crowd is bewildered, too, but they like the song and cheer as a good looking middle aged man heads to the ring all decked out in a custom made suit and cool looking shades. He gets into the ring and gives a wave to the attendees in the Staples Center. A mic is given to him.

Unidentified Man: People of the Staples Center and those glued to your tv screens at home, my name is Eddie Brown. That means nothing to you right now, but it will in due time, as will the name of my client whom I’m about to introduce to all of you. I’ve known this man for several years and have taken it upon myself to be his manager and agent for his time here in EWC. He’s a man who is every man’s regret but every woman’s bedroom pet. He’s as strong as he is handsome. He has all the tools needed to become the next big star. He is fabulous. Please give it up for my client “Fabulous” Frankie Hayes.



The crowd’s been mixed with their response but increase in cheers as “Sexy And I Know It” plays again. A few suspense building seconds pass and the man who the song heralds emerges and struts down the path to the ring. He’s everything Eddie promoted him to be. Handsome. Strong looking. An immediate hit with the ladies. Frankie scans the crowd for adequate women to admire but appears displeased with the offering L.A. has.

He slicks his moustache in angst and climbs the steps. Eddie parts the ropes for him allowing him to get in and strut to the middle of the ring where he gyrates his hips to the delight of the women. Eddie moves to his side and peels the flamboyant red silver and gold robe from Frankie’s magnificent musculature. The fans pop. The females mostly. He flexes a pose and gyrates the hips again before being palmed the microphone.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: In case you L.A. looney tunes didn’t hear my good friend a second ago, allow me to introduce myself. I’m “Fabulous” Frankie Hayes. I’ve been fabulous my entire life. When the nurses pulled me from my mother’s womb they called me fabulous. The other mothers in the maternity ward were trying to swap their boy babies with me. I know that sounds far fetched even for looney tunes like yourselves here in Oakland, I’m sorry I meant Los Angeles, but it’s the truth.

The spectators are starting to boo more. They don’t like being called looney tunes or Oakland. He picks up on it and twitches his wondrous mustache.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: Boo all you want. You’re still going to listen to what I have to say. Eddie and I spent good money buying impromptu airtime from that sawed off assistant general manager so none of you are getting out of this. Now sit down and shut up while greatness serenades you with good news.

It doesn’t work. They jeer louder. He shakes his head.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: I’ve been busting my ass for five years trying to make it to the main stage and now I’m here at the perfect time. EWC is going through some changes. General Managers with innovative ideas are being hired. There’s never been a more appropo time to strike while the iron is hot. I’m going to be the leading edge of that change. It all starts tonight with some good news announcements.

He licks his lips.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: The first bit of good news is I am here right now to save you from the calamity that is the match coming up next. It pits two tomato cans from the training wheels brand against each other. Two unattractive women. While those two cretins are doing what little bit they can do inside this wrestling ring, my words spoken with scintillating voice of liquid gold will linger on your minds and ears. My rock hard abs. My impressive chest. My mesmerizing biceps. All of me will dominate you ladies and, since we’re in L.A., I guess I should include all of you men too.

More heat from his inflammatory remarks.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: You’ll never know the match took place. The next portion of good news is that I’m opening up my services as “insurance” for fellow wrestlers on the roster. If you need back up to fend off a group constantly attacking you or if you need someone softened up before a big match because you’re not confident in your ability to defeat them, then reach out to myself or Eddie. If you can pay the premium we’ll do business with you.

He begins walking a circle in the ring whilst Eddie rests against the top cable jaw jacking with some fans.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: Next slab of good news is that I’m issuing an open challenge for next Monday Night’s Brawl. If you’re in the back and want to someday tell your grandkids about the time you got outclassed by the “Fabulous” one, reach out to myself or Eddie in private or by using EWC social media Fighter Talk.

He completes the trip in the ring and walks to the center of it.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: The last bit of good news. My favorite. Starting tonight and on every Brawl that follows, when I come out for a match I’ll preface it with a fan interactive encounter. You’ve heard of the French Kiss but I’m calling this the Fabulous Kiss. I’ll randomly select one lucky lady from the crowd and bring her into this ring. I will then make her dreams come true. I’ll make her ovaries explode by giving her the most sensual and sexually gratifying kiss she’s ever had. So without further adieu let’s make that happen right now.

The backlash he’s been getting eases as an outpouring of feminine cheers ring out. He stays inside the ring whilst Eddie roams the outside of it looking for a suitor for this momentous occasion.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: No. Not her. Too fat. No. That’s a guy. Too old, sagging tits. Keep going Eddie. No. Too skinny. Someone get that lady a cheeseburger and a shake.

Eddie finds one who is probably a model or movie actress star in the making. She’s blond and puts all the other women to shame in the Staples Center. Frankie nods approvingly.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: She’ll do I suppose.

She’s jumping up and down excitedly. Eddie holds her by the hand and gently escorts her into the ring being a gentleman the whole way. Frankie parts the ropes for her to get in and takes her gently by the hand parading her around to the viewing audience for a little bit. They are cheering his selection. A lot of women are booing because they didn’t get picked.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: What name belongs to such a heavenly angel such as yourself?

She’s blushing three shades of red.

Mandy: My name is Mandy. I can’t believe this is happening.

He smiles and pulls her into his presence.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: You thought you were coming to see the great action Brawl puts on and now you’re gonna be leaving as a celebrity for getting the first ever Fabulous Kiss from the sexiest man alive. You're one lucky lady Mandy.

She agrees and he drops the mic. He pulls her into his full enclosure, wrapping his muscular arms around her, and crushes her lips with his in a tremendous display of kissing expertise and aggression. He kisses her to the canvas before rising back to his feet, leaving her sprawled out beneath him as she has a mini orgasm inwardly just from his lips. He straddles over her, feet at either side, and gyrates his hips in sexy motion whilst she stares at him with pleasured cross eyes.

He reclaims the microphone.

”Fabulous” Frankie Hayes: Ladies at home, this could be your future if you’re lucky and pretty enough and show up to the Brawl shows from now on. Now enjoy the rest of Brawl in the house that LeBron is going to try to build up but fail like he did in Cleveland because he isn’t Stephen Curry or Golden State.

LeBron is shown yelling stuff at him and giving the thumbs down. Frankie tosses the mic away, exits ring and flicks some of his body oil and sweat in LeBron’s face and heads up the ramp with Eddie.

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FSW SINGLES MATCH

SARAH ROBERTS

VS LEXIE GLASS

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Aiello: Well that... That was certainly an interesting display.

Bennett: He sure is Fabulous!

Carter: Uh... Steve? That's not like you?

Bennett: Don't you worry about me! I ain't sayin I want one of his little kisses. But I bet you he's going to be a top star on BRAWL before it's all said and done!

Aiello: Well, he sure had a little jab at the expense of LeBron James there. Yes, the basketball GOAT is in the house tonight, among a bunch of other celebrities and athletes. Speaking of athletes, we've got another great Future Stars of Wrestling match coming to you next, regardless of what Mr. Hayes had to say. Let's go to FSW ring announcer Stan Gordon, once again, who is in the ring!

Gordon: The following contest is for one fall, and is a Future Stars of Wrestling Match! This contest will have a ten minute time limit! Introducing first...

"Holding My Breath" by Alien Weaponry floods the Staples Center, marking the arrival of Sarah Roberts. She emerges onto the stage accompanied by her manager, Delilah Huang. While Sarah isn't much for pageantry and only offers a smirk before heading down the ramp, Delilah contrasts her client's stern demeanor the type of hype antics befitting of a Public Enemy concert.

Gordon: Accompanied by Delilah Huang and fighting out of Chicago, she stands at 5'5 and weighs in at 140 lbs. She is "The Deerfield Destroyer", Sarah Roberts!

With the same juxtaposition as seen on the stage, Sarah continues down to the ring with Delilah in tow. Before Sarah can enter the ring, Delilah scampers up the stairs and uses her body to separate the top and middle ropes. Sarah slides between them, moves to the center of the ring, and raises her arms while Delilah takes to the corner, shouting inaudibly and pointing to her client.

Aiello: And here is Sarah Roberts. Max, she's a very dangerous person in that ring.

Carter: That's right, Joe. Last time we saw her on Uprising, she essentially took on numerous people, as Iggy Swango's bandmates joined in on the no-disqualification fray. She fought them off tooth-and-nail and then finished Swango off by headbutting a chair back into Iggy's face.

Bennett: Now THAT'S what I call a woman!

As "Holding My Breath" fades from the speakers, Sarah takes to her corner while Delilah exits the ring entirely."Extraordinary" by Liz Phair plays on the speakers with gold, light blue, and purple lights flashing on the stage and ramp. Then gold, light blue, and purple pyro shoots out on the stage as Lexie Glass stands there sporting a pair of sunglasses before strutting down the ramp.

Gordon: And her opponent... from Chattanooga, Tennessee... Lexie Glass!

Glass then struts around the sides of the barricade around the ring taunting and flipping off fans. Before entering the ring, Lexie picks out a lucky kid at ringside to give her sunglasses to before taking them away from the kid while laughing at him.

Aiello: And Sarah's opponent tonight is Lexie Glass... and, well, she's definitely not your typical girl next door.

Bennett: That's because she's BETTER! I don't know who I want to win this match! I like 'em both!

Carter: Two weeks ago, Lexie Glass absolutely dismantled Elizabeth Chambers. Let's see what she can do tonight against the Deerfield Destroyer!

Glass gets into the ring and looks across at Roberts as the music fades.

DING DING DING

Lexie and Sarah stare straight at one another for a few seconds without moving before they slowly circle the ring and get closer to one another. As they get closer they go for a collar-and-elbow tie-up but Sarah sends a boot to the gut of Lexie bending her over. She follows it up by a sharp elbow to the back of the neck of Lexie who drops to a knee. Sarah quickly gets Lexie in a headlock and drops down wrapping her legs around Lexies body trying to get her to tap early.

Aiello: Sarah trying to end it early!

Bennett: Get her Sarah!

Lexie fights and tries to get out of it but with each second Sarah squeezes harder. The ref grabs Lexies hand and raises it, he lets it go and it drops once. He does it a second time and once again it drops, he tries to do it once more but before he can even drop it Lexie starts sending elbows to the side of Sarah, she ends up hitting her with five elbows before Sarah releases and rolls over grabbing her side while Lexie grabs her throat. Lexie pushes herself up as Sarah does as well. Sarah approaches Lexie but is met by multiple shots to the gut backing her up. Lexie gets up and sends punches to Sarahs head backing her up to the ropes. She whips her across the ring, Sarah bounces off the ropes and returns but Lexie drops to the mat but immediately gets up, Sarah hits the other side and is met by a dropkick. Lexie immediately goes for the cover after connecting with the big dropkick.






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Carter: Nice exchange there.

Sarah is barely able to get her shoulder up. She looks at the ref and shakes her head but Lexie quickly ignores it and hops up. She reaches down to pick Sarah but Sarah grabs the leg of Lexie and takes her legs out from under her tripping her causing Lexie to hit her head and grab at it.

Carter: That could be a game changer! Lexie just hit her head hard.

Bennett: Cover her!

Sarah in fact does try to go for the cover and hook the outside leg but before the ref can even count Lexie gets her foot onto the bottom rope.

Bennett: Oh son-of-a-bitch, that’s some bullshit right there! There’s no rope breaks!

Aiello: What are you talking about?

Sarah slams her hand on the mat and quickly picks up Lexie, she sends punches to her head knocking Lexie back and into the corner. Sarah slams Lexie with body and head shots before the ref is able to break it up. Lexie stumbles out of the corner when Sarah grabs her and hits her with a snap suplex. Sarah doesn’t let up though, after she pops up from the snap suplex Sarah gets up then picks Lexie up and grabs her from behind, hitting her with a big release german suplex. She waits for Lexie to get up and grabs her from behind again hitting her with another! After the second she waits for her to get up but this time she turns her around, grabs her by the waist, and hits a big gutwrench powerbomb! She immediately goes for the pin.






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Bennett: You son-of-a-bitch. You need to count faster!

Aiello: Oh shut up, you think every ref should count faster unless it’s someone you don’t like!

Surprised, Sarah gets up and gets into the refs face. She yells at him for a few seconds which slowly lets Lexie recover and grab her to go for a rollup!






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Carter: Lexie almost got Sarah while you two were fighting! What a perfect rollup!

Bennett: Not perfect enough obviously.

Lexie quickly gets up after the rollup followed by Sarah who comes towards her, Lexie hits her with a deep arm drag Sarah comes at her once more and instead of going for another arm drag, Lexie shoots right towards Sarah’s leg and grabs her ankle tripping her. After tripping her Lexie grabs the ankle and twists it getting Sarah into an ankle lock! Sarah bangs on the mat from the pain of the lock. She tries to flip out of it but Lexie keeps on the hold! Lexie twists as hard as she can before dropping down and grapevining the leg, almost making Sarah immobile. She tries to fight her way out of it but to no avail. She ends up being able to slowly claw her way to the edge of the ring and grab a hold of the ropes! The ref starts his count to five.

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Carter: That ankle lock did alot of damage to Sarahs ankle you can tell.

Aiello: Only question is will she be able to last much longer in this match?

Bennett: Would you two sons a bitches shutup. Sarah is winning this match.

Sarah slowly walks over to Lexie who has gotten up to a knee. Sarah gingerly on her ankle picks up Lexie and sends punches to her though not with full force. She connects with two and goes for a third before Lexie ducks and gets behind Sarah. She grabs her from behind and returns the german suplexes. After the first Sarah slowly tries to get up but Lexie walks over to her and pulls her up hitting her with a second and a third which rolls Sarah onto her back. Seeing she is in position, Lexie slowly climbs up the turnbuckle and looks at the perfectly placed Sarah.

Bennett: Move Sarah! Get out of the way!

Aiello: She can’t exactly hear you, Bennett.

Carter: First high risk maneuver though guys!

Lexie looks out into the crowd then jumps off getting big air and but Sarah gets her knees up! Lexie bounces hard off of her knees and lets out a yell as she grabs her gut and rolls across the ring. Sarah grabs at her knees from Lexie hitting them but slowly starts to get up. Sarah gingerly walks over towards Lexie and picks her up. She grabs her from behind and gets her in the Highlight of the Night! Lexie fights as hard as she can. She tries to get out of it. Lexie tries to reach the ropes but is unable to. She fights as long as she can before she has to tap out!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Your winner by submission. Sarah Roberts!

Aiello: What a match we just had folks! These two women showed how good FSW competition is!

Bennett: I agree, Joe. These two women showed what they were made of.

Carter: Damn right. Sarah just had a bit more than Lexie tonight.

Aiello: If you thought that was good then we have another good match on deck for you. NSFW will take on the unlikely team of Anthony Grunge and newcomer Young Sinatra. But first a word from our sponsors.

[MNB]

Upon the return from commercial break, the camera is backstage in the parking lot area. The feed is focused on the cars in the parking lot, but audio is picking up a conversation happening around the corner. The voice that we hear can be distinguished as Victor Price's voice.

Price: Here's the thing, kid. I know you've signed onto the company. But not everyone else knows it. You can't just come out whenever you want. And you just don't cut the boss off. You understand me?

Voice: I gotchu.

Price: Maybe next Monday, if you're representing somebody on the brand, then you can make your presence felt. But as long as you're just a free agent, stay off of my show. Got it?

Price turns around the corner with his conversation-mate. The cameras notice that it is Je'Mario Unger, who interrupted the show earlier in the night.

Unger: Ya ya ya. I gotchu Mr. Price. Say... how'd YOU like to be repped by the best in the biz? Je'Mario Unger gonna do big thangs round here, ya dig?!

The two share a laugh for a moment.

Price's face then becomes serious.

Price: Don't push your luck kid. Now get your ass up to San Francisco. Maybe you'll have better luck on FSW tomorrow.

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X-DIVISION RULES TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH

ANTHONY GRUNGE/YOUNG SINATRA

VS NSFW

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Aiello: That Je'Mario Unger sure is persistent, isn't he?

Bennett: He's going to do some big things in life!

Carter: I guess we will have to wait and see about that.

Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is an X-Division Rules Tornado Tag Team match!

“In the City” by The Eagles plays on the P.A. System. Anthony Grunge walks down to the ring smiling and waving to the crowd. In one hand, he’s again carrying his father’s hand-carved Singapore cane that he got from his mother recently. He's wearing a white t-shirt that says "No Frills" and white short tights.

Stroup: Introducing first… from Hollywood, California… weighing in at 210 pounds… ANTHONYYYY GRUNGE!

Anthony Grunge then enters the ring and acknowledges the fans by pointing at them. He twirls the cane around as he waits for Young Sinatra to arrive.

Aiello: Anthony Grunge fell to Young Sinatra last week, but it was a heck of a match!

Carter: That's right. And "Doc" Hollister took notice. He said that he believed these two are so good in the ring together that he made them tag team partners this week.

Bennett: And that ain't make no damn sense!

As the calming classical compositional aspects of Fleshgod Apocalypse’s "The Violation" crescendos upwards, a burst of fast, heavily distorted guitars and blast beaten drums pour from the arenas PA system and cascades out unto the audience. Smoke has already filled the top of the entrance ramp during the more calming opening moment of the theme music. As the song erupts, a kneeling Young Sinatra can be seen jetting upwardly, both arms extended outwardly, as if to soak in the raining boos that the crowd happily lets out. Slowly, but surely, Sinatra performs a little spin atop the ramp, as if the crowd were cheering rather than jeering. A conceited and angering smirk wisps itself onto his face as he casually walks down the ramp, both arms still extended.

Stroup: And his tag team partner… hailing from London, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at 217 pounds… YOUNG SIIIINATRAAAA!

As he reaches the ring, Sinatra notices a younger member of the audience with their hand out, looking for a high five. He walks over to them and goes to give the fan a high five, but quickly retracts his arm, running his hand through his wetted hair instead, and flicking the beads of liquid out onto the crowd, much to the dismay of the child. He turns to face the camera, giving a little wink and gun-motion with his right hand.

Aiello: Young Sinatra, despite being very rude to our great fans, sure can perform in that ring.

Carter: He was very impressive last week. There's no doubt in my mind that he will be equally as impressive this week.

Bennett: Mine either!

Turning his attention to the ring itself, he does a brisk run, sliding onto the ring apron while clutching the middle rope. He hoists himself up, as he latches one arm onto the top rope while facing the ring. He proceeds to whip himself around, latching his other arm on as well, leaning backwards as he faces the crowd, much akin to classic Chris Jericho. The smug and arrogant smirk remains on his face as he looks out and among the crowd. He finally, much to the relief of the crowd, enters the ring through the middle rope, but not without being unnecessarily cautious. "The Violation" begins to fade out. Disturbed's cover of "Land of Confusion" begins to play and the house lights flash along with the beat of the song.



Mike McGuire and Bishop Church step out onto the stage. Mike is wielding her Louisville Slugger, which rests upon her right shoulder. Mike points out for Bishop various fan signs for them. Side by side, they make their way down to the ring. 

Stroup: Now on their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 400 pounds, Mike McGuire and Bishop Church, N ...S ...F ...W!

Mike is in the ring bouncing back and forth to either side of the ring multiple times before John finally climbs up the ring steps. They meet in the middle of the ring and look to the crowd. With Bishop two steps behind, they both pose by standing on the second rope each with a fist raised in the air.

Aiello: NSFW has been very, very successful since coming into the EWC.

Carter: That's right, and last week they took on the team of Nostalgia and Kendrick Kross and came away with the victory.

Bennett: They aren't worth a damn! I've said it before, and I'll say it over and over again. NSFW sucks, and there ain't no way I am going to watch this match.

Bennett grabs his pillow, fluffs it up, and puts it behind his head. He reaches down and grabs an iPad, scrolling through his list of movies. He throws his earbuds in and kicks back to watch a movie during the match.

Aiello: You've got to be kidding. This is two weeks in a row, now.

Carter: Well... what can you do, really?

DING DING DING

All four competitors stand in the ring. NSFW stands next to each other. Grunge stands in one corner. Sinatra in another. The two men look at each other, then back over at NSFW. Grunge drops the Singapore cane and, immediately, he and Sinatra both sprint towards NSFW and leap into the air, landing down on top of NSFW. Sinatra lands on top of McGuire in the corner, causing her to drop the Louisville Slugger. Grunge lands on top of Church. Church uses his big frame to catch Grunge, who throws wild punches at Church’s upper back. Church, however, drops Grunge to the mat with a spinebuster. Sinatra is laying the boots to McGuire in the corner.

Aiello: A quick start to this one!

Carter: The unorthodox team of Anthony Grunge and Young Sinatra were smart in their realization that they needed to attack the tight-knit team.

Aiello: Very smart. As we all know, this match is outside of Bishop Church’s comfort zone.

Carter: But it IS, however, right in Mike McGuire’s wheelhouse.

Sinatra Irish-whips McGuire to the opposite turnbuckle. He sprints after her, looking for the big boot in the corner. McGuire ducks out of the way and Sinatra gets caught up on the top rope. McGuire begins shaking the top rope, making Sinatra uncomfortably ride the saddle. She stops and turns around to the ring. She runs over towards Church, who pops her up into the air and delivers a hard Cherry Bomb right onto Grunge. McGuire makes the cover.







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Aiello: Almost a quick ending after the said quick start!

Carter: And, of course, Steve is going to miss another amazing match.

As Bennett continues laughing at his movie on his iPad, Sinatra delivers a forearm to the side of Church’s head. He hooks Church up and brings him down hard with a double-underhook backbreaker. He rolls Church over onto his stomach and drives his right knee right into the small of Church’s back. He reaches down and grabs Church’s right arm, wrenching back on it while grinding his knee into Church’s back.

Aiello: Young Sinatra is looking to inflict damage on the lower back here.

Carter: Church isn’t a small man, either. This could take nearly as much out of Young Sinatra as it does the Television Champion.

During all of this, McGuire grabs her Louisville Slugger and jams the butt of it into Grunge’s ribcage, causing him to roll over and out of the ring. She drops the bat, once again, and she walks over to the ropes. She catapults herself over the top rope, looking for a crossbody splash. But Grunge is able to catch her, and then he runs full-speed to the ring post and slams her lower back into the metal.

Carter: Ouch! That had to hurt!

Aiello: Hey, Steve. If you think NSFW is going to win this match, say nothing!

Bennett continues to watch his movie and ignore the match. Grunge goes over to McGuire to work on her lower back. He reaches underneath the ring and grabs a steel chair. He lifts it high above his head and crashes down across the back. Twice! And a third time! Meanwhile, Sinatra has the advantage over Church in the ring. As Church is down and slowly getting to his feet, Sinatra kicks the Singapore cane and the Louisville Slugger out of the ring, as both men have no intention of using them. Sinatra finishes pulling Church up to his feet. But Church breaks the hands away and lifts Sinatra up and delivers a hip-toss halfway across the ring. Sinatra grabs his lower back and rolls over onto both knees. As Church approaches him, Sinatra pops up onto his feet and delivers a spinning heel kick right to Church’s face. Church staggers backwards towards the ropes as Sinatra gains his breath.

Carter: What a great match we are seeing, and it’s still early!

Aiello: Hey, Steve. If you think NSFW is the greatest tag team, say nothing!

Bennett doesn’t hear this, so he says nothing, Audible chuckles by Aiello and Carter are heard. Outside the ring, Grunge lifts McGuire up and drops her face first down onto the guardrail, cutting her forehead in the process.

Aiello: Ouch. McGuire is busted open!

She grabs her head and wipes the blood away. Grunge walks over to his father’s Singapore cane and bends over to pick it up. He slowly walks back over to McGuire as she continues to wipe blood off of her face. Inside the ring, Sinatra and Church battle it out near the opposing ropes. Church grabs Sinatra by the wrist and goes to Irish-whip Sinatra across the ring. Sinatra reverses the Irish-whip, sending Church towards the ropes. Instead of hitting the ropes, Church launches himself over the top rope. McGuire looks up and sees this coming as she ducks out of the way. Church comes down and nails Grunge with a hard shoulder tackle onto the floor, causing the Singapore cane to fly out of his hands and into the direction of Mike McGuire. She casually picks up the cane.

Aiello: Wow! Another high-risk maneuver coming from Bishop Church. He’s certainly opened it up over the last two weeks!

Carter: But he has paid dearly for it this week. He may have connected with all of that move, but he also managed to catch the ringside barricade with his temple right at LeBron James’ feet, busting him wide open as well!

Aiello: Of course, our colleague Steve Bennett wouldn’t have a clue. Is… is he watching The Slammin’ Salmon?

Carter: It… looks… like it.

Aiello: What is wrong with this guy?

Young Sinatra finds himself in the ring alone. As McGuire helps Church start to get up to his feet, she turns to the ring to see Sinatra sprinting towards them and leaping over the top rope to try and take both of them out. On the descent, however, McGuire swings upward at Sinatra and cracks the Singapore cane across the side of his head. Sinatra falls to the ground in a heap.

Aiello: And McGuire cracks Sinatra with that cane! He is now busted open!

Carter: That’s three out of four! Grunge is a lucky man right now!

McGuire drops the cane. Church gets up to his feet and turns around, seeing Sinatra on the ground. He looks over at McGuire, who reacts to both of them bleeding with near amusement. Church walks over to Sinatra and picks him up, rolling him into the ring. McGuire goes to walk up the ring steps, as well, but is interrupted when Grunge smacks her in the side of the thigh with the Singapore cane. McGuire limps around the ring, her leg deadened with pain. Grunge gets up to his feet and sees Church beginning to climb up onto the ring apron. Grunge swings his cane at Church, who manages to move into the ring at the right time. Grunge misses and connects with the ring ropes. Church sees this and re-exits the ring. He walks towards Grunge, who swings the cane again. Church ducks and wraps Grunge up, delivering a belly-to-belly suplex onto the floor of the Staples Center.

Aiello: NSFW had a little bit of trouble early on, but they have sure taken advantage of this match.

Carter: Despite both of them being busted open.

Sinatra still lays in the middle of the ring. Church is on the outside with Grunge and he’s got Grunge in a sleeperhold, as Grunge is reaching and grabbing for anything that could help him, but being unsuccessful. Church is trying to take Grunge out of this match-up mathematically. McGuire has now stumbled around the outside of the ring, shaking off the deadleg. She approaches the announce table and sees Bennett watching a movie on his iPad. She laughs at him and walks over to a fan. She grabs a beer from the fan and takes a solid mouthful. Suddenly she spits it out all over Bennett, covering him and his iPad in beer. He gets up from his seat irate and rips his earbuds out.

Bennett: Now what in the hell is that all about!

McGuire: I thought it was fuckin’ tea! I uh... don’t like beer ya big goon! It was a reaction!

Bennett has to be held back by Aiello as McGuire giggles and gets up onto the ring apron. She sees that Sinatra is still down and she begins climbing up to the top turnbuckle.

Aiello: It’s okay, Steve! I’m sure it was an accident!

Bennett: You bet your ass it better have been an accident! If I look at the video replay and see that it wasn’t, somebody’s gonna have hell to pay!

McGuire reaches the top turnbuckle. Grunge is out cold on the outside of the ring. Church releases the sleeper hold out of good sportsmanship, but he stands nearby to make sure he doesn’t get up. He watches into the ring as McGuire leaps off of the top rope and delivers a sickening headbutt to Young Sinatra! She grabs her head and slowly goes for the cover.








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DING DING DING

Stroup: Here are your winners… N… S… F… W!

“Land of Confusion” begins to play again as Church rolls into the ring. Before the referee can do anything, Church and McGuire raise each other’s hands in victory.

Aiello: What a brutal match we just saw.

Bennett: I ought to brutally whip that little girl’s ass!

Carter: Calm down, Steve. Everything will be okay.

Bennett: Calm down? She got me covered in beer! My iPad is sticky with beer! Don’t tell my ass to calm down!

Aiello: How about we just go to a commercial break to relax you a bit while the blood crew cleans up the ring and surrounding area?

The scene cuts to a commercial break as NSFW begins to make their way up the ramp.

[MNB]

When we return from commercial, Dominic Sanders is seen in the backstage area in street clothes, as he isn't booked for the evening. He is talking and laughing it up with 2012 Conn Smythe Trophy winner and two-time Stanley Cup winning goaltender for the Los Angeles Kings, Jonathan Quick.

Sanders: Man, I have been an absolutely HUGE Kings fan ever since I was three years old. I grew up here in Southern California, although I am a Texas transplant now. The Kings are really the only thing that I still hold onto with regards to my California lineage. I'm so pumped to meet...

Sanders gets a tap on the shoulder. He turns to see Griffin Hawkins standing there. The smile from meeting one of his heroes leaves Sanders' face as he turns back to Quick.

Sanders: Mr. Quick, I'll have to catch up to you later.

Quick and Sanders shake hands and Quick and his entourage step aside to converse on their own. Sanders turns to Hawkins and looks him dead in the eye.

Sanders: What do you want, Griff?

A sly smile comes across Hawkins' face.

Hawkins: I never had a chance to answer your question...asking if you and me wanted to go again. Most would be crazy to say this but...the answer is yes. I'm thinking....next week, if you're up for it that is...

Sanders puffs out his chest, lifts the International Championship up in front of him, and looks directly at the name plate, pointing with his finger as well.

Sanders: See that? “Dominic Saunders”.... goddamn Leo Lutter! See what I mean, Griff? Respect is an issue here. And you’re the only one who has shown it to me. You’ve said some stuff. I’ve said some stuff. But one thing that has remained constant with the two of us is that we’ve respected each other’s abilities in the ring, we’ve respected each other out of the ring, and we’ve put on a DAMN fine show every time. So, if you’re game... I’m game. Of course, I’ve heard that Victor Price is in the building tonight. I’m sure he will find some way to dick that up.

Hawkins: I'm glad you feel that way. Because you see...I don't think a single wrestling match between us is gonna settle things. Every time we go out there, we raise the bar. We make sure the fans out there have a good match of the night...so I say we make this special. I'm sure Price won't have a problem making a special stipulation for this..a match where pinfalls and submissions don't matter...a match where the winner will be the guy who is left standing with his arm raised...how about a Last Man Standing Match?

Sanders reaches up, runs his hand through his hair, and grins at Hawkins.

Sanders: Last Man Standing. I like the sound of that. The two of us for this belt in a Last Man Standing Match... I’m not so sure I would have it any other way. Hell... Maybe we ought to find a referee that can’t count to ten, just to make it more fun. I’ll put in a call to Rampage.

Sanders chuckles for a moment. Griffin responds with a chuckle in reply.

Hawkins: Dude, I don't care if the referee is Rob Garcia....no wait, scratch that...that fool has problems reciting the days of the week in the right order. Anyways it doesn't matter who the referee is, as long as it's on. You and me next week in a Last Man Standing Match for the International Title. Seeya next week.

He smiles, and then notices Jonathan Quick.

Hawkins: Yo Jon..good to seeya again man, let's grab some dinner after the show!

Quick nods to Griffin as he walks off, Sanders looks serious as we switch cameras to another area backstage, where we see Mike McGuire sauntering through the halls, glancing at the doors she passes with a thoughtful look on her face. In one hand she carries something curious- a large yellow plastic sand pail, covered by a makeshift lid made out of a frisbee with holes poked in it.

Passing by a young man who seems to be an intern, the New York brawler taps him on the shoulder.

Mike McGuire: Hey, kid, can you tell me where Collateral Damage’s locker room is?

Intern: Um, yeah, I think it’s a couple doors down on the right.

Mike McGuire: Excellent. Thanks, kid, you’ve done the world a great fuckin’ service.

Grinning in an almost sharkish manner, Mike gives the somewhat confused looking boy a genuine NSFW fidget spinner for his cooperation, continues on toward the indicated door and, with as much stealth as someone with all the subtlety of a hammer to the forebrain can manage, tests the doorknob. Finding it unlocked, her glee increases tenfold. Reaching down with her free hand, she removes the frisbee, glancing down at the bucket’s shuffling contents.

Mike McGuire: Alright, my little troopers, prepare for the greatest mission of your entire goddamn lives. Godspeed, you magnificent bastards.

With one fluid motion and amazing speed, Mike grabs the knob, whips the door open, and heaves the contents of the sand pail- a couple dozen freshly caught live beach crabs- into the room before immediately pivoting around and making a break for it, laughing like an absolute maniac.

She will wish she would’ve stayed for a few more seconds to hear the shriek escape the lips of Draco Lazarus as he exits the bathroom in the locker room.

Draco Lazarus: F&ck that noise! What kind of asshole throws crabs in a locker room? That is Literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

Draco looks around the bathroom, he yanks the shower rod down, getting momentarily caught up in the curtain which flusters him even more. After the steam escapes the top of his head, he has the shower rod on the sink counter, within arm’s reach, and the shower with both hands.

Draco Lazarus: I HAVE A F*CKIN’ MATCH WITH MR. THREE NAMES! AND THESE ASSHOLES WANT TO PLAY GAMES!

He counts to three to himself, quickly kicks the door open, and throws the shower curtain out in the locker room. Draco turns to grab the shower rod, when he turns back, he sees the shower curtain barely covered any of the few dozen crabs, and a few of the other crabs are seemingly pulling it off the trapped crabs. Draco starts swinging the pole, taking turns hopping on one foot then the other trying to avoid being snapped by the pinchers. He makes it miday to the the locker room, despite not hitting a single crab with the shower rod, and hops on the bench. He then uses the shower rod to pick up the bag containing his wrestling girl. Again he counts to three before hurdling off the bench, superhero landing, then sprinting out the room. Bumping into said Intern from earlier while he flees. We return to ringside.

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SINGLES MATCH

DRACO LAZARUS

VS DAVID SCOTT

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Bennett: Draco's got crabs!!

Aiello: There's something very, very weird going on here in L.A. tonight. It's been a weird night, to say the least!

Carter: It really has.

A spotlight shines on center stage until the "5th Symphony" by Beethoven begins playing and “The Gold Standard” Draco Lazarus steps onto the stage. He stops, crosses both arms, and looks down on the fans with a smug look on his face. He points the golden cane at a few fans and starts to berate a few fans before pulling it back and putting it down. He acts as if he is a conductor, with his middle fingers, waving them around to the crowd to match the beat.

Stroup: Introducing…God’s Gift to Wrestling and Women...hailing from Miami, Florida...he is one half of Collateral Damage…. “THE Gold Standard” DRAAAACOOOOO LAZZZZZARUSSSSSS!

”The Gold Standard” Draco Lazarus starts throwing monopoly money into the crowd. He acts like he is going to high five a fan, but pulls his hand away and runs it through his hair. He hops onto the apron, goes through the ropes, and circles the ring announcer a few times. He begins “making it rain” on the ring announcer then the referee with the rest of his Monopoly money. He points into the crowd and yells “You Poor People SUCK!” Then begins stretching and heads to his corner. He takes off his suit jacket, and acts like he is going to throw it to the crowd, but just drops it outside the ring and laughs. He hangs his cane on the bottom rope of his corner as he awaits David Scott.

Stroup: And introducing his opponent... from Anaheim, California!

A double-tap of drums leads into the heavy chords of Zack Tempest’s “Slow Death,” bringing the crowd to its feet with an explosive and deafening ovation. The lights of the Staples Center pulsate in time with the cadence while a single black strobe behind the curtain silhouettes the form of David Scott as he strides out onto the stage, drawing even more fervor from the fans. Hands on his hips, the “Toughest Bastard in the Business” walks up to the top of the ramp and stares out over the scene. Twisting his head to pop the bones in his neck, Scott marches down towards the ring, wringing his wrists and cracking his knuckles. Almost absently, he reaches out to slap a hand or bump a fist, but his eyes never leave the ring.

Stroup: Standing six feet tall and weighing two hundred thirty five pounds ... DAVID ... SCOTT!

Breaking into a sudden run, Scott dives beneath the ropes and pops to his feet, storming over to the far corner and hauling himself up to throw a fist in the air. The reaction is immediate as thousands of fists rise in response, alongside a bellowing roar from the crowd. Leaving it at that, Scott drops back to the mat and rolls out his neck one last time. Reaching back to grab hold of the ropes, he lunges forward to stretch his shoulders before moving to the center of the ring and placing his hands back on his hips, an intense stare directed towards the stage as the music fades out and the lights return to normal. 

DING DING DING

Starting things out, Draco waves for Scott to bring it. Scott makes a B-line for Lazarus and as soon as he gets his hands on him, Draco pulls back through the ropes and tells the ref to get him off of him! Clearly already irritating the no nonsense Scott he takes a few steps back with his hands on his hips, Lazarus steps back into the ring, waving for Scott to get back. The ref steps between them and tells them to go at it. Lazarus is in no hurry as Scott comes at him once more looking for a tie up, but Draco ducks it and hops to the other side of the ring. Scott clearly upset now starts a run of curse words at Draco, and the two begin trading trash talk in the middle of the ring. The two look to be so deeply tranced in trash talking each other there is a buzz in the crowd as they are on the edge of their seat waiting for someone to kick this thing off. As they both shout back and forth at each other, Scott NAILS Lazarus with a stiff right hand! Lazarus goes down, hard and is picked up by Scott!

Aiello: It looked like Lazarus had already gotten into Scott’s head, he came in with a game plan. But Lazarus couldn’t help but let his guard down when the trash talking started.

Carter: It was the perfect bait and switch, there is no denying that Lazarus had gotten under Scott’s skin, but he baited him into the middle of the ring with that trash talk.

Bennett: And now we got ourselves a fight!

Scott picks up Lazarus and runs him into the corner throwing him face first down on the top turnbuckle! Lazarus hits with such force that he bounces off and comes down on his back in the middle of the ring! Scott is right ontop of him, as he grabs Lazarus before he can react, and lifts him above his head in a military press! The crowd pops to their feet as he walks over to the turnbuckle and drops Lazarus! Draco lands head first onto the top buckle and falls limp with his arms hanging over the top rope holding him up. He grabs the back of Lazarus’ head and begins slamming it into the corner of the turnbuckle over and over again as the crowd counts along all the way to ten! The crowd is a buzz as he turns Lazarus around and brings him over his shoulder with a snapmare takedown, fallowed up by a kick to the spine!

Aiello: What a start to this match for Scott!

Carter: I don’t think Draco even knows where he is right now!

Draco slowly turns, his eyes wincing as he turns to get to his feet. David with a kick to the midsection…

Carter: He’s lookin for the STUNNER!!!

…Draco reverses it shoving him off into the ropes...

Aiello: Way too early!

Scott bumps into the ref who falls down for a moment, when Scott bounces back Draco delivers a swift kick right between the uprights! The ref gets up just as Scott falls to the ground, and immediately questions Lazarus, but Draco signals that it was a kick to the midsection. The ref warns him about low blows but Lazarus keeps signaling to the midsection assuring him he didn’t break any rules.

Carter: Lazarus taking the opportunity right there…

Bennett: Ya gotta hand it to him, he knew the ref was out of position, and he took advantage of it.

Carter: Are you serious right now?

Lazarus picks up Scott and sends him into the ropes! As Scott bounces back Lazarus takes a side step and sends Scott swooping over the top rope and down to the floor! He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and as soon as Scott gets to his feet he flies through the air with a diving moonsault press!!! Scott tries to catch him but he can’t get in position and the two crumble to the ground. Lazarus pulls up Scott to his feet and with the ref in the ring counting, he quickly gouges Scott’s eyes. The ref shouts at Lazarus to watch it, and Draco just raises his hands showing that he didn’t do anything. Scott stumbles outside the ring to the corner rubbing his eyes trying to get his vision back, and we catch Draco spouting off some trash talk to him. David clearly gets furious and takes a swing at Draco… Draco ducks and David wraps his own arm around the turnbuckle post!

Aiello: OH! And that could have broken Scott’s arm with as hard as he threw that punch!

Bennett: Ya gotta keep your cool out there, Scott is letting Lazarus get inside his head.

Lazarus grabs Scott throwing him back in the ring. Lazarus rolls back into the ring and Scott has gotten to his feet! Holding his prone arm he walks over and grabs Lazarus and tries to send him into the ropes with an Irish whip! Lazarus is able to reverse it, and Scott comes bouncing off the ropes and leaps up and nails a lou thez press and begins raining down punches on The Golden Boy! He picks him up and sends him into the turnbuckle! Lazarus hits the corner with a snap, and Scott begins in with his KNIFE HANDS!!! After a good five or six chops to the chest Lazarus drops to his knees holding his arms cross over his chest. With the crowd buzzing from the chops Scott picks up Lazarus and with a quick tie up, Lazarus pulls Scott in close and nails him AGAIN with a knee in the groin! The ref tries to catch it, and starts to shout at Lazarus about low blows but before he can, with Scott doubled over… Lazarus quickly hits the GOLDEN TICKET!!!

Bennett: That’s it! This one is over!!!

Lazarus covers Scott, and the ref hesitates for a moment when Draco orders him to get down and do his job. The ref slides into position!







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DING DING DING

Stroup: Here is your winner... Draco Lazarus!

Boos echo throughout The Staples Center as Draco Lazarus grabs a microphone and heads to the center of the ring.

Draco: Thank You! Thank You! I know I looked damn impressive out there again tonight. But save it for the emotionally unstable losers that need your cheers.

A wave of Boo’s with scattered You Suck’s fill the arena.

Draco: I can tell by the look of your faces you are as disappointed I wiped the floor with this scrub David Scott as you will when the Dodgers choke and miss the playoffs.

Draco gets some expected cheap heat.

Draco: Then that same stupid look will be on all your ugly mugs again when LeBron doesn't bring you a ring.

See aforementioned fan response.

Draco: Save your breath. You are going to need when God finally does us all a favor and makes the Pacific Ocean swallow this god forsaken state.

One more cheap heat tactic before he says something of little less value.

Draco: Those first few seconds, you will all know how David Scott felt before his end of career crisis.. I have a heart, I understand why you empathize with these blue collar fighter. Because he is the hard working loser like all the characters you idiots obsess over on the big screen. Except, Scott won't get his fairy tale ending. No no. Scott's story ends with him alone, barely able to move, his only friend will be the nurse paid to take care of him.

Draco chuckles and gives the ole knee slap.

Draco: Let's see... I've now pinned Miller on Brawl and Rampage. I guess I should BE the one playing mind games with Smokey Jones, not this chump. But onto more more important matters, I've already wasted enough time with this has-been so I will move onto the losers he pays to be his friend.

Draco snickers, thumbing his nose.

Draco: Mike McGuire... I know you threw those crabs in my locker room. Money talks Bitch. And pretty soon, you are going to forced to give money to Bishop Church to talk for you after I destroy you. THEY RUINED A $5,000 BABY BLUE VELOUR JUMPSUIT. I EXPECT TO BE COMPENSATED ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

Draco drops the mic, takes his time exiting the ring, then up the ramp to the beautiful melodious chorus…

DRACO SUCKS!!
DRACO SUCKS!!
DRACO SUCKS!!

[MNB]

When we return from the commercial break, the cameras are backstage as we see Victor Price and "Doc" Hollister having a conversation.

Price: I understand that we have had great ratings! But the point is that you don't upstage the boss!

"Doc": The boss? THE BOSS?! You haven't even stepped foot inside an arena for six weeks! Last time we saw you was in Minneapolis! Since then, we've had three episodes of Monday Night BRAWL and Scars and Stripes. Where were at when we were all in Ann Arbor, BOSS?

Price: You're not going to take that tone of voice with me!

"Doc": We've got dudes interrupting the show that no one knows who they are, one of whom got disrespectful with LeBron James. We've got Natalie Young showing up and demanding rematches. We've got superstars making their own match. We've got CRABS for Christ's sake! You've been in "control" of this whole show and it hasn't been worth a damn. It's been anarchy! You want me to stay quiet? Then DO something. ANYTHING.

Price: You want me to do something?! FINE! You think you did so well for yourself when you granted Griffin Hawkins an International Championship match after Scars and Stripes? Well I will do you one better! Next Monday night from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, I am making it OFFICIAL. Griffin Hawkins will get ONE FINAL CHANCE at the International Championship when he takes Dominic Sanders on in a Last Man Standing match! And the special guest referee for that match will be... ME! How you like them apples?

"Doc": Now THAT is what I am talking about. It's about time you came up with something useful and creative instead of just sitting around drinking martinis on a beach somewhere!

"Doc" says this with a heavy dose of sarcasm as he walks away from Price.

Price: Hey! Come back! I'm not done with you yet! Roger!

Price scoffs as "Doc" fully exits the room. We cut to another backstage camera. This EWCTV camera, as well as Backstage Interviewer Ace Heart, catches up to Magdalena Lockheart as she walks towards the stage entrance from her locker room. Lockheart stops that the Gorilla position and waits for her music to be keyed up over the speakers. Ace Heart comes in from behind with a microphone in his hand and taps Maggie on her shoulder, causing Maggie to spin around in a fighting stance. When she sees that it’s only Heart, she drops her fists.

Ace Heart: Maggie, in just a few short moments you’re getting ready to make your BRAWL singles debut against the current EWC Tag-Team Champion Rob Garcia. Any last thoughts before you head out there?

Magdalena Lockheart: Yeah, I’ve got a few thoughts. The first thing is that it’s getting real old real fast having you approach me backstage for these last minute interviews. But I get it, you’re just doing your job, whatever.

Ace Heart: I saw you walking towards the entrance here with a little bit of pep in your step. You seem either excited, or nervous. Are you ready for the match at hand? ...and more importantly… how does your leg feel?

Magdalena Lockheart: My leg feels fine. A little sore. I’m still wearing the brace as a precaution of course. But no, I’m not excited or nervous. I’m not anything. Well, not anything except pissed off.

Ace Heart: Pissed off?

Magdalena Lockheart: Yeah. I know that we’re in a business. I know that matches like these on weekly shows happen, and we’re not supposed to take anything personally. But I just so happened to catch Garcia’s little… promo… on the Network a few minutes ago. If he thinks for one second that I wasn’t taking this match seriously before… I sure as hell am taking it seriously now.

Ace Heart: Ahh yes. Rob did have some choice words for you. Colorful language, too.

Magdalena Lockheart: Colorful language? Is that what we're calling it now? While I was busy busting my ass, working hard, training harder, trying to figure out how I was going to even compete as his tag team partner last week on Rampage… not to mention how I am about to reverse course and fight him here tonight… he was all too busy just cracking jokes and trying to figure out what rhymes with Schmagdalena Schmockheart. To be honest, Ace, the shit that he said was insulting. But it wasn’t so much what he said as to how he chose to go about presenting it.

Ace Heart: Perhaps he was just trying to get into your head. Gain a mental advantage maybe?

Magdalena Lockheart: If that's the case, then he succeeded. Rob Garcia just took two gigantic steps backward in my book. But what’s worse is that he blatantly disrespected me at what he thinks is my expense. What kind of joke does he take me for? Oh, and before you say it, I totally understand. That bullshit was just typical Robbie Garcia. Straight out of third or maybe even the fourth grade. I honestly thought he was out of that little phase, since all it ever did for him was get his ass kicked, perpetually, but I guess he's not done being the EWC Court Jester. I honestly thought that he was better than that. But that’s just it, isn’t it? It a business and an industry that’s predicated on respect Rob Garcia can’t even find it in himself to take me seriously, even after I helped him last week. I think that respect for Rob Garcia is a foreign fucking term, that much is fucking obvious. So I think I’m just gonna have to go out there and change his mind about me… and I'll do that by stomping his fucking face through the mat.

Ace Heart: Ahh well. It seems like you are ready for this one and that you're planning on making it a real nasty fight. If you do, I suppose that is your call. I do wish you the best of luck though, tonight. Be careful with your knee out there.

Magdalena Lockheart: Appreciated, Ace. But I don’t believe in luck. Just watch how things go tonight. I’m about to go out there and prove that a little luck is only good for the people that rely on it. Rob Garcia is going to lose tonight, and after that... he’s going to continue to fall. Luck won't save him. Maybe a change of attitude will. But as far as tonight is concerned, it's too late for that. Tonight, Rob Garcia will walk out to that ring with his head held unreasonably high for a man about to suffer his next loss.

Ace Heart: Well thank you very much for your time Miss Lockheart. We’ll head back to ringside as I’m sure the match is getting ready to get started at any moment now...

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SINGLES MATCH

ROB GARCIA

VS MAGDALENA LOCKHEART

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Aiello: Well, how about the announcement from Victor Price?

Bennett: I don't get it! That fake rocker Griffin Hawkins doesn't deserve another shot! This is pathetic!

Carter: I disagree, Steve. Griffin Hawkins and Dominic Sanders had an absolute barn-burner last week. Griff took the champ to the limit and certainly showed that he can beat Sanders.

Aiello: But what about Victor Price saying he's going to be the special guest referee?!

Bennett: What about the fact that you're just completely ignoring the comments that Magdalena Lockheart had to say?

Carter: She has definitely built up some disdain inside for Rob Garcia.

Aiello: As have a lot of people. But we won't have to wait long to see how that one plays out. Next up we have some crossover action from Friday Night Rampage. That’s right! All of the other brands want to be represented on the flagship show of EWC! 

Bennett: But you obviously hadn't been listening! The ReMnant is back on BRAWL for good!

Carter: Well, regardless, on the last Friday Night Rampage these two opponents were tag team partners, but I know for a fact that these two have no love for each other. Rob Garcia, holder of the Tag Team Championships, takes on former Future Stars of Wrestling Champion, Magdalena Lockheart!

Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, first …

The deep heartbeat bass of Taylor Swift’s “Look What You Made Me Do” drops over the arena’s public announce speakers as the artist Magdalena Lockheart emerges from behind the curtain. Magdalena steps out into the center of an emerald spotlight wearing a long black dress. For a moment she stands at the top of the stage and applies a dark cherry lipstick to her lips with the aid of a pocket mirror. The ramp in front of her lights up like a model’s runway. Lockheart struts down the ramp as if she’s modeling the dress, pausing briefly at the bottom to pose while flashbulbs go off all around her.

Stroup: Standing at five feet three inches tall, and weighing in at one-hundred and eleven pounds; from Inwood, New York - She is the FUTURE, the Artist known as MAGDALENA LOCKHEART!!!

Lockheart walks around the ring towards the camera side, moving all of the way to the southeast ringpost before pulling herself up onto the ring apron. She centers herself on the apron and stands facing the crowd.

But I got smarter, I got harder, In the knick of time.

And me I rose up from the dead I do it all the time.

I got a list of names, yours is in red underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice- Ooh!

Lockheart grabs her dress with both hands and on beat with the song, she rips the dress down the center! Another green spotlight shines straight down on her as glittering, sparkling confetti rains down from the ceiling onto the crowd. Flashes go off from all of the hungry cell phone cameras in attendance as Lockheart sheds the rest of her dress and reveals her slim waistline beneath. Lockheart pauses for a few moments to allow the crowd to snap more photographs before entering the ring.

Stroup: And her opponent…

??: When are you going to learn your lesson, you overpaid bimbo?! 

Jeff Noon comes out from the backstage area with a microphone in hand. He smiles smugly at the deafening boos he receives from the EWC audience.

Noon: All of you ring announcers are the same. You don’t have the talent nor the depth to introduce this man. Listen to me, people!

The boos get louder.

Noon: I appreciate the praise you heap on him, you filthy street urchins, but Rob Garcia does not need your approval! He is the GREATEST REIGNING and DEFENDING Tag Team Champion this company has EVER seen. So now you will witness the BEST. No more butt ugly pirates to hold him down. No! Here he is! The man, the myth, the legend, MY GOOD FRIEND, ROB GARCCIIAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

The arena goes dark except for the fans cell phones...

🎵I wear a mean dark pair of shades.. 🎵 plays throughout the arena and the crowd erupts in "boos!"

The music hits and the lights come on! Rob Garcia is standing at the top of the stage with Jeff Noon now at his side.

Rob is wearing the Tag Team Titles on each shoulder, and he looks around at the crowd with a cocky grin upon his face. Rob slowly looks around at the crowd and then shakes his head in disgust as Jeff focuses on the ring. Jeff whispers something to Rob and Rob nods his head and they start to walk towards the ring taking their time. Jeff takes the Tag Team Titles from Rob and then Rob slides into the ring. The music quiets as the match begins.

DING DING DING

Despite Maggie’s shorter stature, her confidence allows her to stand toe-to-toe with the Tag Team Champion. There looks to be a lock up, but Rob backs away. He suddenly sniffs the air. He shakes his head with a disgusted snarl of his lips. Garcia walks over to Noon and confers with him quietly. Maggie stands still, not giving Rob the reaction he wants at the moment. Noon slips him an item from his pocket and the referee goes to stop him with the understanding this may be Rob’s way to end this match right out.

But it’s a stick of deodorant. Garcia “graciously” tries to offer it to Lockheart.

Aiello: What is this ridiculous man doing?

Bennett: Telling Lockheart what every sane person here knows, son... that she stinks!

Carter: I reaffirm what Joe is saying. Garcia is being ridiculous here with this.

Indignantly, Maggie slaps it out of Garcia’s hand and backhands him across the face. Garcia staggers back and Maggie keeps on the offensive. She alternatives chops and and open palm strikes on the eternally-recognized, even in-memoriam, Undefeated Champion. Maggie forces him against the ropes. The Scars and Stripes main eventer takes a few steps, charges, and Rob backbody drops her over the top rope! Maggie with the grace of a cat lands on the apron. Rob turns around and Maggie hotshots Rob’s throat across the top rope. She leaps onto the top rope and and springboards off it to catch Rob in the face with a wheeling roundhouse kick. She quickly goes for a cover and hooks the leg!








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Aiello: Too early!

Bennett: You’re damn right it’s too early. Uppity bitch thinks she’s going to beat the champion at all, much less so soon, she’s got another thing coming!

Carter: As much as I hate to agree with you, there IS a talented wrestler under all the lowbrow hijinx. Maggie’s going to have to work a little harder to put Garcia away.

Rob sits up just starting to respond to the strike heavy beatdown he just suffered. Maggie circles around him in an offensive stance as he struggles to get to his feet. Maggie kicks Rob in the back of the calf to bring him back down to a knee. Within a split second, she roundhouse kicks Garcia across the back of the skull to complete the Beat Rush combo! Rob falls face first to the mat with the camera catching his eyes starting to glaze over. He’s dead weight! Maggie has exert a considerable amount of effort to shoot a half nelson on the nearly 250 pound man to put him on his back. When she finally does, she hooks both legs this time into the air!







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Rob just barely rolls his shoulder up!

Carter: Now THAT one was a lot closer, she nearly had him!

Bennett: HA! Damn lucky break, and she STILL couldn’t finish the job!

Aiello: She doesn’t seem too happy about that, that’s for sure.

Maggie slaps the mat. One, two, three, she yells at referee Paul Turner. The referee holds up two fingers to signify that this match will still continue on. But suddenly his attention is diverted. Jeff Noon is trying to get into the ring from the apron with both Tag Team Championships. He tosses one over the referee and near Rob but the referee intercepts it and kicks it out of the ring. Noon persists and tries to enter the ring again and is one foot in when the Turner gets in his way. Maggie has had enough and leaves the seemingly out cold Garcia to his own devices. She now gets in Noon’s way and slaps the belt away from his hands. She grabs him by his tie and slugs him in the face. And while it certainly was a hell of a punch, Noon flies backwards over the top rope and onto the apron.

Noon: My spleen! Oh God, she injured my second spleen. Doctor, I need a doctor!

Noon writhes in agony and like any good human being, Turner exits the ring and checks on the fallen man who wriggles on the mat now holding his left foot in the air. Maggie looks to recover the referee but she’s taken her eye off the ball. Garcia is back and jabs her in the back of the leg with a steel chair.

Carter: What the hell does Noon think he’s doing?!?

Aiello: He’s obviously just trying to buy the Champion some time here.

Bennett: The man is in medical distress, boy, show some goddamn sympathy! Can we get a damn paramedic team out here?

Rob eyes the situation on the outside intently as Noon starts to cough up copious amounts of blood from his mouth. Despite not being hit in the mouth. Noon grabs the referee by his shirt.

Noon: I’m not going to make it! You’re witness for my living will. Write this down. No, wait, don’t turn around!

Garcia unfolds the steel chair and plants it in the middle of the ring. He grabs Maggie by the back of the hair and invites her to take a seat. Quickly, he bounces off into the ropes and smashes into the seated Lockheart with a lunging clothesline! She falls backwards out of the chair. He eyes the situation again and Turner is trying to get away from Noon but can’t.

Noon: It’s terminal, Paul. You and me, we’ve always been best friends. I’m going to leave you my baseball card collection. Not the gum! Okay, okay! Maybe the ones I already chewed up.

Turner: We’re not friends! I don’t even like you! Let go of me! Or I’ll disqualify Garcia!

Noon: Oh, I see how it is!

Garcia realizes time is running out. He places the chair on Maggie’s sternum, runs to the ropes and moonsaults off the second rope onto the chair and thus Lockheart! Rob quickly disposes of the evidence and shouts at the referee! Noon feigns passing out as Turner pulls away. He slides back into the ring to see that Rob has covered Maggie with no implement of destruction in sight!







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Maggie kicks out!

Rob slaps the mat in frustration!

Garcia: You dumb ref, can’t you count!?

Aiello: Lockhart just kicks out of that one!

Carter: Magdalena Lockheart showing the heart of a lion here!

Bennett: She only managed to kick out because Garcia is worried sick about his dying best friend, you heartless bastards!

Maggie tries to sit up but Rob puts her back down with a forearm smash. He then steps on her hair and the crowd gasps in horror as he reaches down and pulls her up by her arms. Maggie neck is craned backwards in unnatural position before Turner counts to four before just shoving Rob off the move! Rob is not stopped though. He may have let go of that dirty maneuver but he starts to lay his boots onto Maggie’s body. He yanks her up into a seated position and then digs in knee into the arch of her back. The Tag Team Champion then reaches around her face with both hands and hooks his fingers into the corners of her mouth. He wrenches back and the camera catches at Maggie’s mouth is disproportionally stretched. He shakes her back and forth and suddenly Rob pulls away holding his finger.

Garcia: You bit me! I’m not into no dominatrix stuff, you fool! I’ve probably got rabies now, you smelly punk!

Bennett: This is a goddamn tragedy. We’ve got Jeff Noon dying at ringside, and now Rob Garcia has rabies. Damn you, you green haired strumpet!

Carter: Her hair isn’t even gr… you know what, I’m not going to even dignify that with a response.

Aiello: Either way, Lockheart showing she’s willing to go to unorthodox lengths to stay in the game!

Maggie gets to her feet, Rob charges for a lariat, she ducks under his arm and as he turns around, she obliterates him with a Lunar Eclipse kick!

Maggie: I don’t have rabies, you fucking idiot.

Lockheart covers Rob with the surprise knockout shot!








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The referee stops his count when a bar of deodorant lands harmlessly next to him. Rob kicks out after the fact! Maggie shakes her head but sees the opportunity as Rob crawls up to his hands and knees. She goes to bounce off the ropes… Noon catches her by the leg and trips her up. She maintains her balance but as she turns around Rob catches her with his shining wizard variant, Lights Out for Harambe! He hooks both legs and pulls down on the waistline of her pants just out of the sight of the referee!








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DING DING DING

Stroup: The winner of this match via pinfall, ROB GARCIA!!

Garcia gets his hand raised in victory, pumping his other fist in jubilation. Jeff Noon, making a miraculous recovery, rolls into the ring, handing his best friend his Tag Team Championships and dropping the previously discarded deodorant on Maggie’s chest.

Aiello: I cannot believe what we just saw!

Bennett: What do you mean?! The ReMnant just won fair and square!

Carter: Well, I am not so sure I would call it FAIR, Steve.

Aiello: Rob Garcia just defeated the former FSW Champion here on Monday Night BRAWL.

Carter: Crazier things have certainly happened tonight.

Aiello: Folks, after these short messages we will bring you our Main Event! Nick James and Kendrick Kross collide for a chance at Bishop Church and his EWC Television Championship!

[MNB]

SINGLES MATCH
WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
NICK JAMES
VS KENDRICK KROSS

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Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night BRAWL! We've definitely seen it all here, tonight.

Bennett: I'm just glad I didn't have to watch NSFW fight!

Carter: But... nevermind. Not worth it. It's that time, folks. Time for our Main Event! Let's go to Jessica in the ring!

Stroup: The following contest will determine the Number One Contender for the EWC Television Championship! Introducing first….hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing 250 pounds…. NICK JAMES!

The beginning of "Get Up" by Skrillex ft Korn begins to play as electricity animates through the light boards around the arena. As it returns to the main screen, JAMES appears on the screen as the drop in the song hits.

"I, am clearly broken and no one knows what to do"

James appears from behind the curtains as the lyrics begin. He has a hoody covering his face. He stops at the top of the ramp.

"Times are looking grim these days..Holding on to everything, It's hard to draw the line"

He turns around as the drop hits and red lights start to flash throughout the arena

"SHUT THE FUCK UP GET UPPP"

The wobble from Skrillex hits and he turns around, removing the hoodie and walking down to the ring. 

Aiello: Here comes relative newcomer Nick James. Nick James is coming off a big win over Grizzly Duggan last Monday, no pun intended. Now he is looking to earn a shot at a title that his opponent has already held.

Bennett: Look at him, then look Kross. This will be over in no time. Then Nick James will take the Television Title from Bishop Church and all will be right with the world.

Carter: Nick James proved to be a very dangerous competitor last week. Kross needs to make sure he is at the top of his game if he wants to become a two time EWC Television Champion.

James ignores the crowd as he slides into the ring. 

'Seven Nation Army' hits the PA System. The lights flash red and white with each bass drum hit illuminating the stage briefly. When the snare comes in the rest of the lights come in to reveal Kendrick standing in the middle of the stage with a slight smile on his face. When the cymbals hit in as the words "leave it alone" are said red and white pyro shoot from the side of the stage as Kendrick proceeds down the ramp.

Stroup: And his opponent... From Chelsea, London, weighing at 215 Pounds....Kendrick KROSS!

Kendrick continues his way down the ramp slapping a few hands and with each cymbal strike the red lights brighten. As he reaches the end of the ramp he smiles and takes a left turn and walks up the steps, climbing in through the top and second ropes. He walks to the middle of the ring and looks out into the crowd before walking over to his corner.

Aiello: Kendrick Kross came up just short challenging Nostalgia for the X-Division Title at Scars and Stripes.

Bennett: When Rob Garcia gave him the greatest cold-shoulder ever in recorded history.

Aiello: Kendrick has had a string of bad matches lately, losing with Dominic Sanders against the last two we saw in the ring on Rampage, and then losing last Monday with Nostalgia against NSFW.

Bennett: And he ain't gonna faire much better one-on-one, I can promise you that!

Carter: Kendrick is a dynamic and explosive competitor. His style could be an advantage and disadvantage against James.

DING DING DING

Before the bell even rings, Nick James charges at Kross. But Kross sees him at the last second, leaps onto the ropes, then flips over Nick James. James turns, Kross sends him into the corner with a Dropkick. Kendrick sprints to the ropes near the corner, leaps on then off of the middle rope, he grabs the head of James and brings him down with a Tornado DDT. Kross goes for the quick cover... the ref counts…








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Kickout by James.

Kross gets to his feet backing up a few steps. Nick James gets to his feet, Kross goes for a Step Up Enizuri, but James ducks it. As Kross begins to get to his feet, James drives his knee into the face of Kross, sending him back to the mat. James begins to stomp relentlessly onto the midsection of Kross. The ref tries to get in his face, he ignores him, and delivers one more hard stomp, before changing course to belittle some fans in the crowd. He turns back, grabs Kendrick, bringing him to his feet. He sets Kross up for a Suplex, as he lifts, Kross manages to escape, and land on his feet. But James is ready for him, so as Kross comes forward, he is surprised by a Superkick from James. Nick James goes for the cover immediately after Kross hits the mat... the ref counts…








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2.. Kickout by Kross

Aiello: Nick James tried to get the early advantage with a pre-emptive attack, but Kross managed to turn the odds in his favor. Albeit short lived. Both men trying to get an early pin here.

Bennett: Did you see that Superkick? Obviously Nick James is in a class above the rest. He is Gym Class to Kross’s Science Class.

Carter: That doesn’t even make sense.

James quickly gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes, flips, connecting with a with a Somersault Leg Drop. He stomps on the downed Kross a few times, before sprinting toward ropes nearest Kross, leaping on then off the middle ropes, going for a Springboard Moonsault, but Kross gets his knees up at the last second. James is on his knees, holding his gut. As he gets to his feet, Kross connects with a Roundhouse Kick, knocking him back into the ropes. Kross charges, but James ducks, sending Kross over the ropes and down onto the outside. James takes a few seconds to point to his head before sliding through the ropes and onto the outside. He grabs James, yelling in his face how he will be next Television Champion before slamming Kross’s head into the apron a few times. James then attempts to whip Kross into the ropes but Kross reverses it, sending James headfirst into the ringpost. Kross takes a second to gather himself after James falls to the ground from the force of the impact. Kross then slides in the ring, walks to about the center of the ring, biding his time. As James gets to feet, and heads to the ropes, Kross charges, as James is about the reach for the ropes, Kross meets him with a Wrecking Ball Dropkick, sending James crashing into the barricade.

Aiello: Kendrick Kross was just recently in a Falls Count Anywhere Match, so he is no stranger to taking the fight to the outside.

Bennett: Well Nick James is going to make sure Kross is still a stranger to winning after this match. I hope he forgets it not an X-Division match and gets himself DQ’d. He has been smoking those funny cigarettes with those bad influences Smokey Jones and Nostalgia.

Carter: I hope your replacement smells better than you.

While Bennet was talking nonsense, Kross connected with a combination of jabs to the face of James followed by a Spinning Backfist as the ref’s count got to...



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Kross grabs James by the head, bringing him toward the ring, but James catches him by surprise, pushing him forward into the apron, the following up from behind with a devastating Clothesline.





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James picks up Kross by the head dragging him into Suplex position, he lifts, the brings Kross down back first onto the apron.

Aiello: What An Impact! That may have just swung the momentum of this match.

Bennett: I will just say "I told you so" now

Carter: Nick James showing the whole roster how far he is willing to go to get a taste of EWC gold.

Nick James slides into the ring. He leans down, to roll Kross back into the ring. He drags the still hurting Kross to his knees, setting up the All Canadian Piledriver, lifts, then drives Kross headfirst into the mat. James makes a lethargic pin as he just sprawls across for the cover… the ref counts…









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TH...kickout by Kross

Aiello: I Can’t Believe Kross kicked out of that.

Bennett: I swear. I am going to pay for these ref’s to get retrained how to count a pinfall properly. Every week they cost the classiest wrestlers matches with their unprofessionalism.

Carter: I will not even dignify that with an answer. Kross’s chances are looking bleak. James seems poised to pull off what many may consider an upset over the former Television Champion.

Bennett: An upset? Are you kidding me? Have they seen Nick James in action?

James’ harrasses the ref for the slow count before heading back over to Kross. He grab him by the head and shoulder bringing him to his feet, then whipping him into the ropes, he goes for the Pop-Up Powerbomb, but as Kross gets to the peak, he connects with a Dropkick, sending James back into the corner. Kross charges at James, but James drops, rolling out of the ring. He is boasting to the fans about his intelligence as Kross makes his way to the top turnbuckle. As James turns, Kross leaps off, the crowd erupts as Kross sends James hard to the mat with a Corckscrew Plancha. Kendrick Kross is still down due to the lasting effects of the Apron Suplex as the ref gets to…



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TH...kickout by James

Aiello: Kross now with the upper-hand after reaching deep into his bag of high flying tricks

Bennett: Pretty soon Kross is going to wish Nostalgia had a real memory zapper so he can forget how bad Nick James beat him.

Carter: I wish we had one for after you would make statements like that.

Kross takes a breather for a few seconds before getting to his feet and making his way to the corner. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, sets himself up, leaps, going for Post Mortem but James rolls out of the way at the last second. Kross use the momentum to roll out of it and onto his feet. But as he turns to James, he is met by a knee driven into his gut by James. James quickly grabs Kross, lifts, then brings Kross down hard onto his knee with a Backbreaker. Instead of going for the pin, James grabs Kross, bringing him to his knees, setting him up for a Powerbomb. James inches a little closer to the corner, he lifts Kross then sends him hard into the corner with a Bucklebomb. James then follows up with a Canonball. He goes for the cover...the ref counts…










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NO! The ref notices Kross’s leg on the ropes.

Aiello: Kross barely manages to keep his title hopes alive.

James has a look of disbelief as puts his hands atop his head. He takes his time getting to his feet, he leans down to grab Kross, bringing him up to Powerbomb position again. He lifts, but this time, Kross counters with a Facebuster, bringing James down hard to the mat. But he is unable to capitalize, as the pain in his back is slowing him down. Kross and James get to their feet at the same time, James charges at Kross, going for a Clothesline but Kross ducks. As Nick James turns, Kross connects with a Pele Kick. Kross takes a few seconds to go for the cover… the ref counts…








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THRE...James gets a shoulder up

Aiello: That quick strike from Kross almost got the job done there.

Kross gets to his feet, grabbing James, bringing to his feet, but as he does he tries to scoop James onto his back for Rack Bomb, but James escapes, delivers a kick to the gut of Kross, grabs his head, then brings him hard to the mat with a Lifting DDT. James hooks the legs...the ref counts…








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James slams on the mat in frustration, he gets to his feet, heading to the corner as he gives the ref an earful. He makes his way to the top turnbuckle, he sets himself, leaps, going for a Frog Splash, but Kross manages to get his knees up at the last second. A few seconds later they are both getting their feet at the same time. As James deals with the pain, Kross sprints toward him, James goes for a Clothesline, but Kross ducks, keeps his momentum going, hops right onto the top turnbuckle, then leaps off, connecting with Whisper in the Wind. Kross bides his time, as James is pushing himself to his feet, Kross charges, lunges, and drives James headfirst into the mat with the Tramp Stamp. He goes for the cover...the ref counts…








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DING DING DING

Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….KENDRICK KROSS!

Aiello: Kendrick Kross has earned himself another Television Title shot! Bishop Church and he crossed paths in a tag match last week on BRAWL, now they have another meeting set thanks to Kross’s impressive performance tonight.

Carter: Nick James really brought the fight to Kendrick Kross, but Kross proved to be the better man here tonight.

Bennett: You watch your tongue Carter.

As the the ref raises Kross’s hand in victory, James holds his back as he makes his way up the ramp shaking his head, but suddenly there is a commotion when Jeff Noon begins walking down the ramp.

Carter: What is Jeff Noon doing here?

Bennett: Don’t question it. Just be grateful to be in his presence.

This gets the attention of Kedrick Kross, he leans over the ropes yelling at Noon, warning him to head back up the ramp. But as he does, Rob Garcia slides in the ring behind him, wielding a steel chair. Garcia charges from behind, and unloads a devastating shot to the back of Kross, sending him over the ropes and onto the outside. Garcia follows him out, he and Noon high five before Garcia cocks back and connects with a few more chair shots each seemingly with more force than the last to the already hurting back of Kendrick Kross. Rob then sets up the chair, he drags Kross to his feet, tucks his hands through the arms and behind his head, Garcia lifts, then bring Kross down with a Dragon Suplex onto the chair. A bunch of refs begin pouring from backstage to stop the attack

Carter: What a heinous attack from Rob Garcia. He must’ve known Agent K2 was the only Freaks and Geeks member here tonight.

Bennett: He is one damn classy son-a-bitch. I might be a little jealous.

Aiello: Folks, we are out of time here. What a sour way to end this great night. For Steve Bennett and Max Carter, I am Joe Aiello. We will see you all next week from Atlanta! Goodnight!

The camera zooms in on a laughing Rob Garcia and Jeff Noon as we go off the air.

[MNB]

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: MNB
MATCH TWO: MIKE MCGUIRE
MATCH THREE: KENDRICK KROSS
MATCH FOUR: DOMINIC SANDERS
MATCH FIVE: LUKE WOLFE
MATCH SIX: BISHOP CHURCH
MAIN EVENT: NOSTALGIA

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SEGMENTS

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VANNAH WHITE
JE'MARIO UNGER
MNB
"FABULOUS" FRANKIE HAYES
DOMINIC SANDERS
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
NATALIE YOUNG
MAGDALENA LOCKHEART
DRACO LAZARUS
MIKE MCGUIRE
ROB GARCIA

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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FSW SINGLES MATCH
MARQUEE
VS MATT ANGEL
WINNER: Matt Angel

SINGLES MATCH
HAPPY
VS EMMA LOUISE
WINNER: Happy

FSW SINGLES MATCH
SARAH ROBERTS
VS LEXIE GLASS
WINNER: Sarah Roberts

X-DIVISION RULES TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
ANTHONY GRUNGE/YOUNG SINATRA
VS NSFW
WINNER: NSFW

SINGLES MATCH
DRACO LAZARUS
VS DAVID SCOTT
WINNER: Draco Lazarus

SINGLES MATCH
ROB GARCIA
VS MAGDALENA LOCKHEART
WINNERS: Rob Garcia

MAIN EVENT
SINGLES MATCH TO DETERMINE THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
NICK JAMES
VS KENDRICK KROSS
WINNER: Kendrick Kross (And NEW #1 Contender for the EWC Television Championship)

BRAWL #512 MVP: NSFW

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