MNB #492 - SALT LAKE CITY
Oct 2, 2017 22:08:03 GMT -6
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Post by President Mac on Oct 2, 2017 22:08:03 GMT -6
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MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #492 | OCTOBER 2ND 2017LIVE! from Vivint Smart Home Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah
EWC BRAWL
OCTOBER 2ND 2017
LIVE! from Vivint Smart Home Arena in Salt Lake City, Utah
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 of BRAWL in Portland
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, Ashton Drake and then Xplode all with the EWC Championship.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night Brawl Superstars: Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, Eddie Crank, Emma Louise, John Blade, Kim Hunter, Peter Dragon, Melinda Rhodes, Jackson Knox, Donovan Baine, Keith Williams, Nostalgia, Rob Garcia, Konnor Klay, CJ Newmann, Morgan Darkwater, Kestrel, Neo James Carner, AJ Johnson, Nick James, Cyrus Black, Thomas Bates, and Amis Shelton
We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl: CJ Newman with the Television Championship, then Eddie Crank with the X-Division Championship and finally Rebel Rhodes with the International Championship
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy in the Vivint Smart Home Arena is electrifying.
Spotlights circle around the arena as the thousands of fans in the venue are shown in a wide angle shot. The camera then pans out showing a full scale view of the jam packed arena and zooms in on some crazy fans.
A chant begins of
MNB
MNB
MNB
MNB
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Fireworks blast across the stage as the fans scream in delight.
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
As the camera pans around the arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcer's booth where Aiello, Bennett and Carter are shown smiling.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen we welcome you to another sold out episode of Monday Night Brawl! We are live here in Salt Lake City Utah at the Vivint Smart Home Arena
Bennett: I've got that Vivint shit at my house .. fucking camera doorbell shit works half the fucking time. When its works .. it's good fun. I scare the shit out of the UPS guy dropping off Amazon shit all the damn time. It's a fucking riot. A shit scaring fucking riot. Mother fucking riot of shit fun
Carter: For those keeping record at home .. that's six shots for the word 'shit' and 5 shots for the word 'fucking'
Bennett: That means we are off to a good fucking start doesn't it? ..... fucker!
Carter holds up six and then seven fingers to the camera
Aiello: It's the first Brawl show after Rumble in the Bronx and wow .. what an eventful show that was
Carter: Price was his same old dickish self, while two new champions were crowned and Ace King won himself the Rumble
Aiello: The show wasn't without it's low moment though when we were startled to hear the news that our EWC Champion Ashton Drake was no longer employed with the company. Drake, wherever you are .. we know you are watching .. we want you to know you are missed and loved by everyone in the EWC. From the lockerroom, to the staff and down to these fans .. there will never be another Drake .. and we respect the hell out of you
Bennett: So while we wont be getting a fucking Drake/King show down for the EWC Undisputed Championship .. we will be getting a Crank/King match to determine our next Champion and ultimately the new face of the EWC .. either option scares the shit out of me
Carter: King and Crank would both make excellent faces of the company
Bennett: Keep drinking the kool-aid Carter .. it will do more then just turn your piss blue you fucking sheep
Carter: Wouldn't it be lamb?
Bennett: Still talking are we?
Aiello: Moving on .. we have a monster show for all to see tonight .. we have some debuts and a killer main event with all kinds of ..
The lights in the arena suddenly dim as the song "The Sunk'n Norwegian" by Alestorm kicks in, sending thunderous waves of excited cheers racing throughout the EWC fans in attendance as none other than Brawl's own pirate, Captain Morgan Darkwater, appears on-stage. He's dressed in his usual garb, long crimson coat falling over loose-fitting leather pants and large black boots, a tri-cornered hat nested atop his head of unruly brown hair. A new addition to this ensemble can be seen coiled around his shoulders as he makes his way confidently down to the ring to the fans' chants and rhythmic foot-stomps.
Aiello: Speaking of our exciting Main Event, Captain Morgan Darkwater is making his way to the ring! The relative newcomer to the EWC put in an incredible performance at the Rumble, almost achieving the victory until an unfortunate rope snapping cut his dream short.
Carter: And it looks like he's brought that same length of broken ring-ropes with him tonight! Those things are made of iron cables and weigh a ton, folks, but Morgan's wearing it like one of Mr T's chains!
Bennett: Dated reference aside, I wonder what Darkwater has come out here for...?
The Captain is in the ring at this point, and has received a microphone and is waiting for the thankful chants to die down, a wry smile on his lips as he gestures for silence.
Morgan: Thank ye, thank ye, ye all be too kind... ye know, I just have t' say: when Price twisted me arm into advertisin' th' new line o' official EWC merchandise wit' this ugly mug's name all o'er it, I was sceptical t' say th' least. But tonight, comin' out here just now an' seein' the support o' th' fans, th' sea o' Captain Morgan shirts an' foam cutlasses thrust skywards? Gotta admit, I'm warmin' t' th' idea.
He pauses again as his words are met with further cheers, hundreds of prop swords swinging wildly throughout the arena by kids and adults alike.
Carter: That's right, folks, someone in Merchandising greenlit the idea of putting swords in the hands of children. Only in the EWC, huh?
Morgan: But anyways, I digress... t' th' reason I came out here. I'm sure by now e'eryone's watched Rumble In Th' Bronx?
More cheers meet this rhetorical questions, along with chants for Ace King, Eddie Crank, Rebel Rhodes, Newmann and, of course, the Captain himself. He nods with a knowing smile.
Morgan: Aye, I thought as much, otherwise why would Morgan's Motley Crew have grown so wildly o'er th' course o' th' last week? Heh heh... As ye can probably imagine, I was none too happy at first wit' the manner in which I was eliminated, thanks t' this a-cursed rope.
He holds the ring rope aloft in a manner akin to how Jake "The Snake" Roberts would handle his bigger snakes, the fans taking the opportunity to boo the rope for stealing their new hero of his thunder.
Morgan: Now, now, th' poor thing be not entirely t' blame. After all, it had been through strenuous pressure throughout the night, not jus' th' Rumble. It was bound t' snap eventually... am I annoyed it chose t' snap under me? Aye, a fair bit, but ye know what? A wise man pointed out that although it was th' cause o' me elimination - accomplishin' somethin' no man or woman in th' EWC roster could manage in th' ninety minutes I was in that match, mind ye, despite their best efforts - it doesn't diminish all that I achieved in the Rumble. I outlasted e'eryone but King an' Crank - an' I think we all know I would've eliminated them too, had th' ropes held.
He adds this aside with a good-natured wink to cheers and laughter.
Morgan: AJ Johnson, Neo James Carner, Cheyenne, last year's winner Otaki, champions like Stitches an' our own Rebel Rhodes - yer Captain outlasted 'em all. I e'en had a hand in eliminatin' one or two, whilst fendin' off likewise attempts from th' enemies I've already made here... AJ sent himself flyin', Neo got tossed by Cheyenne, an' I me'self took care o' her, an' not once did they come close to followin' through wit' their threats to make short work o' me. I was still standin'! An' all this jus' a month into me career wit' EWC... can ye imagine what th' future holds fer Captain Morgan, an' his Motley Crew?
He sweeps his gaze expectantly around the arena as fans cheer.
Morgan: Case in point, tonight I face Neo James Carner in a thirty-minute Iron Man Match fer the opportunity t' face the new TV Champion, Newmann, next week on Brawl. An' I damn well intend t' make it to that match, ladies an' gentlemen, e'en if it means demolishin' Carner tonight in front o' the entire EWC Universe! I'm confident o' me win tonight for one very simple reason: mentality. Neo James Carner doesn't take me seriously at all, despite th' o'erwhelmin' evidence that Captain Morgan should be taken very seriously indeed. He doesn't take me seriously, an' he won't take th' match against me seriously, whereas I be wholly focused on it, always thinkin' sev'ral steps ahead, plannin' fer th' next couple falls 'stead o' just th' first pinfall. He's so arrogant an' self-assured o' his superiority that he doesn't bother to back-up his words wit' actions... least, not any actions he can execute alone.
His voice drifts off as a chant of "ReVs Suck!" starts up, and he lets it run its course before continuing.
Morgan: Aye, he's relyin' on his jackals, the damn ReVenants, t' help him gain th' upper-hand an' achieve his goals 'cause he's too weak an' cowardly t' do th' honourable thing an' fight fer what he wants wit' his own two hands. Ye can bet dubloons t' crabmeat he's gonna have his ReV cronies get involved in our match later tonight, 'cause he knows he can't go th' distance wit' me one-on-one an' he knows it. He needs them to tip th' scales, t' try an' soften me up an' sneak the win. Well, I say... why wait?!
He wheels around in the ring, directing his cold gaze up the ramp to the stage.
Morgan: I told ye I'd be right here, waitin' for ye, Carner! So come one, come all! Bring ye damn ReVenants, bring ye best shot - hells, bring ye balls if ye can find 'em without a spyglass - bring whate'er ye got, I'm waitin'!
He stands defiantly in the middle of the ring, his free hand beckoning them - any of them - to dare answer the challenge. Several long moments pass, and the fans start to boo as he cracks a wry smile.
Morgan: Jus' as I 'spected... no way ye'd have th' stones t' face me when me back isn't turned, when I'm actively expectin' ye. Typical cowardly lot... is that really the kinda man ye want to see as ye next EWC TV Champion?
The boos intensify, as does the Captain's grin.
Morgan: That's what I thought. An' tonight, I'm gonna make sure Carner doesn't get th' chance - then Newmann, I'm comin' fer that gold!
He climbs out the ring, leaving the microphone in one corner, and starts making his way back up the ramp.
Bennett: Strong words from Captain Darkwater - that Main Event is sure to be one for the history books, folks. But we still have plenty of action lined up! John Blade takes on the ReVenants own Rob Garcia when we return - stay tuned!
Bennett: That means we are off to a good fucking start doesn't it? ..... fucker!
Carter holds up six and then seven fingers to the camera
Aiello: It's the first Brawl show after Rumble in the Bronx and wow .. what an eventful show that was
Carter: Price was his same old dickish self, while two new champions were crowned and Ace King won himself the Rumble
Aiello: The show wasn't without it's low moment though when we were startled to hear the news that our EWC Champion Ashton Drake was no longer employed with the company. Drake, wherever you are .. we know you are watching .. we want you to know you are missed and loved by everyone in the EWC. From the lockerroom, to the staff and down to these fans .. there will never be another Drake .. and we respect the hell out of you
DRAKE
DRAKE
DRAKE
DRAKE
Bennett: So while we wont be getting a fucking Drake/King show down for the EWC Undisputed Championship .. we will be getting a Crank/King match to determine our next Champion and ultimately the new face of the EWC .. either option scares the shit out of me
Carter: King and Crank would both make excellent faces of the company
Bennett: Keep drinking the kool-aid Carter .. it will do more then just turn your piss blue you fucking sheep
Carter: Wouldn't it be lamb?
Bennett: Still talking are we?
Aiello: Moving on .. we have a monster show for all to see tonight .. we have some debuts and a killer main event with all kinds of ..
The lights in the arena suddenly dim as the song "The Sunk'n Norwegian" by Alestorm kicks in, sending thunderous waves of excited cheers racing throughout the EWC fans in attendance as none other than Brawl's own pirate, Captain Morgan Darkwater, appears on-stage. He's dressed in his usual garb, long crimson coat falling over loose-fitting leather pants and large black boots, a tri-cornered hat nested atop his head of unruly brown hair. A new addition to this ensemble can be seen coiled around his shoulders as he makes his way confidently down to the ring to the fans' chants and rhythmic foot-stomps.
CAP-TAIN MORGAN!!
CAP-TAIN MORGAN!!
CAP-TAIN MORGAN!!
Aiello: Speaking of our exciting Main Event, Captain Morgan Darkwater is making his way to the ring! The relative newcomer to the EWC put in an incredible performance at the Rumble, almost achieving the victory until an unfortunate rope snapping cut his dream short.
Carter: And it looks like he's brought that same length of broken ring-ropes with him tonight! Those things are made of iron cables and weigh a ton, folks, but Morgan's wearing it like one of Mr T's chains!
Bennett: Dated reference aside, I wonder what Darkwater has come out here for...?
The Captain is in the ring at this point, and has received a microphone and is waiting for the thankful chants to die down, a wry smile on his lips as he gestures for silence.
Morgan: Thank ye, thank ye, ye all be too kind... ye know, I just have t' say: when Price twisted me arm into advertisin' th' new line o' official EWC merchandise wit' this ugly mug's name all o'er it, I was sceptical t' say th' least. But tonight, comin' out here just now an' seein' the support o' th' fans, th' sea o' Captain Morgan shirts an' foam cutlasses thrust skywards? Gotta admit, I'm warmin' t' th' idea.
He pauses again as his words are met with further cheers, hundreds of prop swords swinging wildly throughout the arena by kids and adults alike.
Carter: That's right, folks, someone in Merchandising greenlit the idea of putting swords in the hands of children. Only in the EWC, huh?
Morgan: But anyways, I digress... t' th' reason I came out here. I'm sure by now e'eryone's watched Rumble In Th' Bronx?
More cheers meet this rhetorical questions, along with chants for Ace King, Eddie Crank, Rebel Rhodes, Newmann and, of course, the Captain himself. He nods with a knowing smile.
Morgan: Aye, I thought as much, otherwise why would Morgan's Motley Crew have grown so wildly o'er th' course o' th' last week? Heh heh... As ye can probably imagine, I was none too happy at first wit' the manner in which I was eliminated, thanks t' this a-cursed rope.
He holds the ring rope aloft in a manner akin to how Jake "The Snake" Roberts would handle his bigger snakes, the fans taking the opportunity to boo the rope for stealing their new hero of his thunder.
Morgan: Now, now, th' poor thing be not entirely t' blame. After all, it had been through strenuous pressure throughout the night, not jus' th' Rumble. It was bound t' snap eventually... am I annoyed it chose t' snap under me? Aye, a fair bit, but ye know what? A wise man pointed out that although it was th' cause o' me elimination - accomplishin' somethin' no man or woman in th' EWC roster could manage in th' ninety minutes I was in that match, mind ye, despite their best efforts - it doesn't diminish all that I achieved in the Rumble. I outlasted e'eryone but King an' Crank - an' I think we all know I would've eliminated them too, had th' ropes held.
He adds this aside with a good-natured wink to cheers and laughter.
Morgan: AJ Johnson, Neo James Carner, Cheyenne, last year's winner Otaki, champions like Stitches an' our own Rebel Rhodes - yer Captain outlasted 'em all. I e'en had a hand in eliminatin' one or two, whilst fendin' off likewise attempts from th' enemies I've already made here... AJ sent himself flyin', Neo got tossed by Cheyenne, an' I me'self took care o' her, an' not once did they come close to followin' through wit' their threats to make short work o' me. I was still standin'! An' all this jus' a month into me career wit' EWC... can ye imagine what th' future holds fer Captain Morgan, an' his Motley Crew?
He sweeps his gaze expectantly around the arena as fans cheer.
Morgan: Case in point, tonight I face Neo James Carner in a thirty-minute Iron Man Match fer the opportunity t' face the new TV Champion, Newmann, next week on Brawl. An' I damn well intend t' make it to that match, ladies an' gentlemen, e'en if it means demolishin' Carner tonight in front o' the entire EWC Universe! I'm confident o' me win tonight for one very simple reason: mentality. Neo James Carner doesn't take me seriously at all, despite th' o'erwhelmin' evidence that Captain Morgan should be taken very seriously indeed. He doesn't take me seriously, an' he won't take th' match against me seriously, whereas I be wholly focused on it, always thinkin' sev'ral steps ahead, plannin' fer th' next couple falls 'stead o' just th' first pinfall. He's so arrogant an' self-assured o' his superiority that he doesn't bother to back-up his words wit' actions... least, not any actions he can execute alone.
His voice drifts off as a chant of "ReVs Suck!" starts up, and he lets it run its course before continuing.
Morgan: Aye, he's relyin' on his jackals, the damn ReVenants, t' help him gain th' upper-hand an' achieve his goals 'cause he's too weak an' cowardly t' do th' honourable thing an' fight fer what he wants wit' his own two hands. Ye can bet dubloons t' crabmeat he's gonna have his ReV cronies get involved in our match later tonight, 'cause he knows he can't go th' distance wit' me one-on-one an' he knows it. He needs them to tip th' scales, t' try an' soften me up an' sneak the win. Well, I say... why wait?!
He wheels around in the ring, directing his cold gaze up the ramp to the stage.
Morgan: I told ye I'd be right here, waitin' for ye, Carner! So come one, come all! Bring ye damn ReVenants, bring ye best shot - hells, bring ye balls if ye can find 'em without a spyglass - bring whate'er ye got, I'm waitin'!
He stands defiantly in the middle of the ring, his free hand beckoning them - any of them - to dare answer the challenge. Several long moments pass, and the fans start to boo as he cracks a wry smile.
Morgan: Jus' as I 'spected... no way ye'd have th' stones t' face me when me back isn't turned, when I'm actively expectin' ye. Typical cowardly lot... is that really the kinda man ye want to see as ye next EWC TV Champion?
The boos intensify, as does the Captain's grin.
Morgan: That's what I thought. An' tonight, I'm gonna make sure Carner doesn't get th' chance - then Newmann, I'm comin' fer that gold!
He climbs out the ring, leaving the microphone in one corner, and starts making his way back up the ramp.
Bennett: Strong words from Captain Darkwater - that Main Event is sure to be one for the history books, folks. But we still have plenty of action lined up! John Blade takes on the ReVenants own Rob Garcia when we return - stay tuned!
Carter: We will be right back after these short messages.
Bennett: Did I not just fucking say that? You son of a bitch .. always needing to have the last fucking word ..
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Aiello: Folks, we’re back and even though Rumble in the Bronx was barely a week ago, the impact of the event can still be felt even today as we saw just before the break
Bennett: That’s exactly right. The night was dark and full of controversy, especially surrounding the reigning X-Division Champion - Eddie Crank. As we all saw, NJC cost Eddie the match he fought so hard for with an illegal chair shot, followed by two men trying to pry Crank away from the ropes as he was holding on to dear life.
Carter: Now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. There was no guarantee that Eddie would’ve won that match had NJC not interfered. Was Eddie a favorite? Yes. Did Eddie fight a good battle? Absolutely. But he still had to go through Ace King so let’s not take that away from Ace.
Bennett: Regardless, the X-Division Champion must have a lot on his mind right now. He’s scheduled to face Ace King for the now vacant Undisputed Championship at WrestleFest, but before that happens, I am told that Eddie has requested some time to address the situation.
One thing that’s for sure is that Crank has been through a ton the last few months, and he’s come up short more often than he’d like. Still, he’s coming up short in monster contests, often pitting the odds against himself, seemingly on purpose. No one can deny that the wild Irishman has a lot of fight in him, and from what we’re hearing around us he’s picking up quite a following. We’re about to see where Eddie’s head’s at.
The camera switches from the commentator’s table to the big screen as Eddie’s theme hits.
As Eddie’s theme echoes through the arena, the fans get up on their feet and prepare their cameras for Eddie’s entrance. It seems to be taking a bit longer than usual, the music goes on and on, and just when you think this is some kind of weird prank, out comes Crank with his X-Division Championship glimmering in the light.
Eddie begins to slowly make his way down the ramp and then enter the ring as he collects a mic, to the chants of the fans.
YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED! YOU GOT SCREWED!
Eddie: Alright, alright, settle down, no need to get emotional about this.
Ever since Rumble in the Bronx people have been walking up to me, telling me how unfair it all was. It’s hard to disagree, ye? They keep sending me their condolences, feeling sorry for me, feeling like I got the short end of the stick. I can understand those feelings, and I can definitely see how unfair it all was.
Others have brought up how stupid I was for putting meself in that situation in the first place. I’ve heard the whispers. Why did he have to defend the X-Division title and fight for the Undisputed Championship on the same night? Why did he have to enter first in Rumble in the Bronx? Why did he go from fighting 4 times a year in the UFC, to fighting almost every week in the EWC? Look at him, his body is breaking down, his mind is breaking down, he’s crumbling under the immense pressure he’s putting on himself.
And you know what? They’re right. Every single one of them.
I didn’t have to fight four top men in the same night. I didn’t have to ask to be first in the Rumble. I don’t have to fight as actively as I do. There’s a lot of things I don’t have to do. I am stupid. I am self-destructive. Why do I do it?
.. because no one else will.
When everyone else on the roster is cowering in the back, trying to minimize danger, I’m out here trying to maximize it. I’m out here ready to put me balls on the line. To have a career that is extraordinary, and to give everyone a personal version of hell every time they step in the ring with me.
The sad thing is, one of US has to be “that guy”. One of us has to lead the charge. To bring everyone up with him. That is what combat sports is all about. That’s what the X-Division is all about. That’s what the whole fookin’ company is all about. Read the fookin’ name!
Let’s say it like it is. This company has stayed together the last few years because of three people. Drake, Jaden and Mac. Men who take great risks for the benefit of the EWC. Men who sacrifice more than they fookin’ should, for the benefit of the EWC. For you, the fans.
But here’s a reality check. Xplode is gone. Drake is gone. Two extraordinary wrestlers have vanished. Is their place going to be taken by an ordinary fool? Are we really going to enter the era of the lazy fooks? Are we really going to sit here and pretend like Ace fookin’ King is the man to take the company to new heights? The fookin’ doormat to Rampage?
While everyone else is pretending to be a hero, pretending to be a machine, pretending to be a hard worker, I’m the only one ACTUALLY doing it.
So when people ask me - will you take it easy now? Will you throttle it down? Take a knee. Rest up. Take a breather. Pace yourself. Stand down, Eddie. Stand down. Do you know what I say?
SUCK ME FOOKIN’ IRISH PICKLE!
YEEEAAAH!!!
Eddie: Break the rules, hit me with chair shots, gang up on me, do whatever the fook you need to do to survive. Trust me, you’ll need that weak shit. I said this a month ago and I’m saying it again - I’ll … keep … coming. That’s the mentality that scares the shit out of everyone in the back, and the mentality that will ensure that I walk away from WrestleFest with one belt on one shoulder, the other belt on the other shoulder and Ace King’s nutstack flopping around in the ring behind me.
Ace, you better sleep with one eye open from now until WrestleFest, you tubby little bitch. We’re done, when I say we’re fookin’ done.
Just like that Eddie tossed the mic away and went to step out of the ropes as a video package, clearly a message to the whole roster and especially Ace King, started playing.
SINGLES MATCH
JOHN BLADE
VS ROB GARCIA
Carter: Though we saw him play a role in the Rumble .. this is his first match in the EWC
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A STANDARD SINGLES MATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST!!!
Invincible hit's when the curtains open he walks out onto the stage and looks at his fans in salutes to them and runs straight down towards the ring and holds up his six fingers and the air and runs back in fourth to the ropes and toss his hat to the crowd and throws up his pose again in waits for his Opponent to arrive, wearing his trademark baseball cap and matching t shirt. With a salute to the crowd, he began running to the ring, where he slid in and quickly got to his feet and tossed his hat into the crowd. After a bit more posing, he removed his t shirt and also tossed it into the crowd to fight his Opponent.
Stroup: FROM WORCESTER, MASS, STANDING AT SIX FOOT-ONE AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY ONE POUNDS. JOOOOOHHHHNNNN BBBBLLLLAAAAADDDDEEEE!!!
Aiello: John Blade looking to once again, test the mettle of a new acquisition here in EWC's Monday Night Brawl!
Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT!!!!
The arena goes dark except for the fans cell phones... 🎵I wear a mean dark pair of shades.... 🎵 plays threw out the arena and the crowd erupt in "boo's!" The music hits and the lights come on! Rob Garcia is standing at the top of the stage with his back to the audience, legs spread apart and his arms pointing out to his sides, fists clenched. His hair is in a supposed to be in a man bun, but his hair is to short, so it looks like a pit bulls tail when its been snippet. Rob spins around to face the audience and he has over sized gucci glasses on and a goofy grin on his face. He starts to walk down toward the ring, stopping and pointing to a fan and mock them and talk some smack. When fans try to high five him, Rob pulls back his hands sycing them out or completely dodging their hands. He continues down the aisle way, smiling walking with proudly, slightly bobbing his head side to side. He gets to the ring, jogs up the steps, looks around and yells "Ya! Bay-baaaaay!" Walks along the ring apron, enters the ring between the middle rope walks around in a circle with his index fingers pointing at himself, then looks towards the hard camera takes off his shades points at the camera and does the HBK pose as fire works goes off.
Stroup: FROM BEVERLY HILLS, CALI, STANDING AT SIX FEET AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY ONE POUNDS, RRRRRRRROB GGGGAAAARRRCCCCIIIAAA!!!
Aiello: Robert Garcia is a well traveled individual and to find a territory or corner of the world he hasn't wrestled in would be easier than to list where he has been out. He's acquired quite a bit of money in his career and has won three major champions across the various promotions he's worked in.
Carter: But can he beat John Blade? It's no secret that Blade isn't the best talent EWC has, but the talent bar is so high in EWC That even the worst we have to offer could clean house in nearly any major wrestling promotion out there.
Bennett: Wow, color me impressed, Carter. You said that line of bullshit with a straight face.
Carter: ....I was told to be nice to John. Ok?
Bennett: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA....
DING DING DING
Immediately Blade locks up with Garcia and overpowers his far less muscular foe, driving him right into the ropes. He then sends Garcia for an Irish whip. A few steps forward, he ducks down and immediately takes a kick to the face. Garcia then starts lighting Blade up with chops and slaps, Blade fires back with a hard right, which Garcia ducks behind him and nails him in the back with a dropkick, sending Blade stumbling forward.
Bennett: Wow that kid is quick!
Aiello: Rob Garcia losing the test of strength but gaining in the contest of speed as he out maneuvers Blade at every turn!
Garcia backs into the nearby ropes, hops onto the second rope, and flies off, catching a turning John Blade with a spinning Hurricanrana to the canvas! Upon impact, Garcia does a little dancing jig, only to sidestep the oncoming freight train of a fast recovering, low thinking John Blade while shouting, "OLE!"
Aiello: Nice hurricanrana and HERE COMES BLADE NO! Side stepped like a matador!
Bennett: Ole' Seniore prick!
John swings again and Garcia proves too quick and agile, ducking and dodging his larger and slower opponent. In a surprise move, Garcia leaps onto John's shoulders and bends back, but John catches the legs and hefts him up, then proceeds to brutally powerbomb Garcia to the canvas once.... twice... THREE TIMES!!!! On the third impact, he flips forward and hooks both of Garcia's legs for a steep Jacknife Pin!
Aiello: Garcia gambles one too many times and TRIPLE THREAT WITH A JACKNIFE PIN!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHR-KICKOUT!!
Carter: That's a no go! Garcia is still able to go here!
Garcia manages to force a shoulder up and John immediately gets up with an angry look on his face. Garcia promptly rolls out of the ring and rushes away, John turning and looking. His anger turns to confusion as he wonders where Garcia went. He looks around, scratching his head, only to find him as he leaps onto the top rope and takes flight with a Swanton bomb on his standing opponent and driving John straight to the canvas. On impact, Garcia gets to his feet, rushes to the nearest rope, rebounds, and drops a leg drop across Blade's throat, then rolling across him for a quick pin!
Aiello: Swanton Bomb on John Blade with a Leg drop and PINFALL ON BLADE!
ONE!
TWO!!!!
TTTHHHRRR-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: You gotta' hit the granite skull harder, Robbie G!
Blade throws a shoulder up, Garcia sitting up with a bit of a frustrated look on his face. He then gets up, gathering John with him, only to take a hard gut punch, followed by another and another, John Blade unloading his fury on Rob Garcia's torso. He then takes his arm pulls him for an Irish whip, only to pull him back and onto his shoulders, signaling for THE RAZOR BLADE!!!
Carter: THIS COULD BE THE END!!!
John stomps around the center of the ring, as if looking for a suitable place to deliver Garcia to the canvas and as he goes for the throw, twists and wildly turns, instead, catching John Blade with a wild victory rollup pin reversal!
Aiello: RAZOR BLA-NO! REVERSAL TO A VICTORY ROLLUP PIN!!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHRRREEEEE!!!!!
DING DING DING!
Garcia's music plays over the PA as he forces himself apart from a shocked and dismayed John Blade! Garcia rolls out of the ring and backs his way up the ramp, pumping his fist in the air while laughing at the defeated John Blade.
Bennett: Well Garcia gets the door prize, but what'll he do against someone who ain't fuckin' John Blade?
Carter: Now now, getting past John Blade is not always a given....
Bennett: That's it, I know when you're lying, you got that goddamn poker face on!
Carter: I'm being serious.
Bennett: Quit making me want to laugh, boy!
Aiello: It looks like we have something going on backstage .. lets check it out
BACKSTAGE
Captain Morgan Darkwater is walking down the hallway of the Arena when he is approached by Ace heart. Ace heart asking for a quick minute to which the captain honors his request the camera man sets up. before the camera starts rolling Newman shows up with the ewc television title draped around his shoulder behind him come Konnor Klay and AJ Johnson pushing Ace heart out of the picture as the camera begins rolling ...
Newmann: So Cap.. I head you want this.
Newmann the EWC Television Title a few inches from Captain Darkwater's face, before snatching it back with a laugh. As Captain Morgan Darkwater is about to respond, Konnor Klay and AJ Johnson simultaneously attack Captain Mogran from behind as Newmann waits for the chance to strike him with the belt. The Captain manages to drive his elbow back into the nose of Klay. Then barely turns in time to block a hard right from AJ Johnson. Klay grabs the legs of The Captain and pulls him down hard onto The concrete. AJ and Klay grab the arms of Csptain Darkwater and lift him up to his knees. As Newmann is about to say something...
::Crack!Crack!:
Nostalgia appears with Kendo stick in hand, which he picked up randomly from the hallway as he heard the commotion around the corner.
Nostalgia- AJ, starting without me. That's not fair. So which one you bad boys wants it first?
Johnson and Klay drop Captain, who catches himself, signifying his wits are back about him. AJ and Klay both charge but Nostalgia has the same idea as he charges and leaps and takes them down with a Flying Double clothesline. Nostalgia sees his kendo stick, he dropped right before the Flying Clothesline, walks over and grabs it.
While this was going on Newmann connects with a Step Up Enzigui, knocking Captain Darkwater crashing into the wall. Newmann goes to grab the head of Darkwater but is met with a few hard rights. Darkwater storms up, and sets Newmann up for Hangman’s Noose, but Newmann hits a few elbows to the side of Darkwater’s head. Newmann retreats to his side as he sees Konnor and AJ up and livid.
Nostalgia takes out lighter fluid and doses the Kendo stick before revealing his zippo and sets the Kenod Stick abalze. Nostalgia takes a few steps so he is closer to Captain Darkwater. He extends his arm to help Captain Darkwater to his feet, Captain Darkwater is reluctant but accepts the handshake and help. They stand shoulder to shoulder staring down the opposing trio.
Nostalgia-3 on 3 now boys. Round 2? I know the Captain is ready.
The 5 men continue down as EWC officials, security, and refs flood the scene to prevent the potential brawl as the camera cuts away.
SINGLES MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS AJ JOHNSON
NOSTALGIA
VS AJ JOHNSON
Aiello: Well that was certainly interesting .. here we go folks, another exciting match up lined up
Jessica Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A STANDARD SINGLES MATCH AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! INTRODUCING FIRST....
‘Game of Thrones’ – Ramin Djawadi echoes throughout the arena for a few seconds before Nostalgia walks onto the ramp from backstage with arms above his head forming an X. As he gets to the center of the stage, he brings his arms down and taps on his chest twice, then throws his arms out before taking a knee. Pyrotechnics explode around him, after a few seconds Nostalgia explodes through the pyrotechnics and raises throws his right fist in the air with pride, giving the fans the chance to notice his black T-shirt displaying Nostalgia sitting on the Iron Throne featured on the hit show Game of Thrones, with a Great Horned Owl on his arm. He jogs down the ramp, hops on the apron, then over the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring walks around peering into the crowd before taking his corner.
Jessica Stroup: STANDING AT SIX FEET AND SEVEN INCHES TALL AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY SEVEN POUNDS.... FROM PINE BARREN, NEW JERSEY... NNNNNNOOOOOOOOSSSSTTTTAAAAAALLLLLGGGGIIIIAAAA!!!!
Bennett: You saw this big man before the match. He looked ready and willing to cleave some motherfuckin' heads off.
As the lights go out in the Arena, lyrics hit the PA system and red and black lights begins flashing. AJ then walks from the curtain and turns his back to the crowd and shakes his hips.
After flipping his hair, he turns around and begins dry humping towards the crowd and mocking the fans in attendance. He plays on the stage for a moment and then starts walking down the ramp towards the ring.
Once in the ring, AJ continues mocking the crowd as the boos are beginning to overtake the Arena. Before the ring announcer can begin talking AJ snatches the microphone and gestures for the announcer to walk away as he begins to tap the top of the microphone.
AJ Johnson: "Ladies and Gentlemen....Now making his appearance in this ring, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 225 pounds....The best damn professional wrestler on this roster....AJ JOHNSON!!!!"
AJ then drops the mic and leans on the ropes in the corner of the ring as he begins smirking towards the crowd.
Aiello: Cocky and overconfident as always, AJ Johnson once again is not even allowing Jessica Stroup to do her job.
Bennett: Jess will have to get over it. The man wants to do extra work for no extra pay, that's his call.
DING DING DING
The Referee rings the bell and immediately, Nostalgia clears most of the ring so quickly that AJ Johnson is forced to flee through the ropes. AJ slips through the ropes with the big man reaching over the top, hands held up as he shouts, "WOAH WOAH WOAH! I WASN'T READ!" Nostalgia glares at him, backing up and motioning for AJ to get into the ring.
Carter: Nostalgia is not a happy man in the slightest.
Bennett: If you went through what he just went through at Rumble in tha' Bronx, you think you'd be a happy sumbitch?
The referee steps between them and AJ very slowly and cautiously slips through the ropes. He stops halfway through as Nostalgia starts to come at him. He shouts to the ref, "KEEP HIM BACK! LET ME GET IN THE RING FIRST!" Once Nostalgia is forced to step back, AJ slowly ducks his way through the ropes and as soon as he's through, Nostalgia rushes in and immediately gets a thumb jab in the eye. He staggers back, clutching at his face as AJ runs to the opposite ropes, snaps back and leaps at him with a flying forearm. Nostalgia is rocked back a step and turns as AJ rebounds yet again, only this time Nostalgia fires off a surprise big boot, catching a leeping AJ in the chest. The man drops to the canvas, but quickly gets up on his knees while clutching his chest. Nostalgia backs into the ropes, rushes at AJ, clipping him in the face with a running kick!
Aiello: Nostalgia taking charge early on despite being partially blinded in one eye.
Bennett: A big man like that is gonna' take more than a thumb in the eye to stop.
AJ rolls over and starts to crawl for the ropes, looking for an escape. Nostalgia has him by the ankle, pulls him into a wheel barrel hold, lifts him up high in the air, AJ flailing his arms about just before he's brutally slammed to the canvas with an elevated facebuster!
Carter: Nostalgia got a TON of height out of that one!
Aiello: So far he's kept AJ Johnson shut down despite still clearly having problems with that left eye.
Bennett: Not to get off topic, but I watched one of AJ's movies last night. Night Terror on MLK Boulevard. Terrific flick where he played this burned face guy with this glove that had little axe fingers on it.
Carter: It's a blatant rip off of Nightmare on Elm Street.
Bennett: The hell you talking about son? I never saw any Nightmare on any street!
During all of this exposition, Nostalgia had his foot between AJ's shoulder blades and was pulling back as hard as he could on both of his smaller opponent's arms. AJ cries out in pain, whipping his head and flailing his bleach blond hair about wildly! As the referee asks him over and over if he wants to give up, AJ shouts at him, "NO NO NO NO NO!"
Aiello: And now Nostalgia has AJ Johnson locked up in a surfboard, but give it up for Johnson, he's digging deep and not wanting to give it up!
Then Nostalgia releases the arms and brutally stomps AJ's face into the canvas, his expression seemingly a permanent, angry scowl as he scrapes his heel off on the back of AJ's head before walking away from him.
Aiello: Nostalgia was pushed to his absolute breaking point at Rumble in the Bronx and if this is him just a week later, I would hate to have seen what he was like the day after.
Bennett: Oh he was probably one pissed off sumbitch read to tear heads open like I do phone books to impress tha' ladies.
Carter: You impress ladies?
Bennett: I know your girlfriend loves what I have to offer.
Aiello: Boys....
Nostalgia gathers AJ up and HURLS him through the ropes, AJ landing with a hard slide on the arena floor and skidding into the guard rail. Nostalgia pushes down the top rope, throwing one leg over the top, followed by the other, then hopping down off the apron.
Carter: Holy crap, he just ragdolled AJ Johnson like a sack of potatoes!
Bennett: It was only a matter of time before this spilled outside.
As AJ fights to get up, Nostalgia brutally slams an overhead blow to his back. AJ arches his back and staggers forward with a cry of pain. As Nos moves in and grabs him by that bleach blond hair, AJ quickly thrusts his foot backwards with a back kick to Nostalgia's groin that goes unseen by the referee! The big man staggers back with a croaking cough, doubled over and clutching at his nethers. AJ promptly follows up with a mid superkick that catches Nostalgia in the forehead and rocks him into the guard rail. AJ stumbles forward and falls to his knees, then gets to a swaying, almost drunken stand as he puts as much distance between himself and Nostalgia!
Aiello: Nostalgia won't stay down for long, but AJ Johnson is looking for any way he can to get out of this fight with the angry big man!
Nostalgia grits his teeth as he gets up and slides under the ropes. As AJ stumbles about to the opposite side of the ring, Nostalgia gets a running start and leaps over the top rope. AJ looks up and his eyes go wide as he sees Nostalgia coming at him. Quickly he side steps and even shoves Nostalgia in mid air into the guard rail! Nostalgia's jaw clips the metal and his head snaps back on impact. He rolls onto his back, clutching his jaw and kicking his legs!
Bennett: OOooooohuhuhuhooooo! That looked painful!
Carter: Nostalgia caught up in the moment may have gambled at the wrong time and lost out big!
And like a vulture, AJ moves in, brutally kicking and stomping at Nostalgia while he's down! He then gathers the stunned big man up, gets a running start, and rams him skull first into the ring steps with enough force to dislodge them from their perch. AJ then props Nostalgia's head against the dislodged steps, steps back and rams his boot into the big man's face!
Aiello: AJ Johnson taking full advantage of Nostalgia's misfortune and is just brutally putting the boots to the man!
AJ then rolls into the ring and back in to break up the ten count. Seeing Nostalgia fighting his way up onto all fours, he backs up, runs forward, and plants both feet into the big man's ribs with a low orbit drop kick! AJ Leaps to his feet, roaring to the crowd, "I'M NOT LOSIN' TO THIS BIG LOSER!!!!" He then turns and, seeing Nos fighting back to his feet, rushes in with a violent punt kick to his ribs!
Aiello: and oh my what a brutal kick to the ribs!
Carter: AJ Johnson showing that he's at his most dangerous when you slip up and give him even the tiniest of openings to exploit.
AJ gathers Nostalgia up and with another running start, rams him full on into the guard rail, bruising more than a few shins of front row fans! AJ grabs the guard rail and proceeds to viciously stomp on Nostalgia's ribs once more, battering them with his boot heel with the intention to crack and break as many as he can.
Bennett: Show this guy the Night Terror on MLK Boulevard! Get him Eddie Myers!!!
Carter: God that movie sucked....
Aiello: I thought it was funny and AJ now tossing Nostalgia back into the ring!
After tossing Nos back into the ring, AJ slides in after him. The Big man fights to his feet, only to suffer an onslaught of kicks to the shins and legs, followed by a dropkick to the chest that sends him staggering back into the ropes. As he rebounds he throws himself at AJ, arm outstretched to catch the B-List Badass just as he's getting up. Both men hit the canvas, AJ taking the hit so hard that he was flipped of his feet and onto his stomach!
Carter: Woah! Johnson nearly turned inside out by that hard Lariat!
Bennett: Love me a good Lariat! Really fucks up a sumbitch good!
Grabbing AJ by his hair, Nostalgia gets to his feet, growling and furious with rage. AJ winces, still feeling the effects of that powerful lariat. Nostalgia powerlifts AJ up and over his head and then brings him crashing to the mat with....
Aiello: THE CATCHPHRASE!!! Nostalgia holds the leg for the pinfall!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
TTTTHHHRRRREEEEEE!!!
DING DING DING!
Jessica Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL.... NNNNNOOOOOSSSSSTTTAAAAALLLLLGGGGIIIAAAA!!!!
Nostalgia promptly shoved his unconscious opponent aside and rolled out of the ring, his music playing loud and proud. Yet he took no pride in this victory. He had bigger fish to fry!
Carter: Nostalgia winning in decisive fashion here against AJ Johnson!
Bennett: I said it once, I'll say it again, Nostalgia is class and now he just shown a member of this new KOBK club why you don't get in his goddamn way!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AMERICAN VANDAL: NOW ON NETFLIX
OCTOBER 27, 2017
RING SIDE
#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME....
#...DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOVE... A BAD NAME!#FUCK YYYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Atreyu's cover of Bon Jovi's classic, "You Give Love a Bad Name" assaults the P/A system. Through the curtains steps a fit, pale skinned, raven haired and heavily tattooed woman. Her dark brown eyes wander over the crowd as she stands upon the stage, taking it all in for a moment. On her face we find dark crimson painted on her full lips and red highlighted black eye shadow over her eyes. Her modest chest is contained by a fringed red and blue leather vest, her ass covered by black and silver tights. She sports standard black pads on her elbows and knees, with knee high laced wrestling boots to match. On her wrists are red, white, and blue bands. Upon her hips rests a thick black leather belt with a large and square silver buckle that reads in an ornate font, "REBEL." Upon her right shoulder rests a gleaming International championship belt. In her left hand is that bright red baseball bat. Just behind her came a short woman with firey red hair wearing a black and green hooded vest, "GINGER NINJA" with Japanese Kanji below it saying the same thing. The rest of her attire consists of a green flannel shirt, black cargo pants and combat boots, and a pair of fingerless road gloves.
Jessica Stroup: ON HER WAY TO THE RING ACCOMPANIED BY "THE GINGER NINJA" MOLLY O'HATHERINE....
She makes her way to the ring with a confident stride, slapping fives with a few outstretched hands as she does so. It doesn't take her long to reach ringside. She climbs the steps, wipes her feet on the apron, and slips through the ropes. She hoists the belt high over her head to the crowd, nodding her head with a rather big smile on her face. The Ginger Ninja slides into the ring and points at Rhodes with a nod and then gives the title on her right shoulder a few light slaps.
Jessica Stroup: FROM CORTEZ, COLORADO...
THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!!
RRRRRREEEEBBBBBEEEEEELLLLL RRRRRRHHHHHHOOOOODDDDDDEEEESSSSS!!!!
The crowd pops and Melinda circles the ring, baseball bat twirling in hand.
Aiello: Nobody knew if Melinda Rhodes was going to make it to the show tonight.
Carter: From all accounts, I thought she tore her shoulder outta' the socket!
Bennett: Well I'm not surprised. Hell only thing that surprised me is she didn't just rip her arm off and beat sumbitches with it in the ring this past Monday. She ran into that thing like a savage and it took an act of congress to get her ass out of the ring!
The Rebel asks for a microphone and receives it. From there, she moves front and center to the ring and looks to the crowd with a big grin.
Rebel: SUP SALT LAKE CCCCIIITTTTAAAAYYYYY???!!!
*CHEAP POP!*
Rebel: Last Monday, I did something pretty awesome. Despite all the doubts I had in my heart and the strength of the man against me, I took from Andrew Jackson the EWC International Championship, then I went into the Rumble in the Bronx and faced down more wrestler than I have ever faced at once and managed to stay strong despite busting the fuck out of my shoulder.
She lightly taps her visibly taped up shoulder.
Rebel: The only reason.... the ONLY.... reason... I was taken out all was because I got ganged up on by two motherfuckers who had no business even being at ringside. Neo James Carners Revenants....
*HEEL JEER*
Melinda smirks a bit.
Rebel: I know, right? ….So his Revenants pulled me out of the ring, beat the shit out of me while I was confused and couldn't even get my hands up, and then I get thrown right back into the fight. I don't know who assisted after that, all I know is that Neo capitalized and took my tattooed ass out, even wiped his shoes on my tits before going back into the ring to add fucking insult to injury.
Her lip curls downward, her face twisting into an angry scowl.
Rebel: I was going to stay my ass at home, but I'm out here... I got my ball bat and Molly's been itching to chew someone's face off.
Molly is barely picked up on the microphone to Mel's left as she yells to the crowd, “I'M BLOODAE' READAE' TA' TAKE THA' PESS OUTTA' THESE FAWKERS!!!!”
Rebel: You got something to say, Ms. O'Hatherine?
She presents the microphone to Molly who then grabs it from Melinda and goes off....
Molly: OOOOOOOOH YE' BETTER BELIEVE IT!!! I was sittin' back there, watchin' all this goin' down and I knew... I KNEW if I was out there, I'd have put a stop to it. Carner, yer a bloodae' fawkin' parasite ye' are, with yer wanna' be God complex! Let me tell ye' somethin' Lad, yer not fit enough to lick a dogs baw bag, let alone be a match fer Melinda Rhodes in a straight up fight. That's why ye' fawkin' cheated and that's why, even despite that, ya' still fawkin' lost!
Molly paced back and forth in the ring with angry, fast steps.
Molly: So we're in here, yer busae' jerkin' tha' cocks of yer new pals back there... WHY DON'T YE' COME OUT HERE AND GET WRECKED?!!!
She passes the microphone back to Melinda Rhodes, then tosses her vest and her flannel shirt off, revealing a black sport's bra underneath and more tattoos.
Rebel: You heard the woman. You even have the advantage, Neo! I'm injured! What are you waiting for, bitch?!
After a few minutes of silence, Mel's jaw sets.
Rebel: HEY NEO JAMES CARNER, GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS OUT TO THIS MOTHERFUCKING RING, AND MOTHERFUCKING FIGHT THIS FATHER FUCKING BITCH!!!!
Suddenly we hear Neo James Carner's Music and everyone in the crowd lights up. Melinda drops the mic, backs up and crouches low and at the ready. Molly smacks her fist to her palm.
It plays for several seconds before stopping. Melinda and Molly look at each other, confused, before the music plays up again. The Rebel's brow furrows as it continues to play, then stops. Then another bit of music plays.... The Reading Rainbow.
Bennett: *laughing* Carner's makin' a fool outta' them!
Aiello: Rebel Rhodes deserves better than this!
Rebel: *After picking the mic back up* Alright, you won't come to us? We.... ARE GOING TO YOU!
Just as Melinda starts to drop her Microphone, Andrew Jackson's theme, "Take no Prisoners" by Megadeth, hit's the P/A to the tune of a huge crowd pop.
It is soon followed by a series of fireworks blasting across the stage from left to right and back to the start point like a rogue Draco.
Once the fireworks seize Andrew Jackson arrives from behind the curtains looking expansively into the thousands in the audience. The cheers flood the stage as he gets himself settled at the center of it.
Melinda stops as Andrew steps through the curtain, dressed in civilian attire and looking back with a wry smirk on his face and a microphone held up to his lips.
Jackson: I see you wasted no time forgetting me after Rumble in the Bronx.
Rebel: No, Andrew, it's not that at all.
He held up his hand and shook his head with disapproval.
Jackson: Well since I can tell already you're going to be ducking your way around me with other fights, I'm going to say this right now; You and me, rematch at Stranglemania! You can't dodge that, Rebel because that's what they call in the biz, a Rematch Clause.
Rebel: Clause or no Clause, I would never refuse you, Jackson. I never back down from anyone. Game on.
He gives a nod of his head, but the squint of his eyes told the tale of disapproval a mile away. He turned and stepped through the curtain.
Carter: Looks like the challenge has been thrown down and accepted, whether the Rebel likes it or not.
With that, Mel tosses the microphone to Jessica Stroup outside the ring, who catches it with great ease. The Rebel and the Ginger Ninja both exit the ring and head straight for the back at a fast paced stride.
Aiello: Unintentional or not, Melinda Rhodes may have disrespected the former champ by not properly addressing him or his right to a rematch.
Bennet: She forgot about him 'cause she beat him, plain and simple. Once I beat a sumbitch, I left 'em in my rear view and let 'em choke on the dust!
Carter: Well we have a match coming up next .. but first .. something seems to be happening outside the arena ...
BACKSTAGE
We cut to outside the arena to the production truck as the door is kicked open and out walks Neo James Carner with a cocky stride in his step, stuffing bills back into his wallet.
NJC: "I can go twice as hiiiigh..."
NJC walks down the steps of the production truck then makes a B-line back into the arena. All the while humming the beat to Reading Rainbow.
NJC: "...Just take a look..."
Neo walks back into the arena as he puts his wallet into the back pocket of his jeans.
NJC: "...It's in a book..."
Neo turns a corner and ends up in catering. He plucks a cupcake off the table as he stares at the multicolored sprinkles and frosting.
NJC: "...The Reading Rainbow!"
Suddenly there's a commotion as referees and agents are all circling Rebel trying to stop her from attacking Neo. Rebel, who has a devilish glare in her eye and a fire engine red bat in her hands! The referees and agents are all trying to talk her down from inflicting violence.
Rebel: "CARNER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!"
NJC: "Just because your mother and I have a special relationship doesn't mean you can call me a mother fucker! How about calling me Daddy..?"
Neo winks as Rebel looks wide eyed and wild, ready to strike as Neo brings his cupcake to his mouth and licks the frosting off.
NJC: "Read any good books lately? How about "The Night Neo and The ReVs Ran a Train on Me" by your mother?"
Rebel: "MY MOTHER'S DEAD YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!"
NJC: "The book was posthumously released!"
Rebel peels the bat back to strike! She goes to swing when it's suddenly stopped by a grabbing hand that halts movement. The hand belonging to the one and only Keith Williams.
Keith: "That's Daddy Carner to you!"
Keith sneers.
Keith: "And you can call me Uncle Good Touch."
Keith gives his mustache a stroke with his tongue and a wink of the eye. Rob Garcia walks up with a gold plated bottle of Ace Of Spades champagne in his hand.
Rob: "Hate to do this to ya lady, but Keith told me "we about beat that ass!"
Rob says as he pats the bottle with his hand and gestures to Rebel. The referees are trying to break it off but Neo and Rob quickly shove them all away, being bigger and stronger than the smaller refs and clearing the scene. The smaller Rebel begins to circle, not releasing her bat as she's in a tug of war with Keith. Rob and Neo circle like hungry wolves with the scent of blood in the air.
NJC: "You've been thrown to the wolves to build a throne to the wolves!"
The ReVenants look ready to strike when suddenly a hand slaps onto Neo's shoulder, surprising him when he turns to Morgan Darkwater tapping his sheathed sword.
Morgan: "Now, now boys... surely ye won't be forcin' me t' use Black Betsy here?"
NJC: "Whoa what the fuck!? You got a sword!? That's a murder weapon!"
Morgan: "Ye only jus' noticin'...? She be a sharp lady, too."
Rob scoffs.
Rob: "Aye man, that foo's lyin'. Look at him, his arm isn't even strong enough to draw that shit! I can rush him!"
Morgan: "Strong enough t' drop ye beloved Neo 'ere on his head and end our last match in a draw."
Rob starts forward, when suddenly Rebel's manager walks into frame, Molly who enters the scene with a chain wrapped around her hand and a wicked, almost delighted grin on her face.
Molly: "Oye, I donnae' think yer gonnae' be pushin' fer jack shyte. So ye' wanna' do this now? Because I do believe tha' man with a sword wants ta' cut ye' to shreds, Mel wants to bash ye' tap paste, and I'm lookin' ta' choke me first betch out in ages now...."
Keith let's go of the bat as the ReVs take a three man position opposite of Rebel, Morgan and Molly.
NJC: "So this is how it's going to be? You guys got the guts to play for blood!?"
Rob: "They think they're better than us!?"
Keith: "They're going to be better than nobody!"
Rob brandishes his gold plated bottle of Ace of Spades as Keith grabs a stray pipe that was laying about. The intensity is on high as the seething superstars are all ready to pounce and strike with violent fury.
*clap clap clap clap*
A small round of applause breaks the tension as three men walk into frame. Konnor Klay, AJ Johnson and EWC Television Champion Newmann.
AJ: "Play for blood?"
Konnor: "That's just our kind of game."
Newmann: "How come we weren't invited to this little Stand Off? Kill Or Be Killed is all about playing for blood!"
The three men of KOBK look the two opposing sides up and down.
AJ: "Who's blood though?"
Newmann: "Hmmm."
Konnor: "Lot of blood to be spilled here."
NJC glowers hard at the new arrivals and then back at Rebel, Morgan and Molly.
NJC: "The ReVenants don't need this."
Keith scoffs.
Keith: "You all need The ReVenants."
Rob: "This ain't a Mexican Stand Off and the tacos at catering suck!"
Rob taps Keith on the shoulder.
Rob: "Psst, Keith. What's a Mexican Stand off?"
Keith gestures his head to their situation.
Keith: "This!"
NJC: "Which we are leaving now."
The ReVenants begin to leave when Rebel stomps forward two steps.
Rebel: "The HELL you preach! We've got business to settle fucksticks!"
From behind Morgan and Rebel walks in the mammoth figure of Nostalgia who already has a sordid past with the ReVenants. Nostalgia doesn't say a word but his gaze is fixated on the ReVenants and full of thoughts of revenge.
Nostalgia: "I call the first shot. Then, Kill Or Be Killed is next!"
Morgan: "Maybe it be wise ye boys get t' stepping before I walk ye all off the plank."
Morgan gestures to the ReVenants, shoo'ing them away.
Keith: "Suck my plank!"
Rob: "Hey Morgan, I had a serious question. Do you have a peg leg?!?"
Rob looks very genuine in his curiosity. Keith gesture to his crotch and then Neo juts a thumb backwards.
NJC: "Come on BOYS! Let's leave these ladies to their tea party."
Rebel: The fuck you think you're going?!
The ReVs give the three middle finger salute and saunter off leaving KOBK alone with Rebel, Morgan and Molly.
Molly: "GET BACK HERE YA' FAWKIN' FEARDAE' CAT CU*TS!!!"
Keith chimes in off camera.
Keith: "That's Californian Cu*ts!"
AJ Johnson holds up his hands, giving a wiggly fingers gesture and 'ooooo' face at Rhodes, Darkwater, Molly, and Nostalgia as KOBK decide back off for now.....
Newmann: Count the days, Rebel.... and watch your back. You're at the top of the list, champ chump!
Konnor scoffs at the three without a word and when the quadro are left alone, Melinda turns to the others.
Rebel: Thanks....
Morgan: Don't mention it, Lass.
Molly: We'll get tha' bastards soon enough
The camera focuses then on Nostalgia's ominous glare as he clasps his hands together, a promise of violence within that sharp, intense gaze. The scene immediately cuts back to ringside.
SINGLES MATCH
EMMA LOUISE
VS KEITH WILLIAMS
EMMA LOUISE
VS KEITH WILLIAMS
Aiello: Well .. I'm not totally sure what to make of what just happened outside .. but it doesn't sound very good .. it seems we might be in for an interesting night folks .. Speaking of interesting .. our next match features one of our newest members of Brawl taking on one of our seasoned vets and fan favorites .. Emma Louise
The arena is plunged into darkness as "Roman Holiday" by Every Time I Die screeches its way out of the speakers, triggering the attention of those in attendance to the stage where dark blue lights have started to go off. As the tempo of the song picks up, it can barely be seen that someone has made their way out in the middle of the darkness, planting themselves in the middle of the stage. As the opening lyrics are shouted out, the lights come back on and we're shown the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. He's noticeably wearing a black denim vest that's covered in patches of bands, with the words "California C*nt" printed on the back in a font style you might find with a death metal or black metal band, directly below this is a giant mustache graphic that's been ironed on as well.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first! He is standing at 6 foot 3 inches and weighs in at 234 pounds! He is the California C*nt! Keith WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Williams spins around, stroking his mustache and gleefully taking a look out at the crowd. He slowly saunters his way down the rampway to ringside, taking his time to taunt fans on either side of him. As he reaches the ring, Keith goes to enter by rolling under the bottom rope, but hesitates for a moment to thrust against it to the beat of the song, eventually getting to his feet and treating everyone with another round of mustache strokes for good measure. He mounts the turnbuckle nearest to him, hopping up to the middle rope and posing with his arms spread wide. As the music dies down, KW abandons his post and tosses his vest to a company stooge on the outside, taking to practicing his elbows in the corner before the match begins.
Aiello: The rumors are right, he is sleazy...
Bennett: He looks like hes going somewhere in this business
Aiello: Yeah Sure
"Neo Geo' plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestivly over the top rope
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent! She is Emma LOUISE!!!!
The two combatants are on the opposite sides of the ring staring each other down.
DING DING DING
Keith takes the first step walking towards Emma. Emma starts to inch toward Keith as well. When they meet in the middle, they lock up. Keith, the stronger superstar, gains control pushing Emma onto her knees. He then stomps Emma in the face and she falls onto her back.
Carter: Keith Williams getting early control here
Bennett: Of course he does! She just doesn't match up to someone of this caliber
Aiello: Only 2 seconds into the match and you're already kissing his ass? That's a new record for you, Steve!
Bennett: Shut up
Keith walks a couple of feet away from Emma on the floor and starts to stroke his mustache to the dismay of the fans who shower him with boos. He loves it absorbing every one of them like a sponge to water. Little does he know, Emma is slowly getting to her feet behind him. She runs at him but he ducks her clothesline but right when he gets back to her vertical Emma throws a kick the he just cannot dodge. It connects right to his jaw and he falls on his ass.
Bennett: The sleaze is down! I repeat the sleaze is Down!
Emma grabs Keith by his head and pulls him up. She puts him against the turnbuckle and runs at him with a full head of steam. She jumps at him with a cross body but Keith falls to the floor and rolls away and Emma goes stomach first against the turnbuckle knocking the wind out of her. She falls flat on the canvas and starts to stomp her feet on it. Keith gets to his feet and starts to toy with Emma lightly kicking her on her back and sides.
Carter: That's unnecessary!
Bennett: I love watching people toy with other people
Keith smiles before exclaiming he's done he picks her up for the K-Driver and drops her down after 30 seconds. He lays atop of her in a pose.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-- KICKOUT!
Emma Louise throws up a shoulder putting a look of disbelief upon Keith's face.
"You wanna struggle? OK!" Keith yells at Emma. He hooks her arms and flips forward putting her into the T.O.L.O!
Aiello: Trebek only lived once!
Bennett: He can snap her arms like a twig with this maneuver!
Pain riddles Emma's face as she screams out. Keith starts to smile then laugh at the screaming done by Emma. Emma in persistent in not tapping out but every time she says "No" to the ref when he asks her if she quits, he locks it in harder. She passes out from the pain and the ref stops the fight.
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Your winner! KEITH WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Carter: What an impressive debut from one Keith Williams!
Keith starts to hump the air in the ring while stroking his mustache
Bennett: The fucker did it ..
Aiello: An impressive debut for the newest kid on the block, and disappointment for our Emma who came up short tonight
Carter: Keith has plenty to celebrate tonight while it's back to the drawing board for Emma. Hopefully she will do better on her next outing.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
SINGLES MATCH
KONNOR KLAY
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
KONNOR KLAY
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
Max Carter: Despite the size difference, these two compete with a similar style. I could see either one argued to be the favorite heading into this match.
The lights dim down, a gold hue cast across the crowd as the sound of a low demonic like laugh fills the speakers. The titantron flashes white then back to gold the words Konnor Klay emblazoned across them. The lights flash on for all in the arena to see Konnor Klay standing with the back to the crowd. Once the music drops he quickly turns his head followed momentarily by his body.
“Come & Get It” by I Prevail roars to full volume as the crowd erupts at the arrival of the Manhattan Prince, he pauses briefly at the top of the ramp, scanning out over the crowd as his eyes not reaching anyone in particular but just over the top of their heads.
Jessica Stroup: From Manhattan, New York, weighing in at 235 pounds… He is “The Manhattan Prince”…KONNOR KLAY!!!
After a few moments he continues his way down to the ring, passing a group of young women that have “I Came to See Konnor!” posters, the big bold letters, covered by red lips in the corner. He grabs his shirt with one hand and slides it off of his body and hands it to the cute blond that had the poster in hand. She lets out a loud scream and he backs away from the group and continues to the ringside are tousling a young boys hair as he does.
Once at the bottom he stops and slaps hands with a few of his fans at Ring Side, looking up at the crowd as the adulation rains down on him. He takes in a deep breath, soaking in the situation he has found himself end and climbs up the steel steps, stomping on each one as he goes. He walks his way along the apron and throws his whole body back looking directly into the fans of the front row.
He wipes his feet on the apron and kicks his leg over the second rope and entering the ring. He looks out over the crowd as he make his way to his corner, rising to the top turnbuckle and looking back out over the crowd, and the lights return back to normal.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: His entrance was longer than this match will probably be.
Joe Aiello: Konnor Klay has been impressive in his short time here. He is looking to improve his position in everlasting hunt for EWC Gold.
“Let you Down” by Seether begins to blast on the PA. system. Anthony Grunge walks down to the ring along with Johnny Sinclair. Anthony Grunge then enters the ring and acknowledge the fans by pointing at them. He then sits in his corner and meditates until the bell sounds.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent…weighing in at 210 pounds…ANTHHOOONNNNYYYYY GRUNGGGEEEEEE!
Joe Aiello: Grunge is coming off a tough loss to Neo James Carner the Brawl before the Rumble. And can’t be ahppy with his finish in the Rumble.
Max Carter: Anthony Grunge has a new attitude, I think new attitude is exactly what he needs to turn things around.
DING DING DING
Anthony Grunge and Konnor Klay circle each other a few times before locking up. Klay uses his strength advantage to push Grunge off, as he does he grabs the arm of Grunge, he pulls Grunge in for a Short Arm Clothesline, sending Grunge hard to the mat.
Klay immediately drops down with LegDrop across the throat of Grunge. Klay follows by wrapping his legs around the head of Grunge with a Leg Scissor Submission. Grunge is trying to pry the grip of the Leg Scissor without success as the ref checks on him. Grunge waves off the ref. After struggling for a few more seconds, Grunge stops, waits, then bridges his arms over Klay’s legs, then pushes off and flips his legs up and over, now standing, albeit bent over and still in the hold.
Klay releases the hold, as he tries to get to his feet, Grunge stomps on his right ankle, then grabs both feet, attempting to setup a Boston Crab, but Klay is close enough to grab the ropes, forcing Grunge to release the hold. Klay quickly gets to his feet and circles Grunge, turning along with him. They lock up again, Grunge gets the advantage by locking in a Standing Arm Bar.
Grunge quickly releases, as delivers a few swift kicks to the gut of Klay. Grunge bounces off the ropes, attempts a Knee Lift, but Klay evades the attack. Klay bounces off the ropes, as Grunge turns, he is taken down by a Running Cross Body. Klay hooks the legs…the ref counts..
One
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.T…kickout by Grunge.
Klay wastes no time and shift to the top half of Grunge and puts Grunge in a Side Headlock. The ref checks to make sure it’s legal. Klay drags Grunge to his knees, then his feet. He begins running, about to drive Grunge to the mat with a Running Bulldog, but Grunge manages to escape the hold, use Klay’s momentum against him, and push him to the mat. Klay gets up and charges at Grunge but Grunge steps into Klay before Klay suspects and his knee into the gut of Klay.
Grunge quickly grabs Klay and props him over his right shoulder.
Grunge charges to the ropes and tosses Klay head first into the turnbuckle, connecting with Snake Eyes, Grunge makes his way to Klay and goes for the cover…the ref counts…
One
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Tw…kickout by Klay
Joe Aiello: This is two technically sound competitors engaged in a battle of wits as much as physical prowess.
Max Carter: I have a feeling this match will come down to whoever can capitalize on their opponent’s mistake.
This time Grunge puts Klay in a Side Headlock. Klay manages to counter with a Head Sciccors, Grunge instantly slides out. Both men push off and slip out, causing the crowd to explode in cheers. They circle each other again, but this time Klay ducks under, Grunge drives his knee to the side of Grunge. Klay wraps his arm around Grunge, throws Grunge’s arm around his neck, setting up and driving Grunge down with a Belly to Back Swinging Gut buster. The momentum causes Grunge to flip on his back. Klay goes for the cover… the ref counts…
One
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.
Two
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.kickout by Grunge.
Klay grabs Grunge by the head and drags him to his feet. He whips Grunge into the ropes, Klay bends down for Back Body Drop, but Grunge counters with a Sunset Slip Powerbomb… he holds it for the pin…the ref counts…
ONE
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Two
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.kickout by Klay.
Joe Aiello: What a counter by Grunge. He is ready to pull out all the stops to win this match.
Grunge grabs the dazed Klay and drags him to the ropes. Grunge grabs under the arms of Klay and sets him on the middle rope. Grunge turns and sprints to the other end of the ring, bounces off the ropes, makes his way back, leaps and connects with the 619, knocking Klay back in the ring and on his back. Instead of going for the pin, Grunge heads to the corner. He hops on the top turnbuckle, turns, and sets himself.
He leaps, he comes crashing down with an Elbow Drop, onto the mat as Klay managed to roll away at the last second. Both men are down. The ref starts his count. As the ref gets to five, Klay pulls himself up by the ropes as Grunge pushes himself to his knees. As he gets to his feet, he notcies Klay approaching, he throws a hard right but it is blocked by Klay. Klay tosses Grunge’s arm around him, lifts, and brings Grunge how hard to the mat with a Swinging Reverse STO. Klay wastes no time, drops to the mat, and locks in a “Crossface” submission.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Klay’s got that locked in tight. Where’s Grunge going? Nowhere. Fuckin’ Nowhere.
Max Carter: I think you are underestimating the resiliency of Grunge Steve.
Grunge is flailing, trying to get some sort of momentum, but Klay pulls harder, Grunge is fading. He hears Johhny Sinclair yell something, assumingly harsh but inspiring, which gives Grunge a second wind. Klay decides to try another strategy and releases the hold. As he gets to his feet, he immediately drops a knee to the back of Grunge’s head. He grabs Grunge, and in seemingly one motion, drags him to his feet and props Grunge across his shoulders, takes a few steps, and drops Grunge hard to the mat with Written in Ink. Klay hooks the legs…the ref counts…
ONE
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Two
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Thre…kickout by Grunge!
Klay has a look of astonishment on his face. He gets up and takes a few steps back, biding his time. Grunge slowly makes his way to his feet, as he does Klay steps up and delivers The Debt Collector, but they are too close to the ropes, and Grunge falls through the ropes and onto the outside. The ref heads to the ropes, leans over to locate Grunge, then starts his count.
Joe Aiello: That could have been the pin for Klay right there. Now he has to decide whether to try for the Count-out win or keep the pressure on.
As the count gets to 3, Klay drops to the mat and rolls to the outside. Klay bends down to grab Grunge, but Grunge counters by pulling the tights of Klay and sending him headfirst into the Ringpost. The ref counts again, as he gets to 3, Grunge pulls himself up by the apron and slides into the ring. At 5, Klay begins to stir. Grunge gets to his feet and jogs to the other side of the ring. He keeps his eye on Klay getting to his feet. Klay gets to his feet as the ref counts to 7. Grunge charges, as soon as Klay focuses on the ring and goes to grab the bottom rope to pull himself in, Grunge connects with a Baseball Slide, sending Klay crashing back into the barricade. Grunge quickly slides out the ring, breaking the ref’s count.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Son of a bitch could have won by Count-Out right then and there. As the great Red Foreman would say “Dumbass.”
Max Carter: Maybe Grunge is looking to make a statement.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: He did, “I’m a Dumbass.”
Max Carter: You might be ending those words when the bell rings.
Grunge grabs the head of Klay and drags him to his feet, he hooks the arm of Klay, grabs the tights, and lifts, holding Klay up for a Brainbuster, but Klay manages to slide out the back. Klay goes for a Clothesline but Grunge ducks. Klay catches himself before he collides with the Ringpost. He turns, and he is immediately knocked into the RingPost via a Anthony Grunge Superkick. Grunge hears the ref count 7. He grabs Klay, drags him to his feet, and rolls him in the ring. Grunge slides through the ropes, and comes down with three consecutive Elbow Drops. He goes for the cover…the ref counts…
One
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Two
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Thre….kickout By Klay.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Told you fools. Now Klay will make Grunge pay for his error.
Grunge grabs Klay as he gets to his feet and pulls him up with him. He whips Klay into the corner. Grunge charges and leaps, connecting with a Stinger Splash, causing Klay to drop down to the mat. Grunge jogs to the outside of the ring and appeals to the crowd for a few seconds.
Grunge charges towards Klay, he leaps, he goes for the Bronco Buster, but Klay rolled out of the ring, causing Grunge to crash into the corner. Klay immediately slides back into the ring. He drills the back of Grunge with a few hard kicks. Then grabs the arms of Grunge and pulls Grunge back with all of his might, lifting Grunge in the air, and hard onto the mat. Klay reaches down and drags Grunge to his knees, setting up a variation of a Powerbomb. Klay lifts Grunge, but Grunge locks his legs around the neck of Klay and begins unloading right hands, causing Klay to drop Grunge.
Grunge lands on his feet. Grunge immediately goes for another Superkick, but Klay sidesteps and grabs the arm of Grunge, spinning around and whipping Grunge into the corner. Klay charges and crushes Grunge with a Body Avalanche. Grunge stumbles out of the corner, Klay delivers a kick to the gut, then THE Million Dollar Stunner… he goes for the cover…the ref counts….
One
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Two
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Three!…NO! At the last second the ref notices Grunge’s leg hanging off the apron, under the ropes. He taps the shoulder of Klay and points to Grunge’s leg.
Max Carter: What a lucky break for Grunge. Klay had this match won.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Just delaying the inevitable.
Klay grabs the head of Grunge and drags him to his feet, he goes for another kick to set up another Million Dollar Stunner, but Grunge catches the foot of Klay, and spins Klay around. As Klay completes the revoltuon, Grunge jumps in the air, wraps his legs around the head of Klay, and takes him down with a Hurricanrana. He reaches down to grab Klay, but counters with a Roll-Up. The ref counts…
One
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Two
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Thr…kickout by Grunge.
Both men are slow to their feet. Klay is to his feet first and charges Grunge, Grunge drops to the mat forcing Klay to hop over, his momentum bouncing him off the ropes, Klay catches Grunge with a Running Body Block, sending Grunge to the mat. Klay immediately grabs the ankle of Grunge, and is about to set in the Ankle Lock, but Grunge manages to use leverage of his other leg to push Klay off. Klay charges again, Grunge ducks a Clothesline. Klay stops and turns, right into a knee to the gut, Grunge follows up with a Neckbreaker. He drags Klay to his knees, sets him, lifts, and drives Klay into the mat with The Grunge Plunge. Grunge hooks the legs…the ref counts…
ONE
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Two
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THREE!.
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: And Here is your winner… ANTHONNNYYYY GRUNGGGGGEEEE!
Max Carter: Grunge comes out the victor in this hard fought battle.
Joe Aiello: Coming up next we have a great matchup to determine who will contest the newly crowned Newmann next week for the EWC Television Title. Neo Jamers Carner, Captain Morgan Darkwater. To say there is bad blood would be an understatement.
Steve “The Predator” Bennett: Neo is the one to finally sink the Captain Morgan Darkwater’s bandship.
Max Carter: What jibberish are you talking over there?
Steve "The Predator" Bennett: Like a bandwagon but bandship. Come on Max, I thought even a fucking simpleton like you could understand that. Stupid son of a bitch
Aiello: Regardless .. lets cut to one last commerical before we get to tonights highly anticiapted main event!
COMMERCIAL
30 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH
WINNER FACES CJ NEWMANN FOR THE TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP NEXT WEEK
NEO JAMES CARNER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
Aiello: Here we go ladies and gentlemen .. the match people have been talking about for days .. the match that has lit twitter on fire ..
Bennett: The heat is just Carter dealing with crabs
Carter: What in the actual fuc..
Bennett: The heat is just Carter dealing with crabs
Carter: What in the actual fuc..
“YYYEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first from The winds of fortune, weighing in at 259 pounds… CAPTAIN MORGAIN DARK WATER!!!
The lights in the arena cut out as first notes of Captain Morgan's entrance theme, "The Sunk'n Norwegian", kick in and the screens around entrance fade in to the image of a perpetually burning skull-n-crossbones flag rippling in the wind.
A spotlight rises as Morgan saunters confidently out on the stage, holding an old-fashioned iron grenade in one hand, the fuse lit and sparkling. He laughs maniacally and throws it at his feet, where it explodes with a boom of pyros and smoke.
When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Drink!" in time with the song's first chorus and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring through the middle and top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Huntington Beach California, weighing in at 258 pounds… NEO JAMES CARNER!!!!
"Fightin' Words" By Casino Madrid begins to play melodically over the loud speakers as the of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages with a fierce snare and double bass drums.
Neo begins to make a triumphant strut down to the ring, his chin held high as his hands lay at his side moving with his stride. He looks down all around at the people at the side of the ramps, he keeps his bearded chin up as he glides effortlessly forward in a striding saunter.
Neo makes it to the ringside area as he circles around the ring, jumping up effortlessly onto the apron and climbs into the ring. He walks over to the ropes on the side of the stage as he grabs the top rope with his hands and then yanks down on it, flexing all of his muscles before releasing it, a giant white and red pyro exploding out the top of the nearby turnbuckle like a mortar.
Neo roars into the air as he circles the ring, peering out into the crowd as he gives his bare chest a hardy slap. He has a grin on his face, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares out into the crowd.
Neo rushes the ropes one more time and he yanks them with a mighty rip and the corner mortar pyro goes off again as the song keeps blaring over the PA. Neo rotates his neck as he steps to the nearest corner and leans against it cracking his knuckles and awaiting the match to begin.
DING! DING! DING!
30:00
Dark Water: 0
Carner: 0
Dark Water and Neo slowly walk to the middle of the ring, staring each other down, but it only for a moment as Neo spouts something into the face of the big man and he responds with a HARD left to the temple of Carter!
Aiello: Wow and just like that Dark Water lays out Neo with one punch!
Carter: I would never want to meet The Captain in a dark alley.
With Neo clearly dazed and confused from the knockout blow, Dark Water goes for a cover trying to get an early fall!
ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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.
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KICKOUT!
Carter: Wow that was close!
Bennett: SON OF A BITCH! Like you said, wouldn’t want to meet the captain in a dark alley.
Dark Water gets up smiling as if he didn’t expect to get the fall, but wanted to test how much it took out of Neo. Wide eyed still trying to shake off the blow, Neo slowly gets to his feet, but is grabbed by Dark Water who hurls Neo into the turnbuckle! Neo however using his superior speed rolls up the turnbuckle and to the outside ring apron, but before he can react he is LEVELED by the big man with a clothsline knocking him off the ring apron. The crowd ERUPTS as he falls to the ground, Darkwater looks out into the crowd, but only for a moment as he heads to the outside to fallow up on Neo.
However by the time he gets to the outside, Neo has made it to his feet and delivers a few elbow strikes to the mid section of the big man. Dark Water slings Neo away towards the ring post but Neo avoids it by sliding into the ring and around the post! He hits the ropes and flies through the ropes with a suicide dive! He crashes into Dark Water as they both hit the railing but Neo stands on his feet and throws Darkwater to the ground, much to the anger of the fans.
Bennett: If Neo is going to pull this off, this is what he is gonna have to do. Stick and move on the big man.
Carter: Float like a butterfly sting like a bee!
Bennett: …Shut up
Neo grabs Dark Water and rolls him back in the ring. Dark Water to his feet, he stumbles getting up as he turns around and walks into Neo who whips the big man to the ground with an arm drag take down. He holds onto him with an arm bar, but the larger Dark Water powers out of it to his feet! He backs Neo into the corner and delivers a HARD chop to the chest! The crowd predictably lets out a loud…
“WHOOOOOOO!!!”
As Neo stumbles out of the turnbuckle holding his chest in pain. Beet read from the chop Neo protects himself open to a kick to the midsection and Dark Water delivers a monstrous DDT! But he isn’t done, he gets up waving his finger no… insinuating that he wants to deliver more punishment.
25:00
DarkWater: 0
Carter: 0
Dark Water picks up a stunned Neo, and he hits the ropes and looks for stiff clothsline from hell off the ropes but Neo ducks under it! He hits the ropes himself, and when Dark Water pops back up to his knees Neo hits a running DDT of his own! With Dark Water subdued for a moment, Neo picks him up to a seated position, and runs his knee in between the shoulder blades of his back, grabbing his chin and pulling back as hard as he can. Neo orders the ref to check the big man, but Dark Water shoves the ref away…
The ref stumbles falling for a moment, before Dark Water powers out of it and drops down connecting with a chin breaker to Neo!!! Grabbing his chin he stumbles over to the ropes, as Dark Water makes it to his feet, but as he turns around Dark Water comes charging and clothslines Neo but they both tumble over the top rope and to the floor below! The two battle it out on the floor, but the scuffle comes to a stop as Dark Water grabs Neo by the neck and lifts him off the ground in a choke lift!
The crowd ERUPTS but only for a moment, because Neo swings a leg and kicks Dark Water right in the family jewels!
“OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Aiello: AND… The great equalizer!
Bennett: I don’t care how big you are, ya hit a man there and it will bring him to his knees.
Carter: And Neo just punted him like he plays in the NFL.
As the ref makes his way over to the ropes finally after being shaken by Dark Water earlier, he begins his count. All he sees is Neo grabbing Dark Water by his beard screaming in his face, and then sending the big man head first into the steel ring steps! Dark Water hits them with a BANG!
Neo, a bit winded from the choke lift, is standing hands on his knees as Dark Water lays on the arena floor holding his shoulder. Neo makes his way over to Dark Water and places his arm in between the ring steps and the post…
Carter: Oh… don’t tell me…
Bennett: Oh I think he’s gonna…
Neo takes a few steps back and then with a running start drop kicks the stairs! Crushing Dark Water’s shoulder between the stairs and the ring post!!! All this time neither man has paid any attention to the ref’s count… who is now at..
EIGHT!
Still paying little to no attention, just like everyone else… Neo takes a few steps back signaling for the NCSK! He waves for Dark Water to get to his feet, who does so slowly with his back turned to Neo. Neo waves for the big man to get up…
NINE!
And just as he turns around NEO NAILS THE NEO CLASSICAL SYMPHO-KNEE!!! Laying out Dark Water on the outside! Turning and looking into the ring he finally notices the ref…
TEN!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Carter: Whoa what???
“BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Neo can’t believe what he is seeing. He gets up on the ring apron and conversates with the ref who explains what just happens and what it means. Neo rolls his eyes in frustration, as he continues to argue with the ref who goes and informs the ring announcer.
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the first fall is a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!
“BOOOOOOO!!!”
Jessica Stroup: By rule each wrester is awarded a fall!
20:19
Dark Water: 1
Carter: 1
Bennett: So this pretty much means nothing then.
Aiello: Can you imagine if Neo would have gotten in the ring one second earlier?
Carter: He’d be up 1-0… Wow, talk about disappointing. What a mental error.
As the match continues Carter, clearly irritated goes to the outside and grabs Dark Water still dazed from the Sympho-Knee, and rolls him in the ring. He only starts to move as he raises one hand to his head, but Neo goes for the cover trying to get that much needed first fall off of what could have been!
“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THRE—OHHHH!!!
KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: OH! A split second away from getting the lead!
20:00
Dark Water: 1
Carter: 1
Carter clearly frustrated with himself slams his hand to the mat. Dark Water is clearly still dazed and Neo goes to take advantage as he mounts Dark Water and delivers a fury of punches out of frustration. He stands up taking a deep breath and fixing his hair, and hits the ropes and nails the seated Dark Water with a drop kick to the face! Neo picks up the big man, but Dark Water quickly turns the tables it would seem and sling shots Neo into the turnbuckle! But Neo uses the big man’s momentum against him and reverses it! Dark Water hits the turnbuckle and nearly squashes the ref but he stops himself at the last moment. As Dark Water turns around Neo is charging him and goes for a running drop kick to the face but Dark Water moves out of the way at the last second and Neo nails the ref right in the face with a drop kick!!!
“OHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
After Neo sees what he has done, he looks down cursing the ref for getting in the way, but he’s totally gone. He drops the ref on the mat, and turns around and Dark Water grabs him by the throat and nails a devastating chokeslam!!! The crowd ERUPTS!!! Dark Water with the cover!
Aiello: There is no ref!
The crowd begins to count, as Dark Water waits for a ref…
“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!”
But one never comes, he gets off of Neo and goes and tries to revive the ref, who is simply dead weight. Neo has since rolled out of the ring.
15:00
Dark Water: 1
Carner: 1
Carter: Where is Neo going?
The big man turns around to see that Neo is no where to be found, and the ref is clearly going to need some medical attention. He heads outside looking for Neo and from just outside camera shot Neo bursts out and NAILS DARK WATER WITH A BARBED WIRE WRAPPED CHAIR!!! The chair cracks against his skull, and seemingly knocks the big man out cold, ripping open his flesh as well. Carner holds the chair up in the air to boos from the crowd.
“BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Aiello: Someone get another ref out here right now!
Carter: Neo is beating the living Hell out of Dark Water with that chair!
As Neo goes to town on Dark Water with the chair, a medical team has arrived to help get the ref out of the ring. Neo throws the chair away, sliding it back under the ring, and rolls the big man in the ring. A new ref has made his way to the ring with the medical staff, and he screams at Neo for the use of the chair. But Neo argues that there is no chair, raising his hands as if he has done nothing wrong.
Bennett: Even if he caught him red handed with the chair, until that ref stepped in the ring, he couldn’t disqualify Carner.
Neo gives the ref a playful shove and then grabs him by the shirt collar and pulls him down and orders him to count, on the bloodied and unconscious Dark Water.
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the second fall, by pinfall goes to Neo James Carner!
“BOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Aiello: This sold out crowd is not happy about that one.
Carter: Can you blame them??? Look at how he got it!
Bennett: It doesn’t matter how he got it, all that matters is that he did!
11: 45
Dark Water: 1
Carner: 2
Aiello: We are reaching the ten minute mark and it looks like Neo has this match completely in his control.
Bennett: You know what I always say… The bigger they are…
As Carner taunts the crowd Dark Water has made it to his feet, and has a look of fury on it that could burn the building down.
Carter: The more bones they break!
Carner turns around to see Dark Water back on his feet and you can clearly hear him say “WHAT THE FUCK?!?”
Aiello: Carner can’t believe his eyes! …I don’t believe it! Dark Water is back on his feet!
With blood running down his face Dark Water slowly approaches Neo as he exchanges words with him. Neo looks like he is gonna hit the ropes but then quickly turns around trying to catch the big man off guard but it back fires and he runs into a Heart Punch from the big man! Neo goes down grabbing his chest in pain! As Neo slowly gets up stumbling trying to get to his feet he stumbles into the ropes and lightly bounces off of them and turns around and walks right into Dark Water who hits THE SKULL AND CROSSBONES!!! The crows loses their minds!!!
“YYYEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!”
Carter: Dark Water with the cover!!!
“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!”
The crowd jumps to it’s feet as Dark Water evens it up at 2 a piece!
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentemen, by pinfall the score is now two to two… One point DARK WATER!!! There is now EIGHT MINUTES AND 35 SECONDS REMAINING!!!
8:35
Dark Water: 2
Carner: 2
Without wasting any time, Dark Water points to the corner turnbuckle with Neo down flat on the mat. The crowd jumps to it’s feet!
Aiello: You think it’s time?
Carter: Is Dark Water going to show tribute to the late Randy Savage???
Dark Water makes his way to the top rope, still no movement from Neo. He points to the sky in a tribute to the Macho Man and leaps off Macho Man Elbow Drop style! WINDS OF FORTUNE!!! He lands square on the chest of Neo and makes the cover! The crowd is losing their minds!!!
“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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Suddenly The Revenants hit the ring! Dark Water releases the pin and goes after them as they hit the ring.
Aiello: No! We had an amazing match going!
Dark Water clothslines’s Garcia, who rolls out of the ring, and nails Williams with a heart punch!!! Williams goes down and Dark Water picks him up in a gorilla press and tosses him over the top rope onto Garcia!!! The crowd goes nuts but Neo tries to take advantage and rolls up Dark Water in a school boy!
ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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KICKOUT!!!
“YYYEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!”
The Revenants are back on the ring apron, but suddenly we see Rebel Rhodes and Nostalgia pop up at ring side and grab them! The four brawl at ringside, as Rhodes throws Williams into the steel steps but Nostalgia gets slammed head first into the guard rail! As the four brawl at ringside the match continues in the ring!
3:47
Dark Water: 2
Carner: 2
Suddenly Kill or Be Killed hop the guard rail and enter ringside from the fans! They attack everyone and suddenly there is a huge brawl at ringside!
Aiello: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON???
Bennett: They’ve all gone crazy that’s what!
Carter: All Hell is breaking loose and we still have a match going on in the ring!
The battle continues in the ring as Carner hits Dark Water with a high leg lariat! With Dark Water dazed and the clock running down Neo goes for The EON AGE LOCK!!! Dark Water dazed he can’t quite fight it off and Neo locks it in!
Aiello: They are in the center of the ring!
Carter: We are JUST under three minutes remaining! This could do it if Neo can get a submission victory!
As the brawl continues, Rhodes get’s her head slammed down on the announcers desk!
Bennett: Hey! …Watch my beer…
The ref is checking Dark Water to see if he wants to give it up, but he is shaking his head no! He tries to use his brute streangth to make it to the ropes pulling himself inch by inch closer! Neo shakes his head NO! trying to apply more pressure it haults the big man but only for a moment as he reaches out and manages to BARELY grab the bottom rope! The ref calls for the break! Dark Water grabs at his leg in pain as Neo gets up and argues with the ref, but the ref doesn’t back down an inch.
As the argument continues someone in the fray of teams battling out at ringside grab Neo’s barbed wire chair and toss it in the ring! It hits the ring and Neo looks around ringside to see the brawl happening, looks out into the crowd smiles and once again grabs the chair and waves for Dark Water to get up. The ref grabs the chair and spins Neo around screaming that he will disqualify Neo if he uses the chair.
The crowd is reved up in such a frenzy by all the action it sounds the roof is going to blow off the building!
Aiello: Listen to this crowd!
Carter: This is EWC baby!!!
Bennett: Damn it I can’t hear myself think!
Carter: He said listen to this crowd!
Bennett: …WHAT???
The ref and Neo play tug of war with the chair, until the ref wrestles it away from him. But as the ref slides it out of the ring, Neo turns around and is grabbed by Dark Water with THE HANGMAN’S NOOSE!!! Neo struggles as Dark Water holds him up, he looks like he is about to punt for the fences again, reminiscent of earlier in the match but this time Dark Water SLAMS HIM DOWN with AUTHORITY!!! Cover!!!!
“ONE!!!”
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“TWO!!!”
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“THREE!!!”
“YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!”
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen that makes the score Dark Water 3, Carner 2… There is less than a minute remaining!!!
The crowd is at a fever pitch!!! Neo tries to recover, as he coughs trying to get his wind back. He takes a look up at the jumbo tron and sees the score board.
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Dark Water: 3
Carner: 2
Aiello: The clock is ticking away if Neo has anything left now’s the time!
As the clock ticks away, Neo slowly pulls himself to his feet as Dark Water confidently stalks him. But as soon as Dark Water turns Neo around he pulls him in and rolls him up in a small package!!! The ref is right there to make the count!
Aiello: Oh my! This could tie it up! Dark Water never saw it coming!
ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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Someone slides Newman in the ring and the ref immediately stops his count and orders him out!
Carter: OH!!! This brawl could have just cost Carner the tieing fall!!!
The clock continues to tick down as the entire brawl enters in the ring! Neo cant believe his eyes as he looks up at the jumbo tron!
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Dark Water: 3
Carner: 2
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Neo quickly tries to get everyone out of the ring as he enters the fray! But there isn’t enough time!
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Dark Water has now entered into the all out brawl, and as the clock ticks down…
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BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!!!
Aiello: That’s it! The match is over! Dark Water has won it!!! But you would never know it from the brawl going on in the ring right now!
Carter: I can’t believe what I am seeing!
Bennett: I’ve never in my life seen a match end this way!
Aiello: And we are out of time folks!
Bennett: OH NO! We aren’t going off the air while this
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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JOHN BLADE
VS ROB GARCIA
Winner: Rob Garcia
NOSTALGIA
VS AJ JOHNSON
Winner: Nostalgia
EMMA LOUISE
VS KEITH WILLIAMS
Winner: Keith Williams
KONNOR KLAY
VS ANTHONY GRUNGE
Winner: Anthony Grunge
NEO JAMES CARNER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
Winner: Morgan Darkwater
MNB #492 MVP - Morgan Darkwater
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