MNB #501 - CLEVELAND
Feb 12, 2018 23:02:21 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #501 | FEBRUARY 12TH 2018LIVE! from the Quicken Loans Arena, Cleveland, Ohio
EWC BRAWL
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart
"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasts in the Arena
The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Nineteen year history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to the last episode #500 in New York
Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Ruthann Hunter, Ashton Drake and then Xplode all with the EWC Championship.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night Brawl Superstars: Kendrick Kross, Darian Gray, Dominic Sanders, Justin Matthews, David Miller, Ruthann Hunter, Griffin Hawkins, Ashton Drake, Cal Pine, Melinda Rhodes, Nostalgia, Billy Mitchell, Morgan Darkwater, Frater Perdurabo, Amis Shelton, Neo James Carner, Newmann, Keith Williams, Rob Garcia, Kestrel, AJ Johnson, Eddie Crank, Andrew Jackson, Anthony Grunge, and Emma Louise
We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl: Neo James Carner with the Television Championship, Morgan Darkwater with the International Championship and then finally Ashton Drake with the EWC Undisputed Championship
The opening pyros hit and here we go.
The energy at the Quicken Loans 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: WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN TO MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL! WE ARE HERE LIVE EMANATING OUT IN FRONT OF A SOLD OUT CROWD IN CLEAVELAND, OHIO!
Carter: We have a jam packed card full of world class athletes putting on the best performances in professional wrestling!
Carter: We have a jam packed card full of world class athletes putting on the best performances in professional wrestling!
Bennett: You best bet your ass you're gonna sit down, shut your little yapper and tune in because BRAWL tonight, oh ho ho! You'd be a fool to miss it!
Carter: We've got Cal Pine taking on The Sleazy Invader Keith Williams, the young upstart David Miller going against International Champion Morgan Darkwater in a non-title match!
Bennett: That's not all, you got Darian Gray vs Frater Perdurabo, Kendrick Kross vs Justin Matthews! Those are future champions in the EWC if I ever seen any, you'd be a damn fool to miss these hot new talents!
Carter: Our first match out the gate this evening will see the charismatic Dominic Sanders go head to head with the ReVenants own loudmouth braggart, Rob Garcia.
Bennett: That's not all, you got Darian Gray vs Frater Perdurabo, Kendrick Kross vs Justin Matthews! Those are future champions in the EWC if I ever seen any, you'd be a damn fool to miss these hot new talents!
Carter: Our first match out the gate this evening will see the charismatic Dominic Sanders go head to head with the ReVenants own loudmouth braggart, Rob Garcia.
Carter: We'll be right back with our first match of the night after these commercials!
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SINGLES MATCH
DOMINIC SANDERS
VS ROB GARCIA
Bennett: BRAWL 501 starts off with what should be the best match of the whole card!
Aiello: Don’t get ahead of yourself, we’ve got a jam packed card with some of the finest superstars to ever grace the ring!
Carter: Seven matches that are sure to entertain, let’s get the ball rolling and see how this first one goes!
The lights go out in the arena. The intro to 'Desperate Cry' by Sepultura begins playing with soft acoustic riffs. On the first couple of strums of metal, the lights flash different colors. On the seventh strum, white pyros blast on the stage and Dominic Sanders walks out when the music kicks in. He walks down the ramp and stops at the bottom, looking around at the crowd. He looks at the ring and slaps his chest as the vocals begin in the song and Sanders continues walking towards the ring.
Jessica Stroup: From Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at 285 pounds. Dominic Sanders!
He heads over to the ring steps and climbs them onto the ring apron. On the first mention of "Desperate Cry" he grabs the top rope and jumps over the top and into the ring. He looks out at the crowd again and slaps his chest with his right hand and points up to the sky. He paces around the ring for a few more measures of the song as it fades out.
Bennett: Dominic is a new young bronco looking to make a name for himself, unfortunately he’s going against a ReVenant!
The arena goes dark except for the fans cell phones who are either checking their phone or illegally recording this, don’t worry they’ll get got.
🎵I wear a mean dark pair of shades.. 🎵
“Ballin” by Jim Jones plays throughout 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 pitbulls tail when its been snippet. Jeff Noon is at Rob’s side, making sure the giant bandage on him is securely fastened to his forehead.
Jessica Stroup: “Hailing from Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 245lbs, being accompanied by Jeff Noon. Rob Garcia!!!!”
Rob spins around to face the audience and he has oversized gucci glasses on and a goofy grin on his face. Holding his self anointed, self proclaimed UWHC title high above his head.
Bennett: Now that’s a title!
Carter: It’s an unsanctioned championship, he’s never defended it and it is not recognized by EWC.
Bennett: Nobody asked you!
Garcia 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 psycing 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 fireworks goes off.
Bennett: Such poise, such majesty!
Carter: I’ll never understand your fascination.
Dominic Sanders makes a straight sprint towards Rob who is making sure the timekeeper doesn’t ruin his UWHC title because the leather is brand new. Jeff Noon tries to warn Rob, but unfortunately never gets the message and Dominic charges right into him with a stiff body block that floors Garcia!. The Referee calls for the bell to start the match as Rob shoves Dominic off and scrambles up to his feet.
Aiello: Dominic not wasting anytime!
Bennett: This is illegal!
Carter: You usually like it when people take unfair advantages.
Bennett: This is different!
DING DING DING
Dominic doesn’t let Rob create any kind of distance between them as Sanders charges back for Rob with a full head of steam! Garcia leaps up with an Enzuigiri but Dominic ducks underneath and Rob misses!
Carter: They’re going full speed!
Rob stumbles back into the corner to regain his composure but Sanders follows him quickly with a running Back Elbow that lands squarely into Garcia’s collarbone! Rob leans back in the corner covering his clavicle as Dominic snaps off a trifecta of stiff knife edge chops in the corner that echo off like gunfire throughout the arena! With each chop the fans giving off a “Woo!” to pay their respects to the man!
Aiello: Dominic is squarely in control at the start of this contest.
Bennett: He cheated a cheater!
Jeff shouts out words of encouragement as Garcia clutches at his chest, a look of determination brewing in Garcia’s eyes. Dominic launches Rob out of the corner with hammer throw like Irish Whip but Rob reverses and Dominic flies into the opposite corner instead.
Aiello: Momentum is shifting!
Garcia flies in after Sanders in the corner with a Stinger Splash, Dominic is stunned as Garcia circles out and comes rushing back in with corner Spear! Garcia drives his shoulder into Dominic’s midsection and pulls Dominic’s head into a front facelock, before running back into the corner stepping up onto the second turnbuckle.
Carter: Rob’s taking dominic for a ride!
Rob pivots off the top rope with a Snap Tornado DDT but Dominic manages to plant his feet and shoves Rob off into the air! Rob lands on his feet and Dominic steps up with a mean left armed haymaker to the head of Garcia.
Aiello: What a stiff shot to Garcia!
Bennett: He’s still standing!
Dominic teeters back to keep his balance after launching a powerful strike as Rob stumbles to the ropes clutching the side of his head. Dominic tries to keep the momentum going by pulling Rob into a short- arm snap Samoan Drop! Dominic quickly makes the cover as the Referee slides in to make the count!
ON-KICKOUT BY GARCIA!
Carter: Rob’s still too fresh, seems Dominic has to step it up to take out a guy of Garcia’s caliber.
Dominic gets Rob up to his feet and backs into the corner before stepping up onto the second rope, he goes to deliver a punch to Garcia’s face but Rob quickly ducks underneath Sanders’ legs and yanks him off the second rope into a high impact school boy! The referee is in position!
ONE!
T-KICKOUT!
Rob and Dominic are quickly back up to their feet as Dominic rushes at Garcia trying to latch on a Exploder Suplex but Garcia quickly reverses and counters with a Wheelbarrow Facebuster. Dominic’s face is spiked into the canvas and Rob slowly gets to his feet and steps out onto the ring apron. Jeff Noon hands Rob Garcia a water bottle and Rob takes a moment to hydrate himself.
Carter: Is this really necessary?
Aiello: These athletes have to hydrate themselves, are you some kind of knave sum’ bitch!?
Rob hurries towards the corner after swishing and spitting out the water. Rob climbs up to the top rope as Sanders lumbers up to his feet . Rob perches on the top rope as Dominic circles around to face Garcia. Rob flips off Dominic then leaps off with a Diving Leg Lariat across Dominic’s throat! It connects just under Dominic’s chin and is driven into the mat under the weight of Garcia! . Rob quickly crawls over and makes the cover then the referee makes the count!
ONE!
TW-KICKOUT!
ONE!
TWO
KICKOUT BY GARCIA!!!
Both Dominic and Rob try to hurry back to their feet and though Dominic is up a split second before Rob to deliver a big boot right into Garcia’s face. Rob falters in his stance but doesn’t fall, Dominic irish whips Garcia who hurries back and floors Dominic with a twisting headscissors takedown!! Rob is on Dominic like shit on velcro with a diving knee drop! Garcia’s knee slams right into Dominic’s face!!!! The crowd starts to boo as Dominic lies flat on his back and Rob rolls over to make the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT BY SANDERS!!!
The Referee counts the pin but Dominic kicks out just before three which further furiates Garcia. The crowd pops as Rob sits up on his knees and he shakes his head signaling it wasn’t over. Rob drags him closer to the corner before stepping in between Dominic’s body and the turnbuckle.
Carter: Is Garcia looking to put this one away!?
Garcia talks a bit of trash to the fans screaming at ringside and points down at Dominic before leaping up and bounces off of the top turnbuckle with a Split Legged Corkscrew Moonsault. Sanders quickly gets him knees up and Rob’s ribs come crashing down right onto him knees. Rob howls in pain as Sanders quickly makes the cover with the referee in position!!!
ONE!
TWO!!!
THRE-KICKOUT BY ROB AT THE LAST SECOND!
Bennett: WHAT’S GOING ON HERE!? It’s been neck and neck!
Garcia rolls onto his knees covering his stomach with his arms and Dominic staggers back up to his feet. Garcia gets back to his feet seconds later and Dominic steps up with Snap Scoop Powerslam that plants Rob’s spine right into the mat with authority!
Carter: Sanders looking a little winded here, these guys have been giving each other their all since the start of this contest.
Dominic sits on his knees still looking dazed for a few moments before he pushes up and slowly rolls Garcia onto his shoulders for the cover. He hooks the far leg and The Referee slides in.
ONE!
KICKOUT!!!
Dominic sits up with a look of disappointment before climbing back to him feet. Sanders reaches down and grabs Rob’s feet to set up for the Texas BlueBonnett for the submission but Garcia quickly sits up and puts a halt to the submission attempt with a boot right to Dominic’s forehead.
Bennett: Ah ha! Rob knows all about the Texas Cloverleaf, Dominic is gonna have to try something else!
Garcia quickly rolls towards the edge of the ring as Dominic staggers back covering his face. Garcia pulls himself up on the ring apron and Dominic rushes for the ReVenant but Rob side steps and delivers a jumping knee to the side of Sanders’ head!
Bennett: Come on Rob!
Carter: It’s too close to call!
Dominic stumbles back a few feet with a glazed over expression and Rob hops up to the top rope and springboards off with a diving european uppercut!. Rob crashes into Dominic and both men hit the canvas with a sick thud. Rob quickly hops onto Dominic’s chest and makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
DOMINIC ROLLS GARCIA ONTO HIS SHOULDERS!!!
ONE!
TWO!!!!!!
GARCIA KICKS OUTTT!!!!
They both hurry back to their feet and Dominic quickly steps up with a Running Forearm Smash to Rob’s face. Garcia drops onto his back and quickly rolls back to get to his feet when Dominic steps up with an uppercut of his own, the blow doesn’t floor Garcia but Sanders soon throws a Clothesline that floors the ReVenant. Jeff Noon urges Garcia to get back up to his feet Rob once again climbs back to his feet as Dominic twirls forward with a Discus Clothesline!!! Garcia crashes back onto the canvas in a sick flip as Dominic sits up on him knees and covers. The Ref slides in and gets into position to count.
ONE!
TW-KICKOUT!!
Carter: WOW! Just WOW! Garcia has absorbed so much abuse from Sanders but can still kickout at two? This is ridiculous!
Bennett: I’ve been telling you how good he is and you just don’t listen!
Rob gets his shoulder up after two and the crowd is in a total state of shock! . Dominic pulls Rob up as the crowd cheers the two men on for their efforts, Sanders takes a deep breath and then throws Garcia into the corner with a fierce Irish Whip. Rob’s back smacks into the corner and Dominic hurries across the ring after Garcia in a mad sprint! Sanders leaps up onto the second rope and then clips Garcia under the jaw with a Jumping High Knee or a modified Shining Wizard, take your back. Garcia leans back in the corner looking dazed as Sanders steps out onto the apron.
Aiello: Sanders has momentum on his side.
Jeff quickly leaps up onto the ring apron and starts to plead with Dominic not to ruin Garcia’s face what with Valentine’s Day being so soon. Dominic however doesn’t want to hear what the large foreheaded Noon has to say and promptly pie faces Jeff and shoves Noon off the apron with force.
Carter: Somebody get that damn man out of here!
Sanders hurries up the turnbuckles and climbs up to the top turnbuckle before reaching out and pulling Garcia in to face him. He pulls Rob up onto the second turnbuckle and hooks both arms in a double underhook. Dominic holds the arms and looks ready to finish off Rob but Garcia manages to free his arms and raises Sanders off his feet, sending Dominic up and over with a Back Body Drop off the top rope. Dominic’s back crashes onto the mat as Rob pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle. Rob gives Sanders a crotch chop as he leaps off the top rope with a powerful leg drop!
Bennett: Bitch Please! Bitch Please! Garcia with the top rope leg drop!
Garcia quickly makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!!!
THRE-SANDERS JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST POSSIBLE NANOSECOND!!!
Garcia quickly leaps up to his feet and looks over to Noon who says hit ‘em again! Garcia nods and then quickly rushes to the ropes and comes back with a leaping leg drop!!!
Bennett: A JUST TOO CRAZY AND EXTREME MOVE FOR ANYONE ELSE TO DO!!
Carter: It’s still a GOD DAMN LEG DROP!
Garcia hooks both of Sanders legs for the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-SANDERS KICKS OUT YET AGAIN!!!!!!
The crowd is roaring in approval as both men look anguished and pained from the match they’ve been enduring.
Carter: It’s anyone’s game at this point!
Rob throws another crotch chop at Sanders in frustration as he quickly rushes the ropes and attempts yet another leg drop! As Rob rebounds Sanders quickly gets up to his feet! Dominic throws a lariat at Garcia but Rob ducks underneath, hitting the ropes again as Dominic turns around INTO A LIGHTS OUT FOR HARAMBE!!!
Bennett: LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT! LIGHTS OUT!
Sanders’ head bounces off the mat as his whole massive frame comes tumbling down behind him.
Aiello: Momentum was on Garcia’s side and the massive two hundred and eighty five pound frame of Dominic Sanders has come tumbling down!
Rob quickly hooks both of Sanders’ legs and goes for a jackknife pinning attempt! The referee rolls into position and begins to make the count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THREEEEEE!!!!!!
DING DING DING
The crowd comes unhinged as “Ballin” plays over the loud speaker. Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, ROBBB GAAARCCIAA!!!
Rob stands up in an instant and celebrates like he won the Super Bowl, World Series and World Cup all in the same evening and knew he had a date with seventy super models after. Rob holds his head up high as the ref raises his arm in victory. Dominic slowly rolls out of the ring holding his jaw, he looks back at Garcia and then shakes his head. Sanders makes his way slowly up the ramp as Rob celebrates a hard fought victory.
Bennett: That was glorious! Grand! Spectacular!
Aiello: Neither man should feel like they didn’t do their best. You can make no mistakes and still lose, that’s just how the business works.
Carter: It was a great way to kick off BRAWL 501.
Jeff Noon hands Rob his unsanctioned UWHC title as Rob stares at it, and then up the ramp. Rob rushes out of the ring in a mad sprint, rushing up to Sanders and blindsiding him from behind with a shot to the back of the head! Sanders hit the floor as Rob throws the championship high above his head. Jeff Noon rushes up and grabs Sanders by the arms, holding him up as Rob rubs the metal title plate across Sanders’ face.
Aiello: Garcia is deplorable! There is no need for this!
Bennett: It may be a title that’s not recognized by the EWC, but Rob’s still proud to hold it!
Carter: We gotta go to commercial.
SINGLES MATCH
KENDRICK KROSS
VS JUSTIN MATTHEWS
Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A STANDARD SINGLES MATCH AND IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!!
The lights dim as the first words "I got, I got, I got, I got" start playing.
Stroup: INTRODUCING FIRST FROM LONDON, ENGLAND....
When the word Loyalty hits. The lights come up as stage pyros go off with lights flashing blue and white. Kendrick Kross slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring any of the fans that might be trying to reach out to touch him,
making a point to stay in the middle of the ramp. "From Chelsea, London, UK, Flying K, Kendrick Kross!" Kross heads down the last half of the ramp, adjusting the black leather jacket he has on over his white tank top. Finishing his outfit,
he has on his black jeans and Nike high tops. Kross lets out his only grin as he stops at the end of the ramp before taking the left turn to walk up the steps to the ring. After stepping between the middle and top ropes, he takes off his jacket,
lays it on the turnbuckle to reveal his arms taken over with his tattoos. He hops up on the turnbuckle nearest him and then takes off his tank top revealing the rest of his tats.
Stroup: STANDING AT 6' 2" AND WEIGHING IN AT 215 POUNDS!!!! THE CHELSEA FLIER, KENDRICK KRRRRRRRROOOOOOSSSSSSS!!!!
Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT!!!
The arena goes black and a single spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as "Hail To the King" blasts through the arena. Justin Matthews steps out from behind the curtain wearing a gold robe with a black trim and a dark red hood. Justin Matthews stands in the spotlight for 30 seconds and raises his right fist in the air causing multi-colored pyros to blast off behind him and the arena lights to come back on. Justin Matthews walks down the entrance ramp and rolls into the ring, he takes off his robe and hood as his music stops.
Stroup: FROM DALLAS, TEXAS, STANDING AT 5' 8" AND WEIGHING IN AT 180 POUNDS!!!! JUSTIN MMMMMAAAATTTHHHEEEEEWWSSSS!!!!
Kross looks back across the ring at his opponent, seems to be in the middle of talking a smack train a mile long. He paces back and forth, watching and waiting for the bell to ring.
DING DING DING
Kross rushes the ring with a quickness that is only barely matched by Matthews as the man turns and is met with a hard chop to the chest that sends him staggering back! Kross follows up with another blistering chop, then grabs Matthews by the wrist and irish whips him across the ring. Immediately Kross leaps up, letting Matthews eat a one legg dropkick to the chest!
Aiello: Chop exchange to Irish whip to One Leg dropkick right in Justin's face!!!
Kross rushes to the ropes and springboards with a lionsault, but Matthews dodges, rolling out of the way! Both men get to their feet and immediately Matthews tries to pull Kross to the canvas for a Crossface, but Kross flips out of it before the hold can be locked in and instead pulls Matthews in for a pull back clothesline. Matthews ducks it, slips in behind and drills Kross with a neckbreaker, immediately going in for a pin!
ONE!!!
T-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: Kickout at one and a quarter!
Kross shoves Matthews off and both men roll to their feet, going right into a collar elbow tie up. Immediately Kross pushes Matthew back towards into the ropes. After a moment of struggle, the referee moves in to order the two apart. As he gets in the middle, Justin catches Kendrick with a thumb jab to the eye. Kross growls, rubbing at the eye and finding his focus compromised.
Aiello: Dirty pool with a thumb jab to Kendrick's eye by Justin!
Bennett: Ya' ain't cheatin'? You ain't tryin' son!
Matthews, using the distractoin, rushes to the nearby ropes and springs off with a springboard missile dropkick, catching Kross and sending him to the canvas. Kendrick immediately gets up, clutching his chest while Justin rushes towards the opposing ropes and springboards once again, his arms looking for a grapple, but he's caught with a belly to belly hold by Kendrick finds himself sent up and over with a belly to belly suplex into a pin!
Aiello: Impressive Belly to Belly suplex and pin!!!
ONE!!!
TWO-KICKOUT!!!
Matthews manages to kick out and both men separate. Kendrick rubs at his eye, clearly having trouble seeing through it still. Both men tie up, only for Kross to pull Matthews into a headlock, then whip him to the canvas with a takedown while squeezing his head. After several seconds of holding him down, Matthews starts to fight his way to a stand, Kross rising with him, only for Cross to release the hold, slipping behind to lock on a Full Nelson!
Aiello: Full Nelson locked in...
Just as he's about to bridge for a suplex, Matthews lifts his arms and falls out of the hold to a seat! As Kross reaches down to pick him up, Matthews flops back and throws a leg up, catching him square in the forehead and from there, he rolls Kross up into a Victory Pin!
Aiello: ....No! Escape and a kick to the face of Kross for his troubles, followed by a Victory Rollup pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTHR-KICKOUT!!!
Carter: Justin almost had Kendrick right then and there!
Matthews is forced off with an explosive kick of both of Kross's legs, sending him stumbling forward into the ropes. Kross lines up Matthews and as his opponent shoves off the ropes, he snaps off a fast Superkick to the jaw. Matthews runs into it, chin first with such force that his head is whipped back and yet the momentum carries him forward, his body skidding to the center of the ring. Kross immediately falls upon Justin for another pin!
Aiello: Kross with a textbook Superkick to JM's jaw followed up by another pinfall!!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: Kid's got a jaw of granite there!
Kross gathers Matthews up on spaghetti legs and hurls him into the nearest corner. Kross rushes in, steps up Matthews leg, and cracks him with an Enziguri kick that drops him straight to the canvas. Matthews fights to get up for a moment, only to fall down and roll flat on his back.
Aiello: Step up Enziguri kick in the corner!!!
Kross climbs the turnbuckle and signals for the Flying K, which the crowd pops loudly for. Kendrick crouches down and takes flight with the Pheonix Splash, tumbling through the air and almost seeming as if he were defying gravity in slow motion....
Carter: I smell a Flying K!!!
...Matthews opens his eyes in time to have Kendrick Kross smash across him, landing the picture perfect splash and hooking the leg on impact!!!
Aiello: FLYING K CONNECTS!!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHHHHRRREEE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL, KEEENNNDDDRRRRRRRRIIIICCCCCCCCK KRRRRRRROOOOOSSSS!!!
Kendrick rises from his downed opponent, fist in the air and smiling as his music played over the P/A.
Aiello: Impressive win for the young Kendrick Kross here tonight!!! Matthews had a lot of heart, and shows a whole lot of promise but Kross was the better man here tonight
Carter: Looking forward to seeing what he'll do next!
Backstage we are in the parking lot, where we see Nostalgia walking into the building with his luggage. He is well dressed and looks confident for his match tonight.
He walks up to the back doors and is greeted by two security guards who open the door for him. Nostalgia nods his head and thanks them and continues on in to the building. He walks through the back area pulling his luggage. There seems to be no one around. That is until we see Rob Garcia and his manager Jeff Noon step out from behind two dumpsters. Nostalgia doesn't see them and keeps going about his business. Rob and Jeff slowly creep around the dumpsters and we now see Rob is holding his so called "prestigious" Undefeated championship. Rob raises it in the air and then bolts towards Nostalgia!
BANG!!!
Rob smashed the title into the back of Nostalgias head and it sends Nostalgia flying to the ground! He tries to get to his feet but Rob starts to stomp away at him! Garcia throws his title on the ground picks up Nostalgia and DDT's him into the Undefeated championship!!!
At this time 3 referees come running to the back to break it up. Nostalgia is bleeding. Rob picks up his title of the ground and two of the ref's start to push him back as the third goes in to check on Nostalgia. Rob starts to laugh.
Rob: Hahaha!! You think you could just beat up my manager and best friend and get away with it Now?! HUH!? This is only the beginning! I am going to make your life a living hell in EC while Jeff makes your life a living hell in the court room! Hahaha!
Jeff runs over and hides behind Rob even though it looks like Nostalgia is out for the moment after the cheap shot by Rob.
Jeff: Yeah! You got what you deserved! This is only the beginning!
Nostalgia starts to gain consciousness. Rob and Jeff laugh and then run off before Nostalgia even realizes what has happened.
SINGLES MATCH
DARIAN GRAY
VS FRATER PERDURABO
Carter: Oh, I know you'll be excited Bennett.
Bennett: Why's that?
Aiello: Probably about there being a ReVenant involved in the next match.
Bennett: Oh joy has come to this sum' bitch!
IN THIS YOUR TIME OF NEED
YOU'RE TURNING TO THE LIGHT
A hush has fallen over the audience, as well as the commentary table.
YOU HAVE JUST BEGUN TO EXPLORE THE DARK IN THE URBAN NIGHT
Momentarily, the spotlight that once illuminated the stage ceases to be and leaves the arena in a pitch black state.
THE WORLD IS ON FIRE
"Deus in Absentia" by Ghost rips through the arena. What was once darkness is broken by the bright lights on the stage; standing center is Frater Perdurabo holding a staff topped with what could be assumed as some sort of holy symbol. Behind him were four men, each dressed in robes and sporting plague doctor's masks. They stood two abreast and in two rows, each with a hand wrapped around a pole jutting out from the sides of an altar that was centered between them. The first step was taken by Frater and his cloaked men followed.
Jessica Stroup: Hailing from The Church of the Golden Light, he is the prophet of the one true savior - Frater Perdurabo!
Once at the base of the steps, the cloaked men set the altar down and two set themselves onto the apron and spread the ropes while Frater climbed the stairs and stepped between them with a hand on his hat to keep it in place. Once in the ring, "Deus in Absentia" faded from the PA and the cloaked men stood with their backs to the crowd along the barricade with the altar at their feet. Frater took to the center of the ring and beckoned for the fans in attendance to share in his sanctimonious display.
Carter: I don't know about you, Aiello, but I've been looking forward to this one all week. I know for a fact we've got two men right here that want to make an impact.
Aiello: After the rough patches both men have been in, I can't wait to see them tear into each other. I want to know whose hungrier.
Frater presents himself to the people as the crowd doesn't know what to make of him, but they boo him.
Jessica Stroup: From Long Beach, California...Representing the ReVenants! He is "The Portrait"! Darian Graaay!
The intro of "The Man" begins to play over the PA systems, a few annoying fans clapping along to the beat. As the tune continues, a beautiful figure emerges. Darian smiles as he takes a step or two out, placing his hands gently on his hips. Relishing in the boos for a moment, two other smaller figures pop out to either side of him, snapping their cameras at him. Gray places a hand up to his ear and pretends as if he can't hear the crowd well enough. He shrugs, seemingly giving up on the fans, and turns towards the cameramen. Posing for them, they continue to take numerous pictures.
Bennett: You think if I hang out with Darian, I’d get my picture taken?
Aiello: They’d probably crop you out.
One of the "paparazzi" hands Darian something that makes him chuckle. He pulls the other cameraman in, making him look. The man gives a nervous thumbs up as Gray pats him on the back. He nonchalantly strolls down the ramp, tossing out what he was handed. Which were 8x10s of himself. A fan makes a snarky comment, which catches The Portrait's attention. Darian turns and begins to yell repeatedly back and forth with the fan, finally waving his hand in a "I'm done with you" manner.
Aiello: Never have I seen such pompous circumstances.
Bennet: Oh yeah!
Moving on, he heads up the stairs, walking onto the apron. He barks at the fans again as he leans on the ropes. Turning, Darian crawls through them, the cameramen following close behind. With a proud grin, he poses to perfection in his corner.
DING DING DING
The Referee calls for the bell and Darian doesn't hesitate to hoist Perdurabo up and then down with a double leg takedown! Darian’s immense size and weight advantage is very evident from the get go. Darian pummels away at Frater Perdurabo with fierce tenacity, using completely illegal closed fist. The referee is trying to yank Darian off as Frater fights back swinging wildly with haymakers.
Aiello: These two are trading bombs out here!
Darian pushes Frater back into the ropes and on the rebound delivers a swift headbutt to daze the smaller adversary. Darian rushes forward and nails a spine tingling spinning neckbreaker and then goes for the first cover of the contest as the referee moves into position.
ONE!
TW-FRATER KICKS OUT!
Darian drives his forearm up against Frater 's skull a couple times and tries again with the cover hooking both legs with one arm.
ONE!
TWO
KICKOUT!!!
KICKOUT!!!
Frater kicks out before three. Frustrating Darian who slaps Frater upside the head a few times and pulls him up and mockingly trash talks the much smaller Frater face to face. Darian goes to shove Perdurabo back into the ropes again but Frater leaps up with a dropkick to the knee! Darian is on shaky legs as he stumbles back, Perdurabo rushing behind Darian and executing a picture perfect chop block! Darian crashes into the canvas as Frater makes a cover.
ONE!
TW-DARIAN REVERSES IT INTO A COVER OF HIS OWN!
The ref counts again!
ONE!
TWO
FRATER KICKS OUTS!
Carter: "Darian is going for a lot of covers here. It almost seems like he's trying to end this as quickly as possible."
Darian yells at the referee to do his damn job as he slowly picks Frater up to a vertical base.
Bennett: Let me guess. You think he's afraid of Frater! Darian wants to rub it in Frater 's face that he could get the job done with little effort.
Carter: After his embarrassing debut defeat last week for not putting away Justin Matthews, I think Darian is trying to correct the mistakes of his past.
Carter: After his embarrassing debut defeat last week for not putting away Justin Matthews, I think Darian is trying to correct the mistakes of his past.
Darian whips Frater Perdurabo into the corner but Frater reverses it and drives Darian right into the mat with a Jumping Complete Shot Flatliner! Darian’s head bounces off the mat and he jumps back up to his feet into the nearby corner for reprieve.
Aiello: Darian’s on the ropes.
Frater is right behind Darian with a running shoulder thrust into the midsection! Frater repeats the process three times, and then three more times, punishing Darian's midsection with his shoulder. He finally peels Darian off the turnbuckle, yanking him out and right into a short-arm clothesline that nearly turns Darian inside out! Frater contemplates a cover but changes his mind. He stomps a boot down onto Darian's perfect face.
Carter: Well, that's a bit dirty.
Bennett: Dirty? That's disrespectful!
Bennett: Dirty? That's disrespectful!
Frater just shrugs his shoulders and does it again. Frater puts his hands on the ropes as he squashes his boot against Darian’s head. The Ref counts to four before Frater releases. Without hesitation, Frater drops a knee right onto Darian's face and switches into a cover.
ONE!
TW-DARIAN KICKS OUT!
Darian shoves Frater off of him with authority as the bigger, larger Darian Gray stumbles back up to his feet. Frater rushes at Darian who throws a clothesline that Frater ducks underneath. Darian spins around and Frater pops up with a European Uppercut that catches Darian under the chin.
Carter: SHOCK OF ACCEPTANCE!!!
Bennett: Isn’t it something Italian?
Bennett: Isn’t it something Italian?
Carter: You try pronouncing it.
Darian doesn’t faulter as he staggers on his feet. Frater whips Darian back into the corner and charges in with another shoulder thrust but Darian dives to the side at the last possible moment! Frater collides with the top turnbuckle sternum first and stumbles out of the corner. Darian rushes at Frater with a running big boot.
Bennett: THE BRUSH WITH EXCELLENCE!
Frater ducks underneath the Running Big Boot as Darian rebounds off the ropes and drive him down with a spine twisting Spinning Spinebuster!
Aiello: CULLING OF THE WEAK! FRATER HAS THIS ONE WON!
Frater makes the cover and the referee begins to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!!!!
TH-DARIAN KICKS OUT!!!
Frater is looking up at the referee with shock and awe on his face. He couldn’t believe that Darian Gray had kicked out. Perdurabo grabs the ref by his shirt collar and begins yelling loudly at the official.
Carter: Frater needs to pay attention here.
Darian lumbers back up to his feet as Frater still has his back turned! Darian waves his hand for Frater who turns around at the wrong time and eats a boot to the gut. Darian cuts a thumb across his throat, hoists Perdurabo up and then drives the skull faced one into the canvas with a Wrist-Clutch Fisherman’s Driver!!!
Bennett: AESTHETIC DRIVER No.9!!!!!!!
Darian places one hand across Frater’s chest as the referee makes the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
DING DING DING
Aloe Blacc begins to blare over the PA systems as Darian Gray is announced the winner.
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner, DARIAN GRAY!!!!
Darian brushes the sweat off his chest and winks into the camera as he jumps up to his feet to celebrate his victory.
Bennett: Darian’s righted the ship and now it’s all smooth sailing from here for the rookie!
Aiello: Frater gave it his all and had dished out his best, but Darian was more determined to escape with the win.
Aiello: Frater gave it his all and had dished out his best, but Darian was more determined to escape with the win.
Darian Gray pulls out a pocket mirror and investigates his face. Grinning as it was still as perfect as he last remembered. Perdurabo rolls out of the ring as Darian soaks in the chorus of boos and naysayers who just don’t like him or his ReV brethren’s ways.
Neo James Carner is back in the ReVenants locker room with the whole cast of rabble rousers in tow. Darian Gray pops off the cork off a bottle of Ace of Spades champagne as Keith Williams combs his mustache in the mirror. Rob Garcia is being explained by Jeff Noon what a court order is. Neo stands in the middle of the room with Ace Heart as an interview is being conducted.
Ace Heart: “I’m back here in the ReVenants locker room with the current EWC Television Champion, Neo James Carner. Neo I wante-”
Neo lifts his hand to stop Ace from speaking.
NJC: “I want a restraining for you but you just don't get what you want sometimes. Ace, you’re the last person I want to hear and the last human being I want to see, so why don’t you do me a favor; Hold the damn microphone steady and silence yourself. Let me correct you real quick, I’m not just the current EWC Television Champion, I’ll always be the EWC Television Champion. My championship reign has a brighter future than anybody in FSW, and hell, my title reign is going to last a whole hell of a lot longer than Prime will as a franchise.”
Neo hoists the EWC Television title up from his waist.
NJC: “You’re looking at the longest reigning champion in EWC with the most defenses. I’m a better champ than Luke Wolfe. That’s why my boy Keith is going to ReV-invent that sideshow circus X division! Keith’s gonna just give it a nice little dignified facelift, boob job and turn it into XXX Division! You can believe it and bank on it any day of the week!”
Keith gives a wink in the mirror and a slap of his own rear end then goes back to brushing his stache.
NJC: “Rob Garcia is a freight train with all the momentum in the world, everywhere he goes the people start talking. He’s out dealing the most vicious justice with that Lights Out For Harambe. You’d be a fool to cross ‘em, right Nostalgia? Looks like you’ll be drowning in court fees in no time! Darian Gray is already proving to be a hot commodity, he’s adjusting to the level of a Super Elite Athlete just fine. We’ve got everybody green with envy trying to form their Breakfast Clubs to try and match the awesomeness of the ReVenants.”
Neo drapes the TV title across his own shoulder.
NJC: “But I’m looking to the future, I’m looking past this little walk down memory lane. Nostalgia, you’re something I put in my rear view a long time ago and look at you know. Fresh out the cold with a new jacket and partner, you’ve changed I must say. For the better I might add. Honestly though, do you think you’ve got a chance of walking out of here with this championship? You honestly believe you got what it takes?”
Neo taps the faceplate of his championship.
NJC: “You’re as diluted with false knowledge as Amis CNN Shelton if you think that I’m not walking out of this arena with my GOLD! Amis is someone I also look forward to making a distant memory, just like how long it’s been since he was relevant...very distant. Amis, you remind me of a famous Scottish quote. I may be paraphrasing a little but it goes a little something like this.”
Neo clears his throat.
NJC: “Losers always whine about their best, losers go home and fuck your wife.”
Neo gives a little wink.
NJC: “And speaking of cucks, Ace King. Don’t think I didn’t notice you finally noticing me. I bet you’ve been watching this whole little segment with baited breath, hoping, begging, pleading to hear me mention your name. How's it feel to want? Tell me.”
Neo lets out a little soft chuckle.
NJC: “I guess I’ll give you what you really want.”
Neo smirks.
NJC: “You’re welcome. You’re welcome, you can thank me all you want for making you who you are today. I helped you win that Rumble, I know it, the Pissant Eddie Crackcocaine knows it, and most importantly of all...You know it. The whole damn world knows it, the audience knows it, the fat boys getting nacho cheese with their pretzels know it. Guess who isn't in the main event of Brawl this week?! Why it's your best in the world, best friend Drake, who you guessed it, knows I HANDED that match to you on a silver platter! Does it still eat you up inside to choke that hard after being handed everything? Consider yourself warned, whether I win or lose here tonight.
Neo narrows his eyes.
NJC: “You’re the next obstacle in my path.”
Neo winks and he shoves Ace Heart out of the ReVs locker room. The boys cheer and pop off another bottle.
SINGLES MATCH
KEITH WILLIAMS
VS CAL PINE
Bennett: Our next match features a very sleazy explorer who ventures from brand to brand spreading the good word of the ReVenants.
Carter: Pastors with sleazy problems aside, Keith Williams vs Cal Pine is next.
The opening chords of Coheed & Cambria's "The Hard Sell" echo throughout the arena as "The Manic Munchkin" Cal Pine makes his way through the curtain, bouncing lightly to the beat, with Mia Moss at his side. He smirks as he glances out at the crowd, ignoring the loud negative response the fans are giving him. Cal drops to one knee and holds his arms out as if to gloat, still bouncing lightly with the music, as Mia stands behind him with her hands resting on his shoulders.
Jessica Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing the first competitor, hailing from Denver, Colorado. Standing five foot six and weighing in at one hundred eighty five pounds … The Manic Munchkin … CAL … PINE!
Cal slaps the ground and rises to his feet before casually making his way towards the ring. He pauses before rolling into the ring so Mia can give him a customary good luck kiss on the cheek. Cal gets into a fighting stance and throws some shadow strikes to loosen up before leaning in the corner as he waits for the match to start.
Carter: You gotta love a blue chipper like this smaller hoss Cal Pine, he's a workhorse and possibly seen as a darkhorse going into this match.
Bennett: You're using terms I don't think you understand, and you best watch yourself boy. You're pissing off my southern charm.
The arena is plunged into darkness as "Roman Holiday" by Every Time I Die screeches its way out of the speakers in the arena, triggering the attention of those in attendance to the stage where dark blue lights have started to go off. As the tempo of the song picks up, it can barely be seen that someone has made their way out in the middle of the darkness, planting themselves in the middle of the stage. As the opening lyrics are shouted out, the dark blue fades away and the regular lights come on full strength, showing the back of Keith Williams as he's pointing at what's on his clothing. He's noticeably wearing a black denim vest that's covered in patches of bands, with the words "California C*nt" printed on the back in a font style you might find with a death metal or black metal band, directly below this is a giant mustache graphic that's been ironed on as well.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, now approaching the ring, from Sacramento, California. Standing six foot three, and weighing in at two hundred thirty four pounds. Representing the ReVenants … the California C*nt … KEITH WILLIAMS!
Bennett: Ah, just hearing it makes my day better.
Carter: Quiet, you!
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.
Carter: These two men are set to compete, this will be a technical classic to say the least.
Aiello: Neither men is a slouch in the mat skill department.
DING DING DING
Bennett: Let's get it on!
Williams openly smirks as Cal wastes no time in stepping up chest to chest, an almost glazed look in his eyes as he smiles up at the larger man. In a quick move, Pine looks for a chop to Williams’ chest, but the bigger man tanks the blow and answers with one of his own, causing the smaller Pine to stagger back. Williams lunges in with an elbow to the jaw, then a hard right hand that snaps Pine’s head back. Keith whips the smaller man to the ropes, looking for a lariat, but Cal ducks into a forward roll, coming back up and spinning around to throw Williams over with a German suplex, dumping the big man on his shoulders.
ONE!
T-KEITH POWERS HIS SHOULDER UP!!!
Carter: Much too early for that.
Bennett: Cal didn't think it'd be that easy, did he?
Keith powers out, rolling to a knee just as Pine turns and hits a basement dropkick to the side of his head. Williams rolls away and Pine follows, looking for a senton, but Keith just avoids it. Getting to his feet, Williams reaches down to pull Pine up, but Cal hits a shot to the ribs, then another, before shoving Williams back and hitting him with a shoulder block. Williams keeps his feet, but staggers back into the ropes, using them to come off with a back elbow, but Pine reverses it into a Japanese arm drag, dumping Williams to the mat. As Keith gets to his feet, Pine flips over with a neckbreaker, taking him back down again, then floats over into a cradling pin, stacking Williams up again.
Bennett: That boy Cal is out his damn mind!
ONE!
TW-KICK WORMS HIS WAY OUT!
Aiello: Whoa! Close call there!
Bennett: You think Keith would take me with him when he goes from brand to brand? He can sell shaving cream, and I could sell cowboy hats.
Again, Williams breaks loose. As he sits up, Cal hits him with a stiff kick to the spine, before backing into the ropes and rebounding off for a low dropkick to the same spot. Williams stiffens from the pain and rolls to the side, trying to get his knees under him. Pine hits the ropes again, this time looking for a knee trembler, but Williams drives up from his knees and hoists him up into a high flapjack, almost decapitating him with a Too Sleazy Uppercut on the way down! The force of impact almost flips Pine over backward onto his belly. Dropping down, Williams rolls him over and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
CAL'S FOOT IS SUSPICIOUSLY ON THE ROPE!
CAL'S FOOT IS SUSPICIOUSLY ON THE ROPE!
On replay, Mia is seen reaching up and hooks Cal’s foot on the ropes, calling out to the referee who looks up and stops the count.
Bennett: That darn filthy cheater!
Carter: I mean, the best way to beat a cheater is to out cheat them.
Bennett: Shut up, nobody asks you anything ever!
Staring back over his shoulder, Keith stares at Mia, and just kisses the air, reaching up to sweep his fingers over his razor-sharp mustache. Grabbing a handful of Pine’s hair, he pulls him up and hooks him for a suplex, but Pine traps the ankle to counter it. In answer, Williams brings his knee up hard, driving it repeatedly into Cal’s gut before hoisting him up and throwing him over with a released drop suplex, letting him crash to the canvas. Clutching at his head, Pine gets to his knees and starts to push himself up, but Williams gut wrenches him up and brings him back down with a sideswipe powerbomb before bridging over with a jackknife pin.
ONE!
TWO!!!!!!
PINE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!!!!!
Pine just manages to wriggle loose. Getting to his feet, Williams casually backs into the ropes before coming off with a jumping knee drop to the back of Pine’s skull. Clutching his head, Cal rolls away, escaping under the ropes to the floor with Mia over quickly to help. Stepping up to the ropes, the referee starts the count, but Williams just ducks through the ropes and drops down to the mats.
(1)
Still trying to clear the cobwebs, Pine does what he can to keep the ring between himself and Williams.
(2)
Both men rotate back and forth, with Pine stumbling now and then as Mia struggles to keep him up.
(3)
Williams starts to close in as they round the steel steps. Suddenly Cal turns and kicks them into Williams knees, tripping him up. (4)
Pine pushes away from Mia and stomps on the back of Keith’s head, before using the bottom of the ring steps as a launch pad to hit a frog splash to Williams spine. Grabbing the apron, Pine pulls himself up and rolls back into the ring.
(5)
As Pine lays on his back and catches his breath, Williams slowly pushes himself up to his knees, grabbing the apron and dragging himself back up to his feet.
(6)
Slowly, he hoists himself onto the apron and rolls back in to break the count, but Pine sits up and rolls over, trying to grab hold of his ankle. Williams tries kicking away, but Cal gets to a knee, and then up to his feet, starting to cinch in the ankle lock, but Keith manages to twist around and kick him away. Using the ropes to get to his feet, Williams turns as Pine rushes in with a clothesline. Ducking under, Keith hoists Cal up and drops him across the rope with a stun gun, following up with a Golden Elbow to the back of the skull as he recoils. Catching the dazed Pine, Keith locks an arm between his legs, tying Cal up in a pump handle before swinging him around into the K-DRIVER!
ONE!
TWO!!!!
KEITH ROLLS CAL PINE INTO THE TREBEK ONLY LIVED ONCE DOUBLE CHICKEN WING SUBMISSION!! KEITH TORQUES HARD, CRANKING AND YANKING. CAL'S TAPPING!!
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner… The California C*nt … KEITH … WILLIAMS!
Bennett: Wow! I can't believe it! TOLO for the win!
Carter: Cal Pine has nothing to be ashamed of there, he did his best.
Aiello: Williams was just a bit hungrier. Don't go anywhere folks .. Brawl is JUST getting started
Williams is still in the ring after the match he just had with Cal Pine. Williams seems to have collected himself when as he goes to exit the ring...
The lights dim down to a pitch black, the sound of rain echos through the arena, lightning flashing and thunder up on the jumbo-tron.
The sound of the thunderstorm fades out seamlessly into "Invincible" by Skillet.
Luke Wolfe's entrance music draws a mixed reaction from the crowd in attendance while Keith looks up at the top of the ramp way, expecting the appearance of the EWC X-Division Champion at any moment.
Joe Aiello: One has to wonder what Luke Wolfe has in store for Keith Williams. After that cowardly attack on Friday Night Rampage this past week, you have to imagine he won't be holding back.
Steve Bennett: That's an understatement, Aiello!
Unbeknownst to the sleaziest member of the ReVenants, a mysterious figure has jetted their way through the crowd, wearing a hoodie and plain street clothes. For some reason they have no trouble whatsoever in getting past security, hopping the barricade and positioning themselves on the ring apron directly behind him. The crowd is going bananas knowing something that Keith doesn't know yet.
Joe Aiello: OH MY GOD! WILLIAMS HAS NO IDEA!
Max Carter: He's about to find out!
They barely take anytime at all to prepare, hopping to the top rope and sailing through the air with a springboard flying forearm that finds the mark on the back of Keith's head. The person throws back the hood of their sweatshirt to reveal... It's Luke Wolfe! Luke is on top of Keith immediately, peppering Williams with shots to the face and ribs. He has no time to react as he's picked up and pulled into the air. Wolfe lets him hover upside down momentarily, then brings him down to the mat with a vicious vertical suplex powerslam!
Joe Aiello: FALLEN ANGEL! FALLEN ANGEL! AND HE FOLLOWED IT UP WITH THE DOOMSDAY DROP!
Max Carter: Williams is probably regretting what he did to Jessica now.
Steve Bennett: If you ask me, she probably looks better with the charcoal look.
Right as he's hitting the move, Darian Gray and Rob Garcia are about halfway down the ramp, sprinting towards the ring. Luke thinks better of the situation, ducking out and sliding under the bottom rope in the nick of time as the other two ReVenants come to save their brother. Wolfe clears the barricade again, hurriedly pushing his way back through the crowd until he's completely surrounded by fans. Slowly, the leader of Legion turns around and stares back at Keith Williams who is still recovering. The two refuse to break eye contact with one another, while Williams reaches up to feel his mouth and discovers that his lip has been busted open.
The Messiah, never blinking, points at Keith and draws a thumb across his throat. With the help of Rob and Darian, The Sleazy One makes it to his feet. He points at Luke as well, motioning towards his waist that he plans to relieve Rampage's savior of his EWC X-Division Championship.
The crowd is split in terms of who they're supporting right now. Keith and Luke keep this Mexican standoff going a little longer until Wolfe turns back around and disappears through the crowd, leaving Keith to tend to his wounds.
Joe Aiello: These two continue to wage war with each other, not caring what show has to deal with the fallout of their actions.
Max Carter: I can tell you what, Aiello, it's going to come to a head eventually. Mark my words.
Steve Bennett: You hear that, Aiello? Mark his words. Like this guy knows what's really going on!
SINGLES MATCH
RUTHANN HUNTER
VS AJ JOHNSON
Stroup: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A STANDARD SINGLES MATCH AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST....
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
The crowd starts to chant that part of the song out loud. As the lights go out as Fall Out Boy Centuries came blasting on. They look up at the ramp standing there with a smoke surround her was Ruthless Aggression with her head down. She lifts up her head as she has a long black trench coat that fit her body. As she walking down the ramp it a has "EWC 4 Life" written across it with a picture of a baseball bat on under it in blue and red colors. She smirks as she stops in the middle of the middle ramp looking around taking in the crowd. She closed her eyes as the words came blasting over the speakers.
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
And just one mistake
Is all it will take.
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
Hey, hey, hey
Remember me for centuries
She then threw her fist up in the air as she just stood there with a sick grin on her face. She walks towards the steps. She climbs inside of the ring and jumps up onto the turnbuckle as she sings the chorus with them.
Du du du du-du du du
Du du du du du-du du du
She then jumps down and turns around facing the person taking off the trench coat. She hands it to the person on the outside ready to fight.
Stroup: FROM SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA.... STANDING AT 5'8" AND 200 POUNDS... RUTHLESS AGGRESSION, RUTHAAAAAAAAANNNN HHHHUUUUNNNNTTTTTEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!
Ruth threw her arms up in the air and then clapped to the fans as they gave her a huge pop!
Crowd: LET'S GO RUTHIE!!! KICK THAT ASS!!! LET'S GO RUTHIE!!! KICK THAT ASS!!!
Aiello: The fans clearly behind Ruthless Aggression tonight!
Carter: Well you heard her, she's out to avenge her friend, Rebel Rhodes! Chances are, if she gets her way, Rhodes won't have anything left to beat on!
Bennett: I don't know why ya'll giving so much sympathy to the Rebel. She fell for the oldest trick in the book!
Stroup: AND HER OPPONENT....
*HUGE HEEL JEERS!*
Bennett: They ain't even given my boy a chance to enter before they start booing his ass!
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. Jessica Stroup ignores him completely, however and slaps the microphone out of his hand. He glares at Jessica with venomous hate.
Stroup: *regarding him* ...I have one job and I will do it... FROM ATLANTA, GEORGIA, STANDING AT 6'2" AND WEIGHING IN AT 225 POUNDS, THAT SON OF A BITCH, AJ JJJJJOOOOOHHHHHNNNNSSSOOOONNNN!!
*FACE ANNOUNCER POP!*
Suddenly he's in Jessica Stroup's face, backing her up as he chews her out with wanton abandon, words like 'bitch' and 'whore' feintly picked up by the microphone. Immediately, Ruthann shoves him back from Jessica and shouts, "PICK ON ME INSTEAD, BITCH BOY!"
Carter: Ruthann isn't going to let AJ Johnson lay a finger on Jessica Stroup tonight!
Aiello: But is it a good idea to antagonize him before the bell even rings?
Bennett: Why not? I did it all the time back in the day. If they're pissed, they ain't playing straight and that's what Ruthie wants to accomplish here!
AJ goes for a hard slap but Ruthann catches the slapping hand, twisting and turning him straight into a painful wristlock with his hand bent back almost with his knuckles touching the forearm!
AJ: AAAAAAHHHH!!! FUCK!!!! LEGGO! LEGGO!!!
Carter: That looks like it hurts!
Aiello: She's got his wrist right at the breaking point!!!
Bennett: And The Ref doesn't give one iota of a care as he rings that bell either, hahahaha....
The Referee motions for the bell!
DING DING DING!
AJ twists and turns, trying to fold his hand out of the painful hold. Ruthann moves with him however and keeps the pressure on. Just as it seems like she's about to break his wrist, AJ falls back in a way that takes the leverage off of his wrist and pulls Ruthann to the canvas with a double leg takedown! From there he slaps on a headlock to try and ground her out.
Aiello: Johnson quick to turn the tide with a leg takedown and headlock, but Ruthann's already fighting it!
That doesn't keep Ruthless Aggression down long! She slides her legs up and slowly forces the heavier AJ to a stand, then slips her head free, lifts him up into a backdrop, only to spin out and catch him with a neckbreaker drop on the canvas! AJ rolls onto his side, clutching at his neck as Ruthann leaps up and shouts, "THIS IS FOR REBEL!!!"
Aiello: A very smooth backdrop to spinout neckbreaker by Ruthann on AJ Johnson!
Carter: Ruthann has been jumping at the bit to get her hands on AJ Johnson for taking out her friend, Melinda Rhodes!
He crawls to the ropes and as he's starting to get up, Ruthann rushes straight at him with a lariat, driving him up and over the ropes. She turns away and walks a few steps towards the center of the ring as he catches the ropes mid flip and pulls himself back up on the apron....
Aiello: Johnson skinning the cat here!
...As she turns back around, AJ pulls back on the ropes and leaps onto the ropes and flies straight at Ruthanne with springboard hurricanrana, flinging her head first to the canvas in spectacular fashion! Ruthann sits up on impact, clutching the back of her head.
Bennett: Nice moves by AJ right there!!!
Aiello: Slingshot Hurricanrana on Ruthann Hunter!
AJ rushes full steam with a low orbit dropkick right to Ruthanne's back. She thrashes forward and rolls onto her side with a grimace of pain! Johnson doesn't let up there, repeatedly stomping and kicking at her lower back over and over. Ruthann tries to fight her way to her feet, but keeps getting rocked right back down!
Aiello: AJ Johnson attacking the lower back of Ruthann Hunter now with vicious kicks and stomps!
It takes the referee getting involved for AJ to finally back off. AJ roars at the top of his lungs at the referee, "THIS IS A MATCH! GET OFF MY BACK, MONKEY!!!"
Carter: Hey the ref's just doing his job! Why don't you back off monkey?!
As he turns back around he sees Ruthann using the ropes to pull herself to a stand. Johnson lines himself up a bit and rushes in full speed with a flying leap at Ruthann. Ruthie ducks and pulls the top rope down, letting him go flying over the top and straight to the floor.
Aiello: Ruthann in trouble, but saves her self by pulling on the top rope, sending AJ Johnson to the floor!
She leans against the ropes, a hand to the small of her back as she watches him struggle for a moment to get to his feet, his back turned. AJ then turns to face her just as Ruthann pulls on the top rope and uses all of her strength to hurl herself up and over the ropes with a flying body splash. The two crash to the floor together with Ruthann driving punishing forearm shots into AJ's face over and over again! After about six or seven shots, she rises from his body, head whipped with the adrenaline filled roar of a vicious lioness!!!
Carter: Ruthann's really laying into Johnson with that slingshot, almost Lou Thesz Press style splash and knuckle combo!
Bennett: AJ better get his shit together up in this sumbitch and turn the tide!
AJ Johnson rolls onto his hands and knees, trying to crawl until he could get to a stand, but he doesn't get far as Ruthann moves in behind him, grabs his legs and pulls him into a wheel barrel hold, arms tightly locked around his waist.
AJ: NOOOO!!! NONONONONONONONONOOOO!!!
Aiello: We've seen this before!!!
He screams as he shakes his head wildly and Ruthann cackles like a mad woman as she proceeds to viciously swing him into the guard rail over and over, slamming his head and shoulders into the steel repeatedly with a move she calls THE PISS OFF.
Aiello: Ruthann is physically telling AJ Johnson to Piss off here and now!!!
Carter: Potential concussion city out there!!
She quickly tires, throwing around a man that's only twenty-five pounds heavier than herself, and releases, tossing him to the apron. Ruthann leans against the railing to collect herself. The fans pat her back and show a bit of love.
Aiello: Wisely Ruthann tossed AJ away, clearly not able to maintain that slam fest for too long.
As the referee nears the top of the ten count, AJ still struggling to get to his feet, Ruthann moves towards the ring, rolling in and back out to keep the match going. She fails to notice AJ fishing for something under the ring and as she bends down, applying a choke hold in the process, he cracks her in the forehead with a short lead pipe, unseen by the referee! Ruthann's head snaps back and she rolls off of him, clutching at her forehead as the fans boo in uproar!!
Carter: THAT BASTARD!
Aiello: He had that small lead pipe waiting there the whole time?! HOW? How did he even know he'd be in that spot?!
Bennett: Ancient Chinese secret, you Padawan level sumbitch. Ya' hide your weapon on all sides and you'll always be ready to grab it!
CROWD: YOU SUCK!!! YOU SUCK!!! YOU SUCK!!!
AJ tosses the pipe back under the apron and rises to his feet with laugh.
AJ: YOUR MOTHERS TAUGHT ME HOW!!!!!
Carter: Confirmed, AJ sucks. He admits it.
Bennett: Your girlfriend sucks too, last I checked.
Aiello: Will you STOP?!
As Ruthann gets on all fours, AJ rushes in with a vicious kick straight to her gut that rolls her into the guard rail. A fan leans over the railing, roaring at him. AJ grabbed him by his face and shoved him back into his seat while shouting, "SIT DOWN FAT BOY!"
Bennett: That's right, AJ, you tell that fat sumbitch to sit his ass down! He's a customer, not a damn wrestler!!
AJ gathers up Ruthann and tosses her back into the ring, sliding in right behind her. As she fights to get up, clearly stunned and seeing double from the pipe shot to the forehead. It's when she's nearly standing that AJ spins her around with a gut kick and drills her with a fast scoop into a Michinoku Driver and pin!
Aiello: MICHINOKU DRIVER PIN!!!
ONE!!
TWO!!!
TTTHRR-KICKOUT!!!
Ruthann throws a shoulder up and AJ sits up with a glare, holding up three fingers at the ref, who shoots back only two and shakes his head.
Aiello: Ruthann kicks out just shy of a full three count and Johnson disputing the ref's count!
Carter: Bitch bitch bitch.... Just wrestle you bleach blond asshole!
Gathering Ruthann up, AJ tosses her into a nearby corner, then bursts at her with a mad sprint, only for her to throw a boot up in his face! He staggers back while she sags in the corner for a moment to catch her breath and try to shake the cobwebs lose. AJ steps back, shaking his head and then rushes in at her again. Ruthann pushes up on the ropes and wraps her legs around his head!
Aiello: Caught... or is he?!
AJ tries to pull her off the ropes to deliver a powerbomb, but she maintains that strong grip. It's when he pulls his hardest that she releases, whips around, and drives him to the canvas with a twisting Hurricanrana straight into a pinfall holding only one of his legs!
Carter: NNNNICE!
Aiello: Powerbomb reversed into a spinning Hurricanrana pin!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHRRRE-KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: AJ just barely manages to slide out from under Ruthann, throwing his shoulder up in the process!
Bennett: You know, that'd be a pinfall I'd happily take. I always love me some Ruthie!
Ruthann gathers him up, boots him in the gut, and straddles his head with a standing headscissor. Then she lifts and flips AJ Johnson up onto her back, gripping her in a hangman's neckbreaker against the back of her head. He struggles for several seconds and just as she's about to drop, he manages to free himself, spinning around and bringing her down with a modified reverse Bulldog, both hitting the mat at the same time, but it's Ruthann that's clutching the back of her head in pain!
Aiello: AJ Johnson with an reverse bulldog counter, avoiding Ruthann's Nightmare in the process!!
Johnson lays there for a moment, working to get his breathing under control. Ruthann lays on her side with grit teeth, holding the back of her head.
Bennett: They're already gettin' tired?! Boohoo, I used to do one hour Iron Man matches back in my day!
AJ sits up and slowly picks himself up at the same time that Ruthann rises up to her knees. Thinking fast, he snaps off a fast back kick, which she catches in both hands, then gets to her feet. AJ fires off an Enziguri counter, but Ruthann ducks it. He lands on the kicking foot, hopping before flipping forward and driving his foot into her jaw with an inverse Enziguri thrust kick. Her head snaps back as she releases the foot, staggers back and falls to one knee.
Aiello: Foot caught, Enziguri kick misses, on wait, flip underside Enziguri followup connects! Ruthann's staggered!!!
Johnson lines Hunter up, hops away from then straight towards her with a snap Superkick to the jaw! Ruthann's head snaps back once more and she falls to the canvas! AJ scrambles over her and hooks both legs!
Carter: And there's the superkick!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHHHHRRRRREE-KICKOUT!!!
Ruthann violently thrashes, rolling onto her side with bleary eyes and a hand outstretched, her breathing heavy and labored at the near defeat! Behind her, AJ claws at his hair furiously, then holds up three fingers and slaps his hands really fast at the referee who once again holds up two and a half fingers and shakes his head. AJ hops to his feet and shoves the Ref back, shouting, "DO YOUR JOB! COUNT YOU PARTIAL BASTARD!!! ONE! TWO! THREE!!! JEEAZUS!!!!"
Aiello: Ruthann kicks out and AJ is getting LIVID with the referee now!
Bennett: We know the ref's a dumbass, AJ, stop getting all hot and bothered by that man's utter incompedence and Stupidity!!!
The referee points his finger at AJ and shouts back at him, "KNOCK OFF THE ATTITUDE OR I WON'T COUNT SHIT!" AJ's fist curls tightly, as if he's about to punch the referee. Before he could entertain even the thought any further, Ruthann rose up from behind and caught him in a rear waistlock! Before he knows it, AJ is up, over, and planted on his shoulders with a fast Snap German Suplex pin!
Aiello: SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX AND PIN!!
ONE!!! TWO!!! THRE-KICKOUT!!!!
Bennett: That sumbitch fast counted right there!!!
The referee intentionally fast counted, but AJ managed to kick out once more, breaking the waistlock and back rolling away from Ruthann! Both get to their feet and AJ belts her with a hard chop right across her exposed cleavege! She grimaces in pain then lights him up with a louder, faster, and harder chop that has AJ gritting his teeth. Back and forth the two exchange vicious and violent chops across their chests, leaving blistering welts until finally AJ falters back a step. As Ruthann delivers a final chop, AJ unloads a full punch to her face! Ruthann's head whips to the side and she staggers back a few steps, then looks at him with a harsh glare.
Bennett: CHOP FEST!!!
Aiello: Back and forth they trade chops until AJ delivers a hard right hand!!!
Ruthless Aggression then hops forward and unloads a vicious punch of her own that rocks him back, only for him to fire back with one of his own. The two trade shots back and forth until AJ answers back with a finger poke to the eyes that has Ruthann staggering back with a sharp cry of pain, her hands covering her eyes protectively.
Aiello: An exchange of fists and eye poke by AJ Johnson!
Carter: Bastard!
Bennett: Classic!
AJ acts fast, quickly booting Ruthann in the gut with a toe kick to double her over. He drags her to the ropes, presses her eyes into them, then locks her into a tight headlock and walks her the entire length of the ropes, grinding her eyes into the coarse taped cables! Her arms flail about as she cries out in pure pain! Immediately the referee gets in his face, AJ releasing Ruthann who falls to the canvas, clutching at her now burnining and irritated eyes!
Aiello: And now AJ pulling another oldschool dirty tactic, dragging Ruthann's eyes across the ropes and burning them!
Bennett: It's oldschool and they ain't got a rule against it yet!
Once more the Referee got in AJ's face and he simply walked passed him, no longer interested in listening. He issues a hard stomp to the back of Ruthie's head, then attacks her braced knee with an even harder stomp! Ruthann cries out in intense pain as AJ targets her damaged ACL, stomping that knee mercilessly. She tries to roll away to protect the knee, but AJ stays on her, attacking that knee.
Aiello: AJ Johnson has done the one thing we were hoping he wouldn't! He's targetting Ruthann's old ACL injury!!!
Bennett: Well when you wear a big bullseye like a knee brace, it's gonna' happen, son!
She tries to slide out of the ring, but AJ catches her foot, pulls her back in, then lifts her by the leg off the canvas to bring that braced knee crashing to the mat with incredible force. The brace itself appears to visibly buckle, some of the straps having come undone.
Carter: I don't know how much more damage that knee brace can take!
As Ruthann lays there in agony, clutching at that knee, AJ rushes to the nearby ropes, springs off the second rope and hits a springboard elbow drop across that knee, Ruthann letting out a wail of agony as AJ rolls to his feet and throws his arms out at his sides, as if he were soaking up the boos of the crowd!
Carter: Someone should stop this!
Bennett: She knew the risks when she signed the dotted line to partake in this match!
He then takes Ruthann, paralyzed with pain by that leg and drags her to the nearest corner without ring steps. He slides out of the ring, holding that leg and pulling her in towards the post. She holds her hands up and shakes her head wildly. With a smile AJ brutally slams Ruthann's knee against the post, illiciting from her a sharp cry yet again!
Aiello: He's going to shatter that knee! Call the match already, ref!!
Bennett: Good ol' Joe playin' Stick in tha' mud again!
He pulls the leg back and slams it into the post yet again.... and once more for a third strike! He then catches the other leg and started to pull her in, but before he could perform a wishbone split, she grips the ropes, frees her good leg and before the referee can call for a DQ bell, she kicks AJ square in the chest with enough force to send him staggering back in the guard rail!
Aiello: With a solid kick, Ruthann buys a reprieve but the damage may have already been done!!!
Carter: AJ may have really screwed up her knee here, Joe!
Ruthann pulls herself out of the corner, then uses the ropes to bring herself to a hobbled stand, her knee brace barely holding together on her leg! Outside the ring, AJ recovers and slides under the ropes. Crouching low, on his hands and knees, he springs at Ruthann and hits a diving forearm right to the back of Ruthann's knee, sending her crashing to the mat with a growl of anger and agony all at the same time.
Aiello: Chop block by AJ on Ruthann on that bad knee yet again!!!
AJ then does something rather out of his wheel house, taking Ruthann by the legs, lifting her injured one up and locking her into a tight figure-4 leglock and falling back with an evil laugh! Ruthann SCREAMS, thrashing violently on the canvas as pressure is put on her hurt knee. She refuses to go out like this, the referee asking her if she wants to tap. She roars back, "NEVER!!! NNNNNOOOAAAGGGHHH!!!!"
Aiello: Johnson going outside of his wheelhouse by locking Ruthann in a figure four leg lock and practically tearing that knee apart now!
Carter: She's gotta' tap out! This could more than end her career, but her ability to walk again!
The Ref is unaware as AJ works his elbows to position himself closer to the ropes. Ruthann's shoulders touch the canvas as she threatens to black out....
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-SIT UP!
Ruthann sits up, her face a mask of tortured anguish. It only gets work as AJ grips the second ropes and lifts himself off the canvas, causing her further agony! AJ keeps his eyes on the ref, watching him carefully. When the ref starts to turn his head, AJ releases the ropes, dropping back down off the ropes. This goes on for several seconds, Ruthann fighting to keep from passing out or tapping out!
Bennett: This has been a very smart play by Johnson, using the ropes and just cranking Ruthann's leg for all she's worth. This is how you win matches gentlemen!
Aiello: This is also how to end someone's way of life! Ruthann Hunter has been known to pass out rather than tap out from submission holds, doing untold amounts of damage to herself out of sheer pride!
Then suddenly, with a growl, she props her elbows up and starts shoving back, pulling AJ back away from the ropes! Once they are at the center of the ring, she starts working to try and roll him over!
Carter: Ruthann has pulled him back from the ropes using her arms, but now it looks like she's trying to flip Johnson onto his belly!
Aiello: Classic Figure Four counter!
AJ, thinking fast, tries to shift his weight in the opposite direction. Left and right the two rock as they fight against one another until Ruthann manages to roll onto her side. Suddenly AJ is crying out in pain and shaking his head, shouting out, "NONONONONONOOOOOO!!!"
Aiello: Screaming no won't change it, Johnson!
Ruthann shouts back, "YYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!" and rolls herself onto her stomach, then pushes up, the pressure reversed and AJ Johnson now screaming in agony and thrashing wildly. He unlocks his leg and releases the hold, dragging himself away from Ruthann. Ruthann slumps forward on the canvas, tears in her eyes and a savage anger written on her face.
Aiello: Ruthann reverses the hold and forces AJ to free her, but at what cost?
AJ pulls himself to a seat in a nearby corner, clutching at his own knee with a wince. He then watches in shock as Ruthann, despite protests from the referee, manages to push herself up on her hands and one knee good knee. As soon as she rises to a stand, she falls into the ropes, using them to remain standing. She then pushes up, her bad leg quiverring. Ruthann then pushes off the ropes, hobbling a bit with her fists raised and ready. Johnson rises from his pain not nearly as severe as Ruthann's. He laughs and shakes his head, shouting to her, "YOU CRAZY WOMAN!"
Ruthann shouts back, "FIGHT ME!!!" and motions him to come at her!
Bennett: Ruthie's sayin' Come on you sumbitch and fight me!
Aiello: But what can she do with only one good leg in the condition she's in?
Shrugging, AJ rushes at her, immediately diving for that leg. As he does so, however, she suddenly jumps at him, his head at the perfect angle for her to wrap them around his head while slipping under his left arm and reaching for his right and gathering it to wrench it back painfully and fully lock on a modified Octopus hold while screaming, "TTTAAAAP! TTTAAAPP!!!"
Carter: SHE HAD A PLAN ALL ALONG!!!
Aiello: The Tap is locked in, Ruthann playing AJ Johnson's ego and killer instinct against him!
AJ cries out in pain, stumbling with the added two hundred pounds of woman around his neck and painfully wrenching his arm. His face turns red as he fights for life giving oxygen, unable to breath as Ruthann's muscular thighs choke him out and barely able to concentrate with his right arm being painfully wrenched!
Bennett: Which will come first you think, tap out, pass out, or dislocated shoulder?
Johnson begins to fade and in desperation, staggers towards the ropes, falling straight into them with a hand gripping the bottom rope as Ruthann's shapely rear his the canvas, but she doesn't relinquish the hold! The referee almost gets to a full five count before she finally relents, releasing AJ and rolling away from him. She gets to her feet, fighting through the intense pain of her potentially reinjured knee.
Aiello: Johnson lucked out right there, falling into the ropes just as he was about to black out!
The referee checks on a dazed AJ who just shoves him away and pulls himself to a stand, angry that he had been shown up yet again!!!
Carter: He looks PISSED!
AJ rushes in at Ruthann, faking a low kick only to catch her with a hard back elbow to the face, followed by a mid level Savate kick to the gut. Ruthann doesn't make it to the canvas, however, as AJ straddles the back of her head with a standing headscissor, then flips forward to drive her skull into the canvas with THE DAY DREAMER!
Bennett: IT'S OOOOVAH!!!!
Panting for breath, he rolls Ruthann flat onto her back and hooks both legs!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTTHHHHRRREEE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: HERE'S YOUR WINNER.... AJ JJJJJOOOOOHHHNNNSSSSSOOOOONNN!!!
*HUGE HEEL JEER*
Crowd: YOU SUCK!!! YOU SUCK!!!! YOU SUCK!!! YOU SUCK!!!
As his music plays, AJ rolls off of Ruthann, seated on the canvas with a fist in the air. He then falls flat on his back and rolls out of the ring, purely exhausted from this fight. Johnson staggers his way to the backstage area as if drunk.
Aiello: This was one hell of a fight between AJ Johnson and Ruthann Hunter, but ultimate Johnson prevailed! Hunter looks as good as ever but just didn't have enough tonight. This is a massive win for AJ Johnson, defeating the former World Champion.
Carter: Oof and Ruthann's knee may have taken some severe damage here tonight! I hate to say this but we have to cut to our sponsors!
NON TITLE MATCH
DAVID MILLER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
Bennett: Who's on next?
Carter: Next up our International Champion challenges a new upstart who has been impressing everywhere he goes.
Aiello: Captain Morgan Darkwater vs the Bruiser, David Miller is set!
As cameras pan across the capacity crowd, the lights begin to lower, drawing several fans to their feet in anticipation. Seconds pass in silence, before a single tone bleeds through the speakers, slowly leading into a hard, pounding cadence that echoes throughout the arena. Black and white video-clips begin to play in time with the beat, showing Miller shadow boxing in an empty ring, or glaring into the camera from various angles. As the music hits a raucous crescendo, becoming the marching metal chords of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day,” the video clips change to a sporadic, jagged montage of Miller from past matches and the lights return in violent, pulsating strobes. A sudden riot draws the camera to a side entrance. Silhouetted against the tunnel opening, flanked by members of EWC security staff, stands a hooded figure casually loosening his wrists. Head bowed, the man begins a purposed march out into the crowd to a mixed reception.
Jessica Stroup: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way to the ring from Santa Ana, California. He stands six feet tall, and weighed in tonight and two hundred thirty pounds … DAVID … The Assassin … MILLER!
A few hands slap at the man’s back and shoulders, while others display raised middle fingers. Pieces of trash and debris bounce off his battered hoodie. Security attempts to step in and regain control, but Miller simply waves them off, ignoring it all. Continuing his walk through the fans, he raises his hands almost absently, accepting palm slaps and fist bumps here and there before easily stepping up onto the guardrail, taking a moment to stare out into the thousands gathered within the arena. The divided masses continue to voice their equal love and hate, but he pays no mind. Dropping down to the floor, Miller stalks the inside of the guardrail and slowly circles around to the ring steps, rolling the joints in his shoulders loose. Climbing the steps up to the apron, he ducks between the ropes and paces, turning his attention to the stage. The hint of a smirk creeps in as he peels off his jacket and tosses it to a crewman, throwing combinations as his music fades.
Aiello: What do you make of this guy, Steve?
Bennett: He's tough young lion that wants to show the world he has what it takes to hang with the big boys, Morgan's a pretty big boy.
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.
Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, sailing in on the Winds of Fortune. Standing six foot five and weighing in at two hundred fifty nine pounds. He is the EWC Intercontinental Champion … CAPTAIN … MORGAN … DARKWATER!
When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Drink!" in time with the song's first chorus and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring over top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.
Carter: These men are ready to go at it, there ready with baited teeth ready to strike!
Bennett: Enough idioms, it's time to wrassle!
DING DING DING
As with Perdurabo the week before, Morgan offers up a broad smile as he steps up to the stone faced Miller, only this time, it’s the Assassin who unloads the first shot, aiming a stiff kick for the side of the Captain’s knee, almost causing Morgan to buckle. Answering in kind, Darkwater thrusts a head butt to the bridge of Miller’s nose, then drives a right hand through his jaw. Miller’s head snaps, but he delivers a right of his own, then a left uppercut to the ribs, causing Morgan to flinch, but he still responds with a savage haymaker to Miller’s temple.
Carter: What a savage strike from Darkwater!
Bennett: Miller is still standing!
Neither man shifts from their stand, trading one heavy handed punch after another, until Morgan almost uproots the smaller man with a sudden uppercut, snapping Miller’s head back and sending him into the corner. Shaking out his hand, Darkwater charges in with a body splash, then throttles Miller with both hands, turning and hurling him out into the center of the ring. Landing hard, Miller sits up with a grimace, as the Captain stalks in from behind. Strong hands clamp down on Miller’s collar bone from both sides, dragging him up only to shove him forward into the ropes. As the Assassin bounces back, Morgan stabs a stiff elbow into the small of his back, then hoists him up and over with a belly to back suplex, awkwardly floating over into a pin.
ONE!
SHOULDER UP!
Carter: SO CLOSE!
Miller shifts loose, but reaches back for his spine as Morgan gets to his feet, immediately sending a soccer-style kick into Miller’s ribs, nearly lifting him off the mat. Getting a knee beneath him, Miller tries to surge upward with an uppercut-style elbow, but Morgan reels away, snapping off a jab of his own that stuns Miller, causing him to stagger back, before snapping out with a discus clothesline. Grabbing the arm, Darkwater swings the man around and locks in a full nelson, letting out a belly-busting laugh as he swings Miller to and fro like a ship in a storm, before suddenly lifting him up and driving him down with the slam. Dropping to his knees, he again hooks the man’s leg.
Aiello: Is he going to do it!?
ONE!
TWO!!!!
NO! KICKOUT!
Miller’s other leg suddenly snaps up and over Morgan’s head, the Assassin’s body shifting as he tightens his legs and tries to lock in a triangle choke. Caught off guard, the Captain just manages to get a hand into the closing gap, but his face quickly begins to redden as breathing gets harder. Straining to grab the back of Darkwater’s head, Miller arches his hips, trying to close off the opening even more, forcing Morgan down to a knee.
Bennett: That was an ugly shot if I ever seen one.
Carter: Some would say, bowling shoe ugly.
Standing at the ready, the official checks on the Captain, who vehemently shakes his head, and drives back up to a knee. Keeping one hand clutching the back of the man’s head, Miller tries to unload short hooks with the other, finding the mark more than a few times, but failing to break the iron resolve of Darkwater. Slowly, Morgan gets to his other foot beneath him, and wraps the one free arm around Miller’s thighs, unleashing a deafening battle cry as he hauls the two hundred and thirty pound man up off the canvas, only to drive him back down with a modified powerbomb! Miller immediately breaks the hold as he goes limp from the impact. Collapsing to a knee, Darkwater coughs and gags for a second before dropping back on his bottom, taking a few seconds to suck in some well deserved air.
Bennett: These guys are going at it! I didn't expect Miller to keep up with these performances!
Carter: Miller has opened a lot of eyes the last few weeks.
Aiello: Yeah, but Morgan has made a career of blinding success!
Getting to his feet, Morgan pulls Miller up as well, scooping him up and driving him down with a slam, following it up with a falling fist drop to the bridge of the nose. Clutching his face, David lurches away and rolls to his knees, trying to find his feet, but Darkwater is there first, dragging him up into a pendulum before dropping down with a backbreaker, pressing down on both Miller’s chin and knees, stretching him out across the unforgiving bone of his knee. Miller screams in pain, clawing at the Captain’s hand at his chin, his neck torqued at an obscene angle, causing his movements to become almost desperate. Managing to get one leg free, Miller swings it up hard, driving a knee into Morgan’s temple.
Bennett: Sum' bitch nearly killed 'em!
Carter: How Morgan is still alive after that shot, I'll never know!
Dropping off as the Captain recoils, Miller lands on all fours and sets himself before surging forward with a superman punch, the impact spinning Darkwater full circle, sending him face first into the mat. Back on his knees, Miller heaves for breath, bowing his head and shaking it a few times, only to wince and reach for the nape of his neck, obviously in pain. Agony melts away to rage as he glares at the prone Captain. Forcing himself up to his feet, he grabs the back of Morgan’s jacket and struggles to drag him over to the corner. Propping Darkwater’s head on the lower turnbuckle, he staggers around to stand over the Captain, planting a boot between the man’s shoulders while grabbing his arms. Drawing back, he wrenches the big pirate into a surfboard stretch, before violently curb stomping his face back into the buckle. Darkwater slumps to the canvas, motionless. Grabbing a foot, Miller drags him away from the corner and falls into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!! SHOULDER UP BEFORE THE THREE!
Summoning strength from the depths, themselves, Darkwater powers loose, managing to toss Miller aside while rolling to his side, eyes wide but glassed over. Shaking his head, the Captain tries to gain some sense of coherency as he slowly rolls over onto his stomach. Miller slowly reaches for the ropes and uses them to pull himself up, turning to see Morgan barely reaching a knee. Eyes hard, he watches Darkwater, allowing him to get to his feet, then to turn, before suddenly whipping around with the Mercy Kill! .. but Morgan is one step ahead, ducking the leg and trapping Miller from behind, quickly pulling him up onto his shoulders and immediately swinging him down with the Keelhaul Slam! The crowd erupts as the Captain quickly kneels on Miller’s back and ties him up, rolling back into the Keelhold.
Carter: Morgan's doesn't quite have it all the way.
Bennett: Nope! He's got it locked in perfectly, take it from me! I'm an expert!
Already clutching at his neck, it takes Miller less than a minute to surrender to the pain.
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: Here is your winner … CAPTAIN … MORGAN … DARKWATER!Bennett: You can't knock Miller at all there, he gave it his best.
Aiello: Miller impresses, but Morgan walks away with the victory.
Carter: Explains why he's the International Champion. You've got to wonder when his next defense will be!
Morgan gives Miller a wink before being handed his championship. Miller holds his neck and points at Darkwater letting him know this wasn't finished. Morgan laughs it off as the pirate champ has his arm raised in victory.
The Bad Piper's rendition of AC/DC's Thunderstruck hit's the P/A system as the Ginger Ninja, Molly O'Hatherine steps out. She's decked out in black cargo pants, matching sports bra, black taped fists, and a black and green hoodie with the word "Ginger Ninja" written out in Japanese Kanji across the back. She has a bandage wrapped around her head almost like a headband, coppery red bangs hanging in her freckled face. Her green eyes scan the crowd as she heads down to ringside with intent burning within her and a purpose in her stride.
Aiello: Interesting take on the show's theme, but Molly O'Hatherine has come out here tonight to talk about her client's hospitalization and looks also like she's ready for a fight.
Carter: People forget that this little woman is a dangerous threat by herself. Even though she's 5' 3" and 120 pounds soaking wet, she's deceptively strong and has a surprising career for a lady her age. She's wrestled since she was 16 years old and is perhaps more decorated than some who have been wrestling for twice as long.
The Ginger Ninja arrives quickly at ringside and climbs those ring steps into the ring. The anger in her eyes clear and present, despite the love from the crowd being heaped upon her.
Bennett: Then why ain't she competing instead of being a daggum manager? If she's got all that goin' on and is only 23, she needs to get back in tha' ring!
Aiello: That's a story for another time, Steven.
Molly motions to kill the music and it stops. A shift in her mood came about as she looks out over the crowd, cheering her on with, "GINGER NINJA! GINGER NINJA! GINGER NINJA!"
Molly: Aye, I came out here to say one thing, but standing in this ring on me own, listenin' to you chant me name reminds me of a sensation I've long since forgotten. Thank ye' verae' much fer yer love and support, but it's not fer my benefit that I am out here tonight.
She points down at the canvas beneath her feet.
Molly: Right now, one of me dearest and closest friends from the time I began wrestlin' in this sport is in a hospital bed, surrounded by her familae' who donnae' know if she'll pull through or not. She has a husband that admirably refuses to leave her side and a daughter weeping tears because she wants to be held by her mother and cannae' be held because her arms are limp, her body unable ta' move.
Molly wipes quickly at her eyes with her mic hand, her free one tightening into a fist.
Molly: Some of ye' ask why I donnae' just give up on Melinda, considerin' how we fuss and fight all the time in private. It's because she didnae' give up on me.... Once upon a time I was badlae' hurt by a woman that was so muscular and massive that she'd put many a man to shame. I wanted ta' give up and throw down tha' towel, me body so ravaged that I could barelae' walk. The Rebel was there fer me. There was no reason fer it, I did her no favors.
Again she wipes at her eyes, the moisture building rapidly in her lower lids.
Molly: Fer all tha' doubts and insecuritae' that's plagued her throughout her life, I know she's a grand human being. She pointed me in tha' right direction, introduced me to a teacher who helped me recover as well as become a better fighter and wrestler, and believed in me when no one else did. If not fer her, I would ne'er have had tha' success I had. Perhaps that's why I ride her so damn hard when she does say or do somethin' stupid, I donnae' know. All I know is that she's fightin' fer her life in a hospital bed while tha' man who put her in it runs around free and without consequence.
Molly spun on her heels towards the entrance arch.
Molly: AJ JOHNSON!!! GET YER ARSE OUT HERE YA' FEARTAE' CAT MOTHERFAWKER!!!! NO STOP SIGNS OR SPEED LIMITS! I'M TAKIN' YE' TO THA' PROMISE LAND ON THA' HIGHWAY TA' HELL!!!
Carter: Did she just paraphrase AC/DC?
Aiello: I do believe she did, as well as throwing out a challenge for an impromptu match in this very ring!
The Ginger Ninja paces that ring, suddenly seeming a few feet taller in spirit than her 5' 3" frame would naturally allow. The seconds tick by and quickly, Molly standing there, glaring at the archway.
Bennett: This is peculiar. Why don't he come out here and trash her? She may be strong, but she ain't been in a wrestling ring for well over a year now.
Carter: She has training matches with Melinda Rhodes all the time, you saying that won't shake off some of that ring rust?
Bennett: When you're training, you're not going as hard or heavy as you possibly can.
Molly: What's tha' matter? Ya' scared of a wee betch with an axe ta' grind? WHAT ARE YE' WAITIN' FER, LADDIE?! YA' WERE NAE' AFRAID OF ME BACKSIDE WHEN IT WAS TURNED TO YE'!!!! GET THA' FAWK OUT HERE!!!
Before she can expunge any further breath, "At my Best" by MGK hit's the P/A system. As AJ Johnson's video plays, Molly drops the microphone and steps back, crouched low with her fists at the ready. As the seconds tick by, however, it quickly becomes apparent that he's not coming out.
Molly: *Screaming* CCCOOOOMMMEEEE OOOOONNNN TTTTHHHHEEENNN!!!
The music stops and suddenly AJ's face pops up on the screen, dabbing a towel to his sweaty forehead.
AJ Johnson: Look, honey, baby, sweetheart, sugar-tits, walking connect the dot puzzle.... I just got through with a match tonight. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I sure as hell am not wasting my time with a hanger-on scrub like you. So I got a proposition for you. If you can beat my brother, Jacoby, then maybe I'll give you a match next week, mmm-kay?
Molly looks up at the screen with an incredulous look on her face. Out steps the stringy haired Jacoby Douglas, dressed in a bright pink AJ Johnson T-shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and tape on his fists. His skin is riddled with pock scars, one arm dotted with barely visible needle track marks, indicating his past with drug addiction to any and all looking upon him.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!!!
Carter: OH THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!!
Aiello: AJ Johnson needs to go take a powder apparently.
Bennett: It's actually a wise move, because he's just been through a match. Why should he go through a second match for no pay? Send out tha' junkie brother instead!
Jacoby gives a nod and a big evil grin before bursting down to ringside. He slides under the ropes, hops to his feet and swings for the fences with a solid right hand. The Ginger Ninja blocks his shot and turns it into a judo hip toss, slamming him to the mat with a hard thud and quickly wrapping his arm up in a Crucifix armbar. Jacoby cries out in pain as she brutally wrenches his arm over and over!
Molly: *shouting* TAP YA' DAFT C*NT!!!!
Jacoby cries out, trying to fight his way out of the hold, but Molly has him locked down tight. Nobody notices that AJ Johnson was already off the big screen. Just as Jacoby taps out, a plain clothed AJ Johnson rushes into the ring, brutally stomping Molly before she can release the hold!
Aiello: Jacoby tapped in under a minute and.... AJ JOHNSON FROM NOWHERE STOMPING MOLLY O'HATHERINE!!!
Bennett: I KNEW he had a plan!!!
Carter: Where in the hell did he come from?!
Aiello: I think he came in from the side stage entrance.
AJ gathers the stunned Molly up, boots her in the gut and straddles the back of her head, setting her up for the Day Dreamer. Just as he's about to execute his finisher, a familiar theme of another friend of the Rebel's play's over the house P/A.....
Carter: HERE COMES GRIFFIN HAWKINS TO THE RESCUE!!!!
AJ's eyes widen and he slings Molly to the side as "Made in Hell" plays over the House P/A. Out runs Griffin Hawkins down the ramp to make the save, AJ Johnson and Jacoby both diving out of the ring! Griffin checks on Molly who is already starting to recover as AJ and Jacoby try to escape through the crowd, only to be stopped by not only the fans, only for AJ to take a hard right to the face from WYATT WARNER!!!
Wyatt Warner: NO ONE HURT'S MY SSSEEENNNPPAAAAIIIII!!!!!!
Bennett: Tha' fuck is a Senpai?!
Aiello: That's Wyatt Warner and he just made Jacoby eat a huge right hand!!!!
Carter: Johnson and Douglas's escape route is blocked! Think fast boys, heh heh!!!
Molly and Griffin roll out of the ring on the other side and are joined by MURPHY MACNAMARA!!! Halting Jacoby and AJ's escape on the other side of the ring.
Bennett: That's that Diabhal cat right there! How many friends does the Rebel have damnit?!
Jacoby and AJ quickly run to the back with Molly O'Hatherine, Griffin Hawkins, Diabhal, and Wyatt Warner in hot pursuit!!
Carter: RUN BITCHES RUN!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Aiello: Team Johnson clearly outgunned here tonight by five on two and choosing the better part of valor here.
As the two run through, AJ reacts quickly to a 2X4 being swung right at his head, ducking down and letting Jacoby take the full brunt of the shot right behind him! The holder of that 2X4? ACE KING!!!
Carter: ACE KING IS HERE!! HOLY SHIT!!
Ace King: TIME TO PAY UP!
He takes a second swing with the lumber at AJ, who wisely ducks the swing and runs. Jacoby managing to recover with his nose clearly broken from the 2X4 shot, joins his brother quickly!
Jacoby: WAIT UP AJ! DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!
AJ Johnson: MOVE YOUR ASS JAY!!!!
Ace King: GET BACK HERE YOU GUTLESS BASTARD!
He's joined by the rest of the Rebel's friends and allies, all running in mass after AJ and Jacoby!!
Molly: YE' CAN'T RUN FOREVER!!!!!
AJ and Jacoby pass a stack of crates in the hallway and knock them over, forcing their pursuers to slow by having to clear the wreckage, buying them time to put more distance between them and the group. By the time the blockage is cleared, however, AJ and Jacoby duck through a door leading to the parking area. Waiting for them, however, is the fearsome International Champion and high seas Pirate, MORGAN DARKWATER standing next to Ms. Ruthless Aggression herself, RUTHANN HUNTER!!!
Aiello: Wooooah boy!!!
AJ Johnson: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!
Darkwater: Prepare ta' meet yer maker, Mister Johnson!!
Ruthann: You'll not be getting away tonight!!!
As the two converge upon Team Johnson, AJ does the unthinkable and tosses Jacoby into both Ruthann and Morgan, sending them both stumbling with his brother as AJ abandons him, making a beeline for his rental car. In seconds he has his keys out, the door unlocked, and has the car started up.
Carter: HE'S SACRIFICING HIS BROTHER TO GET AWAY!!!
Just as AJ pulls the car out of the parking spot, Darkwater rushes in and smashes the passenger side window with the pommel of his cutlass, then reaches in with one hand to try and pull AJ through the window!
Darkwater: COME OUT AND FACE YER JUDGEMENT LIKE A MAN YA' DAMNED COWARD!!!
On the passenger side, the window practically implodes from a savage baseball bat swing from Ruthann!!!
Ruthann: Stay awhile will you?!
AJ Johnson: NNNOOO!!!! NNNNOOOOO!!!!
The others catch up just as AJ manages to floor the gas pedal and turn the car hard, scraping a rather expensive red sports car in the process and dragging Darkwater a several feet, his hand around AJ's throat at this point. Ruthann tosses her weapon at the car as it speeds off, the weighted, thick aluminum bat crashing through the back window impressively! AJ leans half out the window, Darkwater finally seeming as if he was pulling AJ out of the car. Suddenly, AJ unloads with several hard back elbows to Morgan's face before finally, the Captain is forced to let go. Darkwater hit's the ground with a growl, rolling away from the car on impact. They all watch as AJ races off into the night, laughing like a madman through his broken open window. Molly steps past them and rushes in towards Morgan.
Molly: Ye' alright?
Darkwater: Aye.... but the bastard got away!
Molly: but not without a sacrifice....
She looks over her shoulder at Jacoby Douglas, who stares back in horror at the gathering of people now eager to take their frustrations out on someone....
Aiello: Interesting take on the show's theme, but Molly O'Hatherine has come out here tonight to talk about her client's hospitalization and looks also like she's ready for a fight.
Carter: People forget that this little woman is a dangerous threat by herself. Even though she's 5' 3" and 120 pounds soaking wet, she's deceptively strong and has a surprising career for a lady her age. She's wrestled since she was 16 years old and is perhaps more decorated than some who have been wrestling for twice as long.
The Ginger Ninja arrives quickly at ringside and climbs those ring steps into the ring. The anger in her eyes clear and present, despite the love from the crowd being heaped upon her.
Bennett: Then why ain't she competing instead of being a daggum manager? If she's got all that goin' on and is only 23, she needs to get back in tha' ring!
Aiello: That's a story for another time, Steven.
Molly motions to kill the music and it stops. A shift in her mood came about as she looks out over the crowd, cheering her on with, "GINGER NINJA! GINGER NINJA! GINGER NINJA!"
Molly: Aye, I came out here to say one thing, but standing in this ring on me own, listenin' to you chant me name reminds me of a sensation I've long since forgotten. Thank ye' verae' much fer yer love and support, but it's not fer my benefit that I am out here tonight.
She points down at the canvas beneath her feet.
Molly: Right now, one of me dearest and closest friends from the time I began wrestlin' in this sport is in a hospital bed, surrounded by her familae' who donnae' know if she'll pull through or not. She has a husband that admirably refuses to leave her side and a daughter weeping tears because she wants to be held by her mother and cannae' be held because her arms are limp, her body unable ta' move.
Molly wipes quickly at her eyes with her mic hand, her free one tightening into a fist.
Molly: Some of ye' ask why I donnae' just give up on Melinda, considerin' how we fuss and fight all the time in private. It's because she didnae' give up on me.... Once upon a time I was badlae' hurt by a woman that was so muscular and massive that she'd put many a man to shame. I wanted ta' give up and throw down tha' towel, me body so ravaged that I could barelae' walk. The Rebel was there fer me. There was no reason fer it, I did her no favors.
Again she wipes at her eyes, the moisture building rapidly in her lower lids.
Molly: Fer all tha' doubts and insecuritae' that's plagued her throughout her life, I know she's a grand human being. She pointed me in tha' right direction, introduced me to a teacher who helped me recover as well as become a better fighter and wrestler, and believed in me when no one else did. If not fer her, I would ne'er have had tha' success I had. Perhaps that's why I ride her so damn hard when she does say or do somethin' stupid, I donnae' know. All I know is that she's fightin' fer her life in a hospital bed while tha' man who put her in it runs around free and without consequence.
Molly spun on her heels towards the entrance arch.
Molly: AJ JOHNSON!!! GET YER ARSE OUT HERE YA' FEARTAE' CAT MOTHERFAWKER!!!! NO STOP SIGNS OR SPEED LIMITS! I'M TAKIN' YE' TO THA' PROMISE LAND ON THA' HIGHWAY TA' HELL!!!
Carter: Did she just paraphrase AC/DC?
Aiello: I do believe she did, as well as throwing out a challenge for an impromptu match in this very ring!
The Ginger Ninja paces that ring, suddenly seeming a few feet taller in spirit than her 5' 3" frame would naturally allow. The seconds tick by and quickly, Molly standing there, glaring at the archway.
Bennett: This is peculiar. Why don't he come out here and trash her? She may be strong, but she ain't been in a wrestling ring for well over a year now.
Carter: She has training matches with Melinda Rhodes all the time, you saying that won't shake off some of that ring rust?
Bennett: When you're training, you're not going as hard or heavy as you possibly can.
Molly: What's tha' matter? Ya' scared of a wee betch with an axe ta' grind? WHAT ARE YE' WAITIN' FER, LADDIE?! YA' WERE NAE' AFRAID OF ME BACKSIDE WHEN IT WAS TURNED TO YE'!!!! GET THA' FAWK OUT HERE!!!
Before she can expunge any further breath, "At my Best" by MGK hit's the P/A system. As AJ Johnson's video plays, Molly drops the microphone and steps back, crouched low with her fists at the ready. As the seconds tick by, however, it quickly becomes apparent that he's not coming out.
Molly: *Screaming* CCCOOOOMMMEEEE OOOOONNNN TTTTHHHHEEENNN!!!
The music stops and suddenly AJ's face pops up on the screen, dabbing a towel to his sweaty forehead.
AJ Johnson: Look, honey, baby, sweetheart, sugar-tits, walking connect the dot puzzle.... I just got through with a match tonight. I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I sure as hell am not wasting my time with a hanger-on scrub like you. So I got a proposition for you. If you can beat my brother, Jacoby, then maybe I'll give you a match next week, mmm-kay?
Molly looks up at the screen with an incredulous look on her face. Out steps the stringy haired Jacoby Douglas, dressed in a bright pink AJ Johnson T-shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and tape on his fists. His skin is riddled with pock scars, one arm dotted with barely visible needle track marks, indicating his past with drug addiction to any and all looking upon him.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!!!
Carter: OH THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!!
Aiello: AJ Johnson needs to go take a powder apparently.
Bennett: It's actually a wise move, because he's just been through a match. Why should he go through a second match for no pay? Send out tha' junkie brother instead!
Jacoby gives a nod and a big evil grin before bursting down to ringside. He slides under the ropes, hops to his feet and swings for the fences with a solid right hand. The Ginger Ninja blocks his shot and turns it into a judo hip toss, slamming him to the mat with a hard thud and quickly wrapping his arm up in a Crucifix armbar. Jacoby cries out in pain as she brutally wrenches his arm over and over!
Molly: *shouting* TAP YA' DAFT C*NT!!!!
Jacoby cries out, trying to fight his way out of the hold, but Molly has him locked down tight. Nobody notices that AJ Johnson was already off the big screen. Just as Jacoby taps out, a plain clothed AJ Johnson rushes into the ring, brutally stomping Molly before she can release the hold!
Aiello: Jacoby tapped in under a minute and.... AJ JOHNSON FROM NOWHERE STOMPING MOLLY O'HATHERINE!!!
Bennett: I KNEW he had a plan!!!
Carter: Where in the hell did he come from?!
Aiello: I think he came in from the side stage entrance.
AJ gathers the stunned Molly up, boots her in the gut and straddles the back of her head, setting her up for the Day Dreamer. Just as he's about to execute his finisher, a familiar theme of another friend of the Rebel's play's over the house P/A.....
Carter: HERE COMES GRIFFIN HAWKINS TO THE RESCUE!!!!
AJ's eyes widen and he slings Molly to the side as "Made in Hell" plays over the House P/A. Out runs Griffin Hawkins down the ramp to make the save, AJ Johnson and Jacoby both diving out of the ring! Griffin checks on Molly who is already starting to recover as AJ and Jacoby try to escape through the crowd, only to be stopped by not only the fans, only for AJ to take a hard right to the face from WYATT WARNER!!!
Wyatt Warner: NO ONE HURT'S MY SSSEEENNNPPAAAAIIIII!!!!!!
Bennett: Tha' fuck is a Senpai?!
Aiello: That's Wyatt Warner and he just made Jacoby eat a huge right hand!!!!
Carter: Johnson and Douglas's escape route is blocked! Think fast boys, heh heh!!!
Molly and Griffin roll out of the ring on the other side and are joined by MURPHY MACNAMARA!!! Halting Jacoby and AJ's escape on the other side of the ring.
Bennett: That's that Diabhal cat right there! How many friends does the Rebel have damnit?!
Jacoby and AJ quickly run to the back with Molly O'Hatherine, Griffin Hawkins, Diabhal, and Wyatt Warner in hot pursuit!!
Carter: RUN BITCHES RUN!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Aiello: Team Johnson clearly outgunned here tonight by five on two and choosing the better part of valor here.
As the two run through, AJ reacts quickly to a 2X4 being swung right at his head, ducking down and letting Jacoby take the full brunt of the shot right behind him! The holder of that 2X4? ACE KING!!!
Carter: ACE KING IS HERE!! HOLY SHIT!!
Ace King: TIME TO PAY UP!
He takes a second swing with the lumber at AJ, who wisely ducks the swing and runs. Jacoby managing to recover with his nose clearly broken from the 2X4 shot, joins his brother quickly!
Jacoby: WAIT UP AJ! DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!
AJ Johnson: MOVE YOUR ASS JAY!!!!
Ace King: GET BACK HERE YOU GUTLESS BASTARD!
He's joined by the rest of the Rebel's friends and allies, all running in mass after AJ and Jacoby!!
Molly: YE' CAN'T RUN FOREVER!!!!!
AJ and Jacoby pass a stack of crates in the hallway and knock them over, forcing their pursuers to slow by having to clear the wreckage, buying them time to put more distance between them and the group. By the time the blockage is cleared, however, AJ and Jacoby duck through a door leading to the parking area. Waiting for them, however, is the fearsome International Champion and high seas Pirate, MORGAN DARKWATER standing next to Ms. Ruthless Aggression herself, RUTHANN HUNTER!!!
Aiello: Wooooah boy!!!
AJ Johnson: OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!!
Darkwater: Prepare ta' meet yer maker, Mister Johnson!!
Ruthann: You'll not be getting away tonight!!!
As the two converge upon Team Johnson, AJ does the unthinkable and tosses Jacoby into both Ruthann and Morgan, sending them both stumbling with his brother as AJ abandons him, making a beeline for his rental car. In seconds he has his keys out, the door unlocked, and has the car started up.
Carter: HE'S SACRIFICING HIS BROTHER TO GET AWAY!!!
Just as AJ pulls the car out of the parking spot, Darkwater rushes in and smashes the passenger side window with the pommel of his cutlass, then reaches in with one hand to try and pull AJ through the window!
Darkwater: COME OUT AND FACE YER JUDGEMENT LIKE A MAN YA' DAMNED COWARD!!!
On the passenger side, the window practically implodes from a savage baseball bat swing from Ruthann!!!
Ruthann: Stay awhile will you?!
AJ Johnson: NNNOOO!!!! NNNNOOOOO!!!!
The others catch up just as AJ manages to floor the gas pedal and turn the car hard, scraping a rather expensive red sports car in the process and dragging Darkwater a several feet, his hand around AJ's throat at this point. Ruthann tosses her weapon at the car as it speeds off, the weighted, thick aluminum bat crashing through the back window impressively! AJ leans half out the window, Darkwater finally seeming as if he was pulling AJ out of the car. Suddenly, AJ unloads with several hard back elbows to Morgan's face before finally, the Captain is forced to let go. Darkwater hit's the ground with a growl, rolling away from the car on impact. They all watch as AJ races off into the night, laughing like a madman through his broken open window. Molly steps past them and rushes in towards Morgan.
Molly: Ye' alright?
Darkwater: Aye.... but the bastard got away!
Molly: but not without a sacrifice....
She looks over her shoulder at Jacoby Douglas, who stares back in horror at the gathering of people now eager to take their frustrations out on someone....
Ace Heart catches up with Nostalgia pacing around backstage shortly before the Main Event. Nostalgia catches Ace in his view, and pulls the earbuds out of his ears.
Nostalgia: Ace, great to see you.
Ace Heart: Thanks Nostalgia. Mind if I take a few minutes of your time before the Television Title match?
Nostalgia: Yeah shoot Ace.
Ace Heart: How are the nerves heading into arguably the most important match in your career?
Nostalgia: No butterflies here Ace. I am not letting myself get too caught in the moment. There will be plenty of time of celebrating if I walk out as Television Champion tonight. I am grateful for the chance to become an EWC Champion.
Ace Heart: What do you have to say to the doubters? Those who wrote you off as soon as the card was released?
Nostalgia: I mean, I get it. Amis Shelton and Neo may be better wrestlers than me. But I am still a great wrestler. I feel just as confident as Amiss and Neo that I can I walk away as the NEW EWC Television Champion.
As Nostalgia finishes his sentence, he sees Amis Shelton coming down the hallway, Nostalgia excuses himself from Ace and takes a wide stride in Amis’s direction. The cameraman turns the camera to catch this interaction on film.
Nostalgia: Amis, I just wanted to wish you luck tonight. I look forward to stealing the show with you.
Amis stops in his tracks and faces one of his opponents tonight with a slight smile on his face.
Amis: Well, if it isn't one of my opponents tonight. I was actually on my way to find you to wish you the same. I've kept my eyes on you Nostalgia and believe me when I say that I'm impressed. I'm expecting a top performance from all 3 of us, one that will raise the roof.
Shelton then offers a handshake.
Amis: The best man will definitely win tonight.
Nostalgia reutrns the favor with a firm shake.
Nostalgia: Oh, and congratulations on winning the fans back. Nothing better than having them in your corner. Well-deserved. Now we should do them a favor, and take that Television Title from that smug SOB Neo.
Amis gives Nostalgia a head nod and two finger salute before turning and continuing down the hall.
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS AMIS SHELTON
VS NEO JAMES CARNER
Bennett: It’s time for the Main Event you sum’ bitches!
Carter: Do you have to call us that?
Bennett: It’s my catchphrase, sum’ bitch.
Aiello: This match was originally supposed to be Ladder Match, but it was decided earlier today that President Mac wanted to let the talent shine tonight and not have a ladder decide tonight's winner. Its a change that doesn't happen often, and Mac typically loves Ladder matches but decided after a fan poll that the talent should speak for itself tonight and give the fans a proper finish
Stroup: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A TRIPLE THREAT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH FOR THE EWC TELEVISION TITLE! INTRODUCING OUR FIRST CHALLENGER....
The beat to “Redbone” by Childish Gambino begins playing throughout the arena as a the lights go out and a red spotlight circles the arena. The red spotlight gets to the ramp entrance to find Nostalgia through the curtain. The crowd is a mixed reaction, some liking his recent streak but others feeling differently about his partner Maggie who accompanies him to ringside.
“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!”
Nostalgia stands motionless for a few seconds with his chin tucked to his chest until he hears…
“STAY WOKE!"
Jessica Stroup: Hailing from Pine Barrens, NJ being accompanied by the FSW Champion, Magdalena Lockheart!…weighing in at 289 pounds….The Prophet of Pain….NOSTALGIAAAA!
On hearing his name, Nostalgia takes a bow. As he gets to a standing position, pyrotechnics explode encircling him. Maggie shields her eyes and cups a hand over her mouth as to not breathe in the pyrotechnics.
“STAY WOKE!"
He walks through the pyrotechnics with his right fist in the air. As he makes his way down the ramp, he slaps the hands of as many fans as he possibly can. He switches between high -fiving fans at each barricades every few feet.
“NOW STAY WOKE”
Nostalgia jumps on the apron, the over the ropes and into the ring.Nostalgia circles the ring with his arms spread wide, palms up, signaling for the fans to make some noise . Nostalgia stands in the center of the ring, and raises his Right Fist High in the air, holds it for a few seconds.
“DON”T YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!”.
Upon hearing these words, Nostalgia retreats to his corner, and stretches, waiting for the bell to ring. Maggie goes and sits at ringside next to the time keeper, admiring her championship on her shoulder.
Aiello: Say what you will about his crossbranded tag team partner, but Nostalgia has made some decent professional strides in the last few months.
Carter: He's managed to stay out of the pot of shit she stirred up as no one can call the credibility of this big man into question. He is legit and I have a feeling, will one day achieve champion standing in this promotion. Tonight could very well be that night.
Bennett: I've said he was class from day one, didn't I? Though I gotta' say he needs to harden the hell up. Don't want people thinking of Nos as a sawft sumbitch. Maybe I can get Maggie over here to be my partner here on the table!
Stroup: AND OUR NEXT CHALLENGER....
Amis Shelton emerges from behind the curtain with his arms outstretched as he embraces the reception from the crowd. Amis scouts the entire arena with a smile. Nodding his head, he proceeds down the ramp
Carter: You gotta believe in the heart and determination of the Rebel Heart, Amis Shelton!
Amis climbs onto the apron and hops over the top rope and climbs a turnbuckle, aggressively outstretching his arms which generates more cheers from the fans. Amis looks out to the crowd once more before climbing off the turnbuckle and warming up on the spot.
Stroup: FROM SPRINGFIELD, ILLINOIS, STANDING AT 5'10" AND WEIGHING IN AT 200 POUNDS!! THE RENEGADE AAAAMMMMIIIISSSSS SSSSHHHEEELLLLTTTTOOOOOOOOOONNNN!!!
Carter: This crowd is really loving the new Renegade Shelton.
Aiello: He's managed a complete 180 in terms of personality since the last time we've seen him and appears to be dedicated to righting the wrongs of his past!
Bennett: Boooo! Gimme' that Asshole Extraordinaire that Melinda Rhodes was talkin' about! I like that guy! This new guy wouldn’t know a win if it bit him right on the ass!
Stroup: AND INTRODUCING THE CHAMPION....
"Fightin' Words" By Casino Madrid begins to play melodically over the loudspeakers as the of guitars ascend to the boiling point and the song engages with a fierce snare and double bass drums. Neo James Carner comes sauntering out from the back, with the EWC Television Title wrapped around his body like a Bandoleer, he gives it a nice little polish as he looks out at the crowd.
Carter: NJC has held the titles for over three months now, you’ve got to wonder when that reign is going to come to an end.
Bennett: Never, he’s grandfathered into the role.
Aiello: Darkwater was his grandfather?
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.
Bennett: What 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.
Bennett: Man, that pyro looks expensive.
Carter: I hear a huge chunk of those finances come out of Ace Heart’s pay.
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, unhooking the Television title off his shoulder and holds it high above his head.
Bennett: Now that’s a champion! That’s our EWC Television Champion!-
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 climbs to the second rope and holds his championship high above his head, slapping the title plate.
Stroup: FROM HUNTINGTON BEACH, CALIFORNIA.... STANDING AT 6'3" AND WEIGHING IN AT 258 POUNDS!!! HE IS YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION.... NEO.... JAMES.... CCCCCCAAAAARRRRRNNNNNEEEEERRRRR!!!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Neo gets nose to nose with Amis Shelton, holding the title up at face level. Amis scoffs as Neo moves away, trying to get face to face with Nostalgia but he’s a bit taller than Neo. Neo holds the title up to Nos’ face and starts jacking his jaws at the giant challenger.
Carter: That man has been a near unstoppable force in EWC. Many times he has proven that he is as charismatic as he is dangerous. Never underestimate NJC.
Aiello: The man's track record has spoken for itself for certain.
Bennett: I think he's damn funny myself. That sumbitch puts a smile on my face and reminds me of a younger, less handsome Steven Bennett.
Carter: You've been a hideous fucking C.H.U.D. most of your life, Steve.
Bennett: Only to those with eyes that cannot appreciate my grace and beauty.
Carter: Hahaha!!!!!
Bennett: The fuck you laughing at? You’re cruising to look like an abstract sculpture here in a sec.
Neo parades the belt around the ring, lingering only for a few moments to rub it in to his challengers who the real champion is, at least from his point of view. He then neatly folds the belt strap and hands it off to the Referee.
Carter: *Still snickering* I'm sorry.... I just couldn't take it anymore, my apologies everyone.
Bennett: You just jealous of my rugged debonaire good looks.
Aiello: Enough about the sex appeal or lack thereof of shovel faced bald men, on to the match!
The Referee seems to agree with Joe and as Neo assumes his corner, he motions for the bell!
DING DING DING
Immediately Nostalgia turns and bursts towards Neo James Carner, who ducks what would have been a skull shattering Lariat. The big man turns and finds himself being peppered with shot after shot of rights and lefts until Amis Shelton comes at him from the right. Neo side steps a grapple and pulls Amis into an armdrag, whipping him to the canvas, but Amis manages to tuck and roll right back to his feet on landing and nails Neo with a stiff back kick to the gut, followed by a roundhouse kick that spins him around and right into the waiting arms of Nostalgia! Nostalgia lifts him up and back bridges Neo to a crash landing on the canvas with a T-Bone Suplex!!!
Bennett: These sum’ bitches cheating!
Aiello: Think it’s a wise gameplan, good way to increase their chances of a title change.
Bennett: Nobody asked you!
As Nostalgia gets to his feet, he gets jacked in the back of the head with a stiff Savate Kick that drops him right back down to one knee! Amis then bursts across the ring passed Nostalgia, rebounds into the ropes and looks to deliver a Shining Wizard, until the big man suddenly rose with a hand outstretched, catching Amis by the chest and DRIVING him down to the canvas with an explosive one armed spinebuster that’d make a certain man go Damn!
Aiello: What authority on that spinebuster from Nostalgia!
Neo James Carner suddenly rushes in from behind, latching on a rear waistlock and roaring with effort as he lifts Nostalgia off his feet German style, only to lock on a Full Nelson to execute a picture perfect Dragon Suplex! He cinches the lock and bridges for the pin attempt!
ONE!!
TW-KICKOUT!!
Carter: So close!!
Nostalgia rolls his legs and escapes the pinfall. Neo rolls to his feet as Nostalgia does the same, albeit shaking off the solid thud his head took just moments ago. Carner rushes in with lightning chest chops, but Nostalgia simply tanks them, his smile growing bigger and bigger with each loud SMACK across the chest. Neo rears his fist back and hurls it up at Nostalgia's face, but the big man catches his fist, then kicks Carner in the gut and lifts him up onto one shoulder. Nostalgia walks around the ring, then turns and violently slams Carner to the canvas with a vicious Oklahoma Slam! Nostalgia hooks both legs for a deep cover!
ONE!
TWO!
AMIS BREAKS UP THE PINFALL!
The crowd pops with a roar from pinfall break up as Amis Shelton to come down on Nostalgia with a springboard leg drop! Nostalgia slowly stumbles off his feet as Amis unleashes a vicious spinning heel kick to Nostalgia’s sternum that sets the giant back for a serious stagger! He remains standing, but shakes his head several times to try and get the stars out of his vision. As he stumbles, Amis follows up with a swift kick to the gut, a spinning back kick to the hip, and hard mid roundhouse that Nostalgia manages to stop as he catches Amis’ foot!
Carter: Nostalgia blocks the attack at the last second!
Bennett: Yeah but that dumb sum’ bitch took some damage!
Nostalgia pulls Amis into a hard right hook, rocking Amis off his feet to crash onto the canvas. Neo James Carner leaps onto Nostalgia's back from behind, latching on a tight sleeper hold to try and bring the largest man in the match down! Nostalgia flails his arms around as he tries to break the hold. Nostalgia swings his arms up, landing hammer fists on Neo’s shoulders but the attacks aren’t enough to break the hold!
Aiello: Neo’s got Nostalgia in a sleeper!
Bennett: God damn it man, he’s desperate!
As Amis struggles to get up from the savage right he took earlier, Nostalgia continues to stumble and flails around the ring, trying to get the TV Champion off his back! Neo nimble at dodging his attempts to grab him by the head and hair. Nostalgia looks for a corner, lines himself up and gets a backwards running start, throwing himself towards the corner and sandwiching NJC in brutal fashion between the turnbuckles and himself!
Carter: Excellent thinking on the part of Nostalgia there!
Bennett: The damage has been done!
Neo doesn't let go, gritting his teeth through the pain, so Nostalgia polls forward and batters him again and again! He only stops, however as he finally notices Amis Shelton running full speed at the two with a Jumping Double Knee! Nostalgia moves out of the way, letting Amis crash into Neo James Carner before the champ could even collapse onto the floor. Neo’s spine is crunched into the turnbuckles! Amis tries to catch his breath as he slowly turns around.
Aiello: Neo took the worst of that one right there!
As he bounces back, Nostalgia catches him by the throat, looking for a chokeslam, only for Amis to throw a leg up and nearly cinch in a standing modified version of his deadly Koji Clutch.
Carter: Whoa whoa whoa!!! Amis is going to end it here!
Nostalgia wisely grips the ropes, forcing the ref into action before Amis could complete the hold. The Renegade drops the canvas with a tuck and roll away from Nostalgia. The giant rolls his arm as he tries to make sure no joint or socket was popped or misplaced.
Bennett: This one is too damn close, these guys are crazy hungry for the title!
In the corner, Neo James Carner rolls out of the ring, allowing himself a breather while keeping an eye on both of his opponents at a safe distance. Neo starts making a gesture, like some kind of signal as he aims it towards the stage.
Aiello: What’s Neo doing here? Should be be worrying about defending his title?
Back in the ring, Amis and Nostalgia circle, both keeping a wary eye on the third man staying out of the action for a moment. Nostalgia goes for a quick grapple and Amis back steps just out of his reach. Nostalgia goes for it once more and again Amis dodges, kicking Nostalgia’s hand away with a spinning middle kick.
Carter: Neither one of these guys giving the other an inch.
Nostalgia and Amis lock horns in a collar and elbow tie up.Slow and steady, the much larger and stronger Nostalgia backs Amis up into a corner, arms outstretched as he moves in closer and closer, Amis trying to think fast. At the top of the ramp the ReVenants begin to pour out from the gorilla position onto the stage as the crowd jeers loudly with a sea of boos.
Aiello: So much for a good clean fight! Neo’s never needed help before as Nostalgia pointed out!
Carter: So why now!?
Bennett: There’s no disqualifications here! The ReVs are just out here for moral support!
Suddenly Nostalgia lunges at Shelton but Amis ducks the big man, peppering him with a lightning fast kick to the giant’s ribs. Nostalgia staggers as he turns and immediately gets hit by a follow up standing drop kick from Amis that drapes Nos in the corner! Keith, Darian and Rob gather at ringside to jeer the participants in the match.
Carter: Excellent sequence there.
Aiello: You can tell how important this match is to the two of them.
Amis rushes in and leaps onto the second rope where he begins pummeling Nostalgia's head over and over with shot after shot with closed fist strikes, until Nostalgia shoves him off! Amis hits the canvas and Nostalgia bum rushes Amis with a standing lariat that nearly beheads Amis Shelton! The small frame of Shelton crumbles into the canvas as Nostalgia falls back into the corner, trying to get a breather.
Bennett: These guys are spent! They’ve been going hard as a sum’ bitch!
Aiello: Don’t think that’s forcing it a little?
Bennett: Shud’ up!
Amis manages to recover with a tuck and roll and rushes right back at Nostalgia, spearing him in the gut with a shoulder ram, then lifting Nos up to a seated position on the top rope. Amis then springboards off the bottom rope and hops onto the top rope with the giant, leaps onto his shoulders for a Frankensteiner!
Bennett: Nostalgia blocked it!
Amis tries to yank the larger Nos off the top rope, only to bend back and not have Nostalgia lean forward. Amis failed to notice Nostalgia locking his legs in the ropes and keeping a tight grip around Amis’ legs!
Carter: Amis is in a bad way here!
With a great deal of effort, Nostalgia lifts Amis up, then unhooks his legs and rises to the very top rope, Amis battering away at his skull but Nos ignores each and every shot. The big man stretches and then simply leans forward with a deadfall, Amis flailing all the way as Nostalgia delivers him to the canvas with an explosive falling super powerbomb off the top rope! The crowd ERUPTS!
Bennett: Holy shit! Holy shit!!
As Nos slowly rises to his feet with a roar from the crowd, Rob Garcia appears at ringside holding his self proclaimed title above his head. The sight of Rob infuriates and distracts Nostalgia long enough as Neo James Carner surprises him with a running Neo Sympho-Knee to Nos’ face!!! Nostalgia falls back onto the ropes as a crutch, clutching at his forehead with a growl! Meanwhile, Neo James Carner makes the cover on a seemingly down and out Amis!
ONE!!!
Aiello: No! Not like this!
TWO!!!!
Carter: Dammit! Kick out!!!
TTTHHRRR-AMIS JUST MANAGES TO KICKOUT!!!
Amis barely throws his shoulder up, Neo swears to himself as Rob Garcia freaks out at ringside. Neo demands the ref to count again but despite that, found himself being ripped off of Amis by Nostalgia! The big man forces Neo to a vertical position clocks him with a right hook, then spins around and rocks him off his feet with THE PUNCHLINE!!! Immediately Nostalgia makes the cover on NJC! Rob Garcia freaks out as he bangs on the apron begging Neo to kick out!
ONE!!
Bennett: NOSTALGIA IS GOING TO DO IT!
TWO!!!
TTTHHHRRRR-BROKEN UP!
Amis manages to get to his feet and lunge for the two, breaking up the pinfall with a front flip double axe handle! Nostalgia sits up with wince and gets right to his feet, stalking after Amis yet again. This time, however, Mr. F'N Shelton leaps onto the ropes and springboards himself at Nostalgia, only to be caught! With a wicked grin, Nostalgia barrels towards the nearest corner at full speed, only for Amis to reverse at the last second.
Bennett: God damn Amis, don’t know when to quit!
Amis slips his legs free from Nostalgia's one arm, while hooking his own around the big man's neck and falling back while tripping his legs up, turning the slam into an improvised and somewhat sloppy reverse STO slam face first into the corner, leaving both men fallen in a heap! Amis goes for the quick cover!
ONE!
TWO!!!
T-KEITH AND DARIAN PULL NOSTALGIA OUT FROM UNDER AMIS!
Carter: It’s anybody’s game at this point and these damn ReVenants are interfering! This isn’t right, this isn’t fair!
Bennett: They’re here to play correctly, not fairly!
As Amis and Nostalgia both pull apart from one another, Amis getting first to his feet, Neo rushes back into the ring with a hard knee lift into Shelton’s gut, then scoops Amis up onto his shoulder! Amis slips out the back and then delivers a spinning wheel kick but Neo manages to duck underneath. Neo throws a spartan kick into Amis’ chest that sends him backwards into the ropes. As Amis comes rushing back, Neo tosses him up for a pop up powerslam but Amis catches Neo with a twisting Headscissors takedown! Rob is busy bragging to Maggie at ringside that his title is more prestigious than her FSW, she responds by slapping Rob in the face. Keith and Darian escort Rob away before his temper gets the best of him.
Carter: Amis just showing off that fluid style at this point while these numbskulls play fools at ringside.
Bennett: Hmm, there goes my idea for swooning Maggie. Was gonna show her my old straps.
Amis rolls into a kip up and catches Neo in the chest with a seated low kick to the chest! Amis goes for another kick but Neo catches it, quickly twisting Amis’ leg into a Dragon Screw! Neo collapses onto his belly trying to catch his breath.
Aiello: These men have driven each other to the limit!
Suddenly Keith Williams and Darian Gray jump up onto the apron and try to enter the ring. Nostalgia rushes over to the ropes and both men hop off the apron. Rob Garcia rushes into the ring with his Faux title and goes to hit Nostalgia from behind, but the giant ducks underneath and back body drops Rob over the top rope onto Keith and Darian on the outside!
Aiello: Thank you!
Bennett: The Revenants did nothing to do deserve this!!
All three men slowly get up as the crowd roars in approval at the three men who have done everything and anything to win this match!
Carter: Who wants it more!?
Neo and Amis begin going at it like dogs as Nostalgia staggers near the ropes for a moment but the three ReVs on the outside grab Nostalgia by the ankles and try to pull the giant out of the ring. Nostalgia manages to kick the ReVs off of him and then manages to kick Rob in the face sending him flying back into Keith and Darian. Neo manages to hook Amis in a Fireman’s Carry.
Carter: Neo’s going to end it here!
Neo stomps around the ring for a moment, holding the dazed Amis up while shouting out, "RRRREV IT UUUUUPPP!!" He fails to notice the monster that is Nostalgia back on his feet and upon turning to face the corner, he was met with a massive boot to the face. Amis and Neo both go down in a heap on the canvas!
Bennett: No! Not like this!
Bennett: No! Not like this!
Neo rolls around to the center of the ring, clutching at his face while Nostalgia gathers up Amis. Giving him a stern knee lift to the gut, he scoops him up into a fireman's carry and brings him crashing to the canvas with a piledriver finish called PAVLOV'S BELL ON TOP OF NEO’S CHEST!!! !!! On impact, he rolls Amis onto his back and Nostalgia quickly covers Shelton and hooks the leg!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
TTTHHHRRREEE!!!
DING DING DING!!
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NNNNEEEWWW EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION, NNNNNNOOOOOSSSTTTTAAAAALLLLGGGGIIIIAAAAAA!!!!
Nostalgia rises from the unconscious bodies of Amis Shelton and Neo James Carner as the ReVs look from outside the ring in complete and utter shock and dismay. Nostalgia gets the Championship in hand from the official and raises it up high over his head with a roar of triumph, his music blaring loud and proud the entire time!!! Amis slowly pulls himself together, letting out an exasperated sigh as the ReVs collect the former TV Champ Neo whose been totally knocked out by Nostalgia! Each ReVenant grabs a Neo limb and drag him out of the ring. Nostalgia holds the title high above his head as he climbs the top rope. Maggie Lockheart applauds her partner's efforts at ringside.
Bennett: WHAT!? I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST WITNESSED
Aiello: NOSTALGIA HAS DONE IT! NOSTALGIA HAS DONE IT!! The underdog himself has just defied the odds and he’s won his first championship here in EWC!
Carter: The future of the TV Championship is about to change with it’s new champion. No one expected this outcome here tonight. Neo has been an outstanding Television Champion. Every week has put that title on the line and he won match after match, defense after defense .. this is truly shocking
Aiello: Nostalgia is the new EWC Television Champion ladies and gentleman. What a moment for him. His first taste of gold in the EWC, something he's worked so hard to accomplish. Its a dream come true for him and a message to everyone, never give up on your dreams. Keep working at it.
Carter: What a moment, what a night, what a show! We are out of time friends. Thank you to Cleveland for being such great hosts. We will see you next week at Brawl #502 ... Good Night everyone
Nostalgia continues to celebrate as the show comes to an end
Aiello: Nostalgia is the new EWC Television Champion ladies and gentleman. What a moment for him. His first taste of gold in the EWC, something he's worked so hard to accomplish. Its a dream come true for him and a message to everyone, never give up on your dreams. Keep working at it.
Carter: What a moment, what a night, what a show! We are out of time friends. Thank you to Cleveland for being such great hosts. We will see you next week at Brawl #502 ... Good Night everyone
Nostalgia continues to celebrate as the show comes to an end
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The scene shifts to the arena parking lot where none other than EWC's President Mac is talking to Captain Morgan Darkwater, who has the International Championship resting on his left shoulder.
President Mac: ...and so I told him, you need to stop picking at it or it will never heal. Anyways .. I’ve been thinking it’s been awhile since you’ve had your last title defense, Morgan. I have your next opponent picked out ..
Captain Morgan: Aye, much as I've worn this beauty wit' pride, th' ol’ fighting spirit of a champion been gnawing at me’ fer quite some time. Who did ye’ have in mind? Stitches? Xavier Reid? King Flip? Don't tell me... Shadow Man himself be comin' outta retirement t' take a shot?
President Mac: The International Championship is a Brawl exclusive Championship .. so I was thinking of someone who resides here on BRAWL obviously
Just then the ReVenants all come out hauling Neo James Carner, the former Television Champion is full of rage and venom as Keith Williams, Darian Gray and Rob Garcia aide their fallen comrade.
NJC: Oh, lookie here. The whole poupouri of pathetic. You got Captain Hurl Organs Dickwaddler and the King of Kiss Drake’s Ass Fanclub and EWC, President Mac. You know I was robbed out there Mac, you know I could beat Amis and Nostalgia with my hands tied behind my back! I’m the wrestling dream! I can beat anybody! I could beat you!
Keith, Darian and Rob all shout words of agreement with their ReVenant comrade.
President Mac: Ah, vocal as ever. Neo, I was paying attention to your words here earlier tonight. You said you wanted to cash in your rematch clause for a shot at Ace. I don’t run the show at Rampage, and Ace King doesn’t work directly under my roster. You want to go play invader like your boy there, go do it, fine by me but you won't be getting a title shot out of it. I sign your checks and I make the matches.
NJC: You can’t do this! You can’t tell me what to do!
Mac chuckles to himself as he shakes his head.
President Mac: You’re a EWC employee, and you wrestle for BRAWL. I'm not trying to be a dick here, just stating facts .. unless you and your boys wanna line up at the unemployment line....?
NJC: No….
Mac gets right in Neo’s face.
Mac: I'm all about rewarding in ring success. I might not like the things you say or do outside the ring, but I'll never hold someone back based on if I like them or not .. so that’s why on February 26th at Brawl #503...
Neo’s eyes glower right into Mac’s.
Mac: You will be facing Captain Morgan Darkwater for the International Championship!
Neo’s eyes light up like a Christmas Tree, as his stable-mates start grinning and looking at Morgan like a pack of hungry hyenas.
Mac: And for that match, all The ReVenants are banned from the building.
The look of fear, shock and terror is real on the faces. In unison all the ReVenants begin freaking out.
Mac: I'm already taking measures to make sure that's a reality. The ReVenants will not determine the outcome of this match. Its a straight up one on one with no outside interference allowed. Period.
The ReVenants are in full rage mode. Captain Morgan slaps his title with a look of sheer joy.
Captain Morgan: Aye, an' you’ve never beaten me without a lass o' yers involved in the match - matter of fact ye've never beaten me on yer own, or without help. It’ll be a pleasure t' kick 'yer deluded arse from sea t' shining sea!
Morgan lets out a very boisterous laugh that’d make the Million Dollar Man blush. Mac places his hands in his pockets with a big smile on his face. Neo, Darian, Rob and Keith are all up in arms over this decision.
TO BE CONTINUED ON BRAWL #502
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END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: Neo James Carner
MATCH TWO: Melinda Rhodes
MATCH THREE: Neo James Carner
MATCH FOUR: David Miller
MATCH FIVE: Melinda Rhodes
MATCH SIX: David Miller
MAIN EVENT: The New Kids on the Block
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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SINGLES MATCH
DOMINIC SANDERS
VS ROB GARCIA
WINNER: Rob Garcia
SINGLES MATCH
KENDRICK KROSS
VS JUSTIN MATTHEWS
WINNER: Kendrick Kross
SINGLES MATCH
DARIAN GRAY
VS FRATER PERDURABO (N/S)
WINNER: Darian Gray
SINGLES MATCH
KEITH WILLIAMS
VS CAL PINE (N/S)
WINNER: Keith Williams
SINGLES MATCH
RUTHANN HUNTER
VS AJ JOHNSON
WINNER: AJ Johnson
NON TITLE MATCH
DAVID MILLER
VS MORGAN DARKWATER
WINNER: Morgan Darkwater
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
TRIPLE THREAT LADDER MATCH
NOSTALGIA
VS AMIS SHELTON
VS NEO JAMES CARNER
WINNER: Nostalgia (and NEW EWC Television Champion)
MNB #501 MVP: Nostalgia, Neo James Carner & Amis Shelton
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