Post by MNB on Aug 6, 2018 18:04:04 GMT -6
WARNING:
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #514 | AUGUST 6TH 2018LIVE! from the Chesapeake Energy Arena, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Victor Price
Assistant General Manager: Roger "Doc" Hollister
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart
General Manager: Victor Price
Assistant General Manager: Roger "Doc" Hollister
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart
"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasts in the Arena
The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night Brawls Nineteen year history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to the last episode #513 in Atlanta, Georgia.
Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Ruthann Hunter, Ashton Drake and then Xplode all with the EWC Championship.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night Brawl Superstars: Kendrick Kross, Dominic Sanders, David Scott, Griffin Hawkins, Nostalgia, Morgan Darkwater, Amis Shelton, Anthony Grunge, Bishop Church, Mike McGuire, Emma Louise, Rob Garcia, Natalie Young, Charlie Hardin, "Fabulous" Frankie Hayes, Nick James, Young Sinatra, and Happy.
We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl:
Kendrick Kross with the Television Championship
Nostalgia with the X-Division Championship
Griffin Hawkins with the International Championship
and finally...
Natalie Young with the Undisputed Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
The energy at the Chesapeake Energy Arena is electrifying.
People are still trying to push their way into the arena outside.
The energy at the Chesapeake Energy Arena is electrifying.
People are still trying to push their way into the arena outside.
A chant begins of
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading
"Make Me the TV Champ!"
"SOUTHERN BELLE CHAMP!"
"Nostalgia 4:20"
"THE CATALYST IS BACK!"
"Dominic Under Investigation"
"EWC4LIFE"
and "NSFWWWW!!!!!"
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.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading
"Make Me the TV Champ!"
"SOUTHERN BELLE CHAMP!"
"Nostalgia 4:20"
"THE CATALYST IS BACK!"
"Dominic Under Investigation"
"EWC4LIFE"
and "NSFWWWW!!!!!"
As the camera pans around the Chesapeake Energy Arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcers' table, where we see Joe Aiello, Steve Bennett, and Max Carter. Steve Bennett, however, is on his cell phone. A slight-bit annoyed, Joe Aiello starts the show without him.
Aiello: Hello, everyone! Welcome to Monday Night BRAWL live from the Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City! We have got a great night planned for you tonight, although it might be hard to top what we saw last Monday night!
Sanders makes his way to the corner, climbs to the top turnbuckle, steadies, then leaps, and crashes down on the chair, Hawkins rolled from under the chair at the last second. Griffin quickly grabs the Stop Sign, slams it down on the back of Sanders, then drops it. He grabs Sanders, sets him up, then drives him face-first into the stop sign with South of Heaven. Price starts the count... 1...2...3......8...9...10! DING DING DING
He seems to have recovered, as he walks somewhat gingerly to the middle of the ring, right into Natalie who grabs him and flawlessly hits THE HITTING BOTTOM!!! The crowd roars as it counts along!!! 1...2...3! DING DING DING
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEEEEW...
Kendrick Kross with the Television Championship "TELEVISION CHAMPION!"
Griffin Hawkins with the International Championship "INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!"
Natalie Young with the Undisputed Championship "UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!"
All three side-by-side-by-side with their respective titles up in the air high as we fade back to the broadcast table.
Aiello: That's right... we saw not one, not two, but THREE titles change hands last Monday night in Atlanta!
Carter: And only four weeks prior to the big-time Main Event at Night of Champions. As of last Monday that match looked like this:
Graphic comes across the screen with Luke Wolfe, Dominic Sanders, Ace King, Nostalgia, Xavier Reid, Candy, and Bishop Church on it.
Aiello: And, as of right now, it looks something like this:
Graphic comes across the screen with Natalie Young, Griffin Hawkins, Ace King, Nostalgia, Xavier Reid, Candy, and Kendrick Kross on it.
Carter: And it can change even more tonight! For the final time before Night of Champions, we will see gold on the line. Kendrick Kross will defend his newly-won Television Championship against Amis Shelton, who won a contenders match against Vannah White last week.
Aiello: Speaking of Vannah White, we were told just about an hour ago that she is not going to make it to the Chesapeake Energy Arena tonight. 'Doc' Hollister insists that he will have something special for Young Sinatra later tonight, but we have no clue what that is.
Carter: All we know is that Young Sinatra has been informed to make sure he is dressed to compete tonight.
Aiello: And, in our other title match tonight, Nostalgia will put his X-Division Championship on the line when he faces relative newcomer Happy in our Main Event!
Carter: A lot of people think Happy doesn't deserve this chance, and they may have a point. But 'Doc' believes that starting off hot in a smaller division of competitors where survival is key has earned him this chance.
Bennett finally hangs up his phone and turns towards the camera.
Bennett: Okay, what you sumbitches talkin' about?
Aiello: Nice of you to join us, Steve. Care to share with the whole world why you haven't been with us for the last seven minutes?
Bennett: I ain't gotta tell you shit! I was on the phone with 'Doc' tryin' to get information on that match with Young Sinatra! Happy?!
Carter: I'm not so sure I believe you, Steve...
'Monster' hits the sound system... and the moment those opening notes hit? The crowd goes crazy, cheers threatening to drown out Paramore entirely for the fierce competitor that brought the Undisputed Championship back to BRAWL. As soon as Natalie Young emerges from behind the curtain in a smart-looking charcoal pantsuit with the title held over her head in both hands, though, the fans reach deafening levels--and that makes the smile upon her lips all the wider.
Aiello: What an ovation for the newly-minted Undisputed Champion!
Bennett: I can't hear myself think! This is insane!
Carter: Insane and insanely well-deserved! After everything she's endured, Natalie Young is finally at the top of the mountain!
Placing the Undisputed Championship upon her shoulder, the Southern Belle begins heading down the ramp. While she usually makes her way out to the ring with a certain amount of haste, this time she's taking her time and making sure that each and every hand is slapped and not a fan is missed. She chooses to climb the ring steps and enter the ring that way rather than sliding in. Accepting a microphone from the P.A., even after her theme is cut? The crowd's cheers remain just as loud as before--and they spike even higher, somehow, when Natalie plays to them by extending her right arm toward the sky, bringing the title with it.
Bennett: Ow, my ears! Make it stop! It's great the Undisputed Championship is back on BRAWL, but Nat ain't that special!
Aiello: The fans clearly disagree, Steve!
Allowing her arm to drop back down and that belt to rest upon her shoulder once more, her other arm moves to try to signal the fans to settle down enough for her to speak.
Young: Good evening, Monday Night BRAWL!
...and there go the cheers again, though they're quicker to quiet down this time at least. A faint chuckle can be heard before the blond continues.
Young: Thank you for the warm welcome--and thank you for having my back when I needed it most. Your support is what makes this whole dream work... and I don't mean that to be figurative or poetic. No, without you brave souls that followed Luke Wolfe to RAMPAGE and refused to let him shove how he robbed me under the rug, who knows if I would have gotten the opportunity to make it right?
Mentioning Luke Wolfe earns a bit of a mixed reaction from the crowd, the hardcore BRAWL fans jeering the man that all but bled green. The Southern Belle is quick to hold up her free hand, the championship remaining in place upon her shoulder even as she gestures for clemency.
Young: Now, now... there's no reason for that. For all that we've been at one another's throats, Luke has earned my respect--at least, he has when it comes to what he can do in the ring. While the whole setting me on fire thing will always be at the back of my mind, there's no denying that he can go once the bell rings. If he wants my respect beyond that, though... then he's going to need to do something that I know from experience is a hard ask, but that's ultimately what makes it worth so much. Luke?
And the Undisputed Champion brings her focus directly to the camera, as if she were looking him in the face rather than into a lens.
Young: You need to own your mistakes. Don't sweep them under the rug, don't deny them, don't act like you've done nothing wrong when the entire world saw you do it. You keep talking about respect and doing the right thing--the right thing means taking responsibility for our actions and seeing them through, regardless of what the consequences might be. And that, Luke... is why I am vowing on the Undisputed Championship that we both hold in high regard that I'm going to find out just who interfered in our first match. I am going to bring that... that bastard to justice--
Before Natalie can say anything more, 'My Way' by Limp Bizkit hits the sound system, the crowd jeering both because of the song itself and in anticipation of the authority figure that is about to emerge. As Victor Price saunters his way out from behind the curtain, the boos only intensify.
Aiello: What in the world--why is Victor Price interrupting the champion?
Bennett: He doesn't need a reason, Aiello. He's the boss! He can do whatever he wants.
Carter: Well whatever it is he's out here for... I don't have a good feeling about it.
A disapproving 'Tsk.' leaves the lips of the... lesser-liked of BRAWL's GMs as he brings his own mic to his lips, his tone self-congratulatory and scolding all at once.
Price: Now now, Natalie... is that any way to speak about the man that ensured that you got that shot you squandered?
As the implications of what Price said hit her, the Southern Belle's eyes can be seen going wide with shock as boos resonate throughout the air around the arena--but if he notices, he's not making note of it. Not when he's taking a moment to bask in his feeling of self-accomplishment.
Carter: Oh my God, he can't be serious...!
Aiello: Unfortunately, I'm afraid he is. I thought he'd changed, but it's obvious now that his time away has done nothing to correct the problems that were so rampant before!
Bennett: He did what needed to be done! What's the big deal?
Aiello: Are you even listening to yourself right now?! If you don't get what the problem is now, then there's no helping you.
Victor lets out the kind of a sigh one usually releases upon the completion of a job well done.
Price: Though I can't be mad at you, not with how you held onto that mangy Wolfe like a pitbull and made him give you a rematch! I couldn't have chosen anyone better to bring the Undisputed Championship back to my brand, so really Natalie--good job. You deserve the bonus that'll be on your next payche--
Young: No.
The distaste in Natalie's tone earns a few cheers, though Price once again doesn't seem to be paying her any real attention. She's been heard, sure... but not listened to.
Price: Oh, no... I insist. We've got a lot of work to do, and you're gonna need a few pretty dresses for all the pressers and photo shoots. And you're gonna have to lose those Pollyanna curls, too--
The Southern Belle's expression continues to darken... and the fans notice, beginning to cheer her on.
Aiello: I know that look, guys. My wife has been guilty of giving it to me on many occasions.
Bennett: What, the 'I don't wanna make you a sandwich, but I will anyway' look? I've seen that one too, plenty of times.
Carter: Are you really that obtuse, Steve? Or do you have to try at it?
Victor, meanwhile, is nodding as he holds onto the delusion that the fans are cheering him and his ideas when in reality, they're cheering the idea of Natalie handing him his ass on a silver platter.
Price: See?! The fans agree that a makeover would be good for your image--
Young: Shut up!
And just like that, Natalie can't take it anymore. Now that gets through Price's ego, the crowd hitting their feet as he stares at the ring with his eyes wide and his mouth agape--and it only gets worse from there because now, the Champion is going off on the GM.
Young: For one, I don't want your bonus--and for another? I don't want anything to do with the piece of garbage that decided that cheap tactics were the only way to get what he wants when I proved that I can get the job done on my own! You didn't help me win the Undisputed Title, you overblown moron! All you did was throw doubt onto my ability to do this the right way! So if you ever stick your nose in my affairs again, if I catch so much as a whiff of your involvement in any of my matches ever again...
Taking advantage of Natalie needing to take a breath, Victor tries to reclaim control.
Price: Are you threatening me, little girl? Because you won't like what happens--
Unfortunately for him, the Southern Belle isn't about to let that happen.
Young: Not only will I vacate the Undisputed Championship, but I will hand-deliver it to Luke Wolfe myself!
And at that, the crowd comes unglued at the honor that Natalie is holding herself to as Victor's face turns a brilliant crimson in rage at being so openly and vehemently defied.
Aiello: Whoa!
Bennett: Has that little blond bimbo lost her mind?! It's bad enough that she's foolin' around with that mouthy moron Mike McGuire, but for her to turn traitor--
Carter: She isn't turning traitor, Steve. She's putting Victor in his place--and the fans are loving it!
The GM's openly sputtering as he brings his mic back up to his lips, only the tail end of it being caught.
Price: I--I-- you little bitch! How dare you--
A wordless sound of frustration leaves Price's lips as Young strides over to the ropes--her gaze boring into his as she leans against the ropes.
Young: It seems like you didn't pick so well after all--well, not since you were obviously looking for a lapdog instead of a lioness. Did you really think that I'd let what you just confessed to go when I just got done holding Luke accountable for his sins? And look at how that turned out. So if I were you, Victor... I'd be thinking real hard about what you do from here. Because just like how the world saw what he did, they saw what you did, too. We all see through you... and more importantly?
Leaning forward for emphasis, the Undisputed Champion snarls out a promise rather than a threat.
Young: We all will bring you down.
And in an act of defiance that will likely see one of the A/V guys getting their pink slip, 'Monster' hits the sound system, the Southern Belle handing her mic politely to one of the ringside PAs while Victor can be seen having a fit at the top of the ramp.
Aiello: While one has to admire Natalie's commitment to fairness, I can't help but think that she made a mistake here.
Bennett: Well obviously she did! There's two people in this company you don't wanna cross--I'm one, and Victor Price is the other. She's gonna regret this sooner rather than later, mark my words!
Carter: I'm pretty sure President Mac would disagree with you about the former, but I'm afraid you've got a point at the end there. Natalie Young has just made herself an enemy of Victor Price, and that's going to make it all the harder for her.
Aiello: Hello, everyone! Welcome to Monday Night BRAWL live from the Chesapeake Energy Arena in Oklahoma City! We have got a great night planned for you tonight, although it might be hard to top what we saw last Monday night!
VIDEO COMPILATION REPLAY
Church rolls over to his stomach and pushes himself off the mat with his arms as Kross charges for the ropes and bounces back driving Church face first into the mat with The Tramp Stamp. ... Kross looks down at Church before leaping through the air and driving his feet into his chest with the Post Mortem. Kross hooks the legs of Church for the cover as the ref makes the count. 1...2...3! DING DING DINGSanders makes his way to the corner, climbs to the top turnbuckle, steadies, then leaps, and crashes down on the chair, Hawkins rolled from under the chair at the last second. Griffin quickly grabs the Stop Sign, slams it down on the back of Sanders, then drops it. He grabs Sanders, sets him up, then drives him face-first into the stop sign with South of Heaven. Price starts the count... 1...2...3......8...9...10! DING DING DING
He seems to have recovered, as he walks somewhat gingerly to the middle of the ring, right into Natalie who grabs him and flawlessly hits THE HITTING BOTTOM!!! The crowd roars as it counts along!!! 1...2...3! DING DING DING
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEEEEW...
Kendrick Kross with the Television Championship "TELEVISION CHAMPION!"
Griffin Hawkins with the International Championship "INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION!"
Natalie Young with the Undisputed Championship "UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!"
All three side-by-side-by-side with their respective titles up in the air high as we fade back to the broadcast table.
VIDEO COMPILATION REPLAY
Aiello: That's right... we saw not one, not two, but THREE titles change hands last Monday night in Atlanta!
Carter: And only four weeks prior to the big-time Main Event at Night of Champions. As of last Monday that match looked like this:
Graphic comes across the screen with Luke Wolfe, Dominic Sanders, Ace King, Nostalgia, Xavier Reid, Candy, and Bishop Church on it.
Aiello: And, as of right now, it looks something like this:
Graphic comes across the screen with Natalie Young, Griffin Hawkins, Ace King, Nostalgia, Xavier Reid, Candy, and Kendrick Kross on it.
Carter: And it can change even more tonight! For the final time before Night of Champions, we will see gold on the line. Kendrick Kross will defend his newly-won Television Championship against Amis Shelton, who won a contenders match against Vannah White last week.
Aiello: Speaking of Vannah White, we were told just about an hour ago that she is not going to make it to the Chesapeake Energy Arena tonight. 'Doc' Hollister insists that he will have something special for Young Sinatra later tonight, but we have no clue what that is.
Carter: All we know is that Young Sinatra has been informed to make sure he is dressed to compete tonight.
Aiello: And, in our other title match tonight, Nostalgia will put his X-Division Championship on the line when he faces relative newcomer Happy in our Main Event!
Carter: A lot of people think Happy doesn't deserve this chance, and they may have a point. But 'Doc' believes that starting off hot in a smaller division of competitors where survival is key has earned him this chance.
Bennett finally hangs up his phone and turns towards the camera.
Bennett: Okay, what you sumbitches talkin' about?
Aiello: Nice of you to join us, Steve. Care to share with the whole world why you haven't been with us for the last seven minutes?
Bennett: I ain't gotta tell you shit! I was on the phone with 'Doc' tryin' to get information on that match with Young Sinatra! Happy?!
Carter: I'm not so sure I believe you, Steve...
'Monster' hits the sound system... and the moment those opening notes hit? The crowd goes crazy, cheers threatening to drown out Paramore entirely for the fierce competitor that brought the Undisputed Championship back to BRAWL. As soon as Natalie Young emerges from behind the curtain in a smart-looking charcoal pantsuit with the title held over her head in both hands, though, the fans reach deafening levels--and that makes the smile upon her lips all the wider.
Aiello: What an ovation for the newly-minted Undisputed Champion!
Bennett: I can't hear myself think! This is insane!
Carter: Insane and insanely well-deserved! After everything she's endured, Natalie Young is finally at the top of the mountain!
Placing the Undisputed Championship upon her shoulder, the Southern Belle begins heading down the ramp. While she usually makes her way out to the ring with a certain amount of haste, this time she's taking her time and making sure that each and every hand is slapped and not a fan is missed. She chooses to climb the ring steps and enter the ring that way rather than sliding in. Accepting a microphone from the P.A., even after her theme is cut? The crowd's cheers remain just as loud as before--and they spike even higher, somehow, when Natalie plays to them by extending her right arm toward the sky, bringing the title with it.
Bennett: Ow, my ears! Make it stop! It's great the Undisputed Championship is back on BRAWL, but Nat ain't that special!
Aiello: The fans clearly disagree, Steve!
Allowing her arm to drop back down and that belt to rest upon her shoulder once more, her other arm moves to try to signal the fans to settle down enough for her to speak.
Young: Good evening, Monday Night BRAWL!
...and there go the cheers again, though they're quicker to quiet down this time at least. A faint chuckle can be heard before the blond continues.
Young: Thank you for the warm welcome--and thank you for having my back when I needed it most. Your support is what makes this whole dream work... and I don't mean that to be figurative or poetic. No, without you brave souls that followed Luke Wolfe to RAMPAGE and refused to let him shove how he robbed me under the rug, who knows if I would have gotten the opportunity to make it right?
Mentioning Luke Wolfe earns a bit of a mixed reaction from the crowd, the hardcore BRAWL fans jeering the man that all but bled green. The Southern Belle is quick to hold up her free hand, the championship remaining in place upon her shoulder even as she gestures for clemency.
Young: Now, now... there's no reason for that. For all that we've been at one another's throats, Luke has earned my respect--at least, he has when it comes to what he can do in the ring. While the whole setting me on fire thing will always be at the back of my mind, there's no denying that he can go once the bell rings. If he wants my respect beyond that, though... then he's going to need to do something that I know from experience is a hard ask, but that's ultimately what makes it worth so much. Luke?
And the Undisputed Champion brings her focus directly to the camera, as if she were looking him in the face rather than into a lens.
Young: You need to own your mistakes. Don't sweep them under the rug, don't deny them, don't act like you've done nothing wrong when the entire world saw you do it. You keep talking about respect and doing the right thing--the right thing means taking responsibility for our actions and seeing them through, regardless of what the consequences might be. And that, Luke... is why I am vowing on the Undisputed Championship that we both hold in high regard that I'm going to find out just who interfered in our first match. I am going to bring that... that bastard to justice--
Before Natalie can say anything more, 'My Way' by Limp Bizkit hits the sound system, the crowd jeering both because of the song itself and in anticipation of the authority figure that is about to emerge. As Victor Price saunters his way out from behind the curtain, the boos only intensify.
Aiello: What in the world--why is Victor Price interrupting the champion?
Bennett: He doesn't need a reason, Aiello. He's the boss! He can do whatever he wants.
Carter: Well whatever it is he's out here for... I don't have a good feeling about it.
A disapproving 'Tsk.' leaves the lips of the... lesser-liked of BRAWL's GMs as he brings his own mic to his lips, his tone self-congratulatory and scolding all at once.
Price: Now now, Natalie... is that any way to speak about the man that ensured that you got that shot you squandered?
As the implications of what Price said hit her, the Southern Belle's eyes can be seen going wide with shock as boos resonate throughout the air around the arena--but if he notices, he's not making note of it. Not when he's taking a moment to bask in his feeling of self-accomplishment.
Carter: Oh my God, he can't be serious...!
Aiello: Unfortunately, I'm afraid he is. I thought he'd changed, but it's obvious now that his time away has done nothing to correct the problems that were so rampant before!
Bennett: He did what needed to be done! What's the big deal?
Aiello: Are you even listening to yourself right now?! If you don't get what the problem is now, then there's no helping you.
Victor lets out the kind of a sigh one usually releases upon the completion of a job well done.
Price: Though I can't be mad at you, not with how you held onto that mangy Wolfe like a pitbull and made him give you a rematch! I couldn't have chosen anyone better to bring the Undisputed Championship back to my brand, so really Natalie--good job. You deserve the bonus that'll be on your next payche--
Young: No.
The distaste in Natalie's tone earns a few cheers, though Price once again doesn't seem to be paying her any real attention. She's been heard, sure... but not listened to.
Price: Oh, no... I insist. We've got a lot of work to do, and you're gonna need a few pretty dresses for all the pressers and photo shoots. And you're gonna have to lose those Pollyanna curls, too--
The Southern Belle's expression continues to darken... and the fans notice, beginning to cheer her on.
Aiello: I know that look, guys. My wife has been guilty of giving it to me on many occasions.
Bennett: What, the 'I don't wanna make you a sandwich, but I will anyway' look? I've seen that one too, plenty of times.
Carter: Are you really that obtuse, Steve? Or do you have to try at it?
Victor, meanwhile, is nodding as he holds onto the delusion that the fans are cheering him and his ideas when in reality, they're cheering the idea of Natalie handing him his ass on a silver platter.
Price: See?! The fans agree that a makeover would be good for your image--
Young: Shut up!
And just like that, Natalie can't take it anymore. Now that gets through Price's ego, the crowd hitting their feet as he stares at the ring with his eyes wide and his mouth agape--and it only gets worse from there because now, the Champion is going off on the GM.
Young: For one, I don't want your bonus--and for another? I don't want anything to do with the piece of garbage that decided that cheap tactics were the only way to get what he wants when I proved that I can get the job done on my own! You didn't help me win the Undisputed Title, you overblown moron! All you did was throw doubt onto my ability to do this the right way! So if you ever stick your nose in my affairs again, if I catch so much as a whiff of your involvement in any of my matches ever again...
Taking advantage of Natalie needing to take a breath, Victor tries to reclaim control.
Price: Are you threatening me, little girl? Because you won't like what happens--
Unfortunately for him, the Southern Belle isn't about to let that happen.
Young: Not only will I vacate the Undisputed Championship, but I will hand-deliver it to Luke Wolfe myself!
And at that, the crowd comes unglued at the honor that Natalie is holding herself to as Victor's face turns a brilliant crimson in rage at being so openly and vehemently defied.
Aiello: Whoa!
Bennett: Has that little blond bimbo lost her mind?! It's bad enough that she's foolin' around with that mouthy moron Mike McGuire, but for her to turn traitor--
Carter: She isn't turning traitor, Steve. She's putting Victor in his place--and the fans are loving it!
The GM's openly sputtering as he brings his mic back up to his lips, only the tail end of it being caught.
Price: I--I-- you little bitch! How dare you--
A wordless sound of frustration leaves Price's lips as Young strides over to the ropes--her gaze boring into his as she leans against the ropes.
Young: It seems like you didn't pick so well after all--well, not since you were obviously looking for a lapdog instead of a lioness. Did you really think that I'd let what you just confessed to go when I just got done holding Luke accountable for his sins? And look at how that turned out. So if I were you, Victor... I'd be thinking real hard about what you do from here. Because just like how the world saw what he did, they saw what you did, too. We all see through you... and more importantly?
Leaning forward for emphasis, the Undisputed Champion snarls out a promise rather than a threat.
Young: We all will bring you down.
And in an act of defiance that will likely see one of the A/V guys getting their pink slip, 'Monster' hits the sound system, the Southern Belle handing her mic politely to one of the ringside PAs while Victor can be seen having a fit at the top of the ramp.
Aiello: While one has to admire Natalie's commitment to fairness, I can't help but think that she made a mistake here.
Bennett: Well obviously she did! There's two people in this company you don't wanna cross--I'm one, and Victor Price is the other. She's gonna regret this sooner rather than later, mark my words!
Carter: I'm pretty sure President Mac would disagree with you about the former, but I'm afraid you've got a point at the end there. Natalie Young has just made herself an enemy of Victor Price, and that's going to make it all the harder for her.
Aiello: We will be right back after a quick word from EWCTV!
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SINGLES MATCH
JIMMY ALLEN
VS EMMA LOUISE
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night BRAWL! We're excited to be only three weeks away from Night of Champions!
Carter: That's right, Joe. It's going to be a jam-packed evening! Not to mention the announcement last week that Drake will be returning to be entered into the EWC Hall of Fame!
Bennett: Whoopdy-doo! They hand that shit out like candy, now!
Carter: You're ridiculous! He's a great competitor!
Aiello: Which brings us to our opening match of the night! One great competitor and one who could very well be the next up-and-coming thing!
Carter: That's right Joe, and what an interesting one it should prove to be as "The Catalyst" Jimmy Allen debuts against EWC's little engine that could, Emma Louise!
Bennett: Let's see what this lil' sumbitch has under the hood! This wont be an easy debut for Allen, but I'm interested to see what this sumbitch has to offer.
Aiello: We're about to find out right now! Here is Jessica now...
Stroup: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A STANDARD SINGLES MATCH AND IT IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! INTRODUCING FIRST...
"Warrior's Call" by Volbeat hit's the house P/A as out steps Jimmy Allen in his full ring gear. He looks confident and strong as he strolls his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans in passing.
Stroup: .... FROM DALLAS TEXAS, STANDING AT 6' 2" AND WEIGHING IN AT 227 LBS!!!
Jimmy slides under the ropes and over the apron with a tuck and roll to his feet. He throws his fists in the air with a burst of air from his lungs as he roars to the crowd
Stroup: "THE CATALYST" JIMMY AAAAALLLLLEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!
The crowd pops a bit as Jimmy slips into his corner and leans against the turnbuckles to wait patiently for the arrival of Emma Louise
Carter: Jimmy certainly looks excited to be here. He made his pro debut back in 2012, but this is the EWC. This is Monday Night Brawl .. welcome to the big leagues Jimmy
Aiello: Jimmy was trained by Mac Bane, Ken Davison and Myke Adams .. so we'll get a first look at what all that training and previous experience has packaged Jimmy to be
Bennett: No amount of training can prepare you for what goes on in an EWC ring. Trust me. Been there. He's in for a wild ride tonight and I can't wait to see what happens
Stroup: AND HIS OPPONENT....
"Neo Geo' plays and Emma dances through the curtain. She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestvly over the top rope
Stroup: FROM LOS SANTOS, STANDING AT 5' 6" AND WEIGHING IN AT SEVERAL POUNDS OF GIRLY GOODNESS ....
EMMA LLLLLLLOOOOUUUUUIIIIISSSSSEEEE!!!
The crowd cheers loudly for Emma!
Carter: Emma Louise is one of the most consistent and dedicated EWC Wrestlers but just can't seem to ever get to that next level. We all want to see her win a Championship and she's had plenty of chances, but just cant seem to get it done when it counts the most. Hopefully tonight will kick-start another run for her
Bennett: You get out what you put in .. simple as that Maxipad. She needs to step up and show this rookie what the EWC is all about .. she is fine as hell, but those looks wont get you wins and wins are what matters if you ever want to be a Champion or a member of the Hall of Fame like yours truly
Aiello: Emma is far from a cake walk that's for sure. She has plenty of wins under her belt
Bennett: Who in the shit are you trying to impress Joe? Jesus. Plenty of wins (laughs directly in Joe's face)
Carter: Well that was rude .. I am sure we are in for a great match here tonight. Rookie vs Vet .. here we go!
Aiello: Both competitors are now stepping up with referee Josh Daniels officiating over this match!
Josh Daniels steps in between both competitors, showing his height closer to Emma's as Jimmy Allen towered over them both. After checking both over and going over the rules, he motions for the bell
DING DING DING
Josh Daniels backs away and Emma immediately rushes in towards Jimmy, quickly catching his wrist as he went for a grapple and twisting him into a side wristlock. Jimmy twists with her quickly and pulls her in for a standing clothesline, but Emma ducks under it, bending forward and cracking him in the face with a back heel kick that sends his head snapping back. Emma quickly pulls him into an inverted facelock and sets up for a Cross Rhodes, but instead, Jimmy powers out of the hold, grabs her wrist and leaps up with a leg lariat taking Emma right off her feet. Jimmy hops to his feet with a nod of his head to a popping crowdAiello: A blistering exchange of moves with Allen coming out on top with a pull-back into a Leg Lariat!
Bennett: Yeah he dropped that sumbitch outta' nowhere on lil' ol' Emma there!
Carter: And he's not done yet!
Jimmy backs into the ropes and springs off with an elbow drop right on Emma before she could even get up, draping himself across her for a pin attempt!
1
2-KICKOUT!!!
Aiello: Only a one and a quarter count!
Carter: He's going to have to do more than that to put down Emma Louise!
Emma rolls a shoulder up and Jimmy sits up, backs into the ropes, and springs off with a senton splash that misses the mark as Emma narrowly avoids the falling body. Jimmy rolls to his feet in time to eat a spin kick that rocks him back with a stumble. Emma then rushes to the ropes, leaps, springs, and gets caught and spun into a full nelson hold. Just as Jimmy's about to back bridge with a vicious Full Nelson Suplex, Emma lifts her legs off the ground and slides out of his grip while cracking him with an improvised Pele style kick to the shoulder
Aiello: Impressive counter by Emma there!
Carter: She's not going down without a fight at all!
Jimmy drops to one knee, clutching at his shoulder as Emma kips to a stand, turns and snaps off a back kick right to the side of her kneeling foe's head, dropping him on his back! Emma then runs and vaults up to the top of the nearest corner and backflips off with a Moonsault splash across Jimmy, hooking the leg for a pinfall
Aiello: MOONSAULT AND A PIN!
1
2-KICKOUT!!!
It wasn't just any old kickout, as Jimmy's elbow smashes into the side of Emma's face to break up the pin. Jimmy then shoves her off, rolling to his feet as Emma does the same, albeit trying to shake loose the cobwebs from her rattled skull
Carter: Jimmy just battered Emma's head to get out of that pin!
Bennett: That's called winnin' tactics! Don't just kick out, smack hell outta' tha' guy pinnin' you if you can! Protect yourself from that sumbitch! He's looking less and less like a rookie making his debut right now
While she's distracted, Jimmy rushes forward with a brutal knee lift, pulls her into a front facelock, then lifts her up to place her feet on the very top rop. He then throws his own legs out from under him, falling back and drilling Emma to the canvas with THE PRIDE DDT! On impact, Jimmy flips her over and covers her for another pin
Carter: OOoooooo She's going to feel that tomorrow!
Aiello: Pride comes before the fall, in this case a pinfall!
1
2
THRE-KICKOUT!!!
Bennett: WHAT? THAT WAS A THREE! REF!!! THAT WAS A THREE! .. somethings just never change with these damn slow counting refs
Emma Louise manages to throw a shoulder up just barely! Jimmy slaps the canvas with a bit of frustration then gathers up Emma Louise and slings her towards a far corner. He then bursts forth at full spring, leaps off onto the ropes and flies towards Emma in the corner with the F5 Kick but Emma falls down and rolls out of the ring, leaving Jimmy Allen's foot to hit nothing but open air and his groin to wind up getting jarred on the top rope. He slumps off with a groan and gets his leg hooked in a way that he's left half hanging in a tree of woe and in alot of pain
Aiello: F5 KICK MISSES IN THE CORNER! The Catalyst is suffering a Cataclysm between his legs there!
Bennett: That .. that was probably the lamest joke since Maxipads face .. brutal shit ..
Emma rolls into the ring, shaking her head a bit from the DDT. Seeing her target hanging upside down in the corner, she lets out a loud cry and bursts full steam ahead towards him, dropping low at the last second and delivering two boots straight to his chest with enough force to dislodge his leg and send him straight to the canvas on his head and shoulders before falling into a heap in the corner. She back rolls away and to her feet, only to quickly dive down, drag him from the corner just past the ropes, and lock on a grounded HLA
Carter: She's got him in a tight Front sleeper!
Bennett: Grounded out with no place to go! Jimmy may actually be done for, I take it back!
For several seconds Jimmy struggles to find leverage, grounded out on the canvas effectively in the front facelock sleeper hold. Being vaguely aware of where he was in the ring, he starts to twist and turn his body despite his vision going darker and his breaths sharp and few if any at all. After several seconds of struggling he hooks a foot in the nearby ropes and Referee Moody was forced to order the hold broken and when Emma held it a little too long, he started to count. At four and a half, Emma released the hold and backed up the customary five feet.
Aiello: The Catalyst gets his foot in the ropes and saves himself from a pass out to a submission!
Bennett: Anyone worth their salt in this business will know to be aware of your ring and surroundings. Know where you are in that ring and by the beard of Zeus, don't put a hold on near the ropes! That's just asking for trouble. Shit on a stick. Summbitch.
Jimmy Allen rolls out of the ring and staggers away, trying to shake the cobwebs loose, then rolls back inside as he does so he sees Emma Louise standing crouched and ready. The two advance towards one another and he fakes her out with a grappling feint only to kick the inside of her knee, followed by another to her gut. Hopping back, he then lunges at her with a spinning inverted crescent kick he calls ..
Aiello: TORNADO ALLEY! EMMA LOUISE JUST TOOK THAT FULL ON!!!!
.. Her head snaps back violently and she falls to the canvas with her eyes rolled back in her head. Jimmy falls across her and hooks the leg
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2
3!
Carter: Put a fork in it, Josh Daniels is ringing the bell!
DING DING DING
Stroup: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL, JIMMY AAAAAALLLLLLLLEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!
Jimmy Allen's theme hit's the PA system as he rises from the unconscious body of Emma Louise, a single fist raised in the air as a broad smile cracks his features. He then drops, rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp and to the back, head held high with pride for a Debut well done
Bennett: Well the kid did alright for himself, though he might have been a bit soft letting Emma off that light
Carter: That was an impressive start on what could be a dominant run for Jimmy Allen here tonight!
Aiello: I really liked what I saw from Jimmy here tonight. What an impressive first match, and to start off with a victory. Wow. I cannot wait to see him in action again. Hopefully sooner rather then later. Well folks .. let's move to commercial. When we return... A HUGE match-up between Kendrick Kross and Amis Shelton will determine who walks into Night of Champions as the EWC Television Champion! Don't go anywhere!
Before we move to commercial, we shoot to Ace Heart power walking through a bunch of fans who are surprised to see him and the camera following him. He sniffs the air, shifting directions rapidly.
Ace Heart: EWC, my nose has picked up the scent of a story. Let’s see where it leads.
Some chanting gets louder as he moves through them and the concession stand area of the lobby.
ROOT-BEER-FLOAT
ROOT-BEER-FLOAT
ROOT-BEER-FLOAT
ROOT-BEER-FLOAT
CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!
He comes up to a group of fans clustered around the ice cream parlor stand. As they keep chanting, the camera pans closer to the catalyst. It’s a tiny little lady with olive colored skin and hair dark as the devil’s soul. She’s got a giant mug of root beer float upended, chugging it down. Parts of the ice cream and drink spill onto her Toby Keith “Should’ve Been A Cowboy” shirt but she keeps going until she’s finished. She slams it down and high fives the people around her. A flicker of recognition flashes on Ace’s face.
Ace Heart: Pardon me. Excuse me. Coming through. Hey, lady, aren’t you BRAWL'S newest signee? Iron Butterfly?
She’s a little surprised by him and straightens out her attire and hair real quick before high fiving him too.
Iron Butterfly: Ya got me, Mr. Ace. Tell the cops to tear down those roadblocks. You caught the Iron Butterfly.
He smiles.
Ace Heart: I knew it was you. Welcome to EWC, Iron Butterfly. Mind if I get a word with you?
She smiles and nods.
Iron Butterfly: Thank you so much, and yes you may.
He points to the fans and the ice cream stand.
Ace Heart: I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask what you were doing here.
She looks confused.
Iron Butterfly: Oh you didn’t know?
She looks to the crowd who jeer Ace some.
Iron Butterfly: Then your ass betta caaaaalllllll somebodaaaaaay.
Ace looks confused at her now.
Iron Butterfly: Mr. Heart, it’s August the sixth. It’s National Root Beer Float Day! On this day in 1893 it was invented. Totes legit. I’m celebrating the holiday with everyone and meeting the crews backstage.
Ace Heart: I learn something new every day. I’m sure because of you Root Beer Float Day is now trending and hashtagged on social media. Now if you don’t mind me asking, what’s up with your name? Iron Butterfly? There was a band in the 60s named that. Its unique.
Iron Butterfly: Honestly Mr. Ace, I’m not the sharpest lightbulb in the crayon box. I was having problems coming up with a ring name. I finally used an online wrestling name generator and Iron Butterfly popped up. I had to roll with it. I’m also the Ambassador of Kick-Your-Ass-Ador so spread the word my brother from a different mother.
He smiles and nods along to her.
Iron Butterfly: Oh and have one, celebrate.
She pulls a big mug of root beer float from the counter and grabs a straw, but hesitates.
Iron Butterfly: Straws aren’t illegal in Oklahoma are they?
Ace Heart: No. I think it’s only a California thing. I must decline the offer. It’s unbecoming of a professional journalist to eat or drink during an interview.
She puts the straw in and hands the mug to him.
Iron Butterfly: Not even one little sip?
She shyly smiles at him.
Ace Heart: Erm, well, I guess just a sip wouldn’t hurt.
He poses with the mug
Ace Heart: National Root Beer Float Day everyone. Drink it up.
He takes a tiny sip.
Ace Heart: Oh man, what is in it?
He takes a gulp.
Ace Heart: Why does this taste so good? I can’t stop.
He takes bigger gulps and hands her the mic while he chugs it like an addict. She fumbles with the mic for a second before speaking into it.
Iron Butterfly: Ummmm EWC and Brawl, I’m Iron Butterfly. Ummm I’m mean, lean, and squeaky clean.
She hides a she-devilish smile behind her hand.
Iron Butterly: Well, two out of three isn’t bad.
She smiles and giggles at Ace still chugging hard, some of the drink slipping through and drizzling onto his nice suit.
Iron Butterfly: I’m a third generation wrestler looking to make it big, and next week I’m hoping to get in on a match. Buy yourself a good seat now, but you’ll only need the edge of it when I’m in that ring. Ba’leed dat.
Her eyes enlarge. She smacks herself on the forehead.
Iron Butterfly: Oh, yah, knew I was forgetting something. I need to visit the general manager. The nice one. The not Victor one. Need to see him about getting a match for next week. Thank you Ace. Thank you EWC. See you all next week in my debut match hopefully. Until then stay high-speed, low drag.
She hands the mic back to Ace as he finishes the drink. The people give him a round of applause. Iron Butterfly dabs his suit dry with some napkins before heading off to find the general manager, leaving the interviewer in place. He gets back into serious journalist mode and nods.
Ace Heart: Thank you Iron Butterfly, we look forward to having you. Let it be known that I interviewed her first. Don’t forget that. Don’t forget that Iron Butterfly will be debuting next week. Enjoy the next words from our sponsors and enjoy celebrating National Root Beer Float Day.
As we return from commercial break... Ace Heart is backstage, facing the camera.
Ace Heart: Ladies and Gentlemen...my guest at this time, the NEW EWC International Champion, Griffin Hawkins!
The crowd in the arena goes wild as Griffin smiles, coming into the shot with the International Title around his shoulder.
Ace Heart: Griffin, I just want to say congratulations on your victory in what was a wild Last Man Standing Match between you and Dominic Sanders. I have to ask, through all the pain..was it worth it in the end?
Griffin Hawkins: Was it worth it?....Let me tell you something Ace. Last week, two men stood in that very ring out there. They scratched, they clawed, and they fought for what they believed in...and that was the International Title. We both agreed that it would come down to 10 seconds...and in those 10 seconds, I sent Sanders to the South of Heaven..and I became the last man standing. You ask me was it worth it?....you're damn right it was. Because here I stand..celebrating my third year here in EWC as the NEW International Champion.
Ace Heart: Unfortunately..after Brawl went off the air, Sanders was involved in a car accident due to drinking and driving..thankfully he wasn't seriously hurt, but President Mac has chosen to suspend him indefinitely. What are your feelings on that?
Griffin Hawkins: Well..it's really unfortunate to see that happen to somebody. In wrestling, we're all a big family..if one of us is hurt, we all hurt. But I'm not gonna stand here and pretend to feel sorry for Dominic Sanders after all the months of him launching personal attacks on me, bringing up my family, jumping me from behind, even going as far as to impersonate me and trash me publicly with the help of some cheesy cover band. For the last few months this guy was spitting in the face of all I represent. He's been making a mockery of my legacy, looking to use it as a stepping stone just to build himself up. So I'm not gonna pretend that I feel bad for him..even though I do know what it's like to have problems with addiction. While I can't feel sorry for him, I'm not that callous that I'm gonna kick him when he's down. Me and the others believe he got what he deserved in the Last Man Standing Match..but he did not deserve what happened to him later on in the night. All I can say for him now is..maybe some time away from wrestling will give him a chance to get the help he needs and the time to reflect on things, and hopefully grow up.
Ace Heart: Be that as it may..you are now officially in the Main Event of Night of Champions where all singles Champions will be facing Natalie Young, the Undisputed Champion, you must feel excited for it.
Griffin Hawkins: You have no idea. Night of Champions..this event is where it all started for The Jukebox Hero in EWC. I made my official debut at this PPV, Now years later..I am in the main event..I....
He then stops for a moment as the camera pans over to the new EWC Undisputed Champion, Natalie Young. The crowd at the arena comes to life once again with cheers as she smiles at Griffin, holding the Undisputed Title around her right shoulder.
Natalie Young: Mister Hawkins, we finally meet. Sorry to interrupt, I just figured I stop on by and see the new International Champion.
Griffin Hawkins: Well, it is nice to see the new Undisputed Champion. I never got a chance to say face to face, but congratulations on winning the big one and walking out with the biggest prize in our sport.
Natalie Young: I appreciate that, and in that same token, I say congrats on you achieving your goal in becoming the International Champion...you did it the old fashioned way, you earned it, and that's very commendable.
Griffin Hawkins: That's how I've always believed in doing things. I didn't kiss anyone's ass to get where I'm at, I earned everything I have..and it looks like you and me seem to have the same beliefs when it comes to Championships, you worked hard to get here today..just to become Undisputed Champion, and I respect that.
Natalie Young: Thank you, that means a lot. Now, I don't want there to be any bad blood between us. By all means, I respect you. You've been everywhere and you've done a lot in your tenure in EWC..but at Night of Champions, this belt is on the line. I know the last time you had a shot at this belt, things didn't go as planned..which is why I know how bad you want this.
Griffin Hawkins: Well..you are right Nattie...the main reason I came to this place years ago was for that. *points to the title* And I respect you for your ability to beat Luke Wolfe, take it from experience, it's not an easy task to do. And while I respect you and consider you a friend..at Night of Champions, friendship is out the window, business is business..and I gotta do what I gotta do to leave with both the International Title and the Undisputed Title, it's nothing personal against you.
Natalie Young: I understand. With everyone gunning for me, I know I'm a target. I might as well paint a bullseye on my back. But if it's down to us when it's all said and done, then may the best athlete win.
Griffin Hawkins: I agree...from one Champion to another, let's give the EWC fans a good show.
The two shake hands and part ways. In the background we can see "Doc" Hollister watching and rubbing his chin in an intrigued fashion as we go back to ringside.
EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
AMIS SHELTON
VS KENDRICK KROSS
Aiello: Generally, that would be considered friendly banter between the new Undisputed Champion and the new International Champion, but you just know there's a lot of heat in those voices.
Bennett: Heat? You couldn't warm a cup of coffee with that tame conversation!
Carter: And one has to wonder what's going through the mind of "Doc" Hollister. He just witnessed two of his mega-stars meet up in the back for the first time.
Aiello: I'm sure he is loving seeing the Undisputed Championship on BRAWL... speaking of Championships, let's go to Jessica in the ring!
Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC Television Championship!!!
YOUNG RENEGADE!
The crowd erupt into a chorus of loud cheers as Hollywood Undead's 'Renegade' begins to play on the speakers.
Stroup: Introducing first.. He is from Springfield, Illinois and weighs in tonight at 200lbs.. 'The Renegade'.... AMIS.... SHEEEEELLLLTTOOOOOON!
Amis Shelton emerges from behind the curtain with his arms outstretched as he embraces the reception from the crowd with Allana Shelton following behind. Amis scouts the entire arena with a smile. Nodding his head, he proceeds down the ramp
Amis climbs onto the apron and hops over the top rope and climbs a turnbuckle, aggressively outstretching his arms which generates more cheers from the fans. Amis looks out to the crowd once more before climbing off the turnbuckle and warming up on the spot.
Stroup: And his opponent…
The opening lyrics of Dead Horses hits the PA System.
End over end I've been living,
Through fire, through dirt, and through stone,
Abandoning all, unforgiven,
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging,
Under this skin I've been given,
Lie broken, these travelers bones,
Dead horses have always been ridden,
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging.
Through fire, through dirt, and through stone,
Abandoning all, unforgiven,
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging,
Under this skin I've been given,
Lie broken, these travelers bones,
Dead horses have always been ridden,
So tighten the noose that keeps me hanging.
As they finish a spotlight focuses on Kendrick who is standing in the middle of the stage, the EWC Television Championship around his waist. He looks down at the TV Championship and rubs the front of it before walking down the ramp. He passes by a few fans and slaps some of their hands.
Stroup: From Chelsea, London, weighing at 215 Pounds. He is the EWC Television Champion....Kendrick KROSS!
Kendrick stops in the middle of the ramp, unstraps the belt and raises it in the air before flipping it onto his right shoulder. He then slowly continues walking down the ramp until getting to the end of the ramp where he turns towards the left and goes up the steps then climbs into the ring and walks towards the middle of the ring as he raises the title above his head with a smirk before replacing it on his shoulder and walking over towards the turnbuckle to sit on top of it.
The ref approaches the corner and requests the title from the champion, who folds it up and hands it to the ref never taking his eyes off of Shelton.
The official holds the belt up high in the air, the camera slowly zooms in on the belt before the official hands it to an official on the outside.
DING DING DING
Aiello: You have to admire the fighting spirit of the Television Champion.
Carter: It is definitely of the most prestigious titles we have here in the EWC, it’s the only champion that has the burden of having to defend it week after week, never a chance to breathe.
Aiello: The TV title has always been a staple in pro wrestling boys, ever since the advent of Television. No time for rest, no time for celebration, just who is the next man up… To hold onto that belt for any considerable length of time is a true accomplishment. Let’s see if Kross can make it out tonight with that strap.
Amis walks to the middle of the ring, waving for Kross to meet him in the middle of the ring. Kross hops off the turnbuckle and slowly walks towards the challenger who is shouting at the champion, telling him exactly what he thinks of him. Kross quickly changes speed and darts at the challenger with a variation of a power spear, taking Shelton to the ground!
Carter: Kross wants to take this match to the mat right off the bat!
Aiello: This isn’t a place that Shelton wants to try to match up with Kendrick Kross, there aren’t many in the world as skilled on the ground as Kross.
Kross and Shelton, twist and spin in a smooth chain of reversals that ends in Shelton catching Amis in a cross arm breaker! Shelton, struggles and manages to drag himself to the ropes, grabbing the bottom rope with his free arm! The ref calls for the break, but the champion uses up all of that five count before releasing. Kross lets go and Amis rolls out of the ring holding his arm in pain. As Amis tries to recover, Kross hops on the top rope and springboards off crashing down ontop of Amis with a moonsault! The crowd goes crazy!
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!!!”
Kross picks up Shelton, dragging him over to the ring, he goes to throw Amis in the ring, but Amis throws a leg behind him right between the legs of Kross! And Kross goes down to his knees! Shelton, still trying to shake off the arm breaker picks up Kross and slams him down face first on the ring apron! Kross grabs at his jaw, and Amis rolls him in the ring. Just as Kross gets to his feet, Amis hops on the top rope and springboards off catching Kross with a Hurricanranna! He manages to grab one leg as Kross’ other leg kicks trying to get free from the pin!
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KICKOUT!
They both pop back up to their feet, and Amis throws Kross to the mat with an arm drag take down! Kross pops back up to his feet, and they both charge each other, Amis ducks under a clothsline attempt from Kross, runs up the turnbuckle and moonsaults backwards Kross catches Shelton but the momentum is too much and it rolls up Kross backwards! Shelton grabs Kross’ legs!
1
2
THRE-KICKOUT!
Aiello: Oh!!! Amis nearly caught Kross sleeping!
Carter: Amis has had Kross on his heels ever since escaping that arm breaker, he turned the tide and Kross hasn’t been able to get the momentum back ever since.
Bennett: I don't really care who wins this son-of-a-bitch! I don't mind Amis' Face All, Beat All motto. If Kross wants to even survive this one, it’s all gonna come down to how bad he wants it and what he is willing to do.
Carter: What does that mean?
Bennett: We all know what it means Max, sometimes ya gotta bend the rules a little to turn the tide… we saw Amis do it on the outside, and now look at the momentum, if Kross is going to turn this thing around he is gonna have to do the same thing. But I don't think he's got the guts to do it! Anyone who hangs out with Nostalgia is as yellow as that Television Championship!
Carter: Why does there always have to be a shortcut?
Bennett: There doesn’t always have to be one, but if you can shorten the space between point A and point B you take that son of a bitch! Damn! Listen to what I'm sayin'!
Shelton pops up, and hits the ropes! Kross gets to his feet and again Shelton goes for a Hurricanranna but this time Kross has it scouted and he drops down with Shelton in a seated powerbomb! He holds on looking for the pin!
1
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KICKOUT!
As the match continues it shows Shelton’s head bouncing off the mat in slow motion.
Aiello: Oh! Bad landing from Shelton… You have to wonder if that is gonna leave Shelton a little sluggish.
Bennett: Son.. of… a bitch! I’ve seen a lot of bad falls and that one is definitely gonna cost Amis. This is the opening I was talking about for that Freak and Geek weirdo! If he's smart, he will take advantage!
Carter: Are you suggesting that Kross tried to hurt Amis on purpose?
Bennett: I don’t know about that, but if it were me I would've done it.
Shelton rolls his shoulder holding the back of his head, and Kross slowly stalks the challenger prone on the mat. He picks him up and dead lifts him into a gut wrench powerbomb, and quickly hits the ropes Shelton slowly sits up, just in time to get nailed with a dropkick to the face from Kross!!! Amis rolls to the ropes and picks himself up using the turnbuckle. Kross comes charging and Amis ducks under and lifts him over the top rope! Kross lands on the apron, and nails Amis with a European uppercut! Amis falls to the mat and Kross climbs to the top rope and wastes no time and jumps off nailing a frog splash!!! The ref is in position!
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THRE-KICKOUT!
Aiello: And Amis barely gets the shoulder up after this array of offense from Kendrick Kross!
Kross pulls Amis to his feet, hooking him for a suplex and then snaps the suplex and Shelton crashes back first into the turnbuckle! Kross looks at him and likes the positioning. He stops for a moment and waits and Amis gets to his hands and knees, Kross comes looking for the TRAMP STAMP!!! Amis rolls through and trips Kross sending him face first down onto the top turnbuckle! Amis grabs Kross around the waist and connects with a bridging German Suplex he holds on for the pin!
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KICKOUT!
Both men appear to be dazed as they slowly get to their feet. Amis uses the ropes to pull himself up, Kross charges and Amis drops pulling down the top rope and Kross goes tumbling over the top rope! Amis hits the ropes on the opposite side, comes back across the ring at tremendous speed! He flies through the ropes just as Kross gets to his feet with a suicide dive! They crash into the guard rail, but Amis avoids the collision lands on his feet and shoves Kross off pie facing him to the ground. The crowd is jumping on their feet!
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!!!”
Amis picks up Kross and drops him down throat first on the guard rail! He stumbles holding his throat walking over grabbing the ring apron. He rolls in the ring, but Amis grabs Kross’ ankles dropping him to the mat, he pulls his legs around the turnbuckle post crotching the champion! With Kross’ legs around the pole, Amis twists Kross’ legs around the post into a figure four leg lock! He drops down completing the leg lock hanging off the pole!!!
Aiello: Amis not really known for submissions but he has the champion in a position he does NOT want to be in!
Bennett: Well, this is far from your typical mat based submission… This one is vicious and I like it!
Carter: Amis could do some serious damage to Kross’ leg if the ref doesn’t get him off of there!
The ref starts a five count, and Amis uses it all up as Kross’ struggles in pain to no avail to break free. Amis releases to avoid DQ and rolls in the ring. Kross’ grabbing at his now prone knee, is covered by Shelton!
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Free leg on the bottom rope!!!
Carter: Great ring awareness from Kross!
Amis grabs Kross by the wrists and drags him to the middle of the ring.
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KICKOUT!
Amis gets up but is quickly caught by Kross and pulled down into a small package!!!
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KICKOUT!
Amis kicks out and hops to his feet, Kross follows slowly getting up, limping on that knee… Amis grabs Kross! CLUTCH OF AMIS!!!
Aiello: Shelton has him in the middle of the ring!!!
Carter: The human body isn’t supposed to twist and bend that way!
Bennett: Just tap out, you freak!
Kendrick Kross is writhing in pain, as he reaches for the ropes all around him! Shelton has it locked in tight!
Aiello: Something is gonna snap if this hold isn’t broken soon!
Kross holds his fists to his face in pain, the ref still checking on him…
Kendrick Kross TAPS OUT!!!
DING DING DING
Aiello: And that’s it!!! New Champion!!! Amis Shelton was able to catch Kendrick Kross with the Clutch of Amis out of no where! The former Champion had no where to go, and chose to fight another day.
A worn-down Shelton exits the ring as 'Renegade' begins playing. He is handed the EWC Television Championship and drags it behind him as he walks over towards Jessica Stroup.
Stroup: Here is your winner, by submission… and… NEW EWC Television Champion!!! Amis SHELTON!!!
A weary Amis Shelton grabs the microphone from Jessica Stroup's hand and returns to the ring. He looks around at the Oklahoma crowd is cheering him on. He places his newly won EWC Television Championship onto his shoulder and taps the mic a few sounds, generating feedback. He positions the microphone in front of his lips and waits for his music to stop playing and the crowd to settle down before speaking.
Amis Shelton: You know, this has been a long time coming... It's been too damn long since Amis Shelton could call himself a champion in the EWC!
The crowd erupt once more, Amis wipes some sweat away from his forehead and smiles.
Amis Shelton: You know this little thing I'm doing... Face All, Beat All. It's not just a fancy slogan to put on the latest Amis Shelton t-shirt, although if anyone wants to get on that I won't say no to the royalty checks I digress. It's a challenge that I set, so that the entire EWC, from the superstars on BRAWL to PRIME, to even the monkeys in the back, would remember that just who I am and that I'm serious. Well has it worked? Right now I'm standing before you as the Television Champion... The Workhorse Champion... Do I have your attention now!?
Amis turns and faces the stage, holding up his TV Championship for a few moments before facing the hard camera again.
Amis Shelton: Because I've been thinking about this for a while and to be perfectly honest... You don't have mine...
The crowd respond with ooooh's at that statement. Amis continues.
Amis Shelton: Do you know what I see when I look out towards the EWC rosters of today? I'll tell you what I don't see; I don't see the same drive to compete, I don't see the willingness to be the absolute best. When I walked through the doors at FSW two years ago, I was taken back by the amount of sheer talent that this place was flooded with. Everywhere you turn, there would be superstars everywhere. Fast forward to today and the many have become few.
Amis raises up his hand.
Amis Shelton: I can count on one hand the number of world-class wrestlers that we have remaining. Everybody else seems to be content with riding on the coattails of yesteryear's titans when instead they should be rising to the fuckin' plate. This was an issue that was brought up before StrangleMania but guess what? Not only is the problem still remaining, but it's gotten worse.
The crowd has fallen silent as Amis continues ranting.
Amis Shelton: But don't misunderstand me, everyone is at fault for this issue cropping up, myself included. The current generation of talent has become lazy and entitled. Thankfully for each and every single person here tonight, whether they're a wrestler, fan or backstage staff, I have the solution. Face All, Beat All IS the solution.
I'm coming for each and every single person that has signed an active competition contract and I'm going to defeat each and every single one of you. Maybe then it'll wake everybody up and we can go back to having entertaining shows again, instead of relying on surprise title matches to bring home the ratings. If there's anyone in the back that feels offended by what I just said, then I'm afraid you're a part of the problem. Use that anger and fight me, I am begging everyone to prove me wrong but mark my words:
I won't wait for you, I'll come to you first.
With that said, Amis tosses the microphone back to the announcer's area. 'Renegade' by Hollywood Undead resumes playing as the cameras fade to a commercial break.
Aiello: Welcome back, folks! Just before the break, we saw Amis Shelton remove the Television Championship from Kendrick Kross' waist after only seven days as champion in his second run.
Carter: And you have to wonder... what's the next step for Amis Shelton? We heard him say he is a Face All, Beat All "Workhorse" Champion, but we have also heard him say that he doesn't want the Undisputed Championship... or he does? I'm a little confused.
Aiello: I'm sure he will clarify his intentions sometime soon. Regardless, we have seen some great action here tonight... and the action continues! Next up, we’ve got --
Disturbed's cover of "Land of Confusion" begins to play and the house lights flash along with the beat of the song.
Mike McGuire and Bishop Church step out onto the stage. Mike points out for Bishop various fan signs for them. Side by side, they make their way down to the ring.
However, they are not dressed to compete.
Aiello: This is definitely not on the itinerary, folks. NSFW is not scheduled to wrestle in any capacity tonight.
Bennett: Then get these sons-of-bitches out of my sight!
Carter: Are you still bitter over the warm beer?
Bennett: Shaddup! I’d piss Coors Light if I could, you feel me happy crappy? Warm or not!
NSFW, in street clothes, enters the ring. Mike retrieves a pair of microphones from a ringside assistant. Church signals for their music to be turned off. Mike hands her partner and microphone and begins to speak.
McGuire: Say hey, Oklahoma Cityyyyy!
She basks in the adulation as the crowd starts up an NS! FW! Chant.
McGuire: Okay, guys, okay, we love you too. And we’d love to kick ass for you tonight. But, sadly, we can’t. You know why? Because apparently, our competition, or lack thereof, can’t be assed to face us.
Church: And I can hear our critics now. We don’t have the tag title shot. Someone else does. Our singles outings have produced mixed results as of late.
He shrugged.
Church: But that’s alright. We’re a team. We’ve been telling everyone here that since day one. Mike, it’s been a case of a diminishing returns. Ever since we’ve spoken up we’ve been put against random pairings, split up, and now not even on the show. It’s starting to feel like the powers that be don’t want NSFW around.
Aiello: I don’t know about that but the facts are just that. NSFW are NOT here to fight tonight.
Bennett: Good.
Carter: No, not good. I can’t verify the circumstances but they seem like they have a case here.
McGuire: Maybe we’re reading the brass wrong. I mean, to be fair, they gotta try to squeeze blood out of fuckin’ stones here. You can’t book a tag division if there’s no tag division to fuckin’ book, yeah? I mean, who’ve we got?
Church: Bulletproof.
McGuire: Cracker eating fratboys. They can get fucked.
Church: After showing off against a team whose stay was for a cup of coffee, they’ve gone radio silent once more. Mike, what about your favorites, Collateral Damage?
McGuire: We kicked their ass on our debut. Now they spend their time picking on married couples and fighting amongst themselves. They’d rather fight teams with a whopping one victory between them, because they don’t got the scrote to fight anybody with an established record. Gross fuckers. They too can get fucked. I bet Georgie Nickles could whoop them by herself.
Church: How about the official number one contenders, the great Mucho Grande?
McGuire: They can… nah. I can’t tell Carlos to get fucked, he’s adorable. Too bad his partner’s a soup eating mongoloid. But boys, are you seriously going to sit on your laurels, and your asses, for two months? I mean, we’ll remind you that you beat Bulletproof, which is hardly a fucking trumpet-blowing accomplishment. You didn’t beat us. We’re foaming at the goddamn mouth for competition, and you guys are taking siestas and jerking off to nude soup wrestling, which I can’t fucking believe is even a thing.
Her partner shoots her a side eye glance but continues nonetheless. The crowd cheers them but there is mixed reaction from the fans who wave their Mucho Grande! signs with pride.
Church: I didn’t either. Until you showed it to me directly.
McGuire: Sharing is caring, bud. Even when it comes to brain bleach.
Church: That’s a good segue. It’s necessary every time our vaunted tag team champion opens his mouth.
McGuire: Ah, yes. Yet another example of how the acquisition of a lot of fucking money does not require any brains at all. Tell me something, Cherrypie, when’s the last time you actually defended those things? Ever? Never ever? What, afraid you’ll lose ‘em? Can’t find anyone to partner with that actually can stand to be around you for more than two seconds without being blackmailed?
Church: Mike, I’d like to remind everyone here that NSFW was the only team that has ever faced Garcia and his erstwhile Captain. What happened?
McGuire: We won. We beat the fucking tag team champions. So what happened there? I mean, by virtue of pinning the champs, shouldn’t that mean we get a bite at the apple? I mean, we want it. We REALLY want it. And we’re gonna be like a hyped up pack of chihuahuas here, we’re gonna keep yapping, keep saying we want it, until somebody realizes that we’re the only fucking tag team taking tag teaming seriously.
Bennett: They aren’t owed a goddamn thing. They’re losers. Snakes. Harlots. Criminals. Scumbags. Losers.
Carter: You said losers twice there.
Bennett: Double losers!
Aiello: They make a good case but as it stands Mucho Grande gets the nod at Night of Champions. Not NSFW.
Church: But if your vote of confidence for August 27th is watching Grizzly Duggan squander another opportunity…
Mike makes an obvious gagging face.
McGuire: ...then you obviously ain’t got the brains the good Lord gave Garcia. We said when we first came here, we’re gonna revolutionize this division, and fuck, that’s what we’re going to do. We will take this lump of shit and make artisan fucking pottery out of it. We’re gonna change it like a remix and raise it like a phoenix, and hey? If y’all back there are getting pissed at any of this? If this is lighting a fire under your ass? I BEG you. Come out here and shut us up.
There is a commotion in the crowd as a man whose identity is overcast with a black hood and a ski mask jumps over the barricade. NSFW turns their attention to him. Before security can react, a second man in a black hoodie and ski mask, rolls into the ring behind him and clotheslines Church from behind. Mike quickly turns her attention to the man and levels him with a right hand punch that knocks him on his ass.
She helps her partner up as the other man slides into the ring. NSFW fights back and lays the man out with a double dropkick.
Aiello: Who are these guys? They came out of nowhere as if to answer NSFW’s proclamation.
Bennett: Hell if I know. But I like them!
Carter: I think you know exactly who these guys are! Why are you smiling? You never smile!
Church lifts Mike in the air for a Cherry Bomb on one of the fallen men but the other has recovered and double axe handles Church over the back. It causes the big man to inadvertently spike Mike into the mat. Like piranhas, the two set on Church with punches and kicks. One of the big men whips Church into the ropes. As he comes back, he uses Bishop’s momentum for a pop-up press into the air. As he comes down, the other man completes the combo with a lungblower onto his knees!
Mike is back and she swings at one of them and gets him good but just after the other hits a running knee into her back that dumps her out of the ring.
The two men bump fists before exiting the ring to prey on McGuire. The crowd boos heavily as the onslaught continues. Officials come out from the back in hopes to stop the attack but the pure aggression exhibited by this mysterious duo has them keeping their distance.
They roll Mike onto the announcer’s table. They hop up. Double face lock. They lift her up into the air and drive her down with spike DDT that obliterates the table. Aiello and Carter have backed away but Bennett watches on with a smirk on his face.
Aiello: Disgusting. You better not have arranged this, Steve.
Bennett: Don’t accuse me of nothing, boy. I’m out of the game but it don’t mean I can’t enjoy this loud mouthed bitch getting her comeuppance.
Carter: Did you pay these guys? Did you pay these guys to go after NSFW? You have to realize how suspicious this looks?
Bennett: Don’t ask me no more questions. I told you both. I don’t know these hosses from Adam. Just because they did me a favor doesn’t mean I asked for it. Talk shit, get hit. That’s what I say.
The hooded men leave the way they came under a roaring chorus of boos. The officials begin to check on NSFW. Church is seen trying to stand to get over to Mike but stumbles to a knee as the medical personal stops him from going further.
Aiello: Damn it, Steve, you better not be lying. Just … just cut to commercial break now. Cut to commercial!
The camera cuts away for a brief commercial break while the crew cleans up the carnage.
When we return from commercial, we are backstage just beyond the gorilla position... and we see about half a dozen security guards, all banded together to restrain a single person. It seems like overkill at first, but the moment that a familiar voice all but roars at the top of its lungs, eliciting cheers in the process?
Young: GET OUT OF MY WAY!
Suddenly, it makes sense. After all, it's no secret just how bombastic the Southern Belle can be when her dander is up--and what she's just witnessed happening to Mike McGuire and John Bishop Church has her well beyond angry. No, the Undisputed Champion is pissed right off, and when she surges forward for what has to be the eighth or ninth time?
Young: I SAID MOVE!
Even if she's smaller than them and still in heels, it takes the collective strength of all those big and bulky men to hold her back. Adrenaline is a Hell of a thing--and it's almost enough for her to slip free before multiple arms encircle her to hold her back.
Young: GOD DAMN IT, THAT'S MY GIRLFRIEND OUT THERE! LET ME GO--
...and the blasphemy finally gets one of the guards to speak up, cutting her off in a firm tone that has the vaguest undertone of sympathy to it.
Security Guard #1: I'm sorry, ma'am--but we can't do that! You're too important of an asset to risk getting injured outside of any matches you're booked for. GM Price's orders.
The mention of that name, at least, makes the blond go still... and for boos to be heard in the background. A couple of the guards withdraw, making it easier to see Natalie--and she's quite visibly quivering with rage. And while her voice is even and flat, it's clearly the calm before the sort of storm that will rip Victor Price apart if given the chance.
Young: That son of a--
Sensing the danger inherent to the GM--and to his job--another guard speaks up in a more compassionate, soothing sort of tone, wisely choosing honey over vinegar to try to settle Natalie down.
Security Guard #2: Ma'am? NSFW has been taken to the trainer's office. Why don't you go check on them?
Silence reigns... before the blond is shoving her way through those bodies before her, and this time? They let her pass, the danger apparently passed enough for them to feel alright in doing so. While the murmurings amongst the guards cannot be clearly heard, it's clear that none of them feel good about what happened as the camera cuts elsewhere.
SINGLES MATCH
YOUNG SINATRA
VS VANNAH WHITE TBA
Aiello: We're back. Folks, before the commercial break, we saw an absolutely HEINOUS act.
Bennett: I thought it was fantastic!
Carter: I still think you're behind it. Maybe THAT is who you were on the phone with when the show began!
Bennett: Don't get smart with me! I done told you that I had nothin' to do with this, and that I was trying to find out about this next match!
Aiello: Surely, if we receive word about Mike McGuire and John Church, we will let you know. And one person who is not happy about whatever happened is our new Undisputed Champion. People are bringing out all sorts of rage from Natalie Young tonight.
Carter: Coming up next, we've got Young Sinatra taking on... well, we don't even know. Let's go to Jessica in the ring.
Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... hailing from London, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 217 pounds... YOOOUNG SINATRA!
As the calming classical compositional aspects of Fleshgod Apocalypses "The Violation" crescendos upwards, a burst of fast, heavily distorted guitars and blast beaten drums pour from the arenas PA system and casecades out unto the audience. Smoke has already filled the top of the entrance ramp during the more calming opening moment of the theme music. As the song errupts, a kneeling Young Sinatra can be seen jetting upwardly, both arms extended outwardly, as if to soak in the raining boos that the crowd happily lets out. Slowly, but surely, Sinatra performs a little spin atop the ramp, as if the crowd were cheering rather than jeering. A concieted and angering smirk wisps intself onto his face as he casually walks down the ramp, both arms still extended.
Aiello: Well, Young Sinatra hasn't quite had his way these last two weeks.
Bennett: He managed to let that pixie beat him two weeks ago and then last week he couldn't handle Happy. But he'll turn it around! He's better than anyone gives him credit for!
Carter: It's always weird when you say something positive about someone, but, then again, we're talking about Young Sinatra here.
Aiello: Keep in mind, guys, that Sinatra doesn't know who he is facing tonight! He's at a severe disadvantage!
As he reaches the ring, Sinatra notices a younger member of the audience with their hand out, looking for a high five. He walks over to them and goes to give the fan a high five, but quickly retracts his arm, running his hand through his wetted hair instead, and flicking the beads of liquid out onto the crowd, much to the dismay of the child. He turns to face the camera, giving a little wink and gun-motion with his right hand. Turning his attention to the ring itself, he does a brisk run, sliding onto the ring apron while clutching the middle rope. He hoists himself up, as he latches one arm onto the top rope while facing the ring. He proceeds to whip himself around, latching his other arm on as well, leaning backwards as he faces the crowd, much akin to classic Chris Jericho. The smug and arrogant smirk remains on his face as he looks out and among the crowd. He finally, much to the relief of the crowd, enters the ring through the middle rope, but not without being unneededly cautious. "The Violation" begins to fade out.
"American Idiot" begins to play and "Doc" Hollister steps out from the back to a pretty good ovation, the people glad to see him rather than Victor Price right now.
Aiello: Well, here comes "Doc" and I assume he's going to fill us in a little more about his plan for Young Sinatra.
The music cuts pretty quickly as "Doc" moves a microphone up to his lips.
"Doc": Hello, O-K-C!
Cheap pop from the crowd.
"Doc": We're so glad you could join us tonight. Unfortunately, we could not say the same about Vannah White. She was NOT able to join us this evening. In fact, about eight or so hours ago, Vannah White and the EWC sadly officially parted ways.
Large boo from the crowd.
Bennett: Thank God!
Carter: Stop it, Steve! She was great to be around! And she was getting better in the ring!
Bennett: That don't make a shit! She maybe was getting better, but what happens if you put A1 sauce on a well-done steak?
Carter: It tastes...
Bennett: It tastes BETTER but it still tastes like shit!
"Doc": It surprised many of us here in the EWC. This was certainly not a malicious break-up between the two parties. She was a joy to be around and we certainly wish her the best of luck in her future endeavors.
Aiello: Yes, good luck Vannah!
Bennett: GO BREAK A LEG!
"Doc": Now... getting to tonight and to you, Mr. Dahlia. I didn't want to rob you of a match tonight. I didn't think that would be fair to you or to these great wrestling fans. Luckily, we are in Oklahoma City... SMACK DAB in the middle of the United States. I could grab anyone on the BRAWL roster backstage and have them face you. But I didn't. Rampage was just in Chicago and on their way to nearby Kansas City, so we know that hop-skip-and jump wouldn't be an issue. But I didn't do that. Heck... Prime's next stop: United States Tour! I could bring anyone from THAT brand to fight you. But no... I didn't do that either. Instead, we loaded up one of our Future Stars onto a plane from San Fran to O-K-C! They're a bruiser, Kevin... this isn't going to be a cake walk like you may think! But I think you two are going to have some fun in that ring. Let's bring them on out here!
Aiello: FSW vs BRAWL here tonight! That's exciting!
Bennett: Oh I hope it's Iggy Swango! She may not be able to wrestle, but damn is she one hot firecracker!
"Extraordinary" by Liz Phair plays on the speakers with gold, light blue, and purple lights flashing on the stage and ramp. Then gold, light blue, and purple pyro shoots out on the stage as Lexie Glass stands there sporting a pair of sunglasses before strutting down the ramp.
Stroup: And his opponent... from Chattanooga, Tennessee... Representing the Future Stars of Wrestling... Lexie Glass!
Glass then struts around the sides of the barricade around the ring taunting and flipping off fans. Before entering the ring, Lexie picks out a lucky kid at ringside to give her sunglasses to before taking them away from the kid while laughing at him.
Aiello: Well, Lexie Glass! It's good to see her again on BRAWL!
Bennett: Shit, son. We ain't blind! She's damn good to look at, why wouldn't it be good to see her again?! Iggy Swango, Lexie Glass... doesn't make a shit to me! I'm happy!
Carter: I don't usually side with Steve, but I don't disagree with either of you. Two appearances in a matter of weeks for Ms. Glass on BRAWL. She's becoming a BRAWL semi-regular!
Aiello: So, with that phone call earlier, is this what you found out?
Bennett: No. The only thing "Doc" would tell me was that Sinatra's opponent would be easy on the eyes and from Uprising.
Glass gets into the ring and looks across at Sinatra as the music fades.
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings, Lexie Glass looks to take advantage of her rare BRAWL appearance. She sprints at Sinatra and leaps, delivering a flying forearm to the side of the head as he wasn't expecting it. This backs Sinatra into the corner. Lexie grabs ahold of the top rope and shoves the toe of her boot right into Sinatra's throat. The referee begins his count for her to break it out of the corner.1
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Lexie removes her boot from his throat. She grabs Sinatra by the head and the arm and delivers a hip toss to the middle of the ring. She runs, bounces off of the opposing ropes, and delivers a somersault senton in the middle of the ring. She casually hooks the leg while draping her back across his abdomen.
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TW-Sinatra rolls her over onto her shoulders and stands up for leverage.
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Lexie kicks out.
Aiello: In the early going, Lexie Glass got off of an airplane and was on fire!
Carter: Why shouldn't she be? She has been given a second opportunity within a month to perform on the EWC's flagship program. She may find herself here permanently one day with as well as she has looked so far.
Both competitors pop up to their feet and go right back at it. Sinatra kicks Glass in the stomach, which causes her to double over long enough for Sinatra to lock both arms and deliver a double-underhook back-breaker in the center of the ring. Lexie falls to the mat and Sinatra wastes no time. He sits Lexie up and puts her in a reverse chinlock, driving his right knee into the middle of her back. The referee checks for a submission, but Lexie yells "no" through Sinatra's interlocked fingers.
Carter: Sinatra looking to wear down the young lady.
Bennett: She'll be alright! She's tough! He's just toying with her right now, though.
Lexie begins to push herself off of the ground. She is now in a bridged position with Sinatra's knee right in the middle of her back. She uses all the strength she can muster up in her legs to flip over Sinatra and cause a break of the hold. Sinatra whips around and right into a kick to the side of the head. Sinatra falls to the mat clutching his head. Lexie gets down into the cover.
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Kickout by Young Sinatra.
Aiello: What a kick! They heard that one all the way in the Cow Palace!
Lexie picks a groggy Sinatra off of the mat and puts him in a side headlock. Once he has regained his bearings, he shoves her off and into the ropes. Lexie bounces back and is met by a shoulder-block from Sinatra. Lexie falls to the mat, but isn't too affected by the move, as she kicks Sinatra in the back of the left knee, sending him crashing down to his knees. Lexie grabs ahold of Sinatra's left arm and wraps her legs around it in a submission hold. Sinatra crawls his way over on his knees to the ropes and grabs the middle rope, forcing a break. Lexie rolls backwards and onto her feet. She sees Sinatra using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. She runs at him with a clothesline, but he drops to the mat and pulls the top rope down, sending Lexie flying out of the ring. She manages, however, to grab ahold of the top rope and keep herself up on the ring apron. She reaches over and grabs Sinatra by the head, looking to suplex him to the outside. He is able to block and delivers his own suplex into the center of the ring. As Lexie pops up into a seated position, Sinatra bounces off of the ropes and delivers a running sitdown single knee facebuster right to the bridge of the nose. He covers Lexie.
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KICKOUT!
Carter: Young Sinatra hit the nail right on the head with that shot. Lexie's nose has been busted wide open!
Bennett: Well damn. Now she ain't gonna be as pretty!
Lexie reaches up and wipes some blood from the bridge of her nose. The referee does a quick check to make sure she can continue. She swipes him away and the match resumes. Young Sinatra goes back on the offensive quickly, finally feeling like he is picking up a little momentum in this match. He lifts Lexie to her feet and grabs her by the wrist, Irish-whipping her into the corner. Sinatra charges, looking to deliver a shoulder hard into the gut. Lexie leapfrogs him, however, and Sinatra goes shoulder first into the ring post and tumbles through the ropes and to the floor.
Aiello: That'll ruin an A/C joint!
Bennett: Come on Lexie... or Sinatra... shit I don't know.
Lexie climbs through the ropes and to the floor. She walks over to Sinatra and picks him up off of the ground. The referee begins his count.
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Lexie slams Sinatra's face into the ring steps, his head bouncing off like a tennis ball. She looks over at the carnage of the announce table from earlier and sees the pieces of the table on the ground.
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She hooks Sinatra up, looking to deliver a suplex onto the broken table shards.
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Josh Daniels: No! Come on, Lexie! Take it back into the ring.
As Daniels tries to get Lexie to get back into the ring, Sinatra punches Lexie in the stomach and hooks her up, delivering a belly-to-belly suplex on the outside.
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Lexie hits the floor hard and clutches her back. Sinatra takes a moment to regain his breath.
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Sinatra gets to his feet and begins to climb onto the ring apron, but Lexie is able to reach up and grab his ankle, yanking him back down hard. His face hits the mat as he reaches the ground again.
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Lexie throws a right and connects to the side of the face. Sinatra throws one back at her and connects.
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Sinatra follows up, looking to clothesline her on the outside of the ring. She ducks and he stumbles past her right in front of Aiello, Bennett, and Carter on top of the table shards.
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As he spins around, Lexie nails him with the Glass Cutter right on the table shards.
Aiello: Glass Cutter!
Bennett: Get in the ring missy!
Lexie pops up to her feet and sprints towards the ring to slide in...
10!
DING DING DING
Lexie slides under the bottom rope. Daniels walks over to Jessica Stroup to discuss something.Bennett: Lexie wins!
Aiello: Well, let's not be too sure. She may not have made it back.
Bennett: Of course she did!
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen... Referee Josh Daniels has informed me that Lexie Glass was unable to make it back into the ring before the count of ten. Therefore, this match has ended in a double count out!
The crowd boos as Lexie slams the mat in frustration. Sinatra still lays at the announcers' feet, slowly starting to stir.
Bennett: Ah horse shit!
Carter: Well, we certainly don't like seeing matches end in that fashion, but it does happen sometimes.
Aiello: Let's not take anything away from these two. That was a hell of a match!
Carter: And for Lexie Glass to come from FSW and board a plane TODAY and fight in an impromptu match against someone she knows nothing about... that was impressive.
Bennett: Let's not forget about Young Sinatra, though. If he wasn't fightin' my girl Lexie Glass, he would have won that match!
Aiello: You may be right. Well folks... uh... actually we are receiving word that we will cut to the back to try and get a status on NSFW.
The camera cuts to backstage where we see Ace Heart outside of the training room, which is full of trainers and doctors checking out NSFW. Natalie Young is seen inside standing next to Mike McGuire, as well. A doctor notices the camera and shuts the door for privacy. A loud maniacal laughter can be heard from down the hallway, followed by a second. The camera turns around to see the two hooded and masked assailants staring in the direction of the training room and laughing under their guise. The camera moves quickly to get near them. Ace jogs towards the two masked men..
Heart: Gentlemen! A word!
The two men cease their laughter, both sets of dark eyes glaring at Heart. Heart gulps with a hard lump in his throat. He takes a breath and resumes.
Heart: Aside from "who are you?", there are many questions that need answered after that! Becau...
Ace is cut off by the bigger of the two men, who grabs Ace's microphone and yanks it out of his hand. The second man grabs Ace and shoves him down the hallway and out of the picture.
Man #1: Questions. QUESTIONS! There are ALWAYS SO MANY FUCKING QUESTIONS!
Man #2: AND YET... WE! are the answer!
Man #1: Your so called knights in shining armor... N-S-F-Double Yoooou. THEY MAKE US SICK!
Man #2: THEY MAKE US CRINGE!
Man #1: You got one dude who can't even think for himself!
Man #2: And you got another little one who thinks TOO FUCKING MUCH!
Man #1: And TALKS TOO FUCKING MUCH!
Man #2: It's time for a rude awakening!
Man #1: And don't even get me STARTED on the other "TAG TEAMS" in the EWC!
Man #2: There's barely a level of competition!
Man #1: Bulletproof? Heartbreak Express? Mucho Grande?
Man #2: THEY DON'T LIGHT A CANDLE TO US!
Man #1: And they'll soon find that out!
Man #2: BUT SEE WE BIDE OUR TIME!
Man #1: We are equal opportunity ass-kickers!
Man #2: We discriminate on NOBODY!
Man #1: Bulletproof... Heartbreak Express... Mucho Grande... AND EVERYBODY ELSE!
Man #2: Your time will come!
Man #1: EVERYBODY! will get a shot!
Man #2: We just want to start with this pretty little duo FIRST!
Man #1: SO BISHOP!
Man #2: MCGUIRE!
Man #1: PREPARE! right now!
Man #2: AND DO WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU CAN!
Both Men: BECAUSE!
The two men finally remove their hoods and ski masks.
E. Alexander: WE ARE! THE LIMIT!
D.J. Frank: AND THERE'S NO GOING BEYOND! THE LIMIT!
The two begin laughing again and move off-screen as we go to a commercial.
As we return from commercial, the camera cuts backstage. Ace Heart is shown standing with Ashley Brizzie, adorned in a leather jacket.
Ashley Brizzie: What? This ole thing? I was trying to infiltrate as one of their Mother Hens. Wait that's not it. One of their HogWarts. Shit, that's not right. Well, whatever they are called. They didn't buy it, I didn't make it beyond the door.
Ace Heart: Okay I guess. Moving on... Ashley, how is the transition from wrestling journalist to manager going?
Ashley Brizzie: Ace, I love it. I couldn’t be happier. I have been making some great friends, experiencing unforgettable moments, and I have been learning to defend myself. So I would say it has been going great.
Ace Heart: I can’t help but notice Nostalgia is not by your side at the moment.
Ashley Brizzie: Your powers of observation are sharp Ace. I’m kidding of course. No, he is in the Freaks and Geeks van, watching some last minute footage of Happy’s match last week.
Ace Heart: Are you sure he isn’t…
Ace brings his thumb and pointer finger to his lips, imitating a joint, Ashley humors him with a chuckle.
Ashley Brizzie: Before the X-Division Championship Match that will determine if he gets to compete for the Undisputed Title at Night of Champions. Anyone thinking that does not understand the #StayWoke Movement.
Ace Heart: But…
Ashley Brizzie: Nostalgia takes these titles very seriously Ace. He may love to joke and clown around, but that is just his nature. But so is beating the living crap out of his opponents once that bell rings. And that is exactly what he will do.
Ace Heart: Thank for your time Ashley. Goo…
Ashley Brizzie: Actually Ace, if you don’t mind, I wanted to address all the Sentimentalists watching.
Ace Heart nods, Ashley grabs the mic from him then turns to the camera wearing an ear to ear grin flashing her pearly whites sparkling through the lens.
Ashley Brizzie: Nostalgia and I were discussing a new managerial name for me, as opposed to using my real name. But we decided we did not want to choose the name, or even suggest a name. So, SENTIMENTALISTS, we are calling on all your great wrestling minds for help. We will be posting a section on the EWC Website where you can write in Managerial Name Options for me, Ashley Brizzie. Then, we will have a 3rd party(ies), pick from those names, most likely Freaks and Geeks members and allies.
Ashley Brizzie jokingly takes a deep breath.
Ashley Brizzie: Then on Brawl 515, we will Post the Top 5-10 names and have all of you great fans vote for the winner.
Ace Heart: That is a very interesting approach. Aren’t you worried a terrible name could be chosen?
Ashley Brizzie: Can’t be any worse than...
At this point Nostalgia approaches, throwing Ashley off her a second as she was on her way to meet him.
Ashley Brizzie: Nostalgia.
Ace Heart: BURN!
Ashley blushes as Ace Heart points laughing at a confused Nostalgia.
Ashley Brizzie: No wait. That's not that's not what I meant.
Ace Heart: Nostalgia, how are you feeling heading into this title defense.
Nostalgia taps on the X-Division Title, then grabs the hand of Ashley Brizzie.
Nostalgia: Fantastic Mr. Fox!
Ace Heart: Wait...Bu..
Nostalgia: I have this beautiful woman in my corner, along with all the Sentimentalists that will be cheering for me. All wondering...HAPPY... DO YOU BLEED?
Nostalgia and Ashley chuckle, Ace goes to ask another question, but Nostalgia apologizes as he and Ash make their way down the hall.
SINGLES MATCH
NICK JAMES
VS ROB GARCIA
Aiello: Tonight's Main Event is sure to be a good one, as Nostalgia defends the X-Division Championship against newcomer Happy. But... next up, we have Rob Garcia versus Nick James. I’m not sure what to say about this one. These two seemed to be competing on what to not know about each other. As per normal, Rob Garcia seemed preoccupied with his own world. Nick James, as per normal, doesn’t even seem to know anyone on the roster.
Bennett: That’s the way to do it, son. I’m a hall of famer here and I can’t tell you one person who works here. Or the owner of this company.
Carter: Not in the mood for your little jokes tonight, Steve. Let’s just get on it.
Stroup: Introducing first….hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing 250 pounds…. NICK JAMES!
The beginning of "Get Up" by Skrillex ft Korn begins to play as electricity animates through the light boards around the arena. As it returns to the main screen, JAMES appears on the screen as the drop in the song hits.
"I, am clearly broken and no one knows what to do"
James appears from behind the curtains as the lyrics begin. He has a hoodie covering his face. He stops at the top of the ramp.
"Times are looking grim these days..Holding on to everything, It's hard to draw the line"
He turns around as the drop hits and red lights start to flash throughout the arena
"SHUT THE FUCK UP GET UPPP"
The wobble from Skrillex hits and he turns around, removing the hoodie and walking down to the ring.
James ignores the crowd as he slides into the ring. His music fades as Jessica raises the microphone back up to her mouth.
Stroup: And his opponent… Forget it.
?: Now now, that’s not a very professional attitude, Jessica. But fear not, Jeff Noon will once again do your job.
Jeff Noon steps out onto the stage. His theme music is raucous boos. He is wearing a purple polo shirt tucked into a pair of khaki shorts that expose Jeff’s untanned thighs. Knee high socks, tennis shoes, and along with his clipboard, he has a headset on.
Noon: Quiet your applause, you disgusting mutants. Nick James, my client Rob Garcia likes you. He kinda sees himself in you. You know, if he were a fat Canadian with a hairy back. Rob Garcia is not that, though, as you will learn. Let me tell you about my friend, Nick James. He is UNDEFEATED in the professional wrestling world. He is the reigning and defending Tag Team Champion of the world! At Night of Champions, Rob Garcia will retain his Tag Team Championship against Mucho Gracias! It will mark an unprecedented 47th successful title defense! That’s right! That’s 47 more than Ace King!
Aiello: What!?
Noon: Here he is, he ain’t afraid of no ghosts, ROBBBB GARRCIIAAAA!!!
The arena goes dark except for the fans cell phones...
🎵I wear a mean dark pair of shades.. 🎵 plays throughout the arena and the crowd erupts in "boo's!"
The music hits and the lights come on! Rob Garcia is standing at the top of the stage with Jeff Noon now at his side.
Rob is a wearing Tag Team Title on each shoulder, and he looks around at the crowd with a cocky grin upon his face. Rob slowly looks around at the crowd and then shakes his head in disgust as Jeff focuses on the ring. Jeff whispers something to Rob and Rob nods his head and they start to walk towards the ring taking their time.
DING DING DING
Garcia: Why is he so mad!?
Noon taps the clipboard with a pen.
Noon: According to my scouting report, Nick James suffers from pre-diabetes and possibly gout and that makes him more inclined to unprovoked anger.
Garcia: Gotcha. Gotcha. What do I do!?
Noon: Get in there, Rob, and show him why you’re a champion!
Rob slaps him a couple of times to get hyped up. He rolls back into the ring and runs right into a clothesline from Nick James that turns him inside out. Garcia is prone in the middle of the ring, James bounced off the rope and uses his size to his advantage and crushes Garcia with a senton splash! Garcia’s legs kick in the air from the pain it causes. The Mad Legend drags Garcia to a corner sits him against the first turnbuckle. Running start and then he crashes into Garcia like a cannonball. By a leg, he pulls Garcia into the middle of ring.
Cover!
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Aiello: Not a good start for the Tag Team Champion here but Nick James is showing how hungry he is to win tonight!
Bennett: Don’t fat shame my boy, Joe! It’s 2018!
Carter: He didn’t mean he was literally hungry, Steve. It’s a turn of phrase.
Bennett: Shaddup. Rob Garcia is trying to help this young man and you’re just out here bringing down his self-esteem. Pathetic!
Garcia pulls Rob up to feet. In desperation and to maybe get some separation from the relentless Mad Legend, Rob pushes him away. James pursues. Rake to the eyes from Garcia. James turns his back on Garcia.
Waistlock from Garcia. He tries to bring over the big man with a German suplex. He gets him into the air but James sandbags and gets back down to Earth. With referee Paul Turner out of position, he mule kicks Garcia between the legs. Garcia goes down like a sack of bricks holding himself. James immediately approaches the referee to distract him.
James: Look, man. I’m gonna level with you. I’m pretty sure I just lost one of my contacts. Somewhere in this ring. You saw Rob. He likes to bend the rules. It’s my last pair and I really need to find it. I’ve been wearing them for months you see. Kinda become attached to them. Help a friend out, Jim.
While Paul Turner helps James search for his missing contact, Garcia rolls to the outside of the ring and retrieves an old friend. Nick James, probably not wearing contacts in the first place, looks up to see Rob slide into the ring with a steel chair. Rob raises a hand indignantly in the air.
Garcia: Hold on, big man. Look, I was just getting this chair for you. You look tired. Take a seat.
James: You were going to hit me with it!
Garcia: I’d never do that! Tell him, Jeff!
On the outside of the ring, Noon nods.
Noon: Garcia hates the abhorrent use of steel chairs but until you get your cardio up, take a break!
James: You think I’m stupid, don’t you!?
Garcia: Yes. I mean, no, no!! You’re smart. Not as smart as me …
Turner gets off his hands and knees from searching for the phantom contact and immediately grabs the chair from Rob. He threatens to DQ both men in this match if they don’t get their act together. Rob protests but not for long. James socks him in the mouth, pushes him into the ropes and goes for the Pop-Up Powerbomb! Garcia counters into a hurricanrana that sends James retreating to the apron. The Tag Team Champion sizes up James. Groggy, he gets to his feet on the apron.
Garcia, with a running start, vaults over the top rope, OVER NICK JAMES, and uses all of that momentum to sunset flip powerbomb the big man into the nearly paper thin mats on the outside. James’ big frame folds like an accordian. For a moment, the crowd cheers the amazing show of athleticism but it quickly fades into boos as Noon applauds in over the top fashion. Rob Garcia, though, seems to be in a dilemma. He can’t capitalize on the big move!
Aiello: All of those jokes at Nick’s expense have come back to haunt Garcia.
Bennett: Don’t talk about haunting around Rob! Just don’t do it, boy.
Carter: Whose side are you even on!?
Bennett: I don’t know!
Garcia tries to yank James up by his arm and can’t.
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Jeff Noon tries to come over to help but Paul Turner, probably very aggravated by now, threatens to DQ Garcia if he even touches James! Garcia begins to break a sweat as puts hooks unders arm under James’ arms to lift him to his feet. He shoves James so he is propped against the apron.
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Garcia goes to lift James up by the waistband of his shorts into the ring but James knocks him back with a elbow to the side of the head.
Garcia staggers back. Thrust kick to the gut by James. Garcia falls to a knee.
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From the knelt position, James spikes Garcia into the mat with a DDT! He, however has no issue with getting Garcia back into the ring. Garcia goes back in headfirst. James follows. Turner waives off the count.
Nonchalant cover by Nick James.
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Garcia kicks out!
Aiello: Not a good cover by James at all. If he had hooked the leg, I would wager to say he would have picked up the win there. Nick James seems to have all of this ability but a distinct sense of apathy is holding him back.
Bennett: Shut your damn mouth! You say the same about Garcia and he’s the greatest Tag Champion this company has ever seen. James just needs to go under the tutelage of Coach Noon!
Carter: Jeff Noon is a little weasel. He contributes nothing to this business!
James pulls Garcia to his feet. Irish whip. On the rebound, James goes for a sidewalk slam. Garcia shows off some lucha libre ability and twists out of the sidewalk slam position into a spinning headlock scissors.
Both men back to their feet quickly. Rob with an arm drag on James.
Back up.
Dropkick from Garcia.
Again once more, dropkick again by Garcia. James, with some anger, swats Garcia’s legs aside. Garcia, a little slower, is on his feet. Kick to the gut from James. Front facelock. Arm over the shoulders. He hooks the leg. Fisherman’s buster from The Mad Legend!
James with the lateral press, no hook of the leg.
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James slaps the mat. His face is getting red with anger as the match goes on. He gets in Turner’s face about a slow count.
After a moment of arguing, Garcia sneaks up behind him with a schoolboy roll-up!
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James still powers out!
Aiello: Both men can’t get it done with their usual shortcuts. Someone is going to have to win this match fair and square if that is even possible for these two.
Bennett: These two are putting on a technical clinic. Don’t know what you’re watching.
Carter: I used to be really amused by this delusional act by you but after tonight, I’m not buying it anymore, Steve.
Both men are back to their feet but despite the surprise roll up, the momentum is still on James’ side! Nick ducks a clothesline from Garcia and drops him with a neckbreaker. He quickly scales the top rope.
Leaps off and connects with a huge FROG SPLASH!! He gets it all! He lays on top of flattened man for the cover.
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Turner calls off the count. Noon is shown skittering away as Garcia’s boot on the bottom rope!
Frustrated but determined, James drags Garcia up to his feet. He’s wobbly. He dodges a wide right from Garcia. Shoves him into the ropes. Garcia bounces back and on the rebound, smashes into James with his shining wizard variant! LIGHTS OUT FOR HARAMBE!
Garcia, as surprised as everyone else, covers James!
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DING DING DING
Stroup: The winner of this match via pinfall, ROB GARCIA!!
Coach Noon joins his client in the ring and raises his hand in the air! Garcia whispers something to Noon and then points at the fallen James. Noon quickly scribbles something on the clipboard.
Aiello: Give the assist to Noon once more! Rob Garcia manages to find a way to win once again, this time over the brutal strength of Nick James.
Bennett: This was going to be a win-win for all of us! Although, I am a little concerned about the man with two first names right now!
Carter: When we return, we will see our Main Event for the evening! First Blood is next!
EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
HAPPY
VS NOSTALGIA
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night BRAWL! We have witnessed some intense hard-hitting action here tonight.
Bennett: And everyone will get to leave Happy.
Stroup: The following contest is a FIRST BLOOD MATCH and it is for the EWC X-Division Championship.
Carter: The first man to strike blood on his opponent will be named X-Division Champion. Nostalgia’s path to Night of Champions could drastically alter here tonight.
Bennett: Instead of worrying about that hippie Nostalgia, how about you recognize that Happy will be heading to the Night of Champions Main Event because he is more hardcore than Nostalgia could dream.
Pyros hit, lights flash red and black and "Ain't no Grave" by Johnny Cash begins to play as fans begin to cheer and jeer and Happy drives out from the back on his custom Harley. He stops atop the stage and looks out to the crowd both left and right and revs his engine before his ride towards the ring. He's wearing blacked out custom Oakley's, his 'Crimson Demons' leather cut, no shirt underneath and black Jean's with white shoes.
Stroup: Making his way to the ring. Fighting out of Oakham, Massachusetts, standing 6'2" and weighing 245, HAPPY!
He steps off of his Harley putting his glasses down on it and then taking his Cut and laying it onto the seat of the bike before sliding into the ring. Once inside Happy wears a menacing smile as he rolls his fists waiting for the match to begin.
Aiello: I bet Happy did not think he would be in an X-Division Championship Match with an Undisputed Title shot to boot within his first month of being an EWC competitor.
Bennett: Do you think they sell those jackets? I bet I’d look good in one.
Carter: Happy believes he has what it takes to rip that title from a lifeless Nostalgia, but Nostalgia is just as confident he can do the same.
The beat to “Redbone” by Childish Gambino begins playing throughout the arena as a the lights go out and a red spotlight circles the arena. The red spotlight gets to the ramp entrance to find Nostalgia through the curtain.
“MADE ME PUT AWAY MY PRIIIDDEEE!”
Nostalgia stands motionless for a few seconds with his chin tucked to his chest until he hears…
“STAY WOKE!"
Stroup: Hailing from Pine Barrens, NJ…weighing in at 289 pounds…He is the EWC X-Division Champion...The Prophet of Pain….NOSTALGIAAAA!
On hearing his name, Nostalgia takes a bow. As he gets to a standing position, pyrotechnics explode encircling him.
“STAY WOKE!"
He walks through the pyrotechnics with the EWC X-Division Title high in the air. As he makes his way down the ramp, he slaps the hands of as many fans as he possibly can. He switches between high-fiving and fist bumping fans at each set of barricades every few feet.
“NOW STAY WOKE”
Nostalgia jumps on the apron, the over the ropes and into the ring.Nostalgia circles the ring with his arms spread wide, palms up, signaling for the fans to make some noise . Nostalgia stands in the center of the ring, and raises the EWC X-Division Title in the air, holds it for a few seconds. He brings it down and presses it against his chest, then slaps it with pride to psych himself up before handing it off to the referee.
“DON'T YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES!”.
Upon hearing these words, Nostalgia retreats to his corner, stretching, waiting for the bell to ring.
Aiello: Nostalgia knew what he was risking heading into this match. Only time will tell if it will backfire on him.
Bennett: Time did tell. I saw it, well The Great Jeff Noon the Magnificent showed me in a crystal ball. Time is not linear, but dumb sons-a-bitches like you guys wouldn’t know that.
DING DING DING
Happy wastes no time charging at Nostalgia, but Nostalgia strikes first with a boot to the gut. Nostalgia steps into Happy, wraps his arms around him, going for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Happy counters with a Headbutt, then another more impactful Headbutt, breaking, Nostalgia releases his grip. Happy delivers a kick to the gut of Nostalgia, then goes for a Stunner, but Nostalgia pushes Happy into the ropes. But Happy hops onto the middle rope, then leaps off, taking Nostalgia to the mat with a Springboard Back Elbow. Both are quick to their feet, Happy goes for a kick to the side, but Nostalgia catches it, spins Happy around. Nostalgia goes for a Right Hook but Happy ducks it, then makes his move, taking Nostalgia down with a RKO. Happy gets to his feet, a look of content on his face as he sees Nostalgia in pain. Happy then rolls out of the ring, and reaches under the ring, where he procures a few chairs, which he tosses in the ring and a kendo stick, which he holds onto.Aiello: Oh man. If he uses that Kendo Stick enough. He could definitely get some blood.
Bennett: He could be like that guy in the DaVinci Code Sequel.
Happy slides into the ring, Kendo stick in hand, he brings it as far behind his back as he can, whips the Kendo Stick forward, and just misses Nostalgia as Nostalgia rolls out of the ring. Nostalgia grabs the feet of Happy, pulling him clean to the mat, then yanking him straight away onto the hard outside.
Carter: Nostalgia was lucky to avoid the damage that shot would have imposed.
Nostalgia quickly brings Happy to his feet, scoops him up and drops him onto the barricade. Nostalgia grabs the head of Happy, pulling it back, but Happy catches Nostalgia with a Low Blow kick. Happy turns and connect with a hard right, then another, he goes for a Haymaker, but Nostalgia blocks it, countering into Reverse DDT position, Nostalgia lifts Happy then drives him head first into the outside floor with Improv.
Aiello: WHAT AN IMPACT! Happy is lucky that didn’t end the match.
Nostalgia turns to the apron, takes a knee, reaches under the ring, dragging out a table, which he then slides in the ring. Nostalgia grabs Happy’s head as Happy gets to his feet. Nostalgia goes to slam Happy’s head into the apron, but Happy blocks it by throwing his hands onto the apron. He drives his elbow into the chest of Nostalgia, comes with a Headbutt, then grabs Nostalgia whipping him into the ringpost. The ref slides out of the ring to check on Nostalgia, who is not bleeding.
Bennett: We all know Nostalgia is the lucky one. He is lucky he even got an EWC contract.
Happy climbs onto the barricade. He runs, scaling the barricade, until he gets close to Nostalgia, he leaps, and connects with Eat This.
Carter: That was some unbelievable athleticism right there. But he could have cost himself that match if Nostalgia had managed to avoid that impact.
Bennett: Yeah but he didn’t and he is going to win with this next move. I can feel it.
No surprise Bennett is proven wrong as Happy stomps on the downed Nostalgia few time before dragging him to his knees, then quickly planting him with a DDT. The ref checks, but Nostalgia is still not bleeding. Happy turns to the ring, grabs a leg of the closest chair, drags it out, then sets it up close to the steel steps. Happy drags Nostalgia toward the chair, he sets him up in a Double Arm Underhook, but before he can go for a Tiger Driver 91, Nostalgia counters with a Back Body Drop, sending Happy crashing down on the chair. Nostalgia takes a few seconds to catch his breath before going on the attack. He grabs Happy, brings him to his feet, then pushes him into the ring. Nostalgia makes his way onto the apron, then turns, making his way to the corner. Nostalgia gets to the top turnbuckle, he seats himself, but he took too long, and Happy is there with a few hard right rights. Happy jumps onto the middle rope then leaps off, connecting with a Springboard Dropkick, that sends Nostalgia crashing down on the outside. Happy quickly makes it to the top turnbuckle, leaps and comes down on Nostalgia with a Shooting Star Press.
Aiello: I Can’t Believe Happy Tried That Move on the OUTSIDE OF THE RING!
Both men are down for around a Last Man Standing Count before Happy gets to his feet. Happy slides in the ring, grabs the table, and leans it in the corner. Happy then grabs a chair, walks to the opposite corner, and sets the chair between two the top and middle turnbuckle. Happy sees Nostalgia getting to his feet, Happy sprints at him, he leaps as he gets cross to the ropes, he goes for a Suicide Dive, but Nostalgia catches him with a devastating European Uppercut. Happy is dazed, leaning on the ropes. Nostalgia takes a few bug strides backwards, charges forward and nails Happy with a Big Boot that sends him down and out onto the ring. Nostalgia quickly slides into the ring. He grabs Happy by the feet, and proceeds to get the fans involved as they cheer each rotation of On the Clock…
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Nostalgia releases his grip, Happy crashes right next to the table in the corner, as Nostalgia staggers back slightly too dizzy for his own good. A baker’s dozen of seconds later, He stumbles over to Happy, grabs him, dragging him to his feet, but Happy counters with a few hard rights to create separation, Happy connects with a Step Up Enziguri then send Nostalgia through the ropes and onto the outside. Happy heads to the center of the ring, biding his time as Nostalgia gets to his feet. As he starts to, Happy runs, leaps on the center of the table, leaps off, over the ropes, and connect with a Springboard Corkscrew CrossBody Block.
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
Aiello: I can’t believe my eyes. What a move by Happy. Right after Nostalgia took him for a ride with On the Clock. These two are making sure the other will have earned this win.
Bennett: And we know if Nostalgia wins, it was a gift, not earned.
Happy and Nostalgia are both down for a while, Happy is the first to his feet, walking over to the corner closest to the Spanish Announce Booth, he reaches down, and pulls out a pair of Brass Knuckles.. Nostalgia is a few second behind, giving Happy enough time to slide the Brass Knuckles on and make his way back to grab Nostalgia by the hair as the dazed Nostalgia is just about to his feet. Happy pulls his head back, exposing the forehead, but before he can connect with the Brass Knuckles to the forehead, Nostalgia uses his size to drop down, pulling Happy headfirst into the ringpost.
Nostalgia walks over, grabbing the steps, dragging them closer to Happy. He grabs Happy, lifts him into the Gorilla Press, but Happy escapes out the back. Happy goes for a Superkick, but Nostalgia evades at the last second, then connects with Punchline. He lifts Happy onto his shoulders, walks over to the steps, then he drives Happy headfirst onto the steel steps with Pavlov’s Bell, breaking Happy open.
DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your Winner….and STILL EWC X-Division Champion….NOSTALGIA!Aiello: Nostalgia has won this match he requested. According to him, he has now rightfully secured a spot in the Main Event of Night of Champions.
Bennett: He doesn’t even deserve to breath the same of the likes of Happy, Rob Garcia, or Nick James. Nostalgia’s time is almost up.
Carter: Nostalgia seems content as the X-Division Champion, but he has to know winning the Undisputed Title would catapult his career to the next level.
Aiello: Well, folks. That's it for tonight. Please join us next week as we move north of the border to Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada! For Max Carter and Steve "The Predator" Bennett, I am Joe Aiello. Good night!
Nostalgia hoists the X-Division high in the air. As he music plays, Ashley Brizzie makes her way out. She helps him celebrate, as they make their way around the ring, exchanging admiration and affection with fans. She helps Nostalgia around as they switch from side to side making their way up the ramp. Nostalgia stops and turns as he gets to center of the ramp. He hoists the X-Division Title, and lets out a Warcry, the fans erupt as the show goes off air.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: PRESIDENT MAC
MATCH TWO: LUKE WOLFE
MATCH THREE: DOMINIC SANDERS
MATCH FOUR: BISHOP CHURCH
MAIN EVENT: MNB
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SEGMENTS
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NSFW
NOSTALGIA
THE LIMIT
MNB
IRON BUTTERFLY
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
NATALIE YOUNG
AMIS SHELTON
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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SINGLES MATCH
JIMMY ALLEN
VS EMMA LOUISE
WINNER: "The Catalyst" Jimmy Allen
EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
SINGLES MATCH
AMIS SHELTON
VS KENDRICK KROSS (C)
WINNER: Amis Shelton (NEW EWC Television Champion)
SINGLES MATCH
YOUNG SINATRA
VS LEXIE GLASS
WINNER: No Contest
SINGLES MATCH
NICK JAMES
VS ROB GARCIA
WINNER: Rob Garcia
MAIN EVENT
EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
HAPPY
VS NOSTALGIA (C)
WINNER: Nostalgia (STILL EWC X-Division Champion)
BRAWL #514 MVP: Nostalgia, Amis Shelton
HONORABLE MENTION: LEXIE GLASS. THANKS FOR YOUR HELP!
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