MNB #519 - MIAMI

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MNB #519 - MIAMI Sept 17, 2018 20:05:58 GMT -6 President Mac, Killian DeVille, and 2 more like this

Post by MNB on Sept 17, 2018 20:05:58 GMT -6

Just before BRAWL gets underway, Candy is seen entering the AmericanAirlines Arena sporting both the Undisputed and Indy Championships. The crowd explodes into cheers at her sight. She stops when she is approached by Ace Heart.

Ace: Excuse me, Candy. What brings you to BRAWL tonight?

Candy: As the Undisputed Champion, I can go wherever I want.

Ace: This is true.

Candy: Of course, I’m here to be the most supportive best friend ever and see Kendrick Kross back in action.

She shrugs.

Candy: However, if someone has something to say to me while I’m here...I’m all for that too! As it is, I’m not exactly a hard Sweet Treat to find.

She pauses slightly.

Candy: I better get going. Don't want to be missing anything.

Ace: Enjoy the show!

Candy: I’m sure it’s going to be great.

With that, Candy goes skipping off down the hallway as we fade into the intro.

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 #519 | SEPTEMBER 17TH 2018

LIVE! from the AmericanAirlines Arena, Miami, Florida

EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Victor Price
Assistant General Manager: Roger "Doc" Hollister
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Ace Heart

"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasts in the Arena

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night BRAWL's history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to the last episode #518 in Houston.

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, Griffin Hawkins, Nostalgia, Morgan Darkwater, Amis Shelton, Anthony Grunge, Bishop Church, Mike McGuire, Emma Louise, Rob Garcia, Natalie Young, Charlie Hardin, "The Catalyst" Jimmy Allen, Joe Doe, Iron Butterfly, Jamal Jackson, Iggy Swango, Marquee, Nick James, Young Sinatra, Bobbi Springfield, Oyabun Gin, Marquee, Dream Weaver, Clay Byrd, Killian DeVille, and Happy.

We then get a shot of the Champions of Brawl:

Clay Byrd with the Television Championship
Leviathan with the X-Division Championship
Griffin Hawkins with the International Championship
and finally...
Candy with the Undisputed Championship

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

We see a high shot from outside of the AmericanAirlines Arena showing all of the electricity of the event.

A chant begins of

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

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

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

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

as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!

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

"RISE OF THE VILLAIN!"

"MIAMI IS MARQUEE"

"MUCHO STUPIDO"

"TAKE ME TO THE DREAMATORIUM"

"FLY LIKE A BYRD!"

"EWC4LIFE"

and "We Miss Mac!"

As the camera pans around the AmericanAirlines Arena once more, it finally comes to a stop at the announcers' table where we see Joe Aiello, Steve Bennett, and Max Carter.

Aiello: Good evening, everybody! Welcome to the AmericanAirlines Arena and Monday Night BRAWL! It's a BEAUTIFUL day here in Miami! Eighty degrees and sunny all day... makes me wish that we were set up OUTSIDE of the arena!

Carter: I am excited for tonight! It's the "go home" show as we prepare for Rumble in the Bronx! The Rumble is just one week away and, Steve, we've got quite the line-up for that card!

Bennett: That's right! First off, we are going to see two of the craziest bastards on PRIME tear each other apart. Frankie Romono and Stitches might be my two favorites on that brand and I cannot wait for that one!

Aiello: And then we will have a HUGE Tag Team Championship Match between the challengers, BRAWL's very own NSFW, and the Champions MUCHO GRANDE!

Bennett: And then my man Happy is going to take on Nostalgia...

Carter: Leviathan...

Bennett: Whomever he is now! That match will be for the EWC X-Division Championship!

Aiello: And it's been quite the transformation for Leviathan. He's under some kind of spell or possession and, Max, it doesn't look good for the rest of the EWC with how he's been acting.

Carter: He's a scary, scary individual now. We'll also see Candy defend her Undisputed Championship for the first time as she takes on Luke Wolfe, who is looking to regain that belt after losing it to Natalie Young right here on Monday Night BRAWL just over a month ago.

Aiello: On top of all of that, we've got the forty person Rumble in the Bronx match!

Carter: What a night it will be... but first, we've got this last episode of Monday Night BRAWL and it's going to be PACKED with action!

Aiello: That's right. We've got a HUGE night tonight! But first... let's go to Ace Heart who is in the ring.

Ace: Ladies and Gentlemen, my special guest... introducing the International Champion... Griffin Hawkins!

"Made in Hell" hits as Griffin Hawkins makes his way on the ramp. He raises the International Title in the air as the crowd goes insane! He walks down to the ring with the belt over his shoulder.

Aiello: And here comes the EWC International Champion! Last week he got back on the winning track on his road to the Undisputed Title as he picked up a victory over a red hot Rob Garcia!

Bennett: Can't you be objective for once Aiello?! That win was a fluke! Just like always, Hawkins somehow manages to get lucky and pull off a miracle..he should be playing for the lottery with that kind of dumb luck!

Carter: Whether you wanna admit it or not, he pulled off a major victory as he got his win back, avenging his previous loss to him..but I don't think this issue between them is over!

Aiello: He not only has Garcia to worry about, the former International Champion Morgan Darkwater has been chomping at the bit to get a shot at Hawkins' title, if I were him I'd grow some eyes in the back of my head!

He makes his way into the ring as his music dies down. Ace still has a mic as he looks at the Champion.

Ace: Griffin Hawkins..it is so good to have you here tonight! But unfortunately you won't be competing at Rumble in the Bronx. I know that greatly disappoints you...but what are your feelings on this?

Griffin Hawkins: Well, this is a major disappointment for me Ace. The Rumble In The Bronx is one of the biggest Pay Per Views of the year...and for some stupid reason, General Manager Victor Price has prohibited me from competing in the Rumble. Earlier tonight I asked him..if I can't be in the Rumble, then let me defend my International Title against Morgan Darkwater...but he told me..Sorry Griffin, he's already in the Rumble..and it's too late to find anyone to face you for the belt. Anyone who knows me, knows that I never miss a big time event, but it looks like that I'm not gonna be able to compete in the event at all.

The crowd boos, not liking this turn of events.

Griffin Hawkins: Believe me guys, I don't like this anymore than you do. I hate missing a show, it's not about the payday, it's about being out here to prove myself..and I would...

Voice: Excuse me...I'm gonna have to cut you off there Mr.Hawkins. Can I have, your attention please?

The unknown, unannounced voice started the ever-popular, ever-hungry EWC International Champion. And the crowd alike, honestly. Adding onto the confusion was a quick riff from the iconic Black Eyed Peas hit, "Where Is the Love". Griffin looked around confused, though that confusion would not last as the source...

The older, "silver fox", he had become acquainted with via social media....the nearly 70 year old personal counsel of the OCW's newest larger-than-life signing. The man whom had affectionately referred to himself as "Hollywood Jesus" in Jacob Hotstuff...and a man Griffin Hawkins was no stranger to. However, the man on the stage was not Jacob, but instead it was as alluded to, his much more refined and well spoken personal counsel, Jeff Jones. Jeff was armed only with a microphone.

Jeff Jones: Mr. Hawkins, my client sends his personal regards in that he wishes to inform you that in this meeting here, the pleasure is all yours, he assures you...

Griffin Hawkins: Listen pal...I am having a REALLY bad night...and you showing up is not gonna make anything better. It's no secret I've been calling out your client on social media for months now, but it would really brighten my day if you're gonna tell me that he's here to accept my challenge.

Jeff Jones: I don't believe that's any way to treat a guest...you practically begged for my client to come out here and bless your television time with his ratings-drawing powers, and now that you have a representative of his here in front of you, you don't even greet me with even a thinly veiled warm welcome? Is this how you guys do it in the EWC? I guess I expected more than that from an esteemed company that has been running this many years....Was I wrong?

Griffin Hawkins: Cut the bullshit old man, I'm not here to argue with a Lawyer, is this gonna be a Tea Party...or an actual match? Jacob Hotstuff has been avoiding me for months and months now, please tell me he's done hiding behind his girlfriend's skirt and decided to show up here tonight.

Jeff Jones: As I explained to you numerous times before, my client Mr. Hotstuff is still recuperating after the violent, heinous actions of his last opponent decided to attempt to burn him alive under the guise of "entertainment". Are you saying you would rather face someone who is clearly not at one hundred percent just to feed your own ego?

Jeff Jones solemnly shook his head, miming disappointment and disgust.

Jeff Jones: I truly expected more of someone like you who's name allegedly carries so much weight in this business. Maybe I expected too much...

Griffin rubs his hand through his hair in frustrated exhaustion.

Griffin Hawkins: You mean to tell me...that you came all this way on my show..on national television...just to tell me that your client is not gonna be here tonight? You are wasting my time.

Jeff Jones: You "big stars"...

Jones makes air quotes with his fingers as he says that.

Jeff Jones: ...Are all the same. You should remain humble, ask not what others can do for you, but what you can do for others. Give and take, you scratch my back, and then I scratch yours... You don't get to drag my client's name through the mud over and over just became you don't get what you want right when you want it. My client is faithful to his contractual obligations, and yet every time this is explained to you, you snort in derition and accuse him of being a coward. When, the fact is, your company has not even reached out to my client even once to secure an agreement. My client knows his worth, and his current rate is quite well documented right now.

By now Griffin is rolling his eyes at the circular nature of Jeff's legal talk.

Jeff Jones: If you want to "book" my client to appear, maybe you should pony up the cash to make him an offer...which, from you, my client has insisted he could do help YOU out for as little as, say, a nice round number.

Jeff pauses for a moment, as if in deep thought.

Jeff Jones: Say six thousand dollars, plus hotel and travel accommodations, private locker room with full amenities......because if you want the official Michael Bay of Pro Wrestling to appear for you, you have to bring the big numbers or else don't even try.

Griffin strokes his chin, seeing what he's getting at.

Griffin Hawkins: See, that's the difference between me..and your client. This is something I was born to do, this is something that I have given my life for...just to prove why I am one of the greatest athletes in this sport today. Meanwhile all your client Jacob does is spew a bunch of garbage about how great he is, while doing nothing to back up his claims otherwise. He's not everything he says he is until he proves it to me instead of structuring iron clad contracts that carefully protect him from facing top tier talent.. Until that day happens, he is nothing more than a sad...little kid...cosplaying as a wrestler

Jeff Jones: So what you're saying is...let me see if I'm understanding you correctly. What you're saying is, you're gonna keep calling my client names for not facing you, despite you or your company failing to put up the capital to secure his appearance to the show. That's some pretty funny logic there, Mr. Hawkins...in fact, what you're asking my client to do, essentially, is to work "off the clock". But the funny thing about that, is that no employer can legally require their employee to work without pay. I don't care what you say to justify it. I don't care what you have to whisper to your pillow at night to help yourself get to sleep at night, because here's how it's gonna go down; if you want to prove yourself against my client, then someone is going to pay. This business isn't a charity you know... maybe Unicef will get into the wrestling business someday, but until then? This is how it's going to be.

Griffin Hawkins: Your client is not bigger than EWC..or wrestling itself. In this sport we thrive on competition, me, I don't care about guaranteed hotel deals or big fat paychecks..if I did, I wouldn't be here today. But you gave me a great idea Mr.Jones...see, I don't got anything to do next Monday. I'm not gonna be on the card for the event, but I think you just single handedly changed all that. What I'm proposing is this....me and Jacob one on one. Hollywood Jesus...against The Jukebox Hero..for the first time ever..at Rumble in the Bronx. You go to The General Manager for this, and if he says yes...then it's on. I think this will make all parties happy.

Jeff James: That's an interesting proposition, Mr. Hawkins. I will relay the offer on the table to my client, and his medical team, and IF they conclude that he is physically fit enough for competition, and IF your employer agrees to my client's extensive demands...then maybe you might have just signed a check that your mouth can't cash. What I want you to do, is shine that little title up real nice, hug it, love it, whatever you have to do...and then kiss it goodbye. Because, Mr. Hawkins, when you believe you can walk with the gift of Hollywood.....

Jeff Jones snickers, betraying his usually calm and calculated demeanor.

Jeff Jones: Pretenders, are the ones left lying.

Griffin Hawkins: I've been in this sport for 15 years...and everyone knows i'm no pretender, can the same be said for your client?...I'll be in the Hammerstein Ballroom on September 24th....we'll see if Jacob will be there too.

The man gives a sly smile before leaving the ring, Griffin doesn't take his eyes off him...which is unfortunate because out of the crowd comes Rob Garcia. He rushes in the ring and knocks Griffin down with a forearm in the back of the head.

Aiello: What the hell!? Rob Garcia?! Where did he come from!?

Carter: He must've came out of the crowd...how typical, he had to wait till Hawkins was distracted so he can jump him from behind!

Bennett: It's his own fault for taking his eye off the ball, he forgot he has problems with Garcia!

The crowd is booing Garcia as he stands over Hawkins, glaring down at him. He grabs the International Title, shouting down at him as he tries to get up.

Rob Garcia: This belt should be mine! I should be Champion, not you! You understand me!?

He puts down the title and grabs him and picks him up for a Suplex, but the crowd comes to life as Griffin fires back with quick punches, stunning him a bit. He runs him to the ropes and goes for a Shot in the Dark, but at the last minute, Garcia slips out of the ring and backs up the ramp. Griffin rushes to grab Garcia, but is unsuccessful. He shouts at him to come back and fight, but Garcia backs away shouting "We fight on my terms!" Both are glaring at one another as we go to a break.

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
JOE DOE
VS EMMA LOUISE
VS KRISTIAN BANE

Aiello: And we are back and it's time for action! We've got a Triple Threat match between three up-and-coming superstars! Let's go to Jessica in the ring!

Stroup: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match and it is scheduled for one fall...

The song "Three Little Birds" starts playing and Joe Doe comes in, stands and smiles at the fans. Joe starts jumping up before running to the ring while giving high fives to some fans.

He reaches the ring, climbs the ropes and raises both arms.

Stroup: Already in the ring….weighing in at 275 pounds and hailing from Johannesburg, South Africa… JOE DOE!

Aiello: Despite his size, Joe Doe will use his speed and athleticism as he tries to chalk one up in the win column.

Bennett: Did pigs starts flying too?

Carter: You’re an idiot. Joe Doe impressed enough to be here, he will find his footing.

The arena goea dark, a slow booming sound can be heard and BAM! Pyros shoot off as 'The Vengeful One' blares. Kristian Bane walks out in front of the crowd. Bane walks methodically to the ring.

Stroup: Making is way to the ring... weighing in at 315 pounds and hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio... KRISTIAN BANE!

Aiello: Kristian Bane has been punishing opponents for a long time here at EWC. This is a rare BRAWL appearance. A win here could be a confidence builder heading into Rumble in the Bronx.

Bennett: You mean WHEN he wins tonight on BRAWL.

Carter: I wouldn’t be so sure. He is very dangerous, but these two are just as hungry for victory.

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

Stroup: And their opponent, weighing in at several pounds of girly goodness, and hailing from London, England... EMMA LOUISE!!!

She waves to the crowd and then walks, half dancing to the ring, waving to the crowd as she goes before slipping feet first through the ropes like an envelope before laying suggestively over the top rope.

Aiello: Emma Louise is looking to keep her momentum going after a Fatal Fourway Win at BRAWL two weeks ago in Salt Lake City.

Carter: Another win here will have her confident entering Rumble in the Bronx.

DING DING DING
Bane starts off aggressively as he charges at Joe Doe, going for a Clothesline, but Joe Doe counters it into a Float Over DDT. He turn to see Emma Louise sprinting toward him, so he pushes off like a track star, beating her to the punch with a Slingblade. He goes for a quick cover.

1

Kickout by Emma.

Aiello: Joe Doe first to strike a pinfall. Using his speed to his advantage.

As he gets to his feet, he struck with a devastating Clothesline that sends his body into a revolution before hitting the canvas. Bane turns, right into a Slap, then Spin Kick, and finished off with a DDT. Emma backs up across the ring, then performs the Booty Poppin’ Moonsault. She hooks the leg.

1

Kickout by Bane.

Carter: Bane is much bigger than both his opponents. But they both seem to be employing the hit and run strategy.

Bennett: Until he hits them a few times as hard as he did Joe Doe, and they can’t run.

EMMA hops to her feet. This time she beats Joe Doe to the punch when Doe closes in, she leans forward connecting with a Back Heel Kick. She finishes the combo off with a kick to the gut followed by a Snap Suplex. She tries to lock in HLA, but as soon as she starts to tighten her grip,Emma sees Bane coming at her, she ducks the Clothesline, when Bane turns, she lunges, going for a Thrust Kick, but Bane side-steps just in time. He steps up, grabbing EMMA by the neck with both hands, lifts her up, and slams her down with Baneful Existence. He goes for the pin.

1

2

Broken up by a Joe Doe Double Axe Handle.

Aiello: Well Bane certainly got a hold of Emma Louise there.

Carter: That freakish power is a gamechanger whenever Bane enters the ring.

Bane storms to his feet, Joe Doe goes for a hard right but Bane blocks it, then connects with a hard right of his own, then another, then knocks Doe to the mat with the WMD Punch. He goes for the cover.

1

2

Kickout by Doe.

Bennett: Only a matter of time now.

Bane quickly grabs Joe Doe by the head, yanking to his feet, but as he looks over her sees the foot of Emma Louise, Bane throw Doe hard into the corner, he turns, goes for a Haymaker, but Emma ducks it. She connects with a series of kicks to the gut of Bane, stunning him enough to drive him to the mat with Girl Crush. She pounces on Bane for the pin.

1

2

Broken up by Joe with a Double Axe Handle.

Aiello: I thought Emma Louise had the win there. Joe Doe was at the right place at the right time to preserve that victory.

Emma hops to her feet, she goes for a Clothesline but Joe Doe ducks it. Emma turns into a kick to the gut, Joe Doe quickly grabs her head, then brings her down with the Twist of Fate. He goes for the cover.

1

2

Kickout by Emma.

Carter: Joe Doe with a nearfall now. This is still up in the air. Anyone of these competitors could come out on top.

Bennett: I think you misspoke. You meant, ONLY one of these competitors could win this match. Because those are the rules. Idiot. And you ask how I work here.

Joe Doe quickly pops to his feet, he makes his way to the corner. Then up the top turnbuckle, but as he sets, Bane is there. Bane connects with a hard right, then another. He puts his arms under Joe Doe, lifts, and throws him onto a downed Emma Louise. Doe rolls off holding his gut, with EMMA closer, Bane goes to pin her first.

1

2

Kickout by Emma

Bane turns, and makes his way to Doe, makes the cover.

1

2

Kickout by Doe.

Bane storms to his feet in frustration. He makes his way to the outside of the ring, where he yells at the some poor Ringbell lady, and grabs her chair, then makes his way back to the ring. He steps onto the apron, then through the ropes. As he enters the ring, Emma Louise charges at Kristian Bane, he cocks back and goes for a Chairshot, but Emma slides under, Bane’s momentum keeps him going right into a Joe Doe Step Up Enziguri. Bane is turned around, giving Emma the chance to connect with a kick to the gut and take him hard to the mat with EM’s the Brakes. The big man drops, Emma and Joe Doe go for a Dropkick at the same time, both dropping to the mat to the sound of awe and appreciation from the fans.

Aiello: I don’t think that was planned, but some good teamwork to take down the big man.

Joe Doe and Emma Louise get to their feet at the same time. Emma steps up, going for a Cross Chop, Joe Doe counters into a Hammerlock, then drives her to the mat with Goodnight. He hooks the legs.

1

2

3!

NO!

Kristian Bane slams the chair down on the back of Joe Doe.

Aiello: Joe Doe was a hair away from winning this match.

Bane then turns and connects with a chair shot to Emma’s back as she was pushing herself to her feet. Then another to the head before turning back to Doe. Kristian Bane drops the chair, then grabs Doe, dragging him to his feet. Bane sets him up, lifts, then drives Joe Doe down hard onto the chair with the first Powerbomb of Chaos Theory. He goes for the pin.

1

2

3!

DING DING DING
Stroup: HERE IS YOUR WINNER….KRISTIAN BANE!

Aiello: Kristian Bane with a big win heading into Rumble in the Bronx.

Carter: Bane was confident heading into this match, and he turned it into a victory.

Bennett: I should just have I "Told You So" playing on an endless loop.

The referee raises Bane’s hand in victory, he pulls away and leaves the ring staring at his downed opponents.

Aiello: Great way to start the BRAWL before Rumble in the Bronx. All of these of these competitors will be competing in the Rumble. Coming up next we will have a hard hitting tag team match as The Limit takes on Unholy Two.

Fade to commercial break.

TAG TEAM MATCH
THE LIMIT
VS UNHOLY TWO

Aiello: Welcome back, folks. We've got a great tag team match coming up. The Limit are winless here in the EWC, but they sure walk away looking like winners most of the time. They've put NSFW in the hospital on multiple occasions. They destroyed the Tag Team Champions last week. Whomever gets in their way pays for getting in the ring with them.

Bennett: You're damn right they do! And these two old assholes are gonna pay tonight!

Carter: Of course Steve is referring to the duo of El and Roach, the Unholy Two.

Aiello: Unholy Two picked up a huge victory last weekend over Bulletproof. Can they make it two in a row? Let's go to Jessica in the ring as we prepare to find out!

Stroup: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

“No Limit" by G-Eazy hits on the speakers and the lights begin flashing throughout the arena. Ethan Alexander and D.J. Frank come walking out onto the stage to a loud chorus of boos. They both stand at the top of the ramp and mockingly gesture to the crowd.

The two begin walking towards the ring, cockily mocking the fans. D.J. grabs a fan's sign and tears it in half, tossing it into the crowd. He laughs and runs towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and Ethan follows suit. Ethan gets to his feet and mocks the fans with outstretched arms once more. D.J. crawls to the center of the ring and stays in the kneeling position as he looks out over the crowd laughing at the booing masses.

Stroup: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at a combined 565 pounds... THE LIMIT!

Aiello: Guys, these two care about NOBODY!

Bennett: You're damn right they don't! They remind me of me!

Carter: How are we still to be certain you weren't behind their entry into the EWC?

Bennett: I've told you too many damn times! I didn't have a damn thing to do with those two entering the EWC!

Ethan has now gotten halfway up the turnbuckles, playing to the jeering crowd. D.J. gets up and joins Ethan in the opposite corner. They continue to rile up the fans until their music fades out. The arena goes dark and silent before the sound of a slow heart beat pumps over the sound system. It slows to a flat line and 'Return of the Tres' hits, replacing it as the arena is bathed in red light. El and Roach step out from the back, looking around the arena before sauntering down to the ring in their own time.

Stroup: Introducing their opponents... Weighing in at a combined 413 pounds... El and Roach... the Unholy Two!

Aiello: Well, the Unholy Two has a bit of a challenge ahead of them, but coming off of a victory there's a good opportunity for them to walk away hot tonight.

Carter: You're right about that. But what about their declaration the other day about going to Hollywood? This is seemingly their final match in the EWC for the time-being.

El rolls in beneath the ropes as Roach steps in over the top. They meet in their corner, briefly discussing who will start things off.

DING DING DING
El and D.J. Frank start off in the ring. As Frank turns to the crowd to talk trash, El charges at Frank and catches him in the side of the neck with an elbow. Frank turns his head to the side and grabs his neck, stumbling away from El. El runs and delivers a hard clothesline to the back of Frank’s head. Frank flops face-first on the mat. El reaches down and grabs Frank’s wrist and puts him in a hammerlock, rearing back and driving a knee into the torqued shoulder of D.J. Frank.

Aiello: D.J. Frank was distracted by the crowd and he’s paid for it thus-far.

Bennett: Well I think some idiot fan threw something at him in the ring.

Carter: They did not!

Bennett: How do you know, idiot?

Carter: Because nothing flew into the ring!

After three knees driven into Frank’s shoulder, El picks D.J. up off of the mat and drags him into the Unholy Two corner. He tags Roach in and picks Frank off of the ground. El grabs ahold of Frank’s arms and hold them behind his back. Roach grabs Frank’s t-shirt and tears it at the neck, exposing D.J. Frank’s chest. He rears back and delivers a hard knife-edge chop to the bare skin. Frank grabs the top rope and bends down, clutching his chest. El exits the ring as Roach takes over. As D.J. is bent over, Roach drives an elbow between his shoulder blades. He leans Frank up against the ropes and Irish-whips him across the ring. On the return, Roach back-body drops him to the mat. He goes for a cover.

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Kickout by D.J. Frank.

Aiello: It’s been all Unholy Two, so far.

Bennett: The match is young. Plenty of time to whip their old asses.

Roach grabs ahold of D.J. Frank’s arm and puts him in an armbar. The referee checks on Frank, who emphatically tells him to kick rocks. Frank fights to his feet. Roach reaches back and gets tagged out by El. Just as D.J. Frank is about to attempt a short-arm clothesline on Roach, El swoops in and lays D.J. out with one of his own. Roach exits the ring and El goes for a cover.

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Kickout by D.J. Frank.

Carter: The Limit is in a lot of trouble here and this Miami crowd is loving it.

Bennett: I’m not.

Carter: You scared?

Bennett: Of what?! I don’t get scared!

Carter: Your investment, maybe?

Bennett: I’m about to invest my foot in your ass if you imply that one more time!

El gets up off of Frank and stomps on his ribcage a few times before tagging Roach back into the match.

Aiello: Frequent tags by the Unholy Two and Ethan Alexander has just stood there staring across the ring at them the whole time.

Carter: And what a psychotic look. That man does not have it all there.

Roach enters the ring and picks D.J. Frank up and bodyslams him on the mat. He looks to drop an elbow on Frank, but Frank rolls out of the way. Roach pops up to his feet and moves over to D.J. Frank and looks to drop another, but, again, Frank rolls out of the way and this time out of the ring to recompose himself. Roach is up to his feet and looks over the ropes at D.J. Frank, beckoning at him to get back into the ring. D.J. Frank slowly starts walking around the ring and, as he reaches the Unholy Two corner, pulls El off of the apron and smacks his face on the apron on the way down. Frank grabs El and throws him hard into the ringside barricade. Roach exits the ring and begins to run at Frank. Frank runs and they start the chase around the ring. As they reach The Limit’s corner, Ethan Alexander leaps off of the apron and lays Roach out with a clothesline. The referee calls for them to get back into the ring. El is up to his feet and he sprints around to the other side of the ring and these four are in an all-out slugfest!

Aiello: All hell is breaking loose! The referee has lost control in this one!

During the chaos, Frank rolls Roach back into the ring. The referee is on the outside trying to break Alexander and El up. The two in the ring are to their feet and Roach swings at Frank. Frank ducks down under the haymaker and delivers a vicious low blow to Roach!

Bennett: Goodnight nurse!

Aiello: A huge turn of this match right there. Completely illegal, but the referee didn’t see it!

Bennett: If the referee didn’t see it, it’s legal!

The two men on the outside of the ring continue fighting. They’ve moved the fight up the ramp and back towards the locker room on the stage. The referee gives up on the two men and goes back into the ring to focus on the legal men. D.J. Frank picks Roach up off of the ground and lifts him high up, delivering a buckle bomb! Roach collapses to the mat. Frank covers him.

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THRE-NO! KICKOUT BY ROACH!

Aiello: I can’t believe he kicked out! What guts by the member of Unholy Two!

D.J. Frank yells at the referee and the two argue. As the two of them argue, up on the stage Ethan Alexander has gained the upper hand. He drives El’s head into the steel stage area with a DDT! Alexander gets up to his feet and looks down off of the stage at the area below. He sees tables set up down below and gets a crazy look in his eyes.

Aiello: No. Please God no! Not this! This put NSFW into the hospital!

Alexander pulls El up to his feet and lifts him off of the ground, looking for a powerbomb!

Bennett: Say goodbye to El!

Carter: Not quite yet! Look!

El squirms out of the powerbomb with a few fists to Alexander’s face. He locks Alexander up under his right arm.

Aiello: Oh hell! He’s going to bulldog Alexander off of the stage!

El takes off in a sprint towards the edge of the stage and leaps, looking to do just that!

Carter: OH MY GOD!

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

The crowd reacts as Alexander was able to put on the brakes, which sent El flying solo off of the stage and through the tables down below!

Aiello: My God! Let’s get medical personnel out here right now! El just put himself through two tables!

Alexander looks down on him laughing as he stands on the edge of the stage. In the ring, Roach has taken advantage of a distracted D.J. Frank. Alexander sees that his partner is in trouble and sprints down the ramp. He slides into the ring and delivers a clothesline to Roach. Alexander looks down at Roach as he slowly makes his way back to his corner. D.J. Frank gets to his feet and slowly walks over to Alexander he makes the tag and, for the first time in this match, Ethan Alexander is the legal man.

Aiello: Well, The Limit has complete control of this match and it’s turned into a handicap match.

Bennett: I told you it was the end of the Unholy Two! They’ll go to Hollywood broken in half!

Carter: I’m afraid you’re right, Steve.

Alexander steps through the ropes and the two men lift Roach up off of the ground, delivering a vicious double-chokeslam. Alexander signals for the end and he pulls a limp Roach up to his feet. He Irish-whips Roach into the ropes and pops him up into the air. On the descent, D.J. Frank drives Roach down with a double-kneed lungblower!

Aiello: SKY’S THE LIMIT!

Frank rolls out of the ring and Alexander goes into a casual cover on Roach.

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DING DING DING

Stroup: Here are your winners... The Limit!

"No Limit" begins playing throughout the arena as the crowd erupts in boos. D.J. Frank gets back into the ring and the two men look down at the fallen Roach. Ethan Alexander reaches down and grabs Roach, pulling him up to his feet.

Aiello: No. It's over! Stop this, somebody!

Alexander grabs Roach by the head and throws him over the top rope. The music ceases playing as The Limit follow Roach outside of the ring and pick him up. They drag him towards the side of the stage where EMTs are checking on El. As they reach the area, D.J. Frank grabs the EMTs and move them out of the way. Alexander tosses Roach on top of El and the two decide they've inflicted enough damage. They both climb up onto the stage and raise their arms in the air. "No Limit" begins playing once more as the camera focuses in on The Limit as it fades to commercial break.

As we return, we see Candy making her way through the halls of the AmericanAirlines Arena. No doubt on her way to see her good friend Kendrick Kross. The crowd erupts as they see their Undisputed Champion with a great big smile on her face. As she makes her way down the hallway suddenly the lights begin to flicker and she stops in place, looking very confused. The crowd starts to buzz as they await what happens next. As they continue to flicker, they suddenly go out completely, but only for a moment, they begin to flicker once again and someone is standing nose to nose with Candy! The lights come back on and Candy is shocked to see her opponent for Rumble in the Bronx Luke Wolfe! The crowd again ERUPTS as they stand nose to nose.

Candy: Luke? What... What are you doing here? Whats all this? I thought that you--

Luke: Was suddenly someone different just because we shared a handshake?

Candy, seems stunned as Luke speaks in a monotone voice lacking any emotion.

Luke: You thought that you would just give me a piece of Candy and that meant that we were friends? That because of your inspiring performance at Night of Champions meant that you were any different then anyone else? You think you are special? I can assure you... you are not. You... are walking around with something that belongs to me. Something that I never should have lost to begin with. Believe me Candy, I would much rather prefer to be taking my belt back from Natalie, that sniveling little bitch who cried and bitched her way into a second title match. You have no idea how badly I wanted to take that belt back and take her head as a trophy. But... You went and threw her off the second story of that Insanity Cage, and through a flaming table and took her out of action. Good for you, but now unfortunately you have found yourself in the unenviable place of stepping in the ring with me. And when I'm in the ring, I take mercy on absolutely no one.

Luke leans forward whispering in her ear.

Luke: Candy... I am the greatest wrestler to ever step foot in a wrestling ring, and I'm not finished just yet.

He leans back and starts taking a few steps back.

Luke: Make sure you bring your "A" game to the Rumble little girl, because next week... I'm going to be taking that belt back.

Luke takes a few more steps back before the lights begin to flicker once again, and inevitably go out completely. As expected... When they come back on Luke is gone. Candy takes a deep breath, throwing the Undisputed Championship on her shoulder she grits her teeth, and is obviously not amused and walks with determination down the hallway and around the corner.

Carter: ...Well that was super weird...

Aiello: Very strange indeed. Things are certainly heating up for Rumble in the Bronx. And they're getting HOT here tonight! Up next we have Morgan Darkwater with his first action since losing the Tag Team Championships and he takes on Georgie Nickles from Friday Night Rampage!

SINGLES MATCH
MORGAN DARKWATER
VS GEORGIE NICKLES

"Wake Up" by Black Veil Brides is playing, multiple spotlights run over the crowd before finally centering on entrance to the ramp. A figure stands there with their back to the crowd, a fist high up in the air, pumping to the time of the music.

Stroup: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, The REAL Rebel Child... Georgie Nickles!!!

Two purple pyros go off as she turns on her foot and makes her way down the ring, throwing the devil horns out and walking alongside the barriers, slapping the outstretched hands of the fans. Once she gets halfway down the ramp, she takes off at a run and jumps onto the apron, grasping hold of the middle rope to pull herself up and over the ropes. Taking to a turnbuckle, she claps along to the music, mouthing the words and pointing out to the fans, and as the music fades, she jumps off of the turnbuckle and turns to face the oncoming challenge.

Aiello: Here she is folks, the person who has been taking Friday Night Rampage by storm, now she makes her BRAWL debut against the very dangerous former International Champion, Morgan Darkwater.

Bennett: Damn right that son of a bitch is dangerous. No way Darkwater doesn't leave with the win.

Carter: I wouldn't be so sure, Steve. Georgie has been killing it on Rampage.

Bennett: Killing it on the B-show, I'm so scared.

Stroup: And her opponent... Morgan Darkwater!

Morgan Darkwater steps out from the back to no entrance music. He walks stoically to the ring as he climbs up onto the apron. He stares a cold stare at Georgie Nickles from the apron.

Aiello: No music... no grandeur... this is a different Morgan Darkwater.

Carter: I don't even know if anyone can get inside that head, himself included. He seems to be fleshing his own self out these days.

Bennett: Well, he's going to whip her ass regardless. You don't need ring music to whip anyone's ass.

Darkwater steps through the ropes and into the ring as he waits for the bell.

Aiello: And here we go!

DING DING DING

Georgie runs at Morgan, hitting him with a quick flurry of offense that consists mostly of punches to the head. Morgan lunges forwards and wraps his massive hands around Georgie's throat, he begins to choke the life out of her. Morgan lifts Georgie up, he throws her to the ground in-front of him with a big double-handed choke bomb! Georgie rolls onto her stomach and starts to stand, but is met with a Morgan big boot to the back of the head, he covers!

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KICKOUT BY GEORGIE!

Bennett: This little lady just needs to give up, Morgan has this one as good as won.

Morgan drags the "Real Rebel Child" to her feet and Irish-Whips her hard to into a corner. She stumbles backwards out of it and Morgan explodes running into her hitting a giant corner avalanche on Georgie! Darkwater backs up as Georgie collapses to her knees. Morgan laughs and then puts his head under Georgie's left arm and then lifts her up onto the top turnbuckle, Morgan goes to join her but is met with a series of elbows that causes him to drop down and check his nose. Georgie flips backwards off the turnbuckle and wraps her legs around Morgan's head, Morgan stumbles and shes uses that to bring him down with a hurricarna right onto the top turnbuckle! Georgie rolls to her feet and sprints towards the opposite ropes, Morgan is back to his feet coming at her. Georgie leaps, spear!

Carter: What did you say, Steve?

Before Georgie can cover, Morgan rolls out of the ring. Georgie stands and goes to follow but the big man reaches into the ring and grabs a handful of hair and yanks her out of the ring and sends her into the barricade! Georgie grabs the barricade and tries to pulls herself up but Morgan slides in and starts sending haymakers into her face, neck, midsection... anywhere he can find a space!

Bennett: I think you know Carter. I think you damn well know!

Aiello: Morgan has all the momentum right now, but he can't win this one on the outside.

As if hearing Aiello and then the ref's count of five, Morgan rolls Georgie back into the ring and begins to stomp on her midsection. Morgan laughs and drags Georgie to the ropes, he places her neck on the bottom rope and pushes down with his foot! The ref counts.

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Release by Morgan.

Morgan gets in the ref's face, and then turns back to Georgie and starts choking her again!

Carter: Morgan is a pure sadist!

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The ref pulls Morgan off!

Morgan grabs the refs shirt and brings him closer, Morgan backs the ref up to the center of the ring while glaring at him angrily. Finally Morgan tells the ref what appears to be "Touch me again and I break it"!

Aiello: Morgan Darkwater just threatened to break the refs hand!

Bennet: Hell Yea, that Son of a Bitch knows what he's doing now!

Morgan releases the ref and then turns back towards Georgie, who runs and hits a second spear! She doesn't cover, she grabs her throat and goes back to the ropes, he neck already forming a sickening purple bruised line as she tries to catch her breath. Morgan rolls over to his hands and tries to stand, Georgie runs at him and hits a punt kick connecting directly with his jaw! She almost falls over but holds her position as she starts flooring Morgan with kicks to his head, midsection, he rolls over and now some to his back! Georgie backs up to a corner, again trying to catch her breath. Morgan again tries to stand, Georgie sprints at him, leaps and hits a giant dropkick to the side of his head!

Carter: There she goes!

The impact sends Morgan rolling out of the ring. Georgie exits the ring after Darkwater, but she is caught with a huge right hand from the big man. He rolls her back into the ring and bends down to look under the ring. He grabs a steel chair and pulls it out, throwing it into the ring over the top rope.

Aiello: This doesn't look good for Georgie!

Carter: Darkwater better be careful. He will get himself disqualified!

Darkwater slides back into the ring and stands above Nickles. He drives a knee right into the small of her back. He follows it up with a second knee. He puts all of his weight down on her back with both knees and grabs her legs. He crosses her feet together and holds them with one hand. He grabs ahold of her chin and rocks back into The Keelhold!

Aiello: Darkwater has The Keelhold locked in! Georgie has NO WHERE to go!

The referee asks her if she submits. She says no. Darkwater wrenches back hard in the hold, being sure to keep his shoulders off of the mat so he doesn't get pinned. The referee asks Georgie again if she quits. She doesn't respond. He grabs her wrist and lifts the arm. It falls limp once. He checks on her again. No reaction whatsoever from Georgie Nickles. The referee stands up and calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has stopped this match as a result of Georgie Nickles failing to respond. Therefore... the winner of this match.... Morgan Darkwater!

The crowd erupts in boos as Darkwater releases the hold. Instead of allowing the referee to raise his hand, he walks over and picks the chair up off of the ground.

Aiello: No. Come on Morgan! Don't do it!

Darkwater rears back and smashes the chair down into the ribcage of Georgie Nickles. Twice. Three times! He slams it down into her left hip. He drives it into her thigh. The referee tries to stop him, but he lays the referee out with a haymaker. The crowd erupts in cheers as Billy Mitchell sprints out from the back. He slides into the ring and shoves Darkwater backwards. Mitchell stands above Nickles ready to fight and protect her. Darkwater stares at Mitchell and drops the chair on the ground, finally turning to exit. Darkwater stares a hole through Mitchell as he bends down and rolls Georgie out of the ring.

Aiello: What a sickening display from Morgan Darkwater!

Bennett: I just pissed myself in amusement!

Carter: Amusement? Come on, Steve! That was horrific!

Mitchell helps Nickles to the locker room as we fade to a commercial break.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
BILLY MITCHELL
VS KENDRICK KROSS
VS BOBBI SPRINGFIELD

Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night BRAWL! During the commercial break, Bobbi Springfield came out and displayed some patriotism by handing out little American flags to anyone within reach.

In the ring, Bobbi salutes the crowd.

Bobbi: God Bless the US of A!

Their response is positive if not tepid towards the sugary sweetness of her words.

Aiello: Bobbi isn’t out here just to share the joy of America. She’s got a match. A triple threat. Billy Mitchell. Kendrick Kross. All three of these competitors are battling for momentum towards the huge forty person Rumble in the Bronx match. Bobbi here debuted last week with a convincing victory over Joe Doe. Kendrick Kross has just returned from injury and the former 2-time Television Champ has promised to get back to the promised land. And Billy Mitchell?

Bennett: Billy Mitchell can kiss my ass!

Carter: Enough already!

Aiello: Billy Mitchell captured a huge victory on the last Rampage but he’s back here on BRAWL with hopes of tasting victory on EWC’s flagship show!

Stroup: And her opponents, first …

Wind howls through the speakers as the lights begin to fall and a single guitar riff breaks through the silence. Those who recognize the tell-tale chord give a rousing ovation, eager for the man’s arrival, while others wait with baited breath. The guitar is soon overcome by an onset of drums as the music quickly revs up, becoming the infamous ballad of “The Good, Bad and the Ugly”. The cheers become deafening as Billy Mitchell steps out from behind the curtain and strides up to the edge of the stage, the coattails of his duster billowing behind him. Ever so slowly, he lifts his head, revealing a hard-set stare beneath the brim of his battered Stetson.

Stroup: Now residing in Norco, California, weighing in at 250 pounds, The American Outlaw, Billy Mitchell!

Eyes locked on the ring below, the ‘American Outlaw’ takes a deep breath before starting down the ramp as people crowd the barriers. Keeping to the center of the aisle, Mitchell extends his arms, slapping palms with as many of the ringside fans as he can reach. Taking his time, he walks along the guardrail, giving out a few more palm slaps before stopping in front of a young child. Taking off his hat, he sets it on their head and adjusts it a bit before clapping the kid on the shoulder. Turning to the ropes, he grabs hold and pulls himself up onto the apron. Ducking into the ring, Mitchell moves to the corner, mounting the top and middle buckles while thrusting a fist high into the air, earning a thunderous ovation from the fans. Dropping his arm, the big man rolls his shoulders to slide off the coat, earning cat calls from the female fans. Passing the coat to a crewman at ringside, Mitchell drops to the mat and faces the stage while leaning up against the corner.

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

Stroup: And second, from Chelsea London, weighing at 215 Pounds....Kendrick KROSS!

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

All three competitors step to the middle of the ring.

DING DING DING

Bobbi walks right up to Billy Mitchell and extends a right hand towards him.

Bobbi: Thank you for your service!

Billy nods politely in acknowledge. Kross taps his foot impatiently as Bobbi walks towards him.

Bobbi: Good luck and God Bless!

Kross shakes her hand but Bobbi makes a mistake. This is a combat sport and while Kross is a good mannered soul, he’s a fighter through and through. He doesn’t let go of his tight grip of her hand. Agent K2 whips her into the ropes. Bobbi shocked by the turn of the events, catches herself on the ropes. Kross follows through and clotheslines her over the top rope. After a full rotation she hits the mat outside with a thud.

Aiello: Folks, if that happens next monday at the Rumble in the Bronx, Bobbi Springfield would be eliminated from the match!

Carter: K2 is warming up for some big time eliminations!

Bennett: This ain’t no rumble so that mushmouth didn’t do shit! Too bad Billy is too much of a dope to knock Kross out while he ain’t paying no attention.

Kross turns back around. Billy hasn’t budged. Now it’s one on one for the moment. Billy’s expression is unflinching. As if asking Kross to give that a try on him. They square up. Collar and elbow tie up. Kross breaks free and wrenches down on Billy’s clothesline arm. Drops the point of his elbow into Billy’s. And then transitions into a go behind with the reverse hammerlock. He twists that arm into an unnatural position that causes Billy to grunt from the pain.

The American Outlaw reaches back with his free arm and feels for the back of Kross’ neck. He pivots his way out and reverses into a side headlock. Kross gives three sharp elbows to Billy’s ribcage before pushes him off towards the ropes.

Mitchell rebounds back and runs into Kross with a shoulder tackle. Kross rolls to his back. Billy off the other side, he leaps over the hurdle of K2. One more time. Kross is up. Hip toss attempt. Billy blocks it and gives Kross one of his one. The pace is fast and furious. Kross is back. Billy scoops him and drops him with a body slam.

Bobbi Springfield is perched up on the top rope. She leaps off with a diving crossbody! Billy catches her up and flings her out of the ring via the bottom rope with a fallaway slam!

Aiello: Bobbi tries to insert into the action but gets tossed out like the bath water!

Carter: It’s still early on for the All-American girl.

Bennett: I just realized all three of these folks can kiss my ass!

Billy realizing he just tossed a young woman right out of the ring, leans over the top rope to see if she was alright. Big mistake. Kross spins Billy around by the shoulder and pops him in the jaw with right hand hook. Billy staggers back against the corner. Running european uppercut from Kross. Headlock. Running bulldog out of the corner. Billy rolls over onto his back from the impact. Kross darts to the ropes, springboards off the second rope and lands a moonsault. Lateral press!

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Bobbi breaks up the pin with a dropkick to the Kross’ head!

Aiello: Springfield makes the save!

Bennett: Yay.

Carter: This is a high spirited contest between three fan favorites thus far! First to capitalize on a mistake will get the duke!

Bobbi looks to seize the advantage in this bout and goes for Rattlesnake Shake superkick on Agent K2! Kross ducks and she connects with Billy! Billy catches it and Bobbi is hopping on one leg. Before Billy can do anything, Kross dropkicks Bobbi right in the back of the head!

Billy keeps the kicks coming and levels K2 with the Shit Kicker! Cover!

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A groggy Bobbi Springfield drops an elbow to break up the pin. She yanks Billy up by an arm, kick to the gut, front face lock, and then she tries to bring Billy off his feet with a suplex. It stalls out. Billy adeptly reverses with a vertical suplex of his own! Seeing that Kross is still struggling to get to his feet, he quickly pressed on. Up to her feet, Billy doubles Bobbi over. Gutwrench into the air. She goes up high right up until Billy sends her right to an Unmarked Grave!

Carter: Big powerbomb from the American Outlaw!

Bennett: Big deal!

Aiello: That’s gotta be it!

Billy drops to his knees and goes to cover the prone Bobbi Springfield! Kross pays Billy the same favor and knocks him down with a pinpoint dropkick to the base of the skull! He shoves Billy aside and covers Bobbi Springfield!

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DING DING DING

Stroup: The winner of this match via pinfall, KENDRICK KROSS!

Kross’ hand gets raised in victory. Mitchell, just barely recovered from the shot to the back of the head, looks on in dismay. Another win snatched away from him within seconds. Kross’ can only offer a slight smirk at his opponent.

Aiello: Kross looked rusty out there but the nature of triple threats dictates that you take advantage just like that. Some would say he picked the bones.

Bennett: Kross is a mumbling foolish son of a bitch but I liked what he did out there tonight!

Carter: We all did but you can’t help feel for Billy Mitchell here. He put a hurting on Bobbi only for Kross to get the one, two, three!

Aiello: Tough break for the American Outlaw tonight and a big boon for Kendrick Kross! When we return, we have Iggy Swango taking on "The ReMnant" Rob Garcia!

Fade to commercial break.

SINGLES MATCH
IGGY SWANGO
VS ROB GARCIA

Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night BRAWL! Next up we have two superstars who are hungry to rebound from losses last week. Rob Garcia came up short in his about versus Griffin Hawkins. And Iggy Swango along with her partner Dreamweaver were defeated by NSFW. So it’s time for the rebound.

Carter: As well as trying to gain some momentum going into the Rumble in the Bronx!

Bennett: Those two broads don’t have a brain cell to share between them. Swango is no match for the smartest man in the EWC.

Carter: I thought he was the most hated?

Bennett: No! Only idiots think that! He never said that once! Mark this down, next year, the most respected man in this company will be a hall of famer!

Aiello: Time will tell. Let’s just see how he fares against the spunky upstart Iggy Swango!

Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

“3’s & 7’s” by Queens of the Stone Age hits the arena as the lights dim low before strobing between red and the pitch blackness of the arena. Just as the loud guitar riffs echo throughout the arena the lights starts pulsing red and Iggy Swango emerges from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments as she nods her head to the rhythm of the music. Her tag team partner Ashley Brizzie joins and raises her hands in the air.

Stroup: First, accompanied by the Dreamweaver, standing in at five feet seven inches tall, weighing at one hundred and forty-five pounds, from San Francisco, California, representing Freaks and Geeks, Iggy Swango!!!

Iggy starts bouncing on the stage and rocking out with an air bass playing along with the music before making her way down the ramp. She throws the devil horns with her hands and sticks out her tongue taunting her fans as Red and Black confetti streamers come raining down from above on her way down to the ring.

Iggy rolls under the bottom rope and pops up on her knees in the middle of the ring. She slowly stands her to her feet before raising her hands into the air.

Brizzie who is standing on the apron cheering on her friend is suddenly yanked down. With the streamers, lights, and music, it goes unseen by Iggy! She stands on the second ropes of a turnbuckle banging her head.

Carter: Iggy, turn around!

The crowd is trying to help her, too but it’s too late. Rob Garcia, who had just disposed of Ash, sneaks into the ring and clubs Iggy over the back. He then powerbombs Iggy off the top rope! Her body folds in half from the impact!!

Aiello: Well that answers the question on everyone’s mind tonight. Just what was Rob going to do tonight?

Carter: Certainly not his usual antics but just as despicable.

Bennett: I love it!

Referee Josh Daniels shoves Garcia away from Iggy before he can pick the bones. He helps Iggy to a knee and asks if she can continue. Iggy, through gritted teeth, nods her head. Daniels calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

However Iggy may regret that decision. Rob, as if in response to the bell, charges and nails Iggy in the side of the head with a running boot. The displeasure and just plain hatred begin to pour in from the audience as Rob mockingly cups his hand to his ear.

Garcia: You love me! You really love me!

Aiello: No Jeff Noon surprisingly. No Morgan Darkwater. No dogs. No vans. Rob Garcia had a plan alright.

Carter: Dreamweaver was out here to neutralize the Noon effect but she took a nasty hit when Garcia dropped her jaw first on that apron. She’s currently being helped to the back. Very early on, it’s just these two. Maybe how it should be.

Bennett: The ReMnant will make short work of his punk rock trash.

The crowd clearly does not love Garcia. But he believes it. Rob then bounces off the ropes and unleashes a move that is ‘just too crazy, out of control, and extreme for anyone else to do’. And while that is debatable for a simple running leg drop - it’s certain that a leg across the throat is not painless. Rob drops down to one knee and places one single finger on the sternum of Iggy Swango! He insists that the referee count her out. Daniels begrudgingly obliges and counts the ‘cover’.

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Iggy easily rolls away. Rob is irate. He gets in Daniels’ face.

Garcia: That was a slow count. What? You got the hots for Piggy here!? Well, tough luck, she’s engaged to Nose!

Carter: So much wrong with that statement.

Garcia’s face is one of shock as he’s suddenly rolled up by the blonde bass player.

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Garcia, angered by nearly being beaten in this manner, rolls to his feet and catches Iggy Swango with a jumping flatliner! He shoots a half nelson and rolls her over and goes for a cover. Some of that jovial arrogance is fading away into an intensity rarely seen on Rob Garcia.

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Despite the multiple impacts to the head, Iggy is still in the game! The crowd cheers on her resilience! Rob grabs two big handfuls of Swango’s blonde locks and brings her up to her feet. Garcia ignores Daniels’ admonishments to not pull his opponents hairs and slings her into the nearest corner. Iggy’s back hits the second turnbuckle and she slumps over. Rob follows her in and Iggy catches him with an elbow. Rob staggers back but shakes it off. He runs at Iggy again. Garcia eats a boot to the jaw. He spits out a wad flecked with blood and tries once more. Iggy brings up her knees as a barricade of sorts but Rob stops shorts before running face first into them.

Iggy wraps her legs around Rob’s head, twists around, and headscissors Garcia face first into the second turnbuckle. The Freaks and Geeks’ resident rockstar kips up quickly to her feet and sees Rob in prone position. She takes a few steps back and then hits a running hip attack on Garcia, driving his face further into the turnbuckle. He falls backwards on the mat. Iggy capitalizes with a cover of her own!

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Garcia gets his shoulder up!

Aiello: Swango with some amazing athleticism to put Garcia on his back there! Get that man an icepack!

Bennett: That bleach blonde harlot knows what she is doing with her naughty bits! Attacking him with her butt! It’s disgusting!

Carter: Are you drunk, old man?

Swango keeps on the self-proclaimed billionaire as he tries to get to his feet. She cuts him off at the pass with a stiff knee lift to the midsection. Front face lock. With a quickness, Iggy spikes Garcia with a snappy DDT. With haste, she gets to the apron as Rob groggily gets to his feet. She leaps onto the ropes and propels herself off of them. Her forearm aimed right at the skull of Rob Garcia.

He sidesteps and Iggy crashes to the Oklahoma mat. With the young woman on her hands and knees, Garcia shows that he is no slouch in the art of wrestling and twists her up with an Oklahoma roll!

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Iggy breaks free! Garcia keeps an arm wrapped around a leg as he clammers to his feet. He drops a boot in her midsection and grabs her other leg. Iggy squirms and attempts to break free of whatever Garcia seems to be attempting but the latin bad boy drives the heel of his boot into her stomach repeatedly until that fight is extinguished. He twisted her legs like a pretzel and turns her over.

Bennett: My man with the Mexican Marijuana Leaf!

Carter: Ridiculous name aside, this submission might spell doom for Ms. Swango. The pre-match powerbomb looked like it could done some damage!

Aiello: That’s right, Max. Look at that! Rob has dragged her right in the middle of the ring! He sits down. There is no where to go for her!

The referee checks on Iggy as Garcia laughs uproariously at his opponent’s predicament. He beats on her knee with a fist to fight anymore struggling before going to work on seemingly breaking her in half. To Iggy’s credit, she uses her hands to claw herself forward but at this point it seems to be a futile effort.

A split screen box appears in the bottom left corner. On one side, Jeff Noon watches clipboard in hand. The ominous Morgan Darkwater stands just barely out of the shadows behind him. On the other side, Ashley Brizzie pushes aside the trainer to get the full view of her phone. She wills on her partner to fight back!

Inch by inch, she crawls towards the ropes.

Just within her grasp, her fingertips touch the ropes before Rob temporarily relinquishes the hold to drag her right back to the middle of the ring.

Bennett: It’s over, bimbo! Tap out!!!

Rob doesn’t get that cloverleaf cinched back in as tight as before. The ropes are not possible. Iggy bends herself in a seemingly unnatural position to reach her arm to grab Rob’s ankle. The pain is immediate in her expression. More and more, she gets closer until she can contort her body to wrap an arm around Rob’s leg. He steps forward to break away but he ends up tripping over his feet. The hold is broken but the damage may be done.

Rob feels it. He kicks her in the small of the back and then grabs her legs again. He attempts to put that devastating submission in again but Iggy uses her powerful legs to spring forth and kick the ReMnant right in the jaw. He stumbles backwards and has to use the ropes to catch himself. He spits out more blood and walks right into a basement dropkick from Iggy!

Swango crawls away to create some distance from Garcia. She uses the ropes to get to her feet. Rob, pretty aggravated at this point, runs forward with a clothesline. Iggy ducks and pops Garcia in the mouth with a roundhouse kick.

The impact of the kick may have knocked Garcia to the mat but she also drops to a knee.

Aiello: Desperation move! How much do these two have left in their tank?

Bennett: Get up, man! Don’t let this broad have her way with you!

Aiello: Give it a break, Steve. Iggy has taken everything that Garcia has dished out and given out just as much! This is star making moment for this young woman!

Iggy feels it. One more deciding blow. She sizes up the former tag team champion with intensity burning in her eyes. She allows Rob to braggadociously kip up to his feet. She side steps a super kick from Garcia, spins him around, and jacks his jaw with an European uppercut. Head between the legs. Iggy goes for the Non-Zero Possibility. Garcia muscles out and reverses with a double leg takedown and in a split second, he flips over with a jackknife pin!

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DING DING DING

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

Garcia gets out of the ring like a bat of a hell but as he saunters backwards up the ramp, he can’t help but laugh at a dejected Iggy Swango.

Aiello: The punk rocker of Monday Night Brawl was moments away from possibly cracking Garcia’s skull with that snap piledriver.

Bennett: But she didn’t! She sucks and so does her band!

Carter: Get over yourself. Garcia squeaks by with another victory but Iggy Swango every night looks like a future contender. It will happen. Any night now.

Aiello: When we return from the commercial break, Happy and Draco Lazarus collide! Don't go anywhere! This is going to be good!

SINGLES MATCH
HAPPY
VS DRACO LAZARUS

Aiello: Rob Garcia and Iggy Swango put on quite the show before the break.

Bennett: We go from classy Rob Garcia, to classy Draco Lazarus. What a night!

Carter: I thought you were a Happy fan?

Bennett: Over his charismatic leader? No way.

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: Happy has been red hot since joining EWC.

Carter: I don’t think this is about wins and losses Joe. This is for pride.

Bennett: And as they say… Pride goeth before the Bones Breaketh.

Carter: I hope you get fired soon.

A spotlight shines on center stage until “The Gold Standard” Draco Lazarus steps into it. He stops, crosses both arms, and looks down on the fans with a smug look on his face. He points the Golden Cane at a few fans and starts to berate a few fans before pulling it back and putting it down. He acts as if he is a conductor, with his Middle Fingers, waving them around to the crowd to match the beat. Then he turns to the entrance, puts his fingers to his mouth,whistling loudly. Out comes the Serpent Priestess and Leviathan.

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

”The Gold Standard” Draco Lazarus starts throwing Monopoly Money into the crowd. He acts like he is going to High Five a fan, but pulls his hand away and runs it through his hair. He hops onto the apron, goes through the ropes, and circles the ring announcer a few times. He begins “Making it Rain,” on the Ring announcer then the ref with the rest of his Monopoly Money. He points into the crowd and yells “You Poor People SUCK!” Then begins stretching and heads to his corner. He takes off his suit jacket, and acts like he is going to throw it to the crowd, but just drops it outside the ring and laughs. He hangs his cane on the bottom rope of his corner then goes and sits on the ropes, talking to the Serpent Priestess before getting up and going to rip the mic from Gordon’s hand.

Draco Lazarus: HELLO MIAMI...I’M HOME!

The fans boo Draco, no one wants him living there.

Draco Lazarus: Is that anyway to treat a local legend? I’ve already done more for Miami than Dan Marino and Giancarlo Stanton combined.

The crowd erupts in boos, Draco chuckles, the usual.

Draco Lazarus: Since I have a big party to host tonight, I will keep this short. HAPPY. You have disrespected us. And now you will pay you dumb son of a bit...

Before he can finish, as he turns, Happy is standing right there. Draco drops to his knees, his hands up, begging Happy not to hit him.

DING DING DING
Happy grabs Draco’s head, he connects with a series of hard rights. He brings Draco to his feet, gets him in Suplex position, he lifts, as he does, Leviathan steps over the ropes, and into the ring. Happy releases Draco, as Draco crashes to the mat, the ref tries to get in between Happy and Leviathan but Leviathan pushes the ref into the corner. Happy comes with a hard right, but the punch is caught by Leviathan. Draco grabs his cane, then slides out of the ring, running up the ramp. Happy goes to headbutt Leviathan, but is left stunned and staggered. He shakes it off, charges, but Leviathan steps into him, grabs him, then slams him hard to the mat with an Alabama Slam. The ref gets back to his feet and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING
Storup: YOUR WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION...HAPPY!

Carter: What a coward. He knew Happy would wipe the floor with him, so he ran.

Aiello: I still can’t believe we are looking at what used to be one of the biggest fan favorites.

Bennett: What a glorious transformation.

Leviathan reaches down, grabbing Happy by the neck yanking him to his feet, thrusting his hands around Happy’s neck, lifting him, then slamming him down with a Double Chokeslam. At this moment, Draco comes back onto the ramp, but he is not alone, as four people covered completely in black hooded robes, dragging out a Casket. Draco points to the ring with the cane, and the four Druids push the casket down by the ring.

Aiello: What is Draco doing with a casket?

Bennett: Read between the lines Aiello. Happy is dead to him.

As they get ringside, Leviathan grabs Happy, drags him to his knees, wraps his arms around Happy, then deadlifts him in the air, and Powerbombs him into the Casket. Draco slams the casket door shut.

Draco Lazarus: WE ARE GOING TO BURY YOU ALIVE! Well, not really. BUT YOU BETTER HAVE LEARNED YOUR LESSON OR WE WILL NEXT TIME!

Draco points to the top of the ramp, the druids follow the Serpent Priestess and Leviathan, with Draco trailing behind as we cut to a commercial.

SINGLES MATCH
KILLIAN DEVILLE
VS AMIS SHELTON

Aiello: Welcome back, folks. We are about set for... Wait... I am being told we have a situation in the back...

We cut to backstage where Killian DeVille and Amis Shelton have collided in the gorilla position. The two are fighting like mad. DeVille grabs Shelton and throws him into the brick wall. He goes to Spartan-kick him, but Shelton moves and DeVille kicks the wall. Shelton grabs DeVille's leg and sweeps his other foot out from underneath him. He climbs on top and starts wailing on him with punches. DeVille rolls him over and begins throwing rights and lefts to Shelton's face.

Aiello: My God! This has exploded here on BRAWL!

DeVille gets off of Shelton and Shelton gets up quickly, driving DeVille into the wall. DeVille grabs Shelton and throws him towards the entrance area. Shelton flies through the curtain as the crowd, who has been watching this all on the MacTRON, erupts in cheers as the two are beating the piss out of each other. DeVille exits the curtain and is met by a kick to the gut. Shelton grabs DeVille by the head and runs and tosses him down the ramp. DeVille rolls halfway down the ramp as Shelton starts a dead sprint at DeVille. DeVille gets up just enough to back-body drop Shelton onto the ramp.

Carter: These two didn't waste any time. They started tearing each other apart before the match even begun!

DeVille grabs Shelton and drags him over to the ring steps. He slams Shelton's head down into them. Shelton stumbles away along the side of the ring. DeVille follows after. As he reaches Shelton, Shelton brings a leg backwards and delivers a low blow to DeVille. DeVille hunches over and Shelton walks over to the timekeepers area. He grabs the ring bell and walks back over to DeVille. He raises the bell above his head to strike, but DeVille drives his shoulder into Shelton's abdomen and shoves him hard into the ring post. The bell drops to the ground and DeVille looks at it. He picks it up and walks over to Shelton. He rears back and smashes it right into Shelton's face!

Aiello: Oh my God! He just rang Shelton's bell!

Bennett: This is f***ing fantastic! I don't even care that I just got censored!

DeVille tosses the bell up into the ring as the camera catches a close-up of Shelton's bloody face. DeVille grabs an electrical cord and wraps it around Shelton's neck.

Aiello: He's trying to choke the life out of Amis Shelton!

Shelton manages to stand up and he runs his feet backwards, driving DeVille right into the ring post. DeVille releases the cord and falls to the ground. Shelton unwraps the cord from his neck and walks over to DeVille. He wraps the cord around Killian's neck.

Carter: And now it's Shelton doing the choking!

Bennett: If you ask Killian, he's been doing that for awhile.

Carter: Really? Jokes right now?

Killian looks as if he is starting to fade, so Shelton releases the cord. He walks over to the announce table and begins clearing it off. Aiello, Bennett, and Carter get up and scramble away. As he returns to DeVille, DeVille nails Shelton with a knee smash right into his bloody face. DeVille lifts Shelton up and places him on the announce table. He walks over to the ring and climbs up onto the apron. He starts to ascend the turnbuckles and gets to the top, turning to face Shelton.

Aiello: We might as well get medical help out here now! Someone is going to need it!

DeVille leaps off of the turnbuckle and dives off, splashing through Amis and through the table to the floor.

HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!

The crowd is going nuts. We lose audio feed from the announcers. The two lay there in a heap as the production crew decides to go to a commercial break.

As we return from commercial, medical personnel are checking on DeVille and Shelton. Shelton is, obviously, worse for the wear than DeVille is. DeVille is clutching his elbow, but still manages to brush off the medics. He slowly gets to his feet and is leaning against the barricade behind the announce table. We are still without audio, but the production crew is working on it.

DeVille takes a step forward and shoves a couple of the medics off of the limp Shelton. He grabs Shelton and picks him up off of the ground. He slowly limps over to the ring and rolls him in. DeVille gingerly slides into the ring after him and an EWC referee follows. DeVille gets up to his feet and drags the limp Shelton over to the center of the ring. He walks over and grabs the ring bell and positions it bell side up on the mat. He grabs Shelton and positions him between his legs above the bell. He lifts him up and drives him down with the FYL on the bell!

Aiello: Hello? Hello? Are we on?

Carter: I can here you, Joe! Killian DeVille may have just severely injured Amis Shelton! He just hit that spike piledriver right onto the bell!

Bennett: Neither of these bastards are going to be able to walk tomorrow!

Shelton lays unconscious in the middle of the ring as DeVille just sits there with a sadistic smile on his face. He looks up at the referee as he rolls over and lays across Shelton.

Josh Daniels: What are you doing? This match hasn't even started!

DeVille yells at him something along the lines of "Well, start it then!"

Daniels looks down at DeVille, he looks at Shelton, and then he walks over to the ropes and leans down and talks to Jessica Stroup for a moment.

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen... Referee Josh Daniels has just informed me that this match is officially underway!

Aiello: What? I can't believe it! Amis Shelton can't defend himself! He's out cold!

Bennett: Now go count his shoulders down you son of a bitch!

Daniels gets down onto the mat as DeVille stares into his eyes with a crazy stare.

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Stroup: The winner of this match... Killian DeVille!

"2 Rotten" begins playing as Killian DeVille gets up off of Shelton and smiles sadistically. He looks down at Shelton and backs up to the ropes, climbing through them as he stares a hole in Shelton's skull. He begins walking slowly up the ramp to the back as EMTs slide into the ring to check on Shelton. We cut to our last commercial break of the evening to give the EMTs time to clear the ring and the crew to clear the ringside area.

SINGLES MATCH
MIKE MCGUIRE
VS GRIZZLY DUGGAN

Aiello: And we are back, folks. What an insane situation we had before the break. Killian DeVille and Amis Shelton just exploded. I can assure you that it's not over between those two.

Carter: That's a fact, Joe.

Aiello: However... it's Main Event time. Mike McGuire versus Grizzly Duggan. A preview of the Tag Team Championship bout at Rumble in the Bronx. Lot to say about that but well, let’s save that for the Rumble because this one has its own little story. Let’s just say, these two don’t like each other much. Their partners seem friendly enough with each other.

Bennett: It’s because that uppity wench ran her mouth again. Grizzly Duggan usually pisses me off. He’s as big as a boulder and dumb as one too, but I hope he breaks Mike’s neck. Ain’t nothing worse than a woman who doesn’t know her place.

Carter: The hell are you going on about, Steve? That’s reprehensible to say. Both of these competitors have been snapping at each other for awhile now and when this match was announced for tonight, it just exploded.

Aiello: Doesn’t matter who’s right or wrong right now. The squared circle settles this issue right here and right now. Jessica, take it away.

Stroup: The following match is a Rumble in the Bronx preview match and it is scheduled for one-fall.

'Walk' by Pantera plays and here comes Grizzly Goddamn Duggan. He raises his half of the Tag Team Championships in the air and lets out a thunderous roar.

Stroup: First, accompanied by Carlos Ruiz, he hails from Columbus, South Carolina and weighs in at 385 pounds, one half of the EWC tag team champions, GRIZZLY DUGGAN!

Ruiz raises his title in unison with his mucho bro. They saunter down to the ring pointing out signs supporting him. Yet, there seems to be a few signs held up by women that are less than flattering. He blows past them as the reaction is mostly positive. They enter the ring and wait for NSFW to enter.

The house lights go dark. The Tron shows a close up of Mike's eyes, her fingers streaking lines of black under them as Patrick Stump's voice cries out 'Put on your War Paint!' This image fades out as 'The Phoenix' continues, and is replaced with a pulsing 'Mike McGuire' as orange lasers pulse through the entryway in a counterpoint to her partner's green ones. Mike appears silhouetted in them, raising a fist. Bishop Church, her partner, joins with his fist raised in unison.

Stroup: And his opponent, accompanied by Bishop Church, from the Bronx, New York, representing NSFW, this is Mike McGuire!

Pyros hit as the song continues and the house lights raise. Mike takes off down the ramp in a burst of energy, tapping fists with the NSFW fans, and gives her partner a quick brohug before she baseball slides into the ring. Church opts to walk down to the ring as his partner gets the spotlight.

DING DING DING

Mike and Grizzly step up to each other. Their mouths move, unheard by the audience but their exchange is obviously an unfriendly one. By contrast, on the outside, Carlos and Bishop greet each other with a handshake and some friendlier-looking dialogue before turning attention to the match, occasionally glancing to the side as if waiting for something.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Grizzly must’ve taken particular exception to something Mike said because, almost out of nowhere, a paw-like hand whips forward and catches the New York brawler right across the mouth! Mike staggers back, touching a hand to her now bleeding lip while the big man laughs raucously, looking quite pleased with himself.

Bennett: I like Grizzly a hell of a lot better now! She’s had that coming for ages.

Carter: That was ugly as hell. Something tells me there won’t be a shred of respect in that ring tonight.

Aiello: Either way, the conference in the ring seems to be over, and we are underway.

Grizzly may be laughing, but Mike’s eyes are filled with absolute hellish fury as she darts forward with one arm cocked back before letting it fly right into Grizzly’s gut! Duggan doubles over a bit, but his ribs are immediately under assault with a series of machine-gun like lefts and rights, Roaring in pain, Grizzly stops the assault via a hard shove to the face, knocking the furious redhead backward.

Running on anger and early adrenaline, Mike pops back up to her feet almost immediately and rushes her opponent, but is snatched up for a body slam… which is denied as Mike wriggles free in midair, slipping back behind the big man. A devious look flicks over her face, and in what can only be described as insane ambition, Mike throws her arms around Grizzly’s midsection from behind, just manages to hook her grip, and tries to flip him back into a German Suplex!

However, it’s not to be- Duggan plants his feet and doesn’t budge an inch, expression completely nonplussed as he simply lifts an arm and whips his elbow back, clipping the side of Mike’s head hard.

Bennett: HA! Dumb bitch got way too big for her britches there and got her damn bell rung.

Aiello: I’ll have to agree with you there, Steve- there’s no way someone of Mike’s size could overcome that big of a deficit. The will was there but she just didn’t have the strength.

Carter: Wasn’t going to stop her from trying, tho-- wait a minute, what’s going on on the outside with Carlos and Bishop?

The combatants’ partners, indeed, have stopped observing the match for the moment and have gone over to the barricade where they seem to be involved in a transaction with a man in a black baseball cap bearing a red ‘JJ’ logo. They retake their places at ringside after a moment, taking a seat near the announce table, each bearing a Jimmy John’s takeout bag.

Bennett: Oh, what the hell is this, now?

Aiello: Dinner, from the looks of it.

Carter: Bishop Church and Carlos Ruiz enjoying some freaky fast sandwiches at ringside. I hope they remembered the big pickle.

Meanwhile, Mike has staggered back, holding her jaw. Blood is dripping down her chin from her busted lip, and it adds a bit of extra ghastliness to her glare. Snarling, Mike wags her hands toward her in the universal ‘c’mon’ gesture.

Mike: COME GET SOME OF THIS, YOU FAT FUCK!

Grizzly takes the bait and runs right into a drop toehold, leaving him partially flopped on the ropes throat first! Not wasting a second, the redhead darts forward, vaulting herself up with the top rope and bringing herself down with both feet right onto the big man’s back! Grizzly cries out hoarsely as his back and throat are assaulted, but Mike stays on him, grabbing his ponytail and yanking him back onto the canvas with it.

Paul Turner scolds Mike for the hair pull but drops to the canvas as Mike pins the big man.

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But it’s a one count only, as Duggan finds his second wind quick and pops up, bench-pressing McGuire off of him!

Carter: McGuire suckered Grizzly in! That was a clever bit of offense.

Bennett: For all the good it did her, that was barely even a one-count!

Aiello: True, but from what we’ve seen so far, that might not even slow McGuire down.

Grizzly gets to a knee and Mike indeed is on him straight away, grabbing him in a front facelock and trying to drive him down with a DDT. Grizzly doesn’t budge though- instead he lifts her up in the air, driving her hard into the canvas with a spinebuster!

Duggan gets to his feet and surveys the situation before grabbing Mike by the straps of her slightly bloodstained tank top and giving her a mighty heave halfway across the ring! Shaking the cobwebs out as best she can, Mike crawls to the corner and starts pulling herself up using the turnbuckles as a ladder of sorts, but before she can fully rise, Grizzly charges with deceptive speed and splashes her in the corner, driving McGuire chest-first into the ringpost!

He doesn’t allow the brawler to hit the canvas, though. He snatches up a handful of red hair and pulls her up into a torture rack, cranking it in hard. The crowd deflates, and Carlos and Bishop set their sandwiches down, leaning forward a bit, concern on the faces of both men. Mike, to her credit, doesn’t scream out in pain, her teeth gritted tightly together almost defiantly.

Bennett: Duggan’s gonna snap her like a damn twig. This is fantastic!

Carter: You are a sick man sometimes, Steve.

Aiello: Duggan walking McGuire to the center of the ring now. McGuire looks like she’s in real pain here. How much more can she handle?

Grizzly keeps wrenching the rack in harder, Mike hissing like an angry snake through her clenched teeth. Paul Turner checks on her, asking if she submits- he gets a hard shake of her head in return. Duggan gives a ‘hmph’ and cranks harder.

Grizzly: Give it up, silly girl, before I break you in fucking two.

The hisses give way to growls, McGuire’s face contorted in an expression of complete agony. Again, Turner checks on her. One slightly trembling hand moves slightly, fingers twitching downward and leaving only the middle one erect. A clear ‘no’.

Frustrated perhaps with his lack of progress, Duggan simply throws McGuire to the ground and in an almost disturbingly callous manner walks his enormous boots right over her back. Mike lets out a quick but sharp yelp. At ringside, Bishop shakes his head- either in concern for his partner, disgust at Grizzly’s actions, or both.

Leaving Mike in a twitching heap, Duggan walks to the edge of the ring, something catching his eye- namely, his partner as well as Mike’s enjoying delicious sandwiches. Grabbing the top rope with both hands, he leans over, bellowing.

Grizzly: WHERE’S MY SANDWICH?

Bishop looks at him blankly as Carlos raises his hands up innocently.

Carlos: Señor Grizzly, I did not know you wanted one. You already ate at the catering. Señor Church gave me his pickle. You want Señor Church’s pickle?

Grizzly’s eyes widen in anger.

Grizzly: I hate PICKLES!!!

Carlos and Bishop look at each other quizzically but before Grizzly can respond, Mike McGuire drives her shoulder into the back of his knee. Taking full advantage of her second wind, she bounds onto Duggan’s back and, perhaps with a brief wink to her partner, locks in a sleeper hold!

Struggling somewhat, Grizzly manages to pull himself to his feet, standing up as straight and tall as he can possibly manage before reaching back with both hands, grabbing hold of the smaller grappler and throwing her with nearly all his might onto the canvas.

Aiello: An attempted homage to her partner ended up with McGuire eating canvas.

Carter: This hasn’t looked good for her- Duggan keeps overpowering her at every turn.

Bennett: I love it! Shit, I might actually be turning into a Grizzly Duggan fan! You put that ginger bitch in her place, big boy!

Grizzly steps backward, smacking his knee to get some circulation going again. Stalking Mike like a bear’s unwitting dinner, he waits until she starts pulling herself up before charging, going for a big boot to put the Bronx Brawler down for good…

...and McGuire ducks! Duggan ends up with his foot caught over the ropes, trying to balance on his other leg. But Mike has her eye on his predicament and she darts forward, clubbing him in the back of the knee! Grabbing hold of the straps of his shirt, she yanks with all her might, tugging him back into the ring fully before shoving him hard into the corner.

She looks a fright- hair wild, lip caked in congealing blood, tank top askew, eyes alight with emerald fire. But she’s plugging away at him with a rapid succession of hard lefts and rights, slugging her soup bones into the big man’s ribs, not giving him a chance to even catch his breath.

Carter: Mike McGuire has come back to life, and so have the good people of Miami!

Bennett makes a face as the chants of "NS! FW!" gain volume and intensity.

Bennett: Aw, these yahoos ain’t got no goddamn taste anyhow. They like Will Smith, for God’s sake.

Aiello: A spectacular comeback! But McGuire’s been through hell already- can she capitalize on this adrenaline burst?

Mike steps back a moment, both to catch her breath and survey the damage. Duggan is prone against the turnbuckle, chest heaving and face pained. McGuire grins and holds up her taped right, tapping her ‘KF6’ marked knuckles as the crowd gives a loud cheer in anticipation of the KFS! Giving said knuckles a kiss, Mike winds back, charges forward looking for a running variant of her signature punch…

...and gasps, along with most of the audience, as her throat is caught in Grizzly’s giant hand! Grinning, he rises, lifting her up and away, his body clear of her flailing limbs. He pulls her higher as if to go for a chokeslam- but wags his finger with a ‘tsk’, instead taking a few steps back and using his free hand to steady himself as he climbs up the turnbuckle backwards, still clutching McGuire’s throat in his meaty paw.

Bennett: That oughta shut these people up.

Aiello: It looks like Grizzly Duggan wants a top rope chokeslam! This could be very bad for McGuire!

Carter: Duggan’s in a precarious position though- the slightest wrong move could cost him his balance and gain him a nasty fall.

Indeed, Duggan is teetering on the top rope, McGuire still held by the throat out to the side almost as a counterweight. He lifts her up once more for a chokeslam, but in wild desperation, Mike juts a hand towards the big man’s face, digging her thumb into his eye! Involuntarily, he drops her, and she catches herself on the top rope, gasping for air as she pulls herself fully onto the turnbuckle, balancing alongside Grizzly. Viciously, she drives her knee into his already sore ribs a few times before reaching up, grabbing ahold of his neck, and yanking him with all her momentum down to the mat with an earth-shaking thud after executing a top-rope neckbreaker!!

Carter: That was INSANE! Mike McGuire out of desperation hits a top rope Rubbernecker!

Bennett: Son of a bitch.

Aiello: If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sounded almost impressed, Steve! At any rate, both Duggan and McGuire are down after that hard, ugly impact.

At ringside, the impromptu picnic seems to be done for now- both Ruiz and Church are looking on with shock, Bishop getting to his feet and taking a single step toward the ring, obviously concerned for his already battered partner’s welfare. Meanwhile, Mike manages to sling a single arm over Duggan’s heaving chest, the referee sliding in for a count.

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No! Grizzly just manages to kick out. The two of them eye each other as they slowly get their bearings, gasping for breath. Mike seizes the opportunity first though- digging down deep and forgoing the finesse this time, she charges forward with another KFS attempt, only to have her fist gripped so tight in Grizzly’s hand that her knuckles start to crack!

Getting to his feet, he whips McGuire into the ropes before crisscrossing, gaining momentum and Grizzly Pouncing the New Yorker not just out of her boots, but out of the ring! Hitting the floor hard, she tumbles unceremoniously to the feet of her partner, who leans down to speak to her. She shakes her head and slowly starts to pick herself up, shaking her hand out.

Bennett: He better be worried over there. His partner’s going down. It’s just a matter of damn time. Duggan’s too big and too good for her stupid little punch to put down.

Carter: I wouldn’t be so sure of that. McGuire’s proven time and again that she doesn’t have an ounce of quit in her.

Aiello: Duggan pacing in the ring now. Whatever he’s got planned to put McGuire away, they’re clearly bad, bad intentions.

Before Paul Turner can even start the ten-count for Mike, Grizzly slides purposefully out of the ring and paces over to where McGuire is still on her hands and knees. Giving Bishop a bit of a smirk, he hefts Mike up into a military press, popping her back into the ring none too gently. Rolling in after, he huffs, yanking his shoulder straps down and making an emphatic gesture, signifying to the crowd that this is over.

Lifting Mike up on his shoulders, Grizzly is looking for his signature Running Powerslam- but once more, McGuire slips free behind him, kicking him in the knee from behind and bringing the big man to a kneeling position. Darting around, she unloads a series of quick, hard left jabs to his face, peppering him in the mouth, the nose, the jaw. A particularly hard one opens a cut on his right brow, blood trickling down the side of his face. Stepping back, she hauls back for the KFS one more time…

The KFS connects, McGuire’s fist ramming with all the momentum of a runaway Mack truck right between Grizzly’s eyes! Duggan teeters a bit before collapsing back like a fallen redwood, and Mike is on him in an instant, hooking the leg and pressing down with all her might.

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3!!

Grizzly kicks out hard, practically catapulting Mike off of him, but it’s too late, something he realizes the moment the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Stroup: The winner of the match via pinfall, MIKE MCGUIRE!

Aiello: Oh my God! What a hellacious contest! Mike may have got the W but she was beaten bloody by the monstrous Grizzly Duggan.

Bennett: Damn it, Duggan! You son of a bitch! You had her! You had her!! Finish the job, boy!

Carter: You may get your wish, both teams are in the ring!

Before the fight can continue, Church helps Mike to her feet. Ruiz holds Grizzly back. There is a stand-off of sorts as the crowd hungers for a fight.

But instead the two teams separate. The tag team champions leave the NSFW to their own devices in the middle of the ring. Grizzly shot one long cursory glare at Mike before disappearing behind the curtain.

The lights flicker, then go out completely. When the lights kick back on, Draco Lazarus is standing at the top of the ramp with Leviathan staring at NSFW. Bishop Church takes a half a step back, his eyes widen as Leviathan seemingly glides forward. He then steps forward to strike Leviathan but his hesitation created the window for Leviathan to drive his size 18 boot into the chest of Bishop Church, knocking him through the barricade. Mike, battered to hell but ever protective of her partner, goes for a hard kick to the knee of Leviathan, before she can, Draco strikes her in the back with his Golden Cane. Mike drops to a knee right before Leviathan, he thrusts his meaty hand down, around her throat, lifts Mike up, then slams them down with a Chokeslam hard onto the ramp. Bishop Church’s shock gives way to anger, and he comes from behind and wraps Leviathan up in a sleeper. But in no time, Leviathan drives his elbow into the gut of Bishop. IT spins around, grabs Bishop by the neck with both hands, slamming him down onto the ramp. IT grabs Mike by the hair, dragging her up the ramp at Draco’s request.

Draco points and yells...

Draco: Good luck winning the title without your partner!

Carter: NO! NO THIS CAN’T HAPPEN!

Bennett: YES! YES! GET MIKE MCGUIRE OUT OF MY HAIR FOREVER!

As Draco, walks out off camera view as he walks through the entrance, but he abruptly comes back into screen, when a foot is seen delivering a Superkick to his face. Carlos Ruiz steps forward, Grizzly Duggan right behind him. Mike grabs Draco, runs forward and pushes Draco off the ramp, Draco goes crashing through a table.

Aiello: MUCHO GRANDE! just saved their Rumble in the Bronx challengers inadvertently. Got a feeling that it was more for the attack a few weeks back considering the heat between these two teams.

Carter: Maybe Carlos appealed to Grizzly’s sense of decency. Who knows?

Bennett: OH NO! Not Draco! Just when this night was going to be a dream come true. Those damn kids spoil it again.

The fans erupt in cheers at the scumbag getting his just desserts. As Leviathan turns to watch this unfold, “DreamWeaver” Ashley Brizzie and Iggy Swango appear from behind the massive Grizzly. Grizzly comes from behind and uses his sheer mass and size for wrap up the arms of Leviathan. This gives Iggy and Ashley a moment. Ashley Brizzie is there first but gets kicked away, this gives Iggy the chance to grab the Amulet from around Leviathan’s neck. She tugs hard, she almost has it, but Leviathan drives his head into the bridge of Grizzly’s nose then forward into Iggy’s forehead, knocking her back and forcing her grip to be broken.

Aiello: I’m not sure what I’m calling here folks so bear with me. They almost had the Amulet, I think it is. Whatever it is, it's got some kind of... possession? ... over Nost... Leviathan. Iggy was so close.

Carter: At least Draco didn’t get his wish there. God only knows what would’ve happened if Collateral Damage succeeded here.

Meanwhile, Bishop has gotten to his feet, helping Mike to her feet and perhaps holding her back from jumping into the fray. Iggy and Ash don’t give up, charging at Leviathan, but he grabs them simultaneously by the neck. He turns, as Grizzly Duggan was charging from behind, but the big monster of a man stops in his tracks as Leviathan hurls Ash and Iggy at him. Carlos luckily is there to help break Iggy’s fall, while Grizzly catches Ash. Suddenly, the lights begin to flicker, when the Serpent Priestess appears. NSFW, MUCHO GRANDE, and Freaks and Geeks Presents: The Foxy Ladies of Dream Sound Revolution Live from Mr. Bigg’s Limo are all on their feet, surrounding Leviathan and the Serpent Priestess. However, before they can attack and try to pry the Aura Amulet from the neck of Leviathan, The Serpent Priestess begins chanting, MURUS IGNIS CIRCULUS IGNIS IGNIRE, Serpent Priestess throws a black sack onto the ramp, suddenly a flame ignites, enclosing Leviathan and The Serpent Priestess.

The lights flicker, they go out, when they come back on, Leviathan, The Serpent Priestess, and even the injured Draco are nowhere to be found.

There is an odd silence from the arena and between the competitors. NSFW and Mucho Grande! stare each other down, some lingering tension even with Iggy and Ashley between them. The camera cuts to the announcer’s crew as the wrestlers dissipate from the area.

Bennett: I can’t tell you a damn thing that happened here.

Carter: Neither can these teams. Or the people viewing. It’s a mystery but the man formerly known as Nostalgia is a dangerous man to be reckoned with.

Aiello: Ladies and gentleman, one week from now, you have the opportunity to witness the Rumble in the Bronx. The former Collateral Damage member, Happy, gets a second shot at the X-Division title but I’m not sure about the champion anymore. Things have definitely gone AWOL tonight! Regardless, that pay-per-view is going to be HUGE! We've seen the Undisputed Champion and her adversary face off tonight. Luke Wolfe gets his rematch against the woman who shocked the world at Night of Champions. And, of course, the biggest Rumble in HISTORY. Forty men and women across four different brands. Someone will claim their shot at destiny for Wrestlefest. For Steve Bennett and Max Carter, I’m Joe Aiello and this was Monday Night BRAWL. We will see you in Brooklyn!

The show fades to black.

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: MNB
MATCH TWO: MNB
MATCH THREE: GRIZZLY DUGGAN
MATCH FOUR: BISHOP CHURCH
MATCH FIVE: BISHOP CHURCH
MATCH SIX: MNB
MATCH SEVEN: MNB
MAIN EVENT: BISHOP CHURCH

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SEGMENTS

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CANDY
GRIFFIN HAWKINS
LUKE WOLFE

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
JOE DOE
VS EMMA LOUISE
VS KRISTIAN BANE
WINNER: Kristian Bane

TAG TEAM MATCH
THE LIMIT
VS UNHOLY TWO
WINNERS: The Limit

SINGLES MATCH
MORGAN DARKWATER
VS GEORGIE NICKLES
WINNER: Morgan Darkwater

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WINNER: Kendrick Kross

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WINNER: Rob Garcia

SINGLES MATCH
HAPPY
VS DRACO LAZARUS
WINNER: Happy

SINGLES MATCH
KILLIAN DEVILLE
VS AMIS SHELTON
WINNER: Killian DeVille

MAIN EVENT
SINGLES MATCH
MIKE MCGUIRE
VS GRIZZLY DUGGAN
WINNER: Mike McGuire

BRAWL #519 MVPs: Killian DeVille, Mike McGuire, Grizzly Duggan, Amis Shelton

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