Post by MNB on Jan 14, 2019 19:58:44 GMT -6
WARNING:
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #527 | JANUARY 14TH 2019LIVE! from the Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Victor Price & Jon Spartan
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bryan Spade
General Manager: Victor Price & Jon Spartan
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bryan Spade
"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 #[Last Show Number] in [Last Show's Location].
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: Xavier Reid, Marquee, Natalie Young, Happy, NSFW, Griffin Hawkins, Kennedy Mathews, Kenneth Williams, Emma Louise, Joe Doe, Iggy Swango, Anthony Grunge, Rob Garcia, Arsenal, Mario, Gannondorf, Dominic Sanders, Darius, Bliss, Nathan Quinn, The Family, Kendrick Kross.
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Rob Garcia with the X-Division Championship
NSFW with the Tag Team Championships
Griffin Hawkins with the International Championship
and finally...
Dominic Sanders with the Undisputed Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
A wide aerial shot shows that Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A wide aerial shot shows that Wells Fargo Center, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A chant begins of
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
A thick layer of fog circles the arena/stadium, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena/stadium and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the arena/stadium, some reading:
"WE WANT LUIGI!"
"JOE DOE STEAL THE SHOW!"
"DARIUS IS EXTREME!"
"LET ME IN DEATH SQUAD!"
"DOMINIC SAUNDERS!"
and "IGGY MAKES MY HEART BEAT!"
Aiello: We have such a great show for you guys tonight. Championship opportunities, champions, FSW superstars and more!
Carter: You aren't going to want to miss any of this!
Bennett: The Melon Gods have given us a great card for sure! Plus, we have Dominic Sanders and that makes any night a good night!
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The scene is set in on a television.
Voices can be heard speaking.
Male: Look at that fat slob, he hasn't eaten a bite of fruit his entire life and this is who you decide to base your pathetic existence off of? What a joke.
After hearing the voice the camera moves out, it's revealed to be Walter Melon sitting on a couch with his feet up and Arya beside him with a giant bowl of fruit in between them. They both dig in.
Walter: We have fruit juice running through our veins.
Arya: Don't forget the Melon Gods on our side.
Walter: Never forget. He's busy un-clogging pipes, when we are busy eating our fruit. There is no comparison.
There is a knock at the door. Walter hands the controller over to Arya and answers. It's a EWC backstage staff.
Staff: Is it just you two in here?
Walter: What's it to you?
Staff: Somebody ordered all of this stuff?
The camera moves down the hall with several tables stacked with fruit.
Walter: That's all you brought us?
Staff: Sir, that's all we could get.
Walter: Such a damn disgrace! We have a match to get ready for, we don't have time for your veggie games! Get out of my face!
Walter pushes the man aside and the staff member trips falling into the wall. The rest of the staff seemsf frightened and Arya yells without taking her eyes off of the television.
Arya: REST... IN... PEACH!
Arya smells the fruit, puts the game down and begins to devour it along with her father. Both eating faster than the eyes can keep up and surprisingly, not dropping a bit.
TAG TEAM MATCH
The Melon Club
VS The Game Changers
VS The Game Changers
Aiello: Let’s get to our opening contest, shall we?
Bennett: That’s rhetorical, you son of a bitch.
Aiello: Right. Anyway, we’ve got some tag team action to start the night. Arya and Walter Melon look to rebound from their WrestleFest defeat against a strange new team.
Carter: The Game Changers.
Aiello: Mario and Ganondorf. Now these fellas haven’t fared too well alone but that could all … change tonight.
Bennett: I hope not.
Stroup: This is your opening contest for the evening. First, already in the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 451 pounds, Mario and Ganondorf, THE GAME CHANGERS!
The new team confers with each other. Waiting for their opponents to enter.
‘Fruit Salad’ by the Wiggles plays and out comes the Melon God worshippers. Arya and Walter pay little attention as they saunter down to the ring.
Stroup: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 320 pounds, Arya and Walter Melon, THE MELON CLUB!
Aiello: The Melon Club looks like they took their defeat last month very seriously. I hear that they have double downed their training efforts and have promised to come back with a vengeance in this tag team scene.
Carter: These guys. I don’t get them. They give off the weirdest vibes.
Bennett: You saying you don’t like fruits, you son of a bitch? Get with the program, it’s 2019.
Carter: What in the living hell are you talking about?
DING DING DING
Mario and Walter start the contest. Mario quickly gets the advantage and body slams the smaller Walter with ease. However, he misses on a double stomp to the chest as Walter smartly rolls out of the way. Something seemingly hobbled Mario from that miss and allows the patriarch of the Melon Club to hit a well aimed chop block to the back of the knee!
Aiello: Walter Melon already senses a weakness in Mario. He’s gonna want to tag out very quickly.
Carter: That Ganondorf fella is one big dude. He looks ready to destroy.
Bennett: He looks like a green turd.
Walter drags Mario by the leg to the Melon Club corner and tags in his daughter. Arya springboards over the top rope a scintillating corkscrew splash right onto Mario’s legs. Mario, not looking very super right now, crawls towards his partner hoping for relief but Arya toys with him. She kicks at him repeatedly, stopping his progress. In the middle of the ring, she grabs that bad leg and flips Mario onto his back. She drives an elbow into that knee and goes for a knee bar but Mario desperately fights it off with a kick to the chest. Arya stumbles backwards with a look of indignation.
As Mario hobbles to his feet, he’s met with a spinning heel kick to the back of the head from the Melon Wolf
She tags in Walter.
Aiello: Mario has been completely isolated from Ganondorf. This does not look good for them.
Bennett: Oh, it does for me.
Carter: Because you’re a rube.
The man in charge gives traffic directions to his partner. As Mario struggles back to his feet, Arya is on the top rope. Walter then uses his daughter like a human missile and tosses her right into Mario. She goes rolling off of him and to the outside of the ring, allowing Walter to go for the cover!
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Almost miraculously, Mario kicks out! The big man from Chicago holds out his hand in hopes of getting into his contest but the Melon Club has other plans.
Aiello: This father and daughter pairing has got it together for this match.
Bennett: The Melon Gods have blessed them.
Carter: Don’t start that shit!
Walter Melon watches with a predator like curiosity as he watches Mario inch closer and closer to tagging in Ganondorf. Or maybe it was part of his plan. Before Mario can tag out, Arya grabs Ganondorf by the boot and jaw jacks him on the ring apron. She then shoves him head first into the nearest steel steps.
Walter just smirks. Mario realizing his situation, swings at Walter with desperation but misses. Walter kicks Mario in the gut and then spikes him with a snake-like DDT. Arya is back on the apron by this time. Walter tags in. They both nod. As Mario slowly rises to his feet, Walter whips Arya into the ropes and when she comes back, she vaults off of Walter’s hands and corkscrews her body multiple times before crashing into Mario. She’s on top of the former plumber!
Aiello: There it is! The Melon Crusher!
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DING DING DING
Stroup: The winners of this match via pinfall, Arya and Walter Melon, THE MELON CLUB!!
The Melon Club ignores the referee trying to raise their hands and instead briefly congratulate each other before departing the ring with little regard to what they just did.
Aiello: The Game Changers couldn’t get out of the gate. It was essentially two-on-one tonight. The Melon Club came up with a sound game plan and executed it flawlessly. They may not show it but those two have to be relieved.
Bennett: The Melon Gods will be pleased.
Carter: I said shut up with that ridiculous stuff, Bennett.
Aiello: Anyway, we have more tag team action tonight involving the champions but slated next is a triple threat elimination bout with a couple of newcomers looking to make their impact and a young man looking to get back on the winning track after a heart crushing defeat at WrestleFest.
We move to a commercial break.
We go to the ring where the Jukebox Lounge is set up in the ring. Griffin Hawkins is in the chair waiting for his music to stop. He grins as it fades out.
Griffin Hawkins: Ladies and Gentlemen...welcome once again to the Jukebox Lounge, the hottest talk show on Brawl today! Tonight's theme for the evening cats and kitties..is championship gold. But it's not about my International Championship..as good as it looks. It's about the X-Division Championship. One of the most prestigious belts in EWC today. Last week we saw a NEW number one contender crowned. He is also my guest tonight. So everybody rise up and help me welcome the number one contender to the X-Division Title...The Bastard of Volondo...Xavier Reed!
The jumbo screen flickers and the picture of a sky appears on the eve of a storm, the clouds are dark and rolling across the sky quickly and with aggression. The lights inside the arena start to dim, the rumbling of a storm can be heard over the speakers as lighting appears in the clouds.
The cracking of lighting grows louder and louder until two strikes hit the stage
First from the right and then from the left as ‘Papercut’ starts to play out…
Smoke rises up from where the lightning hit stage as Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage, his arms crossed in a X over his chest as he stands at the top of the stage and looks out towards the ring.
The fans have a mix reaction as he starts to walk towards the ring, shadow boxing as he does so ignoring the fans until he reaches ringside
As he gets in the ring he shakes Griffin's hand and sits down in the chair across from him.
Griffin Hawkins: Welcome to the Jukebox Lounge Xavier! Great to have you here. There was a lot of action last week on Brawl, a lot of highlights...and one of them was you becoming the number one contender to the X-Division Title..even though the Champion didn’t really have the guts to show up..from what I heard he had a yeast infection or something..but nonetheless you are the number one contender. How do you feel about it?
Xavier Reid: Griffin, I have been waiting a long time to get this championship match for the X-Division Title, so when our new GM Jon Spartan kicked off last week’s Brawl with the announcement that if I beat Rob Garcia I would get my shot I was thrilled, I was focused and I was ready...and then Rob decided to no show our match. I was pissed Griff, but then Jeff Noon’s, who I’m guessing was still suffering head trauma from the beating he received from Shelley Silver came down to the ring as Rob’s stand in and well...my night got a lot better.
Griffin Hawkins: Despite not beating the champion..you beat his moon faced stooge and became the number one contender. Many say you are one of the greatest wrestlers not to hold the title. That part there confuses me..because I’ve been in the ring with you many times and you know how to bring it...but why did the old management pass you over? Was it politics? Like you’d rather work for it than kiss someone’s ass?..Or did they have someone else in mind? What’s your take?
Xavier Reid: I think there is a general feeling that what you do down in FSW or even on Prime doesn’t really count, that beating Nostalgia as I did in FSW was a fluke, I was hoping by coming here to Brawl and beating Happy it would have opened eyes around here but Rob Garcia got the championship match at WrestleFest. Maybe I pissed some people off by not jumping to Brawl or Rampage the second I dropped the FSW Championship. Maybe I upset some people showing up the former X-Division Champions by beating them when I was still in developmental but I could care less. I had earned my shot long before last week but I thank our new GM for seeing what others might not wanted to see...that I belong at the top of the X-Division.
Griffin Hawkins: There is no doubt in anyone’s mind now that you are capable of winning the X-Division Title. All eyes are on you now to bring the gold home. Course your defeat over Jeff Noon may have made Rob Garcia more desperate than ever. I more than anyone know what he is capable of. In his quest to take the International Title off me he hired a group of thugs from another company to assault me, even bullying that spineless Brawl General Manager Victor Price into having Noon as a guest referee in my match with him. Garcia may be an idiot who hides behind his immature attitude, but when he is desperate he can pull off just about anything. How he got a victory over Happy, I’ll never know..maybe he slipped on the slime trail he left behind...but are you prepared for Garcia?..and I might add, this time he can’t hide behind Jeff Noon when the time comes to face you for the gold.
Xavier Reid: I get the impression Rob Garcia isn’t a man that has been told no a lot, he sees something he wants and he takes it, because in his world he ALWAYS gets what he wants but not this time. I handed him Happy on a silver platter, Happy and I tore that parking lot apart and I have all the respect in the world for Happy, we have our differences but he’s a tough son of a bitch and had he him 100% there is no way in hell Rob Garcia beats him but knowing your past with Rob I full expect more bullshit along the way to our title match...I know he will try everything he can to avoid that match but Rob...and I want you know know something...there is nothing you can do to stop me from taking that championship off you, so enjoy it while you can...because I will be the next X-Division Champion...and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.
Griffin Hawkins: Now, word around the locker room is that Rob Garcia does indeed see you as a threat..a big one..hence him sending Noon after you. I don’t think he realizes that this isn’t some fake title that he went out and created so he can feel better about himself and his own insecurities, it’s the X-Division title...it sounds like that he is well..scared of you in a way.
Before Xavier can reply, “Ballin” kicks in as the crowd begins booing. Out comes Rob Garcia the X-Division Champion, dressed in a fine suit with the X-Division Title around his shoulder.
Rob Garcia: Scared?...Hawkins have you been taking illegal substances again? Do I look scared to you? I’m the X-Division Champion! There is nobody who is better than me! If anyone should be scared, it’s YOU Xavier. Because you have no idea what the hell you’re up against! Just ask Hawkins over there what happens when you come up against me! Sure, you got lucky against Jeff Noon last week, but when we step in the ring for this..your luck will run out!
Xavier Reid: I’m not the one that no showed last week Rob, I came to Boston ready to fight yet you stayed at home...nice and safe. And I get it...you like that championship and want to keep it as long as humanly possible. But the problem is I want to END your reign as fast as humanly possible. So we have reached an impasse Rob, but the thing is you can only duck me for so long. I am your next opponent for that X-Division Championship Rob...and we will see just who the king of the X-Division truly is...
"Papercut" kicks back in as the two stare one another down.
Aiello: The battle lines have been drawn...Xavier is coming for Garcia's title!
Carter: Neither man is gonna back down..we have a classic on our hands!
Bennett: I can't wait for you two eat your words when Garcia retains his title in his first defense!
TRIPLE THREAT (BY ELIMINATION)
AOP aka Arsenal
VS Kenneth Williams
VS Nathan Quinn
VS Kenneth Williams
VS Nathan Quinn
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night BRAWL! We just saw the Melon Club dispose of the Game Changers in an impressive fashion.
Bennett: Those fruits showed the world why Vitamin C is important!
Carter: And, I suppose, being ready for your match on Monday Night BRAWL.
Bennett: Whatever you say.
Aiello: Up next we've got a Triple Threat between AOP aka Arsenal, Nathan Quinn, and Kenneth Williams. Let's go to the ring with Jessica Stroup!
The arena goes dark. "Attack On Titan Opening (Hip Hop Remix)" by SparX Beats starts to play. The spotlight focuses on the top of them ramp. A hooded figure steps out into the spot light. He throws his hood off of his head. As he does this the pyro's hit and the lights go up. He is wearing dark sunglasses and a hat on his head that reads #TrustMyProcess.
Stroup: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match! First, making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 290 pounds, From Lexington, Kentucky, The man who wants you to Trust His Process, AOP aka Arsenal!!!!!
AOP walks down the ramp glaring at the fans. One younger fan reaches out for a high five, AOP just stares him down and continues walking to the ramp to a chorus of boo's. When he reaches the end of the ramp he stands in front of the ring. He jumps up on to the apron as more pyro's shoot off and enters the ring. He walks to the first turnbuckle in the ring and holds his hands up. As the chorus of boo's continue, he hears some cheers close to ringside. He takes his hat off and tosses it towards those fans that are cheering for him.
Aiello: Despite his anchoring size and power, AOP did not last very long in the Battle Royal at WrestleFest, which was his debut here in the EWC.
Bennett: That don't matter. He's going to make quick work of these two here tonight. Mark my words.
The lights go dim in the arena as 'Be Somebody' plays in the background. Nathan Quinn walks out wearing his ring gear and Power Team USA cap. The arena lights begin to flash repeatedly as he scans the crowd as he walks down the ramp with a confident look in his eye.
Stroup: One of his opponents... Making his way to the ring! From Albany, New York! Weighing in at 273 pounds! "Hungry Wolf" Nathan Quinn!
He jumps up to the apron, over the ropes, and into the ring. He takes a look at AOP from across the ring as he focuses for the match.
Aiello: He's a newcomer, folks, but he looks like he can do some serious damage.
Carter: I spoke with Nathan in the back. He's determined and ready for his debut here tonight.
Bennett: He's ready to get his ass whipped!
[...3]
[..2]
[.1]
The lights in the arena begin to dim as the countdown ends and the MacTron springs into life with a shot of “The Human Highlight Reel” Kenneth Williams giving the camera a few playful winks.
The fans jump straight to their feet in cheer as "Shadowboxin" by the GZA & Method Man begins to play through the PA speakers. The familiar adlibs of Method Man accompanying the vinyl scratches of the classic "Shaolin vs. Lama" Kung-Fu movie echo throughout the arena as Kenneth Williams steps out onto the ramp.
The fans jump straight to their feet in cheer as "Shadowboxin" by the GZA & Method Man begins to play through the PA speakers. The familiar adlibs of Method Man accompanying the vinyl scratches of the classic "Shaolin vs. Lama" Kung-Fu movie echo throughout the arena as Kenneth Williams steps out onto the ramp.
Stroup: And their opponent... from Austin Texas, weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds.. he is The Human Highlight Reel, Yours Truly... KENNETH WILLIAMS!
Fire and pyro began shooting out of the stage as Kenny stands at the ramp with a playful grin as he stands at a military rest with his head cocked to the side before taking off in a full sprint to the ring, making sure to slap hands of the fans on his way. He hops onto the outside of the turnbuckle before looking out into the crowd and delivering a vicious dab with a look of disgust on his face. He hops into the ring and prepares in his corner.
Aiello: Kenneth Williams has had some success here in the EWC since he's come back.
Carter: But he's currently on a slide, losing to Griffin Hawkins at WrestleFest, last week on BRAWL, and again on Friday night in Milwaukee on Rampage.
Bennett: Slide slide slide he keeps going down!
Carter: We will see about that, Steve.
DING DING DING
Right out the gate, AOP and Quinn went face-to-face in the middle of the ring. The two stalky individuals ignored the smaller Williams and began puffing up their chests at one another.Aiello: Looks like we’ve got a stare down here!
Bennett: Except Arsenal is going to whip this meathead’s ass!
Carter: Battle of the meatheads.
Bennett: Shut up, Carter. Arsenal is much more than a meathead!
Quinn eats a slap attempt from AOP. AOP eats one right back from Quinn. Meanwhile, Kenneth Williams sprints over to the corner and climbs to the top. The two men break their focus from each other for a moment to see Williams leap off with a double crossbody attempt. Both men catch Williams in midair. AOP rips Williams from Quinn’s grasp and drives Williams into the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. AOP pops up to his feet and laughs in Quinn’s face.
Bennett: See that powerful sum-bitch?!
Carter: Impressive belly-to-belly.
Bennett: He damn near broke Williams in half! Impressive is an understatement.
Quinn bounces off of the ropes and goes for a shoulder block. It has no effect on AOP. He bounces off again and attempts another. Again, nothing from his adversary. Quinn goes for a third, but this time AOP catches him and drives him into the mat with a spinebuster. Williams is up to his feet and runs at AOP and stuns him with a forearm into the temple. He jumps up, going for a hurricanrana, but AOP powerbombs him nearly through the mat.
Aiello: It’s been all Arsenal so far tonight.
Bennett: And it’s gonna stay that way!
AOP sees Quinn getting up to his feet. He backs up into the corner and waits for Quinn to get all the way up. Once Quinn is up, AOP sprints at Quinn and nails him with a spear! But instead of finishing the Titan Attack, he lifts Quinn up to his feet and walks him over to Williams. AOP plays to the booing crowd before lifting Quinn up and powerbombing the big man right onto Williams. He goes into a cover on both men.
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DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your winner via double elimination... AOP aka Arsenal!Aiello: Good lord. Arsenal made quick work of Kenneth Williams and Nathan Quinn!
Bennett: I hate to say I told ya so, but... I TOLD YA SO!
Carter: And I hate to say you were right, but you were right.
Aiello: When we come back, we've got an X-Division Rules match between Joe Doe and the newest member of the BRAWL roster, the former FSW Champion himself Xavier Reid!
We move to a commercial break.
We see Jon Spartan walking around in the back, but stops when he hears the sound of a guitar playing. He follows the sound and smiles when he sees the source. Griffin Hawkins is sitting on one of the carts, strumming his guitar.
Jon Spartan: Griffin Hawkins! So Nice to finally meet you!
He stops and looks up at Spartan.
Griffin Hawkins: Um...hi.
Jon Spartan: We haven't met..officially anyway. But I know who you are..I've been watching you for so long and I believe that you are one of the all time greats here in EWC. I just want to say it's a pleasure to meet you.
He sticks out his hand..Griffin isn't sure at first, but shakes it.
Griffin Hawkins: Right..same to you Mr..Spartan isn't it?
Jon Spartan: Why yes.
Griffin Hawkins: Okay, I'll remember that.
Jon Spartan: Now..I know over the years here you've had a few problems with authority figures..and rightfully so. So I came here to let you know that I don't have any agenda towards you whatsoever. You are one of the top guys on Brawl and I don't see why we can't get along.
Griffin Hawkins: Well..it is no secret that me and authority go together like bread and motor oil. In the past, people like Michael Saint and Victor Price let their position of power go to their heads and punished those who dare to oppose them. Power corrupts, but something tells me you're on the level. I'll stay out of your business as long as you stay out of mine. Other than that, we shouldn't have any problems.
Jon Spartan: Sounds fair enough to me. Now, last week you mentioned something about wanting a shot at Dominic Sanders' Undisputed Title. Now..I hate to be a downer, but Victor Price...doesn't think you should be Undisputed Champion.
Griffin Hawkins: Is that so?
Jon Spartan: I'm afraid so. In his mind...you don't fit his ideal of what the face of EWC should be. He believes Sanders is a better representative than you.
Griffin Hawkins: Somehow that does not surprise me. He's always been short sighted.
Jon Spartan: Well thing is..I don't share his opinion. In my view I think you'd make a good Undisputed Champion should you win the title. You're a big time player who has done just about everything except win that. If you're patient enough..your time will come.
Griffin Hawkins: That's what I'm banking on. But the truth is, I don't care for Price's opinion or Sanders' opinion..or anyone's opinion when it comes to the Undisputed Title. I'm patient enough to wait my turn and get my shot..but for now, my focus is to defend my International Title.
Jon Spartan: That's what I want to hear. I know whether if it'd be Iggy Swango..or Kendrick Kross, you'll defend that very title. Till then, good luck!
He pats him on the arm and walks off as we head back to the ring.
The footsteps echo in a dark room as the scene opens up.
Whispers, along with bits of laughter can be heard.
Voice: He's coming... We're coming... They're coming... Stop that!... NO!
The silhouette of the man can be seeing smacking his own face and then laughing. A switch can be heard as the lights turn on.
Here he is, Curtis Mars. He smiles and leans against the wall.
Curtis: I'm here! Hello there, sorry about the lights I couldn't find the switch. Wrestling, oh how I've missed this. I'm ready to get back in there, if you like Extreme, you're all in for a lovely treat. I'm Curtis Mars, If you're wondering if you should believe the hype, yes, yes you should. You'll clap, you'll cheer, and my opponents will bleed, and cry. Pain is a fantastic feeling and I'm quite looking forward to it, giving that gift as well as receiving it. If you're willing, if you think you're extreme, I suggest we put it to the test and find out.
Curtis Mars pushes off of the wall and begins stepping towards the camera, smiling creepily.
Curtis: See you soon.
He stops and begins to wave to the camera as the scene comes to an end, with only laughter being heard.
X-DIVISION RULES
XAVIER REID
VS JOE DOE
VS JOE DOE
Aiello: And we are back with more heavy hitting action! We've seen the Melon Club dominate the Game Changers and then AOP aka Arsenal disposed of Nathan Quinn and Kenneth Williams very quickly.
Bennett: It's been a great night! All of my favorites are winning!
Carter: We don't play favorites, Steve. We are supposed to be unbiased journalists!
Bennett: Eat shit, Carter. If you told me Mike McGuire and Rob Garcia were facing off I would fly a flag with the ReMnant's face on it!
Aiello: Regardless, we've got an X-Division Match coming to you. Joe Doe and the Number One Contender to Rob Garcia's X-Division Championship, Xavier Reid! Jessica, let's get this rolling!
Stroup: The following match is an X-Division Rules Match!
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.
Stroup: Making his way to the ring... from Johannesburg, South Africa... weighing 200 pounds... JOE DOE!
He reaches the ring, climbs the ropes and raises both arms.
Carter: Say what you will about this man... Joe Doe has ALWAYS given his best effort!
Bennett: Yeah. Best effort at getting his ass whipped. And he faces no chance against Reid, tonight!
The jumbo screen flickers and the picture of a sky appears on the eve of a storm, the clouds are dark and rolling across the sky quickly and with aggression. The lights inside the arena start to dim, the rumbling of a storm can be heard over the speakers as lighting appears in the clouds
The cracking of lighting grows louder and louder until two strikes hit the stage
First from the right and then from the left as ‘Papercut’ starts to play out…
Smoke rises up from where the lightning hit stage as Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage, his arms crossed in a X over his chest as he stands at the top of the stage and looks out towards the ring.
The fans have a mix reaction as he starts to walk towards the ring, shadow boxing as he does so ignoring the fans until he reaches ringside
Xavier bounces up and down while looking at the ground and then looks up and smirks as he heads towards the steps and slams his foot down on each step as he marches up the steps and jumps into the ring and heads right to far corner and climbs to the middle rope and tosses his arms into the air and crosses them into a X as he looks out over the crowd.
Stroup: And his opponent... entering the ring right now... From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada... weighing in at 220 pounds... Xavier Reiiiid!
Aiello: Xavier Reid is one of the finest competitors in this company.
Bennett: Sure, if you call being NOT a champion 'fine.' And what he did to Jeff Noon last week was disgusting!
Carter: But..
Bennett: WHO ASKED YOU?!
DING DING DING
When the bell rings, Joe Doe immediately exits the ring. He starts to dig around under the ring looking for something to use. Doe brandishes a 2x4 from under the ring and slides in with it. Reid snickers at this and charges Doe. Doe steps aside and lets Reid go chest first into the top turnbuckle. Doe winds up and smacks Reid in the back with the 2x4. And again. He shoves the 2x4 into the middle of Reid’s back and grabs Reid’s arms. He sticks his knee into the 2x4 and yanks back on Reid’s arms, putting pressure on his back. He drops down looking for an aided backstabber with the 2x4, but Reid flips over and lands on his feet in the middle of the ring. The 2x4 falls on top of Doe’s chest and Reid jumps and stomps the 2x4 on both ends, snapping it across Doe’s chest. Aiello: Good counter by Reid there.
Carter: Very calculated reversal by Xavier Reid.
Reid bends over and grabs both pieces of the broken 2x4 and waits for Doe to get up. Doe reaches his feet and Reid starts smacking Doe in the ribcage with both pieces to each side. Doe, backed up into the corner, attempts to shield himself from the blows with his elbows. Reid continues his assault before finally tossing one of the broken pieces outside of the ring. He takes the pointed, broken end of the wood and jams it hard with both hands into Doe’s forehead. Doe begins stumbling around the ring grabbing his head as Reid laughs and tosses the piece aside. Doe shakes it off and turns around, blood now trickling down his face. Doe runs at Reid and drives a shoulder into his midsection in the corner. He grabs ahold of the middle ropes and jams another shoulder into Reid’s midsection. On the third attempt, Reid leaps over Doe using the ropes as leverage and into a sunset flip on Doe.
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Kickout by Joe Doe.
Bennett: Reid beat the hell out of Doe with those pieces of wood. I can’t believe Joe Doe didn’t just quit on the spot!
Carter: I can. Joe Doe has heart and a lot of fight inside of him!
Bennett: That’s just code for ‘he sucks!’
Reid grabs Doe and tosses him outside of the ring and to the floor through the middle ropes. Reid sprints across the ring and bounces off of the ropes. On the return, Reid does a cartwheel into a back hand round off and over the top rope with a corkscrew dive. But Joe Doe picked up a piece of the broken 2x4 and stepped aside, smacking Reid with it on the way down!
Bennett: Olé!
Carter: Olé?
Bennett: Joe Doe smacked Reid like he was a damn piñata on Cindo de Mayo!
Doe takes the 2x4 piece and slams it down on the middle of Reid’s back again, welts beginning to form. Doe draggs Reid over to the announcers’ table and rolls him up on top of it.
Bennett: I’m gettin’ my ass out of here!
The three announcers scramble away as Joe Doe slides back into the ring. He sprints across to the other side and bounces off of the ropes. When he returns, he springboards off of the top rope and leaps with a splash! But Xavier Reid rolls off of the table at the last second and Joe Doe goes crashing through the table! The Philadelphia crowd begins to let Joe Doe know about his mistake.
YOU FUCKED UP!
YOU FUCKED UP!
YOU FUCKED UP!
YOU FUCKED UP!
Aiello: Huge mistake by Joe Doe!
Bennett: That’s what he is. A walking mistake!
Reid grabs a television monitor and slams it down into the already bloody face of Joe Doe. Reid takes his time and walks over to the timekeeper’s table and steals Jessica Stroup’s chair. He folds it up and walks over to Doe. Reid gets an idea and grabs Joe Doe’s ankle.
Aiello: No! Don’t do this!
Bennett: He’s about to break that sum-bitch’s leg in half!
Reid pushes Doe’s foot through the opening and clamps the chair down onto it. Reid walks over and steps up onto the ring apron. He looks around at the crowd, who are actually cheering for him to do it.
Bennett: These people are sick and I love it!
Before Reid can jump off of the apron onto the chair, Doe removes his foot from the chair, gets up with it in hand, and cracks Reid in the face with it!
Aiello: What a shot!
Carter: That’s lights out for Reid!
Reid’s body drops down onto the ring apron, his nose gushing with blood. Joe Doe holds up the chair to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. He slides the chair into the ring and rolls in, himself. He reaches through the ropes and grabs Xavier Reid. He drags him through the middle and bottom rope and locks him in a front facelock. DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! Joe Doe covers!
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THRE-KICKOUT BY XAVIER REID!
Aiello: My God! How did Xavier Reid kick out?!
Carter: That guy is tough! I thought that would put him away, but man is he tough?!
With Reid down, and nearly out, Joe Doe goes over to the corner. He climbs up to the top turnbuckle and looks down at Reid through his legs.
Aiello: He’s going for it! Could we see Dream Land?!
Doe leaps off with the backwards 450 splash, but Reid rolls out of the way and Joe Doe lands hard on the steel chair!
Bennett: Nobody hope you son-of-a-bitch!
Reid gets up to his feet, rolls Doe over, and grabs his arms. He begins driving his foot down into Doe’s chest with the Fuck You Stomp! Reid grabs ahold of Doe and locks him into the X’ed Out! Joe Doe tries to fight his way out of it, but after a little while he has no other choice but to tap out!
DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your winner via submission... Xavier Reid!Aiello: What a hard-fought battle by Joe Doe!
Carter: He had opportunities in this one to win, but he just couldn't finish Xavier Reid off.
Bennett: What a snoozefest!
Aiello: I disagree. That was a hell of a match! And we've got another great one coming at you! Darius takes on Bob!
Bennett: The battle of two first names! Good thing is that Darius is my guy and he's going to take it to Bob.
Carter: We will find out after we return from this commercial break!
Fade to a commercial break.
As the scene fades in, a man is seen tied up in a steel chair with his head slumped down to his chest. He slowly comes to, lifting his head up, revealing his mouth his gagged shut with a dirty rag. He begins looking around, his eyes bulging with a panicked gaze, trying to yell for help frantically. He suddenly stops and seems to be watching someone as they approach him from the side.
Darius: Listen, all you had to do was give me some screen time. Didn't you see what happened to the other guy last week? Yeesh! They should really start hiring some guys that can stand up for themselves, you know? It's like taking candy from a baby with you people. I say "I have something to say, turn the camera on", you say "No", I whoop your ass and make you do it anyway ... Now, just sit there and shut up, I have some things to say.
Darius clocks the man in the side of the head, rendering him unconscious, and then kicks the man out of the chair. Darius turns the chair around and sits in it, resting his arms on the back of it.
Darius: Hi everyone, it's me again. Long time no chat, am I right? Man oh man, it has been a WEEK! I'm still feeling that 'victory high' ... I mean, I guess none of you could even possibly understand the way I am feeling right now but let me tell you something; it feels great.
Not only did I win my match ... It was turned into one of my favorites, well a more tame version of one of my favorites; the steel cage. I'm sure Joe and Emma thought they were ready to face me in a standard triple threat match ... but they for sure were not ready for the cage. I applaud their efforts though ... My fat lip went away just a few days ago. Hey, it was one hell of a super kick, I gotta' give the kid credit there!
Darius sarcastically golf claps over the chair, then runs his hands through his hair for a bit before moving them down to his face, rubbing it roughly and mumbling something under his breath. He slowly pulls his hands way from his face, his eyes focused straight into the camera.
Darius: But all of that is said and done now. It's time to bring it to the present, its time to bring "The Hyped Up Hipster" into the fold. I get it, Bob. The fans love you, they love how you pander to them, make them feel like you care about them.
All of that will just make it that much more enjoyable for me. I can not wait to see the looks on their faces as you lay on the mat, eyes glazed over, off in your own wonderland after I put you down. You see, our wonderful general manager has, once again, placed me in a match that I favor. Unfortunately for you, this may be a serious handicap.
Darius grins widely, standing up from the chair, folding it up, then holding it up, slowly inspecting it all over.
Darius: Last. Man. Standing.
Have you ever been involved in one of these matches? Have you ever been beaten so badly that you are physically unable to stand? Hell, maybe even mentally unable to stand ... Your brain just knows that you can't take anymore, so it tells your body to stay down, tells it to just give up. I don't think you have, not at my level. I enjoy inflicting pain, I enjoy enduring pain. Can you say the same?
This isn't FSW. This isn't some no name indie show in a high school gym. This is Monday Night Brawl and I'm making a name for myself here. I put both Joe Doe and Emma Louise in their place last week. I used them as stepping stones to further myself forward in this company. You are that next stepping stone, Bob. I was tame last week but tonight ... Oh tonight, you will get a taste of the extreme.
I should be facing actual competition ... Not up and comers. I may need to teach you a lesson tonight for thinking you can step up to me. Maybe I'll crack you in the back with a kendo stick, maybe I'll cave your skull in with a sledgehammer, or maybe ... Just maybe, I'll put you through a flaming table. I know who you are, Bob. I know "hardcore" isn't your style ... So I'm going to make sure this will be the most hardcore match of your life.
Darius looks down at the downed crew member, then looks to the chair. He then raises the chair up and slams the chair down onto the mans back multiple times before tossing it off to the side. He lets out a loud sigh before continuing.
Darius: This ... This is all kind of disappointing to me. I came here thinking there would be more of a challenge. A risk that I could be put back on the shelf ... Yet for the second week in a row, I'm paired with someone of a lower caliber. Maybe I'm not expressing myself enough, maybe I need to start kicking doors down.
Maybe after tonight ... I should start targeting bigger game. Who knows? Only time will tell.
Darius grins smugly at the camera, kicks the man in the ribs, and then slowly exits the room as the camera fades to black.
LAST MAN STANDING
DARIUS
VS BOB
VS BOB
Aiello: What a match from Xavier and Bob, now let's see if these two can keep up the intensity!
Bennett: This is Darius we are talking about, of course he can!
Carter: For once, I agree with you. Let's get this show rolling!
Stroup: The following match is a Last Man Standing match! Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 212 lbs ... BOB!
As "Ole" by Bouncing Souls hits, the fans begin to sing along. Bob steps out onto the rampway and holds his arms straight out. He stops to high five a few hands and speak to some kids while making his way to the ring.
Aiello: I hope Bob has done his homework. It is known that he isn't one for hardcore and that may just be what he gets tonight.
Bennett: I really hope he hasn't! I'd love to see his reaction once Darius whips out some crazy stunt like the psycho son of a bitch he is!
Carter: Well we will find out in just a moment, gentlemen. Let's hope things don't go too far ...
The lights start flashing red and white as a distorted voice & instrumentals start to play from the sound system. Right as the opening chords begin, the lights go dark …
Stroup: And his opponent, making his way to the stage, from Albany, New York, weighing in at 245 lbs ... Darius!
Loud pyro with white flames shoot from the stage ...
“Collapse, collapse!”
Darius sprints out onto the stage wearing a long, black trench coat over his gear & a black beanie to keep his hair back. He jogs to each side of the stage, taunting the crowd with rude gestures & faces, & then sprints down the ramp towards the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope then jumping to his feet with his arms held high in the air, rocking the devil horns.
Bennett: Awh man! He didn't bring his bat!
Aiello: I wouldn't go jumping to conclusions so soon ... This guy is unpredictable.
Carter: Speaking of unpredictable ...
As the referee goes to ring the bell, Darius tells him to wait. Bob looks on in confusion as Darius whispers something into the referee's ear. The referee takes a step back and lets Darius approach Bob. Darius says a few things to Bob, then extends a hand out to him. Bob stares at the hand reluctantly, causing Darius to demand a hand shake. Bob then takes Darius' hand, his curious look turning into a smile, and the two men shake before taking their corners. The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
The two men approach the center of the ring, ready to lock up, but then Darius swiftly brings his foot up between Bob's legs, kicking him straight in the groin! Darius is heard shouting insults and mocking Bob as he collapses to the ground holding the afflicted area.
Aiello: A low blow by Darius and it is completely legal ... but it doesn't make it any better.
Carter: You've got that right. I almost believed that Darius was going to have a clean match with Bob here tonight but it seems that the handshake was nothing but a ploy to give Bob a false sense of security.
Bennett: Oh would you two grow a set! This is a very serious match and you've gotta' do whatever it takes to win! If that som' bitch can't take a simple kick to the nuts, then he isn't fit for this industry!
Darius doubles over with a hideous laughter, pointing at Bob as he coughs and lays on the mat. Darius then drops down onto his back and rolls out of the ring to the outside. He lifts up the apron and starts to search under the ring as the referee begins the count ...
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He tosses a steel chair, a kendo stick, a plastic wet floor sign, and a tool box into the ring. Before Darius gets back into the ring, Bob has already started to pull himself up with the ropes, watching as these various objects sail into the ring. Darius slides back under the rope and sees Bob looking through all of the various objects.
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Darius then stands to his feet and pushes the steel chair over to Bob, and then takes the kendo stick into his own hands. Darius whirls the stick around, egging Bob on to take the chair. Bob grabs the chair in his hands then stands to his feet.
Aiello: I think we're about to see a duel!
Bennett: My money is still on the psychopath.
Darius charges at Bob with the kendo stick and swings low, but Bob side steps Darius, and then swings the chair hard at Darius' back, the impact echoing throughout the arena. Darius stumbles and falls onto the ropes, dropping the stick in the process, and hangs there for a moment.
Bob sees the moment and takes advantage; he starts to swing the chair down onto Darius' back over and over again, eventually leaving a massive welt on Darius' back. Bob tosses the chair to the side as Darius starts to stand tall, holding himself up with the ropes, but then Bob jumps up and connects with a Pele kick to the side of Darius' head, dropping him down to the mat almost instantly!
As Darius crumples down to the mat, Bob looks down at him, shrugs, then connects with a standing moonsault onto Darius! Bob backs away with a wide smile and asks the referee to start the count.
Bennett: What the hell is happening right now?
Aiello: I'll tell you what is happening; Bob is beating Darius at his own game!
Carter: I think you're right; Darius brought in the tools and Bob put them to good use!
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Darius starts to stir, pulling himself up onto his knees.
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Darius then grabs the middle rope and starts to pull himself up. As he is doing this, Bob picks up the wet floor sign and looks at it with a very confused look.
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Darius manages to pull himself to his feet before the eight count, then falls back into the corner, telling Bob to bring it. Bob sees the gesture and proceeds to approach Darius with the sign in his hands. Bob swings down hard towards Darius' head with the sign, but Darius pulls himself out of the way and quickly scoops up the tool box.
Bob spins around to continue his assault but is quickly greeted by a tool box smashing him in the side of the head! Bob falls back into the ropes and gets tied up into them, which causes Darius to break out into a wide grin. He tosses the tool box off to the side and picks up the sign from the ground. Darius squares up Bob's head and then swings the sign at his skull, shattering the sign into many pieces of broken plastic. Darius shrugs, tosses the scrap to the side, and then drop kicks Bob, sending him out of the ring.
Aiello: Well that sure was ... creative?
Carter: Have we ever seen a wet floor sign be used as an efficient weapon before? I think that may have actually rung a few bells in Bob's head.
Darius rolls to the outside with Bob, helps him to his feet, and drags him over to the steel steps. Darius starts to bash Bob's head off from the steps, but after a few impacts, Bob puts his hands down, stopping the attack, and then drives his elbow into the gut of Darius.
As Darius doubles over, Bob steps up off from the steps and nails Darius with a stiff enziguri, but Darius doesn't go down. Bob sees the chair on the ground next to the both of them. Bob takes a few steps back until he reaches the barricade, then runs at Darius, leaping from the steps, and attempts a tornado DDT onto Darius, but Darius catches Bob midair and proceeds to slam Bob onto the steps with a spinebuster!
The referee begins the count but Darius cuts him off, saying he isn't done with him yet. Darius then lifts the apron up and pulls a table from under the ring. The referee still begins to count however.
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Darius looks up at the referee with disgust, then begins to set up the table between the ring and the barricade.
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Bob manages to sit up onto the steps and then slowly pulls himself to his feet with Darius' back turned to him. As Darius finishes setting up the table, Bob leaps up onto the barricade, runs at Darius, and launches himself at Darius, connecting with a senton, knocking both men down to the floor!
Carter: These two won't stay down, especially Bob!
Bennett: If he knew what was good for him, he would just give up now. Flippy action isn't going to stop you from going through a table!
Bob leaps back up to his feet and takes Darius into his hands, hoisting him up and resting him against the table. Bob lands a few stiff shots onto Darius, then places him onto the table. Bob then rolls into the ring, scales the turnbuckle, and stands tall before launching himself from the top with the Double Bobsault ... but Darius rolls out of the way, making Bob crash through the table by himself!
Darius scurries back and picks himself up with the apron, laughing and winking at Bob as he lays motionless in the rubble. Darius then takes off the top steel step and tosses it to the side to reveal his bat and a burlap sack underneath.
Bennett: THERE IT IS! HAHA! GET THAT SON OF A BITCH!
Aiello: Oh this is not going to be a pretty sight ... Bob is already down, just let the referee count, Darius!
Carter: I think he has something else in mind ...
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Bob starts to come to, looking at his hands and the broken table around him. Meanwhile in the ring, Darius is looking through the burlap sack with a smile.
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Bob struggles to his feet, holding onto the barricade for support. He limps over to the apron and sees Darius distracted by the sack, so he rolls under the ropes, then pulls himself up with the turnbuckle.
Darius turns to see Bob standing once again, so he starts to swing the sack around in his hand wildly. Darius swings the sack at Bob's head but Bob ducks out of the way, hits the ropes, and flies at Darius, connecting with a European Uppercut. Darius drops the sack and stumbles back, holding his jaw.
Bob opens the sack and gets a very confused look across his face. He dumps the contents of the sack onto the mat ...
Aiello: Is ... Is that sand?
Bennett: The hell is he gonna do with sand?
Carter: We're about to find out ...
As Bob kicks the sand around, trying to see if it has any purpose, Darius comes into the frame from out of no where, striking Bob in the gut with his bat, causing Bob to double over. As Bob clutches his midsection, Darius leaps up and plants Bob's face down into the sand with a sickening curb stomp! Bob rolls around in the ring, rubbing at his eyes trying to get the sand out!
Darius props himself in the corner, watching as Bob struggles to his feet, blinded by the sand. Once Bob is to his feet, Darius propels himself forward and connects with The Hunter's Mark, spearing Bob to the mat in the center of the ring! Darius stands back up to his feet, wiping the sand from his body as Bob lay on the ground, trying to ease the pain in his eyes and now his abdomen as well. The referee picks up the count.
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DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your winner and the last man standing ... Darius!
Aiello: What a match! Bob put on some serious offense here tonight!
Carter: That he did, it almost seemed that he had Darius beat at the start ... but I think the fall through the table and the spear may have done some internal damage to Bob.
Bennett: You must be joking, it was all part of the plan! Darius was never in danger. He is a tough son of a bitch! Bob on the other hand ... He'll be fine!
We move to a commercial break.
Mike McGuire and John Bishop Church, EWC Tag Team Champions, stand in front of a wooden desk in a makeshift office of the Wells Fargo Center. They are mid conversation with a seated figure. Fiery red hair reveals just who.
McGuire: Y’know, if there’s one thing you oughta know about NSFW by now it’s that we are fighting champions. Hypotheticals are no fun- if there’s a title opportunity in the mix, why not just have it right here and now?
Bishop nods.
Bishop: I respect the notion of shaking things up but we’re ready now. And our opponents? They claim this division is theirs. Let’s see them prove it.
The camera pans around to Jon Spartan, the new assistant GM, and he has a twist of a smirk as he looks over the tag champions. Jon smacks his desks and jumps up smiling. Pointing at the tag team champs.
Spartan: YES! Now, that's what I like to hear! You're the best damn tag team in the business and you enjoy proving that. I respect the hell out of both of you for that! You prefer handling things in that ring, rather than with words and that's what I love.
Spartan excited, brushes his beard as if he is thinking.
Spartan: Now as of now, and pardon my pun, there's too much red tape to change up championship matches. But going forward, if these big fellas aren't your next challengers - I'll do you one even better. Starting next Brawl, I'll give you the opportunity to prove it each week you're booked as a tag team. When the world sees NSFW on the card, they will see those Tag Team Championships on the line! Tag team wrestling is something I have always been a fan of and it's time these championships become even more prestigious. You want the challengers? You've got it!
The two look at each other, nodding.
McGuire: Deal!
TAG MATCH
If Völsung Death Squad win they become #1 contenders to THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS!
NSFW
VS Völsung Death Squad
VS Völsung Death Squad
Aiello: Welcome back to Brawl! Been a wild tonight so far. We’ve still got a main event where a contract for an International title shot up and our Undisputed Champion in action but before that the Volsung Death Squad enters the proving grounds!
Bennett: Stephen Kingston is a smart fella. Maybe he’s instructed those two behemoths on how to finally destroy NSFW.
Carter: They live rent free inside your head.
Bennett: I never think about them.
Carter: The trunk of your car says otherwise.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. If the Volsung Death Squad defeats NSFW, they will be granted a future TAG TEAM TITLE SHOT!
The tag team representing the Present Day Greats is already in the ring. Their stoic expressions and impressive size put the audience in awe.
Stroup: First, in the ring, at a combined weight of 592 pounds - they are “The Executioner” Tim Lovecraft and “The Raging” Bull Masterson! Völsung Death Squad!
Aiello: Sarah Roberts captured the TV Title at WrestleFest but these two giants would love to seize the tag team division in their grips. Here’s their chance.
Disturbed's cover of Land of Confusion begins to play and the house lights flash along with the beat of the song.
Mike McGuire and Bishop Church step out onto the stage. Mike points out for Bishop various fan signs for them. Side by side, they make their way down to the ring.
Announcer: Now on their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 400 pounds, the EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, Mike McGuire and Bishop Church, N ...S ...F ...W!
Mike is in the ring bouncing back and forth to either side of the ring multiple times before John finally climbs up the ring steps. They meet in the middle of the ring and look to the crowd. With Bishop two steps behind, they both pose by standing on the second rope each with a title raised in the air.
Aiello: Last week, with Mike McGuire still on the shelf, Bishop Church ran out of time in his match versus Undisputed Champion Dominic Sanders. But tonight, Mike has a clean bill of health and NSFW is back in action for the first time in 2019!
Bennett: I wish she had got her hand amputated.
Carter: Rent. Free.
Aiello: And their first opponents are two of the baddest men to step foot in EWC. Currently they’re wreaking havoc in FSW but tonight they come to Brawl to take on the champs.
DING DING DING
Church and Bull start this bout. Bull shoves Bishop. The more reserved member of NSFW just raises his hands up as if he is ready to lock up. Bull has different plans. With a running start, he bounces off the ropes and charges into Church with a shoulder tackle. Church holds his ground. Bull chuckles at that.
Masterson: Try me.
Church obliges with a shoulder tackle of his own but can’t get the big man off his feet.
Masterson: My turn.
He stomps his feet, bounces back and forth on the ropes before coming right at Bishop - knowing full well that he is going run through the tag champion. Bishop probably knew as he sidestepped Bull and drop toe holds him throat first into the second rope.
Church tags in Mike to a huge pop.
Bennett: Don’t cheer for her! She smells.
Carter: RENT. FREE.
Aiello: Bishop Church realized that there was no worth in trying to outpower Bull Masterson or Tim Lovecraft for that matter.
Mike runs along the apron and shotgun dropkicks Bull right into the side of his head. He falls backwards back into the ring. Mike goes to the top rope and quickly dives off for her signature Race Drive!
Aiello: Mike doesn’t mess around and hits that diving headbutt!
She slings an arm over Bull.
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She rolls off Bull and kicks at him to get to his feet. He does so and shoves her away but Mike is tenacious. She fires back with a forearm to the skull and then goes for the Rubbernecker but with a roar, Bull shoulders her into the turnbuckle corner of the VDS. Bull gets Lovecraft into the match. Tim clubs Mike over the back and gutwrenches her into the air. He drops to his knee and jars her back onto his shoulder and drops her to the mat like a sack of potatoes.
Quick team action as Tim tags back in Bull.
They’re looking for a double team.
Aiello: These two mountains of men have nearly a decade of experience and the diversity of the devastating tag team maneuvers.
Bennett: Drop her on her fucking head!
Carter: How much do you like her?
VDS looks for a double chokeslam but Mike kicks at Bull’s knee and then jabs an elbow suspiciously close into Tim’s throat. She shoves him out through the second and third ropes only to be grabbed from behind by Tim. He goes for a German suplex but much to his surprise, and possibly Mike’s, she flips out of and lands on her feet. She falls backwards into the NSFW corner and Church tags in. He ducks a lariat from Bull and spins him around and belly to belly suplexes him!
Tim is about to get back in the ring but gets propelled back off when Mike blasts him with Knocked For Six! Bull is on his hands and knees and that is when Church capitalizes with the running knee! He shoots a half and covers Masterson!
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DING DING DING
Stroup: The winners of this match via pinfall, Mike McGuire and Bishop Church, NSFW!
NSFW claims their tag titles from the referees and raise them in the air to celebrate their victory in quick order.
Aiello: The viking duo did not have a good go against the tag champs tonight but that’s the nature of the business.
Bennett: Whatever. Fuck them.
Carter: That’s new. Both of them now?
Aiello: NSFW thwarts the plans of potential challengers but you heard Jon Spartan, next Brawl, the tag titles are on the line! But that’s next time … we still have more amazing action up after these commercials!
We move to a commercial break.
SUBMISSION MATCH
[NON-TITLE]
Dominic Sanders
VS Hope Diamond
VS Hope Diamond
Aiello: Tonight has been a wild ride and there are no signs of stopping yet! Up next we have a real classic in the making; Hope Diamond going one on one with the EWC Undisputed Champion, Dominic Sanders, in a submission match!
Bennett: I can't wait to see the champ break Hope in half with the Texas Bluebonnet! Hope Diamond has no clue about what she is about to endure!
Carter: Now be fair, Hope could easily turn the tides with the Curse of the Diamond. Even the strongest competitor can't handle their throat being crushed for too long.
Aiello: Both of these individuals had amazing matches last week and both came out on top, I'm sure we will see this momentum play a big part in tonight's match up!
The intro of “Being Evil Has a Price” blasts out of the sound system. As the word “EVIL” appears in big sparkling letters on the titantron Hope appears on the top of the ramp and raises her arms to greet the booing fans with double rock horns. She mocks the fans reactions by placing her raised index fingers left and right of her temples, mimicking devils horns.
Stroup: The following contest is a submission match! Introducing first, at 5'10" and 160 lbs, from Los Angeles, California; she is 'Miss Fortune' HOPE DIAMOND!
Bursting into laughter Hope struts down the aisle. She's in no particular hurry and takes her time to insult individual fans as she mocks their appearance, clothing or behavior. By the time she has climbed the stairs and turned around to lean into the turnbuckle Hope has usually made out one fan who is particular vocal and obvious in his dislike of Hope. She points out that fan and challenges him to come and have a match with her. Smirking in satisfaction to have silenced the loudmouth Hope steps through the robes and makes a show out of rolling her shoulders and cranking her neck to get ready for the upcoming match.
Bennett: You know, I was behind her last week during her match ... But I just can't go against Dominic!
Aiello: Calm down, your fan boy is peeking through.
Carter: Guys, focus up. The fire in her eyes can be seen from miles away! She is ready for a FIGHT!
The lights go out in the Wells Fargo Center. Purple lights cut on around the entrance ramp as "Drop the World" by Lil' Wayne begins playing.
"I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind"
Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The EWC Undisputed Championship hangs from his right hand. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stands at the top of the ramp. Both members of The Limit follow and flank him on either side as he stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the boos from the crowd.
"So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fucking head!"
Dominic beats his chest with his left fist and raises the Undisputed Championship in the air with a roar. The crowd boos even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he and The Limit walk down the ramp.
Stroup: And their opponent ... from Aledo, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... He is the EWC Undisputed Champion! DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!
Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the unadoring crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt, all while holding the Undisputed Championship high in the air. He grins and shakes his head as he moves over to the corner and waits.
Aiello: I've got goose bumps ... These two have been waiting to tear each other apart all week!
Carter: I'm with you on that one, this surely will be a spectacle to see!
Bennett: Alright, alright, enough! Make her tap, champ!!
DING DING DING
The match gets underway and both competitors converge with a collar and elbow lock up in the center of the ring. Sanders manages to get the upper-hand, forcing Diamond down to a knee before bringing his knee up under her chin with a loud pop. Sanders then grabs Diamond by the side of her head and under her arm, and tosses her towards one of the turnbuckles with brute strength.
Diamond quickly scrambles to her feet and leans back into the turnbuckle, catching her breath for a moment before Sanders sprints at her, lifting his boot high, attempting to kick her head off in the corner, but she manages to duck out of the way. Sanders' right foot catches the turnbuckle support hard, making him fall onto his back while clutching his right knee.
Diamond quickly dives down onto the injured leg of Sanders, driving stiff fist and elbow shots into the sides of the leg and knee. She then flips Sanders onto his back, grabs the right leg, and begins to pull back onto it, setting up a half Boston Crab onto Sanders!
Aiello: Hope Diamond is looking to finish things here quickly tonight!
Carter: Can you imagine what would happen if she made Dominic Sanders tap out tonight!? Especially this early on in the match!?
Bennett: Oh can it! Dominic is one tough son of a bitch! He can get out of this amateur maneuver!
Diamond starts to lower herself down closer to Sanders, but he manages to use his strength to kick her away from him with his free leg. He then grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself out of the ring, slowly spilling onto the arena floor below. Diamond throws her arms up in the air with annoyance, yelling at the referee to make Sanders get back into the ring. The referee bickers with Diamond for a moment before starting the count.
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2
3
Sanders pulls himself up with the barricade, shaking his right leg and seething through the pain. Diamond beckons and taunts him, motioning for the ring.
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5
Sanders takes his time walking around the ring while trying to walk off the damage done to his leg, goading Diamond to come to the outside to do something about it.
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At the count of eight, Sanders rolls back into the ring. Diamond attempts to go for the knee once more, but Sanders scoops her up and plants her with a quick spinebuster! Sanders rolls Diamond onto her stomach, takes hold of her legs, and then locks in a solid Boston crab, all while screaming "THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT!" at her.
Bennett: Yeah, get'er! Show her why you are who you are, champ!
Aiello: You have no self control, stop showing favoritism! Hope Diamond had the champ scurrying around on the outside for a while!
Carter: Yes she did but right now, she is in a tight spot and needs to find a way out of it ... and fast!
Sanders applies a copious amount of pressure to the legs and lower back of Diamond, wrenching back harder as each moment passes. Diamond manages to reach out, grabbing the bottom rope, forcing a rope break. Sanders just begins to apply more pressure to the hold instead of breaking it, forcing the referee to start the count.
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Sanders drops her legs right before five and holds his hands up in front of the referee, assuring him that he is no longer holding Diamond. Sanders then side steps the referee, reaches down and lifts Diamond to her feet and into the turnbuckle. He then takes hold of her arm and Irish whips her into the ropes and then catches her to set her up for a Samoan Drop …
But Diamond manages to get her leg around Sanders’ head, pulls his arm back, and locks in The Catherine Wheel!
Aiello: The Catherine Wheel! She's got that hold locked in tight and Dominic never saw it coming!
Bennett: That was actually very impressive on Hope Diamond's part ... Come on, girl! Get that son of a bitch to tap!
Carter: You turn on them quick, don't you?
Diamond pulls back on the arm hard, screaming “TAP! TAP, DOMINIC!” as his legs start to shake, but he manages to force himself back into the turnbuckle, slamming Diamond’s spine into it, forcing her to loosen the grin on the hold. Sanders then rushes forward and plants Diamond to the mat with the samoan drop!
Sanders rolls onto his front and stares down Diamond as she starts to bring herself to her feet. Sanders pulls himself up and takes hold of Diamond’s throat, picking her up to her feet as he stares her down. Diamond hits him with a stiff elbow to the side of the head, but he returns the favor via a headbutt, then hoists her up and slams her down to the mat with a vicious chokeslam!
Diamond attempts to roll out of the ring but Sanders prevents it from happening by holding onto her legs. He then drives the point of his elbow into the small of her back multiple times, then lets half of her body hang over the apron, her hands just barely brushing the arena floor.
Dominic looks to the top turnbuckle and then scales it as Diamond lays motionless over the apron. He takes a deep breath in and then extends his arms outwards ...
Carter: I think we’re about to see the beginning of the end here, folks. I think we’re about to see -
Bennett: Hahaha! Titletown! Break her in half!
Aiello: This is extremely high risk! This could either work very much in his favor or very much against him!
Sanders then leaps from the top rope and connects with the Titletown, landing directly onto her back, folding Diamond in half over the apron! She starts to slide out of the ring but Sanders manages to shove her back into the ring before she falls. Sanders rolls into the ring after her and takes hold of her legs and flips her onto her stomach once again.
And then he twists the legs around and locks in the Texas Bluebonnet tight! Diamond starts to yell out in pain, scratching and clawing for the bottom rope but she is just out of reach. Sanders nearly sits onto her back, putting all of his strength into the cloverleaf, but Diamond shows no sign of giving up yet. Sanders grows frustrated and pulls back even harder on the hold, but then Diamond manages to reach the rope and grabs it tight..
Bennett: What in the world?! She was going to tap, how did she reach that rope!
Aiello: I have no clue but the champ does NOT look happy!
Sanders almost immediately releases the hold and then yanks Diamond away from the bottom rope. He deadlifts her up from the mat and then just as quickly slams her back down to the mat with a sickening powerslam! He then goes for the legs once more and locks in the Texas Bluebonnet, but this time in the dead center of the ring!
Sanders keeps the hold locked in for nearly two minutes before Diamond slowly starts to fade away from the pain, her eyes begin to glaze over. The referee checks with her to see if she will quit, but she is hesitant to do so …
But after a few more moments, she uses the last of her strength to tap out in the center of the ring. The referee calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Stroup: The winner of this match, the EWC Undisputed Champion ... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEEERS!
Bennett: I knew he would win it! The champ stands tall over the fallen! I called it from the get-go!
Aiello: He may have won but it surely wasn't an easy victory! Hope Diamond had him on his toes the entire time!
Carter: And there is no telling how much lasting damage she may have done! She fought a great fight here tonight!
We move to a commercial break.
We open up inside the office of Victor Price where he sits at his desk, just finishing a conversation on his cell.
He hangs up and there is a knock at the door, in walks Co-GM Jon Spartan.
Price: Yeah, I'm not busy, just come in.
Jon pays no attention to the smart remark and walks in. Jon looks excited holding a sheet of paper as he approaches the desk.
Price: What do you want Jon?
Spartan: Good news. I have some plans for the Undisputed championship and I wanted you to see.
Price noticeably looks annoyed and leans back in his chair.
Price: And?
Spartan: A tournament to be held, the winner becoming number one contender and faces Dominic Sanders for the Undisputed Championship at STRANGLEMANIA XIV! I've already came up with a list and set the brackets. Here, have a look.
Price rolling his eyes at Spartan as he slides the paper onto his desk. Price not taking his eyes off of Jon as he grabs the paper and lifts it into the air. It reads:
Rob Garcia
Xavier Reid
(Also for the X-Division Championship)
Emma Louise
Arsenal
Kendrick Kross
Darius
Griffin Hawkins
Lynx Boyd
Price looks angry and whips the paper back onto his desk.Xavier Reid
(Also for the X-Division Championship)
Emma Louise
Arsenal
Kendrick Kross
Darius
Griffin Hawkins
Lynx Boyd
Price: What the hell is this? None of these people aside from Rob Garcia deserve this, are you a fool? Get out of my office with this crap.
Jon Spartan laughs.
Spartan: None of them deserve this? Why is that?
Price: Griffin Hawkins, don't even get me started on him. You have nobodies like Lynx, Arsenal, Darius, all with little to no experience in the EWC. You have Kendrick Kross who can't hold on to a championship to save his life. Xavier Reid who wants everything given to him and just wines and then Emma Louise, what has she done?
Jon shakes his head.
Spartan: New or not, everybody deserves this opportunity. People like Griffin, he is at the top of his game, he looks damn near unstoppable. New guys come in, they see that and it motivates them. You have Emma Louise with an all new attitude, ready to snap some damn necks out there, she's bringing the fire! Guys like Darius and Xavier killing it in the X-Division each and every week. New, old, one match, or one hundred, it doesn't matter until you test these people and it's stuff like this that brings out the best in them and it's where we see what we truly have.
Victor Price shakes his head.
Price: Not happening, give the shot to Rob.
Jon Spartan laughs, rubs his beard and leans over the desk smirking.
Spartan: You are mistaken Victor, you think I came here to ask for permission. Oh no, I came to tell you what IS in fact going to happen whether you like it or not. Dominic is our champion, he and we deserve the best competition out there for that championship and that's what we are going to give them. So, this isn't a request.
Price looks angry, stands up pushing his chair aside and leaning over the desk as well, the two men stair each other down face to face.
Price: Just who in the hell do you think you're talking to?
Spartan: Victor Price. Not THE General Manager of Brawl, but CO-General Manager and if you have forgotten I have just as much right here as you do. By title, we are equals. This IS going to happen and if you want to disagree, we can settle it out in that ring and really make this official.
Victor stares angerly as he stands straight up. The intensity in the room grows and then, finally Price shakes his head, laughs and sits in his seat.
Price: Go ahead, move on with your little tournament.
Spartan smirks, nods his head, grabs his sheet and adjusts his suit as he walks off. as he gets to the door Price clears his throat.
Price: Oh and Jon, if your little view on things don't change, you will fail and when your little tourney fails it wont be a match with me you need to worry about. Because Jon, I will have your ass fired. And one more thing, if you ever speak to me like that again, we will be having a different conversation.
Jon smiles.
Spartan: I'm looking forward to that.
LADDER MATCH
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Iggy Swango
VS Kendrick Kross
#1 CONTENDER FOR THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Iggy Swango
VS Kendrick Kross
Aiello: Such an incredible show we have had so far! But now, it's time for tonight's Main Event!
Carter: Incredible is right and it's only getting better from here!
Bennett: How can it? Dominic already had his match.
'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: From Chelsea London, weighing at 215 Pounds....Kendrick KROSS!
Kendrick continues his way down the ramp slapping a few hands and with each cymbal strike the red lights brighten. As he reaches the end of the ramp he smiles and takes a left turn and walks up the steps, climbing in through the top and second ropes. He walks to the middle of the ring and looks out into the crowd before walking over to his corner and hopping up onto the turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.
Aiello: K2, he seems determined and focused to get himself back into his winning ways.
Carter: Yeah, he wants Griffin and his championship.
Bennett: Shut up! Do you idiots only speak the obvious?
“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.
Stroup: 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."
Aiello: And here she is, Iggy. She, just like Kendrick seems very focused.
Carter: She's down that she has to potentially hurt her friend, nobody looks forward to that.
Bennett: It's going to be good to see these two beat on one another, it's about damn time.
DING DING DING
Both Iggy and K2 walk to the center of the ring, Iggy extends her hand as does K2 to exchange their respects. They both step back and look up at the contract. They then begin circling one another, both with hands in the air. K2 is the first to pull away and throw a hard kick to the gut if Iggy which bends her over. K2 grabs her by the back, runs with her and tosses her hard shoulder first right into the ring corner, Iggy stays hung up on the ropes grabbing her shoulder for a second and then collapses to the outside of the ring. K2 wasting no time as Iggy begins climbing to her feet. K2 bounces off of the ropes, on the return he dives clean over the top rope with a suicide dive, but Iggy falls out of the way causing K2 to crash into the floor. Iggy back to her feet, K2 pushing himself up. Iggy runs at K2 and smashes him with a running knee to the face. Iggy lifts K2 to his feet, wraps up his neck and drops back with a DDT. Iggy walks around the ring, grabs one of the ladders and slides it into the ring as she slides in herself. She starts to set the ladder up.
Aiello: It's early to go for the briefcase right now, Kendrick Kross is already getting up.
Carter: Yeah, he's a tough cookie, Iggy knows it's going to take a lot more than that to put him away.
Bennett: God you sumbitches annoy me.
Once the ladder is set up, K2 is in the ring and runs at Iggy, Iggy turns and throws a lariat that K2 ducks, he jumps up onto the ladder, runs up a few steps and leaps off connecting with a cross body right onto Iggy. K2 leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a moonsault right onto the already downed Iggy. Grabbing at his stomach, K2 climbs to his feet and stumbles to the ladder. He begins climbing, looking up at the briefcase and climbing again. Once he is halfway up, Iggy is back to her feet. He takes a few more steps up and tries to reach the briefcase as Iggy runs to the rope, bounces off and jumps up dropkicking the ladder, causing the ladder with K2 to fall making K2 fall directly into the top rope and get flung backwards. Iggy runs over, jumps up and comes down with two knees to his chest. Iggy grabs K2 by the arm, lifts him to his feet and attempts to whip him into the corner, but she's reversed and K2 whips her and he runs at her, but Iggy throws her feet up square into K2's face, he spins around, she quickly jumps up onto the middle part of turnbuckle and leaps off hooking K2 by the back of the head and delivering a bulldog!
Aiello: Neither of them seem to be able to take control.
Carter: They know each other's move-sets, this won't be easy.
Bennett: Blah, blah, blah, you guys are so generic. I want to see some damn blood.
Iggy grabs K2 by the head, lifts him to his feet and delivers a vicious European uppercut that sends K2 back into the ropes and as he bounces off she attempts a spinning roundhouse kick, but K2 is able to catch the leg, kick out her other leg causing Iggy to drop to the ground, he turns and runs at the ropes, as he bounces off Iggy rolls over and K2 jumps her and continues to the other ropes, Iggy jumps up and begins to run after him. Once close enough K2 leaps up, springs off of the top rope and delivers a springboard moonsault on the incoming Iggy. K2 grabs ahold of the ladder, quickly sets it up and begins to climb.
Aiello: Iggy is down! Kendrick Kross might be able to secure a victory if he moves!
Carter: What an athletic superstar, did you see that moonsault?
Bennett: No I didn't see it, I'm only sitting right next to you watching the same damn match.
K2 finally reaches the top, he can reach up and grab the briefcase, but he didn't realize that Iggy was climbing up the ladder. K2 begins reaching up at the case to unlatch it, but once he touches it Iggy is high enough where she throws a punch connecting straight to K2's gut. Iggy climbs higher so they are both face to face and they begin throwing punches at one another. K2 begins getting the better of the strikes. He latches on Iggy's head and slams it down hard onto the ladder, busting up Iggy's nose. K2 then throws a hard elbow that nearly knocked Iggy off of the top. He throws another but Iggy was able to slip out of the way. K2 hits her stomach, K2 goes to grab Iggy by the head, but she springs up knocking K2 square in the jaw with the top of her head causing K2 to fall from the top of the ladder, but the impact and fall caused the ladder to tip and Iggy fell with it. K2 downed, grabbing at his jaw with blood coming from his mouth, Iggy smashes hard into the top rope and it throws her backwards into the mat, blood gushing from her nose. Both down and hurt.
Aiello: WOW! These two didn't lie, they are friends, but they are bringing it to one another!
Bennett: What exactly are they bringing? Because if it's a nice cold one, I could use one right about now.
Carter: They are both fighting with all they have, you'd never know these two were once good friends and stablemates.
They both begin to crawl. Showing no mind coming from their nose and mouth, they fight to get to their feet. Iggy on one side of the ring, K2 on the other, both reaching out grabbing the ropes and using that to pull themselves to their feet. Once up, they both hold on to the ropes and turn to look at one another. Both letting out a sigh, and then nodding their heads at one another in approval, they both push off of the ropes and run at one another. K2 attempts a lariat, Iggy ducks. They continue running, on the return Iggy attempts a big boot, K2 baseball slides under, latching on to Iggy's leg, swinging her to the ground and locking in a deep knee bar. K2 knows there are no submission victories in this match, but he begins to squeeze harder and harder, Iggy reaching and trying to crawl to something to help release the pain. K2 holding on for some time, but eventually Iggy is able to roll over, bring her other leg back and then kick K2 square in the mouth causing him to let go of the hold. Iggy rolls until she rolls out of the ring. She rolls onto her feet, bending over grabbing at the knee. K2 walks over to the ropes, grabs ahold of the top and springs himself up into the air and over the ropes straight onto Iggy with a cross body, both falling hard into the outside barricade. K2 back to his feet, he walks over to the ring, looks under the ring apron and pulls out a table. He sets it up on the outside of the ring. By this time, Iggy is inching her way to her feet, he walks around the table and attempts a superkick that is ducked by Iggy, Iggy throws an elbow connecting to the cheek of K2, she attempts another that K2 ducks, leaps up and connects with a pale kick dropping Iggy to the ground. K2 lifts Iggy up, lays her out on the table and slides into the ring. He jumps up onto the top turnbuckle and with no hesitation leaps off towards Iggy with a shooting star press and at the last moment Iggy rolls off of the table and K2 comes crashing down through it.
Aiello: This match is brutal!
Carter: K2 could have ended Iggy with that move!
Bennett: Could've, would've, should've, but didn't!
Eventually Iggy finds herself to her feet. She shakes out her knee that was hurt by K2's submission and she walks it off. K2 somehow, some way moving, and begins crawling to the barricade. Iggie shakes her head, runs at him and slides putting one foot up that smashes him right in the face knocking him to his back. Iggy, noticeably tired, growing exhausted with the grueling battle between two friends. She stands and leans against the barricade for a second to catch her breath, but K2 again begins moving. Iggy, smacks the barricade, walks over grabbing him by the head and begins lifting him to his feet and somehow K2 musters up a burst delivering a nasty Samoan drop onto Iggy. K2 crawls over to the ring, he reaches under the ring apron and slides out a cane. He stays knelt over, holding the cane with both hands looking down at it, he turns around to look at Iggy pushing herself back to her feet and then back to the cane. He puts one hands to his head as if he is thinking. He stands up with the cane. Iggy begins to stumble towards him, he shakes his head, then turns and swings the cane with all his might, but Iggy ducks, kicks him in his stomach, grabs ahold of him and delivers NON-ZERO POSSIBILITIES! But from exhaustion, she also falls to the ground beside K2.
Aiello: MY GOD! K2 hesitated with the cane for a second and paid for it!
Carter: If she could get up, she might have a chance!
Bennett: Rookie, she can't handle drinking last night and then fighting today. She should have this won by now.
Finally, she is able to use the ring to pull herself up to her feet. She slides inside and pulls herself to her feet. She stumbles over to the ladder and sets it up in the center of the ring. She wasted too much time recovering outside, because looking over K2 had pulled himself into the ring and is seated in the corner, not able to quite gather to get to his feet. Shocked, Iggy runs full speed, turns and delivers a running hip attack to K2 in the corner. She grabs him, lifts him to his feet. K2 dazed, she has an upsetting look on her face as if she is saying "sorry" and smashes her forehead into his face, grabs ahold of him and delivers a vicious ACROBATIC TENAMENT! This time Iggy gets back to her feet quicker. She stumbles to the ladder and begins to climb. Slowly she makes her way up the ladder, eventually reaching the top. She reaches up, grabs ahold of the briefcase and unlatches it.
DING DING DING
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and number one contender for the International Championship, IGGY SWANGO!
Aiello: My god, she did it! Both of these superstars gave it their absolute best and Iggy Swango was able to come out with a victory giving her a shot at Griffin!
Carter: What a phenomenal match up this was. Both showed toughness and resiliency, but Iggy was able to hold on!
Bennett: I'm just glad I saw some damn blood.
Iggy, exhausted holds the briefcase in the air. She sits on top of the ladder looking out to the roaring fans screaming for her and K2. She looks down at K2 and then Iggy begins to climb down the ladder. She helps him up to his feet and gives him a hug. K2 then grabs Iggy's hand and raises it into the air and then K2 begins clapping. Iggy continues to celebrate her victory.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: Bishop Church
MATCH TWO: Dominic Sanders
MATCH THREE: Dominic Sanders
MATCH FOUR: Darius
MATCH FIVE: Bishop Church
MATCH SIX: Darius
MAIN EVENT: MNB
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SEGMENTS
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Melon Club
Griffin Hawkins/Xavier Reid/Rob Garcia
Griffin Hawkins
Curtis Mars
Darius
NSFW/MNB
MNB
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH
Melon Club
VS Game Changers
WINNERS: Melon Club
MATCH
Kenneth Williams
VS Nathan Quinn
VS AOP aka Arsenal
WINNER: AOP aka Arsenal
MATCH
Joe Doe
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER: Xavier Reid
Bob
VS Darius
WINNER: Darius
MATCH
Völsung Death Squad
VS NSFW
WINNERS: NSFW
MATCH
Hope Diamond
VS Dominic Sanders
WINNER: Dominic Sanders
MAIN EVENT
Iggy Swango
VS Kendrick Kross
WINNER: Iggy Swango
BRAWL #527 MVP: NSFW
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