Post by MNB on May 6, 2019 20:56:37 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 #538 | MAY 6th 2019LIVE! from T-Mobile Arena Paradise, Nevada
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 #537 in The United Center.
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, Iggy Swango, Rob Garcia, Mario, Gannondorf, Dominic Sanders, Darius, The Family, Kendrick Kross, Curtis Mars, Yeshwa, Antoni Malietoa, Mondo, Damage, Stalker, Tom Frost, Stephanie Matsuda, Dolan M. Winguard, Hazel Overton, Cyrus Black.
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Curtis Mars with the X-Division Championship
Shock & Awe with the Tag Team Championships
Cyrus Black 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 T-Mobile Arena is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A wide aerial shot shows that T-Mobile Arena 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:
"DON'T WAKE THE DEMON!"
"PSYCHO IS MY DR."
"I LOVE YOU IGGY!"
"GABI VEE BE WITH ME!"
"DOMINIC SANDERS FOR PRESIDENT!"
and "ALWAYS BET ON BLACK!"
Aiello: Hello ladies and gentleman and welcome to Monday night brawl! We have such an amazing show scheduled for you tonight!
Carter: Antoni Malietoa on a hot streak taking on none other than Dominic Sanders. We have Iggy Swango, Gabi Vee, Xaiver Reid, Yeshwa, Tom Frost, Cyrus Black and so much more! It's going to be amazing tonight!
Bennett: You don't want to miss this tonight, especially Americas Most Hated, Dominic Sanders!
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‘like a prayer’ by Madonna blasts over the PA system as a loud cheer erupts throughout the crowd. Cyrus Black comes onto the stage with the International championship across his shoulder, he moves from one side of the stage to the other looking out towards the fans who are clapping along to his theme music.
Carter: Here comes the hometown hero Cyrus Black! Listen to this crowd, he’s one of their own!
Bennett: I wish he would hurry up and get to the ring! Pandering to these fans. We’ve got a show to get on with! Look at his big grin... it annoys me.
Cyrus smiles and bows before making his way down the ramp, along the way he high fives and fist bumps the fans before rolling into the ring and climbing up all four turnbuckles, looking out over the sea of fans as they chant his name. Cyrus grabs a mic and waits till the noise dies down before he speaks.
Carter: What up Nevada... I’m home babbbbbyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!
The fans go wild again as they chant Cyrus’s name and then ‘welcome home’.
Carter: Not only am I finally back in Nevada... but I’m back with the biggest wrestling promotion in the world! And I’m back with a championship over my shoulder.
Cyrus raises the International championship high over his head with one hand as he smiles.
Cyrus: Make no mistake the EWC is the pinnacle of the wrestling world, so for me to be able to find my way back here and in the space of a couple of months make my stranglemania debut in Tokoyo, win the International championship, beat the Undisputed champion then headline the Thunder show in Sydney and beat the Indy Champion... this has been the best few months of my life... but the hard work starts now.
Cyrus runs a hand through his hair as he pauses for a moment, his demeanor becoming more serious.
Cyrus: I know I’ve got my doubters. The EWC is shark tank, and it’s filled with some of the biggest players in the game today. Players like Ace King who has held the United States championship for I believe around about five hundred and fifty days... that is an astonishing achievement and this makes him one of the best... then theres Dominic Sanders, personal opinions aside, the Undisputed champion has been at the top for a long time now and even though this’ll inflate his ego some more the fact is he’s one of the best... Draco Lazarus, Killjoy Ito, Xavier Reid, Stitches, Candy, Curtis Mars, Iggy Swango, that cute girl who likes hashtags Gabi Vee, the big cuddly Samoan brute Antoni Malietoa, Scorpio and Georgie Nickles, Hush, Annabelle, Luke Wolfe... my guy Tom Frost who i’ll be fighting tonight... I could go on all night but there’s too many names to mention... the point is that the EWC isn’t for the weak. The talent pool is stacked, every single man and women is looking to knock you off your perch and take your spot. If you doubt yourself around here, if you pause for a second to breath then you’ll either drown or a bigger shark will come along and take a big chunk out of you... Winning this championship was amazing but I’m not stupid, things are only going to get tougher... the more wins I rack up the bigger the fish I become the bigger the target I become... so I don’t intend on standing still. I intend on bringing the fight to every single person on the EWC roster who steps in my way... by the time this year is out the the entire wrestling world will know who i am and what I’m all about.. cause I ain’t going anywhere, not this time...”
Cyrus: To all of you who support and love me, thank you for not giving up on me. And to every man and women on the EWC roster I’ve just got one thing to say... bring it.
Cyrus drops the mic on the floor and exits the ring, as he greets the fans the scene cuts to a commercial.
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Frank Lowe
VS Damage
VS Stalker
VS Damage
VS Stalker
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we've got some triple threat action to sate your appetite.
Carter: That's right, Joe, and one of the three competitors is actually making his EWC debut tonight, and that man is Frank Lowe!
Bennett: Newbies come and go. If he can win this match tonight, I might consider giving a damn. In the meantime he's a nobody, and that's all I've got to say about that.
Carter: What's interesting here, if I'm reading it right, is that Frank Lowe shares something in common with Damage: they both come from Detroit. There's a fun fact for you all.
Stroup: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 256 pounds... HANGER... FRANK LOWE!
"Big Balls" by AC/DC plays and EWC newcomer Frank Lowe makes his way to the ring with his wife and valet, Lacey, accompanying him.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Salisbury, Maryland, weighing in at 328 pounds... the DARK KNIGHT... STALKER!
"Rest in Peace" by Jim Johnston plays and Stalker, heading down to the ring, is greeted to a respectable round of applause from the fans. He gets in the ring and his music fades in time for the next arrival.
As the ?DAMAGE? by The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion hits all lights go flickering like its lightning in different colors till the folloing lyrics,
Lyrics:
Get out yer calculator, slide rule
No matter which way you fold or bend; turn
Well, you never gonna top us
You never gonna beat us...
Can ya dig my band?
Damage makes his way when the guiter plays. He is seen wearing black tank tops with words "DAMAGE" printed below his chest on the tank tops along with the long black leather pants and a black leather sleeveless jacket over his tank top with the black coolers for his eyes. He walks slowly down the ramp as the lyrics goes,
Lyrics:
?Ungh!
Come on! (The Blues Explosion)
Damage! (Git down...)
What it isn't?
Damage!
That's right! (The Blues Explosion)
Takin' orders from a higher power...
Ladies & gentlemen, I got that bad feelin'
But right now, owoooh...
We gonna feel so good...
Please'ah, please'ah, a'feel good; and break it down!
Ungh!
Damage! (Git down...)
At's right!
At's right, 'cuz we're so good lookin'!
Damage!
?
Damage doesn?t shakes the viewer?s hands who tries to reach their hands towards him. He is focused. He climbs up the steps and looks the people around the arena as he walks to the center of the apron, he slowly turns his attention to the center of the ring as he presses the top rope down and gets inside the ring by stepping over the rope. He walks to the center of the ring.
Stroup: And their opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 326 pounds... THE UNTAMED DEMON... DAMAGE!
Lyrics:
"C'mon... (The Blues Explosion)
Damage!
Get out da way!
With yer elegant 2...
Damage!
C'mon Detroit, 'cuz the blues is still #1, now!
Damage!
Damage!
Damage!
Damage!
Damage!
Damage!
Damage!"
Damage raises his both hands as the pyros goes out from all four turnbuckles.
DING DING DING
All three men size each other up, pacing around the ring in search of a chink in their opponent's armor. Stalker makes the first move on Damage, connecting with a Legsweep. Frank Lowe joins Stalker in kicking and stomping the ever-loving daylight out of Damage, but Damage, inch by inch, forces them off him and brings himself back to his feet. Stalker goes for a Headbutt on Damage, but Damage nails him with a Throat Thrust. Lowe, pretending like he hadn't just teamed up with Stalker, tries to earn favor--or maybe he's just playing all the angles--with Damage by clubbing Stalker from behind. Damage grabs Lowe and spins him around, and goes for a Clothesline, which Lowe ducks beneath. Lowe runs off the ropes just as Damage gets a boot up and floors Frank with his own momentum. Frank rolls out of the ring as Damage and Stalker lock up. Damage sends Stalker into the ropes, but Stalker ducks beneath a Clothesline from Damage, and holds on to the rope. Damage lunges forward just as Stalker hoists him up and slams him down with a Running Powerslam. As Damage gets back to his feet he is met with a Suplex from Stalker. Stalker moves quickly to set Damage up for a Powerbomb, but Damage flips him over his head. Damage glares down at Stalker, who has had the breath knocked out of him, as Frank Lowe sneaks in from behind Damage and connects with a vicious low-blow! Damage goes down, cupping his family jewels and agonizing in pain. Frank covers Damage, but the latter kicks out at two.
Aiello: He sensed an opportunity there, and he took it. No disqualifications means everything's legal. I don't encourage this kind of tactic, but Lowe seems like the kind of man that would take whatever steps he has to take in order to make a strong first impression.
Bennett: I might actually start to like the son of a bitch.
Carter: Anything's possible when there are no rules. But seriously? Attacking a man's junk is uncalled for.
Stalker and Lowe lock horns as Damage rolls out of the ring. Stalker whips Lowe into the ropes, but Lowe dodges an attack. He runs at Stalker and takes him down with a Flying Crossbody. Damage, now back to his feet at ringside, doesn't see Lowe throwing himself at Damage with a Suicide Dive that the fans give a pop for. Lowe quickly gets back into the ring, but Stalker's prepared for him. Stalker delivers a couple stiff chops to Lowe's abdomen, following up with a Headbutt and finishing with a Body Slam that could be felt for miles. Stalker hooks a leg for a two count. Knowing it's going to take more than that to keep Frank down, he grabs his arm and leads him toward the corner. Stalker takes Lowe down with a Walk of Faith. He hooks the leg again, but Damage pulls him out of the ring by his boot. A few hard right hands and Stalker goes down. Damage rolls into the ring, but as he stands up he gets taken back down with a Lou Thesz Press from Lowe, who then delivers a flurry of punches upside Damage's head. Lowe grabs Damages legs and connects with the Lowe Blow! But he's not done yet! Lowe has Damage set up for the Lowe Hanger, and if he's successful in giving it, this match could be over! But Stalker gets up and runs giving a BIG BOOT to the face of Lowe causing him to drop to the ground and Damage drops. Stalker walks over and attempts to bend down and pick Lowe up, but Damage turns him around and connects with a hard uppercut and is followed up with a lariat that sends Stalker over the top rope. Damage walks over and delivers HIGHWAY TO HELL onto Lowe and covers.
ONE!...
TWO!...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... DAMAGE!
Aiello: WHAT A VICOTRY!
Bennett: You better believe it, The Untamed Demon is letting loose finally!
Carter: Looking forward to what's next for him.
We move to a commercial break.
Aiello: We've got quite the night in store for you all. We have...
The lights go out in the T-Mobile Arena. 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. 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 walks down the ramp.
Aiello: Well, it appears we are going to be joined by the Undisputed Champion.
Bennett: You mean graced by his presence!
Carter: We know that he will take on Antoni Malietoa later tonight, but I wonder what he has in store for us right now.
Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the 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 ropes and grabs a microphone from Jessica Stroup.
Sanders: Thank y'all for that warm Las Vegas reaction.
The crowd boos even louder as Sanders smirks and throws the Undisputed Championship up onto his shoulder.
Sanders: I wouldn't expect anything less from you people. So let's get down to business, shall we? Why am I out here? Let's take a look up on that MacTron and we will see why I am out here.
The MacTron cuts to video from Rampage. Annabelle and Luke Wolfe are in the ring.
Annabelle: Because as the future unfolds ahead of us... deep down inside you already know. You know... that you are Luke's prophesied true hero!
Cut off from the crowd, they ERUPT in approval! Practically blowing the roof off the building!
Loydson: ACE KING??? is Luke's True Hero who he says will save the company from permanent darkness???
Annabelle: You've known it all along. You are the one who will lead the EWC into the next era... YOU are the one who will ultimately win this war, and YOU are the foreseen Undisputed Champion!
Cut off from the crowd, they ERUPT in approval! Practically blowing the roof off the building!
Loydson: ACE KING??? is Luke's True Hero who he says will save the company from permanent darkness???
Annabelle: You've known it all along. You are the one who will lead the EWC into the next era... YOU are the one who will ultimately win this war, and YOU are the foreseen Undisputed Champion!
The MacTron goes blank. The crowd cheers as Sanders paces the ring for a moment.
Sanders: Oh really, now?
Sanders chuckles as he looks down at the Undisputed Championship then back out into the crowd, who begins chanting for the local boy.
ACE!
ACE!
ACE!
ACE!
Sanders: Ah, so y'all DID hear what she had to say? Ace King is the 'foreseen Undisputed Champion' and will 'save the company from permanent darkness.' Well, I've got something to say about all of that. Now, I don't necessarily have a problem with Ace King. I actually kind of like the guy. And I respect him even more since he's one of the TWO people to pin me in the past FOURTEEN MONTHS. But, you see, the Wolfes decided that there is some type of 'war' going on. And they decided that Ace King is going to be a part of it. And if he IS, in fact, this so-called 'foreseen Undisputed Champion' then I suppose that means this 'war' would have no other choice but to involve Dominic Sanders.
Aiello: Is Dominic Sanders stepping into hell right now?!
Carter: It sure sounds like he is!
Bennett: It doesn't matter! Dominic Sanders is the Undisputed Champion! He can do whatever the hell he wants to!
Sanders: But I'm not necessarily out here to wage war on the Wolfes or Ace King or anybody over on that green brand. I just... have some issues with some of the things they are saying. To call the EWC 'dark' and say that we are living in a time of darkness... it offends me! Because this?
Sanders points down to the ring.
Sanders: THIS is MY ring. And it doesn't matter if the apron is decorated in red, green, orange, or blue... whichever brand that is an entity of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation... it is MY brand. I am the EWC Undisputed Champion. I will defend this territory against anyone who claims that this place is a land of darkness because I AM the light of this place. I have given this Undisputed Championship meaning! For the first time since Ashton Drake held this Championship in 2017, there is true stability at the top. We aren't living in fantasy Candyland and this isn't the fucking Candy Castle. This isn't a one-month long reign of a Southern Belle. And this damn sure isn't the den of a couple of hungry Wolfes who ONLY showed their faces on ONE show. I've come out on Brawl, gone to Rampage, traveled to see the Future Stars, and gone abroad with the Prime circuit and I've beaten damn near everybody who has stepped up to the plate. This isn't a dark world, by any means. No. THIS IS ALL DOMINIC SANDERS' TERRITORY AND IT WILL BE FOR A LONG TIME TO COME!
The crowd erupts in boos.
Sanders: So while Luke, Annabelle, Ace, Xavier, Bert and Ernie, Don King, Fraggle Rock, and anyone else over there on Rampage want to continue to argue about who is going to 'save' this place, you're all too fucking late because it has already been salvaged! I am the top dog here in the EWC and there isn't a damn thing that any of you are going to do to 'save' anything. Again, I respect Ace King but let's be honest... he has had his chances. Four times, to be exact. And he is oh-for-four like the Buffalo Bills. Perhaps if he wants to save the EWC, he has to worry more about saving himself first. Because if Ace King gets involved with the Wolfes, then he's going to find out that he is just as expendable to them as Xavier Reid was... and he will continue to live in their shadows... as well as MINE. You can bet on that.
Sanders drops the microphone and "Drop the World" begins playing again as the crowd boos him. Sanders exits the ring and heads towards the back.
Aiello: Very strong, defensive words from the Champion.
Bennett: Well, he's got a goddamn valid argument! These people want to save the EWC but there ain't nothin' wrong with it! Ever since Dominic Sanders has been the Champion, the EWC has been the absolute TOP wrestling promotion in the world. I don't blame him for coming out here and defending his territory!
X-DIVISION MATCH
Dr. Psycho
VS Magnificent Mondo
VS Magnificent Mondo
Aiello: We've got an X-Division match coming up next as Dr. Psycho and Magnificent Mondo are scheduled to face off in just a few moments.
Carter: Each man is a weapon onto himself, but when you throw actual weapons into the mix... This isn't going to be pretty.
Bennett: The X-Division is where some of the most violent, bloodiest matches take place. We'll never be disappointed when we get to see one of these.
The Lights in the Arena Darken as the beginning Guitar riff of "I Don't Wanna Stop" by Ozzy Osborne hits the speakers and the Mac Tron Plays the stage lights at the ramp flash and strobe in an eerie green color.
Stroup: The following X-Division match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 200 pounds... He is The Surgeon of the Squared Circle... DOCTOR PSYCHO!
As the song continues to play Dr.Psycho rises up from the Stage his back facing us from amid a fog and slowly turns around revealing his face from behind a plague doctor mask with top hat and cane wearing a black cape. he makes a slow march to the ring stepping over the ropes and sitting in a random corner and awaiting his opponent
Stroup: And his opponent, from the House at the Edge of the Park, weighing in at 342 pounds... MAGNIFICENT MONDO!
Dreamweaver by Crowbar hits and Magnificent Mondo comes slowing to the stage, spinning in circles to show himself off. He circles the ring, climbs to the apron, and enters over the top rope. As he enters the center of the squared a circle a spotlight shines down on him.
DING DING DING
Magnificent Mondo hits Dr. Psycho with a Running Big Boot right out of the gate. The doctor goes down. Mondo delivers a massive Elbow Drop, and then a Leg Drop, and he goes for a quick pin, but Psycho isn't even remotely close to giving up yet. Mondo attempts to take Psycho down with a series of stiff right hands, but Psycho still manages to get back on his feet. Psycho pushes Mondo back and Spears him into the turnbuckle, where he continues the assault with a show of punches. Psycho whips Mondo into the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring and charges at him with a Flying Spin Kick--most impressive coming from a man of his size. Psycho rolls out of the ring to grab a Kendo Stick, and as soon as he's back in the ring he goes to down on Mondo with several hard-hitting whacks to the Mondo's back and one swing right upside the head. Psycho covers Mondo for a two-count.
Aiello: Dr. Psycho just really laid into Mondo with that Kendo Stick. I thought for sure the match could've been over right there!
Bennett: When in doubt, hit him a few more times!
Carter: Mondo must really be feeling the pain here. I think I can already see bruises starting to form on his back.
Mondo and Dr. Psycho fight over control of the Kendo Stick. Psycho uses a Karate Chop to loosen Mondo's grasp, but Mondo kicks him in the abdomen sending him back and Mondo comes out of nowhere with a Jackhammer! Mondo hooks the leg, but Psycho kicks out just in the knick of time. Mondo looks for the Kendo Stick, but before he can grab it, Psycho grabs him from behind and connects with the Psycho Driver, Mondo's head connecting with the weapon. Psycho hooks the leg!
...1!
....... 2!
............ 3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... The Surgeon of the Squared Circle... DR. PSYCHO!
Aiello: Mondo came out of nowhere with that Jackhammer, but it wasn't enough to keep Dr. Psycho down.
Bennett: One enormous ass beats up another. Psycho was on the offensive for 99 percent of that match, and it paid off for him in the end.
Carter: A good showing here tonight by Dr. Psycho. Let's see what he can do with this boost to his momentum.
As Dr. Psycho celebrates his victory the way he knows how, our scene transitions to...
We move to a commercial break.
SINGLES MATCH
Hush
VS Gabrielle Visconty
VS Gabrielle Visconty
Aiello: Our next match up might be our sleeper hit of the night! The impressive newcomer Hush taking a superstar is looking for a shot at a championship belt... any championship belt... Gabrielle Visconty just wants some gold around her waist!
Carter: Gabi Vee is a former TV champion, she’s had a taste of success and wands more! Hush won’t be an easy opponent though. He’s one of the most exciting newcomers I’ve seen on Brawl for a long time.
Bennett: I wonder if they’re both blaming each other for not winning the ladder match last week, both had claims to capturing the briefcase but they both got in each other’s way.
Stroup: The following one on one match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first..fighting out of Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 192 bounds.... Huuuussshhhh!!!
From behind the speakers comes the chorus of Everything to Gain by Pappoose and the crowd scream in unison for the man without a voice. Onto the stage comes Hush, his demeanor as indifferent as usual. He stares into the top corners of the arena, takes the moment to appreciate it whilst nodding his head, a gesture of approval.
He descends down the ramp in a casual stride and taps the hands of a few outstretched arms.
The camera draws close to him as he reaches the ring area, and in one quick move, he reveals a yellow sticky note in his left hand and pastes it over the camera; it blocks the rest of the arena and reads. “Shut up and Wrestle"
Stroup: And his opponent, making her way down to the ring... residing from Honolulu, Hawaii... weighing in at 118 pounds... Gabrielle Visconty!!!
”Oh Lord” by In This Moment hits the sound system as Gabrielle Visconty slowly walks out from the back, stopping at the top of the ramp. She grins briefly out at the crowd as they great her with mixed reactions. She looks around a moment, a little humbled by her reception, before heading off towards the ring at a soft jog, slapping hands as she goes. She hops up on the ring apron and looks out over the crowd, offering a mischievous smile and wink, then springboards herself gracefully into the ring.
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds Hush And Gabi rush each other, Hush tries a clothesline but Gabi leap frogs over Hush. Hush bounces off the ropes and comes back at Gabi as she hits a springboard moonsault off the opposite ropes towards Hush. Hush reads the situation well, he dropkicks Gabi in mid air. As Gabi crashes to the mat in pain Hush flips over her, and rolls up her up for a pin. The ref counts...
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ONE
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TWO
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THR... Gabi kicks out!
Gabi rolls backwards and onto her feet, before Hush can get to his feet Gabi quickly hits him with a front face dropkick. Then as Hush lays on the mat Gabi hits a standing front flip moonsault onto Hush. Then Gabi pounces to her feet, she hits no hands cartwheel splash, as she lands on Hush this time reaches up and catches her out with a small package pin. The ref counts....
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ONE
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TWO
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TH...Gabi breaks out of the pin! Both competitors get to there feet again quickly, as Hush smiles and gestures to Gabi that he was ‘this close’ to beating her.
Aiello: Hush was indeed that close to picking up the win!
Hush whips Gabi off the ropes, she slides under the bottom rope to the outside. As she looks up Hush hits a suicide dive through the ropes right on top of her. Hush picks Gabi up and rolls her in the ring. Hush then climbs the top turnbuckle but as does Gabi is already on her feet, she bounces from the middle ring rope to the top rope and then she propels toward Hush, she wraps her legs around his head and pulls him off of the top turnbuckle for a top rope hurricanrana! The crowd are on there feet as they applaud the move. Gabi is quickly up again, with lighting pace she springs to the top turnbuckle and goes for a 450 splash, landing perfectly on top of Hush! As The ref counts the fans count along thinking it’s all over....
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Carter: Wow! Gabi pulling off some world class offensive high risk moves there but Hush somehow managed to kick out! The boy from Baltimore has the heart of a lion!
Gabi picks up Hush, she blows him a cheeky kiss and then she runs off the ropes and back at him. As Hush throws an arm at her, she slides under his legs and comes up behind him. Locking her arms around his waist, she tries to lift Hush but he catches her with an elbow forcing her to release her grip. Then Hush turns quickly and hits an enziguri on Gabi. Hush is now the one on the high risk offense as he leaps to the top turnbuckle and then launches himself off with a Swanson Bomb onto Gabi. Hush throws an arm over her as the ref counts....
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Hush waits for Gabi to get to her feet and he goes for the Tornado kick but she dodges the kick quickly and then she springboards off the ropes, corkscrewing kicking Hush with her move she calls Wrath!! Gabi thinks about pinning then she points towards the top rope as the fans go crazy.
Bennett. Why is Gabi not pinning? Oh this could be a bad idea! She’s going for the glory finish!
Gabi goes for the Ascension, as she jumps Hush sticks his legs in the air and Gabi slams straight into them. She rolls to the outside as Hush holds his legs in pain. Hush pulls himself up with the ring ropes as Gabi pulls herself onto the ring apron. Hush is on Gabi 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔, he hooks her up tries to suplex her into the ring, as he does she falls over him and onto her feet. Gabi runs off the ropes and back at him, as she does Hush jumps up and hits Gabi with his move the Bicycle Knee! Hush holds his knees and legs, which have taken some damage, as he crawls over to Gabi and throws an arm over her, the ref counts.....
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Carter: How many times have both Gabi and Hush thought they had this match won! I just can’t call it, there both deserving winners. Neither are going to give up easy!
Gabi slowly gets to her feet as Hush leans against the ropes breathing heavy. Seeing that Gabi is up Hush rushes at her and tries to hit a roundhouse kick, Gabi ducks the kick, then she tries a roundhouse sweep kick to Hush’s legs but he jumps over the kick. Hush then runs off the ropes and back at Gabi, she drops to the mat and he jumpsover her. Gabi jumps back to her feet and as Hush comes back at her she tries a hip toss but as she tosses him Hush flips forward and lands on his feet, he then turns and whips Gabi towards the turnbuckle. Instead of hitting the turnbuckle Gabi leaps onto the top rope and flips backwards over Hush’s head, landing on her feet.
As Hush turns Gabi runs off the ropes, so Hush runs off the other ropes. As they come back at each other Gabi leap frogs over Hush, and then turns to roundhouse kick him. Hush blocks the kick and then goes for an enziguri again but Gabi ducks the move and the two run off again in the opposite direction off the ring ropes. As they come back together they clothesline each other hard, both falling to the mat. The crowd give them a cheer and standing ovation for there efforts!
Carter: I can’t keep up with these two phenomenal athletes!
Hush and Gabi hold onto each other, using each other to pull themselves to there feet. Hush tries to pull a Cutter out of nowhere but Gabi reads it and she grabs him from behind, pulling him down for a pin. Before the ref can count Hush rolls into the pin and back on his feet and as Gabi gets back to her feet she using the ropes to springboard toward Hush and she hits the Big Come Down!!! With Hush out of it she jumps to the top rope and leaps off toward him, and she hits the Ascension this time, as the ref counts...
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Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall.... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!!!!!!
Aiello: Hush and Gabi gave there heart soul and everything inbetween here tonight. What a match! That’s a huge win for Gabirielle Visconty!!!!
Carter: This was as back and forth a match up as you’re ever likely to see. Hush can be proud of his performance tonight.
Bennett: These two could’ve easily wrestled all night. I take my hat off to them.
As Gabi celebrates, Hush makes her way up the ramp. Gabi watches him go as he gives him a respectful nod.
Aiello: A bit of respect between these two top superstars! I’m sure we’ll see them go at it again very soon. We will be right back after this commercial break.
We move to a commercial break.
SINGLES MATCH
Kendrick Kross
VS Iggy Swango
VS Iggy Swango
Aiello: What a great BRAWL we’ve had so far, folks! If you thought that last match was great, wait until you see this one!
Carter: That’s right, Joe! We’ve got two former stablemates going one on one tonight. Former Freaks and Geeks Members Kendrick Kross and Iggy Swango.
Stroup: Our next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first!
3 seconds of the guitar intro plays before the first line of the Chorus 'ONE MINUTE YOU'RE ON TOP!
At the word top red Pyro shoot straight up from the stage.
Stroup: From Chelsea London, weighing at 215 Pounds....Kendrick KROSS!
Kendrick stands on the ramp for a second or two longer before walking down the metal ramp. He ignores anyone who tries to reach out to touch him. As he gets to the ramp he turns towards the steps, climbs up them and enters the ring. He walks to his corner and takes his leather jacket off and sets it in the corner.
Bennett: These two Son O’ Bitchs are going to tear each other apart.
Carter: Not sure about that, but it will definitely be a great match.
“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 trainer, Tao Ohashi standing next to her
Stroup: Standing in at five feet seven inches tall, weighing at one hundred and forty-five pounds, from San Francisco, California, Iggy Swango!!!
Iggy starts bouncing on the stage, Tao beside her, 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. With her trainer standing on the outside"
Carter: You ready for the bell to ring on this one?
Aiello: Let’s get this thing going!
DING! DING! DING!
The former stablemates just stare at one another, neither one wanting to make the first move. Iggy ends up deciding that she will though as she moves to her left which then causes Kendrick to move to his left as they circle one another. They get closer with each step until they are right up on another and they lock up in a battle of strength. Kendrick ends up winning as he pushes her back to the ropes and breaks the hold ending up in an Irish Whip. He sends Iggy across the ring and she comes back on the rebound where Kendrick gets her in a deep arm drag, they both pop up and Kendrick hits her with another they pop up again Kendrick goes for a dropkick this time but misses as Swango didn’t come back. This made Kendrick hit the ground hard and Iggy immediately ran in to take advantage. Iggy stood Kendrick up and started hitting him with European Uppercuts before hitting him with a knee and then a snap suplex. She floats over after the suplex and hooks Kendricks leg.
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Aiello: Not even close!
Carter: Don’t think the intention was to get it close, just to waste Kendricks energy faster.
Iggy gets up and backs up, waiting for Kendrick to get up, as he does she runs at him and goes for a big boot but she misses! She turns around and is met up by a Step-Up Enziguri! She immediately falls to the mat. Kendrick goes to her legs and grabs both of them as she is on her back, he steps through and crosses them as he flips her over and locks in the Sharpshooter! Kendrick applies more and more pressure with each pull and the grimace on her face gets worse. She is able to push herself up though and slowly drag herself and Kendrick near the ropes where she reaches out and grabs them. Senior Ref Turner calls for the break count but Kendrick doesn’t release it and he begins counting right before
he gets to five Kendrick releases the hold and Iggy grabs at her back. Kendrick backs up and looks at his former partner with a little grin. Iggy gets up to a knee still grabbing her lower back and uses the top rope to pull herself up. Kendrick runs towards Iggy as she leans against the ropes but as Kendrick gets there Iggy grabs him and sends him over the ropes with a big back body drop causing him to hit the ground hard! Iggy falls back to a knee as Kendrick lays flat on his back and takes a few breaths while Senior Ref Turner begins the count on the outside on Kendrick.
Carter: This is definitely a good match so far!
Bennett: These two Son O’ Bitches are really going at it. Kendrick will pull this out though, I guarantee you that much.
The ref has gotten to a count of seven by now as Kendrick gets up to a knee and is able to slowly slide in. This had given Iggy plenty enough time to gather herself. Kendrick gets up to a knee but as he does Iggy runs at him and sends a knee to the side of his head! This sends Kendrick hard to the mat and Iggy immediately covers Kendrick.
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Iggy shakes her head but gets up and immediately picks up Kendrick by his arm and whips him into the corner. He hits the corner hard and she follows with a big hard clothesline! She grabs him by his arm again and whips him once more, this time across the ring and once again his back hitting hard onto the corner and another clothesline from Iggy knocking him down to a seated position. Iggy lets a smile out as she walks back and runs towards Kendrick and she goes for her patented running hip attack but Kendrick moves out of the way, causing her to hit the turnbuckle hard. She walks out holding her hip as Kendrick gets up from behind her and grabs her in a full nelson hitting a bridged dragon suplex which immediately causes Ref Turner to drop and start the count.
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Carter: Nice exchange of pin attempts here.
Aiello: And doesn’t seem like this has even gotten to the meat of the match!
Kendrick slaps the mat as he gets up and looks at Iggy lying on her front holding the back of her head. Kendricks face turns a bit red as he looks down at Iggy. The ref tries to hold him back as she is under the ropes but Kendrick just pushes by him and grabs her by her left arm and leg then drags her into the center of the ring and rolls her over. He hits her with a stomp straight to the head and then runs at the ropes, he rebounds and on the return hits her with a leg drop right across the neck. He decides not to go for the cover though, Kendrick instead gets up and runs at the ropes. He springboards off of the middle ropes and flips back going for a lionsault but instead Iggy moved out of the way, causing Kendrick to land straight on face first onto the mat. She looks out into the crowd and spreads her arms as she walks around Kendrick while she is met by cheers. She waits for Kendrick to get up as she stands behind him, as he slowly gets to one knee, she pulls him up the rest of the way and hits him hard with a backstabber! He bounces off her knees hard but Iggy isn’t immediately able to capitalize as she he lays on his stomach and she is a foot away on her back. After a few seconds she is finally able to slowly crawl over and push him over onto his back as she throws an arm over him.
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Kendrick got his foot on the ropes! Iggy looks at it and can’t believe it. She rolls over onto her back and takes a big breath before rolling onto her front and pushing herself up to a knee. Kendrick grabs the ropes and slowly gets up. Iggy runs at him but he throws her over the ropes! He takes a breath and he looks at her slowly getting up. He grabs the top rope and jumps up as he springboards off the top rope and flips as he hits a shooting star press onto Iggy knocking them both hard down to the floor!
Bennett: That Son O’ Bitch is crazy!
Aiello: He has been on a down streak, he needs this win.
Kendrick is the first to get up and he grabs Iggy then throws her into the ring. He follows and waits for her to get up. As she does Kendrick goes for a Super Kick but she is able to move just in time causing him to miss by a long shot! Iggy hits Kendrick multiple times backing him up into the corner before she knees him in the gut causing him to fall down into a seated position. This prompts her to back up and run at Kendrick hitting him with her Hip Attack! She immediately grabs him afterwards and pulls him out into the middle of the ring and sets him up in between her legs where she hits him with a Snap Pile Driver that she calls the Non Zero Possibility! She immediately goes for the cover
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DING! DING! DING!
Aiello: What a match we just had folks!
Stroup: Winner of this match Iggggyy Swwwaanngooo!
The ref raises Iggy’s hand before checking on Kendrick
Bennett: That Son O’ Bitch really did prove her worth and what she is made of here tonight.
Carter: It was a truly hard fought match between Iggy and Kendrick, in the end though Iggy just had that extra little bit.
Aiello: Don’t go anywhere folks, we have some more BRAWL action awaiting you our next match is Tom Frost vs current X-Division Champion, Cyrus black. That should be a good one. First though, a word from our sponsors.
We move to a commercial break.
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Tom Frost
VS Cyrus Black
VS Cyrus Black
Aiello: We’ve already had some incredible matches here tonight between Gabrielle Visconty and Hush and the match we just witnessed between Iggy Swango and Kendrick Kross but things are just heating up... as this next one is highly anticipated!
Carter: Indeed it is! Our International Champion and The Nevada born Cyrus Black taking on the hard hitting fighter Tom Frost!
Bennett: Tom Frost is yet another huge obstacle standing in the way of Cyrus! It could be a hurdle to high for the champ this time.
Stroup: The following one on one match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first.. from Carson City, Nevada... weighing in at 230 pounds... his is the EWC International Champion.... CYRUS BLACKKKKK!!!!
The whole arena goes dark for a moment, a spotlight hits the entrance ramp and music plays from the PA system.
"Life is a mystery..."
The silhouette of a man moves into the spotlight, arms raised above his head as he starts to clap.
"And it feels like home..."
The lights go up around the arena, two red pyrotechnics go off at either side of the stage as the chorus hits...
"When you call my name
it's like a little prayer..."
Cyrus starts clapping as he merrily skips from one side of the entrance ramp to the other, looking out at the sea of fans, goading them to clap along with him. Cyrus makes his way down the entrance ramp with the International championship around his waist, he engages with fans along the way, dishing out high fives and hugs as he jives his way to the ring.
"I'm down on my knees
I want to take you there..."
Sliding underneath the bottom rope into the ring, Cyrus shuffles from one corner buckle to another, continuously banging the palms of his hands together as the fans are on there feet clapping with him,
"Just like a prayer you know,
I'll take you there...".
Cyrus casually leans against the ropes, with a cheesy grin on his face.
Stroup: And his opponent, Making his way to the ring...from Darling, Michigan...weighing in at 231 lbs...TOM FROST!!!!!
The lights dim as 'Downtown' hits over the PA. A spotlight shines on the stage, and old Tom Frost parts the curtain. He dons a well-worn suit and a loose tie beneath an old trilby hat. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, and he wears a mean, no-nonsense look on his face as he scans the crowd. He turns toward the ring, takes a deep drag from his cigarette, and exhales a cloud of smoke. He starts down the ramp, bobbing his head as he glares forward.
He climbs the stairs and enters the ring through the middle rope. He takes one last drag from the cigarette before flicking it away. He removes his hat, coat, tie, and shirt and hands them to an official at ringside. The music begins to fade as he finds his corner.
Aiello: Tom Frost came so close last week to beating Antoni Malietoa and booking a shot for the US championship... and he was also involved in the International gauntlet match for the International championship that Cyrus ended up becoming victorious in.... sooner or later this talented wrestler is going to get that big win and it could be here tonight.
Carter: If Tom Frost gets a win against the International Champion here tonight the surely that propels him into the title picture automatically but it won’t be easy... no one has managed to defeat Cyrus Black since his return back in March. That includes superstars like our Undisputed champion and our Indy Champion.
Bennett: It’s only a matter of time before someone shuts Cyrus Black up. His positivity makes me sick.
DING DING DING
As the match begins Cyrus and Frost shake hands. They then lock up, testing each other’s strength. Frost locks Cyrus in a headlock and squeezes tight. Cyrus can’t pull his head free so he drops to his knee and sweeps Frosts legs from underneath him. Frost falls flat on his face as Cyrus crawls onto his back and locks a sleep hold in. Frost rolls onto his back with Cyrus underneath him, the sleeper hold firmly locked in. Frost looks like he’s fading when suddenly he finds strength from somewhere as he rolls back onto his belly, and manages to stand on his feet with Cyrus handing onto his back. Frost rushes backwards into the corner, forcing Cyrus to break the hold. Frost quickly turns and catches Cyrus with a hard forearm smash.
Cyrus is dazed in the corner as Frost hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. Frost climbs up the turnbuckle and hooks Cyrus up, he then hits Cyrus with a top rope superplex. Frost holds his back as he crawls over to Cyrus and makes the pin as the ref counts....
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Carter: That was a beautiful suplex from the top rope by Frost! He almost had Cyrus bang to rights there!
Frost picks Cyrus up, lifting him and hitting him with a back breaker but instead of dropping him Frost keeps a hold a Cyrus and lifts him again, hitting a second backbreaker. Frost does repeats this for a third backbreaker. Frost takes a minute to catch his breath as he watches Cyrus who’s laid out on the mat in pain holding his back.
Cyrus tries to pull himself up to his feet using the ropes. Frost charges at him but Cyrus ducks down, pulling the ropes with him as Frost goes tumbling to the outside floor. Cyrus steps onto the ring apron to follow Frost out as he does Frost swipes his feet underneath him. Cyrus falls back first into the ring apron and then to the outside floor. Frost picks Cyrus up and whips him into the steel steps. Cyrus smashes shoulder first into the steel steps.
Aiello: Frost isn’t letting up on Cyrus here, he’s throwing everything he’s got at the International Champion.
Frost rolls Cyrus into the ring then follows him. With Cyrus on his knees Frost goes for his Face the Music, just before his knee connects Cyrus spins around Frost and pulls him down to the floor. Cyrus then quickly applies the Ankle Lock on Frost. Frost tries to pull himself towards the ropes but Cyrus wraps his legs around Frost and keeps a tight lock on his ankle.
Frost tugs on his hair as the ref asks if he wants to quit. Frost shakes his head from side to side as he scratches at the mat and tries to pull himself to the ropes. Frost realized he isn’t getting to the ropes, so he rocks his body and rolls onto his back but Cyrus still has a hold of his ankle. Frost uses his free leg to kick Cyrus as hard as he can, he catches Cyrus in the side of the abdomen and Cyrus lets go of the ankle lock. As Frost and Cyrus get to there feet, Frost rushes at him but he’s slow as his ankle still hurts and Cyrus rolls underneath his attempted clothesline. Cyrus comes up between Frost, locking his arms around Frosts waist he throws him back for a German suplex. Cyrus keeps his arms locked around Frosts waist and lifts him up, hitting another German Suplex. Frost tries to throw an elbow back at Cyrus but he ducks the shot as Frost turns and grabs Frost, throwing him over his head with a T-Bone suplex. As Frost lays on the mat Cyrus climbs up the top turnbuckle and on the top turnbuckle as the fans cheer he jumps off with a diving headbutt to Frost.... but Frost rolls out of the way and Cyrus hits the mat hard. Frost picks Cyrus up and hits a spine buster on him, he then falls on him as the ref counts for a pin....
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DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall.... CYRUS BLACK!!!!
Aiello: Cyrus marches on with another win but Tom Frost pushed him to his limit here tonight.
Carter: Certainly, Frost is a Champion in the making, no doubts! Tonight is Cyrus’s night, and he couldn’t have picked a better place to pick up a win than in his own home state.
Bennett: Now I have to watch that idiot celebrate with all his fans! Cut to a commercial, get on with the next match.
As Cyrus celebrates in the ring Frost gets to his feet. The two men face each other and Frost takes Cyrus arm and raises it in the air as the fans let out a loud cheer. Cyrus exits the ring and goes through the crowd with his International championship as he celebrates with the fans.
Aiello: Ok folks, stay with us because this night is far from over, next up we’ve got Xavier Reid taking on Yeshwa! We will see you right after this short break.
We move to a commercial break.
SINGLES MATCH
Yeshwa
VS Xavier Reid
VS Xavier Reid
Bennett: This is the match I've been waiting for all night!
Aiello: Yes, this one promises to be an exciting match. Last Brawl we saw Reid pull down the title shot for Hardcore Revolution over Kendrick Kross, Hush, Gabrielle Visconty, and Yeshwa in a insane ladder match.
Carter: Reid and Yeshwa have no love lost between them. While Reid has the obvious momentum coming into this match, Yeshwa is looking to even the score. Add into all this the return of Luke Wolfe and the moment Annabelle, Luke and Reid shared on Rampage, and the shot at the title at Hardcore Revolution... The man is going to have a lot on his mind. But the big question on everyone's mind - Can he stay focused?
Aiello: My bet is yes.
Bennett: Yeshwa is definitely going to test it.
Stroup: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Hilton, Osaka. Standing 5' 11” and weighing in at 225 pounds, The Wanderlust King of Luchadore wrestling. YESHWA!!!
Pyros hit and "The Sanctuary" by Darling Violetta begins to play. The lights strobe red and black and the ramp flashes glimpses of Cthulu. Yeshwa steps out with enthusiasm right fist raised to eye level. Then draws attention to his new shirt. A black shirt with bold red letters reading "Dominic Sanders Fears me." He turns around revealing the large Chtulu art on the back. Then rights himself before running down the ramp and leaping between the middle and bottom rope. He slides into a front flip to his feet. Then raises a fist eye level as the crowd cheer.
Aiello: Yeshwa ready to do business. He definitely looks focused.
Bennett: I'd kind of like to see him smack the smirk off of Reid's face.
Carter: And he will most definitely have a chance to do that.
Stroup: Our next competitor comes to us from New York City. Standing 5' 11” and weighing in at 220 pounds, XAVIER REID!!!
The Mac-Tron 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’ by Linkin Park 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.
Carter: That's always an impressive entrance from Reid!
Bennett: A little too much for my taste.
Aiello: The fans have definitely started to take a liking to him.
Bennett: Aw, you're not going to start ass kissing him, are you?
DING DING DING
Aiello: And there is the bell!
Reid and Yeshwa start to circle each other, each trying to feel the other out for a moment. Yeshwa makes a move in to lock up but Reid steps back out of the way and rocks Yeshwa with a European uppercut. Reid whips Yeshwa into the ropes and follows with a huge running clothesline that Yeshwa ducks under in the nick of time. Yeshwa bounces off the ropes and plasters Reid with a running elbow. Reid springs back to his feet as Yeshwa takes tot he ropes again. This time Reid is ready and sends Yeshwa airborne with a back body drop. Yeshwa goes with it and flips over to land on his feet. Reid turns around and catches a wheel kick to the face as Yeshwa quickly goes for the pin.
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Bennett: Yeshwa is focused tonight. Reid had better not lose focus in this match because Yeshwa will make him pay.
Carter: Smart move by Yeshwa to go for the quick pin. It looked like he caught Reid napping with the quickness and ferocity of this opening attack.
Yeshwa rolls off and is quickly back to his feet. Reid rolls away from Yeshwa to put a little space between them. As Reid starts to get to his feet, Yeshwa charges in and Reid stops him with a drop toe hold. Reid rolls up on top of Yeshwa to lock in the ankle lock. Yeshwa reaches for the ropes and Reid yanks him away and transitions to a double knee drop to Yeshwa's back. Reid pulls Yeshwa into a Fuck You Stomp, but on the second stomp Yeshwa counters and locks his legs around Reid's leg and slips him into a knee bar. Reid hops for a second trying to shake Yeshwa loose, but falls to the side and grabs the ropes instead. The ref breaks the hold as Reid stands back up, a little stiff legged, as Yeshwa rolls to his feet. Reid fires back with a huge right hand as both men get to their feet. Yeshwa answers with a right of his own. Reid ducks the next shot from Yeshwa and goes for a belly to back suplex, but Yeshwa counters by locking his leg behind Reid's. Yeshwa fires off a series of back elbows to break Reid's grip of him. Yeshwa then kicks the taste out of Reid's mouth with a enziguri kick. Reid staggers back as Yeshwa kips up and charges back in. Reid stops him in his tracks with a boot to the gut and follows it up with a jackknife power bomb. Reid goes for the pin attempt but Yeshwa kicks him off. Both men get to their feet. The two men circle each other again and then lock up. Reid starts to over power Yeshwa before Yeshwa twists to the side and hip tosses Reid. Reid starts to roll away but is caught with a standing front flip leg drop. Yeshwa scrambles back to his feet as Reid rolls away. Yeshwa chases Reid but he rolls out of the ring.
Bennett: Maybe all the attention is too much for Reid. He sure doesn't look on top of his game tonight.
Aiello: Yeshwa pushing the pace with his agility.
Carter: Looks like Reid is taking a minute to clear his head. Probably not a bad idea. Yeshwa sure doesn't look happy about it... He's taunting Reid to get back in to the ring. The ref starts the count.
Reid walks around the ring a little, ignoring Yeshwa's taunts. As Reid rounds the corner Yeshwa runs to the ropes and comes off with a suicide somersault plancha. Reid spots Yeshwa and uses his momentum to drive Yeshwa head first into the stairs. The fans begin a HOLY SHIT chant. Blood is rolling down Yeshwa's face as Reid stands over him.
Carter: OH MY GOD!
Bennett: That is going to leave a mark.
Aiello: That is definitely going to take a little wind from Yeshwa's sails.
Bennett: A little? Shit, he just killed Yeshwa!
Reid yanks Yeshwa up and into a running face wash onto the arena floor. Reid gets slowly back to his feet and pulls Yeshwa back up and shoves him into the ring. Yeshwa has blood all over his face as he appears to be dazed. The ref is checking on Yeshwa as Reid yells at the ref to get out of the way. Reid then hops up onto the ring apron and springboards in to hit Yeshwa with a X-Marks the Spot – a corkscrew moonsault. Reid stands up and motions to the crowd, and then locks in the X'ed Out on Yeshwa in the middle of the ring. Yeshwa starts flailing his arms and tries to pull himself towards the ropes.
Carter: Hell's Gate Triangle choke! This could be it for Yeshwa!
Bennett: You think? Hell, I bet Yeshwa doesn't even know where he is right now.
Aiello: Yeshwa is starting to get close to the ropes. Reid is really cracking that hold in.
Yeshwa just nips the bottom rope before he falls unconcious. The ref checks on him and calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Stroup: Your winner via KO – XAVIER REID!!!
Carter: Yeshwa looked to have this match under control until he tried that plancha.
Bennett: High risk moves sometimes yield high risk failures. Tonight Yeshwa found that out... Or at least his forehead did. Anyone want to bet on how many stitches he gets to close that up?
Aiello: This match lived up to all that we expected, but Reid managed to stay in it and pull off the heads up move. We have to take a commercial break.
We move to a commercial break.
The camera cuts back to the ring where our GM Jon Spartan is standing, microphone in hand next to a table that had been brought into the ring
Jon Spartan: Last week our Brawl fans saw an exciting ladder match featuring some of the biggest and brightest stars we have here on Monday Night Brawl!!!
The fans pop for this
Joe Aiello: All five of the members of this match gave it their all last week and were are worthy to be holding the briefcase
Steve Bennett: But Xavier Reid climbed the ladder and fought of Kendrick Kross and punched his ticket to Hardcore Revolution
Max Carter: And we are about to see who he’s going to challenge
Jon Spartan: In the end we saw Xavier Reid claim the championship briefcase and EARN the right to challenge one of our champions here in the EWC, so without further ado I would like Xavier Reid to join me out here in the ring and we can unlock that case and see just what champion he will be challenging
‘Papercut’ plays out as smoke rises up on the stage, Xavier walks out onto the stage with the briefcase in hand. He looks down at Spartan as he brings the case to his chest and smiles
Joe Aiello: Xavier knows he’s heading to Hardcore Revolution with that case, he knows he’s getting another crack at being a champion
Xavier walks down towards the ring, the case still clutched against his chest
Steve Bennett: We say him go through an absolute war Friday night on Rampage against the US Champion Ace King and FSW Champion Stitches
Max Carter: Xavier went through hell, Stitches used a staple gun on both Xavier and Ace, Xavier sent all three crashing through a table full of thumb tacks, they fought through the crowd and ended up out near the concession stand where we saw Xavier’s head get smashed through the glass of a popcorn machine before Ace locked Stitches in All-In for the win
Xavier climbs up the steps and into the ring and looks at Spartan who claps and motions for Xavier to place the briefcase on the table, Xavier looks at Jon and then the table and places the briefcase on the table and then looks back at the GM who pulls the key out of his pocket
Jon Spartan: Inside this briefcase is a contract to face one of our champions at Hardcore Revolution, Xavier, are you ready to see who you will be facing at Hardcore Revolution? Fans, are you ready?
Joe Aiello: I’m ready!
Steve Bennett: I’m ready, open the case!
Jon places the key in the lock and opens the case and stands back
Jon Spartan: There you go, Xavier…
Jon motions for Xavier to look inside and Xavier does without hesitation with a smile on his face but as he lifts the contract and looks it over the smile fades
Xavier Reid: It’s blank? What game are you playing Spartan?
Jon Spartan: No game Xavier I promise, see it would have been easy for me to just toss in a contract match against any champion in that briefcase but I put 5 very qualified wrestlers in that ladder match last week and the winner was going to earn that championship match at Hardcore Revolution so who was I to just name the champion, I feel the winner should have a say in that so since we are in Nevada and in the gambling capital of the world there is no more fitting of a phrase than ‘Dealers Choice’ Xavier, YOU get to name the champion of your choosing for Hardcore Revolution. So will it be Cyrus Black and the International Championship or maybe a rematch against the man that beat you for the X-Division Championship in Curtis Mars? Or maybe…
Xavier Reid: Ace King...I WANT--
“THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!”
Joe Aiello: No way!
Steve Bennett: Oh no, not this son o’ bitch…
Max Carter: OH YEAHHH!
T-Mobile Arena erupts following Lemmy’s guttural growl, and the opening notes to the Motorhead anthem shred through the building. The fans go insane as United States Champion Ace King steps out from behind the MacTron and stops on the ramp, pounding his chest a few times before raising his championship high as he looks out at the roaring sold-out crowd.
Joe Aiello: Be careful what you wish for, Xavier, especially when you’re in The Gambler’s backyard!
Max Carter: Listen to this place, guys! Ace is every bit a hometown hero, and they certainly appreciate what he’s done over the course of his record-setting reign.
Steve Bennett: (insert something witty here)
Walking with a bit of a limp, the United States Champion takes his time coming down the ramp, interacting with fans lining the barricades. Once he clears the ramp, his eyes lock onto Reid in the ring, though he calmly steps through the ropes and into the ring, microphone already in hand. The fans feverishly chant ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ as ‘Ace of Spades’ finally fades out, the United States Champion’s gaze never once leaving Reid as he stands his ground.
Ace King: You didn’t think I’d miss the chance to be here tonight, did you?
Predictably, the crowd roars in approval for the United States Champion, who casually scans the audience with a small smile.
Steve Bennett: Suckup son o’ bitch.
Joe Aiello: We’re in his hometown…
Steve Bennett: Can’t stand this son o’ bitch.
It’s not long before Ace turns his gaze back to Reid, though his body language isn’t quite as serious as his eyes would suggest.
Ace King: It’s no secret that this is home for me…
Once again, the crowd roars in approval, a frenzied ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ catching on quickly as ‘The Gambler’ simply nods in acknowledgment.
Ace King: ...And it’s also no secret that, just two nights ago, the two of us, along with Stitches, took each other to Hell and back.
Ace King: Seriously, it feels like it was just yesterday… But that’s not the point, because I’m not out here to brag or boast about that. Rather, I’m here to take care of some business.
Joe Aiello: What business does he have here on Brawl?
Ace King: I know you went in our match in Raleigh thinking getting another one over on me would make you the logical choice as my handpicked challenger for the United States Championship, right? It would almost force my hand, so to speak: The only person to pin me in any match this season, and now he’s done it twice? It would have been a shoo-in.
Steve Bennett: Yes he would have been
Ace King: However, as a wise comedian once said… This is not what happened, for I found a way to survive just long enough to pull it out. Of course, you weren’t the one who passed out on account of the All-In, were you?
Reid slowly nods as the fans start to murmur.
Ace King: No, it wasn’t, and that creates an out for you, doesn’t it? Convenient for you, but potentially casts doubt over anyone else’s legitimacy… We can’t have that. So, here’s what’s going down: Even though you fell short in the contendership tournament that would have earned you this shot in the first place, I know you’re going to , so here it comes: Mr. Spartan… I’ll honor that contract: Ace King versus Xavier Reid… Hardcore Revolution in Dublin, Ireland.
The crowd roars at the declaration, and Reid immediately starts talking trash, though his body language remains calm in doing so while Ace remains stoic. ‘Papercut’ reprises, and Reid looks happy as he brushes past Ace on his way out of the ring. However, as he steps through the ropes...
Ace King: I wasn’t quite finished.
Reid stops and slowly climbs back in the ring, the United States Champion’s back still turned to him.
Ace King: After all, I’m honoring your contract… but what, then, becomes of mine, the one where I get to handpick my next opponent?
‘The Gambler’ slowly turns around to face Reid, with very little room between the two men.
Ace King: Let’s just say I have another idea to put that to use, and I think you’ll appreciate this, Xavier, because any time we’ve faced off, it’s been damaging to both of us. Three Stages Of Hell… Last Man Standing… Falls Count Anywhere… X-Division Rules… It’s clear that the confines of a normal match can’t contain us.
Xavier is glued to Ace as a smile appears on his face
Ace King: Therefore, this can’t just be a normal match. So, how about this? Ace King… Xavier Reid… Hardcore Revolution in Dublin… Rage in the Cage…
The Vegas crowd explodes at the suggestion, and Spartan raises his eyebrows...and the camera cuts to Xavier who nods towards Ace...
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Antoni Malietoa
VS Dominic Sanders
NON-TITLE
Antoni Malietoa
VS Dominic Sanders
Aiello: It’s time for our Main Event folks!!! The champion, Dominic Sanders, is about to go to war with the Samoan Warrior Antoni Malietoa
Bennett: You mean the Undisputed Champion is about to crush this pissant who should have stayed with The Collector?!
Carter: Antoni has done more without The Collector than he ever could have with him. He is on an absolute tear right now AND he has a guaranteed shot at the United States title… This match is an absolute toss up and The Samoan Warrior could take down The Undisputed Champion!
“The Sanctuary” by Darling Violetta begins to play. The crowd seems a bit confused as they were expecting Antoni Malietoa and not Yeshwa, who walks out and down to the announce table.
Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like we are going to be joined here on commentary by non other than the LuchaGore Yeshwa!
Bennett: What the hell are you doing here Yeshwa? You have no place here.
Yeshwa: Dominic Sanders fears me. He couldn’t beat me and I am here to make sure he doesn’t take the easy way out against my brother Antoni.
Carter: Admirable Yeshwa… I respect that. Let's get to it!
Fog engulfs the entrance ramp, highlighted by green lights as "Be Somebody" by Fort Minor begins to play throughout the arena.
This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say
That we ought to live their way, what we're doing's not okay
In this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much to take?
Too much weight?
Ladies and gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now, please shout back
We're not the only ones feeling so trapped
In a dream of somebody else, in fact
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back
From the smoke emerges Antoni Malietoa with his eyes wide and arms out to his sides. As the fog clears, Antoni takes a step forward as he psychs him self up with a yell. The crowd begins to cheer for the Samoan Warrior.
Jessica Stroup: Making his way to the ring From Apia, Samoa by way of Auckland, New Zealand… Weighing in at 254lbs......He is the Samoan Warrior.........ANTONI......MALI-E-TOA!
Antoni makes his way to the ring, pulls himself up from the floor by the top rope and then steps over the top rope and into the ring as he prepares to do battle.
Carter: Antoni is looking locked in right now. He is absolutely ready for this match.
Bennett: Don’t let the calm exterior fool you, Antoni is shitting his pants right now with fear because he knows that Dominic Sanders is about to absolutely wreck him.
Yeshwa: You know nothing Bennett. Antoni is an absolute Warrior and I can tell you from first hand experience that he is not nervous. He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word. He’s ready, trust me .
The lights go out in the T-Mobile Arena. 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.
Jessica Stroup: Introducing first/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.
DING DING DING
Aiello: Beginning things with a stare down.
Antoni and Dominic stare at each other for a moment. Sanders points to the championship now sitting at ringside and smiles.
Bennett: Dom reminding Antoni who the Undisputed Champion is.
Yeshwa: And it looks like Sanders didn’t appreciate Antoni reminding him of my presence.
Antoni points to Yeshwa sitting at ringside and Sanders shakes his head. They rush at each other and tie up. They jockey for position for a few seconds. Antoni backs Dominic into the corner and pushes his head as far back as he can. The referee separates them and Dominic rubs his face, and stares Antoni down.
Carter: Dom looks like he may have underestimated Antoni’s strength.
Yeshwa: Antoni is pound for pound the strongest man in this company. I guarantee that. I traveled with him in Criterion and I know he has all of the power in this match.
Aiello: But Dom isn’t the Undisputed Champion on accident. He absolutely has what it takes to get past Antoni.
Dominic and Antoni circle each other again and then lock up once more. Antoni again, almost effortlessly backs Dominic into the corner and white washes his face. Sanders shoves Antoni backward and looks furious. Antoni postures and screams Tonga at the champion taunting him. The crowd cheers loudly.
Yeshwa: Sanders isn’t used to being made to look small like this.
Aiello: The champ has the weight advantage though.
Yeshwa: Like I said Antoni has freakish natural Samoan strength. Get yo shine brother!
Sanders nods at the Samoan and smiles. Antoni calls him to tie up again. Sanders shakes his head and instead offers his hands in the air.
Carter: No, he wants to to a test of strength.
Yeshwa: This is a sly move. He has something up his sleeve here. Don’t fall for it Antoni.
Antoni looks at the crowd who continues to be supportive and then reaches out as well. The two slightly slap each others hands before clasping. Antoni forces Sanders to take a few steps back but he fixes his footing and comes to a complete stop. Dominic then gets the upper hand as he returns the forceful grip and now has Antoni walking backwards all the way to the ropes behind him.
Aiello: Dominic showing his strength now.
Bennett: He is a force to be reckoned with, Antoni cannot underestimate that.
Yeshwa: I promise you that he has not.
Now both wrestlers are at a stalemate unable to make each other budge. The crowd begins to chant “TONGA! TONGA! TONGA!” In support of Antoni and it helps him once again get the upper hand.
Yeshwa: He is feeding off of the crowd support look at him.
Antoni shoves forward and Sanders takes a few steps back. Antoni now has Sanders slowly bending farther and farther backward.
Carter: It looks like Antoni has won this game of mercy.
Sanders doesn’t allow himself to go any further and lunges forward with a headbutt that collides with Antoni. Malietoa eases up on his grip and Dominic grabs his arm and pulls him forward and tosses him across the ring with an arm drag. Once Antoni is on the mat Dominic holds his arm tightly trapping him in a submission.
Aiello: Antoni is in trouble now.
While Sanders has Antoni trapped he uses his free arm to slam elbows down on a nearly defenseless Malietoa.
Bennett: Raining elbows down like a thunderstorm of ass kicking.
Yeshwa: And the cheater cheats more. Where’s the bell on that headbutt?
Sanders releases the hold and throws Antoni’s arm to the mat. Then releases a fury of stomps first on the worked arm and then to the head. Antoni rolls over to his knees in an effort to stand up and Sanders pulls him into a DDT.
Carter: Sanders with a nice DDT.
Sanders lifts Antoni to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Antoni returns and ducks under a big boot from Sanders. He bounces off the opposite ropes and speeds toward Sanders. Dominic side steps him and the momentum takes him to the ropes once more. This time Sanders also falls back into the ropes to the left. as Antoni returns his lane is clear and Sanders crushes him with a running big boot from the side.
Aiello: What a boot to the face.
Bennett: Antoni may be out!
Sanders drops down and covers him.
1….
2….
Antoni kicks out with strength enough to pop Sanders completely off of him. Sanders stays on the attack and throws some more strikes at the still downed Malietoa.
Dominic now grabs Antoni by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Sanders runs back into the ropes and comes back to Antoni with a huge clothesline from hell. Malietoa hits the mat upon impact. Sanders covers him again.
1…
2…
Antoni kicks out with force again.
Yeshwa: Look at how he powers out of that cover!
Aiello: Even after a huge clothesline.
Yeshwa: That clothesline would have ended a lesser man!
Bennett: Like you?
Yeshwa: Watch yourself boy!
Sanders stand up and begins targeting Antoni’s knee with stomps.
Bennett: And the champ using Antoni’s injured knee to his advantage.
Yeshwa: I wouldn’t expect anything less.
Sanders grabs his leg and rolls him over into a single leg Boston Crab extending the leg as far as he can. Antoni writhes in pain and reaches for the ropes. But the ropes are too far out of his reach. Antoni tries to crawl closer to them. Inching himself nearer. He reaches out and his fingers caress the ropes now.
Aiello: He is almost there!
Yeshwa: Sanders isn’t going to let him.
Dominic, aware of their position powers forward and bring Antoni back into the center of the ring. Antoni screams in agony as Sanders pulls harder and applies even more strength to the submission. Antoni uses his other leg to kick back at Dominic but he catches it and applies full Boston Crab.
Bennett: Now he is fully trapped. Come on Dominic, bring it home!
Carter: He may have to tap out!
Yeshwa: That is not going to happen. Samoan blood doesn’t know how to quit. Only fight.
Sanders tries to apply more power. As he leans further back Antoni summons the strength to move his legs forward and throw Sanders off of him. Sanders flies forward into the corner and smacks his face off of the middle turnbuckle. Antoni struggles to his feet and charges at Sanders. But the damage to his leg causes him to stutter step. Sanders sees this out of the corner of his eyes and spins around the Samoan and reaches around his waist. And then pulls him into a German Suplex. Upon collision of the mat Sanders bridges into a pin.
1…
2…
Kick out!!!
Aiello: Antoni barely freed himself there.
Carter: It was almost over. Sanders has been able to go power to power with the Samoan Warrior.
Yeshwa: It isn’t over yet fellas.
Sanders looks at the referee nearly in disbelief but grabs Antoni’s legs and rolls him into The Texas Bluebonnet.
Bennett: Looking to make him submit, like the champ that he is!
Aiello: He worked that knee earlier how much more can Antoni withstand?
This time however Antoni was near enough to the ropes and wraps his whole arm around them. The referee calls for Sanders to break the hold but he doesn’t. The referee begins counting.
1
2
3
4
Finally Dominic frees Antoni from the submission hold.
Aiello: Nearly being disqualified there.
Yeshwa: The cheater knew what he was doing. He wouldn’t have gone any longer.
Antoni uses the ropes to steady himself. Sanders grabs him and slams him with a T-Bone suplex.
Bennett: Antoni just went to Funky town.
Sanders covers him again.
1…
2…
Thr…
Antoni Kicks out and Sanders now looks frustrated. He quickly picks him up and puts him on his shoulders into the fire-mans carry. As he tries to toss him into the backstabber Antoni manages to free himself and lands on his feet behind Sanders. His knees are rocked and he loses balance and falls into the ropes to keep his balance.
Aiello: Barely avoided the Riptide.
Sanders rushes toward him and Antoni lunges forward with a Samoan headbutt. Sanders is stunned and dazed on his feet walking backward to the opposite side. Antoni stomps his feet trying to gain some strength back into his legs and charges Sanders. This time his legs do not fail him and he spears Dominic so hard they both go through the middle of the ropes to the floor outside.
Aiello: Holy cow what a spear!
Both men are slow to their feet. The referee is operating a ten count.
1
2
3
4
Antoni gains his footing
5
6
Sanders is now standing as well. Sanders punches Antoni, Antoni throws an elbow in return.
7
8
Sanders tries for another punch, but Antoni blocks it and he smashes him with an elbow and then rolls him into the ring.
9
Antoni rolls in before the referee reaches a ten count. Sanders is kneeling waiting for Antoni to stand. As Antoni gets to his feet Sanders again tries to lift him on his shoulders but Antoni spins out and scoop slams Sanders. Sanders rolls to his feet quickly and Antoni scoops him up again. This time Sanders isn’t so quick to his feet.
Yeshwa: And here is the comeback ladies and gentlemen.
Sanders stands again and Antoni quickly embraces him and tosses him with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd is amped once more screaming TONGA in unison with every offensive maneuver. Sanders tries stepping to his feet and Antoni runs and hits him with a knee strike. Sanders collapses to the ground. Antoni covers him.
Carter: Antoni taking his first pin attempt here.
1...
2...
Kickout!!!
Sanders gets his shoulders off of the mat. Antoni picks him up. Sanders now feeling a little desperate racks Malietoa's eyes. Antoni steps back and Sanders lifts him into a fireman's carry and successfully transfers him into the backstabber. He covers him.
1...
2...
3...
DING DING DING
Jessica Stroup: And here is your winner Dominic Sanders!
Sanders slides out of the ring as quickly as possible and grabs his belt and walks up the ramp. Yeshwa steps away from the Announce table and catches up to him. Sanders stops dead and trash talks Yeshwa. Yeshwa points to the title and mimics it around his own waist. Sanders points the ring.
Bennett: The Limit have arrived!!!
The Limit are in the ring.Ethan Alexander and DJ are attacking Antoni with steel chairs. Taking turns smacking him. Yeshwa takes a step toward the ring and Sanders smashes him from behind with the title. Leaving him unconscious on the floor. Antoni fights through the pain and gets to his feet before The Limit both swing their chairs at the same time and connect to the already injured knee of Antoni’s. Antoni collapses immediately like a dead weight.
Aiello: THE SAMOAN WARRIOR MIGHT BE DEAD!!! Did you see that vicious and unprovoked attack by The Limit?!
Bennett: Unprovoked?! The Limit were provoked WEEKS ago when Yeshwa and Antoni beat them right here on Brawl. This is just payback!
Carter: This isn’t payback, that was an absolute massacre!!! This is uncalled for!!!
The Limit slide out of the ring and join Sanders as they walk up the ramp, joining Dominic who has a huge grin on his face. All three members of America’s Most Hated celebrate as they walk. Monday Night Brawl fades out with the image of Dominic Sanders holding his title over his shoulder and The Limit looking onto the carnage that they just created.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: Owensby Smith
MATCH TWO: Owensby Smith
MATCH THREE: Cyrus Black
MATCH FOUR: Kendrick Kross
MATCH FIVE: Cyrus Black
MATCH SIX: Gabrielle Visconty
MAIN EVENT: Yeshwa
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SEGMENTS
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Cyrus Black
Dominic Sanders
Xavier Reid/Ace King/MNB
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH 1
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Damage
VS Stalker
VS Frank Lowe
WINNER: Damage
MATCH 2
X-DIVISION RULES
Dr. Psycho
VS Magnificent Mondo (N/S)
WINNER: Dr. Psycho
MATCH 3
SINGLES MATCH
Hush
VS Gabrielle Visconty
WINNER: Gabrielle Visconty
MATCH 4
SINGLES MATCH
Kendrick Kross
VS Iggy Swango
WINNER: Iggy Swango
MATCH 5
Singles Match
NON-TITLE
Tom Frost (N/S)
VS Cyrus Black
WINNER: Cyrus Black
MATCH 6
SINGLES MATCH
Yeshwa
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER: Xavier Reid
MAIN EVENT
SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Antoni Malietoa
VS Dominic Sanders
WINNER: Dominic Sanders
BRAWL #538 MVP: Dominic Sanders
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