Post by MNB on May 2, 2022 20:54:08 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 #583 | MAY 2ND 2021LIVE! from the MVP Arena in Albany, New York
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
"START A FIGHT" by GHØSTKID 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 #582 in Sydney.
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.
From there we look at the dawning of the Undisputed Championship as we know it today, from Xplode defeating Shadow Man to unify the belts to footage of the men and women of BRAWL who have held the illustrious title including Ashton Drake, Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, and Xavier Reid, before ending on the current champion Killjoy Ito.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Xavier Reid, King Flip, Candy, Tyler Bradford, KU, Antoni Malietoa, Stitches, Rebel Rhodes, Darius, Iggy Swango, Dio, and others making their way onto the red brand.
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Rebel Rhodes with the FX Broadcast Championship
Xavier Reid with the EWC International Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
A wide aerial shot shows that the MVP Arena is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A wide aerial shot shows that the MVP Arena is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A chant begins of
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading:
"I’M HARDCORE, I’LL TAKE THEM ALL"
"FIRST SHE’S SOUR, AND THEN…SHE’S STILL SOUR"
"APPLE IPAD: SIMULTANEOUSLY BETTER AND WORSE THAN A COMPUTER"
"AYO REID, GABI VEE IS HANGING OUT WITH ME…WHAT ABOUT IT!?"
"CAN’T WAIT TO SEE SOMEONE GET KTFO"
and "WELCOME TO THE DANGER ZONE"
Aiello: Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I’m Joe Aiello alongside Hall of Famer Steve Bennett and we are on the last stop before Hardcore Revolution here in Albany, New York! We have a lean but mean lineup ahead of us, culminating in our main event as Sour Candy takes on the X-Division Champion in non-title action, where El Pablo looks to get to the bottom of what’s been going on lately!
Bennett: I think the champ’s biting off more than he chew as he comes to the red brand, especially with Dio taking the role of special guest referee despite his own desire to capture the championship! It’s a volatile situation tonight, and if there’s anything that could explode any worse it might well be what we now know is a falls count anywhere bout ALSO contested under X-Division rules as Antoni Malietoa takes on Xavier Reid in non-title action!
Aiello: It’s been a dangerous month and change since Reid regained the International Championship at StrangleMania XVII, and with his title defense coming up at Hardcore Revolution against King Flip it’s apparent that Reid may very well have lost his mind!
Bennett: This is all about his obsession with Gabriell Visconty, Joe! And to make things worse, she is making her in-ring return TONIGHt as she teams with the United States Champion Darna Dare to take on the Halo Syndicate!
Aiello: Jim Connors made it very clear that Gabi had to jump through many, many hoops before being allowed to compete and even possibly get her rematch for the International Championship, a title that King Flip looks to take at Hardcore Revolution in a stipulation of his choosing! As for tonight, he faces Iggy Swango in a clash of former International Champions, and you can’t help but wonder where both have their minds at the moment!
Bennett: Flip’s gonna want to make an example out of Swango before he faces Reid at Hardcore Revolution, ain’t no doubt about that…but Iggy has been backed into a corner as of late, and is looking to lash right back out!
Aiello: Those two aren’t the only ones looking to make a statement here tonight folks, as we are moments away from our opening contest when Caleb Scott and Zack Tyler square off for a shot at the FX Broadcast Championship at Hardcore Revolution against Rebel Rhodes! Don’t go aw—
Joe is interrupted by the sound of rapid drumbeats and guitar riffs blare through the arena as white smoke billows from the stage area ...
ON THIS DAY!
I SEE CLEARLY!
EVERYTHING! HAS COME TO LIFE!
I SEE CLEARLY!
EVERYTHING! HAS COME TO LIFE!
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our guest at this time ... He is the "E of the EWC" and ALBANY'S OWN! ... DARIUS!
Darius rushes through the smoke with his left arm in a sling, but still hypes himself up at the top of the ramp as the crowd erupts with cheers for their hometown hero, with Elissa emerging behind him shortly after. He runs to each side of the ramp, firing up the crowd, and then makes his way back to Elissa, giving her a big kiss before standing at the end of top next to her as the crowd cheers again!
Aiello: The roof just blew off the MVP Arena! Darius has come home to Albany and the crowd is READY for it!!
Bennett: He's still out of action, right?! So what's he doing here?!
Darius and Elissa stand at the top of the ramp, soaking in the cheers from the crowd as they chant "DARIUS! DARIUS!". He then makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with his hometown fans along the way. He makes his way around the ring, continuing to interact with the fans, before grabbing a microphone and rolling into the ring.
Darius: Did you think the Brawl in Albany would happen without me?! Not on my watch!
The crowd erupts with cheers again, igniting a furious "WELCOME HOME!" chant.
Darius: Ah, ah … Thanks for the warm welcome home, but I've been home for a few weeks now, cooped up with this mess of an arm. It turns out my knee injury wasn't bad at all, just a week or two of rest … but the tricep and shoulder? That's another beast on its own. I still don't know how long I'll be out for, it could be weeks, it could be months … I just know I won't let it stop me from achieving my goal.
I may have lost to El Pablo at Stranglemania, but I'm not ashamed of it. He gave me one of the best and most entertaining matches of my career, so I thank him for it … so thanks, Pablo. Good luck tonight against Sour Candy, hopefully Dio is fair …
Darius looks at the camera on the apron, then takes a few steps closer to it.
Darius: I say thanks because I know my path isn't strayed, I know I'm still on the right path to the Undisputed championship. Every road has its potholes and speed bumps, so that loss and this injury are nothing more than inconveniences. So when I'm finally healed up and ready to go again, I'll get back to where I left off before Stranglemania, winning match after match, getting one step closer to the Undisputed championship along the way.
Darius backs away from the camera as the crowd starts to cheer again, this time with a YES! YES! YES! chant.
Darius: Who knows … Maybe the next time we're in Albany, I'll be introduced as Albany's Own EWC Undisputed champion … until then, y'all have fun tonight, don't drink too much, and be sure to give Pablo the loudest pop possible, he's earned it. Darius out!
Darius drops the microphone to the mat and raises his right arm into the air, rocking devil horns as the crowd begins to cheer his name again.
Aiello: Wow folks, what a statement from Darius tonight here in his hometown!
Bennett: It’s gonna be bad news for everyone here when he’s ready to make his big comeback!
Aiello: Folks, we are kicking things off right here but in just a moment we have our first match of the evening!
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FOR ANOTHER CRACK AT THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP!
[SINGLES MATCH, WINNER EARNS FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT HARDCORE REVOLUTION]
 | VS |  |
| Caleb Scott | Zack Tyler |
We return to ringside where Josh Daniels stands ready.
Aiello: Our first match tonight is for a guaranteed shot at the FX Broadcast Championship! Both of these men are hungry, but both have tasted defeat at the hands of Rebel Rhodes before. In the leadup to their own Hardcore Revolution, you have to think neither is going to bring anything but their BEST tonight, Steve! Caleb Scott. Zack Tyler. Who have you got?
Bennett: I tell you, Joe, these are some hard ass sons o' bitches. This one could go either way, but we are in here for a hot opening contest here in Albany. Let's get it on!
Stroup: The following match is for one fall! Joining us first, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds ... ZACK TYLER!
The lights go dark as an image of Zack in seen backstage. By now on the entrance stage, fog machines are covering the platform. He stares into the camera with a deep soul stare before the camera fades. Just before the camera cuts off, a quick glimpse of a Red circle with a Red Left hand palm print is seen. Zack's [3:14] music then plays. At the [:17] mark, a Red flash of light illuminates the entrance stage and again at the [:20] mark. At the [:27] mark, Zack rolls out slowly on a skateboard dressed in a Black full length coat with his arms folded over his chest. As he approaches the ring, the skateboard rolls under the ring as he rolls under the bottom rope onto his stomach. The ringside camera catches an up-close image of Zack as he smiles and blood protrudes from his mouth down his chin. Slithering into the corner, he grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, removing his coat. His music by now has looped or replayed until he folds his hands together as if praying. His eyes roll in the back of his head and the lights come up to normal.
Stroup: And his opponent, from St. Cloud, Minnesota, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds ... CALEB SCOTT!
Lights go black as Ze Nigmar plays. Lights stay off as song intro plays. Once the drums in the song start, a single beam of light from above the ring shoots to the stage as Caleb Scott rises from the floor through a ring of white smoke. No longer on his knee, Caleb stands there for a few seconds looking at the crowd. Caleb begins to slowly walk to the ring as a short row of fire ignites on either side of the entrance ramp. As Caleb goes up the steps and into the ring, the single beam of light following him the entire time. He stands in the middle of the ring, facing the camera, as the ring fills with smoke before the lights turn back on.
Aiello: If my eyes don't deceive me, this is a slightly different look for Caleb Scott tonight. He's arrived kneeling in every other match prior; tonight, he's standing proud. Some might say... defiant? A message to his mysterious Order, perhaps?
Bennett: Scott's his own man. You love to see it.
DING DING DING
In a complete reversal from their last bout, it's Zack Tyler who acts first in this one. He goes from zero to a hundred in short order, exploding across the ring into a dropkick that launches Caleb Scott into the ropes. Scott holds on with his arms, his feet leaving the ground as he almost falls to the outside, and Tyler is there to meet him with a storm of punches! With his opponent tied up, the slightly smaller man is able to maintain the upper hand, and leaps up onto Scott's shoulders, spinning around to hit a reverse Huracanrana to the outside!
It's blocked! Caleb Scott rips his arms free, holds Zack's legs in place, and drops to his knees, firmly introducing his skull to the apron. Tyler ragdolls to the outside, landing in a sickening fashion but slowly clawing to his way upright with a determined gaze as Scott remains in the ring, hunkered down in the center in a squat, staring a hole through his opponent.
The count reaches five and they're still in a staredown, each willing the other to move first. Six... seven... last time, Caleb broke into pursuit. This time, he remains steadfast. At the count of eight and a half, Zack curses and slides back into the ring, right to his feet where they meet in the center and trade strikes. Tyler goes under a sharp clothesline, drives an elbow to the midsection, and then spins out to take Scott down with a hip toss. Scott rolls through it, and turns to catch an onrushing Tyler with a huge spine buster into the corner!
Aiello: Wow, look at the power there from Caleb Scott!
Bennett: That’s gotta take a hell of a lot out of Zack Tyler!
Scott actually has the crowd behind him, shooting them an amused glance as he mounts the middle rope and rains down heavy blows on Tyler. Zack manages to block the last of these, slides between his legs and catches him with a backslide pin!
ONE
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T-- KICKOUT!
Caleb Scott surges straight to his feet, rears back into a superkick that Tyler barely evades, wide-eyed. He scooches back and whips his own body into a brutal spin, his heel going high as he lashes out with his own 666 kick, looking for the surprise knockout-- but he doesn't get all of it, as Scott turns into the momentum of the blow, rotating off his feet momentarily but landing to rush straight in with a spear that about breaks Tyler in half! He takes mount, and digs in with body blows before roaming back toward the head, but his opponent is ready...
Zack Tyler catches an arm, hyper-extends it and uses it to lever Caleb from off of him, sweeping into an armbar and then floating over to seize a chicken wing on the second arm. With Scott all tied up, he flips over to apply his ZT Stretch! Caleb Scott is in trouble! His grunts exude pure pain as he fights back, struggling to slide the pair of them across the canvas, inch-by-inch...
His hand closes on the bottom rope! Josh Daniels dives in to make the break. Tyler holds to the count of four before releasing, wiping his mouth as he stands, right into another bloody-minded staredown with Scott. They come face-to-face, head-to-head, shunting each other into the middle of the ring...
Aiello: Things getting really heated here between Caleb and Zack!
Bennett: I can’t say I blame them! Only one can move on to go for the gold at Hardcore Revolution!
Scott breaks the stalemate, seizing a grapple and gaining the upper hand, trying to force Tyler's head down between his legs. Zack drops FLAT, falling out of the hold before it's established, whipping a leg out to trip Scott then kipping up to his feet. Scott shoves himself upright, and eats a kick to the head that he takes with a grunt and a stagger, holding onto the offending foot! He surges forward, pushing Zack Tyler toward the ring post. Tyler falls away, and Scott almost collides with the turnbuckle, barely catching himself in time!
Tyler hits the ropes, storms in on the recovering Scott with a kick to the gut, preparing to set up an end to this match. Scott powers right into the kick, cutting it short and bringing his head in for a thudding collision with Zack's! He follows up with a thrust to the throat, then rears into another superkick! Tyler is LAUNCHED. Caleb Scott dives after him, railing in with stomps, pausing with his hands on the ropes, staring at the ramp for a second before he bends to scoop Tyler up over his shoulders. Powerfully, purposefully, Caleb steps into the center of the ring...
And swings Zack around, head towards the underside of the opposite arm, keeping hold of the legs as he drops his foe brutally onto the back of his neck! FINAL RESTING PLACE!
Scott leans back, rolling Tyler over, and runs a hand across his throat as he makes the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall ... CALEB SCOTT!
Caleb Scott stands over the fallen Zack Tyler, heaving a couple of breaths, his nostrils flaring as he seems momentarily to consider something more. He's snapped out of it as his arm is raised by Josh Daniels and then, with Ze Nigmar howling menacingly through the arena, he slides out of the ring and slowly stalks up the ramp, where he disappears into emerging clouds of gray-white smoke.
Aiello: That's two for two, a big statement by Caleb Scott, and another shot at the FX Broadcast Championship! Scott looked strong out there tonight, Steve. I think Melinda Rhodes could be in for the fight of her life. Is this where her road comes to an end?
Bennett: A goddamn fight no doubt, Joe! Zack Tyler had a few answers for Scott here tonight, but none of them were quite enough to set him off-balance. Caleb Scott is a man on a mission, and that leads him to Hardcore Revolution and quite possibly through the champ. Can't wait.
Aiello: What an opening contest to kick things off here on Monday Night BRAWL! Up next we have—wait a minute…
As Caleb’s music continues to play it is soon interrupted by…
#THIS IS MY KINGDOM!!!!
Halestorm’s “Steeple” plays over the house P/A system and out steps the Rebel Star, Melinda Rhodes wearing red leather pants and a matching jacket, silver ankle boots, fingerless gloves, and chrome aviator shades. Sitting on her spike studded shoulder is the EWC FX Broadcast championship! She strides down the aisle to cheering fans, slapping outstretched hands along the way.
Scott looks prepared to fight, half the paint on his face smudged by the in-ring action. Mel motions for a microphone and gets one tossed to her, which she catches and thumbs the switch to address Caleb.
Rebel: Great Job Caleb! Looks like it’s you and me at Hardcore Revolution for the EWC FX Broadcast Championship.
He nods, making the universal belt gesture around his waist. Noticing this, The Rebel nods and shoots him a dangerous little smile.
Rebel: Thing is, hardcore is the butter on my toast… I LOVE going hardcore and at the Revolution? That’s exactly what we’re gonna’ do!
A microphone is tossed to Caleb, who catches it just as Mel does and proceeds to shoot back….
Caleb: Rebel, I hope you’re ready for the fight of your life at Hardcore Revolution because you’re absolutely right about us going hardcore. Sweat and blood will pour from our bodies until one of us can no longer stand. This is my opportunity to right a wrong. You were able to beat me last time we went against each other, but I promise you, that will not happen again. But all things aside, Rebel, I’m looking forward to going to war with you.
Caleb drops the mic and pauses for a second before extending his arm and offering to shake Rebel’s hand. He stands there with a blank expression looking at Rebel with his hand extended. While standing there waiting for Rebel’s response, Amon again walks out onto the stage to look at Caleb with a look of disapproval and disgust at his offering to shake hands. The distance between Caleb and Amon obviously growing.
The Rebel looks over her shoulder at the man standing on the stage with a bit of a smirk, then looks back to Caleb and takes his hand with a firm shake.
Rebel: Make all the promises you like, but know this, I’m the lightning that strikes twice. I just hope your friend there don’t prove a problem because if he steps in? He’s getting a Rebel ass whuppin!
Caleb now stares up at Amon, his gaze so fierce it could cut right through Amon. Amon stares back briefly before slowly walking backwards and leaving the stage. Caleb’s gaze returns to the Rebel’s and he gives her a cool nod of understanding as we move to a commercial break.
A SONG OF VIOLENCE AND BRUTALITY!
[SINGLES MATCH]
  | VS |  |
| King Flip | Iggy Swango |
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by for our next match!
Aiello: And now we have the number one contender to the EWC International Championship squaring off against a fellow former champ in Iggy Swango!
Bennett: Time to see if Swango can carry a tune here tonight, or if Flip cuts the chord!
Stroup: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 145 pounds ... IGGY SWAAANGOOO!
The guitar strums of "Moonage Daydream" echo through the arena as the lights dim low. Strobe lights begin to flash on stage. Soon, Iggy Swango walks from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. She pauses, adjusts her sun glasses, before making her way down the ramp. Its a slow deliberate walk, as she is clearly vibing to the music. After entering the ring, She looks up to the ceiling, and throws her hands up in a classic rock and roll pose. 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. 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 once more.
Stroup: And her opponent, from the land of money and fame, weighing in at 220 pounds ... KIIING FLIP!
K I N G F L I P zooms from right to left across the X-Tron and is followed swiftly by a small pyro. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest, head low, emerges from the curtain. He gets to the edge of the rampway when he lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile. The lyrics chime in as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. He slides into the ring and leans against the turnbuckle with arms agape as his theme plays. He turns to the his opponent ready for the action to start as his theme fades.
DING DING DING
The two competitors slowly circle the ring. Flip is the first to shoot forward, but Swango scouts it and snaps her opponent to the canvas in a flourish. She locks in a Fujiwara armbar but they're too close to the ropes. The King is able to snatch the bottom rope with a swiftness. Swango breaks the hold after a quick three count from the referee. Her opponent is slow to his feet but
fights back as she comes at him. Another quick spin and this time it's Swango on the mat locked into a Fujiwara armbar. Once again the ropes are too close and the rope break is called but King Flip waits until the referee gets nearly all the way to five before releasing the hold. He spins to his feet a gives a disrespectful boot to the back of Swango's head before giving her space to get up. He stays focused on the shoulder as they lock up in the center of the ring. He grips her arm into a hammerlock. Swango uses the ropes for balance before leaping into a reverse ddt attempt. Flip uses the ropes to keep himself off the canvas and Iggy hoisted on his shoulder. Powerslam by the King. Swango is quickly back to her feet and Flip is able to catch her in a chickenwing crossface away from the ropes. King Flip plays to the crowd a bit as he works the shoulder and neck of his opponent. Swango yanks back and blasts Flip in the face with a back elbow, stunning the man. It isn't enough to break the hold so she goes for another. His grip loosens, but just as she's about to break free he pulls back and suplexes her out of the ring. Swango is just able to catch the top rope and land on the ring apron.Aiello: A fierce exchange between these two so far. It looks like Flip thinks he's in the clear here, he doesn't realize Swango landed on the ring apron.
Bennett: Oh, he'll figure it out when she catches him with a boot to the mouth.
The Ol' CHK gets to his feet and looks shocked to see Swango on the ring apron. He goes for her and takes a shoulder block to the midsection. She gets up and grabs hold of her opponent. It looks like she's going to attempt to suplex the both of them right out of the ring, but Flip flails his feet about to stop the action. He's able to reverse it into a suplex of his own and holds her vertically in the air for several seconds. He resets his footing and is about to drop her down when she slips out of the hold and lands behind him. Ripcord roundhouse kick to the face! Flip hits the canvas and rolls out of the ring furious with himself. Iggy takes chase after him, pelting him with kicks to the legs and midsection as he stumbles toward the steel steps. He's bent over the steel as Swango takes a few steps back. She charged forward for a knee strike, but once again Flip spins out of the way and Iggy slams knee first into the steel hard. She topples over the steps and lands on her back on the other side. The crowd audibly winces at the action as Flip stumbles around toward his opponent. She's just able to use the ring apron to get back to her feet as Flip grips her from behind. German suplex to the thinly-padded concrete. He spins up and slides into the ring, ushering the referee to start a ten count.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...
Swango stirs on the ground, getting to one knee.
FIVE...
SIX...
Iggy jolts to her feet and slides into the ring. Flip is right there rushing her, but she catches him with a snap ddt out of nowhere. She yanks both of his legs up for the quick pin attempt.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Flip kicks out with authority. Swango is, however, much faster to her feet. She goes to pick Flip up and walks right into a small package.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Swango is able to readjust the pinning predicament into her favor. Now it's Swango on top of Flip.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Flip kicks out again. This time he's a little swifter on his feet and catches Iggy Swango in a school boy.
ONE!
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Flip snags a handful of tights!
TWO!
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No! Kick out by Iggy Swango just in the nick of time.
Aiello: A handful of back and forth pinning attempts there. Flip looked like he would even resort to cheating to score this victory against Iggy Swango. Sending a message to International Champion Xavier Reid is just that important to him.
Bennett: As it should be. Swango ain't no slouch and you gotta think Reid has this match in the back of his mind as he prepares for that X-Division match later on tonight.
Flip holds his thumb an pointer ever so close to one another, taunting Iggy Swango. She fires back by making a reference to what the man has in his tights. Flip turns to the crowd and laughs which gives an opening to Swango. She catches him with another roundhouse to the dome. She hits the ropes and connects with the running knee to the midsection, taking Flip down to the canvas. She gets into position for a handstand knee drop but the King slips away at the last second. Once again Swango bounces off that knee. She tries to get herself vertical fast enough to keep the pressure on King Flip but he's just a little bit faster. Snap suplex. Swango hits the canvas hard. Flip rolls his legs over, keeping his grip and lifting his opponent. Another snap suplex. It looks like he's going for a hat trick, lifting Swango once again. He adjusts their footing before snap suplex number three right into the turnbuckles. The crowd audibly winces once again. He stalks as Swango is slumped over for a moment. K.I.N.G! Pin!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall KIIING FLIP!
Aiello: Tough one for Iggy Swango tonight, as King Flip makes a statement ahead of his title challenge at Hardcore Revolution!
Bennett: Here’s hoping Iggy can bounce back after this, but man is Flip ready to go!
Flip has his arm raised by the referee for a moment before dropping to one knee and extending a hand to Iggy Swango. She glares at him as he says something to her. It takes her a moment but she accepts the hand and Flip lifts her up. He raises her hand into the air and points with his free hand. The crowd applauds the athleticism of both competitors. Swango slowly takes her leave with a very slight limp. Flip, on the other hand, gets a microphone from a stage hand.
Bennett: Are we about to find out the stipulation for Hardcore Revolution?
King Flip paces the ring.
King Flip: Ladies and gentlemen... I think I still have to make ONE THING...
Crowd: PERFECTLY... FUCKING... CLEAR...
King Flip: Y'see, Iggy Swango is a hell of a competitor. But I've still got another fight right around the corner that we're all looking forward to.
The crowd roars at the insinuation of the title match at Hardcore Revolution. A graphic pops up on the X-Tron with both men side-by-side, reading 'Xavier Reid vs King Flip' and 'International Championship Match' underneath. Below that, as Flip points out, are a score of question marks as to what the stipulation of the match will be.
King Flip: Now, you're all wondering what it is this cooky brain of mine may have concocted this time. It seems a steel cage wasn't enough to put either of us away for good last time, so maybe we'll have to take that up a notch.
The graphic on the screen changes. A hell in the cell cage takes the backdrop and replaces the previous question marks. The crowd explodes.
King Flip: I can't help but realize that there is just a certain something missing from that. Not to mention the fact that at last year's Hardcore Revolution, we saw yours truly take out Callie Clarke in the world's first ever Hard Times match. So maybe...
The graphic changes once again. Now the backdrop is Alcatraz Island with a Las Vegas motif. The caption reads 'Hard Times in Las Vegas' and the crowd once again goes through the roof in jubilation.
King Flip: Or, Hell, maybe I say screw all that. Maybe I say we need to treat Xavier Reid exactly how he's been acting and have the world's first 'Put The Baby in the Corner' match!
The graphic changes to depict Xavier Reid in a bonnet with a pacifier in his mouth. It also shows Flip with a belt in his hand and an angrier look on his face. The crowd isn't into this one as much, but there is some mild laughter and cheering.
King Flip: Rest assured, ladies and gentlemen... that by the end of the night, I'll have an answer. Our match at Hardcore Revolution will have a fitting stipulation. And we'll be one step closer to these eight letters being etched across championship gold once again. Have a great night, New York. I'll see you later!
Aiello: Well folks, it seems we’ll have to find out what Flip’s plan is later tonight, but up next we have tag team action as Gabi Vee returns to team with the United States Champion Darna Dare, against Paramount’s number one contenders to the Tag Team Championship in the Halo Syndicate!
'Machinegun' by Portishead hits the public announce system as Flip exits the ring before we move to a commercial break.
Am I Brave Enough?
Am I Strong Enough?
Am I Strong Enough?
The Albany crowd roars as Gabrielle Visconty walks out of the back and stops at the top of the ramp.
Visconty: Hello Albany!!
The crowd cheers back as Gabi smiles.
Visconty: You all miss me?
The crowd continues the cheering as Gabi's smile slowly fades to a more serious expression.
Visconty: You’ve all seen me stuck on the unable to compete list for too long… Well, that ends tonight! Jim Connors, you’ve done your best to throw me off the International title hunt. You were quick to yank MY International title out of my hands and vacate it, tossing it like a bone back to Mr. Reid. How is that working out for you now?! How are your ratings doing now that Xavier has ‘reclaimed’ the International title and proceeded to beat the hell out of Peach Gelato? How does it feel to watch Chris Brock make a true GM call to get Xavier into some kind of counseling? So, after Hardcore Revolution I am asking for you to make a call: You either put me back into the International title chase or release me from my Brawl contract!!
She yells into the mic as she starts to pace the entrance ramp. The Albany crowd has a mixed reaction to her demand, but Gabi doesn’t seem to care.
Bennett: What a spoiled brat! I hope Connors fires her.
Aiello: Wow! What a demand from Gabrielle.
Visconty: You think I haven’t noticed that I am strangely missing from the Brawl Superstars on the show's opening sequence?! Being a two time International Champion for this brand isn’t good enough to land on that list?!!!
The crowd murmurs as Gabi stops and holds her hands out for some kind of answer.
Aiello: She does have a valid point there.
Bennett: You don’t come out and make demands from our GM. The GM puts who he feels deserves to be on there in that sequence.
Visconty: If you don’t want me here all you have to do is say so, I still got Duggan and Brock’s numbers on my phone. Shit, I am sure I can get Price as well.
There is a mix of cheers and boos as the crowd is mostly divided on what she is saying.
Visconty: You’ve pushed me into this corner… You’ve sidelined me. You’ve completely removed me from the International title scene… I am not asking for an immediate shot at the International title, I just want my chance to be back in the hunt for it. You want me to earn it all over again, fine. You want me out of here, fine. You let me know.
Gabi drops the mic and makes her way toward the ring as her music plays once more.
Aiello: Gabi Vee making serious demands tonight.
Bennett: Demands? That was a temper tantrum! I hope Connors fines her and then fires her… The nerve.
Aiello: We will have to wait and see if Connors responds to this tonight or not. We know Gabi came back to Brawl from Rampage when she won the International title from Darius at WrestleFest XVIII. Would she jump brands again?
Bennett: Who cares. Good riddance, I say. Brawl doesn't need her pissing and moaning every time something doesn't go her way.
A SPECIAL INTERBRAND TAG BOUT!
[TAG TEAM MATCH
 | VS | | & |  |
| The Halo Syndicate | Gabrielle Visconty | Darna Dare |
We return to ringside where the crowd is going crazy. Paul Turner is standing in the corner as "We Love Halo" chants start booming through the crowd.
Aiello: It's almost time to see Rampage and Brawl to make a rare team up against a team from Paramount. I am excited about this one.
Bennett: On one hand, I feel sorry for the Samson sisters. They earn their shot at the tag titles but before getting there. They have to go through a very game Gabi Visconty. This should be interesting.
Stroup: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing in at 124 pounds ... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!
Gabi of course is already approaching the ring at this point, smirking out to the crowd before she springboards herself gracefully into the ring. She paces the ring and works the crowd a bit before she heads to her corner.
Stroup: And her tag team partner, from Sugbu, Philippines, weighing in at 113 pounds ... DARNA DARE!
Darna emerges amidst coils of thick, gray smoke, her hood raised and gaze trained upon the ring. One hand is hooked into the corner of the US Championship, which hangs crooked across her waist. Bold steps carry her into a dive through the ropes, where she rolls and comes up balanced on her hands, spine curved dramatically and legs extended, toes pointed in line with her determined glare. A few scuttling hand-steps are taken in this bizarre signature pose, before she thrusts her feet forward and flips to standing, rising in a distorted gymnast's salute, then a flamboyant bow to the crowd; a devilish grin gracing her lips. The title gleams as she removes it, still staring into the audience, and hands it off to a hooded, masked assistant on the outside of the ring.
Stroup: And their opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at a combined 247 pounds ... THE HALO SYNDICATE!
The opening beats of "Want to Want Me" by Jason Derulo starts playing over the sound system as a blonde woman steps through the curtain holding a go pro camera in her hand. She moves it around before turning to show Carrie and Nina walking out right behind her. The crowd is going nuts as Carrie and Nina are waving their hands at the crowd. They start sprinting down the ramp as the blonde woman just follows them down the ramp. Carrie and Nina are posing on the turnbuckles.
DING DING DING
Darna elects to start for her team as Carrie does the same. Darna shrugs her shoulders as she comes running at Carrie. Carrie sidesteps her as Darna smacks the ropes and gets caught on the rebound by a swinging heel kick. Darna drops down as Carrie looks toward Gabi before backing up a bit. She does two back handsprings before tucking her knees into her chest and landing flush onto Darna's sternum. Carrie quickly stands back up while doing a gymnast pose. Gabi slowly claps her hands as Carrie drags Darna back up to her feet. Carrie flips Darna over and tags Nina into the fray. Carrie steps onto Darna's back before bounding off the ropes. Both Carrie and Nina smash their knees simultaneously into the front and back of her head. Carrie quickly exits the ring as Nina runs toward the ropes.
As she bounces off them, Darna drops down in front of her allowing Nina to step over her. This allows Nina to bounce off the opposite side but that proves to be problematic as Darna rises to her feet quickly and delivers a beautiful dropkick which knocks Nina down.
Aiello: Hard dropkick there from the United States Champion!
Bennett: Nina’s down but she looks poised to bounce right back, Joe!
Darna quickly hops back up to her feet and drags Nina over to the corner. She tags Gabi in who jumps into the ring and lands with an elbow across her chest. Gabi then runs toward the ropes, leaps into the air and drops a knee down across the chest. Gabi picks Nina up and shoots her off toward the ropes. Gabi goes for a back elbow but Nina ducks under it. Gabi doesn't let that bother her as she catches Nina in a tilt a whirl but Nina counters with an armdrag sending Gabi across the ring. This allows Nina to tag Carrie back into the ring.
After doing so, Nina draps Gabi across the top rope while holding her legs. Carrie nods her head as she bounces off the ropes, leapfrogs over her sister and lands with all of her bodyweight down across the lower back of Gabi. Gabi let's out a yell as Carrie pulls her from the ropes. She proceeds to slam her knee down across the spine before locking in a modified camel clutch.
Aiello: Oh my, Carrie with that nasty submission hold!
Bennett: Do it, Carrie! Make Gabi humble right in the middle of that ring!
Gabi eventually makes it to the bottom rope as Carrie breaks the hold immediately. Carrie grabs Gabi by the shoulders ane hoists her up to a vertical base. Carrie then flings Gabi across the ring with a monkey flip. Gabi lands awkwardly on her wrist as Carrie tags in Nina. Darna is still slumped in the corner as Carrie charges at her and connects with a suicide spear sending both ladies crashing to the floor.
Nina looks to pick Gabi up but Gabi counters with a jawbreaker. Nina staggers backwards as Gabi springs off the ropes and connects with The Big Come Down. Gabi quickly gets up to her feet and scales to the top rope. Nina is still prone as Gabi connects with The Falling. As she pops up, she positions herself on Nina's chest while holding the legs in the air.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall DARNA DARE AND GABRIELLE VISCONTY!
Gabi Vee quickly rises to her feet while clutching her wrist close to her chest. She gets her hand raised before helping Nina Samson up off the canvas. Darna Dare is staggering up the ramp as Carrie just watches her.
Aiello: Gabi Vee fought through the pain and made it happen. Darna Dare probably doesn't even know where she is at the moment. The Halo Syndicate have nothing to be ashamed of because they are still the number one contenders to the tag titles.
Bennett: I feel that Gabi used this match to stick it to Jim Connors. Carrie and Nina are a legitimate threat to Southern Express and they proved it even in a loss.
Aiello: Agreed, Halos will look to regroup after that as they gear up for their Tag Team Championship match against the Southern Express! In the meantime, we have quite a bit in store here on Monday Night BRAWL as coming up next, Antoni Malietoa takes on Xavier Reid in X-Division Falls Count Anywhere action! Don’t go away folks!
Camera cuts to ...
Cameras pan backstage until they land on Dio walking the halls. The crowd gives a mild reaction to him wearing the referee stripes, but they pop loudly when he bumps into King Flip.
King Flip: Dio! Just the man I've been looking for. You look pretty good in those stripes.
Dio is about to say something when Flip drops his bag and quickly unzips it, pulling out a rolled black shirt.
King Flip: But lemme tell ya... I think you'd look a lot better... in this!
Flip has a ta-da moment. He unrolls the shirt as he stands up, revealing a clearly photoshopped rendition of the classic King Kong image. The big monkey's head has been replaced with Dio's face, the screaming woman in King Kong's hands has been replaced entirely with an image of Flip, and the Empire State building has been replaced with an eggplant emoji. The bottom of the shirt reads 'King Dong.' The crowd cheers and laughs. Dio looks skeptically amused as well, but just as he's about to say something he is cut off once again. Flip tosses the shirt over Dio's shoulder and pats it down.
King Flip: Hey, I gotta go, man... I've got the big reveal for Hardcore Revolution coming up... but think about it!
Flip walks off before Dio can respond. We're left with Dio taking the shirt off his shoulder to give it a second look with a grin on his face. He looks back at Flip as the scene fades out.
We move to a commercial break.
THE ANGRY MAN OPENS HIS MOUTH AND SHUTS HIS EYES!
[X-DIVISION FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH, NON-TITLE]
 | VS |  |
| Antoni Malietoa | Xavier Reid |
We return to ringside where a large contingent of fans in the front row have donned cheap plastic Gabrielle Visconty masks. Chants have already started in favor of the Great Warrior, and most of the crowd who aren't chanting are stomping and clapping furiously.
Aiello: Wow! Albany is on fire for this one, Steve!
Bennett: As they should be. Xavier Reid and Antoni Malietoa have clashed many times, but never quite like this. The Great Warrior has thrown down a goddamn challenge; and we have confirmation from the back that this is gonna be an X-Division match. Falls count anywhere. This got interesting.
Aiello: As if that wasn't enough, we're joined by a special guest commentator. It seems safe to assume this scene at ringside is his doing - it's the Benchmark of Brawl, King Flip!
Flip: I don't know what you mean, Aiello. Let's see what Stroup has to say.
Stroup: The following match is a falls count anywhere match, under X-Division rules!
Fog engulfs the entrance ramp, highlighted by green lights as "Be Somebody" by Fort Minor begins to play throughout the arena. From the smoke emerges Antoni Malietoa with his eyes wide and arms out to his sides.
Stroup: Making his way to the ring from Apia, Samoa by way of Auckland, New Zealand weighing in at two hundred and fifty four pounds ... he is The Great Warrior ... ANTONI ... MALI-E-TOA!
As the fog clears, Antoni takes a step forward as he psychs him self up with a yell. 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.
The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out.
Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage in his new black trunks, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape with the EWC International Championship around his waist and following him out is ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy follows from behind bearing a steel chair, which he jukes toward the camera with a playful grin. Tommy points to the ring as Xavier walks towards the ring shadow boxing as he makes his way down the aisle. Xavier storms up the steps and climbs into the ring, Tommy follows suit and walks towards the referee, already complaining about the masked fans. Xavier storms across the ring to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope and looks over the crowd and once again crosses his arms into an X.
Stroup: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love, from New York, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds ... He is the EWC International Champion ... XAVIER REID!
To the jeers of the crowd, Xavier hops down and walks over to have a few words with Tommy. Love wears a frown as the pair of them glance toward KU, who folds his arms menacingly. Xavier points to the back, before unhooking his championship belt and trading off with Tommy, turning to the ring armed with the steel chair as his manager makes his way to the back, clearly frustrated.
Flip: This bouts about to get uglier than my sister. Here we go!
DING DING DING
There's no more time wasted. Malietoa barely has time to beckon Reid on before the champion crosses the ring in an angry blur, absolutely waffling the bigger man with the steel chair! Antoni staggers backward, pointing at his Samoan skull with a fierce grin, and answers Reid's astonished stare with a thudding forearm right between the eyes. Reid goes down! Far from out, though, he scrambles at the mat to get away from Antoni as he gives pursuit, trying to grip an ankle. Reid turns around, and kicks out with both feet, connecting with the Great Warrior's jaw.
At ringside, KU slams both hands on the apron, warning his tag partner to be more careful. Antoni shakes his head, backing off under the assault of Reid, who's on his feet throwing sharp kicks and chops, driving the big man back into the corner. Covering up as best he can, Malietoa mostly toughs out the assault, before dropping low and cleaving in with a spear to Reid's midsection! The champ sprawls out, striving to out-grapple the Samoan as he keeps his feet, face flushed with the effort. It's not enough; Antoni powers out, and spins around with his grip still around Reid's waist, slinging him into the turnbuckle post. Reid twists in mid-air, his ribs catching the post before he tumbles up and over, barely avoiding a headfirst collision on the apron as he drops to the floor.
The crowd absolutely lose their minds as Malietoa takes a run-up and follows Reid with a vaulting dive out of the corner, catching him halfway to his feet with a monstrous flying clothesline!
Aiello: Wow, Antoni just nailing the champ with that clothesline!
Bennett: Definitely living up to the Great Warrior moniker there, Reid’s gonna need to get his head back in the game kick!
King Flip: There's nothing more entertaining than watching Xavier Reid get his ass beat.
Both men get to their feet, and it's Antoni who understandably leads the dance now, striking with forearms and hooking Reid up for a belly-to-belly suplex. Reid manages to counter, connecting with a knee, then reversing the underhooks to spin clean around the Great Warrior and bring him to the floor with an acrobatic spinning sit-out piledriver, folding the big man in half! Reid stumbles to his feet, gasping for air, and catches sight of the many Visconty masks.
Suddenly shaking head to toe, Reid repeatedly slams his palm against his own temple, forcing himself to focus, muttering a crazed pep talk that gives Malietoa time to rise and lunge toward him. Wide-eyed and frantic, Xavier senses his opponent coming and falls backwards into a Pelé Kick! Again he connects with the forehead, and again Malietoa refuses to go down, scooping his opponent up by a handful of hair. Reid counters again, this time going straight to the legs, scything away with several kicks that buckle the Great Warrior and open him up for a huge roundhouse kick to the skull! This time, it's enough. Samoan skull be damned, Malietoa goes down.
Reid is grinning ear-to-ear, as he dives under the apron and pulls out a pile of chairs. Pulling one from the middle of the pile, the others scattering across ringside, Reid rounds up and delivers a big strike to the grounded Warrior's head, then brings the chair screaming overhead for several rapid shots to the targeted leg. He only relents once he grows tired, falling to his knees beside Antoni. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he hisses, before staring up with wide, crazed eyes at the nearby fans, promising more loudly, "I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!!!"
Aiello: Oh come on Reid! Don’t do this!
Bennett: He’s in the heat of battle Joe, and you’ve seen where his head’s been at! Ain’t that right, Flip?
King Flip: Big words, let's see if he delivers.
Having said his piece, Reid starts to pick up his opponent, who plays possum halfway to his feet, before lashing out with a couple of open palms to the midsection. With Reid momentarily off-guard, he rises to his full height, hits a stiff headbutt that further opens up his own bloodied forehead, and then whips Xavier toward the barricade. The champion is dazed, but reacts instinctively, throwing out a hand to catch the corner post and using the fulcrum to whip his body around away from the encroaching barricade! A foot finds the apron, and he vaults off into a clean sprint back toward Malietoa, screaming all the way!
The Great Warrior is no less ready. Xavier is met with a scoop powerslam, cleaved into the ground as his opponent instantly finds his own feet, roaring his own intent out to the crowd - who respond by cheering all the louder in his favor! A beat later, REID IS UP TOO. His shoulders are quaking, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he drives in toward Malietoa, forehead meeting forehead, stare matching stare. They begin to trade strikes around the outside, brawling their way past all four corners, before Malietoa gains the upper hand and catches Reid with the belly-to-belly he countered earlier, launching him not just into - but again, up and over the barricade!
Reid lands dazed and surrounded by a sea of staring Gabrielle Visconty masks...
Flip: That'll leave a mark.
Aiello: What in the world!?
Bennett: I can’t believe these fans would trigger a man already on edge like this!
There's a brief hint of fear in Xavier Reid as he looks from face to identical face, his mouth working to respond to this very real apparition. With a contorted sneer, fear turns to anger, and Malietoa is forced to deal with a veritable missile of pure force, as Reid turns and runs at him again, springing onto the barricade mid-step and coming off it with a brisk rotation of his body, hitting a clean crossbody on the larger man! Xavier keeps rolling, finding his feet and darting back to his grounded opponent. Enraged to action, Reid makes picking up the giant look positively easy, hooking up his head and lifting him into place...
For a CTE! The brain buster suplex right onto the apron. The impact is HORRIFIC. Malietoa drops like a sack of potatoes, and Reid momentarily struggles for breath against the apron before falling to his knees and pulling the Samoan up for a series of wild crossface blows, blood spraying with each subsequent strike. Malietoa's eyes roll up, showing only whites for a moment, before his warrior spirit brings him snapping back to consciousness. Reid pauses before drawing back another blow, and is suddenly met with a snapping back-headbutt to the nose! And another! Cr-UNCH!
Reid sprawls out, blood pouring from his nostrils, clawing to rise only to be beaten in his efforts by the re-risen Warrior, who raises his arms dramatically overhead before bending to pick Reid up and toss him over his burly shoulders. He parades in front of the crowd for a moment, nodding his head to pump them up, then turns and drops Reid right against the apron, sandwiching him between the full weight of the ring and a two hundred and fifty pound ass-kicker!
Malietoa isn't done, picks Reid up again for a headbutt and then bum-rushes him underneath the bottom rope. Following him back in, he's limping from the earlier attacks to his leg, and is just a little slow to capture Xavier again before the champion manages to slither across the ring and instinctively grab the bottom rope. Antoni just laughs, wagging his finger 'no, no, no' and grabbing Reid to YANK him free. The smaller man is thusly flung, but manages to land into a roll, comes up hitting the ropes and runs back in with a massive leg lariat, dropping the big man.
Reid is possessed by purpose, practically bouncing back to his feet, eyes locking instantly onto the chair he dropped at the start of the match. He bends to pick it up, grinning sadistically at Malietoa.
Flip: Get up, Samoa.
Aiello: Reid looks like he could very well finish the Warrior off here, folks!
Bennett: The champ is in full control!
Xavier can't resist taking a few stomps at the downed Samoan, calling his next shot as he drives his boots at that injured leg, before starting to fold the chair around the limb. Malietoa's face is a bloody rictus of pain, but he manages to fight off the attempt, pulling Reid down and striking with those meaty forearms to stagger the champion. With Xavier on his knees, he untangles the chair and - with the urging of KU at ringside - swings it right for the face!
It's a thunderous shot, leaving Reid down in a rapidly-accumulating pool of his own blood as Malietoa roars and rises to his feet, holding aloft the chair. The crowd are FIRMLY behind him, chanting his name to the rafters, and he seems incensed - determined to give them the violence they crave. With purpose, he unfolds the chair and sets it up. Reid still seems to be out, and so Antoni lifts him off the floor like a baby, hooking him up into the pumphandle position, and then spins out, savagely, brutally, hauling Reid aloft and DRIVING him into the ready chair! RESURRECTION!!!
The chair falls sideways, legs bent and a huge dent in the seat from Reid's devastating collision. Malietoa rises to his feet and shakes the ropes, the MVP Arena erupting in appreciation, as KU slams a hand on the apron, pointing insistently at the down-and-out form of the International Champion! Antoni, pouring with sweat and soaked in blood, turns to make the cover...
ONE
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TWO
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TH-- NO!!!
XAVIER REID KICKS OUT! XAVIER REID IS ALIVE! ...and Xavier Reid is still fucking mad. He SURGES to his feet, a hoarse scream spraying blood and saliva as he turns to an astonished, wide-eyed Malietoa and drives a hellstorm of a kick into his chest! Another! A third! Malietoa hits the deck, and Reid grabs his head by both hands, hauling him to his feet, pitching him toward the ropes. Forced to run to stay on his feet, Antoni's leg immediately gives out and he stumbles onto all fours. Reid is ready to respond, hitting the opposite set of ropes and driving forward with a punt kick!
Antoni Malietoa flops over, one arm tangling in the ropes. Reid's own momentum carries him into the ropes, where he briefly sits, gasping, getting up a beat too slowly to stop his opponent slithering out to ringside. KU is there quickly, checking on his partner, urging him to get up and keep fighting. Until he suddenly backs off, his own eyes wide now, to avoid the battered and broken chair spun at him by Reid. It misses, but Reid doesn't; a beat later, he springs off the rope, launching a picture-perfect elbow drop right to the grounded Warrior's chest.
Malietoa is clearly hurt, but Reid has no intention of covering him there. He instead dives for another of the chairs at ringside, keeping KU at bay with it before turning back to his foe. That sick grin emerges anew, and the champion ties up that injured leg, sliding the chair onto it, clamping it like a mousetrap. From there, he takes both of the Great Warrior's arms, turns him face-up, and begins to stomp away on the chair, punctuating each unruly slam with a, "FUCK YOU!"
Malietoa tries to scream, but the pain is too much. His eyes roll up again, and for a moment he falls limp. Reid continues to stomp away, until suddenly he too falls to the canvas, exhausted from the absolute war these two have been through! The official checks on both men and begins a standing ten count!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
FOUR…
It’s become clear that neither man is stirring at this point, but the ref continues.
FIVE…
SIX…
SEVEN…
We see what appears to be movement from the champion…but not enough to get back to his feet!
EIGHT…
NINE…
Antoni is still out cold!
TEN!
The crowd is stunned as the ref calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
The ref rushes over to Stroup to explain the situation before she makes the official announcement.
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has determined that neither man could answer the standing ten count, which means this match has resulted in a ... DRAW!!!
Flip: Wow, what a turn of events from these two! Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me.
The Benchmark of Brawl is out of his seat and away from the commentary desk, as Reid is finally getting back to his feet after this brutal contest, noticing the C-H-K at ringside and immediately firing up in anger. Flip plays spoiler before security can make their way down the ramp, dragging Reid off and pulling him into THE BEHEADING, hitting his spinning Impaler DDT onto the chairs scattered around ringside! Xavier Reid immediately tries to rise but all he manages to do is collapse all the more messily into the tangled mess of steel.
King Flip is focused on the champion, running his mouth and angrily jabbing his finger as KU moves past him to pick up the Great Warrior, passing a nod of respect to Flip. The pair make their way up the ramp to a show of appreciation by the crowd, as the Visconty-masked fans in the front rain a storm of trash and half-eaten concession snacks onto the downed Reid. Antoni and KU pass Tommy Love marching down from the back to retrieve his client, the Black Tree of Sapporo snarling a warning that causes the Memphis Mouthpiece to almost fall off the ramp in his bid to give them a wide berth.
Aiello: We have absolutely broken down at ringside, after one hell of a war between the Great Warrior and that wicked assault by our own deranged lunatic, Xavier Reid! Is this really the man we want as our champion? Hate him or hate him harder, he did put a very game and formidable Great Warrior through the ringer tonight, Steve.
Bennett: Hey, mad respect for the man from Samoa. He's as tough as they come - his three victories over Reid in the past prove that. But what do you do against a crazy son of a bitch who just won't quit? That's the question Flip needs to ask himself heading into Hardcore Revolution.
Aiello: Absolute bedlam leading to the draw tonight, but you know Reid is just angry enough that he WILL look for revenge against King Flip when we head to Vegas! Folks, up next is our main event as Sour Candy takes on the X-Division Champion El Pablo in non-title, X-Division action!
Camera cuts to ...
We cut backstage, where Brawl GM Jim Connors is standing by with a concerned look on his face as he looks over some documents.
Connors: Right…right…quite right. Yes, I understand.
It doesn’t take us long to realize he is, in fact, on the phone, the little earpiece finally clueing us in on the situation as Connors nods his head.
Connors: Right, that is completely fair and understandable. Yes, I’m aware of Gabi’s demands. I’m actually about to address them right n—
Connors stops, noticing that he is on camera.
Connors: Yep, I see it too. Thank you sir, I will talk to you later.
Connors ends the call, collecting himself before speaking up for the crowd and everyone watching at home.
Connors: Greetings, true BRAWLievers! I am very excited for our upcoming Pay-Per-View event exclusive to Monday Night BRAWL as we prepare for Hardcore Revolution! As you know, our main event is set for the EWC International Championship as King Flip challenges Xavier Reid in a match stipulation he is still to announce later tonight! We also have our FX Broadcast Championship set in stone as Rebel Rhodes defends her title once more against Caleb Scott!
The crowd cheers for both of these announcements as Connors continues.
Connors: Now then, with other matches still being solidified for the extravaganza, I’m left with a bit of a conundrum. How do you solve a problem like Visconty? Gabi has made her demands clear tonight, and I’m ready to address them head-on! After much review of her medical situation—and an impressive win earlier tonight in tag team action—I am finally ready to grant her rematch request…AFTER Hardcore Revolution.
A bit of booing from the crowd here, realizing that Connors is continuing to string things along.
Connors: But, and this is VERY important, if she wants to prove to me—and the rest of the world—that she is truly ready to get back in the title hunt, I simply need her to prove she can handle singles competition. So, at Hardcore Revolution we will see Gabrielle Visconty take on the recently-debuted Chelsea Skye, who looks to make a statement at the expense of the former champion! Best of luck to both of you ladies!
Jim simply smiles and waves as we cut to our final commercial of the night!
King Flip: Xavier Reid. While it really sticks a wrench in my crank that you still can't seem to keep Gabrielle Visconty's name out of your mouth for more than five minutes... it got me thinking.
The King begins to pace to one side, then slowly to the other as he continues on.
King Flip: It got me thinking, well, while there's no love lost between the two of us. Visconty would rather throw me over a cliff than admit to the fact that I deserve to be where I am today, well... she hates you almost as much as you hate her... hell, perhaps even more.
Flip stops to face the camera with a smile.
King Flip: So why not have her on as the special guest referee for our title match?
The crowd explodes. King Flip nods in approval of their approval.
King Flip: Oh, but that's not all, my good Reidy boy. We can't have all this pomp and circumstance walking into Hardcore Revolution with just a special guest referee! NAHNAHNAH!! Not when we get to the meeeeean streets of Las Vegas, Nevada! Which brings us to... spin the wheel, make the deal.
Canned applause fills the space. Flip feigns for it to go away for a moment before taking a few steps back to be next to the wheel. It looks like he's about to spin it when he stops at it, but no. He pulls out a small box and slides it open to reveal a longstick match. He strikes the match against the matchbox and holds it under the roulette wheel. The slick wheel quickly lights up. It gets a good blaze going for a moment, the crowd in a shocked murmur as this goes on.
The backstage fire system kicks on when the smoke goes a thick black and the entire wheel is up in flames. A sprinkler system kicks on as the fire alarm sounds throughout the entire arena. Nobody leaves, though, as they can see that the fire is quickly put out. The smoke dissipates and Flip stands there with a smile as it is revealed. The entire wheel now only reads one option, over and over again.
INFERNO MATCH
The smile turns into a chuckle which quickly turns into a bellowed laughter as the camera cuts to a ringside camera. On one side of the X-Tron is Flip laughing, but the other screen is the graphic that Flip teased to several times earlier on in the evening. The Hardcore Revolution graphic with Flip and Reid for the International Championship. The backdrop on the graphic goes up in flames and the question marks for the stipulation do the same, revealing 'Inferno Match. Special Guest Referee: Gabrielle Visconty' underneath. The crowd goes wild for the reveal. Flip is downright cackling at this point as the show returns to ringside for our main event of the evening.
HOW SOUR IS THE ROAD TO GOLD?
[SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE, X-DIVSION RULES, SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE - DIO]
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| Sour Candy | El Pablo |
We return to ringside where Your Crux, Dio is doing a round of the ring, checking the ropes and giving instructions to the remaining crew as they finish up their work disposing of the detritus from the last match.
Aiello: Well, from one veritable bloodbath steeped in history to another, with a bittersweet flavor! El Pablo and the Sweet Treat go way back, Steve, and we have to assume there's going to be a lot of bad blood going into this one. We should also not fail to mention that yes, folks, that's the one and only Dio in the official's shirt tonight. With tension building between him and El Pablo, can we trust him to call this one down the middle? Let's find out.
Bennett: Oh yeah, you ain't looking at the Sweet Treat any more, Joe. Sour Candy is completely different, and you and El Pablo both need to understand that. She ain't your most loved wrestler of the year any more - but you're right, this is gonna get brutal! X-Division, round two!
Stroup: The following match is our main event, and takes place under X-Division rules!
Moments after "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter begins to play throughout the MVP Arena, it suddenly switches into a more metal version of the song done by Risen From Shadows. Despite the boos coming from the crowd, Sour Candy seems unfazed as she walks out with a huge grin. She gives them a sarcastic wave and walks down the aisle.
Stroup: Joining us first, making her way to the ring straight from the Sour Patch, weighing in at # pounds ... SOUR CANDY!!!
As soon as a fan reaches out to touch her, SC jerks her arm out of the way and circles the ring before slipping under the bottom ropes. She stays on her knees and looks toward the entrance (or at her opponent) with the deadliest of stares as she waits for the match to begin.
Stroup: And her opponent, from Puebla City, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, he is the Technicolor Tecnico and the EWC X-Division Champion ... EL PABLO!!!
A cry of “VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!” leads to ‘Party Hard’ by Andrew WK hitting the soundsystem, as the stage and ringside area becomes bathed in flashing, flickering, brightly-coloured lighting. As the main hook hits, El Pablo bursts through the curtain, shoving a colorfully-painted wheelbarrow in front of him. It seems to be filled with equally colorful piñatas. He pauses to pull a pack of Skittles from behind the X-Division Championship belt on his waist, and chugs them like a Steveweiser, before rolling the barrow down to ringside and sliding under the ropes into the ring. To another pop from the adoring crowd, he runs up the turnbuckle and holds the title belt high above his head! After offering a final salute, he hops back down to the canvas, handing his belt to the referee - and doing a comical double-take when he recognises DIO.
The former Indy Champion acknowledges this with no more than a fleeting smirk, all business as he moves into position and runs the match down for the two competitors.
Aiello: Dio seems to be taking this seriously, Steve. You love to see it! Just like we used to love seeing Candy...
DING DING DING
El Pablo smiles across at the ring into a very sour expression, as Candy crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. Not put off in the least, the luchador bounds forward and offers her a brisk handshake that she completely ignores; so the Volando throws up an arm anyway, getting an "Olé!" from the crowd as he begins to bounce on the balls of his feet. His opponent just doesn't seem to be playing, waiting for him to dance in and out of range a few times before diving forward and taking him down with a wristlock, driving her knee into his spine. Pablo struggles against her grip, as she attempts to lock in a choke from behind...
He pops free into a handstand! Sour Candy shoves him firmly in the midsection, and looks to step into a follow-up front dropkick, but he tumbles expertly aside and darts into her flank with a calf kick that resounds like a gunshot. SC scowls, and whips her diminutive frame into a spinning forearm that momentarily levels Pablo! She drops down after him, raking at his eyes with her nails - and Dio is right there to break it up, administering a stern warning as the former Sweet Treat glares at him.
El Pablo takes the opportunity to score a quick roll-up!
ONE
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KICKOUT!
Sour Candy is having none of it, disdainfully rolling her shoulder up and then popping into a handstand of her own to escape fully. El Pablo gives her a brief applause, and she says something that looks decidedly unpleasant in response. The luchador just smiles more widely, darts in to tease the lock-up, and then handily out-grapples the smaller woman, sending her toward the ropes with a positively cheeky spinning headscissor technique!
Candy hits the ropes, gains a *ludicrous* burst of speed, and flies under a flying nothing by El Pablo to catch him with a snap swinging neckbreaker, instantly springing to her feet and into a stunning backflip, bringing both knees crashing down into his chest! She cackles as she stumbles back to her feet, turning and pointing at her opponent then herself, mouthing, 'Anything you can do!'
Aiello: Sour Candy really taking it to the champ here!
Bennett: She is not afraid to really beat the living Skittles out of El Pablo, Joe!
El Pablo shakes his head as he rolls to his feet, stung and wary. Sour Candy twirls her hair and does a little hop-skip that almost gets a pop from the crowd, until she comes to a sudden stop to mean-mug them instead. A little girl in the front row bursts into tears. El Pablo looks heartbroken, and darts forward like a goddamn superhero, going under an attempted roundhouse kick to grab Candy and drop her onto the top rope. She bounces there a moment, looking aghast, as he leapfrogs her and hits a reverse Huracanrana to the outside!
Sour Candy's skull bounces off the floor, as El Pablo pops up and does a victory lap, slapping the hands of fans at ringside, and pausing to take a selfie with the crying girl and her mother, before fishing around in his tights for a slightly sweaty pack of Skittles that he hands off to her. Having become the dashing hero for a brand new El Pablo fan, the Technicolor Tecnico dashes back to where he left Candy - only to find the Sour One has completely vanished. He looks around, confused, as she dives out from under the apron, between his legs, and blindsides him with a length of Sour Glass! Fiberglass dust explodes into El Pablo's eyes, and he scrabbles at his mask, clearly agonizing that he can't simply remove it. Candy grabs his hands and assists by rubbing them against his eyes.
When she pulls back, there's blood streaming from under El Pablo's mask and he's got his hands out like a blind man. SC laughs, bends down to drag a small pile of Sour Glass out from under the ring, and then slips behind El Pablo to take him down into it. At the last second, he counters, spins into a perfect backflip onto her opposite side, and takes Candy down with a vibrant arm drag that sends her skidding through the shattering tubes and into the barricade. The luchador throws an arm aloft - the crowd cheer obligingly - and then follows up with a basement dropkick to the skull! Sour Candy is rattled, lying there momentarily senseless as El Pablo moves toward the wheelbarrow he brought with him, starting to sort through the pile of piñatas, tossing them every which way.
Aiello: Here come the piñatas!
Bennett: Things are getting just a bit looney here, Joe!
Candy fights to her feet on the barricade, spitting some vitriol at the fans who are heckling her and screaming, "WHY, CANDY, WHY?!" El Pablo glances back over his shoulder in time to see her coming on like a freight train! He thinks fast and whips a piñata at her face! It splits open and showers down a rain of Lego bricks, which cause the Sweet Treat to trip over herself and right onto the childish caltrops. El Pablo picks up another piñata and, raising it in both hands, simply stuffs it down over her head! Sour Candy now has a luminous green mule for a head.
"SO-UR DONKEY!" clap-clap-clapclapclap "SO-UR DONKEY!"
Pulling Sour Candy to her feet, El Pablo rolls her back into the ring, and as both stand inside he starts to spin her around until she's dizzy. She's left stumbling around, her own arms out now as the bloody-masked luchador busies himself trying to pick some of the glass shards from his face, and the crowd continue their chant to aggressive, frustrated contortions from the blinded Candy. Finally, she manages to rip the piñata off her head, in a shower of thumbtacks! Many are stuck in her skin, and a trickle of blood runs from her mouth. Staring daggers at the tecnico, she spits out a substantial mouthful of tacks, then gives chase around the ring! He jukes and jives to avoid her clutches, catches her with another calf kick, and then tries to spring off the ropes to take her down. She reverses beautifully, catching him with the Bitter Truth! Both knees thud into Pablo, and he's pitched sideways onto the spat thumbtacks, his spine contorting in pain!
Sour Candy is scowling determinedly as she hops up and springs onto the turnbuckle, twisting through the air as she leaps into the Soured Spiral, sandwiching the luchador between herself and the offending tacks! She's back on her feet swiftly, spitting out a mouthful of blood as she takes a moment to pull tacks from her face. EP uses the ropes to pull himself up, and is ready to send Candy up and over when she charges back in. She lands on the apron, catches him with a stiff forearm, and then tries to pull him into a submission! The Liquorice Twist, through the ropes!?
Aiello: Oh my, can the champ hold on!
Bennett: It’s not lookin’ good, that’s for sure!
El Pablo fights back, slipping out of the hold twice before he manages to fully escape, catching SC with a mulekick to the lower ribs and stumbling away from the ropes. She gasps but doesn't go down, barely holding on as she teeters out over the wheelbarrow full of deadly piñatas, holding onto the top rope; and then the X-Division Champion runs the neighboring rope, springing up and dashing into a huge missile dropkick! The Five Star Express! The impact is too much to resist; Candy CRASHES DOWN into the wheelbarrow, jaunty piñatas exploding in a shower of Legos, thumbtacks, and multicolored glass shards as she goes head over heels, the barrow ending up falling on top of her on the outside. El Pablo handsprings to his feet and celebrates his success by producing another bag of Skittles from OUTTA NOWHERE, gulping them down to a huge pop!
Sour Candy meanwhile gets to her feet, covered in exploded nonsense, small trickles of blood all over her body from glass and tacks. She seems more angered than really hurt, incensed to cause pain. El Pablo beckons her back into the ring and she sneers at him, telling him to come to her. The luchador shrugs and gamely obliges, doing a full lap of the ring as a runup, then LAUNCHING himself through the ropes!
Sour Candy goes to counter, and then stumbles as El Pablo whips back into the ring on extended arms, feinting into a triple somersault to land in a crouch to yet more appreciation by the capacity crowd. Dio testily taps at his watch, motioning for one of them to please attack the other. Sour Candy rolls her eyes, says something that ends in 'DAD' and goes under the ring instead, dragging out a table that she starts to set up as El Pablo continues to play the crowd.
Dio sighs, and takes a break until Sour Candy finally rolls back into the ring, right into an attempted Furry Ninja Strike by El Pablo! The spinning wheel kick whiffs by a whisker, as Candy has it scouted enough to roll underneath, and catch the opposite leg, bringing Pablo crashing down onto the mat! She floats over into a snug headlock, drags the X-Division champion up into a rapid, crunching bulldog, then picks him up AGAIN for an Acid Drop! She hooks the leg!
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
El Pablo sputters back into action - literally - spraying Skittles as he throws up his shoulder, apparently having kept them in his mouth this whole time? The mind boggles, as does Dio. Catching the wry arched brow of the guest referee, the luchador grins at him, ducks a kick by Sour Candy, and drops into a sitout jawbreaker that sends her stumbling. EP hits the ropes and hops toward the stunned woman, his gaze still firmly on Dio as he pops up, gets a leg across her throat--
--for the Laertius Effect! Dio's own move!
El Pablo points at his bloodshot, burning eyes, and then at Dio's, before he makes the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
Aiello: Sooo close there by the champion, but Sour Candy kicks out!
Bennett: And with authority, too! Look at that, Joe!
Sour Candy doesn't just kick out, she flips El Pablo over and starts to just BATTER him from a mounted position, slinging hard elbows inbetween grinding her palms into his hurting eyes, also yanking at his mask here and there to keep him busy. A final furry of elbows are brought down like stabbing hammers, before a gasping, furious Candy drags the X-Division champion to his feet and yanks him toward the ropes. She glances between him and the table, and seems about to act when he fights back, swinging an elbow of his own into her midsection. She snarls, and curtails his counter-assault with a brutal knee to the skull, then spins around him and falls back through the ropes, catching him in a crucifix off the ropes! Not So Sweet!
Sour Candy is cackling, and Dio steps in to check on El Pablo, his expression stern as he checks for the submission. The Technicolor Tecnico is vocal, shaking his head and saying 'no, no, no!' He's too tenacious, and Candy yields after a few moments, instead crunching into her core to deliver a few more battering elbows to the head. There's blood practically pouring from El Pablo's mask now, not just from the earliest glass but the cracking of bone on bone. He's dazed, falling forward as Candy releases him, and it seems only the willing of the crowd that stirs him...
"LET'S GO PABLO!" "SO-UR SUCKS!" "LET'S GO PABLO!" "SO-UR SUCKS!"
Candy stands on the apron, waiting for her opponent to stand with a sneer on her lips. He turns and blunders right into her waiting shoulder strike, and then she flips clean over his doubled form, catching him mid-flip to hit the Sour Bomb! She makes the cover!
ONE
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NO!
El Pablo reverses the pin, straddling Sour Candy as he struggles to grasp a leg...
ONE
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NO!
The little hellion reverses it again, and then pops up, catching El Pablo with a basement dropkick that only drives him to his feet, stumbling back into the ropes to support himself. She dives forward, and as he attempts weakly to counter she launches herself overhead again, performing a second Sour Bomb up and over the ropes! CRRRRRAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!! The noise is sickening as El Pablo is driven right into his own wheelbarrow, body contorting awfully as it fails to bend and buckle. He flops to the ground, as Sour Candy sprawls out and catches herself on all-fours, gasping. She's intent on causing more pain, and thrusts herself upright with a bit of a stagger...
El Pablo catches her with a roll-up! It does absolutely nothing to keep her down, but as she rolls away he rises on pure instinct, and is ready to meet her charge with a monkey flip, tossing her up and over onto the barricade! She lands ribs-first across it, with a nasty crunch, rebounding off into the crowd and momentarily out of the Technicolor Tecnico's view. He rights himself, weakly high-fives a fan, and then staggers off toward the table Candy set up earlier. En route he produces, as only he can, two more big party bags of Skittles. One is shaken out onto the surface of the table as he upends the other, to the jubilation of the many El Pablo fans in attendance!
Sour Candy screams at several of her own fans to take their hands off her as she rises to her feet in their midst, pushing a couple of people wearing her merch out of the way to leap up onto the barricade and tightrope dash along it toward El Pablo. He's slow to turn, and she catches him with a crossbody, ready with more elbows once they hit the ground, determined to give the man brain damage! He covers up, bucks his hips to toss her off, and then spins to his feet as she whirls into a furious forearm! He's ready, opening his mouth and spraying a mouthful of multicolored pebbles in her face! The Rainbow Mist! Then, he springs onto her shoulders, and flips off, turning her over between his thighs to drive her RIGHT THROUGH the Skittles-covered table! TASTE THE RAINBOW!!
In the debris of the table, covered in delicious, sweet candy, SC groans as she's covered by the X-Division champion, backfirst, his fist punching the air with each count by Dio!
ONE
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TWO
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TH-REE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall ... EL PABLO!!!
El Pablo can barely stand, blood all down his neck and chest, bloodshot eyes rolling this way and that within his beaten and torn mask as she attempts to struggle upright and falls onto his knees. Dio is there a moment later, on his own knees, checking on the victor before giving a stern nod. He slides to his feet, putting an arm around El Pablo to bring the other man back to vertical base with him. There, he removes his support and instead flings the groggy luchador's arm into the air, holding his title up in the other hand.
The crowd EXPLODES, and rainbow-colored streamers flutter down from the ceiling as the entire arena shows in love and appreciation for El Pablo. He's mouthing a 'thank you' when he's surprised by Dio thrusting the X-Division championship hard against his chest. His arm is still raised, and Dio's grip is iron as he turns to look the Technicolor Tecnico in the eye, mano y mano, staring long and hard as he meaningfully taps his finger on the title, and then on the side of his own head.
Aiello: Sour Candy proved exactly what you said, Steve. That's not the woman we know and adore. That's a vicious hellcat bent on hurting everyone who stands in her way! El Pablo had to pull out all the stops, and all the Skittles, to put her away. And his fight is just beginning; it seems Dio is calling his shot, and all that blood has to be wiped clean for another challenge. A champion's life is never easy, Steve!
Bennett: You're damn right. I don't often say this about a dame, but Sour Candy is one mean son of a bitch. El Pablo should watch his back, because she won't take this one lying down. She'll be back, mark my words. The Philosopher had better get his hooks in quick.
Aiello: With everything else that’s gone on tonight, you have to wonder if there’s something here as all eyes are now on Hardcore Revolution, coming to you LIVE from beautiful Las Vegas! Until then, I’ve been Joe Aiello alongside Steve Bennett, saying so long and goodnight and we will see YOU at Hardcore Revolution 2022!
Our final shot is of Dio and Pablo continuing to stare each other down…until Sour Candy is finally able to get to her feet. She has a wicked snarl on her face as she stares the Philosopher and the Technicolor Tecnico down, a scary situation looming overhead as the show comes to a close.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: Chunks of Darna Dare
MATCH TWO: The Mad King
MATCH THREE: Bear and Grace
MATCH FOUR: Chunks of Darna Dare
MAIN EVENT: Chunks of Darna Dare
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SEGMENTS
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Darius
Melinda Rhodes
Gabrielle Visconty
The Mad King
Dio
MNB
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH 1
Caleb Scott
VS Zack Tyler (N/S)
WINNER via pinfall: Caleb Scott
MATCH 2
King Flip
VS Iggy Swango (N/S)
WINNER via pinfall: King Flip
MATCH 3
The Halo Syndicate
VS Gabi Vee & Darna Dare
WINNER via pinfall: Gabi Vee & Darna Dare
MATCH 4
Antoni Malietoa
VS Xavier Reid
Match resulted in a DRAW
MAIN EVENT
Sour Candy
VS El Pablo
WINNER via pinfall: El Pablo
BRAWL #583 MVP: El Pablo
BRAWL #583 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Sour Candy VS El Pablo
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