Post by MNB on Jun 26, 2023 20:57:47 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 #598 | JUNE 26TH 2023LIVE! from the David Booth Kansas Memorial Stadium in Lawrence, Kansas
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Jim Connors
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
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
"STARTAFIGHT" by Joey Valence & Brae 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 #597 in London.
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, and Ruthless Aggression, all with the EWC Championship.
From there we look at the dawning of the Undisputed Championship as we know it today, with a focus on the men and women who have been a part of the red brand who have held the illustrious title including Sour Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, and Xavier Reid, before ending on the current champion Narumi Tsutsumi.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Xavier Reid, King Flip, KU, Antoni Malietoa, Stitches, Melinda Rhodes, Darius, Iggy Swango, Dio, JoJo Rush, Bathsheba, S.T., Alex "Bullet" Carbajal, Chelsea Skye, Zack Tyler, Elissa Bradley, Cyrus, and others making their way onto the red brand
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Cyrus with the FX Broadcast Championship
Melinda Rhodes with the EWC International Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
We take a look outside the David Booth Kansas Memorial Stadium earlier today, before preparations were made for BRAWL:
We take a look outside the David Booth Kansas Memorial Stadium earlier today, before preparations were made for BRAWL:
Before we fade to a shot of the electric crowd, while a chant begins of
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
A thick layer of fog circles the stadium, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the 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 stadium, some reading:
"IF YOU'RE READING THIS IT'S ABOUT 69 DEGREES OUT RIGHT NOW...NICE"
"THIS IS THE MOST EXCITING THING TO HAPPEN IN THE CITY OF LARRY, KANSAS"
"I'M IN NO RUSH TO SEE CYRUS LOSE THE FX TITLE"
"INVADE! INVADE! INVADE!"
"REBEL RHODES, TAKE ME HOME..."
and "I WANNA JOIN THE HOUSE, DO I HAVE TO PUT IN A MORTGAGE PAYMENT?"
Aiello: Hello folks and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside EWC Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and we are well on the road to Invasion and PARABELLUM next month with an exciting night of action here in beautiful Lawrence, Kansas!
Bennett: Good ol' Larry, Kansas, brother city to Gary, Indiana...but yes, hell of a night ahead of us! We got a main event that will slap you silly as our EWC International Champion takes on the EWC X-Division Champion with nothing but pride on the line!
Aiello: What a match that will between Melinda Rhodes and Xavier Reid, along with the FX Broadcast Championship on the line as JoJo Rush challenges our newest champion Cyrus!
Bennett: God, I can't wait for Cyrus to slap the smirk off JoJo's face tonight. That kid's got a lot of nerve makin' me get off commentary for his matches, and as talented as he is that attitude could very well bite him in the ass tonight!
Aiello: Fair point, Steve...and an equally brutal matchup could be in the works in the tag division, as King Flip and Stitches team up to take on the Paramount stalwarts known as the Kruel Masters!
Bennett: Hey man, I don't know much about D&D but I know this match is gonna be destructive and decisive! See what I did there, Joe?
Aiello: (sighs) Yes, Steve...we also have X-Division action tonight with just a little more oomph to it, as Darius looks to get some revenge against Caleb Scott after what he did to Elissa back at Hardcore Revolution!
Bennett: You saw the tagline for this one Joe, hell hath no fury like a lover scorn...'nuff said!
Aiello: But to start the night off we have a pair of matches featuring the official BRAWL debuts of JRF and Alexander Umbra! JRF takes on Chelsea Skye in singles action, and Umbra will be facing off against Zack Tyler in our opening contest! Don't go away folks, there's lots ahead of us tonight on the road to PARABELLUM here on--
Joe is interrupted by the sound of "Da Da Da" playing over the PA, marking a mixed reaction for the arrival of Jim Connors to the stage. The Brawl GM is not alone however, flanked by unnamed security guards on either side of him as Connors raises a microphone to speak.
Connors: Hello, Lawrence!
This gets a curious response, some cheering the hometown mention but others booing the thought of whatever the GM has to say. This draws a small sigh from the GM, before he presses on.
Connors: BRAWL fans, I am here to get some official business out of the way as early as possible. See, I have a nice hot pizza waiting for me in my office, but I really need to get things squared away for PARABELLUM...and it all starts right now, as we sign the first official match on the PARABELLUM card! King Flip and Moxie have been at each other's throats the past couple months, and frankly...I'm sick of it. A lot of us are. So, we're making sure these two get things settled once and for all when we head back to Phucket Island for some good ol' fashioned brand warfare!
The crowd is very excited about this, cheering much to the amusement of the GM as he continues.
Connors: So with that out of the way, let's bring out the two men that will square off...and keep in mind, fellas, there is a NO CONTACT clause in place so that you two don't mess up this potential marquee match. Don't test me on this. Anyways...please welcome first, the former HBO Broadcast Champion...MOXIE!
The lights begin to dance an ominous red glow as The Gracious Few’s ‘Honest Man’ hits the speakers signalling the imminent arrival of the former HBO Broadcast Champion, Moxie, which generated a sea of boos from the capacity crowd. After a short moment, the man emerges from behind the curtain flanked by his mentor Amis Shelton. The young Brit walks down to the edge of the ramp as the cameras focus on him, and though he was fully dressed, the absence of his once-coveted championship nearly renders him naked. The two make their way into the squared circle, taking their spot on the far side of the table, with Moxie taking the chair whilst Amis remained standing beside him, reaching out for one of the three microphones on the table. Moxie’s entrance music would then slowly fade out as Amis raised the microphone to his lips.
Amis Shelton: You know what? I’m going to start by thanking you Connors. Yep, I’m serious, thank you. Thank you for finally realising what’s been going on right under your nose. Now you’re not the only one that’s been ignorant to all of this, Grizzly Duggan should have known that telling someone that they’re banned from the show means absolute jack-shit, but at least you’re the one that’s bringing us around to the table as it were. Because we do have a problem around here and his name is Flip. You see what started out as a friendly competition between two skilled wrestlers has now reached a level of chaos that’s gone too far in my opinion. I mean look you’ve even got the mall cops working overtime here for crying out loud.
The crowd continue to boo the former Brawl superstar who continues to speak nonetheless.
Amis Shelton: And that’s because nobody has been able to contain ‘The Mad King’, I mean we see this son of a bitch on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays dipping his toes inside whatever pool he feels like before cannonballing himself in and finding trouble. Now Flip’s found himself with a lot of enemies but we don’t care about his run-ins with The House or his fondlings with Mercenary and Chris Brock because Flip took matters into his own hands when not only did he get himself involved in Moxie’s match vs Stitches in London, but he’s also the reason why my man right here is missing a championship title around his waist and there are consequences for that! So once there are two sets of signatures on the pieces of paper in front of us you’ll get what's coming to you, Flip. At Parabellum the mind games stop, and the time for talking trash is over it’ll just be you and Moxie, the single most impressive young athlete to grace this wrestling corporation in a very long time, inside a wrestling ring and we’ll pay you back tenfold the trouble you’ve given us over the past couple of months.
During Amis’ speech, Moxie had picked up one of the microphones remaining on the table. He taps Amis on the hand to signal his turn, leaning back in the chair he was seated in.
Moxie: Flip’s made the biggest mistake of his long wrestling career and I’m going to smash his face in, that’s the long and short of it. But throughout the chaos, I can understand why he jumped me in that Inferno Match and gave MY title to Chris Page. It’s because Flip is jealous. He’s jealous that I was a champion and he wasn’t because he lost his International gold off of his own mistakes but more importantly, he feels threatened by me and believe me he should be. Out of the long list of wrestlers signed to this company, there’s only a small handful that could have matched his form and my name was on that list. Flip looks at me and see’s the future approaching him faster than he can scream out ‘Chanel’. He said on Paramount that I was the one that was obsessed with him, nah nah let me set the record straight. It’s Flip that’s obsessed with Moxie and don’t get it twisted. I started this by throwing the first shot, I’ll admit it but I’m going to be the one that ends it at Parabellum.
Moxie then suddenly emerges from his chair, standing up straight whilst pointing towards the stage with an aggressive finger.
Moxie: So come on Flip! Get your arse out here right now and sign your death wish on the dotted line. You’re going to get what’s coming to you at Parabellum!
Connors: Please welcome next, the former EWC International Champion and a man that in my mind could very well be the next EWC Undisputed Champion...KIIIING FLIIIIIP!
T H E M A D K I N G flies right to left across the EXT followed immediately by the obnoxious red pyrotechnic firing off all around the stage. King Flip walks through the curtain dressed to the nines in a Brawl-red suit and behind him, to the enviously bigger pop, is Chanel in a skimpy red dress. Flip rolls his eyes with microphone in hand and waves off “HEIMDALLR” before it ever really gets started. He waves up at Amis and Moxie.
The Mad King: Hey, guys! It’s so great to see you walking in like you own another Monday night. I mean, really, the energy you bring to every building you suck life out of is really a truly enriching experience to behold.
Flip pauses as Lawrence appreciates. Neither Amis nor Moxie looked particularly moved by Flip’s opening, so he continues on the stage.
The Mad King: Y’know, you’re right. Grizzly Duggan shouldn’t have fucked around because, just like Chris Brock, he found out that The Mad King will decide where The Mad King comes and goes. Not Duggan, Ito, Tsutsumi. Nobody.
He points to Moxie, squatting down and sneering a little as Chanel comes in behind him.
The Mad King: You! Well… you are correct. The Mad King should not have gotten involved in the HBK Jabronisandwich title match. Now our name will forever stain the legacy of that belt. Did Dominic Sanders’ new wonderboy really deserve it? The Mad King deserves his fruit basket!
That same finger fires into the air as Lawrence pops again. Moxie and Amis are looking more and more agitated with Flip’s grandstanding on the stage. The King nods to them, rises to his feet after thumbing back to his own manager, and the two begin down the rampway.
The Mad King: Chanel and I have been waiting for this moment as long as you've been waiting to bust your first nut, Amis Shelton, so we really appreciated that opening statement. Truly fucking touching. Really glad you didn’t spin it and talk about yourself again… that was weird… but this business between Moxie and I – business settled at Parabellum.
Huge pop for Parabellum.
The Mad King: Trust me, it’ll be just as personal from this side of the field and – like you said – after we all sign the dotted lines here… we’ll all be a little more excited for the night this happens for real. Y’see, Amis… for me? You’re a lot more involved in this than you’re giving yourself credit for.
Amis fakes looking touched as Flip finally makes his way up the steel steps and calmly enters the ring through the ropes. He adjusts his cuffs and tie. It looks like both Rampagers want to say something when King Flip opts to continue instead.
The Mad King: Amis Shelton. What a fucking Chad you are, hey? A real… man’s man. And look at you, the way you’ve built Moxie here now. Personally.
Flip leans over the table toward Amis and Moxie.
The Mad King: The Mad King doesn’t know why he keeps you around. BUT!
That single finger fires up again, Lawrence pops, and Moxie and Amis look at one another with a certain level of understanding.
The Mad King: What’s really super is, what do we got here, Connors?
He fakes putting on glasses he doesn’t have as he lifts the paperwork attached to a clipboard. Flip scoffs, clearly taken aback by the stipulation.
The Mad King: And they call me Mad. You want THAT match!?
Lawrence rumbles in anticipation.
The Mad King: Well, Moxie. You’re in for a treat because… you’re absolutely right. King Flip, Flip, The Mad King, The Benchmark of Brawl, Untouchable, it doesn’t matter what you call me. Former three-time International champion. Guy who took two Ls to Jack Severn. Paint it however you’d like, young man, because you’re absolutely right.
King takes the pen from Connors and signs. Lawrence pops.
The Mad King: I do see you as competition. Some of the best I’ve seen in a long fucking time, by some estimates. I wouldn’t say anything so bold because it’s far too untrue… but Moxie, business aside, I am a little sorry I cost you the Cheerio title belt the way I did. You’ll understand why in just a moment if you don’t already.
Flip disrespectfully tosses the clipboard onto the table. Then the pen as well, which flops onto the floor. Neither Amis nor Moxie are picking that up, which Connors avoids by procuring them another pen almost immediately but even that is ignored as Amis raises the microphone once more.
Amis Shelton: That’s real cute there Flipper, trying to work your mind games even right here and right now. Make no mistake about it, Moxie and I are tighter than family relatives although I’m pretty sure the inbreds here in Kansas have us beat but regardless…
The citizens of Lawrence fill the airwaves with deafening boos, interrupting the Renegade who just shrugs his shoulders.
Amis Shelton: Hey simmer down you idiots, I’ve got the microphone right now. Now as I was saying, regardless of that you’ve got something right. I am a Chad. My time here in this company is documented for all to see, and you had your chance to dance but you decided to fuck off to some hokey run-of-the-mill promotion instead. Now you’ve got Moxie to deal with and as much of a man you hold me to, trust me he’s better than the two of us could have even dreamed of at 21. You’re asking him why does he bother to keep me around well let’s explore that for a second, shall we? It’s not a secret that Moxie can hold his own and beat the living shit out of everybody signed to a contract. Hell even without me, he could handle your goofy-looking ass just like how he handled the first half of his historic HBO Broadcast Championship reign. I’m here to fight in his corner and even the odds when it comes to the inevitable target that’s been growing on his back. I talk the talk and he walks the walk and believe me Flip, Moxie is going to beat you at Parabellum.
This time it was Moxie who leaned in, taking the lead from his mentor.
Moxie: You said that I can call you whatever I want to, right? Well, how about an attention whore to go along with all those other prefixes you’ve given yourself over the years? Because we’ll be damned if there isn’t a show that doesn’t feature your ugly mug on it, sticking your nose in other people’s business and like Amis said, there are consequences. Fuck your apology and fuck your feelings, does Chris Page deserve the HBO title and a spot in the main event of Scars & Stripes? Hell no, but there he is and it’s because of you but don’t worry if there’s anything that I’ve learned in this business it’s that the receipt is never too far away.
Moxie finally pays attention to the pen produced by Connors, grabbing it tightly and picking up the contract shortly after, Moxie doesn’t take the time to study it like Flip did, instead aggressively turning the pages to find the place that required his signature, scribbling it down and throwing the contract down in front of Flip with his own added flavour of disrespect. Moxie raises the microphone once more.
Moxie: I don’t care about your intentions or whatever’s going on inside that deranged mind of yours, the fact that you can waltz on into my show on Friday nights, rile up some trouble and then move on to Sunday night without a second thought about it? Well, that’s as disrespectful as it comes and from where I’m from we don’t tolerate disrespect. I said it before and I’ll say it again, there isn’t room for the both of us at the mountaintop, there can only truly be one ace of the EWC. Oh and if you think I’m good now? You brought back Ace King at World Wide, right? Well since you’re on speaking terms, why don’t you ask him about how good I really can be? The bottom line is this Flip, you fucked around and come Parabellum? It’s going to be your turn to find out. Flip doesn’t go where he pleases, he goes wherever Moxie allows him to go.
Flip plumps his bottom lip at such a bold statement from the former champion. He slowly picks the clipboard up, looking over a final line before handing it over to Jim Connors for final signatures.
The Mad King: How unfortunate how the paperwork states that our Moxie, our young stallion, well he won’t be able to place a finger on The Mad King during Brawl broadcasts; otherwise, my dear friend Moxie… you won’t only not be welcome to Monday nights, per usual.
They get nose to nose… only the table is in the way.
The Mad King: Jim Connors has made sure that you’d forfeit your Extreme Wrestling contract. So, young man, with which this match holds so much importance. If you EVEN want to make it to Parabellum at all… please consider the following with a little bit of temperance, hey?
Flip rolls his wrist toward Chanel on the outside of the ring. Moxie and Flip refuse to break so much as eye contact, don’t even think they’re breaking a sweat, as Lawrence gets suggestive. Whistles and yelps arena-round as Chanel dips her hand in the obnoxious cleavage of her dress to pull out… something red. She tosses it into Flip’s waiting hand to catch, who drops it to the table. Its Amis who snatches the cloth violently. He peels it apart to reveal it to be the mask of Cassius H Kissinger, Superhero of Rampage. King Flip smiles at Moxie… who smiles back.
The Mad King: You want to talk about receipts, young man? You were… particularly violent to one Superhero and… all bullshit aside, Moxie, I’ve already said it once but I’ll stand on that hill to death. I want Parabellum as much as you do. Not just the fight, son. The victory. Y’see, I’ve just admitted to the world that Moxie championed over King Flip when it came to him wearing a mask, when it came to the HBO Broadcast championship; HOWEVER COMMA… after some time, after continuing to stick your Goddamn nose in RED business, Moxie, you had that same championship taken away. In a much different way. From the same man. Receipts, Moxie?
Flip leans over the table again.
The Mad King: We’ve all got them… haven’t we?
Amis flies off the handle and rattles three quick forearms to Flip’s open face! Brawl appreciates as Amis bounds Flip’s face off the table. Both Amis and Moxie flip the table out of the way before Amis continues his assault. Connors stands in Moxie’s way but, after thrown hands in the air, it’s clear Moxie understands he’s just going to watch this go down. Amis rails into Flip with elbows, taking him to a seated position in the corner before trying to pull Flip back to a vertical position. Out of nowhere, Stitches hops the guardrail and yanks Flip out of the ring. The King faceplants before being dragged by the boots out of the way of an Amis Shelton superkick. Amis stomps the canvas after missing what would’ve surely felt just as satisfying the second time. Stitches and King Flip back away as security floods the area, ready for King Flip and Moxie to go about fighting anyway.
Connors: Fellas, don't get pushy on this! I'm not above canceling this match and having you both fined!
Moxie rolls his eyes as security guards get between him and King Flip, a few on each competitor. Both men are still locked in on one another, still running their mouths at one another, when Flip gives an “Oh yeah?” followed by a Russian legsweep to the security guy closest to him. Moxie answers the call with a striking short-arm clothesline to the security guard closest to him. Flip looks to Lawrence, who pops for the action, but the next security guard doesn’t look like they signed up for this. K.I.N.G! Flip hits his finisher on the poor bastard, leaving them flat on the thinly-padded canvas. Stitches has already started to walk away as Moxie answers the challenge again. FINISHER! Moxie’s Endgame to the poor sod who found himself within grasping distance. Flip and Moxie both grandstand a little more, Moxie in the ring and Flip backpedaling up the ramp...
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WILL ZACK TYLER TAKE UMBRAGE WITH MR. UMBRA?
SINGLES MATCH
Alexander Umbra
VS Zack Tyler
SINGLES MATCH
Alexander Umbra
VS Zack Tyler
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by for our opening contest!
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, it's another Monday Night BRAWL and this time it's brought to you by Stacker 2!
Bennett: ...wait, what?
Aiello: I don't know, Bennett. Is any of this real? If you ask one of Brawl's newest, well... you might not be sure the conversation even happened, Steve!
Bennett: I'll tell you what, Joe. When Mister Umbra steps into the ring with an animal like Zack Tyler? It'll sure as hell feel real.
Aiello: You can say that again.
Bennett: I'll tell you what, Joe.
Aiello: Stroup, please take it away!
Stroup: The following match is a singles contest scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from the alley out back, weighing in at 175 pounds ... ZACK TYLER!
Sections of lights within the arena begin to randomly cut off until it is completely dark. Fog machines then proceed to slowly billow the entrance area just as the giant production screen flashes an image of a Red circle that is drawn around a Red Left hand palm print. 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 slides under the bottom rope onto his stomach. The ringside camera catches an up-close image of Zack as his eyes are darkened with makeup. 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 as he evilly grins just as the lights come up to normal.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Saint Paul, Minnesota, weighing in at 215 pounds ... ALEXAAANDER UMBRA!
"Make Believe" by Memphis May Fire echoes out from the speakers as Alexander Umbra steps out onto the entrance ramp. Without hesitation he makes his way to the ring, but holds his arms out to the sides, taking in both the cheers and the jeers of the crowd as Zack Tyler suicide dives out of the ring at him! He takes Umbra to the ground to a big pop from Lawrence. Tyler dismisses them with an emphatic "Shut up!" before dragging Umbra by the scruff to the ring. Alex pops back with several close shots to the midsection. Right elbows follow right hands and it's Umbra shoving Tyler so hard he breaks the steel steps apart. Umbra shakes the cobwebs as he mutters something to himself. He's staring at his hands in confusion for a moment. Is this real? He rolls into the ring to a mixed reaction with Tyler crawling in behind him shortly after.
DING DING DING
Umbra screams out in disbelief as Zack Tyler takes them both right back out of the ring with a VICIOUS Cactus Jack clothesline. Alex and Z both bound off the ring apron and go tumbling to the thinly-padded canvas. Zack almost no sells the experience, kipping right back up as Umbra still tries to gather their bearings. Tyler tells the fans where they can shove it to general displeasure from the crowd. Lawrence fires right back up when Umbra comes out of nowhere with a spinning heel kick to the face of Tyler. The referee, furious nobody even noticed him yelling inside the ring, begins a count.
ONE... TWO...
Alexander catches Zack on the ground with some stiff knees to the face before scrambling back into the ring.
THREE... FOUR...
Umbra asks the referee if he can count faster. Tyler shuffles to his hands and knees.
FIVE... ... SIX...
Tyler scurries beneath the ring as Umbra throws their arms up. He can't believe the referee would really take longer to count. He then realizes Tyler isn't outside the ring anymore. He slides out of the ring and breaks the count much to the chagrin of the man in stripes tonight. Zack Tyler pops out of the other side of the ring from beneath the ring apron and the crowd rumbles at the bag in his hand.
Aiello: WHAT!? This isn't an X-Division match up, Steve. What in the HECK is Zack Tyler doing with that bag of thumb tacks?
Bennett: Judging by the laughter I imagine he's gonna -- yep. He's pouring them out on the floor and Lawrence is here for it. I don't think the referee is, though, and neither is Alexander Umbra by the looks of it.
Umbra rolls back into the ring as Tyler slides into the opposite end. Umbra leaps over a ducking Tyler and both men bound off from opposing ropes. Tyler evades an Umbra dropkick aimed for his head. Zack fires back but misses his target with a spinning back elbow off the ropes. Both men miss a dropkick simultaneously and Lawrence appreciates as both men battle to one knee with fists raised. Kansas applauds the action as both men circle the ring. Zack is about to fire at an opening when Umbra screams for him to stop. Alex says something to Zack the gathers a look of confusion. It looks like Umbra is trying to convince Zack Tyler that the match isn't real. AU snaps his fingers... and the arena lights go off! Lawrence fires up their phones and it's flash photography time! This reveals that Alex and Zack have flown into fists of absolute fury on one another. It's raining right hands as the lights come back on. Tyler shoves the bigger man away. Umbra tries to catch him with a kick but Zack pops up and clutches the leg into his arm pit. Umbra pleads mockingly before BLASTING Tyler to the canvas with the opposite leg. Enziguri! Umbra with the cover.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICK OUT!!!
Aiello: Zack Tyler perhaps going for mind games with the thumb tacks but it was an Umbra mind game when the lights went out!
Bennett: I think I get Alexander Umbra now. No... really.
Aiello: That was terrible, Steve. It's like you didn't even try.
Bennett: NONE OF THIS IS REAL, JOE!!
Umbra is lifting Tyler up and gets CRAMMED UP! Small package pin!
ONE!
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Umbra powers into it being his own pin instead!
ONE!
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Tyler forces the break. Both men are quickly up and quickly back down after a Zack Tyler school boy.
ONE!
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Umbra looks like he can power right back out until Tyler sneaks their feet on the second rope!
TWO!!
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THR-NO!!!
Zack bounds off the canvas in disbelief when Umbra still boots out of the pin at the last possible moment. The referee realizes a shenanigan has been pulled and immediately threatens to disqualify Zack Tyler. Zack grabs the referee by the collar and yells at him, denying all accusations and looking to punch the ref if they don't take it back. Alexander sees his opening and ascends the the top rope. The referee has had it with Zack Tyler and shoves him off. Tyler plants to the ground in position just as Alexander flies. MEETING OF THE MINDS! The referee panics as he slides into position, a racked Tyler covered by Alexander Umbra.
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DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... ALEXANDER UMBRA!
Umbra gets to his feet as the ref raises his arm in victory, before we cut back to commentary.
Aiello: What a win for Alexander Umbra as he makes his official BRAWL debut!
Bennett: Yessir, that's as a real a win as it gets Joe! Zack Tyler gave it a good shot but was overcome by that Meeting of the Minds at the end!
Aiello: What a way to kick off BRAWL tonight folks, in just a moment we will be back with more exciting action as JRF takes on Chelsea Skye!
Camera cuts to ...
We cut backstage, inside the office of Jim Connors, where we catch the BRAWL General Manager...eating a slice of pizza!? The GM turns his attention to the camera, a piece of pepperoni falling from his lip as he swallows the bit of food in his mouth before shouting with a certain level of anger.
Connors: What're you lookin' at? I haven't eaten all night...but if you're gonna hound me right this second, I might as well tell you that more announcements for PARABELLUM are happening tonight, but only in the manner that I so choose! Now leave me be, I'm workin' on my fitness...fitness whole pizza in my gullet...
With that, Connors goes back to his meal as we cut to commercial break.
WILL THE PARAGON SUFFER A NIGHTMARE?
SINGLES MATCH
JRF
VS Chelsea Skye
SINGLES MATCH
JRF
VS Chelsea Skye
We return to ringside where we are getting ready for a match between Chelsea Skye and the debuting JRF.
Aiello: Stakes and bragging rights are extremely high headed into just our second match tonight, as both Chelsea Skye and JRF walk into this match with something to prove. Chelsea Skye missed yet another chance to become FX Broadcast Champion on the last Brawl, so this is very must-win for her!
Bennett: That’s right, but it’s also JRF’s debut! Nothing is bigger for JRF than defeating a former title contender in his debut.. Admittedly, I dunno where Chelsea’s psyche is at after being the one pinned in that championship match, but we’ll see what kinda Nightmare the Paragon faces tonight!
Stroup: The following match is a singles match scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 265 pounds ... “THE PEOPLE’S PARAGON” J! R! F!
As the electrifying opening chords of "Little Wonders" by Rob Thomas reverberate throughout the arena, a hushed anticipation falls over the crowd. The pulsating beat builds, and a spotlight illuminates the entrance ramp, where a curtain shimmers with anticipation.
Suddenly, the curtains part, and a cascade of vibrant pyrotechnics burst into the air, creating a mesmerizing display of colors and lights. Emerging from the smoke and sparks, JRF, the embodiment of being The People's Paragon, strides confidently toward the ring, every step echoing with purpose and determination. JRF tags all the fans hands, not leaving one to go unnoticed, before sliding in the ring and climbing the top rope and raising his fist out to the people, symbolizing that they are all in this together.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 123 pounds ... “THE NIGHTMARE ANGEL” CHELSEA SKYE!
The Opening riff to "Reborn Through Failure" hits the speakers and Chelsea comes out ready for action, she makes her entrance and poses for the crowd once she's in the ring.
DING DING DING
Aiello: Wow, look at that offense from Chelsea Skye!
Bennett: JRF really taking one on the dome on his way down to the floor!
It seems the crowd is getting behind Chelsea, as she hits off the ropes and flies to the outside with a BIG TIME SUICIDE DIVE! The back of JRF’s head rocks into the barricade, as Chelsea pulls him up and throws him into the ring! Chelsea runs up the steps and heads to the apron. Desperate for a victory, she tries to slingshot over into the Angel’s Reckoning, but JRF catches her in mid air! JRF tosses Chelsea to the side, causing her to ragdoll onto the canvas. Chelsea holds her back, wincing in pain as she slowly rises.. And JRF rocks her with a NASTY spinning backfist! Chelsea is still standing though, her back turned to JRF as he lifts her up for a DRAGON SUPLEX! JRF wastes no time, bridging the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
CHELSEA KICKS OUT!
The heart of Chelsea Skye shows, as she refuses to go down! JRF stares at her, still attempting to show remorse for his smaller opponent. As he reaches down to Chelsea, she attempts to pull him down with an inside cradle! JRF is too damn big though, and he grabs onto her head and DEADLIFTS HER OFF OF THE CANVAS FOR A VICIOUS VERTICAL SUPLEX – BUT NO! CHELSEA DROPS OUT! She shoves JRF to the ropes, but he leaps up the middle rope and FLIES BACK WITH THE CALAMITY KICK! Chelsea is down and out! JRF wastes no time, grabbing Chelsea and lifts her up in fireman’s carry position, with his finishing JRFinale in mind - but Chelsea slips free just in time! JRF turns to Chelsea, and SHE DRILLS HIM WITH THE FOR JUSTIN! Chelsea wastes no time, making the cover!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THR- JRF RAISES THE SHOULDER!
Chelsea can’t believe it, and she’s even asking referee Josh Daniels what it’ll take to win this match! JRF is reeling though, starting to find his footing. Chelsea turns back, tapping her foot as she awaits JRF to rise. He’s finally up, and Chelsea tries to grab his arm, pulling him down into the Clipped Wing Angel, a triangle choke! Again, JRF’s overwhelming power helps him out - as he swiftly SHOVES Chelsea into the turnbuckles! Chelsea holds the back of her head, groaning. JRF charges in for a corner shoulder tackle, but Chelsea rocks him with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head! JRF kneels, holding his head as Chelsea turns around, climbing up the top rope with her back turned.
Aiello: Skye looking to take to, well...
Bennett: Really, Joe? A sky pun, in this economy!?
JRF starts to rise to his feet, and he trips Chelsea while she’s up top! Chelsea rocks backwards, landing in tree of woe position as the back of her head bangs off the middle turnbuckle. JRF sees an opening and rushes across the ring to the other buckles for momentum, and HE CHARGES INTO A LAST EXHALE TO THE UPSIDE DOWN SKYE! The fans of Lawrence, Kansas can’t believe what they’re seeing, as JRF’s spear almost went through Skye AND the turnbuckles! Skye’s legs plop off the top rope as she slowly drops to the canvas. JRF raises his fist up, signaling the end as he scoops Skye up onto his shoulders and marches to the cneter of the ring, WHERE HE SLAMS HER DOWN WITH THE JRFINALE! JRF wastes no time hooking the leg, and Josh Daniels is there to make the count!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... J! R! F!
JRF rises to his feet, where his arm can be raised up by the referee. JRF points around to his people, calling them on - and they respond back, cheering “The People’s Paragon” for his valiant effort.
Aiello: In his BRAWL debut, JRF absolutely impresses as he picks up a victory in a match that may have risen the stock of both JRF and Chelsea Skye!
Bennett: You’re damn right! That was one helluva’ match, and you’ve gotta give Chelsea Skye props for going in there with a man much bigger than her! But with that said, I’m really interested in seeing what’s next for JRF here on BRAWL! We may have a star on our hands!
Aiello: Folks, when we come back we're in for what could be a brutal affair as Darius looks to exact some revenge on Caleb Scott...and it's all contested under X-Division rules!
Camera cuts to ...
PARABELLUM 2023
TEAM BRAWL TO BE ANNOUNCED
TEAM BRAWL TO BE ANNOUNCED
We move to a commercial break.
The cameras cut to the backstage area where Bob Murray is standing in the interview spot with The Kruel Masters and Mr. Donaldson next to him. Bob looks exited to talk to them.
Bob Murray: Thank you guys, I am standing here with The Kruel Masters and later tonight they will be facing King Flip and Stitches in a rare tag team match here on Monday Night Brawl. First off, let me welcome you guys to Brawl and ask you how does it feel to be on the premier brand of EWC?
Mr. Donaldson chuckles as he moves the microphone over towards him as Kolby and Daphne just glare at Bob while decked out in Orange gear.
Mr. Donaldson: I get that you are so excited to speak to an actual tag team since there really isn’t a tag team here on Brawl. However, any questions you have will go directly through me capeesh. Now as for that disrespectful question, my clients are here on their on accord. They wanted to venture out and show that they will compete on any show. As far as being the premier brand, I do believe that is rather debatable wouldn’t you agree Bill?
Bob Murray: My name is Bob.
Mr. Donaldson looks at him confused.
Mr. Donaldson: What’s your point?
Bob Murray: You called me Bill.
Mr. Donaldson: So what Bill? You asked for us to waist our time because you had questions for us and all you are concerned with is me calling you the wrong name.
Bob Murray: I don’t think you stand a chance against King Flip or Stitches. They are Brawl royalty. Do you have a better strategy than you provided us?
As Mr. Donaldson is thinking up a response, Daphne grabs Bob by the collar of his shirt and pulls him close to her.
Daphne Kreel: Now listen here, pickle breath, we didn’t travel to this puke town just to let some Jonathan Coachman wanna be talk out of his ass. King Flip and Stitches are going to find themselves in a fight they never thought would happen.
Mr. Donaldson steps in and taps Daphne on her shoulder. She releases Bob as Kolby takes her by the hand. Mr. Donaldson helps straighten his collar while placing an arm around his shoulders.
Mr. Donaldson: You are lucky that I am here because she probably would have snapped one of your limbs just for fun. Now, you might call yourself a journalist but let me give you some advice. Next time, don’t ask stupid questions. Stitches and King Flip are great individuals but neither are great team mates. King Flip walked out on Addy Aquilla who says he won’t do it again. Kolby and Daphne are going to prove that being married is an advantage. These boys are in a world of trouble and unfortunately there’s no dice that can save them.
Mr. Donaldson chuckles as he leads Kolby and Daphne away as the camera cuts away.
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A LOVER SCORNED!
SINGLES MATCH, X-DIVISION RULES
Caleb Scott
VS Darius
SINGLES MATCH, X-DIVISION RULES
Caleb Scott
VS Darius
We return to ringside where commentary is chomping at the bit to get us ready for our next contest!
Aiello: If you don't know anything about this match, folks, I'd check your pulse! What we've got up next for you isn't going to be any X-Division match. This is an X-Division grudge match as Caleb Scott finally reaches his collision course against the winner of the "Golden Ticket" in Darius. Former International champion looking to get his revenge against Caleb Scott for injuring his dearly beloved, Elissa Bradley, and I know you're just broken up about not seeing her, Steve.
Bennett: Are you kidding me? I'd smack you around for a BATHSHEBA match at this point. Dang red brand's a sausage-palooza and it misses it's Monday night dose of Elissa Bradley. We all hope you get better soon. You're a tough girl; work it out.
Aiello: From what I understand she has been cleared to be ringside here tonight for Darius but I don't know how much she really wants to come out here. Tonight Caleb Scott will also be accompanied to the ring. Luke Mason, another big man himself, will be towering over that opposing corner like a bad nightmare.
Bennett: First of all how dare you, Joe? Why didn't anybody tell me Brawl's best couple was back together and we'd see them!?
Aiello: Jessica...
Stroup: The following match is an X-Division contest scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, being accompanied to the ring by Luke Mason, from Saint Cloud, Minnesota, weighing in at 215 pounds ... "THE GRANITE CITY SADIST" CALEB SCOTT!
Lights go black as Ze Nigmar plays. Four hooded figures with torches come out and stand on the stage, two on each side of the entrance. Lights stay off as the song intro plays. Once the drums start, a single beam of light from above the ring shoots to the stage as Caleb Scott and Luke Mason walk out through a thick white fog and stands between the hooded drudges. Holding his chain-wrapped bat, Caleb stands there for a few seconds looking out at the crowd with Luke, who is doing the same. They begin to slowly walk to the ring as a short row of fire ignites on either side of the entrance ramp. Caleb approaches the steel steps and places his bat on the top step as Luke stands beside him. Caleb then places his hand on top of the bat and closes his eyes for a few seconds before going up the steps and into the ring while Luke slides in under the bottom rope, the single beam of light follows Caleb the entire time. He walks towards the corner and stands on the middle rope and Luke stands between the turnbuckles, against the ropes. Caleb stares out into the crowd for a few seconds before taking a deep breath, extending his arms out to the side, and unleashing a loud, thunderous scream before the lights come back on.
Stroup: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Elissa Bradley, from Albany, New York, weighing in at 265 pounds ... He is the SOLE owner of the Golden Ticket ... He is the "E of the EWC" DARIUS!
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!
Darius rushes through the smoke, hyping himself up at the top of the ramp as Elissa emerges behind him. He runs to each side of the ramp, firing up the crowd as he reaches them, and then makes his way back to Elissa, giving her a big kiss before standing at the end of top of the ramp for his signature pose.
I'LL NEVER LONG FOR WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN!
AND NOW REGRET WON'T WASTE MY LIFE AGAIN!
I WON'T LOOK BACK!
I FIGHT TO REMAIN!
Darius and Elissa then march down the ramp until they reach the ring, where Darius then slides into the ring and looks around the arena with a grin before jumping to his feet. He leaps onto a turnbuckle and throws up devil horns as he waits for the match to begin.
DING DING DING
Darius and Caleb meet nose to nose talking all the trash in the world. SMACK! Darius sternly but boldly pops Caleb in the mouth with a stiff open right palm. Unplussed and unafraid Caleb Scott fires right back with a palm so quick it takes Darius to the canvas. The former champion rolls into a clothesline, then another, then a third that sends Darius over the ropes and tumbling toward Elissa Bradley outside out of the ring. Caleb urges she move clear out of the way and Luke does so non-verbally by standing sternly close with arms crossed and baseball bat in hand. Elissa protects her fiancee by jumping over him. Mason looks like he's about to remove her when Caleb calls for him to stop. Instead, Luke hands over the baseball bat and Lawrence is ready to see it in action. Luke goes to grab Elissa who blasts him in the lip with a wild back elbow. Elissa grabs her crutch and blasts Luke in the face when they come back for seconds. Fans are firing up as Bradley possessively protects Darius. Caleb Scott sees this and bounds through the ropes to the outside. Elissa stumbles out of dodge as Caleb Scott closes in. Panicked she looks cornered while The Sadist threatens her with bat pointed in her direction. Darius slowly snakes in from behind with a beautiful backslide! Caleb's bat bumbles to the ground as he tries to fight out, but Darius has too great an angle for Scott not to be shoulders down.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!!
Aiello: WHOA! Quick cover by Darius almost gets him the fall as Caleb Scott looked to re-visit Hardcore Revolution here.
Bennett: Elissa Bradley is tough as nails and her even being out here at all is a testament to that. Darius is about to do something here and I guarantee you Caleb Scott ain't gonna like it.
Aiello: Caleb Scott, a man who has had absolute wars with former FX Broadcast champion and current International champion, Melinda Rhodes. So we know this man is no slouch.
Bennett: You think Darius cares if this man slouches?
Darius lingers outside of the ring to protect his crutch-wielding lady. Caleb Scott, at the assist of Luke, is quick to his feet and opts to enter the ring over making a play for the baseball bat at Darius' feet. Caleb Scott challenges Darius to reenter the ring to a big pop from the crowd. Darius grandstands like he wants nothing to do with the match for a moment, waving off the fans, waving off Caleb, and especially dismissing Luke Mason. Darius grabs his briefcase from the timekeeper as Luke approaches and Caleb slide out of the ring. WHOMP! Darius blasts an unprepared Luke Mason with the case just as Caleb Scott evades a crutch just enough to snag his baseball bat. Lawrence is in a stir as Darius wields the briefcase like some sort of floppy shield while still taunting and approaching Caleb Scott. WHOP! WHOP! WHOP! Darius deflects three consecutive swings of the bat. Darius tosses the briefcase into the air at Caleb who bats it away. This one-second distraction, however, is just long enough for Darius to get his hands on an Elissa Bradley crutch. CRUNCH! Darius breaks the wood over Caleb Scott's forehead. He slides Caleb Scott into the ring, gives his lady a warm kiss on the side of the head, and stalks Caleb Scott for the finish. The E of the EWC just enters the ring when Luke Mason grabs the boot. Darius boots him away with the other shoe. CRUNCH! Elissa Bradley with the crutch shot from behind and Luke is taken out of the picture for the moment.
Aiello: Luke Mason, the man behind the man, taken out there with the shot to the back of the head with a crutch. Like I said at the top and I'll say now. This isn't just an X-Division match Steve.
Bennett: These two men clearly have unfinished business here. Caleb Scott hurt Darius' wife, Joe. I don't know if you've ever even had a wife before, Joe, but that's very serious. You don't put your damn hands on another man's lady. Now, granted, Elissa Bradley walked into that. She wanted that fight. But what nobody wanted was for Elissa Bradley to walk away hurt.
Aiello: Not to cut you off or correct you but there hasn't been a marriage yet.
Bennett: Oh, don't worry too much Joe. You'll find the right one.
Aiello: I'm a happily married man! Regardless, Darius clearly isn't as this match continues.
GRAVE PLOT! Darius ran looking and signaling for the finishing spear. Caleb obviously has other plans as he shoots Darius onto his shoulders and BLASTS him back to the canvas with a spin. Cover!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THR-NO!!!
It takes a moment too long for the referee to get into position. Darius gets the shoulder up just before three and Caleb Scott doesn't want to believe it. He dismisses it as a fluke as he lifts Darius up, whipping them to the ropes for a second finisher. THE HUNTER'S MARK! Darius flies back into Caleb Scott's midsection and this time he makes his mark with the finishing spear. Lawrence explodes as Darius pops up one his knees, obviously a little loopy from the exchange. Elissa is excitedly counting with the referee.
ONE!
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THR-WHOMP!!!
Luke Mason comes bounding in out of nowhere and blasts Darius in the back of the head just as Caleb was about to get the shoulder up. Mason drops boots to keep the former champion on the canvas and Elissa looks around unsure what to do now. She clearly can't get as involved as she'd like but Darius looks to be in trouble here. Caleb rolls out of the ring and grabs his baseball bat once again. He taunts like he's going to swing it at Elissa who has her hands out and is without crutches. She stumbles back with a limp and her hands up. Darius, who is being lifted by Luke Mason to watch, blasts into fifth gear after breaking the hold. GREY MATTER! The impeccable finishing DDT plants Luke face first onto the briefcase to a nasty thud. Darius SOARS out of the ring looking for a flying spear but Caleb Scott remembers Hardcore Revolution. He sidesteps just in time for Darius to slam himself face first into the guardrail. Caleb NAILS Darius in the back of the head with the tip of the bat and then tauntingly spins it over to Elissa's feet. He snags Darius by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring. He's going for the true finish now. GREY MATTER! Darius surprises the world again, it's the Impaler DDT onto the case again! Cover!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... DARIUS!
Darius rises to his feet, staring down the fallen Caleb before retrieving his case as the ref raises his arm in victory.
Aiello: What a win for Darius tonight! Man, did that look painful!
Bennett: Darius took his frustrations out on a very game Caleb Scott tonight Joe, and now his focus is back on figuring out what he's gonna do with that Golden Ticket.
Aiello: Don't go away folks, up next we have tag team action as the Kruel Masters join us from PARAMOUNT to take on King Flip and Stitches!
With that, we go to commercial ...
LOOKS LIKE TAG MATCHES ARE BACK ON THE MENU!
TAG TEAM MATCH
Kruel Masters
VS King Flip & Stitches
TAG TEAM MATCH
Kruel Masters
VS King Flip & Stitches
We return to ringside where Stroup stands ready to call the next contest.
Aiello: Kruel Masters! A dynamite Paramount tag team on the come up and looking for redemption after their contendership loss to Heat Packers at World Wide. Speaking of that show, of course, you can't go without mentioning Jack Severn's Catalyst Challenge and that man's win over King Flip.
Bennett: Just like a man in low places, Joe, King Flip's got pals all over the damn place. The House made a big mistake messing with The Mad King and tonight we're gonna get a taste as to why. Anybody who tags with Stitches knows they're playing with fire, though, and Crimson Masquerade can either dominate or be dominated here. It'll all be about what these two can do when the bell rings and they've gotta trade tags.
Aiello: And Kruel Masters aren't without their own merits, folks, they've been catching clutch victories throughout the brands and, from what I've heard, Daphne is particularly looking forward to this opportunity?
Bennett: She's definitely a tough woman, Joe, without a doubt. But can she pioneer the victory against two of Brawl's greatest singles performers?
Aiello: Let's find out! Jessica, if you wouldn't mind...
Stroup: The following match is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, being accompanied to the ring by "Dastardly" Mister Donaldson, representing Paramount, at a combined weight of 398 pounds ... KOLBY ... DAPHNE ... THE KRUUUEL MASTEEERSSS!
Black lights shine on the stage as a video package plays on the X-Tron. The opening chords of “Rest In Peace” suddenly begins to play as Mr. Donaldson steps out onto the stage first. The crowd instantly shows their discourse toward him as he points toward the back. Daphne and Kolby Kreel step out with sinister looks on their faces. Daphne is holding a dice tray as Kolby is holding a golden chalice. Kolby lifts the chalice in the air before handing it off to Mr. Donaldson. The trio slowly make their way down the ramp. Kolby slides into the ring as Daphne walks around and hops up onto the apron. Kolby meets her as she stands and gives her a kiss. After the kiss, Kolby stands onto the turnbuckle as Daphne pulls a D20 out of her jacket pocket. She gives it a roll before handing it off to Mr. Donaldson. She enters the ring and joins her husband in the corner.
Stroup: And their opponent, first from the Carnival of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds ... STIIITCHEEES!
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat in the music drops Stitches appears from behind the curtain. Stitches methodically makes his way down the entrance ramp with no care for the audience. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide.
Stroup: And his partner, from The LAAAAAAAND, weighing in at 220 pounds ... "UNTOUCHABLE" KIIING FLIP!
T H E M A D K I N G zooms from right to left across the EXT and is followed swiftly by a red pyro. 'Heimdallr' begins to play, King emerging with his usual war paint. A big white palm across his face, small gold lines accented the edges of his face. Upon the usual red vest is a blood-matted fur that lines the collar down the button line and goes up into a massive hood. He gets to the edge of the rampway when that arrogant half smile emerges, the crowd fully immersing in the moment. The "Mad King" chant grows as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. His approach to the steps is slow, eyeballing the corner above them, as he slaps a few hands and hands a small child a little red 'Brawl' flag. He slaps the ring corner with a smile, reminiscing a moment before sauntering the steel and quickly slipping through the ropes. After a sarcastic bow to Stitches still on the ropes, King turns to Kruel Masters as his theme fades.
DING DING DING
As the Kruel Masters begin their battle with King Flip and Stitches, it barely being figured that Daphne and Flip will be atarting for their teams, they begin to circle as the lights go out. The crowd and announcers are wondering what is going on as they still hear the competitors battling it out in the ring. There is now some light with everyone using their cellphones when all of a sudden the EXT comes back up to illuminate the arena. It displays a lone chair in an empty room on the screen. Everyone is confused, Lawrence, Kruel Masters, and Crimson Masquerade all murmuring and looking to one another.
Bennett: What the hell is going on right now. Did they not pay the light bill here in the David Booth Kansas Memorial Stadium? The only thing working is the EXT. Can you guys in sound even HEAR us!?
Aiello: I really don’t know but the crowd has turned their attention towards that empty chair.
Just as Aiello finishes his statement, the camera pans down to the floor and shows a pair of Christian Louboutin men’s dress shoes walking into the frame. Kruel Masters have seen enough, they don't care about shoes, catching King Flip and the referee unawares with the double team assault. The unknown man on the screen sits with the angle of the camera still showing the red bottom shoes. A distorted voice cracks the silence as Daphne keeps the pressure up on the former champion on the ring with them.
Distorted voice: Fear. Loathing. Irritability. Panic. All emotions that you caused me. All the feelings that popped into my mind when I heard the pop in my body. I’ve had nothing but time on my hands since. TIME! The most valuable resource in the world.
A deep sigh comes from the individual with the distorted voice. At this point everyone is paying attention to the screen. Daphne and Kolby give way for just a moment as the voice spoke to Lawrence. Flip's eye fire awake as he comes to some realization. He leaps to tag Stitches in. A voice distortion device is thrown on the floor. The camera slowly pans up revealing a sling. It’s a man in a suit with gloves on and a sling around the arm and chest. The camera stops right there focusing on the sling before continuing and showing the face of none other than Marcu$ $t. John. King Flip's jaw goes agape, King standing outside the ring as Stitches flies into an assault on Daphne and Kolby Kreel. M$J flashes a grin on the EXT before he begins to speak in his regular voice. The crowd lets out a massive cheer for the Paramount superstar and so does King Flip.
M$J: Forgiveness. Love. Inspiration. Peace. Initially I had a lot of anger in me, but having this newfound extra time on my hands made me realize that there is no need to hold on to the anger. No need to seek revenge or vengeance. I’m not going to allow the darkness to swallow me whole. So Flip, you don’t have to worry about me attacking you from behind, hitting you while you’re in a match, trying to seek comeuppance.
Marcu$ looks down at his chest and shakes his head. The crowd hangs on every single word that is coming out of his mouth even though a match is still going on. Stitches having gotten Kolby clotheslined over the ropes after a massive chop to keep Daphne down but a moment, Daph tugs at her orange tights a pinch as she readjusts for a second shot at the twisted jester.
M$J: Luckily for us all, the injury I have will fully heal, the surgery was a success.
Lawrence explodes. King Flip gives a single gripped fist shake signaling he too is pleased with this news. Daphne ducks a Stitches clothesline and springboards off the ropes for a headscissors that flops the clown to the canvas.
M$J: While I’m still far removed from getting in that ring, I will be back, and I will be better than ever. I had an eerie feeling walking into StrangleMania and who knew that I would lose the North American Championship and get thrown into a trunk, then later that night after years of hard work I would finally fight for the EWC Undisputed Championship that wasn’t a Rumble, only to get my pectoral muscle ripped to shreds. So to you, Flip. I just want to say thank you!
The crowd is kind of in disbelief at M$J being so calm about being injured by King Flip. An audible “ooohhhhh” was heard at the last two words that he said. King Flip's happiness has dissolved. He is not excited about this, reeling and peering about now waiting for the second boot to drop.
M$J: I say thank you, because you have given me the opportunity to evolve. I’m still Paramount through and through but when I come back I’ll be able to reshow Paramount just who I am, but also show Brawl, Rampage, and Prime just why Marcu$ $t. John is money. I say thank you because this happening at StrangleMania is nothing more than fate. Our paths have crossed here and there but now we are on a collision path. I want you to think about this for as long as you need. I want my body to be in the best shape possible and to have no ring rust. So right here right now, I’m challenging you Flip. This is not just any challenge. I’m calling my shot. Man to Man. M$J vs Flip, StrangleMania XIX, 2024.
The crowd erupts in excitement at the prospect of having the multi-time champions go head to head. They start a yes chant that echoes throughout as the color leaves King Flip's face. He can't even think about the challenge as Amis Shelton and Moxie are spotted hopping over the guardrail on the opposite end of the ring. Both smile happily at Stitches and Flip as they watch all the excitement continue to unfold.
M$J: I know it’s been on your brain as it has mine. Let’s give the people something to talk about. You and me, let’s find out who really is the best. The Cali boys toe to toe, two men who probably don’t get enough credit for helping carry this company for the last few years. I heard your sit down interview on Paramount 33 and you said it would be great to see me again. Well I’m giving you that chance. You fancied yourself as the “Quad-Brand King”. There are no kings and queens of Paramount, I am Border Patrol and when I return, all trespassers will be dealt with. But until we meet at StrangleMania, stay safe. You’re my biggest investment so far and I plan on cashing that stake in. Have a great rest of the match Mr. Frields.
The lights come back on all over the arena as M$J disappears from the screen.
Aiello: WHAT!?
Bennett: SAY IT AGAIN JOE I DON'T THINK THEY GOT IT!
Aiello: You're right, I'm sorry... WHAT THE HECK!?
Bennett: Well things around here just picked up tenfold, Aiello. Marcu$ is coming back which, y'know, always great to see a performer in peak condition and we damn sure can't wait to see him again. But right now we've got Daphne and Stitches in the ring, Kolby getting back to the corner, and King Flip all but distraught as the man he hurt has set a challenge and two men he's beefing with are now here to say hello.
Aiello: Kruel Masters doing their best to take advantage of the distraction. They had Flip down for a moment there but, after a quick tag, it's been Stitches' time in this tag team encounter between the established Kruel Masters and the tumultuous and brand new Crimson Masquerade. King Flip and Stitches are both dominant singles performers, without a doubt, but both have admitted to not exactly liking the other guy.
Bennett: But they both know that ya ain't gotta like a guy to tag with him successfully. Do you remember The Flip and Jack Connection two years ago, though? Jack hated this man throughout the whole process. They were barely even so much as smiling at one another when they took the L to Russian Roulette. And don't get me started on the Dong.
Aiello: The excuse me?
Bennett: Listen. Moxie being out here might cost Crimson Masq. Hell maybe Kruel Masters spring back and take advantage. Whatever happens, Joe, just know that King Flip has clocked out from this one.
King Flip is out of position as Stitches rolls beneath a roundhouse kick for the tag. Flip rushes up the steps and snags the tag rope as Daphne motions to Kolby. The carnival clown is about to get the tag when Kolby and Daphne comes barreling into the new tag team from behind. They slam Stitches into Flip, causing the referee to call for the tag unbeknownst to them as they peel the clown away from the corner. BROKEN TABLETOP! They plant the clown face first into the canvas with the signature assisted DDT and Daphne covers Stitches! The referee, however, ignores it as he attempts to get Kolby back to their corner. The Kreels collectively yell at the referee; however, he stands his ground with a firm hand and informs them that The Mad King sliding into the ring is the legal man. Kolby misses a clothesline. CROWNING MOMENT! The signature pele kick sends Kolby bumbling to the canvas and rolling to the outside. Daphne gets to her feet and the two begin to circle around. Amis hops onto the ring apron to catch the referee's attention. Moxie from behind. Low blow! Moxie isn't finished as he clutches Flip from behind. He lifts for a German to the outside but Flip blocks with the leg. Daphne wants this to happen and rushes forth, but her offense finds the wrong purchase as Flip drops to one knee just in time. Superkick to Moxie! He gets ejected through the ropes to the outside and Lawrence goes wild.
Aiello: Hello and goodbye, Moxie! A misplaced superkick stops the assault from the former HBO Broadcast champion after the dastardly low blow by Moxie. And we've already seen the first of what may be many or few misalignments on the other side of the ring as well as Flip and Stitches failed to communicate for that tag.
Bennett: It's a good thing Kruel Masters were a little distracted with taking Stitches down or this could still be all Kolby and Daphne. That woman is a force and I for one am here for it.
Aiello: You just like that Daphne is a girl.
Bennett: Yep!
Stitches is barely standing in his corner for the first time as Flip stumbles toward him. The referee is distracted by a tag from Daphne and Kolby, leaving Amis but one second. That's all he needs as he grabs Flip by the back of his head and bounds the former champion's throat off the top rope. Flip flops to the canvas and the Masters are coming in for the kill. CHAINS OF RESISTANCE! The signature yakuza kick into the black tiger suplex signature combination leaves Flip with his shoulders down and Kolby with the pin. Daphne challenges Stitches to enter the ring... and Stitches obliges.
ONE!
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Daphne is all over Stitches but the bigger man can still force his way closer and closer to the pinning predicament.
TWO!
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Stitches takes the body blows, a flurry of elbows and knees, and connects but a single elbow to the sternum before BOOTING Daphne.
THR-NO!!!
Daphne blasts into the pin and breaks the count. Kolby, a little more than confused, realizes what's going on at Stitches is making their way back to the corner. He blasts Stitches off the corner and the carnival clown goes crashing down into the unsuspecting but inevitably waiting Moxie and Amis on the outside. Stitches just instinctively starts throwing bones with these two fellas and the outside of the ring is chaos. The referee, once again distracted, is looking away from this as Daphne fains a pain of some sort. This accidentally tricks Kolby, too, who comes rushing to his lady love. She shoves him off and right into a King Flip school boy. The referee gets into position and Lawrence EXPLODES as Chanel comes running down the rampway. Flip has Kolby's shoulders down!
ONE!
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Daphne drops the act and gets up as Chanel is just getting that side of the ring.
TWO!
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The King's manager catches the orange boot from behind, pulling and causing Daphne to face plant fingertips away from breaking the count.
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... KING FLIP AND STITCHES!
Flip gets to his feet as the ref raises his hand in victory...
...when suddenly the EXT flips on, revealing a cocky-looking Jim Connors from his office, wiping pizza sauce from his face before giving the team a round of applause. This confuses the Mad King greatly as the GM starts to speak.
Connors: Great job, fellas! You really showed those two what BRAWL is all about! Now, I wanna talk to you about PARABELLUM...more specifically, the annual Brand Warfare Match. It's really as simple as this, gentlemen, I'm building a squad of the red brand's finest, and--
Flip starts shouting at the GM from inside the ring, bringing up his match against Moxie...which gets a chuckle and a nod from the GM before he continues.
Connors: Oh, I know Flip. You made it abundantly clear where your focus is this year...so you have your match at the Pay-Per-View locked in. No doubt about that...but as for you, Stitches, I could really use a man of your talents on Team BRAWL this year. What'd ya say?
Stitches stares down the GM from where he's standing, before giving a glare in the direction of King Flip...and walks up the ramp without a single word uttered, leaving the crowd, the GM, and the Mad King all very confused as we move to commercial break.
WILL THERE BE A GOLD RUSH AHEAD?
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
JoJo Rush
VS Cyrus
SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
JoJo Rush
VS Cyrus
We return to ringside where Stroup is standing in the ring about to announce the next match!
Aiello: And here we go folks, it's time for our FX Broadcast Championship bout as JoJo Rush takes on the newly-crowned champion Cyrus!
Bennett: Some heated words between champ and challenger leading up to this match means we're in for...ah shit, this means I gotta go away now, don't it?
Steven takes his headset off, not wanting to deal with The House as he heads to the back before we cut to the ring!
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the FX Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from The Badlands, weighing in at 270 pounds ... JOJO RUSH!!!
Gigaslayer hits the PA system and the stadium lights go pitch-black. With the stage filling with smoke, JoJo approaches the stage and steps into the spotlight. As he stands there both Callie Clark and Tori come from the shadows and stand to either side From there, JoJo points a "Too Sweet" hand gesture like a finger gun towards the ring. JoJo "fires" the hand gesture at the 36 second mark, pyro explodes behind him around the EXT. JoJo then approaches the ring keeping his attention focused on the task at hand, ignoring jeers and boos as Callie makes her way to the announcers table with Tori at her side. Once in the ring, JoJo stares directly at the hard cam and points another finger gun and fires it once more.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in at 220 pounds he is the EWC FX Broadcast Champion ... CYRUS BLACK!
The lights in the arena dim and two spotlights hit the top of the entrance ramp as The Purge by Demetrius X blasts over the PA system. Cyrus calmly walks out and stands in the spotlight for a moment before making his way down to the ring. Once inside he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds his title high in the air before hopping down and staring a hole into JoJo.
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings both JoJo and Cyrus start circling each other before going for a collar and elbow tie up with the bigger JoJo getting the advantage and using his strength shoves the champion halfway across the ring where he quickly gets up and stares at his opponent with an irritated look on his face. JoJo quickly closes the distance and starts laying in with vicious chops that quickly turns Black's chest a bright red. JoJo brings his hand back for one last devastating chop but Cyrus ducks at the last second which causes Rush to stumble slightly.
Aiello: Close call there for the champ, but it's Rush that takes a fall!
Callie Clark: Come on JoJo, you got this!
Before JoJo can adjust Cyrus grabs him by the arm and spins him around, grabbing him by the waist and uses the leverage he gained to hoist the bigger man up over his head in a German suplex. He spins his hips and stands back up, hands still clasped as he hits a second and third in quick succession before laying into Rush with stiff elbows to the back of his head. Black shoots a half nelson to turn the bigger man over and goes for a quick pin with JoJo getting the shoulder up before the 2 count. Cyrus quickly gets to his feet and lands a vicious jumping stomp to the fallen man's throat before climbing to the top rope and hitting his signature diving headbutt which gets him a very close near fall.
Frustrated Black slaps the mat and gets to his feet, grabbing a fist full of JoJo's hair and pulls him up with him but with a sudden burst of energy Rush pushes Cyrus away and starts laying in with knife edge chops interspersed with the odd headbutt. Caught off guard the champion tries to dodge but backs himself into the corner where the challenger puts some distance between them and rushes forward with a big splash quickly followed up with a devastating Spinning Spine buster he calls the Rush-Buster before collapsing into a pinfall and getting a near fall of his own.
Aiello: Wow! Rush nearly taking the win there, but the champ still has a lot of fight in him!
Callie Clark: Sure, let's call it that.
Champion and challenger both slowly get to their knees and stare daggers into each other before hitting Junkyard Dog style headbutts on each other before standing up and laying in lefts and rights each trying to make the other man make a mistake first....
After a few times going back and forth JoJo over extends his arm allowing Cyrus to press the advantage and put the bigger man in the defensive but when it looks like the champion will take advantage Tori jumps up on the apron which draws the refs attention away from the men in the ring. Cyrus hits a German suplex with a bridge and the crowd chants to five before Cyrus realizes the ref isn't paying attention to count the pinfall. He lets go of Rush and lets him fall to the mat. He goes to shout at Tori for intervening as she jumps off the apron, only for Rush to get back to his feet as he spins the champion around, looking to spit a disgusting brown mist right into his eyes--but Cyrus narrowly avoids disaster!
BLACKOUT! Cyrus drives Rush face-first into the canvas as Tori slides in looking to intervene once again...only to get sent over the rope to the outside by the champion, who quickly makes a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall, and STILL the FX Broadcast Champion... CYRUS!
Cyrus gets to his feet, the ref raising his arm in victory as Tori manages to get back in to aid Rush out of the ring.
Aiello: What a contest this was, folks! JoJo Rush took Cyrus to his limits here tonight, but the FX Broadcast Champion manages to retain!
Callie Clark: This is absolute horseshit and you know it, Joe! The House will NOT stand for this!
Aiello: Well folks, a big win for the champ means that it's just about time for our main event, and as Callie Clark leaves the commentation station I just wanna say it'll be so nice to have Steve back. Right folks, we'll see you after this quick break!
With that, we go to our final commercial break of the evening ...
CHAMPION VERSUS CHAMPION, TO THE EXTREME!
STREET FIGHT (NON-TITLE)
Melinda Rhodes
VS Xavier Reid
STREET FIGHT (NON-TITLE)
Melinda Rhodes
VS Xavier Reid
We return to ringside where the fans are waiting on bated breath for the Main Event of the evening.
Aiello: Here we are, folks. X-Division Champ versus International Champ! Although there are no belts on the line, this is sure to be one hell of a spectacle.
Bennett: Tonight that gold means nothin’. I’m thinking both will be bloody, battered, and bruised, by the time all is said and done. I’ve been waiting for this match to start all night and I am READY to see the carnage!
Stroup: The following match is Street Fight and is scheduled for one fall!. Joining us first, from Rome, Georgia, weighing in at 145 pounds ... she is the current EWC International Champion…”THE REBEL STAR” MELINDA RHODES!!!
The lights drop to a dim blue only to brighten to a bright red as "The Steeple" by Halestorm plays over the P/A speakers. With a pyro explosion, the Rebel bounds from the curtains and onto that stage with a wicked grin. She sports her ring gear, a red leather vest with her winged star logo, aviator shades, and fingerless gloves. On her shoulder rests the EWC International Championship. Mel strides down the aisle, taking her time and rocking with the fans in attendance. She's high-fiving fans, giving hugs to kids, and one lucky fan's child ends up with a parting gift, her chrome aviator shades getting placed right on the kid's face.
After making the rounds at ringside, pumping up the front row fans, Rhodes slides under the ropes, pops up and runs up to the far turnbuckle, hoisting her championship in the air while headbanging to her music. She then turns and runs to the opposite side, arms out at her sides as she shouts "COME ON!!!!" to the fans, working them up just a little bit more. She hops down and places her belt down in the corner. Turning, Mel removes her vest, crouches low in her corner and waits...
Stroup: And her opponent, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds ... he is your EWC X-Division Champion…’THE BASTARD OF VOLANDO’...XAVIER REID!!
The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out. Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage and pulls his t-shirt off and drops it on the stage. His manager, ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love follows him out onto the stage, waving 'The Love Stick' around. Xavier 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 and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring and Xavier marches up the steps and steps into the ring, goes to the far corner and jumps up to the second rope and looks out over the fans as Tommy Love walks towards the referee, already complaining about something trying to influence the referee or at least bully him into giving them the advantage
Aiello: Melinda is just eyeing up Xavier. She looks like she is read to pou-
Melinda lunges forward and delivers a HARD forearm shiver to the side of Xavier’s face, causing him to stumble back into a corner.
DING DING DING
Melinda follows Xavier into the corner, unleashing a fury of strikes, before grabbing the ropes and changing her focus to kicks to Reid’s ribs. With Xavier still a little dazed by the offensive rush, Rebel hops up onto the middle rope and begins to rain down solid right hand punches. CRACK! Tommy Love out of nowhere up on the apron, cracks Melinda in the face with the Love Stick!!! Blood instantly begins to trickle down from a cut on the right side of her forehead as the distraction gives Xavier a moment to get his thoughts together. Before Rhodes can continue her assault, Xavier pushes her off of him with both hands, sending her flying back to the mat. She quickly bounces kips up, but is met with a HUGE dropkick to the chest that sends her flying backwards to the mat again and under the bottom rope to the ramp side of the ring.
Xavier watches Melinda fall off the apron as a metal chair slides into the ring, hitting his boot. He looks down, then up at Tommy Love who points at the chair, then over at Melinda who is starting to get to her feet. Reid grabs the chair and with a little bit of oomph, slides the chair towards Rhodes. As the chair comes sliding out of the ring, she instinctively grabs it, but before she can react, Xavier comes flying under the ropes with a baseball slide…slamming the chair into the face of The Rebel. With a hard thud, Rhodes hits the back of her head off the bottom of the ramp and while she grabbed the back of her head and tried desperately to wish away the pain, Xavier Reid takes the opportunity to throw up the apron skirting and start digging around under the ring. Amongst the array of items that had been tossed out, was Rebel’s red aluminum baseball bat.
Aiello: Oh boy, here we go!
The bat rolls over and taps off Melinda’s foot, causing her to look down and see it. Her eyes dart up to Xavier to see he is still busy digging underneath the ring. She grabs the bat and uses the crowd barrier to pull herself up to her feet. She creeps around a ladder that is partially propped against the ring like a ramp, around a few tables, and lines up her shot…she swings with all her might, BUT XAVIER MOVES AND MELINDA’S MOMENTUM CAUSES THE BAT TO SLAM OFF THE GROUND! The reverberation causes her to let go of it…AND XAVIER CRACKS HER ACROSS THE BACK OF HER NECK WITH A KENDO STICK!!! She drops to one knee as Xavier reaches down and grabs the bat, before whipping it up the ramp, away from them. Xavier turns back towards Melinda…SPEAR!!! Both Reid and Rhodes go crashing THROUGH the barricade! The fans part like the red sea as Rebel is back to her feet first, the right side of her face covered in blood from the wound on her head. Noticing that Xavier is still down, Melinda grabs him and pulls him to his feet, a small puddle of blood had formed on the ground obviously from the back of his head. She grabs the back of his head, lowering him down a bit…KICK to the side of the head, which causes the X-Division Champ to stumble a bit. Rebel answers that with ANOTHER kick to the side of the head, which leads to another stumble by Reid. With the pinnacle of the X-Division on the ropes, Rebel steps back AND PLACES A SUPERKICK TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD OF XAVIER REID!!! Reid drops to the ground and Melinda quickly goes for the cover, hooking his leg.
ONE!
TWO!!
NO!!!
Xavier throws up a shoulder, looking like he is finally getting his bearings back.
Aiello: Reid took a lot of damage there but he's still in this thing!
Bennett: C'mon Reid, slap some Flex-Tape on and get back to doing what you do best!
Melinda stands to her feet, but not before grabbing the kendo stick Xavier used earlier. She turns to see Xavier is still getting to his feet. She aims the stick, lifting it above her head. She swings down…NO! TOMMY LOVE GRABBED THE KENDO STICK!!! Melinda turns…AND UNLEASHES A FIREBALL AT TOMMY!!! Tommy Love doesn’t look like he was hit, but rather falls to the ground trying to get away from the flame.
CRACK!
XAVIER REID WITH THE OPPORTUNISTIC CHAIR SHOT!!! The chair hit the top of Melinda’s head so hard that it bent the seat backwards and now looks like an oversized necklace around Melinda’s neck. Xavier grabs Melinda and WHIPS her out of the crowd. Rhodes goes crashing through the barricade, but doesn’t stop until she crashes into the side of the propped up ladder, causing her to bend over it. Xavier runs out from the crowd and up to Melinda, grabbing her by the chair and leading her around, then up the ladder. About halfway they stop, before Xavier hooks Melinda’s neck and grabs the side of her pants. He lifts her up into the air…CTE!!! BRAIN BUSTER SUPLEX ONTO THE EDGE OF THE LADDER!!!
Melinda crumples to the ground, her neck still wrapped in the wreckage of the chair. Xavier looks down at her, then up towards where Rebel’s aluminum bat was. A wicked smile crosses his face, before he gives her a hard stomp to the back of her neck.
Aiello: Reid taking a sick sense of joy in the damage done to the EWC International Champion!
Bennett: He's just reminding ol' Rebel Star why he's the top of the X-Division, Joe!
Xavier slowly walks up the ramp, looking for the bat. Checking both sides of the ramp, he finally finds it, although a lot of time was wasted. Reid drops to his knees and fishes the bat out from between the entrance ramp and the barricade. A few more seconds pass as he finally pulls his hand out, grasping onto the red aluminum bat. Xavier turns around…AND MELINDA IS CHARGING UP THE RAMP WITH THE LADDER LIKE A JAVELIN!!! Xavier ducks JUST in time to miss having his head taken off by the top of the ladder. Melinda doesn’t have time to react to the missed shot before Xavier plants the top of her bat into her stomach. She drops the ladder and drops to her knees. Xavier sees his opportunity, runs at her, PUNT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!!! Melinda lands awkwardly on the ramp. Xavier rolls her onto her back and hooks her leg.
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Confused by why the ref isn’t counting, Xavier sits up and sees the chair that is still around Melinda’s neck, preventing her shoulders from touching the ground. Extremely aggravated by the turn of events, Xavier lifts Melinda to a sitting position and starts to fight to get the chair off from around her neck. After a good twenty seconds, he manages to release the mangled chair, tossing it to the side, before trying his pin again.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE-NO!!!
MELINDA WITH THE KICKOUT!!! Xavier waited too long! Back to standing, he uses his right foot to push the ladder back towards the ring, causing the ref to have to move out of the way. The ref comes over and yells at Xavier for almost hitting him, but Xavier ignores it and turns towards Rhodes…FIREBALL!!! BUT XAVIER DUCKED OUT OF THE WAY AND IT HIT THE REF!!! The ref drops to the ground as Xavier turns and looks at him, laughing. He turns back towards Melinda…SHOT THROUGH THE HEART!!! MELINDA WITH A DIAMOND CUTTER ONTO XAVIER!! She quickly hooks his leg.
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Melinda looks over at the ref, who is still on the ground, grabbing his face.
Aiello: Oh no!
Bennett: That could've been a twenty count for all we know, Joe...but no ref means no victory!
Melinda stands to her feet and runs over to the ref, checking on him. Her eyes quickly shift to the ladder, then to Xavier who still isn’t moving. Eyes back to the ladder, which she acts on, as she stands up and runs over to it. She lifts it up and places each end on the barricades just before the ring, making the ladder lift about three feet off the ground. As a second ref comes running down, Melinda turns around AND JUST MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER A SWING OF HER BAT FROM XAVIER REID!!! Melinda launches into action, a kick to Xavier’s leg…a kick to Xavier’s side…AND A KICK TO HER BAT WHICH CRACKS XAVIER IN THE TEMPLE! Xavier stumbles backwards a few feet, but then charges at Melinda…BACK BODY DROP AND XAVIER LANDS HARD ON THE LADDER!!! Melinda turns and adjusts Xavier on the ladder before sliding underneath it and making her way into the ring.
With her eyes still on Xavier, she climbs up to the top turnbuckle…focused…deep breath…
SHE JUMPS!!! REBEL STAR PRESS ONTO XAVIER REID!!! NO!!! XAVIER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND MELINDA GOES CRASHING THROUGH THE LADDER, BENDING IT IN HALF! Melinda lay motionless on the pile of twisted steel as Xavier stands to his feet. With a little bit of a second…or third…or even fourth wind, Xavier makes like Riley Reid and pushes through the pain as he steps over the ladder and grabs Melinda, pulling her to her feet. The wobbly Rhodes stands there as Xavier circles around her and ducks down, lifting her up into a fireman’s carry…XPLODE ONTO THE LADDER!!! He shifts and pulls her off the ladder, making sure her shoulders are touching the ground this time, before pinning her down.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... XAVIER REID!
Xavier rolls off of Melinda as Tommy Love comes running over with the EWC X-Division Championship belt. He hands it to Xavier, who has to use the barricade to stand up, as the ref grabs his free hand and lifts it into the air.
Aiello: A back and forth match that saw Melinda give it her all and Xavier learning from his mistakes.
Bennett: ‘Bout time. He should have had this match wrapped up early, but he allowed Melinda to crawl right back and make this into a dog fight. But either way, both of them did everything in their power to earn that victory and both of them showed why they are Champions.
Aiello: What a main event, folks! Thank you all for joining us for Monday Night BRAWL here tonight! We will see you in a couple weeks, but on HBO as we invade Friday Night RAMPAGE for this year's Invasion Series! For Steve Bennett I'm Joe Aiello, saying--
Suddenly, "Da Da Da" plays over the PA to a chorus of jeers as Jim Connors makes his way to the stage, microphone in one hand and a bottle of root beer in the other. He points at Reid who is making his way up the ramp...and then at Rhodes, still in the middle of the ring, as Connors speaks into the mic.
Connors: Well hell, Reid...I know you've been a little mad about our contract negotiations, but you didn't have to take your anger out on my EWC International Champion...on the captain of Team BRAWL in this year's Brand Warfare!
This bit of news gets a pop from the crowd as Rhodes slowly makes it to her feet before Connors continues.
Connors: See, I wasn't gonna let this show get off the air before I finally make an announcement about Team BRAWL...and the EWC International Champion is exactly who I need for my team captain! I may not have this squad fleshed out right now, but you can be damn sure I will by the time we invade RAMPAGE in a couple weeks...and for the squad I even have something up my sleeve that should motivate them to get the job done this year at PARABELLUM!
The crowd pops again for even more news, although both Reid and Rhodes are confused by the nature of what this all means as BRAWL comes to a close leaving us with more questions than answers heading into Invasion...
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: The Mad King
MATCH TWO: Cosmo Goldworthy
MATCH THREE: The Mad King
MATCH FOUR: The Mad King
MATCH FIVE: Jamie Love
MAIN EVENT: Alexander Umbra
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SEGMENTS
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The Mad King / Moxie
Daphne Kay
MNB
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH 1
Alexander Umbra
VS Zack Tyler
WINNER via pinfall: Alexander Umbra
MATCH 2
JRF
VS Chelsea Skye
WINNER via pinfall: JRF
MATCH 3
Caleb Scott
VS Darius
WINNER via pinfall: Darius
MATCH 4
Kruel Masters
VS King Flip & Stitches
WINNER via pinfall: King Flip & Stitches
MATCH 5
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
JoJo Rush
VS Cyrus
WINNER via pinfall and STILL FX Broadcast Champion: Cyrus
MAIN EVENT
Melinda Rhodes
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER via pinfall: Xavier Reid
BRAWL #598 MVPs: King Flip & Stitches
BRAWL #598 MATCH OF THE NIGHT (TIE): Kruel Masters VS King Flip & Stitches and Melinda Rhodes VS Xavier Reid
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