BRAWL #604 (SEASON 25 OPENER) - ANAHEIM

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BRAWL #604 (SEASON 25 OPENER) - ANAHEIM Feb 12, 2024 21:53:55 GMT -6 Jason Anderson The Boss and Amis FN Shelton like this

Post by MNB on Feb 12, 2024 21:53:55 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 #604 | FEBRUARY 12TH 2024

LIVE! from Angel Stadium in Anaheim, California

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

"I WON'T BOW DOWN" by P.O.D. blasts in the Stadium

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 #603 in New York City.

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 Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, Stitches, and Xavier Reid, before ending on the current champion Sally Talfourd.

Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Stitches, Morgan Darkwater, Caleb Scott, Dio, Antoni Malietoa, Chelsea Skye, Emmanuelle, Alexander Umbra, JoJo Rush, KU, Xavier Reid, and others making their way onto the red brand going into a historic 25th Season of BRAWL.

We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:

JoJo Rush with the EWC International Championship...and the EWC Hardcore Championship

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

A shot outside Angel Stadium reveals the start of a special fireworks display celebrating the arrival of Monday Night BRAWL!

A chant begins of

"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.

The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch (but not the 2005 film, that's a different home team entirely)!

An old-timey tune is played on the house organ as signs can be seen all over the stadium, and we soon see why there's music accompaniment:

"TAKE ME OUT TO THE BRAWL SHOW"

"LET'S GO ENJOY SOME GRAPS"

"A PAIR OF MAINSTAYS IN THE MAIN EVENT"

"CHAMPS COLLIDE AND A FOUR CORNERS MATCH"

"SO IT'S ROOT ROOT ROOT FOR THE RED BRAND"

"IF OUR GUYS DON'T WIN IT'S A SHAME"

"FOR THERE'S FIVE SWEET WRESTLING MATCHES"

and "AT THE OL' BRAWL SHOW"

The camera pans around Angel Stadium once more. We arrive at the announcers' table where Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett are standing by.

Aiello: Hello everyone and welcome to the start of a brand new season for Monday Night BRAWL! The red brand enters Season 25 with a hot lineup ahead of us, and it all culminates in a big main event as Morgan Darkwater and Stitches duke it out in a Two Out of Three Falls match to crown our inaugural EWC Heritage Champion!

Bennett: A new season means a new era, and even the title situation is all fresh and new! One of these two men will prove they deserve to be honored as the top of the food chain on the red brand, and hopefully neither man loses sight of that considering how their nights went at WrestleFest!

Aiello: Agreed, and the man that made Morgan's night a rough one will be in action as JoJo Rush takes on Sally Talfourd in a non-title Champion versus Champion clash! Rush comes into the new year as EWC International and Hardcore Champion, and has promised to tear into the EWC Undisputed Champion tonight...something the Magician will seek to prevent!

Bennett: Big war of words between those two going into tonight, but which champion will stand tall in the end?

Aiello: Before we get there, we have the matter of our first-ever BaseBRAWL Match, which sees Antoni Malietoa and Xavier squaring off in a leather strap Four Corners match!

Bennett: Xavier Reid has his eyes set on the big move to Paramount, but I hope for his sake he doesn't keep his eye off the Warrior here tonight!

Aiello: We also have non-title action from our EWC United States Champion, as Cosmo Goldworthy takes on Chelsea Skye in a chance for BRAWL to officially enter contention for the championship that is now being defended outside RAMPAGE!

Bennett: The red brand has a chance to take home more gold, and the first step is for the Nightmare Angel to pick up a win over Goldworthy to get into the title picture!

Aiello: On that note, we have a hardcore match with big implications to kick off the in-ring action as Jason Anderson faces Caleb Scott!

Bennett: These are two men who would love nothing more than to get a crack at JoJo Rush and the EWC Hardcore Championship, and one of them will have a chance to really line themselves up for that!

In the raucous Angel Stadium, a feverish energy crackles through the air, electrifying the eager crowd gathered within. They are a sea of anticipation, their voices rising in a cacophony of cheers and jeers that reverberate off the walls like thunder. Each person bears the mark of fervent devotion, shirts, signs, masks and replica belt - their fervour matched only by the pulsating rhythm of the arena's beating heart. As the moments tick by, the tension mounts, a palpable force that hangs heavy in the air like a wrestler poised on the brink of victory. And then, as if on cue, the lights dim, and the crowd erupts into a deafening roar, their anticipation reaching a fever pitch as the spectacle of the wrestling show is about to begin. A lone spotlight appears in the ring, Jessica Stroup underneath with a microphone at the ready.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I would like to introduce to you and welcome to the ring for a special address … the EWC Undisputed Champion … The Last Magician … Sally … TALFOURD!

The crowd erupts into a deafening roar, their enthusiasm to boo reaching a fever pitch as they eagerly await the spectacle to unfold. Suddenly, after a slight wait, Sally’s music hits and all eyes turn back to the stage. Again, drawing things out, Sally is slow to come to the stage. When she does appear, the intensity of the animosity only increases. Sally, dressed in her ring gear for her later showdown with JoJo Rush, has topped it off with the newest addition to the EWC merchandise range: A t-shirt with “President Mac fears President Jeff”. She waves one hand out to the crowd, the other dragging the EWC Undisputed Championship belt alongside her. Literally dragging it, the bottom half leaves a scratch on the floor where it’s trailed.

Joe Aiello: The past two weeks, we’ve seen Sally come out and simply degrade everything this company and her championship stands for. Tonight, Sally may well have reached all new depths.

Steve Bennett: You might not like how she delivers the message, Joe – I know I don’t. But the message is one that needs to be spread!

Joe Aiello: And what message is that? All I’ve heard from these little visits by our new “champion” is the same rubbish: EWC bad, Sally great. Give me a break!

At the foot of the ramp, Sally stops to fix the EWC Championship belt around her wait. Half-way through, she looks down, laughs and sarcastically rolls her eyes before starting over – this time intentionally doing it upside down. With a slap on the centre plate, Sally kicks a leg with a ‘Yeah!’ and then makes for the steps, now filled with excitement and glee. She darts up the stairs and then up the turnbuckle from the outside before striking a pose, one arm in the air, another pointing at her belt. She then jumps down to the mat, rolls through to the centre of the ring and then comes up on one knee, slowly stretching out her arms to welcome to jeers and the boos that flow.

Joe Aiello: I can’t remember the last time an EWC Undisputed Champion was greeted with such disdain. In a mere two weeks, Sally Talfourd has gone from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows.

Sally stands, a wry grin crossing her face. Jessica Stroup hands her the microphone, to which Sally snatches it from her and then sends her off with a dismissive wave of the hand. After waiting for the swell in the negativity, Sally brings the mic up and starts banging her hand on the mouthpiece, sending all sorts of feedback and thuds across the arena. That does the trick, as Sally begins.

Sally Talfourd: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Monday Night Brawl! Unfortunately, I have to begin with a regrettable apology on behalf of all EWC. We are all sorry that you had to schlep all the way out here to Anaheim. Because, as we all know, Anaheim is not in anywhere within the vicinity of Los Angeles. No no no. Anaheim is the poor man’s version of Los Angeles. Which means …

The crowd know what’s coming.

Sally Talfourd: … the Los Angeles Dodgers …

The booing intensifies, the hatred increasing.

Sally Talfourd: … is the one and only Los Angeles baseball team. We stand here in a toilet bowl, while just over there in Chavez Ravine is the heart and soul of Los Angeles baseball.

Sally grins, lowering the mic as the bile and venom become palpable. She gives the fans a moment to get it out, before continuing.

Sally Talfourd: But let’s talk about the fiasco that is occurring here tonight, and not 81 other nights this year. BaseBrawl is here, with all the grandeur you expect of a travelling hillbilly circus. And what a line-up we have brought you! I mean, when the EWC Undisputed Champion can’t even get into the main event, this must be a ratings winner!

Sally, with her free hand, reaches into her top and pulls out a piece of paper. Unfolding it with the aid of her mouth, she scans it.

Sally Talfourd: Oh, my apologies again. For a main event you have a clown fighting a pirate.

After scrunching up the paper, Sally tosses it to the corner of the ring with a shrug.

Sally Talfourd: And I thought Rampage was the wild show. Anyway, whatever floats your boat – unless you’re Morgan Darkwater and you have no boat. Or a second leg. Or even a chance in hell of getting recognised as a legitimate contender to this.

Sally slaps the belt around her waist.

Sally Talfourd: If it helps, you can join the line of second-rate nobodies lining up to get at me. I mean, apparently there’s a line. I don’t know, I don’t really look behind, but ahead. And ahead, what a match-up we have tonight. JoJo Rush versus Sally Talfourd. Three … count them, three championships in the one match. It will be a show for the ages: One competitor at the top of their game, widely recognised as the benchmark of technical wrestling and a champion wherever she’s gone. And the other? JoJo Rush.

The crowd erupts into a frenzy at the prospect of JoJo Rush being the one to bring an end to Sally’s diatribe. Alas, it doesn’t seem to be the moment for that.

Sally Talfourd: What’s left to say about that no-good dirty cow rustler? I don’t want to repeat myself and put you all to sleep; I’ll let Xavier Reid do that later tonight. So I’ll just say this: Brace yourselves for the greatest match JoJo has ever been in. I will sacrifice my back and my shoulders to carry him through a genuine wrestling match. I will extract from him any drop of wrestling I can all for you, the fans. My body, my sacrifice, if yours. All I ask in return is one small, simple thing in return.

Sally lowers the microphone to look around. The crowd, stretching far and wide, is a murmur, the suggestions and questions of what that favour might be rippling across the sea of people. Sally brings the microphone up once more to her mouth.

Sally Talfourd: All I ask for is that you join me in a chant. A simple one that recognises my ongoing sacrifice for you all. A chant that comes from the heart and grows with respect and honours all those in its shade. One that you all know I have earned. Ok, now everyone this side of the ring …

Sally gestures to those to the left of the ramp, wrapping around to one side.

Sally Talfourd: … when I give the signal you all scream out ‘Queen’! And this half …

Sally gestures to the remaining half of the crowd.

Sally Talfourd: … you all yell at the top of your lungs ‘Sally’. Are you all ready? On my signal. Ready, set, go!

Sally sweeps her arm out, gesturing to the Brawl crowd who boo loudly in response. She swings her arm to the other side, only to be met with an even louder chorus of boos. With a scoff and a shake of the head, Sally returns to the microphone.

Sally Talfourd: Figured this would be too difficult a task for a Brawl crowd. Too many syllables?

Again, Sally stretches free her arm out toward the crowd, microphone up to her lips.

Sally Talfourd: Queen!

She turns, ready to gesture toward the other half of the crowd only to be interrupted by the chorus to “You Should See Me In A Crown” by Billie Eilish. The crowd’s attention turns to the stage, as does Sally’s with a bemused smirk on her face.

Joe Aiello: Thank GOD someone is going to put a stop to this.

Melody Malone: You rang?

Sally Talfourd: Get with the times. No one rings anymore, they text. Things have changed since you were last relevant Ms. Malone.

Melody Malone: Normally, I wouldn’t be out here to defend Brawl of all places, but since we kinda, sorta, did steal their best chance at bringing the Undisputed championship back to their show… I figure I sort of owe it to them. Plus I heard there was some new royalty running around tonight, and I couldn’t resist the urge to see just how high they think their crown sits…

The crowd erupts into a frenzy, knowing that a confrontation for the ages is about to unfold. Melody strides down the ramp with an intense glare, her muscles tense, and her jaw clenched. The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as the audience senses the impending clash. With every step closer to the ring, the tension mounts, reaching a fever pitch as the two adversaries lock eyes.

Sally Talfourd: So this is what it takes to get the Great Melody Malone’s attention? Hurt your ego a couple of times? You’re easier to summon than Beetlejuice, though the resemblance isn’t lost.

Melody Malone: You’re hurting my ears, not my ego. All your screeching and whining. The past two weeks, we’ve all had to put up with you coming out, running your mouth and walking all over EWC. And given you’re a one-trick magician, you’ll probably do the same next week on Rampage. You think because you’re champion, you get to treat the fans like that? Treat the wrestlers like that? Treat EWC like that? You haven’t earned that right. You come back when you’ve won that belt three times and we’ll talk about what you can and can’t do.

The crowd roars with fervor, their energy amplifying with each verbal jab traded between the two. Tension electrifies the air as the fans eagerly awaits the moment when physicality will replace words in this epic confrontation.

Sally Talfourd: Quality over quantity, dear. Quality over quantity. What you did in those three reigns of yours, I’ll have already matched in three weeks! Everyone’s talking about Sally and her title. Everyone’s watching EWC just to see what I do next. I promise you that next week’s Rampage - where I defend and retain my championship - will be the most watched episode in our lifetime!

Melody Malone: You want to talk about quality and quantity? You’ve got neither where it matters, and plenty where it doesn’t. People aren’t watching EWC because of you; they are watching in spite of you. They are waiting for the moment to see you lose that belt and then ride off back to Prime and disappear. They know - the fans know - what that :belt means. Its history and its legacy are unrivaled in this business! I’m part of that, and so were a bunch of names that people will remember in decades to come. You’re a footnote to their achievements. You stand here trying to stand on the shoulders of greater people who came before you and we’re supposed to, what? Be impressed? Clap? Cheer? That belt might not mean anything to you, but it sure as hell means a lot to a whole line of people ready and willing to take it off you!

The crowd's excitement crescendos, their cheers and jeers echoing throughout the arena as the verbal sparring reaches a fever pitch. Anticipation hangs thick in the air, fueling the electric atmosphere as the tension between the wrestlers and the audience reaches its peak. It’s Sally who cuts the tension, first with a roll of her eyes and then a step backwards from Melody.

Sally Talfourd: Well you, Ms. Malone, can get to the end of that line and wait your turn. What are you, sixth? Seventh? Eighth? Doesn’t matter, I’ll get to you eventually. Tonight it’s JoJo Rush. Couple days from now, Mercenary. After that, whoever is next in line … when the time is right.

Sally tosses the microphone through the air, Melody catching it with ease. Sally’s music hits before the tête-à-tête con go on, much to the chagrin of the fans. Sally, backing her way to the ropes, has some last words for Melody who just laughs back at her.

Joe Aiello: I don’t know about you, Steve, but that gave me goosebumps.

Steve Bennett: This is the first time these two have ever spoken, much less stepped into the same ring. I sure hope that this isn’t their last!

Joe Aiello: Somehow I doubt it will be, whether Sally retains at Rampage or not. But this is Brawl! And we have a whole lot of action coming your way tonight!

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THE HARDCORE SUMMIT!
SINGLES MATCH, HARDCORE RULES
Jason Anderson
VS Caleb Scott

We return to ringside where everyone is getting ready for the first Brawl match of the season!

Aiello: Our opening match of the night, or of the season, pits two blood-thirsty individuals across the ring from each other in a match that we will SURELY see someone carried away from on a stretcher.

Bennett: These two sons o’ bitches better put up one hell of a welcome to twenty-twenty-four match. They got a lotta weight on their shoulders for this one.

Stroup: The following match is a one-on-one hardcore match! Joining us first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 215 pounds ... ’THE BOSS’ JASON ANDERSON!

The arena lights start to flash on and off as NF- No Excuses come over the speakers as smoke appears on the Extreme Tron in big letters, with his picture… Jason Anderson “The Boss”. Jason appears on the stage wearing his hood over his head standing on his right is David and on his left is Diana wearing all leather black with her shades on her face and blow pop in her mouth. Jason plays to the crowd a bit as Dave and Diana walked on his side walking with him down to the ring.

He gets inside of the ring and pops the hood off his head like AJ Styles on the top rope pointing a finger down to Angel. She is jumping up and down for her father as he grins and winks at her as he jumps down off the corner ropes. He looks right around the ring while he takes off his hood jacket and starts to test ropes a bit.

Stroup: And his opponent, from St. Cloud, Minnesota, weighing in at 225 pounds ... the GRANITE CITY SADIST, CALEB SCOTT!

The lights shut off, flooding the crowd in darkness as the tension begins to rise.

“Are you buried alive!?!”

The screaming vocals tear through the venue with white lights flickering to the beat. A spotlight shines from above the ring to the stage, revealing Caleb Scott in his leather jacket with a hood pulled over his head. He takes a brief look around at the crowd before walking down the ramp as the white lights continue to flicker. Caleb walks up the steps and enters the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring, Caleb slowly begins to raise his arms to the side.

“I can’t stop, my path is set.”

The tension builds as he brings his hands up, and grips onto his hood.

“All I know is violence!”

Caleb throws his hood back and extends his arms to the side. AND JASON ANDERSON CHARGES FORWARD, THROWING A FOREARM INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!

DING DING DING

Caleb Scott stumbles forward into the ropes, grabbing at his head. Jason Anderson begins to rain down lefts and rights to the back of Caleb’s skull. Jason steps back, catching his own breath as Caleb stands up slowly from the attack. Jason charges forward… CLOTHESL-NO! CALEB SCOTT DROPS DOWN AND LAUNCHES JASON ANDERSON OUT OF THE RING WITH A BACKBODY DROP!!! Jason flies out… AND CRASHES ONTO DAVID, SOFTENING HIS LANDING ON THE OUTSIDE! Caleb turns and runs, bouncing off the ropes on the other side of the ring. He comes flying back and drops down into a baseball slide… INTO JASON ANDERSON WHO JUST GOT TO HIS FEET!!! JASON SLAMS INTO THE FAN BARRICADE! Caleb can be seen yelling at the fans in the front row, with one of them reluctantly handing him their steel chair.

With the steel chair in hand and a wobbly Jason Anderson leaning against the barricade, Caleb runs about fifteen feet down the front row and climbs up onto the barricade. As quick as the man can run, he takes off towards Jason Anderson… tossing him the chair, which Jason catches instinctively… FLYING DROPKICK INTO THE CHAIR AND THE CHAIR SLAMS INTO JASON’S FACE! Dropping to the ground with blood gushing from his nose, Jason Anderson grabs his face in pain. Caleb nonchalantly stands to his feet, a devilish smile on his face. Suddenly Angel, Jason’s daughter, comes running down the entrance ramp… her mouth going a mile a minute as she is trying to read the riot act to Caleb Scott. She gets in the former FX Champions face and begins chewing him out, before smacking him hard enough across the face that even the people in the upper seats of Angel Stadium could hear it.

Aiello: Oh, I don’t know if that was the right action to take Angel!

Bennett: That Son o’ Bitch is about to skin that little girl alive. Can we air that on t.v.?

The sadistic smile on Caleb’s face gets a little wider as he pulls back and unleashes a HUGE right hook… only to catch nothing but air. While he was winding up, a black gloved hand with a white chess rook on it, had reached out from under the ring and grabbed Angel… pulling her underneath just as quick.

Caleb looks around, a bit confused… but with just enough time to catch a bit of his bearings and turn back to Jason Anderson. But all the time wasted on Angel had given Anderson enough time to get to his feet. He grabs Caleb by the scruff of the neck and SLAMS his head into the apron. Not once… not twice… but THREE times, before rolling him into the ring. The momentarily stunned Scott stands to his feet, just in time to see Jason use the ropes to slingshot himself up to the corner… PIPER’S PIT! REVERSE MOONSAULT ONTO CALEB SCOTT AND JASON ANDERSON HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR-KICKOUT!!!

Aiello: Jason almost catching Caleb slacking in his duties. The Sadist needs to get his mind back in the match.

Bennett: That’s all well and good, but who was the son o’ bitch who stole Angel? Are we going to have someone look for that lil’ filly?

Calb rolls over to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet as a bloody faced Jason Anderson stands to his feet in the middle of the ring. His chest raising up and down viciously as spittle mixed with blood, shoots out onto the mat. Caleb turns and charges Jason, but when Jason reaches out to grab him Caleb slides under Jason’s arms and out of the ring. Without hesitation, the Granite City Sadist throws up the apron skirt and reaches under the ring… grabbing a chain-wrapped bat that had been stashed under there earlier in the night. As Caleb begins to pull it out, the black glove that had grabbed Angel earlier reaches out and grabs the bat, preventing him from getting it out. Caleb pulls and pulls, but a second hand comes into the light to stop him from obtaining the bat.

With a primal yell, Calb yanks the bat and the hands let go… causing him to stumble back and slam into the front of the announcers table. AND HERE COMES JASON ANDERSON!!! HE JUMPES OVER THE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE DI-NO! CALEB SCOTT MOVES AND JASON ANDERSON CRASHES INTO A CRUMPLED MESS WHERE THE GROUND MEETS THE TABLE.

Caleb Scott looks at the mess that lay before him, lifts up his bat… AND BRINGS THE BUTT END OF IT DOWN ONTO JASON ANDERSON’S FOREHEAD! If he wasn’t bleeding from there before, he certainly is now. Caleb Scott grabs the legs of Jason Anderson and pulls him away from the table. As he drops to his knees, he places the bat across Jason’s throat and begins to press down hard. Anderson, gasping for air, begins to flail around, but Caleb keeps pressing hard. Diana comes running over, yelling at Caleb Scott, which only causes him to stand to his feet and chase her away. Turning back towards Jason… BUT THE BOSS IS ON HIS FEET! B.J.A! NO, CALEB SCOTT DUCKED UNDER IT! Caleb grabs Jason in his prone position, picking him up… FINAL RESTING PLACE!!! CALEB SCOTT WITH THE AIR RAID BOMB ON THE OUTSIDE AND JASON ANDERSON IS OUT COLD! Caleb Scott goes for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall… CALEB SCOTT!

Caleb stands to his feet and stumbles away from Jason as David and Diana run over to check on him. Angel crawls out from under the ring and instantly goes to her father to check on him.

Aiello: This season just isn’t starting how Jason Anderson wants it to. He is giving his sweat, his tears, and as we can tell tonight… his blood. But nothing is falling into place for him.

Bennett: You have to give him some credit, as this was a quick paced match that got him busted open early on. Can’t really blame him when he is trying. But like you said, it just isn’t coming up Jason Anderson this season.

Aiello: What a match to get things started tonight! Folks, in just a moment we'll get on with even more action here on Monday Night BRAWL!

Jason and Angel have already made their way to the back, with Caleb Scott leaving the ring as ...

The lights in the arena dim as the opening notes of “The Sunk'n Norwegian” hit the PA system to the jubilant cheers of the capacity crowds packed into the Angel Stadium as Captain Morgan Darkwater steps out onto the stage, steel Blast briefcase in hand, pumping up the fans with loud roars as he makes his way down the ramp.

Stroup: Making his way to the ring, the Brawling Buccaneer, and one of the contenders for tonight’s inaugural Heritage Championship match – CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!!

Aiello: Sure, if any man on the red-brand needed no introduction, it’s the Captain. There’s no one else quite like him in the entire roster – in all of EWC, I’d say!

Bennett: No one, except maybe his opponent tonight in the two-out-of-three falls match for the Heritage title, Stitches the clown! Two long-time faces of Brawl, fighting it out for a title that represents our proud history! One hell of a main event we got lined-up tonight, folks.

Aiello: Speaking of potential faces of our show, who’s your money on, Steve? Personally, I think Darkwater would bring a bombastic and colourful element, sure to be a strong and proud champion as he promises to give the fans a champion they can rally behind, and the sort of leader he feels is sorely missing from Brawl… I’m all for it!

Bennett: A strong champion? Is he forgetting out double-champion, JoJo Rush, who Morgan himself recently failed to beat for the new Hardcore title? We’re doing just fine for strong champs, Joe, but if I had to pick then my money is definitely on Stitches coming away with the win, and the title. For too long the other brands have considered Brawl a joke, and with Stitches representing us? They’d quickly learn Brawl is no laughing matter…!

The Captain had done a quick once round the ring during this conversation, high-fiving and interacting with excited fans before climbing up the steps to climb over the top-rope of the ring to circle it once as ringside fetches him a live microphone. Stooping down to take it, he returns to the centre of the ring and raises the microphone to his lips.

Darkwater: Good evenin’, Anaheim!!

He pauses as the cheers intensify from his cheap pop, grinning unashamedly as he nods along, silently encouraging them to get it out of their system before continuing.

Darkwater: My lord, it feels good t’be back in California – when was th’ last time th’ Captain in th’ Golden State? One? Two? Three … Six years?!

He stares down at the record-keeper, who’s holding up six fingers. The incredulous look on his face is a picture.

Aiello: That’s right, folks! The last time Morgan performed in California it was 2018 against Amis Shelton. Seems like a lifetime ago…!

Darkwater: Good lord, has it really been that long? Well, nay matter – Th’ Brawlin’ Buccaneer be back, lads an’ lasses, after all this time! An’ he can think of nay better time to return to big old CA than to compete fer th’ brand-new Heritage title, later tonight, in front of all of ye!

Another round of cheers, another approving smile from the Captain as chants start filling the arena:

GO FER GOLD!!

GO FER GOLD!!
GO FER GOLD!!

Darkwater: Aye, I be intendin’ to do just that tonight! I’m comin’ back out to this ring fer th’ main event, full wind in me sails, to give Stitches th’ fight of his life! If he want the honour an’ distinction of becomin’ Brawl’s first Heritage champion, then by all the gods, Captain Morgan Darkwater is goin’ to put him through one hell of a crucible! Ask Rush, ask Severn, ask e’eryone th’ Captain faced in th’ Blast tournament …

He pauses to take the steel briefcase in his other hand with a proud smirk.

Darkwater: Hells, ask King Flip, where’er he is! All of them, win or lose, can attest that Captain Darkwater is no slouch when it comes to fightin’ fer a chance at th’ gold! An’ whilst he may not have always come up th’ victor, nay can deny he gave it his all each an’ e’ery time, e’en going so far as to givin’ his body numerous times!

He raises his left leg to tap the prosthetic limb against the steel briefcase, then brought the case up to tap the left side of his chest, where he had been shot just under two months ago.

Darkwater: But none of that kept th’ Captain down fer long, no sir! An’ if ye think tonight will be any different, then ye haven’t been payin’ attention, hah! Darkwater goes hells fer leather when there’s gold on th’ line, an’ this season that will be more prominent than e’er before! He’s settin’ his sights not only on this Heritage title tonight, but this briefcase still holds a contract entitlin’ him to another shot at that Hardcore title… an’ let’s not forget who the last person to beat the Undisputed Champion, Sally Talfourd, was! That’s right, it were Captain Morgan Darkwater, an’ ye best believe he be settin’ his sights on th’ greatest treasure this company has to offer before long! But let’s not –

Another chant cuts him off before he could continue, the Captain tilting his head to one side with an eager smirk as cries ring out:

ALL THE TITLES!!

Darkwater: Aye, that’s right, lads an’ lasses, th’ Captain isn’t sittin’ around waitin’ fer championship opportunities to drop into his lap anymore – he ain’t gettin’ any young, hah! Nay, he’s goin’ forward in full treasure-huntin’ mode this year, an’ one just won’t suffice! That mad bastard Rush thinks he be th’ only man capable of bearin’ th’ weight of two championships? Well, let’s see if we can do him one better, an’ aim fer three! Hells, make it four, a nice an’ round number! See how he an’ th’ blasted House be laughin’ as Captain Morgan Darkwater takes their precious titles one by one…!

As if on cue, the House flood out to the stage. The EWC Tag Team Champions, Dan Funk & Brodie Dawson, The House’s young Lion, Callum MacBeth, The Bodyguard, Tori Taylor, Alastor Grey, and the Hardcore & International Champion, JoJo Rush waltz out to the stage. JoJo is the only one with a microphone in hand and laughs into it. Tori holding onto both the Hardcore and International championships. The X-Division Championship still on JoJo’s waist. The Captain lets out an exasperated sigh – as if knowing he had summoned them by mentioning them one too many times – rolls his eyes and his shoulders, but allows Rush to say his piece.

Rush: If Ah didn’t know better, Darkwater– Ah would say that Ah inspired you!

Anaheim boos the House, who wave off the crowd and mock them. JoJo paces back and forth on the stage in front of his group. JoJo laughs at the thought before turning to face Darkwater again.

Rush: Ah can see why. You got to see first-hand what a real champion looks like. You saw what it takes to not only take one of these title belts, but to actually defend them.

JoJo looks over to Tori, who flaunts the International Title by smacking the face plate with her palm.

Rush: My only concern is that you just don’t have it anymore. You couldn’t beat me at WrestleFest– shoot you couldn’t even win your own belts back from Jack at House Party. Look at yourself!

JoJo openly laughs at Morgan and points to the old man, not once does JoJo dare to leave the stage and step onto the ramp toward Morgan.

Rush: Don’t let my inspiration kill you, Darkwater. How much more do you have left to give?

The Captain regards him quietly for a moment, then approaches the ring ropes and sits sideways on the middle-rope, gesturing for Rush – no, for the entire House – to join him in the ring.

Darkwater: How much do I have left, ye ask? Well, why don’t ye quit pussy-footin’ around up there, an’ come find out! Come one, come all, th’ Captain don’t discriminate, an’ he’s eager to dish out an ass-kickin’... I could use th’ warm-up!

Funk, Dawson and MacBeth are eager to go! Practically baying at Rush’s heels like bloodhounds, waiting for him to let them off the leash as he and Darkwater lock eyes. Tori is leering at the Captain as she continues to taunt him with the Hardcore title Morgan failed to win from her lover. Only Alastor seems to be the voice of reason, leaning in to try and dissuade Rush from doing anything rash, reminding him of his match later against Talfourd. All the while, Darkwater is goading the lot of them, gesturing for them to step up into the ring if they think they got what it takes.

Aiello: Captain Darkwater showing sheer defiance in the face of the House’s superior numbers here tonight! They look set to tear him apart, and he’s not backing down!

Bennett: Hell yeah, Joe! Let that stupid old bastard kick the hornet’s nest! I’m liking the Captain’s new zero-shits attitude, and as much as I’d love to see him kick seven-shades of tar outta that Cowboy C**k and his flunkies, I’m not sure he wants to be tempting fate with such a big match later!

Eventually, after a long and heated staredown from across the ramp, JoJo smirks and seems to agree with Alastor, waving off Morgan and keeping the others reluctantly on the stage. Visibly disappointed, the Captain pulls himself up from his seated position and stands up, leaning against the top rope to continue his verbal sparring match, having been denied a physical one.

Darkwater: But ye know what, Rush? In a sense, ye be right – ye did inspire me. Ye did show me what it takes to be a true champion … but all that doesn’t count fer shit if ye don’t have th’ respect of yer peers, an’ th’ EWC fans. Fact of th’ matter is, ain’t no one outside of yer little Clubhouse who respects ye, Rush, an’ th’ only reason anyone here watches yer title matches is in the hopes that ye finally lose them, an’ they pass on to someone who will treat them with more respect an’ reverence. ‘Cause we all know ye couldn’t give a rat’s ass about either of those titles yer mannish wench there is so eager to lord over e’eryone…

This time, it’s Tori who’s out for blood, pouncing forward only to get body-blocked by her husband, Rush gives Tori a calm look before turning back to face Darkwater.

Rush: Do you know what happened to the last mind that stood in that-there ring and challenged me to a fight?

Darkwater: Ye set that she-demon on them…?

Tori is steaming mad, but reluctantly relents and takes a step back. JoJo parks his rear and takes a seat at the ramp to show his stubbornness as the Captain gestures at him exaggeratedly to make himself comfortable. Once sitting, JoJo mockingly laughs at Morgan and continues.

Rush: No. Ah buried ‘em in the same desert they crawled out of before.

JoJo looks back up with a disconcerting smile on his face.

Rush: Know what Ah hate most about this promotion, Darkwater? It DEMANDS blood. It demands so much blood, so much pain, it pays top-dollar for the most violent people they can find and pits them against each other in deathmatches. Can you even remember the names of the people you maimed for that-there Blast briefcase? Do you even care?

The crowd boos JoJo who pauses to think on what he wants to say next.

Rush: Thankfully, Ah do know better. Ah know that you ain’t inspired by achievin’ my level of greatness. See Ah’m a far better man than you, Darkwater. These crowds boo me because Ah represent a level of success that they’ll never have the strength to reach. Yet they can’t deny that Ah’m the greatest man in this sport. Everyone knows that there is nobody stronger, more deserving of respect, n’ no man greater than the LIGHT of MONDAY Night! Fact is, you don’t want these titles, nor do you want to even fight in that Retirement Home Championship or whatever the hell it’s called with that old fool, Stitches.

Rush points towards Darkwater, who just smirks and motions for him to continue.

Rush: No. You want pity. You know Stitches is going to beat you bloody. Hell if you ain’t lucky, he’ll also take another one of your limbs from you. Ah ain’t going to give you the satisfaction Morgan. Not anymore.

This time it's the Captain’s turn to place back and forth in the ring, nodding as if agreeing with Rush’s words as he chooses his next words carefully. When he reached the ropes again, however, his face is set in a hard stare as he raises the Blast briefcase high above his head.

Darkwater: Wolfe. King. Umbra. Mercenary… Unlike some people in this arena, th’ Captain respects an’ remembers his skilled opponents, an’ not just th’ dammable things he did to them. This crowd, these people – th’ Captain’s Motley Crew – they may boo ye, an’ rightfully so… but ye think it be out of jealousy? Or envy fer th’ gold an’ fame ye attain an show little dammed respect fer? Nay, lad, ye touched upon why e’eryone boos JoJo Rush… they pity ye.

Rush visibly scoffs at this, raising his mic to correct the Captain, but Morgan doesn't give him the opportunity.

Darkwater: Oh aye, they pity ye, Rush. ‘Cause they, like th’ Captain, remember th’ man ye used t’be, a true man in e’ery sense of th’ word. Strong an’ talented, aye, with th’ world at his feet… but an’ honest, upstandin’ an’ gallant gentleman of th’ highest calibre. Not this loathsome, callous husk of a man who's so mired in his own tar-pits of self-hatred that he's slowly sinkin’ further an’ further into th’ suffocatin’ blackness, who had to manifest some kind of delirious sense of grand, holy purpose just so he could shift his focus on “savin’ others”... because he truly believes he, himself, is so beyond help, beyond redemption, stubbornly refusin’ th’ simple fact that ye can't save a goddamm single person until ye save yerself.

The Captain lets that sink in, revelling in the mix of furious, indignant expressions on the faces of Tori, Alastor, and the rest of the House. Clearly none of them like hearing their lauded double-champion being called a shallow hypocrite in front of millions. But Rush is oddly stoic, regarding Morgan with a tight-lipped glower as the Captain moves on.

Darkwater: An’ aye, ye may be one of the best men in this business, Rush, th’ Captain ain't afraid to admit that, e'en if he can't rightly remember one time ye defended those titles without th’ aid of yer lil Housemates there... But let's not forget that one hell of a woman holds the Undisputed title. An’ as of right this moment, which of th’ two of us has a singles victory over Miss Talfourd, where her attentions an’ energies weren't divided, hmm?

JoJo sat up and smacked the microphone and reiterates with an air of condescension.

Rush: Is this thing on?! Ah already said Ah’m not fighting you, Darkwater. Do yourself a favor and let your hate for me, and that blast briefcase go. Or else we’re taking your other leg; you’ll never be able to beat the House, Darkwater because–

The House shout in unison with JoJo, raising their titles together.

The House: The House ALWAYS Wins!

The House’s music plays. JoJo and the gang back step away from the stage, JoJo mockingly waving to Morgan before exiting through the stage.

Aiello: What a confrontation between JoJo Rush and Morgan Darkwater!

Bennett: You get the feeling things are far from over between them, but how will this impact their mindset going into tonight's matches!

Aiello: We'll find out in due time, folks!

We move to a commercial break.

RED, WHITE, AND BRAWL!
SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE
Chelsea Skye
VS Cosmo Goldworthy

We return to ringside where the fans inside Angel Stadium are ready for some hardcore action...of a wrestling variety!

Aiello: Welcome back folks! A wild night here in Anaheim, and we're only on our second match of the evening as Chelsea Skye takes on Cosmo Goldworthy in non-title action!

Bennett: A big chance for the Nightmare Angel tonight, that's for damn sure!

Stroup: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 123 pounds... 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

Stroup: And the opponent, residing in the Golden State of San Francisco, California and weighing in at 201 pounds... COSMO GOLDWORTHY!

The arena plunges into darkness as the electric beat of "Money On My Mind" reverberates throughout the building. Gold and white lines then strobe throughout the building as the EWC United States Champion Cosmo Goldworthy swaggers out with his manager Dimitri Graves towing behind with a sinister smirk on his face. Cosmo opens up his Louis Vuitton jacket to show off the United States Championship around his waist, the gold glistening under the arena lights as he struts down the ramp. Cosmo slides in, climbing the top rope and raising the Too Sweets up high for everyone - as regardless of if you're with The House or against them, noise is being made from every corner of the building. Cosmo drops off the top rope, removing his jacket and championship; handing both to Dimitri outside.

DING DING DING

Cosmo runs at Chelsea looking for a clothesline that Chelsea ducks. Cosmo turns to face Chelsea but she takes him over with a hurricanrana. Cosmo gets to his feet but a dropkick knocks him back down to the mat. He gets back to his feet but Chelsea grabs him and whips him off the ropes. Chelsea runs off the opposite ropes and springs into a flying clothesline that brings Cosmo crashing to the canvas. Cosmo scrambles to get back to his feet but all that awaits him is a superkick. Chelsea catches him on the butt of the jaw and Cosmo drops like a stone. Chelsea makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Cosmo pushes his way free to break the count. Cosmo, somehow, manages to get to his feet before Chelsea does and he hits her with an axe kick. Chelsea manages to get to her feet but Cosmo bends catching her on the temple with a scorpion kick. Chelsea staggers before Cosmo takes her down to the mat with a Russian leg sweep that he rolls into an elbow drop. He makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Chelsea lifts a shoulder from the mat to break the count.

Aiello: That’ll knock the wind right out of you but still Chelsea Skye kicks out.

Bennett: Cosmo Goldworthy will not only be thinking about what does he have to do to keep her down but will be willing to do just that.

Both slowly get to their feet. Cosmo fires at Chelsea with a Rolling Elbow but Chelsea ducks it and shoves Cosmo off the ropes. Cosmo rebounds and jumps at Chelsea hitting a Cash Cow. He makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Chelsea just manages to roll to her side breaking the count. Cosmo pulls Chelsea to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Chelsea ducks a clothesline and smacks Cosmo with his own move the Ready To Die. Chelsea makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Cosmo rolls to his front breaking the count.

Aiello: Almost defeated by his own move!

Bennett: The pain of losing to his own move may have been what spurned him to kick out. However, the question now is: can he get back into this match?

Chelsea lifts Cosmo to his feet but Cosmo shoves Chelsea’s arms and grabs her taking Chelsea to the mat with a uranage. Chelsea staggers to her feet. Cosmo grabs her arms from behind and twists her for a Gold Mine. Chelsea manages to pull her arms free and she shoves Cosmo to the corner. Cosmo manages to stop himself from going chest first into the corner. He turns around as Chelsea’s runs at him hitting looking to hit For Justin. Cosmo manages to counter with a flapjack into the corner. Cosmo grabs Chelsea’s arms twisting her into a Gold Mine and drives Chelsea to the mat. He rolls Chelsea over. He grabs a leg as the referee counts.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall COSMO GOLDWORTHY!

Cosmo climbs to the top rope and holds up his championship while raising Too Sweets.

Aiello: And the house wins again! Just when it looked all over for Cosmo Goldworthy, he countered, Chelsea Skye and rammed her into the corner which left her open for him to pick up the victory.

Bennett: He countered but Chelsea Skye was clearly looking to hit For Justin. I don’t believe Cosmo Goldworthy was getting back up had she hit it! Not after all the punishment she’d already dished out in this one.

Aiello: Don't go away folks, in just a moment we have our first-ever BaseBRAWL Match between Antoni Malietoa and Xavier Reid!

Camera cuts to ...

Backstage, Bob Murray with a camera crew approaches a private locker room labeled for the Hardcore & International Champion and knocks on the door. Tori answers the door.

Taylor: What do you want, Murray?

Murray tips head in a nod and gets straight to work like the professional he is.

Bob: A pleasure to see you as always, Tori. I was hoping to get a comment from JoJo Rush following the rather cutting words from the Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd.

Tori steps out from the locker room and closes the door behind her. The Bodyguard shakes her head and lays it out bluntly.

Taylor: What do you want to hear? That JoJo is so mad that he's actively destroying his own locker room right now? Would you want me to waste my breath running down every nasty little snipe the Undisputed Champion had for my husband?

Taylor scoffs and shakes her head at the thought.

Taylor: I'm not going to waste time or mince words: Sally said some shit she shouldn't have said. Shit that made me upset for him, but do you know what he said to me, Murray?

Murray: What did he--

Tori cuts off Murray and finishes the rhetorical question.

Taylor: JoJo laughed, and then asked me to stay in the locker room during his match with Sally.

Murray looks confused and asks for clarification.

Murray: JoJo doesn't want you at ringside tonight?

Tori nods and adds emphatically.

Taylor: I don't know what JoJo has planned for Sally tonight, but if I was the champ? I'd forfeit the match. In fact, I'd fake my death and go on the lamb. At least when JoJo's angry he's still honest. He makes it clear he wants to hurt somebody he'll go and get his pound of flesh- but I don't know what he plans to do tonight in this match. That should scare you Murray. That should scare you, the Undisputed Champion, these yuppies that paid way too much money for tickets to this shithole. It should scare everyone.

JoJo hollers unintelligibly from the locker room.

Taylor: Sally thinks JoJo isn't capable of love, I wouldn't be surprised if tonight Sally doesn't learn first-hand how much JoJo loves hurting people that place themselves in our way. Now isn't that Too Sweet.

Tori throws a quick Too Sweet forward before abruptly leaving the interview before Murray could conclude it. Bob looks to the camera and tugs at his collar.

Murray: I don't know about you guys, but if I was in the front row, I'd consider buying an umbrella.

This somewhat ominous moment closes things as we move to a commercial break.

The camera cuts inside what is normally the Angels locker room where we find Bunny Love looking into the mirror, straightening her top and then smoothing out her skirt…she pauses for a moment before looking over her shoulder at Xavier Reid who is sitting in what was Shohei Ohtani’s locker…

Love: Did he really say I should jump up onto the apron and ‘rip my skirt off’ to get Antoni’s attention…Miss Elizabeth style…

Xavier smirks as he looks up at his new manager…

Reid: Yeah..anything to win right…

She shakes her head, not believing her own father would suggest that but there is a knock at the door and she quickly walks over to see who is at the door…she opens it and comes face to face with Brawl’s Bob Murray…

Murray: Hello Miss Love, please allow me to say I’m sorry what your family is going through at the moment with your father’s incarceration but seriously…it was only really a matter of time…

He smiles but it’s not met by Bunny…

Murray: We wish him the best of luck and hope this all works out but I’d be lying if I didn’t say we all enjoy this Love over our former Love…

Again he smiles hoping to crack her but is still met with a stern look…

Murray: Well…as we all saw on Paramount #039…Xavier Reid will be signing with Paramount at the conclusion of tonight’s show, marking the end of an era here on the red brand…and I know your father was in negotiations with Brawl to extend Xavier’s contract here on Brawl so might I ask why you or your mother, who is now the head of The Love Club didn’t continue that work…

Bunny looks over her shoulder at Xavier…

Love: Do you want me to take this or do you want to explain…

Xavier motions for Bob to enter the room and Bunny steps aside…

Reid: I realize that Tommy Love wanted me to stay here on Brawl, it’s the ‘flagship’ show of Brawl and it’s where the best in this business all compete…as did I Bob…I was the one that brought the EWC Undisputed Championship back to Brawl in 2020 when I won the Power Struggle Match…I’m the guy that brought the EWC Tag Team Championships back to Brawl to become a Grand Slam Champion for Brawl…I was the one that ended my own brother’s historic X-Division Championship reign to bring that championship back to Brawl…I won last years Rumble for Brawl, once again brought the EWC Undisputed Championship back to Brawl…I rewrote the record books in regards to the International Championship here on Brawl…I was and am ‘The Best of Brawl’ so I asked myself…what else did I have to prove or give this brand…

Xavier looks Bob dead in the eyes…

Reid: Last season I watched as lesser people were handed Undisputed Championship matches why I just sat on the sidelines…they refused to recognize the ranked wrestlers I beat and if it wasn’t for the Rumble I wouldn’t have sniffed that championship…it was then I knew I didn’t matter to Brawl…that I wasn’t seen as someone they would fight for so what else did I have to give to them…why stay for another year and keep killing myself for Brawl…and anyone that wants to say I’m running away…that I’m giving up well…match my resume and then come talk to me…because nobody on this roster has come close to doing what I’ve done so for the first time in years Bob I’m doing something for myself…

Xavier looks at Bunny…

Reid: When Tommy was arrested it became clear that he wasn’t going to be able to be in my corner so I looked to the one person I trust more than anyone in this world…Bunny Love and where does she work…Paramount…so that got me thinking…remembering my time in FSW and how I wanted to make that brand THEE brand of the EWC…it pained me when I had to leave there…it pained me to see what they became because I would have given anything to been one of the founding members of Paramount as a FSW star but as the saying goes…you can always go home…

Love: I went to Chris Brock when I signed the 3pAC to a new deal and he was thrilled to add Xavier Reid to the Paramount roster…

Reid: Now I’m not expecting a nice send off here tonight…even after all I gave to this brand…I know the fans will be pissed and hoping that Antoni breaks me in half out there tonight but it’s not like I won’t be back from time to time…because when I win the Undisputed Championship at StrangleMania I will still be the champion of all the brands including Brawl…so tonight might be the end of me being under a Brawl contract but I’ll be back as a Paramount roster member…

He smiles as Bunny walks over to him…

Reid: Now tonight I’m expecting a fight…hell, everytime Antoni and I step into that ring it’s a violent brawl…so those that want blood will get just that tonight but understand this…I want to end my time on Brawl with a highlight win so I’m going to give everything I have out there tonight and see how it goes…but regardless…I have given Brawl everything I’ve had over the last few years so when you are booing me…when you are questioning what I did…understand and remember just that…if it wasn’t for me where the hell would Brawl be…

Xavier stands up and pats Bob on the shoulder as he walks away from his locker…Bob looks at Bunny who just smiles and walks away…

THE 1ST (HOPEFULLY) ANNUAL BASEBRAWL MATCH!
LEATHER STRAP FOUR CORNERS MATCH
Antoni Malietoa
VS Xavier Reid

We return to ringside where the BRAWL fans are ready for a big match up ahead!

Aiello: And here we go, folks! Antoni Malietoa wants to send Xavier Reid off on his journey to Paramount and we have just the match for the occasion!

Bennett: These two men are bound by a leather strap and one has to touch all four corners! Are ya ready for some BaseBRAWL!?

Stroup: The following match is a Leather Strap Match where the only way to win is to touch all four corners of the ring in succession! Joining us first…

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 254lbs......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.

Stroup: And the opponent...

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. Bunny Love follows him out onto the stage to cheers. Xavier walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Bunny walks up from behind him and points to the ring.

Stroup: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, being accompanied to the rung by Bunny Love, From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in tonight at 220 pounds... XAVIER REID!

Xavier and Bunny walk towards the ring, climb up the steps and into the ring. Xavier goes to the far corner and jumps up to the second rope and looks out over the fans as Bunny walks to the center of the ring and points at Xavier.

DING DING DING

The referee makes sure both are attacked by the strap before he steps back. Antoni pulls at the strap pulling Reid toward him. Antoni smacks an incoming Reid with a forearm that drops him to the mat. Antoni stomps down at Reid’s gut and chest. Antoni drags Reid to his feet and beals him across the ring. Antoni pulls Reid to his feet and chops him hard across the chest before scooping Reid up and driving him to the mat with a powerslam. Antoni reaches out touching his first corner. He quickly follows by touching his second. As Antoni reaches for a third, Reid pulls at the strap yanking Antoni forward into a Pele kick. Reid wraps the strap around Antoni’s neck and pulls him into a hangman’s neckbreaker. Reid gets to his feet and touches his first two corners. Before he can reach a third, Antoni grabs him taking him to the mat with a side suplex. Both crash to the mat.

Aiello: That echoed all around us here in Angel Stadium!

Bennett: Both trying to finish this early which is smart to try to do. However, too early and you have a fresh guy who will stop you.

Reid is on his feet first and he runs for a punt kick. Antoni just manages to sit up to avoid getting his head kicked in. Antoni grabs at the leather strap and yanks on it effectively low blowing Reid with the strap and knocking him down onto his back. Antoni waits for Reid to get beck to his feet before charging at him hitting a spear. Antoni pulls at the strap dragging Reid to his feet. Antoni grabs Reid driving him to the mat with a Malosi. Antoni then starts heading around the ring touching the first turnbuckle. Then a second. A third. As he reaches for a fourth, Reid pulls himself back to his feet. He charges at Antoni smacking him in the gut and ribs with the strap. The crack echoes through the stadium as Antoni drops to his knees. Reid brings the strap down across the back of Antoni causing him to drop to the mat. Reid grabs Antoni by the wrist and lays into Antoni with a series of Fuck You Stomps. Reid drags Antoni as he touches the first turnbuckle. The second. Then the third. As he reaches for a fourth, Antoni pulls on the strap. Both men collide clotheslining each other. The crash to the mat below.

Aiello: Some hard hits here!

Bennett: What else do they need to do here to keep the other man down and reach that elusive fourth turnbuckle?

Reid rolls out of the ring and pulls out a chair from under it. He slides the chair into the ring as Antoni rolls from the ring. Antony pulls at the strap pulling Reid into the ringpost. Antoni rolls into the ring and pulls at the strap forcing Reid to roll back into the ring. Antoni grabs the chair and brings it down onto Reid’s back and shoulders. Reid yanks at the strap forcing Antoni to drop the chair and fall to his knees. Reid gets to his feet and jumps dropping down onto Antoni curb stomping him onto the chair. Reid falls to the mat in a seated position as he clutches his shoulder. Both manage to drag themselves to their feet. Reid tries to lift Antoni for a Bastard Bomb but Antoni manages to slip off Reid’s shoulders. Antoni smacks Reid in the back with the strap and lifts him for a Resurrection. Reid manages to slide over Antoni’s shoulder. He spins Antoni around and drives Antoni down with a Beast Slayer. Antoni springs back crashing to the mat. Reid drags himself to his feet touching the first corner. The second. Then the third. He looks down at Antoni and stomps him in the chest before diving to the fourth and last corner.

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner of the Strap Match… XAVIER REID!

Just after the bell sounds, we find ourselves backstage, where Dan Funk and Brodie Dawson of the Heat Packers are watching closely on a television screen, clutching onto their newly won Tag Team Championships. They look to each other and smirk before walking off.

Back at ringside, Reid jumps up to the second rope and looks out over the fans as Bunny walks to the center of the ring and points at Reid

Aiello: I’m sure on the inside he is smiling. That has to go down as big win though Antoni Malietoa is a pretty big guy, being able to pick up a victory over him in any match is never an easy task!

Bennett: This was a close run thing and Antoni Malietoa came close to victory a few times. On another night, Malietoa could easily have driven Xavier Reid to the mat with the Resurrection and won this one.

Aiello: What a match, and boy was it interesting to see the Heat Packers watching on! Don't go away folks, when we come back we have champion versus champion as JoJo Rush takes on Sally Talfourd!

We move to a commercial break.

CHAMPION VS CHAMPION!
SINGLES MATCH (NON-TITLE)
JoJo Rush
VS Sally Talfourd

We return to ringside where we see Joe Aiello joined by a member of The House per JoJo's standing request.

Aiello: There’s nothing more exciting than a Champion vs Champion match on free TV. The Undisputed Champion, Sally Talfourd against Brawl’s Hardcore and International Champion, JoJo Rush. Joining me as JoJo’s guest commentator is The House’s Young Lion, Callum MacBeth. How are you doing Callum?

MacBeth: Aye, Joe. A'm hopin’ this fookin’ tough guy Alastor keeps fookin’ talkin’ ‘bout better take ‘de trash out tonight. A’d fookin’ kill someone if they spoke to me ‘da way she did to JoJo.

Aiello: I have no idea what you just said, young man.

MacBeth: Oh fook off!

Stroup: The following match is a singles match set for one fall! Joining us first, representing the House, from New York City, weighing in at 270 pounds, he is the HARDCORE and INTERNATIONAL Champion, the LIGHT of Monday NIGHT... JOJO RUSH!!

The lights in the venue go completely dim. At the end of the interlude, The venue lights violently turn back on to utterly blinding. The lights dim and then focus onto JoJo, who is already standing at the center of the stage with the X-Division and International Championships bound together and draped over JoJo’s shoulders. He poses into the light, his arms slowly extend out to his sides, and once fully extended, towers of fire burst around the stage and rampway. JoJo saunters towards the ring and rolls inside. A lone spotlight shines on a turnbuckle, The lights go to a near dim, the towers of fire providing the only source of light. JoJo climbs onto the top of a turnbuckle and extends his arms out with a title in each hand. A bright spotlight once again shines onto JoJo and JoJo alone.

Stroup: And his opponent, from Boryeong, South Chungcheong Province, South Korea, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is the UNDISPUTED Champion! ... SALLY TALFOURD!

The lights fade to blue and red. 'Lacrimosa' hits the speakers. After a wait for the music to build, at the first cresenIn time with the beat, Sally walks to the front of the stage, looking down to her feat. Slowly, as the blue lights fade and the crowd is awash with red, Sally raises one arm, lets out a sharp scream, then slowly makes her way to ringside.

“Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and twenty-five pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd!”

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, staring now to the space above the ring. Methodically, she climbs the steps, steps through the ropes and strides to the centre of the ring.

DING DING DING

As soon as the match begins, JoJo skips all pretense and games and brutishly charges Sally and takes her down onto her back immediately with a Thez press! Sally readies for an onslaught of strikes, which is why her and the crowd are taken by surprise when JoJo wraps his hands around Sally’s neck and begins strangling her with full force. The referee immediately begins the five count. Sally kicks and fights to break the hold, her hands first reach to JoJo’s forearms to pull him off, but he is too big and too strong for her. She desperately claws at his face, and despite cutting JoJo up, he doesn’t relent. The crowd went from immense boos to terrified silence.

Aiello: Turner get JoJo off of Sally for the love of god!

MacBeth: DAMN FOOKIN’ RIGHT JOJO! A’D STRANGLE HER TOO IF SHE INSULT ME MUM!

Paul Turner, the official for tonight’s match counts to five, JoJo still refuses to let go of the hold, Sally’s arms weakly fall to the mat, her once violently kicking and shaking legs go limp. The Referee tries to pull JoJo off of Sally while calling for the bell.

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via disqualification SALLY TAL–!

DING DING DING

The bell rings again and again in hopes to get JoJo off of Sally. It takes a second referee and a couple of agents to finally pull JoJo off of Sally. Medical personnel quickly rush to Sally’s aide who almost immediately resuscitate. She chokes for air, as she holds her throat from the immense pain. All the while, JoJo mockingly laughs while teams of security do their best to hold JoJo against the ring corner.

With the help of trainers, Sally gets up to her feet and looks over to the laughing JoJo. She burns a hole through JoJo and sneers out “Is that how you got rid of Ava?”

Laughter and smile fades from JoJo’s face. In an extreme fit of anger, JoJo manages to throw off the men holding him to lunge at Sally to strangle her once more, but the mobs of security tackle JoJo and pin him to the ground.

Aiello: Folks, we are going to cut to commercial while we try and wrestle back some control over this show!

MacBeth: MAYBE IF ‘DE WEE LIL’ CHAMPION DIDN’T WANT TA’ FIND OUT, SHE SHOODN’T HAVE FOOKED ‘ROUND

Aiello: That's quite enough of that! I'd been hearing about an award ceremony tonight, but I dunno if JoJo is going to be going through with it now...but we'll be back soon with our main event for the EWC Heritage Championship!

We move to a commercial break.

A HERITAGE BEGINS!
TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS MATCH
FOR THE EWC HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP
Morgan Darkwater
VS Stitches

We return to ringside where we are set for tonight’s main event. The Heritage Championship rests atop a pedestal on a silk pillow. The Heritage Championship is a beautiful title belt, made with some sort of material adorned with several plates of various metals, and rare gems. Truly a beautiful sight to behold.

Aiello: Man, that Heritage Championship is a beautiful piece of title gold. Tonight’s main event pits two of Brawl’s biggest stars against each other to crown the inaugural champion, and I do mean “biggest” metaphorically and literally.

Bennett: There’s nothing better in this sport than two meaty men slapping meat! Having never lost his FX Broadcast Championship, Stitches wants to start the season putting some championship gold back around his waist. Darkwater himself was only a heartbeat away from leaving as the last X-Division Champion, and the new Hardcore Champion. Both men are willing to cause immense violence to win, but my concern is which one of these Brawl veterans are going to have enough in them to score not just one pinfall, but two. This should be a good one Joe!

Stroup: The following match is a Two out of Three Falls match, and it is to crown the INAUGRAL HERITAGE CHAMPION! Joining us first, hailin’ from the Grand Line, weighing in at 397 pounds ... CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!

Spotlights whip across the crowds, coming to rest on handfuls of Morgan's crew - each pirate dressed for trouble - as they make their way through the fans towards the ring, tankards in hands, yelling and drinking in time with the lyrics "One More Drink!", enjoying their grog with exuberant fans (who don't seem to mind getting splashed with the questionable alcohol), before finally climbing over the barriers to surround the ring, whipping the fans into a frenzy before the lights finally cut to the mainstage...

The spotlight rises on Morgan, sat on an elaborate throne, the back above his head an ornate skull-n-crossbones. He's sat there, stoic and calm, hands resting on the pommel of his cutlass "Black Betsy" as it rests, point first, on the toe of his thick black boots. As the cheers from both his crew and fans rise, he raises the cutlass along with it, holding it high above his head as fire erupts from the eye-sockets of the skull, and continue to burn fiercely as he slowly stands, sheathes his sword, cracks his knuckles and neck, smirks with a devilish glint in his eye... and pounds his open palm to the erruption of pyros!

The Brawlin' Buccaneer marches down the ramp, high and low fiving fans along the way, and snatches two tankards from the outstretched hands of his crew, raising them high for all to see, and pours them both into his open mouth at once, frothy brown liquid absolutely drenching the hulking man as his crew finish their drinks as well. Tossing the tankards into the crowds, Morgan jostles and roughhouses with his men, practically fighting his way through them as he climbs into the ring, truly pumped up and ready to fight like never before. Disrobing his coat and detaching his sword from his belt, he hands them to a crewman before gesturing for them all to leave, and they scurry back up the ramp, taking his throne with them, leaving the Captain alone in the ring, a devilish grin on his roguish features as he waits for his opponent/the starting bell.

Stroup: And his opponent, from The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds ... STITCHES!

'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.

Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. 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 for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.

Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING

Stitches and Darkwater share an intense staredown in the middle of the ring. The men slowly walk towards one another and meet in the middle of the ring. The two jaw-jack, and with his eyes locked onto Stitches, Morgan raises his hand up high for a test of power. Stitches doesn’t break eye contact, letting Morgan keep his hand up for a while. Anaheim chants for Stitches to take Morgan’s hand, Morgan taunting and goading the fans into getting louder. Stitches finally obliges, which prompts both men to lace their free hands together. With the test of strength fully underway, Stitches starts off strong and begins to wrangle control. The crowd cheers for Morgan to rebound and he does! He fights back up to a standing base and almost wins the test of strength entirely before Stitches cops out by throwing a stiff knee into Morgan’s mid-section. Stitches forces Morgan’s back into the ropes and bounces him. Stitches throws a bicycle kick he calls the Beautiful Disasterpiece but Morgan pulls out a new trick and slides underneath the kick to tie Stitches up with a Full Nelson. The Brawlin’ Buccaneer lifts Stitches to slam him, but the Clown rolls through and takes Morgan with an arm drag. Both men rise to their feet and hit each other with lariats at the same time. The meaty clap of two large men slapping chest-meat together pops the Anaheim crowd. Both competitors stagger backwards from the contact, but neither relents and instead, recoil from opposite ropes and meet in the middle once again for another lariat exchange that fails to knock over either men. Both men refuse to back down, pick up speed, and meet for a third time for a lariat!

Aiello: Two meaty men slapping meat was exactly what people paid to see, and we’re getting it early!

Bennett: This kind of match ain’t a sprint, but a race. Good luck telling that to either man though, I think they both realize just how important it is to get the first fall!

Morgan and Stitches nod at one another to confirm they want to go for one more lariat. Morgan staggers back to the ropes, but it was a ruse by Stitches! Stitches charges forward and takes Darkwater and himself over the top rope and toward the commentary tables outside. From there, Stitches takes control of the situation and tosses Morgan into the steel-steps. Morgan makes an immense impact with the steps shoulder-first. The force was so impactful, it knocks the top-half of the steps right off. Anaheim shows their displeasure and boo for Stitches to take the fight back into the ring. The referee agrees and begins his ten count. Stitches however, has a different idea in mind and continues to work over Morgan’s injured shoulder by slamming the injured body-part into the top of the steps. The referee counts to seven before rolling himself back into the ring and back out, thus resetting the count. Stitches goes back to attack Morgan’s shoulder some more, but Morgan counters with a jawbreaker! Stitches staggers back holding his face in pain, but Morgan gets to his feet and capitalizes by choke slamming Stitches onto the apron! Morgan pushes Stitches in, slides in after him and goes for the pin.

One…

two…

thre–kickout!

Morgan bangs the mat in frustration. Stitches tries to recover, but Morgan stays on top of Stitches and tries to set him up for Morgan’s patented Musclebuster, Shipwrecked! Despite Stitches size, Morgan wills Stitches back onto his feet, gets the large man onto his shoulders and attempts the move! No! Morgan’s injured shoulder causes him to lose control over Stitches, giving him wiggle room to free himself, pull Morgan into a futureshock DDT and executes it perfectly! Sound of Silence! The transitioning armlock put an intense amount of pain on Morgan’s shoulder, but he manages to reach out and hook his fake-leg onto the ropes. The referee begins a ropebreak count and gets to four before Stitches releases the hold. Frustration building on the face of both competitors.

Aiello: How rare is it for anybody to get out of the Sound of Silence, I was almost certain Morgan was going to give up the point to protect himself early.

Bennett: I would’ve tapped as soon as Stitches put on the hold. The former Undisputed Champ may not have gotten the first pin, but he’s certainly got that sonofabitch Morgan Darkwater behind the eight-ball now with that clipped wing!

Stitches shows frustration but drags Morgan up to hit him with a second Sound of Silence, but Morgan pushes Stitches off and counters into a standing Guillotine choke! Morgan has him in the center of the ring and there’s nowhere for Stitches to go! Stitches flails and fights with all his might, but every time Stitches makes any gains toward the ropes, Morgan repositions. In frustration, Stitches hits Morgan with a nasty low-blow directly in front of the referee!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Due to Stitches hitting Morgan Darkwater an illegal strike, the first pinfall is awarded to Morgan Darkwater! The match will begin once both competitors are separated into opposite corners! The score is now 1-0 Darkwater!

Aiello: What a disgusting display of poor sportsmanship from Stitches!

Bennett: A hit like that takes all the air out of you. Normally the smart money is to tap early in a match like this to protect yourself, but Stitches turned the momentum around crack Morgan right in his Darkwaters.

Both men stagger their way to opposite corners and lean against them to catch their breath. Morgan’s still in deep pain from the low-blow but has no choice but to fight through the pain. Stitches takes control of the match and traps Morgan in the corner with punches and strikes. The referee pulls him away at the count of four, only for Stitches to move back in and wrap Darkwater’s injured shoulder into the ropes to stretch and cause further damage to targeted shoulder. The ref stops Stitches again at the four count and pulls Stitches away from Morgan. Like clockwork, Stitches moves back in, this time he starts lifting Morgan up to the top rope for a superplex, the Crimson Fury! Stitches goes for the move, but Morgan holds onto the top rope! Stitches and Morgan fight precariously on the top rope, slugging each other with strikes. Then they start to headbutt each other. Morgan wins the headbutting contest and shoves Stitches off of the top rope. The Clown hits the mat with a thud, Morgan looks down, then he looks to the heavens and points both fingers up high. Morgan leaps from the top aiming for the Winds of Fortune Elbow Drop but Stitches puts up his knees! Morgan’s already hurt shoulder takes even more damage while Stitches hysterically laughs, was this Stitches plan this whole time! Stitches reaches out and pulls Darkwater into a schoolboy and pins. Wait! Stitches has a hold of the tights!

One…

Two…

Three!

DING DING DING

Stroup: The second pinfall of the night goes to Stitches! The score is now 1-1! Next pinfall will be the NEW Heritage Champion!

Aiello: If there’s anyone crazy enough to play possum with an elbow drop from Morgan, it’d be Stitches. It was a massive risk, but he timed the knees just right!

Bennett: What a ballsy move! Stitches has a counter for everything Darkwater’s thrown at him! He’ll need to dig deep if he wants to be the first Heritage Champion!

Morgan is on he knee, rolling out his shoulder again. Like a slasher villain, the Clown states on top of the Pirate and pulls him by the hair to his feet, but Morgan counters with a stiff chop with his good arm! Stitches recoils from the hit, but returns fire with a chop of his own. Morgan also steps back from the impact of Stitches’ strike. Morgan shakes it off and fires back with a chop. The two go back and forth for almost two minutes, the crowd wooing for each chop. The chops pick up in speed before both Stitches and Morgan find their fighting spirits, lock up and club each other rapidly with forearm strikes. Stitches ducks a strike, but Morgan quickly turns around and catches Stitches by the neck for another chokeslam! Stitches gets taken up, but escapes out, hits the ropes, then charges and plants a vicious bicycle kick that levels Morgan Darkwater! Stitches hooks the leg for a pin. One… Two… Morgan reverses! One… Two.. Three! No 2.99 Kickout by Stitches! Stitches comes alive and quickly gets behind Morgan going for the Carnival Pretzel! Morgan frantically fights and writhes on the ground until finally getting to the ropes before Stitches could lock in the hold! Stitches holds on and pulls Morgan back to his feet and locks him into a Futureshock DDT hold again! Morgan works out of the hold and flips Stitches upside down. He sets Stitches up for the Bastard Driver! Morgan executes the move, Anchor Drop!

One…

Two…

Three!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via Pinfall, and the FIRST Heritage Champion... CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!!

A flurry of pyro goes off on the stage, red and black confetti rains from the heavens themselves as the Stadium erupts with elation and cheers. Morgan is beside himself at first, almost in complete disbelief until the referee helps Morgan up to his feet to hold his hand up in victory. Esmerelda, Morgan’s wife enters the ring and personally presents the Heritage Championship to Morgan. Morgan celebrates by hoisting Esmerelda up onto his good shoulder while she hoists the title up to the sold-out LA crowd.

Aiello: What a fantastic match! Stitches wrestled the smarter match, but Darkwater powered through and showed that he can once again call himself a Champion!

Bennett: After Stitches absolutely bamboozled Morgan, I thought it was over! This is a hell of a way to kick off a new title!

Aiello: What a moment for the Captain...but folks, we are NOT done just yet! We're taking one more commercial break so Morgan can continue to enjoy this moment with the fans, but we will be back soon!

The new champion continues to celebrate, with Stitches having left the ring as the camera cuts to ...

Alastor enters the ring, he keeps one hand behind his back while he holds the microphone in front of himself. He smiles and speaks calmly to the crowd that are currently booing the man who stood alone in the ring.

Alastor: For those who don’t know who I am, my name is Alastor Grey, and to cut to the elephant in Angel Stadium: Due to a- confrontation instigated by the Undisputed Champion, Sally Talfourd, my client, the Hardcore and International Champion JoJo Rush will not be able to attend his own award ceremony.

The crowd begin to “na-na-na” Alastor. Proceeded by a “hey hey” ending with a “Goodbye”. Alastor entertains the crowd, letting them sing before speaking again.

Alastor: Fortunately for you all, JoJo sent me a prepared statement shortly before I came out here. However, I would like to give everyone else on the Monday Night Brawl roster that made history last year their moment in the sun. The red brand has always been the place to be for those who want to be on the forefront of Professional Wrestling. This wouldn’t be the flagship promotion without having the best competitors money can buy. So please, if you won an award last season, please come on into this ring so that this Anaheim crowd can give you the respect you deserve!

Alastor turns to the stage and claps his hands, waiting for someone on the Brawl roster to arrive. Momentarily the crowd is quiet, but immediately begins to boo after realizing the joke Alastor just made.

Alastor: Of course, I forgot. Nobody else on the red brand won an award other than JoJo. I apologize for the mistake.

Alastor smugly smirks much to the chagrin of the crowd.

Alastor: Maybe this year will be different. Maybe this year, the Brawl roster realizes that there's a new benchmark to measure up to. To be the best of Brawl? It takes more than just words and puffing out your chest. It takes working with the greatest stable in the sport. Thankfully, the House Gym in New York City has been immensely successful. So much so, we’re Without further ado, let's unveil the new banners that will hang at any show JoJo Rush is gracing with his presence.

The infamous guitars from JoJo’s entrance music begins to play. Fireworks explode around the rafters and the stage in an excessive explosive display. After that, rafter banners unfurrow one by one, displaying all of JoJo’s numerous accolades. The X-Division Championship, the International Title, and even the Hardcore Belt. Then came the long and exhausting set of end of the year awards. Brawl Wrestler of the year, two feud of the year awards, the most hated man of the year, holy shit moment of the year award, match of the year, main-evented the PPV of the year, most Match of the Night Awards ever. The final banner is also the largest of the banners. When it drops, it reveals a poster of JoJo Rush simply reading “The man of the year.” The crowd show their displeasure, booing, but some raise a Too Sweet in acknowledgement of the Man of the Year. The banners are obnoxiously grand, large, and even blocked a direct sight-line of the ring for those in attendance with nosebleed seats.

Alastor: Now I don’t want to take too much credit from my client. After all, it’s fair to say much of what JoJo accomplished this last season was due to the things you can’t teach someone. You can’t teach someone to be 6’3”, 270 pounds of pure Texan beef. You can’t teach someone to approach every match in this sport like it might be your last. You can’t teach the constitution JoJo’s shown time and time again. How many can say they ever saw a man suplex a lion until JoJo Rush did so at World Wide?

Alastor revels in the heat from the fans.

Alastor: But make no mistake, 2023 was a banner year for most, but for my client? That was him learning the ropes. All of you will remember where you were when JoJo solidifies himself as the greatest wrestler of all time. But of course, Rush didn’t do it on his own.

“You suck” chants break out, and Alastor entertains them for a moment before speaking over them.

Alastor: This ascension wouldn’t have been possible without the House helping JoJo tap into his potential. Here at the House, we take great pride in stewarding the sport and shaping the next generation of stars. For too long, the stars of the past took the ladder with them on their way up and–

Bennett: I’ve heard enough outta you you sonofabitch!

Bennett shouts from the commentary desk before ripping off his headset, taking hold of a microphone from Stroup and steps into the ring, eyes locked with Alastor.

Bennett: I’m not going to bullshit you and say that back in the day we were all hugs and rainbows, hell I was a real sonofabitch myself, but who the fuck are you!?

Alastor appears unphased. He places his hands behind his back and simply smiles coyly at Bennett.

Bennett: Know what I hate about you, Alastor? You ain’t even some has-been trying to ride off the coattails of those who could actually compete. You’re a never was that held a grudge over the fact you simply weren’t good enough. You weren’t tough enough to hang with men like me. No. That’s why you went and got yourself a big bank account, and a gang of vultures and that got-damn nutcase JoJo Rush!

The Anaheim crowd cheer for Steve who pushes Alastor with a forceful shove, but the man stays composed and continues even smiling, completely unphased by Bennett’s posturing.

Alastor: Are you done?

Alastor says with a look that oozes with smugness. Bennett laughs and shakes his head.

Bennett: I’m sorry, are you under the impression that you can scare me with that look in your eye? If you actually had that kind of dog in you, you wouldn’t need to make monsters out of men like JoJo. Him and I haven't gotten along since Hardcore Revolution, but even I think it's sickening to watch you hang onto that sonofabitch's coattails. Maybe I should make amends with that crazy sonofabitch by stompin’ a mudhole into you! RIGHT HERE! RIGHT! NOW!

Bennett throws the microphone and presses his forehead against Alastor who matches the intensity in return. The crowd chants for Steve to fight Alastor. Who stands there with his hands behind his back, waiting. After some thought, Steve realizes that this is exactly what Alastor would want and begins to walk away. Steve gets one foot through the ropes before Alastor raises his mic back up.

Alastor: You made the right choice, Bennett. Just like when you made the right choice in Bangui

The mention of Central Africa stops Bennett in place. He looks over to Alastor in disbelief.

Alastor: Did you ever think about how much better of a wrestler you could’ve been if you gave up your platoon back in 1996? Aren’t most of them dead now? How terribly trag–

Alastor crossed a line, Steve decides to give the House benefactor exactly what he wanted and begins leveling Alastor with several punches. Alastor doesn’t put up a fight, and instead seemingly is actively not protecting himself from Steve’s onslaught. The punches starts to crumple Alastor to the floor, where Bennett proceeds to stomp a mud-hole into Alastor. The metaphorical roof in the stadium pops off when Steve bangs on the top turnbuckle, indicating he plans to hit Alastor with a top-rope powerbomb!

Aiello: Alastor poked the bear and now he’s getting mauled alive! After tonight, I doubt security is going to be in much of a hurry to protect Alastor!

Steve begins to put Alastor in position for the finishing move, but JoJo makes the save, he slides into the ring and cracks Steve in the back of the head with the Hardcore Belt. With the intent of the belt to be a weapon, it’s especially effective to the Hall of Famer and Brawl’s color commentator! Anaheim boo JoJo who stands over Bennett. Bennett lays prone, holding the back of his head in agony. Alastor leans against the turnbuckle, and calmly sorts himself out. Alastor spits the blood out of his mouth, then straightens his hair and suit the best he could. JoJo throws the belt down and decides he isn’t done with Steve. Rush climbs on top of Steve and lets out his frustrations by throwing a series of unprotected elbows and punches to Alastor’s head. Blood spatters everywhere with each sickening strike. Security finally arrives but JoJo turns his attention to the guards and starts laying hands on them. Just as Security gets a hold of JoJo, Dan Funk, Brodie Dawson, and Callum MacBeth sprint to JoJo’s aide and start cracking security with chairs and baseball bats.

Aiello: Forget security, we need police here immediately! I don’t know what to do folks, but I can’t stand to watch my broadcast–

Callum rolls back outside and lays Aiello out in his commentary chair with a sickening chairshot to the head. The entire stadium is in a frenzy now, throwing and tossing their drinks and popcorn at the House as they lay waste to anyone in or around the ring. JoJo drags Bennett out of the ring and toward the commentary desk and lifts him up with a gutwrench powerbomb, the Heat Packers assist in driving Bennett down into the commentary table with a thunderous triple-powerbomb. The table gives upon impact, and the move knocks Bennett out cold! The gang of bastards stand over the damage they caused and Too Sweet one another.

The Eleos Affect come storming down the ramp. The Heat Packers meet them half-way and the two teams brawl on the ramp. The two teams fight each other across the production-side of the stadium. Heat Packers and Eleos are chased by security and agents. Meanwhile, JoJo, and Callum aren’t done with Bennett yet. The duo hoist Bennett onto JoJo’s shoulders for his finisher, the G90. JoJo swings and twists to toss Bennett onto the ring apron! Jim Connors runs out from gorilla with a wave of LA Police Officers. JoJo and Callum slide into the ring with weapons in hand, they bang the ropes, demanding a fight with LA’s finest. However the show abruptly flashes to credits.

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: Alexander Umbra
MATCH TWO: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH THREE: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH FOUR: JoJo Rush
MAIN EVENT: JoJo Rush

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SEGMENTS

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Xavier Reid
JoJo Rush
Heat Packers
Tori Taylor
Melody Malone / Sally Talfourd
Morgan Darkwater / The House

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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MATCH 1
Jason Anderson
VS Caleb Scott
WINNER via pinfall: Caleb Scott

MATCH 2
Chelsea Skye
VS Cosmo Goldworthy
WINNER via pinfall: Cosmo Goldworthy

MATCH 3
Antoni Malietoa
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER: Xavier Reid

MATCH 4
JoJo Rush
VS Sally Talfourd
WINNER via DQ: Sally Talfourd

MAIN EVENT
FOR THE EWC HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP
Morgan Darkwater
VS Stitches
WINNER 1ST FALL: Morgan Darkwater
WINNER SECOND FALL: Stitches
WINNER THIRD FALL: Morgan Darkwater
WINNER 2-1 and FIRST-EVER EWC Heritage Champion: Morgan Darkwater

BRAWL #604 MVP: Morgan Darkwater

BRAWL #604 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: JoJo Rush VS Sally Talfourd

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