BRAWL #605 - TACOMA

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BRAWL #605 - TACOMA Feb 26, 2024 21:58:47 GMT -6 Jason Anderson The Boss likes this

Post by MNB on Feb 26, 2024 21:58:47 GMT -6

WARNING:

This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #605 | FEBRUARY 26TH 2024

LIVE! from the Tacoma Dome in Tacoma, Washington

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 Arena

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night BRAWL's history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to the last episode #604 in Anaheim.

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, JoJo Rush, KU, Amis Shelton, 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
Morgan Darkwater with the EWC Heritage Championship

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

A wide aerial shot shows that the Tacoma Dome is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!

A chant begins of

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!

The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!

The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement

as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!

A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.

The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!

Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading:

"MORGAN DARKWATER, CAPTAIN OF THE USS BRAWLTERPRISE"

"THIS AIN'T NO KISSIN' BOOTH, BRUCE BOOTH"

"HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT COSMO"

"THE HOUSE WILL REGRET MESSIN' WITH MY MAN BENNETT"

"LET'S GO SHELTON! LET'S GO SCOTT!"

and "THIS IS THE TALE OF CAPTAIN DARKWATER"

The camera pans around the Tacoma Dome once more. We arrive at the announcers' table where Joe Aiello and...well, not Steve Bennett, that's for sure...are standing by.

Aiello: Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello, and standing next to me at this time is our esteemed Assistant GM of BRAWL, Timothy Kahrs.

Kahrs: Hello!

Aiello: At the end of our Season 25 opener we saw The House commit a heinous act, beating down my broadcast partner Steve Bennett...and I in turn was attacked by Callum MacBeth! I'm very thankful to be here tonight, if I'm being honest...but Steve's in a bad way, so he is out for the foreseeable future.

Kahrs: And rest assured, Connors has provided all the best medical care possible AND has enacted a level of revenge by putting a good chunk of The House in action tonight!

Aiello: That's right, we see Bruce Booth taking on Chelsea Skye, Cosmo Goldworthy taking on Antoni Malietoa in non-title action in what is being declared Relaxed Rules, and the biggest offenders in JoJo Rush and Callum MacBeth are taking on three mystery opponents in a handicap match!

Kahrs: That'll teach those bullies!

Aiello: In other action, we have a big main event tonight as Morgan Darkwater comes off the heels of being crowned the first-ever EWC Heritage Champion by facing Jason Anderson in a hardcore match!

Kahrs: Two guys eagerly looking to face the current Hardcore Champion, with the Cap holding onto a title shot he can cash in anytime and Jason lookin' to earn his way in!

Suddenly, “Da Da Da” hits the sound system as Jim Connors makes his way to the stage, microphone in hand to a mixed reaction from the crowd…especially in light of what happened a couple weeks ago.

Aiello: Well here comes the BRAWL General Manager now!

Kahrs: He’s got a lot on his mind after how things ended in Anaheim, that’s for sure!

The GM waits for the crowd to settle down before speaking, looking a little perplexed at times.

Connors: Welcome to Monday Night BRAWL, folks! We’re gonna have a wild night ahead of us here in Tacoma, but I feel a need to address what transpired during our Season 25 opener. In our main event, we saw the first-ever EWC Heritage Champion crowned as Morgan Darkwater defeated Stitches!

Big cheers from the crowd for what was an exciting and thrilling main event as Connors continues.

Connors: Such an honor deserves a rightful celebration…but Morgan’s chance to shine was cut short because The House demanded time for a celebration of their own…one that ended the night with a Hall of Famer beaten down by JoJo Rush.

This gets a major wave of boos from the crowd, which Jim acknowledges before pressing on.

Connors: So now, Steve Bennett is out for the foreseeable future, and tonight my assistant GM is taking his place for tonight…don’t mess this up Tim!

Cut to Kahrs sweating bullets from his brow from the desk, as Jim continues.

Connors: But to circle back around to our main event in Anaheim, I feel as though I need to right a wrong. The crowning of a new champion--our first-ever, for that matter--means we need to put on a big show. I’m talking confetti, balloons, live music, the whole nine yards. It’s the only thing befitting of a champion, after a–

The Brawl GM is abruptly cut off by the opening of “The Sunk’n Norwegian” blare out across the arena’s PA system, throwing the capacity crowd to fever-pitch as the Heritage Champion himself, Captain Morgan Darkwater, steps out on stage. He has the brand-new title slung over his shoulder, held in place with one hand, the other hand holding a microphone. He lets the music and cheers rings out a couple moments longer before bringing the mic to his lips.

Darkwater: Okay, okay, cut me music, enough o’ that… Connors! Let me get this straight, man, ‘cause th’ Captain has taken more than a few blows to his old hull, so he may not be hearin’ ye right…

The large man raps on his skull with a wry smirk, then brings the microphone back to continue.

Darkwater: See, it must be killin’ ye, really eatin’ ye up inside t’see yer auspicious new Heritage title in th’ possession of Captain Morgan Darkwater, hmm? Not that I be particularly proud of my part in our checkered history, Connors, be let’s not pretend that ye didn’t try yer damndest to make sure th’ Captain ne’er darkened yer doorstep again. Ye put me through numerous trials an’ tribulations, in an effort to either break me or be rid of me forever, an’ ye must have been o’er th’ moon when ye saw th’ Captain go down with his Winds of Fortune back at StrangleMania, aye?

Connors makes a pained expression, nodding begrudgingly, and goes to answer when Darkwater holds his hand up for silence.

Darkwater: But ye of all people should know, ye can’t keep th’ Captain down that easily, nay Sir! Ye can beat him down, ye can break him down – an’ hell, he will even hack pieces off himself! But th’ Captain… Always… Returns!

He pauses for a fresh wave of wild cheers, smiling tightly as he taps his prosthetic left-leg against the main stage.

Darkwater: Aye, an’ not only did th’ Captain return like a firestorm back in October, blazin’ a path of dominance an’ destruction all th’ way to WrestleFest, but he came back to become the Brawl Heritage Champion! An’ aye, his moment of glory were snatched away, his limelight stolen by Grey to focus on those garish House banners, an’ aye, it riled th’ Captain up somethin’ awful at th’ time. But what else can ye expect from a boy’s club filled with th’ largest yet most fragile egos that always be one perceived slight or insult away from explodin’ like th’ Fourth of July? But I digress, Connors… after all that, nay, despite all that has transpired ‘tween us, ye expect me to believe ye want to throw me a big celebration party out of th’ kindness of yer own heart? Ye will fer’give me for havin’ my doubts…

The leviathan begins to lumber down the ramp towards the ring, his intense gaze never once leaving Connors, his microphone at his side, finally giving Connors a chance to respond.

Connors: Well, Morgan…can I call you Morgan? I’m gonna call you Morgan…I see your points, but I still can’t help but feel bad about what happened. So, as our EWC Heritage Champion, I will let you decide what it is you want to do.

Connors gives the Captain a sly smirk before continuing.

Connors: Because I appreciate ya so much, you see.

The Captain freezes at the foot of the steel ring, shooting the Brawl GM a baleful look as he plants his boot on the first step.

Darkwater: Th’ Captain is goin’ to take these stairs nice an’ slowly, an’ ye better put some respect in yer tone, an’ address him as Captain by th’ time he’s in that ring, or he’s goin’ to smack th’ tar off ye an’ teach ye some respect.

He pauses on the ring-apron, leaning heavily on the ropes as he glowers at Connors, making the truth in his intentions clear as the crowd eagerly cheer for him to make good on his word.

Kahrs: Captain Darkwater can’t just openly threaten our beloved GM like this, who the hell does he think he is?

Aiello: Our new Heritage Champion, that’s who – and welcome to the Captain’s new attitude! Take notes, you do not want to get on his bad side, this Darkwater is taking no prisoners!

Darkwater: The Captain has apologised fer his past actions, he’s paid fer his sins in more ways than ye could possibly imagine, not just by completin’ yer tests an’ schemes, Connors. E’en if he wasn’t yer Heritage Champion, he is – an’ will always be – Captain Morgan Darkwater, an’ he best hear ye say it right quick.

He makes a slow, deliberate show of climbing over the top ropes.

Connors: That is fair enough…

The GM takes a breath, letting out a heavy sigh before continuing.

Connors: …oh Captain, my captain.

Morgan snorts as he steps closer, eyeing the General Manager with distrust and caution.

Darkwater: … yer twee attitude could do with some work, but that’s better. As fer what I want to do tonight, regardin’ this title right here on me shoulder? Ye really think some big, grand an’ pompous ceremony be all it takes to butter me up? Do I look like some big, dumb Cowboy who would be so easily swayed by such a blatant inflation of his ego? Nay, th’ Captain may not look it, Connors, but he be smarter than many give him credit, an’ he sees exactly what’s goin’ on here.

He lets that statement hang in the air, not making a move to continue until Connors goes to speak, as if purposefully waiting just so he can cut the man off.

Darkwater: Aye, I’m sure e’eryone here remembers how our much loved Hall of Famer an’ commentary staple, Steve Bennett, ran afoul of th’ House at th’ end of our last show, how he was dragged to this very ring an’ brutalised by that pack of jackals. I, myself, was already out of th’ arena to celebrate my victory by then – nay way was I stickin’ around fer th’ usual ClubHouse circle-jerk, especially not at th’ Captain’s expense – or I would have been down here like a shot. But the ramifications of that attack are written as clear as day on yer face, Connors… th’ House have got ye scared shitless, man. Ye be jumpin’ at shadows, expectin’ th’ worst, suspect’ ye might be next. So what do ye do? Ye come out here an’ lie to all these amazin’ fans. Ye lie right to their faces, with that big plastic grin on yer face, an’ ye say ye want to celebrate th’ Captain’s auspicious triumph as our first Heritage Champion, when we all know th’ truth – ye just be lookin’ to get all chummy with yer new champ, in th’ hopes he will have yer back should the House hounds come barkin’ again, isn’t that right? Tell me I’m wrong, Connors… call th’ Captain a liar in front of th’ world…

Connors just stares the champion down, his lips starting to form something of a snarl…but the GM doesn’t respond further, instead stepping through the ropes and taking leave of the ring himself. Making his way up the ramp, Connors just stares down the Captain, who can’t help but give something of a knowing smirk as the GM retreats to the back silently.

Kahrs: I can’t believe the Captain would call Connors out like this, in front of everyone, when he was just trying to do something nice for the man! New attitude or not, where’s the respect in that?

Aiello: Are you listening to yourself? Darkwater showed everyone he was one-step ahead of our conniving General Manager, that he’s no longer the trusting, simple Captain who would have fallen for such simple bribery. If Connors wants the Captain’s respect, if he truly wishes an alliance, it’s going to take more than that – the Captain demands honesty and humility, and it seems Connors wasn’t willing to give him either.

But the Captain isn't done, circling the ring so fans on all sides could see his broad, knowing grin as he nodded along to their chants.

WHY YOU LYING?
WHY YOU LYING?
WHY YOU LYING?

Darkwater: Ye hear that back there, Connors? Does this sound like a Tacoma crowd that believed ye wanted to throw me a ticker-tape parade outta th’ kindness of yer own heart? Does this sound like an EWC Universe that needs a shallow ceremony of lies to get behind their Heritage Champion? ‘Cause, unlike ye, they all know who be standin’ in this ring, an’ his name is…

CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER!!

Darkwater: … An’ ye best not ferget it!

He holds the Heritage title aloft to cacophonous cheers as we fade to the EWCTV advertisement.

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We are backstage as the camera comes in on the Brawl dropdown with all the faces and names you expect. Standing in front of it, without even noticing the camera has cut through is Bob Murray – Brawl’s interviewer extraordinaire. He’s scrolling on his phone, oblivious and clearly not cued in. Then, in a completely unexpected move, Joe Danes – Prime’s very own backstage interview, wanders in. Shocked, Bob double-takes.

Bob Murray: Joe? What are you doing here?

Joe Danes: … I’m sorry Bob.

Joe lunges at Bob, violently shoving him through the Brawl dropdown, the poster ripping down and crumpling down on him. Bob looks to get up, but out of nowhere, a blur comes and starts laying in kicks. It’s Sally Talfourd! After it’s clear Bob isn’t getting up, she steps back, flinging her hair out of her face, then blowing the final strands away.

Joe Danes: Sally, I don’t feel comfortable …

Sally Talfourd: Do your job, Joe!

Sally all but screams at poor Danes, who stoops down to take up Murray’s microphone from the floor. Dusting it off, there’ a slight shake to his hand.

Joe Danes: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re here at Brawl …

Sally Talfourd: Say the line!

Joe looks dejected, but accepts his fate.

Joe Danes: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re here are Br-awful …

Sally cracks up, doubling over in laughter.

Joe Danes: … with the EWC Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd. Sally, welcome.

Sally changes in an instant, standing taller, shoulders back, championship belt around her waist. She’s not dressed for wrestling – more the consumption of it. Her shirt – a vintage from the 2011 Experts Tournament has The New Experts emblazoned across her chest with the faces of Scott DiBiase, Keaton Saint and Sally Talfourd (among others) beneath. She forcefully pulls the microphone over to her by Joe’s wrist.

Sally Talfourd: Joe, it’s a pleasure to be back here on Brawl.

Joe Danes: What are you … we … what are we doing here on Brawl?

Sally Talfourd: That’s right Joe. You’re the face of Prime – why on earth are you interviewing me on Brawl? Well, it’s quite simple. Brawl – like Paramount, like Rampage – is a complete and utter calamity. They are horror stories – each and every brand. I can’t trust anyone around here, not after what’s been going on all these weeks. I go to Paramount, I get verbally assaulted. I go to Rampage, I get threatened. I go to Brawl and Jim Connors not only sanctions a match with an unbalanced nutcase in JoJo Rush, but he doesn’t even have the courtesy to send apology flowers or a get well card after one of his headline names attempted to murder me!

There’s a groan from behind Sally, some movement. Sally spins on her heels and lays in three swift stomps. Agitated, she turned back to Joe and the microphone.

Sally Talfourd: To say I’m a little wary of even the lowest in the org chart on Brawl would be an understatement. So, my dear Joe, you and I are here to remind everyone how business is done.

Joe Danes: What business is that?

Sally Talfourd: Official invitational business! As you would be aware – you were there after all – all EWC friends and well-wishers are invited to the event of the year: Sally Talfourd’s Countdown to 300!

Joe Danes, who has looked over his shoulder at his poor colleague on the floor, mutters …

Joe Danes: I think he’s actually hurt.

Sally Talfourd: Great question, Joe! I am sitting on win number 296, and a mere 4 wins away from 300. I fully intend to make that 300th with the third and final time I defeat Xavier Reid at Stranglemania and retain my EWC Undisputed Championship. I want everyone to come along for this ride, because it’s a once in a generation event. This is wrestling history being made! The fans who tune in to watch this unfold will tell their children and their grandchildren about it! Well … actually … I’ve seen some of the fans, so they’ll probably be telling someone else’s kids and grandkids.

Joe Danes: Should we … should we call someone?

Somewhat frantically, Joe looks around. Sally’s lock on his wrist though prevents Joe from wandering far.

Sally Talfourd: That’s right! We are going to have a whole lot of touring events to bring in the big three-zero-zero. There will be the Countdown Matches, of course. But everyone will have a chance to walk down memory lane with me. We will all get to pay homage to wrestlers in those milestone matches – wrestlers that leave the current crop in the dust. Yes, we will celebrate everything that the Magic and I have achieved over all these years, and, in doing so give inspiration for the generations to come!

Joe doesn’t seem to have been paying attention. Sally looks. To Joe for the next prompt, but gets nothing. Providing a prompt of her own, she jabs him in the chest.

Joe Danes: Are we going to get in trouble for this? I don’t think …

Sally, fed up with Joe’s lack of gumption gives him a much harder push, sending him stumbling out of frame. Stepping into the centre of the shot, and closer to the camera, there’s a degree more intensity that replaces the whimsical attitude she just had.

Sally Talfourd: And all you nigmenog coming out of the woodworks, one after another, to drop my name in some lame and desperate grab for clout … yes you, JoJo … yes you, Darkwater … yes you, insert curtain jerkers from another brand here … you can all tune in and ask yourselves: What will your number be when we’re celebrating number 400?

Sally smirks with all the arrogance you’d expect, then tosses the mic over her shoulder to Bob Murray as she walks away.

FIGHTING YOUR WAY INTO TITLE CONTENTION!
SINGLES MATCH
Amis Shelton
VS Caleb Scott

We return to ringside where the crowd is ready for our opening contest!

Aiello: After that confrontation between Darkwater and Connors, it's time for our first match of the night as Amis Shelton and Caleb Scott square off!

Kahrs: One of these guys is gonna get a step closer toward challenging for a title, and I'm sure the ol' Cap is gonna keep his eye on this!

Stroup: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, from Springfield, Illinois and weighing in at 195 pounds... AMIS SHELTON!

As the opening riffs to Nothing but Thieves' "Futureproof" hits the speakers, the crowd almost unanimously rise to their to a chorus of boos for the imminent arrival of Amis Shelton. As soon as the first verse kicks in, Amis appears from behind the curtain with arms already raised, ready to soak in the reaction from the fans with his trademark smirk. He walks down to the ramp and hops into the ring, climbing a turnbuckle with arms aloft.

Stroup: And the opponent, from St Cloud, Minnesota and weighing in at 225 pounds... 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.

DING DING DING

Amis fires at Caleb with a superkick but Caleb sidesteps it. Amis does catch him with a European uppercut though. Amis grabs Caleb and throws him into the corner before whipping him off the ropes. Amis grabs Caleb and lifts him for a German suplex but Caleb manages to counter with a bulldog. Amis gets to his feet but Caleb spins him around with a spinebuster. Caleb waits for Amis to get to his feet and charges hitting a spear. Caleb hooks the leg.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Amis rolls a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Both get to their feet. Caleb runs off the ropes looking for a clothesline from Hell but all he finds is a dropkick from Amis. Caleb stumbles around the ring where Amis cracks him with a Pele kick. Caleb tries to stay on his feet but Amis grabs him taking Caleb over with a dragon suplex. He bridges into a pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Caleb rolls to his front breaking the count.

Aiello: Nearly a three count right there!

Kahrs: It was a good kickout there, all things considered!

Both get to their feet. Amis fires with a roundhouse kick that Caleb ducks. Caleb lashes back with a right hand that Amis ducks. We go picture-in-picture, the second shot taking us backstage to the locker room of Captain Morgan Darkwater, the brand-new Brawl Heritage title resting over his broad shoulder, his head inclined slightly as he watches the intense match taking place with clear interest. He's barely blinking, not missing a second of the action as Caleb spins after punching nothing but air, Amis manages to lift him up and drive Caleb to the mat with a Highwind Crash. Amis makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Caleb just manages to roll to his side breaking the count as we see Morgan watching on, one hand resting on his belt as the other strokes his rugged black beard thoughtfully.

Aiello: Looks like the newly-crowned Heritage Champion is showing a keen interest in this match!

Kahrs: Interest? More like cautious! Soon as the Captain saw the word "contender" on the card for this match, he knew these men were a threat to his championship, and no way in hell was he letting this match slip under his radar. Do pirate ships have radars, or just a guy in the crows nest?

Aiello: I'm not sure cautious is the right word, either - the champ looks eager to see the Heritage contender picture solidify a bit more here tonight. He claims he plans to be a fighting champion, so it makes sense he's looking forward to throwing down with either of these men, or whoever may be next in line!

We return to the action as Amis lifts Caleb to his feet and tries to lift him up for a suplex. Caleb manages to block it and lifts Amis up into the air. Caleb brings Amis crashing back to the mat with a Cemetery Moonlight. Caleb makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Amis manages to roll his way free breaking the count.

Aiello: The luck of a counter almost gave Caleb Scott the victory right here!

Bennett: Both are still in this match though. It could be anyone’s!

Both get to their feet. Amis runs off the ropes. Amis rebounds back looking to crack Caleb with a Dragoon’s Glory. However Caleb ducks and is able to lift Amis into the air. Caleb brings him crashing to the mat with a Grave Plot. Caleb drops to the mat and covers Amis. The referee counts.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall CALEB SCOTT!

Caleb holds his arms out to the side before rolling through the ropes and heading up the ramp.

Aiello: That is a big victory right there for Caleb Scott. Amis Shelton came charging for that Dragoon’s Glory. Caleb Scott found the one way to counter it and pick up the win.

Kahrs: Good for him that he did. If not, his head would be somewhere in row W by now and we’d be watching an Amos Sheldon victory party!

Aiello: I...what?

Kahrs: Sorry, I got confused for a second.

Aiello: Right folks, we're moving on with more action to come! Don't go away!

Camera cuts to ...

Backstage, we see Jim Connors in his office, looking mightily perturbed as he watches the EWC's finest up and comers, all clamoring for their shot at The House after what the group did two weeks ago. Eventually, the GM of BRAWL nods with a sense of authority as he speaks to the group.

Connors: Right, let's get this settled the most fair way possible...

Jim proceeds to play a literal game of "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe," pointing out three people at random as a result. First, Scrappy Coco, who purrs in delight...then, MORB, who licks his lips in antici--

--pation...and then, last but not least? El Gran Azul, though the GM looks a little confused by the sight of the skinnier looking Bluchador.

Connors: Huh, you look different than I seen of ya last time. Anyway, I trust you three will get the job done against JoJo Rush and Callum MacBeth tonight. Don't let me down...don't let BRAWL down...don't let Steve down!

The three cheer in response, leaving the GM's office as we move to a commercial break.

Backstage at the Tacoma Dome Chelsea Skye is shown wrapping her wrists as she prepares to take on The House's Bruce Booth in a Brawl Vs Prime crossover showcase. Her face is focused on the task at hand, but her expression changes to one of concern when she looks up to see that her personal space has been trespassed upon by Lacey Savage, along with her massive personal security guard Bedlam Briggs.

Getting to her feet Chelsea takes up a defensive stance and prepares to defend herself against an uncertain assault. But Lacey offers up her best disarming smile and immediately holds up her hands, palms out, as a sign of surrender.

Lacey Savage: No need to be all cocked, locked and loaded Miss Skye. We come in peace.

Chelsea eyes her suspiciously and refuses to relax.

Chelsea Skye: What the hell would I want to talk to you and your pet gorilla about?

Lacey pats Bedlam on the chest and ramps up the charm to eleven.

Lacey: It's more about what I want to talk to you about. And that would be to make you an offer I really think it would be a mistake for you to refuse.

Chelsea: And what kind of offer would you have for me?

Lacey smiles and leans in, despite some serious side-eye from Chelsea, to really sell her proposition.

Lacey: I've been watching you with great interest for some time now and I've been very impressed by your skills and your presence in the ring. All flattery aside, YOU are a future superstar in the making. But, and I say this with all due respect, you seem to be a little bit alienated in the locker room. You don't seem be the kind of person who makes friends easily. And that's where I believe WE can be of service.

Chelsea relaxes her stance, but remains guarded.

Chelsea: And who exactly are WE?

Lacey spreads her arms in a grand gesture of presentation.

Lacey: We are The FEUD, and I'm here to offer you a place in our little Family. Because my dear, we live in a world where groups like The House have made being a maverick a very dangerous proposition. In the current environment it's not safe to go it alone. And who better to watch your back than Family? Just like Aunt Chelsea always has for her own sweet niece. Nattie, I believe, is your niece's name.

Chelsea's eyes go wide at the mention of the eleven year old. Uncertain of the woman's intent, she searches Lacey's words for any sign of a veiled threat against the girl's safety. Lacey observes the range of intrigue and mixed emotion that crosses Chelsea's face with an eye trained to interpret the intricacies of human behavior.

Lacey: I can see by your expression that you're not immediately convinced. That's okay darling. I understand that trust doesn't come easy for some people. But please consider this: Did Cosmo come alone when he beat you last week? Will Booth be on his own later on tonight when you face him?

How many times have the numbers worked in their favor? Why should The House, The Love Club or Shinijoshi be the only ones who benefit from safety in numbers? With Malice and Mayhem making their return soon, I'm offering you that same kind of security. The FEUD is looking to expand and we want YOU to be the first of our extended family.

Lacey leans in and puts her hand on Chelsea's wary shoulder.

Lacey: I urge you to seriously consider what I've been saying.

Chelsea furrows her brow and smirks defiantly.

Chelsea: And what exactly have you "Been sayin'." Because I've watched your pretty mouth move, and heard a whole lotta words come spilling out, but I still don't see what any of it has to do with me.

Lacey seems inspired by her rebellion.

Lacey: I'm saying that we will help you reclaim the respect that your fair weather friends took away from you when you broke your leg before the Olympics. I'm telling you that we won't judge you for any adult endeavors you happen to have on the side.

What I'm offering you are MY managerial services and the full force of The Family's support, both in and out of the ring. With us by your side you could become the star that you should have been from the start.

She smiles as Chelsea seems to show interest in taking her sales pitch seriously.

Lacey: Now I know that you've got a match to prepare for, so I'll leave you to mull over everything that I've said. Nobody should be forced to walk alone in this world Chelsea, especially when there are others who are willing to walk with you. So please, think it over. I truly believe that we could all mutually benefit by combining our interests.

With one last familiar pat on the shoulder The Savage and her shadow leave Chelsea alone to consider her future.

DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES AWAIT!
SINGLES MATCH
Bruce Booth
VS Chelsea Skye

We return to ringside where the crowd is ready for the next match on tap!

Aiello: What an encounter between Skye and Lacey Savage, as we gear up for our next match!

Kahrs: Skye has a chance to really get a better footing on the red brand, but she's gotta take down Mr. Booth the Signal himself!

Aiello: ...huh?

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 Hollywood Hills of Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 220 pounds... “Box Office” BRUCE BOOTH!

As 'Burn In My Light''s unmistakable intro sounds throughout the venue, the fans turn their head toward the entranceway, and out comes the superstar (at least in his own mind) with chiseled supermodel looks (at least in his own mind) and a superhero body (at least in his own mind), who stops a few feet out from the curtain. Without hesitating, he throws his arms up in the air and holds his chin high, posturing tall as gold pyro rains behind him, painting an image of an undeniable sensation. Letting it breathe for a few seconds, Bruce then takes to the ring, his eyes shooting to a few fans offering their thoughts of him in the form of obscene finger gestures and even worse comments-- but he does his best to pay it no mind. As Booth heads in, he ascends the second turnbuckle and raises his arms once again- this time in a slow, graceful motion, almost like a shot straight out of a movie. He closes his eyes, living in the moment, instead of having to look at the fans, and steps down from the second rope, but never quite leaves that moment of self-absorption, as his music is cut off.

DING DING DING

Chelsea cracks Booth with a superkick that sends him sailing over the top rope to the floor. He gets to his feet as Chelsea comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that sends Booth into the barrier and down to his hands and knees. Chelsea grabs Booth and rolls him back into the ring. She climbs to the top rope and throws herself at Booth hitting a dropkick. She makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Booth manages to roll himself free breaking the count. Chelsea runs of the ropes and leaps at Booth for a flying clothesline but he counters dropping her across the ropes with a stun gun. Chelsea tries to get to her feet but Booth pulls her into a Texas piledriver. Chelsea bounces off the mat before dropping down where Booth makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

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

Aiello: How is she conscious enough to even move? I thought she was out for the count!

Kahrs: So did Bruce Boom! Sorry, Booth!

Booth lifts Chelsea to her feet but she fights him off with punches. Chelsea runs off the ropes and jumps again for a flying clothesline but Booth spins her with a Snap Powerslam. Instead of making a cover, Booth scrapes Chelsea off the mat and tosses her through the ropes. He manages to drag her back into the ring dropping her with a Hangman’s DDT. He makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Chelsea gets a foot onto the rope that breaks the count. Booth shouts at the referee before dragging Chelsea to her feet. Booth punches her in the gut and whips Chelsea off the ropes. Chelsea jumps. Expecting another clothesline, Booth ducks slightly but Chelsea spins round him bringing Booth to the mat For Justin. Chelsea rolls to the apron and pulls herself to the top turnbuckle. She leaps throwing herself at Booth with Down From The Skye. She makes the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Booth rolls to his side breaking the count.

Aiello: So close to victory there!

Kahrs: Bruce Booth almost picking up the victory…. sorry, almost going down there. Kicking out just in time.

Booth gets to his feet but Chelsea runs at him finally hitting a flying clothesline that knocks Booth back down. Chelsea leaps for a Skye Is Falling but, at the last second, Booth manages to counter with a Director’s Cut. Chelsea drops to the mat where Booth makes a cover. The referee counts.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall BRUCE BOOTH!

Booth ascends the second turnbuckle and raises his arms this time in a slow, graceful motion, almost like a shot straight out of a movie. He closes his eyes, living in the moment, instead of having to look at the fans, and steps down from the second rope before rolling from the ring.

Aiello: He may be even more insufferable with that one but Bruce Booth picks up a big win there. He saw an opportunity to hit his finisher from almost nowhere and took it!

Kahrs: Bruce Bush with a huge victory here but had Kelsey Skye hit her Falling Skye, this could easily have gone her way tonight.

Aiello: Tim, I know you were taken by surprise by being called to the desk tonight, but you gotta keep it together, man! We'll be back in just a moment with more action, as we see Antoni Malietoa and Cosmo Goldworthy face off!

We move to a commercial break.

We cut backstage with a graphic in the corner that reads "EARLIER TONIGHT"," as KU and Antoni Malietoa are sat down with Bob Murray who begins speaking.

Bob Murray: Hello everyone, I'm here at this time with Eleos Affect, the current number one contenders to the EWC Tag Team Championship. We are scheduled for a sit-down interview between these gentlemen and the champions, the Heat Packers, but the champions have not yet arrived here at--

Bob is interrupted by the arrival of Justin Case, which immediately rings off alarm bells for the crowd as they begin booing.

Case: Mr. Murray...gentlemen...I'm here to inform you that the EWC Tag Team Champions are NOT here tonight. They have spoken to management and have scheduled this little interview for PRIME...the A show.

This gets a bigger set of boos from the crowd as KU and Malietoa are equally not pleased with this announcement. Both men get up from their chairs, with Antoni speaking up on both men's behalf.

Malietoa: This is a bunch of nonsense Case, and those two men know it! If they wanna play that game, we're not afraid to have a chat with management ourselves. Let's get out of here, KU.

KU glares case down before he and the Great Warrior walk off, leaving us with a smirking Case before we head back to ringside!

WORTHY WARRIORS WRANGLING UP A WIN!
SINGLES MATCH (NON-TITLE), RELAXED RULES
Antoni Malietoa
VS Cosmo Goldworthy

We return to ringside where the fans are ready for this upcoming matchup!

Aiello: Don’t go anywhere folks because up next we’ve got a “relaxed rules” matchup! Antoni Malieota faces one of The House’s most accomplished members, Cosmo Goldworthy, as he sets to do battle with The House’s most accomplished tag team, the Heat Packers, very soon!

Kahrs: You just said a whole lot, Aiello! What I gathered from that is that the rules are relaxed, which means..?

Aiello: It means these two are going to be able to get away with a lot of things tonight, if they wish!

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: The following match is scheduled under relaxed rules! Joining us first, from Apia, Samoa, weighing in at 254 pounds ... ”THE GREAT WARRIOR” ANTONI MALIETOA!

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 his opponent, from The Golden State, weighing in at 201 pounds, accompanied by Dimitri Graves ... he is the EWC UNITED STATES CHAMPION ... 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

Upon hearing the bell sound, Antoni’s eyes scout around the building to see if Cosmo will call any backup from members of The House for this one. Cosmo shakes his head, whistling to call Antoni’s attention. “Just you and I, partna’.” He says, and the two circle. Antoni nods his head at that statement, although weary as the two engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. Obviously, it’s the much bigger Antoni that sends Cosmo back instead of going to the chain wrestle. Cosmo skids right onto his back, frustrated after getting a feel of Antoni’s overwhelming power. He rises to his feet and sends in a powerful leg kick, but Antoni checks it! Cosmo’s shin goes right into the meaty calf of Antoni, who drops him with a shoulder block in retaliation! Cosmo rises to his feet, holding his shoulder as Antoni lights him up with a heavy knife edge chop! Cosmo holds his chest, wincing in pain as Antoni takes his wrist and irish whips him, dropping him with another shoulder block! Cosmo rolls over in pain and Antoni drags him up, but Cosmo punches him in the center of his ribs. Cosmo follows up with a right hook to the throat, and then a left hook to the side of the head. Antoni tries to cover up to the best of his ability, but Cosmo fires off some knees to the ribs, and spins into a legsweep that gets Antoni into a seated position. Cosmo keeps up the momentum, leaping up the middle ropes and springing into a savate kick to the side of the head! He rolls Antoni over and mounts him, delivering some heavy left and right punches to the head. Antoni grabs onto Cosmo’s waist, flipping him over – but Cosmo flips Antoni overhead with a strategic monkey flip! Both men quickly rise and Cosmo swings for a punch but Antoni ducks under, taking the waist. He lifts Cosmo for a back suplex but Cosmo lands it! He staggers backwards, falling back to the ropes to keep him on his feet. Cosmo tries to get his momentum back by charging right into Antoni, but Antoni has it scouted out and sends Cosmo flying with a belly to belly suplex! Cosmo holds his back, writhing in pain as he rises up.. And Antoni grabs ahold of him and tosses him across the ring with another belly to belly suplex!

Cosmo rolls over, slapping the mat in frustration at Antoni’s offense so far. He rubs his back, trying to rise as Antoni picks him up and gives him a nasty knife edge chop that rings throughout the building. Antoni takes Cosmo’s wrist, sending him across the ring. Cosmo bounces back first into the turnbuckles, wincing in agony as Antoni scoops him up – only for Cosmo to float over! He delivers a leg kick to the calf of Antoni. Antoni grimaces as Cosmo sends another, and bounces off into the ropes with a dropkick to the back of the leg! He falls to a knee and Cosmo revs up a roundhouse kick, but Antoni catches the leg! Cosmo hobbles on one leg as Antoni starts to rise.. But Cosmo leaps into an enzuigiri with his free leg! Antoni is somehow still up, so Cosmo scrambles up and headstands into a scorpion kick! Antoni is on wobbly legs now, trying to remain up on his feet. Cosmo rises and sees this, and starts throwing a multitude of punches at Antoni . He throws his guard up, but a left hook breaks through, and then a right uppercut that drops Antoni into a seated position against the ropes! Cosmo grins, turning and hitting off the ropes to take advantage – but ANTONI IS BACK UP AND TOSSES COSMO WITH A MOUNTAIN BOMB! Cosmo winces, holding his back as he tries to get up to his feet.. Antoni drags Cosmo up himself and starts blasting him with forearms! Cosmo tries to cover up, but Antoni takes his neck and leg and tosses him with an exploder suplex!

Antoni nods his head, feeding off the crowd now. Cosmo rolls to the apron, taking a breather. Antoni follows after him and Cosmo takes the head, dragging him throat first into the top rope with a hotshot! Antoni holds his throat, staggering backwards. Cosmo rolls in, throwing a scything leg kick! Antoni winces. Cosmo throws another, and Antoni staggers. Cosmo backs up, swinging a boot but Antoni catches the leg again! Cosmo tries for that enzuigiri but Antoni ducks it this time and Cosmo flies flat on his face! He holds his jaw and waist, groaning in pain.. As Antoni backs into the corner and RUNS RIGHT THROUGH COSMO WITH THE SPEAR– COSMO WITH A QUESTION MARK KICK THAT LANDS FLUSH ON THE BACK OF THE HEAD! Antoni falls flat on his face, and Cosmo rolls Antoni over for the cover, calling for the referee!

ONE!

TW– ANTONI THROWS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Cosmo slaps the mat, frustrated. He’s aware that the match is still early but he was so sure that he got a flash knockout right there! He rises to his feet, kicking at the side of Antoni’s head. Cosmo stomps at the back of his head, but all this does is anger Antoni. He starts to rise, despite Cosmo’s repeated kicks to the head. Antoni rises to his feet, staring Cosmo down, displeased. Cosmo raises an eyebrow, quizzical as he swings a punch but Antoni ducks it! Cosmo turns back to Antoni and gets a palm strike to the jaw! Cosmo hits the mat hard, but rises back up as Antoni drops him with another! Cosmo gets up a third time, this time he’s dazed as Antoni takes his wrist and irish whips him off! Cosmo bounces off at full speed, getting tossed with a SCOOP POWERSLAM! Cosmo holds his back, writhing in pain as Antoni immediately goes to the cover.

ONE!

TWO- COSMO KICKS OUT!

Aiello: Scoop powerslam is just barely enough for a two count by Antoni! These two are already off to the races with a great start of this match!

Kahrs: I don’t think I would have gotten up from that one alone! Anthony is already looking good here!

Aiello: ..His name is ‘Antoni Malietoa’, Kahrs!

Cosmo rolls out again, and this time Antoni follows. He tries to grab Cosmo, but Cosmo yanks him forward with a drop toe hold into the steel steps! Antoni goes shoulder first into the steps, and writhes in agony. Cosmo drags Antoni up and takes him by the wrist, irish whipping him across into the steel post! Antoni hits the floor, holding his shoulder. He stares up at the ceiling, wincing out. Cosmo stares down at Antoni and smirks, slowly pulling him up. It takes awhile due to Antoni’s massive frame and he forces him in. Cosmo slides in, leaning against the turnbuckles as he calls Antoni up.. He charges in for a kick to that shoulder but Antoni floors him with a palm strike to the throat! Antoni falls to his knees, and Antoni runs into a knee strike to the jaw! Cosmo is folded off impact, and Antoni makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

COSMO KICKS OUT!

Antoni shakes his head. He shakes out his shoulder, pulling Cosmo up. He starts battering him with forearms again, using his good arm. He then kicks Cosmo in the ribs, taking the head and jamming into his thighs. Antoni tries for a powerbomb, but Cosmo grabs at the leg he had targeted earlier – firmly wrapping his arms around it. Antoni winces at the pain, and tries to go through with the powerbomb anyways but the pain in his shoulder forces him to drop Cosmo! Antoni shakes out his arm, and Cosmo hits off the ropes to float around Antoni for a SATELLITE DDT! Antoni gets spiked right onto his head, and Cosmo makes a cover of his own!

ONE!

TWO!

ANTONI KICKS OUT!

Both men are at a standstill now after kicking out of their respective maneuvers, and look for ways to restart.. Cosmo crawls to the ropes to slowly pull himself up, while Antoni is still trying to regain his bearings after having his head spiked into the canvas. Cosmo looks at Antoni still rising and steps out, trying to dig deep here.. He slowly heads up the top rope, but Antoni finds a second wind and meets Cosmo with a forearm! He starts to pull himself to the middle rope, firing off with repeated forearms and palm strikes. Antoni starts to wrap his arm around Cosmo’s head.. Despite Cosmo’s attempts to punch at him, Antoni muscles through and starts to climb to the top.. He takes Cosmo’s trunks, LIFTING HIM UP FOR A SUPERPLEX! Both men crash into the center of the ring, lightly bouncing off the mat as the entire ring shakes at the impact of them smashing onto the canvas. They wince out in pain as the roar of the crowd is heard from that big time superplex! Antoni slowly rolls over, placing an arm on Cosmo’s chest for the cover..

ONE!

TWO!

T– COSMO KICKS OUT!

Antoni looks at the referee, groaning. Cosmo is still trying to get his wits about him after getting launched off the top rope. Antoni starts to army crawl to the ropes, pulling himself up. He calls Cosmo up to his feet, running his hands through his hair. Cosmo rolls over, slowly rising.. Antoni nods, charging INTO THE SPEAR! BUT COSMO SENDS ANTONI SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST! Cosmo waits for Antoni to turn around, as he hits off the ropes for the CASH COW! But Antoni moves out of the way! Cosmo turns back to him and Antoni NAILS Cosmo with a HEADBUTT! Cosmo hits the mat hard, writhing in pain as he holds at the top of his head! It’s well documented that Samoans have a thick skull and Cosmo just got a first-hand account of it! He tries his hardest to get up to his feet, and Antoni is hitting off the ropes as he drops him with a big time lariat! Cosmo is still holding at his head, and Antoni bounces off the ropes. He nails him with an elbow drop! Antoni wastes no time, rising into ANOTHER elbow drop! Cosmo coughs out in pain, as Antoni is up with ANOTHER elbow drop! Cosmo is kicking his legs in pain and Antoni finally drops into a final elbow drop! Cosmo rolls away, grasping at his chest in pain. Antoni stays on the attack though, taking Cosmo’s wrist and pulling him into an arm wringer. He sends Cosmo to the center, pushing against the top rope as he rises and tightwalks along the ropes to dive onto an unsuspecting Cosmo.. SPIRIT OF THE WARRIOR CONNECTS! THE ELBOW DROPS COSMO! Antoni drops to his knees, covering Cosmo!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–COSMO THROWS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Aiello: Again, Cosmo Goldworthy shows why he’s the United States Champion! This one continues on!

Kahrs: How did he not crack his skull off that one?! Goodness!

Antoni shakes his head, noting Cosmo’s resilience. Cosmo crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up. He places his hands onto the turnbuckle and Antoni comes from behind, grabbing the waist.. He tries to pull him off but Cosmo holds onto the turnbuckle pad! Antoni finally yanks him off after some fighting, but the turnbuckle pad comes off too! Cosmo performs a standing switch, driving Antoni face first into the exposed turnbuckle! The rules are relaxed, so the referee doesn’t give Cosmo much slack for it! Antoni holds at the top of his head in agony, nearly falling to the ropes as Cosmo hits off the ropes for added momentum and leaps into the CASH COW! Antoni gets driven right into the canvas, and Cosmo hooks the legs for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH–ANTONI THROWS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Now it’s Cosmo who’s frustrated at Antoni’s durability! He rolls Antoni over, grabbing him up by the hair. Cosmo throws some palm strikes to the back of his head, trying to disorient him. And it looks like it works, as Cosmo revs up the READY TO DIE! But the tornado kick misses as Antoni sidesteps it! Cosmo lands onto his feet, and Antoni takes the waist and tosses him with a german suplex! But Cosmo rises right back to his feet! He throws a roundhouse kick to the chest of Antoni! And Antoni meets him with a nasty palm strike! Cosmo staggers but he throws a roundhouse kick at the shoulder now! Antoni holds his shoulder in pain, so he throws ANOTHER headbutt! Cosmo falls to the middle rope, dazed. Antoni approaches him but Cosmo rakes his eyes! Antoni holds his eyes in pain, and Cosmo leaps into a knee to the side of the head! Antoni falls to a knee, and Cosmo spins into the CASH ROLLS EVERY– Antoni blocks it! He holds at his shoulder after doing it! He shakes his arm out, and Cosmo with a thrust kick to the jaw! Antoni falls to a knee again, and Cosmo looks to spin into the CASH ROLLS EVERYTHING! But Antoni is back up and takes the waist! Cosmo starts throwing back elbows to the side of Antoni’s head.. But he eats them and lifts Cosmo up for a BACKDROP DRIVER!

Fans yell out in shock as Cosmo is floored from that! Antoni rolls over, grabbing at Cosmo’s leg for the cover, but Cosmo rolls out! He holds at the top of his head, wheezing out in pain. Antoni rolls out slowly, following him. He breathes heavily, stepping around the ring. Cosmo is starting to move under the ring, and Antoni slowly pulls Cosmo from under the ring, but gets whacked over the head! Cosmo had pulled a kendo stick from under the ring! Cosmo nods, raising the cane as he now hits Antoni over the back with it! The referee winces at the impact himself, but with the relaxed rules only delivers a few warnings.. If it gets too out of hand, he WILL step in - but it doesn’t matter as Cosmo tries one more time for the kendo stick, but Antoni catches it! He yanks it out of Cosmo’s hands and smashes it right into Cosmo’s ribs! Cosmo doubles over in pain and ANTONI BREAKS THE KENDO STICK OVER COSMO’S BACK! He drops it, and Cosmo falls to his knees, crying out in pain. Antoni pulls Cosmo up and throws him into the ring, looking around with a slightly deranged look on his face, and the fans are all for it!

Antoni grabs a steel chair from under the ring and slides it in. Antoni follows in with the chair, but as he does.. COSMO HITS THE CASH ROLLS EVERYTHING ELBOW! Antoni hits the mat! Cosmo rolls him over for the cover, nodding his head.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE–

NO! ANTONI GETS HIS LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

ROPE BREAKS COUNT IN THIS MATCH?!

Aiello: TIMELY ROPE BREAK SAVES THE MATCH FOR ANTONI MALIEOTA! It’s all up to the referee’s discretion as this one continues on!

Kahrs: Referee’s discretion?! What do you mean? What’s even going on!?

Cosmo groans, stumbling up to his feet. He grabs at the chair, slowly raising it up. He stares at Antoni’s leg on the rope and grins. He points at it, looking to make sure he can’t use the ropes the next time and swings for the FENCES!

BUT ANTONI MOVES HIS LEG JUST IN TIME! Cosmo hits the bottom rope, frustrated as he turns back to Antoni who is starting to show lots of agility as he scrambles up.. Cosmo drags the chair along right into Antoni– WHO DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH A SPEAR! Cosmo hits the mat hard, holding his ribs in pain! He kicks his legs on the mat and nods his head. Antoni grabs the chair, looking around! Cosmo rolls onto his fours, trying to get up.. And Antoni raises the chair up and SMASHES IT over Cosmo’s back! Cosmo sprawls out on the canvas, crying out in pain! Antoni backs up, taking a breather.. And he calls Cosmo up! Cosmo's hands are at his waistband as he tries to endure the pain, even though that’s not a given at this point in this match!

Regardless, Cosmo plants his hands on the mat and slowly starts to rise up to his feet.. He turns to Antoni WHO BONKS COSMO OVER THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!

NO! HE DOESN’T GET COSMO IN TIME BECAUSE COSMO BLASTS HIM WITH A 24K MAGIC RIGHT THROUGH THE STEEL CHAIR! Cosmo’s hands were at his waistband because he got the brass knuckles out when Antoni didn’t expect! Antoni is knocked out, and Cosmo shakes off his hand! He scoots back, hooking the leg for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall.. COSMO GOLDWORTHY!!

”Money On My Mind” blares throughout the building as Cosmo slowly rises up to his feet, staring down at Antoni. He stares at his 24k Gold Brass Knuckles and give them a kiss, before putting them back into his trunks. Cosmo grabs at the bent steel chair and smirks, wanting to inflict more damage for the Heat Packers! And he raises up the chair, starting to repeatedly hit Antoni over the back with it! He goes full force, continuously hitting him! The referee tries to stop Cosmo and Cosmo shoves him back with authority!

Cosmo turns back to Antoni, but Antoni is starting to absorb the pain and get back up! Cosmo looks at Antoni in shock and Antoni grabs his waist, shoving him into the turnbuckles! Antoni unleashes some shoulder tackles, fighting through the pain to get revenge on Cosmo! Cosmo winces out in pain and Antoni backs up, staring at Cosmo.. Cosmo staggers out of the corner, and Antoni tries to lift him onto his shoulders– but Cosmo wiggles free and kicks Antoni RIGHT in the balls! Antoni falls back to all fours, as Cosmo hits him with one more steel chair shot to the back!

It appears he wants to continue, but finally, KU charges out at full speed, one of his boots untied! He slides in and tries to KICK Cosmo’s head off, but Cosmo gets out of dodge just in time! Dimitri rushes over to assist Cosmo, handing him his championship as he makes his presence known for the first time tonight after following the champ’s orders to deal this one alone. KU checks on Malietoa who is already showing his unrelenting endurance by finding a way to get back up, although he’s clearly hurt..

Cosmo grins, his theme going back to playing as he raises his championship up – satisfied with what he’s accomplished tonight on behalf of his Housemates, the EWC World Tag Team Champions, the Heat Packers.

Aiello: A strong victory from Cosmo Goldworthy tonight, but at what cost?! He put down Antoni Malieota only to hurt himself some more post-match for the Heat Packers, who are scheduled to face Eleos Affect for the Tag Team Championships!

Kahrs: Hey, that Anthony is a real fighter! He’s still trying to get up! I don’t know if he’s strong or he’s stupid! But regardless, Cosmo better watch out who he’s dealing with! He may have won tonight, but even I know this one isn’t over between opposing sides!

Aiello: ...Steve, get better soon bud. Folks, we'll be back in a moment with more exciting action on BRAWL!

We move to a commercial break.

Backstage you see Bob Murray wearing his best outfit with a microphone in his hand. As the camera zooms out you notice he is standing in front of the locker room of the one and only Jason “The Boss” Anderson. He knocks on it and the door opens right away with Dave opening the door. The Asian man was wearing a very sharp suit with bling all over his hands.

Dave: How can I help you?

He leans against the door frame with a bit of a smirk coming across his lips. Bob has a huge grin on his face as he leans forward, as if trying to see inside.

Bob: I was wondering if we could have a talk with Jason about his match....?

Jason opens the door wider with a bit of a smirk wearing his ring gear with his hood over his head. Diana is leaning on his shoulder just sucking on her blow pop while he looks over at Bob. He places his hands inside of his hood’s pockets with a bit of a smirk.

Jason: So, what is that you want to talk about…? Let’s see, it has to be about my match against your first ever Heritage Champion Captain Morgan Darkwater. In his little interview he talked about how I only held my first title for 63 days and it seems the Captain went into a daze when my name was mentioned... I do not know where his mind went at that moment.

Jason slowly lowered his hood, keeping his hands back inside of his pockets.

Jason: The one thing I know… I know that look... I know what he was feeling at that moment. That is why I know tonight is going to be a match that EVERYONE in this damn business will be talking about forever! Two men who are fighting demons within themselves to keep their heads above crashing waves, wanting people to see who they are instead of who they believe they are. Time after time, we feel like we need to prove ourselves to everyone in and out of this business, but that all comes to an end tonight. No matter who walks out of this match as the winner we both will have proven to EVERYONE we are Main Eventers. We do not have to be fighting for a title to prove our worth. We are going to go out there and show to everyone how we LOVE this business right down to our bones. WE LOVE what we do day in and day out not caring about our physical, mental and spiritual health. We put everything on the line EVERY DAMN time we are inside of that ring. I know I am ready to do that but what about you... Captain....?

The camera pulls back and swings around to follow Jason’s smirking gaze, to find none other than Captain Morgan Darkwater himself standing close-by, one arm behind his back and one hand clasping the Heritage title to his shoulder. He regards Jason with a hard, intense expression, though whether he’s weighing the man up or simply considering his words isn’t entirely clear. Bob Murray finds himself stuck between the two fierce warriors, their intensity palpable, until he finally clears his throat to break the silence.

Bob: Uhh… Captain? Do you have anything to say ab –

Darkwater holds his hand up to silence the flustered interviewer, letting the silence hang a moment more before cocking his head to one side with a wry smile.

Morgan: People are wrong about ye, Mr Anderson. They look at ye, an’ they see this angry young man, fightin’ tooth an’ nail to prove he’s better than th’ name he left behind him. They see a violent psychopath, eager to go out there an’ take his opponents apart to prove that point, to prove he’s “Th’ Boss”, an’ to take a symbolic part of them as a memento. Not many care to look deeper, to see th’ devoted father, th’ dedicated businessman, th’ carin’ lover – nay, they blindly neglect those things if it means they can demonise an’ villanise ye. It be easier to see a man as a demon, than to look closer at th’ demons he be battlin’... But Captain Darkwater sees ye, Mr Anderson. He acknowledges ye, an’ th’ battles ye be fightin’ outside of that hallowed ring. Whate’er happens tonight, in our Main Event match – no matter who wins, an’ who loses – know that ye have this man’s respect.

He extends a big, meaty hand for Jason to shake, the man stepping out of his locker room to square-up, Bob Murray shrinking back to give them space. The two titans of the ring eye each other, the Captain’s hand still up and open … and Jason finally takes it, the two of them shaking hands slowly.

Morgan: Aye, that’s it lad … In fact, I heard how ye had nay intention of takin’ a part of th’ Captain away with ye tonight in one of those jars an’, well… that didn’t sit entirely right with me. So in lieu of taking even more of th’ Captain than this business already has, he got ye this…

Darkwater finally pulls his arm out from behind his back to reveal a large glass bottle. Inside it was a perfect model replica of his new ship, the Esmerelda’s Revenge, the emerald galleon’s beige sails unfurled and billowing stiffly as if carried by the wind. He holds the bottled-ship out to Jason with a gentle smile, nodding for him to take it.Jason looks over at the bottled-ship very closely. He slowly wrapped his hand around it, looking at it up close, just taking in every detail of the ship. A grin formed around his face looking up at Captain holding it up to the camera.

Jason: When I take people's body parts and keep them as trophies, it is because they have taken or done something that brought pain to me or my family. I wanted them to remember what happens when they cross “The Boss.” This here...

He looked down at it with a soft nod.

Jason: This is a symbol of respect we have for each other and for this business. I will place this among my trophies to remind me there are ones who respect what me and my mother have done for this business, and help Angel to see when she steps into this business herself. This is what she wants to aim for with her career.

Jason hands the bottle over to Dave who holds it very carefully while Jason turns back to the Captain, smiling firmly but Jason also at the same time didn’t let go of his hand.

Jason: But Remember you will have to go against your honor code to keep me down.

The Captain regards him carefully, squeezing his hand back just as tightly, a soft chuckle rumbling up from his chest.

Morgan: I think ye an’ I have a different comprehension of my code, Mr Anderson. Make nay mistake, out there in th’ ring, I will do e’erythin’ it takes to take ye down, short of senselessly killin’ ye, unlike some champions in this business might. But don’t mistake me respect fer softness, now, ‘cause don’t forget – ye not only be lookin’ at the Heritage Champion, but th’ winner of th’ hardcore Blast Tournament ye yer’self entered. Ye know exactly what lengths th’ Captain is willin’ to go to, who he be willin’ to go through, in order to put on a hell of a show, come away th’ victor, an’ show th’ world… his Hardcore Heritage.

He finally releases the handshake with a confident smirk, takes a step back, and turns to leave. Jason just nods and steps back into his locker room, closing the door behind him, leaving Bob rocking in the intensity’s aftermath.

Bob: Hardcore Heritage… damn, that’s badass… back to you, Aiello and Kahrs!

THE HOUSE FACE INCREDIBLE CONSEQUENCES!
HANDICAP MATCH, 2 VS 3
"Incredible Consequences" (El Gran Azul, MORB, & Scrappy Coco)
VS The House (Callum MacBeth & JoJo Rush)

We return to ringside where we’re set for tag-team action.

Aiello: After almost stirring a riot at the end of Brawl and the violent assault on Steve Bennett, Jim Connors is cashing in a receipt on JoJo Rush and Callum MacBeth of the House by pitting them in a handicap tag-team match.

Kahrs: Even I have to admit Joe, I was NOT expecting this trio to be answering the call!

Stroup: The following match is a handicap tag match! Joining us– I mean already in the ring is the team of... MORB, EL GRAN AZUL, & SCRAPPY COCO!

The three jobbers stand in their corner of the ring, MORB and El Gran Azul wave to the crowd while Scrappy Coco bathes himself with his own hand.

Stroup: And their opponent, from representing the House, weighing in at 270 pounds ... CALLUM MACBETH & THE HARDCORE & INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, JOJO RUSH!

”The Mess We’ve Made can’t even start playing before Callum MacBeth and JoJo Rush sprint down the ramp and straight into the ring. Callum absolutely blindsides Coco with a spear that is Something Wicked! Coco’s knocked out cold, but that doesn’t stop Callum from wailing and beating on the enhancement talent. MORB and Azul try to make the save, but JoJo slides in and lays out both competitors with a lariat from each arm! Rush grabs MORB and outright tosses him out of the ring and follows him out. With Callum being the lone Housemate in the ring, the match can finally begin.

DING DING DING

Callum taunts Azul with a couple of middle fingers before cutting the ring in half and beating Azul down with a flurry of strikes and stomps. The referee pulls Callum away with every five-count but goes back until Azul sits out in the corner weakly defending his face from the onslaught of nasty stomps from MacBeth.

Aiello: Oh, this seems a bit much don't you think!?

Kahrs: I’ll tell you what Joe, if Azul didn’t already look more strange than usual, then the Bluchador is going to need his mask refitted after these two are done stomping on his head.

Outside of the ring, Rush batters Morb into every-possible hard surface. The barricade, the ring apron, the ring post, the steel steps, and even the commentary table. MORB is defenseless and limp, but that doesn’t stop Rush from hoisting the Vampire onto his shoulders and throws him through the table with a Fireman’s Carry Cutter, G90!

Aiello: Oh my!

Kahrs: That may be lights out for the night walker that is MORB!

With MORB laid out in a rubble, JoJo climbs back onto the apron and awaits a tag, but Callum seems to have the match all but won. He drags Azul by the mouth and neck towards JoJo and tags in. The two line-up Azul and hit him with a spear from the front and the back! JoJo goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thre– No JoJo raises Azul’s shoulder and laughs.

JoJo slowly gets himself up and tags Callum back in and allows him the honors of the pinfall, but Callum isn’t going to risk a kickout, he collects Azul, lifts him into the air, hooks the legs and nails a vicious Hooligan-Style Piledriver! Callum goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

Three!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... THE HOUSE!

Instead of celebrating, JoJo picks up Azul’s leg and pulls him into the House Special! The Virtuous JoJo Rush is making a statement! The crowd roar in boos, the bell ringing over and over again to warn JoJo that the match is finished

Aiello: Darkwater is coming to put a stop to this!

Kahrs: He might also be planning a surprise cash-in! The House are booking it!

JoJo hears the music and drops Azul like a bad habit and takes Callum up and out through production and towards the parking lot in a hurry. Meanwhile Morgan Darkwater is nowhere to be seen. A minute later, Darkwater finally walks out from Gorilla to the stage and laughs with nachos in one hand, the Blast Briefcase in the other.

Darkwater: My apologies! I set th' briefcase down to grab a drink, an' it set off my music!

Aiello: The House have hightailed it out of here, and we still have a big main event up next! Don't go away!

We move to a commercial break.

We cut to the parking lot, where a seemingly frantic Connors is trying to track down Rush and MacBeth to no avail. Realizing that The House has left the building for the night, the BRAWL General Manager eventually settles down just enough to make a statement...an announcement, in fact.

Connors: Well, since Rush has uh...rushed off into the night, I guess he'll have to check the EWC website like everybody else...because in two weeks, Rush WILL pay for this mess, and he WILL be facing a Gauntlet against three potential contenders for the EWC International Championship!

This gets a big pop from the crowd as Connors works to compose himself some more before continuing.

Connors: I'll give him credit where it's due...if he can survive the Gauntlet I'll let him pick his contender, but by gum the moment one of those contenders pins him, that's the title match sewn up for StrangleMania!

The crowd cheers again as we head back to ringside for our main event of the evening!

A TREMENDOUS TUSSLE IN TACOMA!
SINGLES MATCH (NON-TITLE), HARDCORE RULES
Jason Anderson
VS Morgan Darkwater

We return to ringside where (add content here)

Aiello: After all that excitement that has been going on tonight, I am ready for one heck of a stellar match!

Kahrs: James Anderson and…

Aiello: …it’s Jason…

Kahrs: Oops, sorry. Jason Anderson and Lieutenant Dan…

Aiello: JESUS H. CHRIST! It’s Captain Morgan Darkwater!

Kahrs: Jason Anderson and Captain Morgan Jones…

Aiello: DARKWATER!

Kahrs: Sorry… Darkwater, are about to go at it tooth and nail, in a Hardcore Main Event!

Aiello: Let’s just get this shower over with…

Stroup: The following match is tonight’s Main Event and is for ONE fall. Joining us first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 215 pounds ... JASON ANDERSON!

The arena lights start to flash on and off as NF- No Excuses plays over the speakers and smoke appears on the Extreme Tron, as well as big letters that read ‘Jason Anderson “The Boss”... but there is no Jason Anderson.

Kahrs: Do you think Mr. Andrews is not coming out?

Aiello: Mr. Andrews? No, he isn’t coming out. You know why? Because we don’t HAVE a Mr. Andrews. We have a Mr. Anderson! And that man is not scared to-

Before Joe could finish his sentence, the fans pop as Captain Morgan Darkwater comes FLYING out from the entrance and lands hard on the stage. Seconds later, a black bag comes flying out and lands next to Morgan, but slides off the stage. Then Jason Anderson comes walking out, his glare focused on the Captain.

Aiello: Seems we get to start a bit early!

DING DING DING

Jason Anderson storms out of the entrance way, reaching down and grabbing the dropped EWC Heritage Championship Title as he made his way over to Darkwater. With a handful of the Captain’s hair, Jason pulled him to his feet and then SLAMMED the title into his face… not once… not twice… but THREE- NO! THE CAPTAIN BLOCKS THE THIRD SHOT! He grabs Jason by the arm and turns, whipping him INTO THE ENTRANCE WAY SET-UP! A loud metal sound echoes through the arena as Jason’s head meets the steel structure supporting the Extreme Tron. Jason stumbles back from the impact and Captain Darkwater is waiting for him… Anderson turns around AND DARKWATER GRABS HIM WITH BOTH HANDS AND LIFTS HIM UP INTO THE AIR! Darkwater turns and positions the flailing ‘Boss’ over the edge of the stage… holding him over the impending drop. HANGMAN’S-NO! JASON WITH A WELL PLACED BOOT TO THE CHIN! Darkwater lets go and stumbles backwards and though Jason falls off the drop, he lands on his feet. Jason goes to take a step and kicks his black back, which he happily reaches down and grabs, opening it and rummaging through the toys inside. Like a kid in a candy store, his eyes light up as he pulls out one of… if not top of the list… his favorite toy: the barbed-wire wrapped crowbar. With a gleeful toss, the black back falls to the ground again and Jason grips the crowbar with both hands. Just in time too, as the cry of a vengeful pirate pierces his joyful mood. Looking up, The Boss sees Captain Morgan Darkwater jumping off the stage… a quick reflection of light and he notices Black Betsy lifted high and soaring through the air. Instinct causes Jason to lift the crowbar up as The Brawling Buccaneer lands on his feet, bringing the beauty of a sword crashing into the dull yet mesmerizing crowbar. A small spark shoots off of the clashing, out towards the crowd.

Aiello: Apparently it is time for a duel!

Kahrs: It’s High Noon somewhere!

Aiello: That… that’s cowboys… not pirates…

The sounds of metal on metal echo out over the crowd as Captain Darkwater continues his attack with Black Betsy, Jason Anderson doing everything and anything he can to not feel the bite of the sword on his skin, treating his crowbar like it was his own personal shield. Finally noticing that the swings weren’t doing the trick, the Captain lunged forward with the blade… but Jason managed to step out of the way and the sword embedded itself into the stage wall. Fighting to get it out, Captain Darkwater doesn’t see Jason hop up onto the entrance ramp, take a few steps back, before sprinting forward and launching himself off the stage. Captain Morgan turns as his sonar goes off… only to catch the end of the crowbar in the side of the jaw. The Captain stumbles back and drops to one knee, blood beginning to trickle out of the gash on his jawline underneath his beard. Once again, the Captain looks up at Jason Anderson. RUNNING KNEE STRIKE AND THE CAPTAIN WOBBLES BACK A BIT, but continues to kneel where he is. Jason steps back… ANOTHER RUNNING KNEE STRIKE! Captain Morgan Darkwater looks a little wobbly. Jason steps back one more time… prepping up for the third running knee strike… aka The Boss Trigger. He charges forward, RUNNING KNE-MORGAN DUCKS AND JASON SLIDES RIGHT OVER HIM. The Captain quick to his feet, grabs Jason Anderson from behind… INVERTED DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! THE KEELHAUL SLAM ONTO JASON ANDERSON AND THE BOSS LOOKS TO BE OUT. The Captain takes a moment to try and get his head back on straight… before hooking Jason’s leg for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

NO!!! KICKOUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!

Aiello: I can feel how badly Jason Anderson wants this. It’s going to take a lot more than that to keep The Boss down today.

Kahrs: Is President Mac here?

Aiello stays quiet, ignoring Kahr’s remark. Captain Darkwater sits up and feels at the cut under his beard, pulling away a hand covered in blood. With a crazed look in his eyes, he stands to his feet and grabs the resilient Jason Anderson… pulling him to his feet. He WHIPS Jason towards the entrance ramp, Jason slamming into it hard. Captain Morgan Darkwater comes running and jumps, his intention to slam Jason into the wall… BUT JASON MOVES AND DARKWATER CORNER SPLASHES INTO THE WALL!!! The Captain grabs his face in pain as Jason finally walks out of the area… pulling himself up onto the entrance ramp. Captain Morgan sees The Boss on top of the stage and grabs a ladder that was leaned up against the wall, on its side. He lifts the ladder up and leans it against the stage, using it like an extension ladder instead of a step ladder. With determination in his eyes, the Captain climbs up the ladder like he was climbing the mast of a ship. Darkwater gets to the top of the ladder and climbs up onto the stage…SUPERKICK FROM JASON ANDERSON AND CAPTAIN MORGAN GOES FLYING DOWN THE ENTRANCE RAMP… both of them getting near the ring for the first time in this match.

Anderson stalks Darkwater, watching him pull himself up on the fan barricade. With the time Morgan is taking, Jason looks into the crowd and asks for a chair… which some happy sucker gives him. He folds it up and bends over slightly, waiting for the right moment with the Captain. The moment comes as the Heritage Champ turns slightly. Jason tosses him the chair, which he instinctively catches… B.J.A. INTO THE CHAIR, INTO THE FACE OF THE ROUGHHOUSING ROGUE!!! Captain Morgan Darkwater drops to the ground, Jason quickly following him with a hook of the leg.

ONE!

TWO!!

THR-NO! KICKOUT BY THE CAP’.

Aiello: Jason Anderson has come out here tonight, to do battle. But O’ Captain, My Captain, isn’t going to surrender any time soon.

Kahrs: Is this almost considered elder abuse?

Jason gets back to his feet and grabs the chair off the ground. A look of intensity has come over him and if this were a cartoon, smoke would be pouring from his ears. He slams the edge of the chair on the ground, his eyes focused on Captain Morgan Darkwater…slowly pulling himself up to his feet.

Anderson (no mic): COME ON, MORGAN! GET UP! GET UP, NOW!

Jason slams the chair once more, his feet slightly dancing and fidgeting as Darkwater is up to his feet, but turned away from The Boss. The Captain finally turns around… Jason swings… BUT THE CAPTAIN DUCKS UNDER IT! Captain Morgan Darkwater pivots and grabs Jason, lifting him up into a torture rack… TH’ RACK!!! CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER HAS JASON UP IN TH’ RACK!!! Being a little winded, Morgan walks over to the side of the ring… AND SLAMS JASON BACK-FIRST ONTO THE EDGE OF THE RING STEPS!!! JASON LOOKS LIKE HE BROKE HIS SPIN AS HE BENDS OVER THE SIDE OF THE STEPS UNNATURALLY! Without a pause for a breather, almost as if seeing Jason’s broken body has given him a second wind in his sails, Captain Darkwater grabs Jason’s lifeless body and slides it into the ring. Then without hesitation, climbs up to the top turnbuckle… measuring up The Boss. CELL PHONE FLASHES POP AS CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWATER JUMPS OFF THE TOP ROPE!!! WINDS OF FORTUNE!!! WINDS OF FORTUNE!!! MORGAN DROVE HIS ELBOW SO FAR INTO JASON’S CHEST THAT HE PROBABLY JUST POPPED HIS SPINE BACK INTO PLACE!

Finally catching his breath, Morgan lay there for a moment. The blood from under his beard has made it matted and ragged looking, though it be merely a flesh-wound. Morgan pulls himself over and covers Jason.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

NO! THE REF IS SAYING IT WAS ONLY TWO! The fans pop in amazement as Morgan sits up, his eyes widened in shock, disbelief, and horror. But all those emotions quickly fade as Morgan stands to his feet and grimaces down at Jason. He grabs the barely-there Anderson and whips him into the corner… and QUICKLY follows with a corner splash that makes the one-time FSW Champion stumble out from the corner. Captain Morgan runs up and grabs up…URANAGE WITH EVERYTHING HE HAS! Captain Morgan quickly gets to his feet, looking down at Jason Anderson… who looks like he is reaching for the ropes to pull himself back up… though it is taking everything for him not to just pass out from the pain.

Aiello: Jason did say that Darkwater was going to have to break him, to defeat him.

Kahrs: It’s not looking like Jason is going to quit any time soon!

Captain Morgan Darkwater takes a few steps back and leans against the ropes as Jason Anderson pulls himself up on the opposite side.

Darkwater (no mic): Jus’ stay down!

Captain Morgan CHARGES towards Jason Anderson… PUT JASON POPS HIM SQUARE IN THE JAW WITH A RIGHT HOOK! The Captain stops abruptly, surprised by the jab… but leaves enough time for Jason to land another shot. But as if the kraken was awoken within The Captain of the Flagship, Darkwater smiled. He pulled back and ROCKED Jason with a jab! Jason, was shocked, but responded with a right-handed punch.

Back and forth…

Back and forth…

Captain Morgan Darkwater punch…

Jason Anderson punch…

The two of them exchanged enough punches to fill up a couple ‘Buy 10 Get 1 Free’ cards at Red Robin by the time it was all said and done. Having had enough of this nonsense, Captain Morgan skipped his next punch and landed a boot to the unsuspecting Jason Anderon’s midsection. Grabbing him around the waist, Darkwater lifted Jason up AND SLAMMED HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A JACK-KNIFE POWERBOMB!!! Jason grabbed at his back in pain, but after a moment… fought with everything he had to pull himself to the ropes. Captain Darkwater watched as the never-say-die attitude of Jason, pushed The Boss to pull himself up to his feet. Darkwater walked over and LOCKED IN A FULL NELSON HOLD! The light slowly began to fade from Jason’s eyes, when former Brawl roster member Alexander Umbra suddenly came running out of the back, with no mask on. He climbs up onto the ring apron, to which Captain Darkwater responds by pointing the almost-unresponsive Jason Anderson towards him.

Umbra (no mic): FIGHT IT JASON!!

Umbra shakes the ropes, fighting his own urge to get into the ring and attack the Captain.

Umbra (no mic): THINK OF ANGEL!!! YOU CAN DO THIS!!!

Captain Morgan sneers at Umbra, remembering how he beat him at the Bayou Blast Tournament last season. Was it this slight distraction? Did Umbra’s voice call Jason? Or was it his inner ‘Angel’ telling her ‘Dad’ to never give up? No one but Jason will know as Jason reaches up with both hands and grabs Captain Darkwater’s head. He drops to the mat… SHOULDER JAWBREAKER ON THE CAPTAIN!!! Umbra jumps off the apron, to the mat. Instantly he starts slapping the mat in encouragement as the Captain pops up and onto his back from the jawbreaker. Jason sits on the mat, looking at Umbra… who reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bag. Umbra slides it to Jason, who opens it and suddenly smiles from ear to ear. QUick to his feet, though still wobbly, Jason pours out the small bag of 1x1 legos onto the mat. Tossing the bag out of the ring, he turns towards Darkwater… ONLY TO SEE DARKWATER BOUNCE OFF THE ROPES AND COME FLYING THROUGH THE AIR AT HOME WITH AN ATTEMPT AT A CLOTHESLINE!!! BUT JASON DUCKS AND DARKWATER GOES LANDS ON JASON’S BACK. Jason grabs his legs like a double leg slam… but Darkwater grabs Jason’s waist, trying to use his weight to pull Jason down… but Jason hooks the Captain’s legs under his arms…

ANGEL DROP!!! ANGEL DROP ONTO THE LEGOS!!! JESUS H. CHRIST ON A CRACKER, JASON ANDERSON LEANS FORWARD, BASICALLY SITTING ON THE CAPTAIN’S CHEST AND PINNING HIS SHOULDERS TO THE GROUND!!

ONE!

THE CAPTAIN IS BARELY MOVING…

TWO!!

JASON LEANS FORWARD JUST A HAIR MORE, PUTTING MORE PRESSURE ON DARKWATER…

THREE!!!

JASON LOOKS TO THE REF…

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall JASON ANDERSON!!

The arena erupts as Jason is launched forward by Captain Morgan Darkwater, though the victory has already been sealed. Umbra is slapping the mat on the outside, continuing to cheer Jason on as Jason lay face first on the mat, covering his head with his hands in disbelief.

Aiello: WHAT-A-MATCH! Jason would not give up and took everything the Captain threw at him. And while he did not earn the victory tonight, Captain Darkwater left nothing on the line tonight as he did everything but paralyze Jason, to stop him.

Jason Anderson stands to his feet and feels his hand being raised into the air, but he quickly notices it is not the ref. Instead, it is Captain Morgan Darkwater. He is holding Jason’s hand up in victory.

Kahrs: What an honorable man that Captain Jack is.

Aiello: What did you just call him?

Almost as if he had heard, Captain Darkwater shoots a look over to the announcer’s table.

Aiello: Well folks, I have a feeling I'll be joined by a new commentary partner in two weeks when we head to Chicago...but it's been a hell of a night tonight! What a main event, and what a show! On behalf of Timothy Kahrs, I'm Joe Aiello saying so long and goodnight as we head down the road to StrangleMania!

Darkwater leaves the ring, allowing Anderson to soak in the victory as the show comes to a close.

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH TWO: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH THREE: Cosmo Goldworthy
MATCH FOUR: JoJo Rush
MAIN EVENT: EWC Staff Assistant: Berto

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SEGMENTS

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Morgan Darkwater
Sally Talfourd
Dalilah Ashe / Chelsea Skye
Morgan Darkwater / Jason Anderson The Boss
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MATCH 1
Amis Shelton
VS Caleb Scott
WINNER via pinfall: Caleb Scott

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WINNER via pinfall: Cosmo Goldworthy

MATCH 4
El Gran Azul, MORB, & Scrappy Coco
VS The House (Callum MacBeth & JoJo Rush)
WINNER via pinfall: The House

MAIN EVENT
Jason Anderson
VS Morgan Darkwater
WINNER via pinfall: Jason Anderson

BRAWL #605 MVP: Jason Anderson

BRAWL #605 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Jason Anderson VS Morgan Darkwater

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REFEREE
Josh Daniels

GENERAL MANAGER
Jim Connors

ASSISTANT GM
Timothy Kahrs

PLAY BY PLAY
Joe Aiello

GENERAL MANAGER
Grizzly Duggan
ASSISTANT TO THE GM
Carlos Ruiz

PLAY BY PLAY
Koala Duggan

COLOR
Polar Duggan

ANNOUNCER
Emmanuelle Chriqui

INTERVIEWER
Brian Spade and Candice Tweed

SENIOR REFEREE
Toyo Yasahiro

REFEREE
Mike Michaelson

REFEREE
Pierce Patterson

GENERAL MANAGER
Grizzly Duggan

ASSISTANT TO THE GM
Carlos Ruiz

PLAY BY PLAY
Koala Duggan

GENERAL MANAGER
Chris Brock

PLAY BY PLAY
Tim Watson

COLOR
Cid Sydney

ANNOUNCER
Isabella Starr

INTERVIEWER
Lisa Goldrush

REFEREE
Matt Mercer

REFEREE
Jesse Lizarraga

GENERAL MANAGER
Chris Brock

PLAY BY PLAY
Tim Watson

GENERAL MANAGER
Jordan Sharpe
EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT TO THE GM
Faith Rivers

PLAY BY PLAY
Eric Mason

COLOR
John Livingston

ANNOUNCER
Damon Reid

INTERVIEWER
Joe Danes

SENIOR REFEREE
Niklaus Forbes

REFEREE
Stefan Elliot

REFEREE
Jessika Smalls

GENERAL MANAGER
Jordan Sharpe

EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT TO THE GM
Faith Rivers

PLAY BY PLAY
Eric Mason

PLAY BY PLAY
Marcus Woo

COLOR
Valentina Gomez

ANNOUNCER
Nina Dobrev

INTERVIEWER
Ace Heart & Pepper Montana

SENIOR REFEREE
Toyo Yasahiro

REFEREE 1
John Dean

REFEREE 2
Niklaus Forbes

PLAY BY PLAY
Marcus Woo

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