Post by MNB on Apr 14, 2020 1:27:21 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 #553| APRIL 13TH 2020LIVE! from the Greensboro Coliseum in Greensboro, North Carolina
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Jim Connors
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
General Manager: Jim Connors
Commentators: Joe Aiello, Steve 'The Predator' Bennett and Max Carter
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
"BZRK" by Family Force 5 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 #552 in Albany.
Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, Ruthann Hunter, Ashton Drake and then Xplode all with the EWC Championship.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Xavier Reid, Iggy Swango, Darius, Kendrick Kross, Stephanie Matsuda, NSFW, Clay Byrd, Stormy Taggert, Bosa, Mike Strong, Jeb Jackson, and more.
We then get a shot of the sole Champion of BRAWL as of WrestleFest:
Clay Byrd with the International Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
A wide aerial shot shows that the Greensboro Coliseum is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A wide aerial shot shows that the Greensboro Coliseum is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A chant begins of
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading:
"THE INTERNATIONAL TITLE IS FOR THE BYRDS"
"GACY'S GONNA GET HIS"
"LUNCH TIME IS BEST TIME"
"WE WILDIN' TONIGHT"
"WHAT A LOVELY EARLY BIRTHDAY PRESENT THIS IS"
and "IRON SHARPENS IRON"
Aiello: Hello everyone, and welcome to Monday Night Brawl! I'm Joe Aiello alongside Max Carter and Steven Bennett, and the atmosphere in Greensboro is something else as we come off a huge event in StrangleMania XV!
Carter: That's right Joe, we saw lots of action at the L.A. Memorial Coliseum, not the least of which was the crowning of new champions! Clay Byrd picked up the win and is the sole champion representing the red brand as International Champion, after recent news has come out that Iggy Swango has renegotiated her contract and is now a part of Friday Night Rampage!
Bennett: That traitor!
Aiello: That said, we have a lot in store for you tonight! Our crowd here in Greensboro got to see an amazing match earlier, as we saw Alexander Cage pick up a win over Justin Paird in a closely-fought battle! Congrats to Cage on the win, and we're happy to see both men competing here on Brawl!
Carter: The televised action kicks off with a triple threat that sees three men from StrangleMania's Hot Shot Debut Battle Royal slug it out to see who the better man is between Mag Hyperion, David Scott, and Karzan Locke!
Bennett: That's gonna be a barn burner for sure, as will a singles encounter between two ladies from that battle royal tryin' to make a statement! Callie Clark takes on Isabella in what is sure to be a helluva match!
Aiello: After that we see two men looking to bounce back into future title contention, as William Manson takes on Bosa!
Carter: From there we've got a pair of X-Division contests coming at ya! First up, Gabrielle Visconty looks to get a measure of revenge on Darius...and then, Chuck Gacy appears to be at the mercy of an angry Xavier Reid! Gacy destroyed the X-Division Championship a few weeks back, and after losing the title to Ace King at StrangleMania, there will be no cage to contain Reid's rage here tonight!
Bennett: All four of those competitors are gonna be in for a helluva night, as are three tag teams looking to make a statement when the War Mongers of Stephanie Matsuda and Samantha Hamilton take on Damage Inc. and Lunch Time! You'd better believe the Tag Team Champions will be watching to keep an eye on their competition!
Aiello: And in our main event of the evening, the new International Champion is in non-title action as Clay Byrd takes on two men who are quite familiar with each other, Mike Strong and Jeb Jackson!
Carter: We saw those two form an alliance of sorts at StrangleMania during the Falls Count Anywhere match, which makes me wonder if we'll see tonight's main event become a two-on-one handicap match against the champion?
Bennett: Nonsense, Max! Strong and Jackson have made it clear this is an opportunity for either or both of them to stake a claim in the title picture, and that's exactly what's gonna happen tonight!
Aiello: All that and more we have ready and waiting for you tonight on Monday Night Brawl!
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We cut backstage, inside the office of the Brawl General Manager, where Jim Connors is standing by with a smile.
Connors: Hello, Greensboro! Hope you're all ready for an exciting night of action on the red brand! We've got a lot ahead of us tonight, but before we start I wanted to formally announce something that means a lot to me. Many of you might remember one of my first shows as GM last summer, when Brawl celebrated tag team wrestling with Teddy Long Appreciation Night!
This gets a decent pop from the crowd.
Connors: Yes, it went about as well I'd hoped. This season, I'm pulling out all the stops to celebrate the fine art of making working together as a team. You've already seen some of the fruits of this labor, with three of EWC's fast-rising teams colliding later tonight...but next month is Brawl 555, and we're taking it to a whole new level with a one night tag team tournament...with the Tag Team Championship on the line!
This shocking news gets a huge pop from the crowd, much to the delight of the Brawl GM.
Connors: The champions retained in what was a close match at StrangleMania, but after consulting with the other General Managers we've agreed that this is a special occasion that deserves something a little extra! Full details on the tournament will be unveiled on the EWC website later this week, but for now I want you all to just think about all the possibilities in play here. Think of all the tag teams currently in the EWC that look to win the gold...and the alliances that could spring up for the unique opportunity!
The crowd is buzzing with excitement as we cut to...
INTERBRAND INSANITY: BATTLE ROYAL FALLOUT!
[TRIPLE THREAT MATCH]
Mag Hyperion
VS David Scott
VS Karzan Locke
VS David Scott
VS Karzan Locke
We're at ringside where the first match of the night is set to kick off Brawl 553!
Aiello: Here we go, folks! Our first official match of the evening, and we'll see three men looking to prove a point after that Hot Shot Debut Battle Royal at StrangleMania!
Bennett: David Scott's gotta helluva a mountain to climb facing Mag Hyperion and Karzan Locke, and if you ask me, I think Mag's got the gumption to shut both these guys down!
Stroup: The following match is a Triple Threat Match. Joining us first, from Long Beach, California, weighing in at 235-pounds... DAVID... SCOTT!
A sudden riff tears through the speakers leading into a pounding cadence that echoes throughout the arena. Grainy black and white clips of Scott in past fights and matches fill the Mac-Tron, synced to the music. As the marching chords of Zack Tempest’s “Slow Death” continue to thunder, the lights shift into pulsating strobes. From behind the gorilla position, a single black light silhouettes the form of David Scott as he emerges from the back, the hood of his jacket pulled low. Slowly, Scott raises his arms to either side, soaking in the mixed reception. Abruptly twisting his head to pop the bones in his neck, he begins the march to the ring, wringing his wrists and cracking his knuckles.
Hands slap at the fighter’s back and shoulders, while others display raised middle fingers, all of it going ignored by the man himself as he reaches the floormats. Both hands whip up to tear the hood away, revealing the stone-cut mask of stoic focus on Scott’s face. Climbing the steps up to the apron, he ducks through the ropes and storms to the far side, grasping the top rope while mounting the second, free fist thrusting skyward to prompt another split response from the thousands strong surrounding the ring. A smirk creeps into place as Scott drops back to the mat and slides off the jacket, slinging it to the outside before pacing intensely around the inside of the ring as he waits.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 415-pounds... MAG HYPERION!
A dark wooden door marked EXIT is smashed to pieces as Mag stomps through the wreckage followed by thick waves of fog. The giant denim clad man thumps his chest with his taped fists, spits out his cigar then lets out a roar before marching his way down the ramp. The camera shakes with every step and sparks shoot from the sides of the ramp as if his weight is causing destruction to the equipment. He kicks over the steel steps and jumps up to the apron, he steps over the top ropes then quickly rips his jacket off and throws it into the crowds.
Stroup: And their opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 350-pounds... KARZAN LOCKE!
The lights in the arena turn off and after a moment they turn back on. Standing in one of the corners facing the crowd is the hulking mass of humanity, Karzan Locke. He stands motionless until the match begins.
Aiello: Karzan's got a look of determination and focus on his face, and away we go!
DING DING DING
David Scott knows he's at a disadvantage as he looks back and forth between Mag Hyperion and Karzan Locke. The size difference is staggering! Luckily, Mag and Karzan go after each other first, and it's like Godzilla vs. King Kong as the two big men start to trade blows. Karzan delivers a series of abdominal punches and follows up with a headbutt. Mag stumbles a teensy-tiny little bit, but otherwise seems unfazed. The two men go back to punching at each other while David waits his turn. Really, what else is he supposed to do?
Aiello: Smart strategy by David Scott here, letting the two behemoths go at it!
Bennett: Yeah, but it's just a matter of time before one of them wises up to what's happening.
Karzan goes down after Mag Powerslams him to the mat. Mag starts stomping on Karzan, but the 350-pounder shoves him off with a great show of strength. Mag and Karzan lock up once Karzan gets back on his feet. Mag uses a Running Knee and then a tremendous Spinebuster to take Karzan down again. Mag turns his attention to David Scott, and David charges at him. David uses chops and punches and kicks and every other possible strike to stave off the gigantic Hyperion, but Mag is just too damn big. David runs at the ropes, bounces off them, comes flying back at Mag and hits him with a Shoulder Block. And then another one. And another one. He follows up with a Lariat. Mag starts to stumble and David continues to strike at his opponent as Karzan gets to his feet. Suddenly, like an 18-wheeler t-boning a Prius, Karzan hits Mag right in the side of the head with a Running Boot. Mag goes flying to the outside.
Aiello: David really trying to get into this despite the other two having such a size advantage.
Bennett: Might makes right, Joe, and David Scott is clearly in the wrong here!
David and Karzan are going at it now. David ducks and dodges Karzan as the bigger man tries to strike him down or grab a hold of him. Karzan is finally able to get his hands on David and he throws him, fast and hard, into the turnbuckle. Using his boot, Karzan starts to choke David who now has his back pressed into the corner. The referee orders Karzan to let him go, which he does with obvious reluctance. David, gathering himself, runs at Karzan, but receives a devastating Sidewalk Slam for his effort. David's seeing stars as Karzan falls on top of him for a near pinfall. Somehow, David finds it within himself to kick out. Mag is back in the ring and he goes at it with Karzan yet again. They trade a series of moves on each other and both keep coming back for more. A Slam here, a Headbutt there, both men having trouble taking the other man down--and when they do manage to capsize their opponent, it's damn impossible to KEEP them down! These men are built like freakin' tanks! They both find themselves standing again, and they run at each other. DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! Both men have laid each other out! David Scott, having recovered enough to get back in the fray, delivers a series of Rolling Elbow Drops on both men. The fans get behind him as there's no doubt he's fighting for his life right now. We're seeing David (Scott) versus Goliath versus an even bigger Goliath!
Aiello: This could be it, folks! David Scott is making the best of a tough situation here tonight.
Karzan kicks David off him as the latter attempts to lock in a Figure-Four Leglock after a series of Mounted Punches. David goes over to Mag and starts stomping away on him, too. A Sliding Clothesline and a Basement Dropkick on Mag follows. David continues to work on both men as they each start to get back to their feet. David's in a pickle, folks, but he doesn't look the least bit scared. This is unbelievable! David's got the crowd getting behind him more and more as he does his best to fight off the bigger men...SPINE BUSTER BY MAG ON KARZAN! The PRIME superstar rolls out of the ring by instinct, allowing Mag to focus on David Scott...WHO NAILS MAG WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP! Even a much bigger man like Mag can feel that chop across his chest, and Scott follows up with more to wear Mag down...and brings him down with a standing dropkick! With the big man down, Scott looks to do the one thing he can think of in the situation, lifting Mag's upper body up by the arms before driving the head down with a nasty Curb Stomp! Scott turns Mag onto his back to go for the cover! 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... DAVID SCOTT!
The ref raises Scott's arm in victory as we cut back to commentary!
Aiello: In a battle featuring two giants, David has found a way to conquer all here tonight! Folks, up next we'll be seeing Callie Clark take on La Belicista herself, Isabella!
Camera cuts to ...
We cut to the parking lot where a black SUV is seen pulling in. As soon as it stops, Gabrielle Visconty emerges from within, sliding her sunglasses onto her head before reaching into the vehicle to pull her bag out from it. She places the bag onto the ground next to her, shuts the door, and turns to the camera to speak, but before she is able to get a word out, her head snaps to the left as she hears a noise, and is then kicked square in the face by a large boot, slamming her heard against the SUV with a sickening thud! The camera pans to the left a bit, revealing Darius as he seethes.
Darius: Application accepted, you bitch.
Aiello: Oh my god!! Gabrielle was just assaulted by Darius!
Bennett: Assaulted?! This is retribution! She attacked him at Stranglemania, so he is repaying the favor, all while welcoming her to the X-Division!
Carter: That was a sneak attack, and I don't think he's done ... Here comes Darius' manager, Elissa Bradley, and she has his bat … Wait! Tommy Love is getting out of the SUV!
Elissa Bradley walks into the frame now, a sadistic grin on her face as she hands Darius his bat, which has been once again wrapped with barbed wire. Gabi pulls herself back to her feet with the SUV, but then Darius swings wide, cracking the bat down onto the top of her head with a loud crack, busting Gabi wide open! Elissa grabs Gabi by the legs and drags her a few feet away from the SUV, then Darius continues his assault, driving the head of the bat down onto Gabi's midsection multiple times before Tommy Love leaps into frame, trying to pull Darius away, but Darius shoves him off, spins around, and cracks the bat on the side of his head as well!
Bennett: Someone finally gave that greasy Tommy Love exactly what he deserved.
Aiello: Someone stop this!!
Bennett: No! Let it happen! Tommy is down... Let Gabi experience the X-Division in all of it's glory!
Carter: If Darius keeps this up, we may not have a match between these two tonight because he'll be locked up!
Darius turns his attention back to Gabi and goes to swing his bat down at her head once again, but members of the production crew and EWC staff rush in and pull him away while the medical team rush to Gabi's side. Darius attempts to fight them off, but there are far too many and they drag him and Elissa away while Gabi is tended to.
We move to a commercial break.
We cut backstage inside the office of the Brawl General Manager, who looks more than a little frustrated at what a stagehand is telling him.
Connors: So how bad is it?
Stagehand: Really bad, sir. Medical is currently tending to Gabi as we speak, and we've had staff trying to keep Darius away.
Connors shakes his head in disappointment.
Connors: Dammit all, I can't have my competitors beating each other up like this...at least not outside the context of their scheduled contest. Keep me posted, I may have to cancel the match if it comes down to it.
Stagehand: Yes, sir.
The stagehand leaves the office, leaving Connors to fiddle with his MacBook as we cut back to...
MAKING A STATEMENT!
[SINGLES MATCH]
Callie Clark
VS "La Belicista" Isabella
VS "La Belicista" Isabella
We return to ringside where the commentary team are preparing to call the second match of the night.
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, we've got a real treat in store for you next. The cosplayer known as Callie Clark is set to compete against La Belicista, Isabella in just a few moments.
Bennett: I predict Isabella to win because this is a wrestling match, not a dress-up tea party.
Carter: Both women are talented competitors, Bennett. We can't fault Callie for what she likes to do in her free time. Don't underestimate her. New Yorkers are tough and persevering, and I for one think we're going to see some of that spirit show through here tonight in this match.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from Albuquerque, New Mexico, weighing in at 164-pounds... LA BELICISTA... ISABELLA!
As Sabaton’s “Resist and Bite” blasts over the PA, a large plume of smoke conceals the top of the ramp. The Mexican flag appears on the MacTron as a shadow appears in the lingering smoke. Red pyros shoot off into the air as the smoke begins to vanish, eventually revealing “La Belicista” Isabella’s figure.
As the 15 second mark rolls around, Isabella strides confidently down towards the ramp, giving high-fives to the fans and audience along the way. When “La Belicista” Isabella arrives in front of the ring, she slips in between the middle and uppermost set of ropes.
She then stands atop the same ropes she slid through. She clenches her right fist and raises it high up in the air. Her left, meanwhile, raises as she salutes to the EWC audience. After soaking in the reaction and atmosphere, “La Belicista” jumps off the ropes, lands gracefully on her feet, and turns to wait against the turnbuckle whilst waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Stroup: And her opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 115-pounds ... CALLIE CLARK!
"Off With Her Head" hits and Callie Clark struts out onto the stage after letting the music play for a few seconds, and strikes a pose on the stage, showing off her Harley Quinn cosplay as pyro goes off behind her. She walks down the ramp, taking time to high five a couple fans along the way before taking a running start and jumping onto the ring apron, posing again on the apron. She steps through the ropes and walks to the middle of the ring, striking one final pose while shooting a wink to the camera then goes to her corner as the music cuts.
Aiello: Both these ladies look ready to give us a match we won't soon forget, so without further adieu...
DING DING DING
The bell sounds and the ladies get to work. Callie, using her speed to her advantage, runs toward Isabella, ducks beneath her arm as Isabella looks to lay her out with a Clothesline, turns and flips with a Pele Kick. Isabella is quick to her feet and she grabs Callie, whipping her into the ropes. Isabella goes for a Big Boot, but Callie slides underneath, gets back up quickly, rebounds off the ropes and connects with a Springboard Knee Smash. The fans applaud the speed at which these competitors are moving as Callie continues on the offensive, moving in and out with haste as Isabella is able to deflect most of her opponent's moves.
Aiello: Callie is showing us just how fast she can be. If she doesn't wear herself out first, Isabella could be in trouble.
Bennett: Isabella’s just waiting for Callie to tire herself out.
Carter: Do I hear an echo?
Callie utilizes a Spinning Back Fist to daze Isabella, then whips her into the turnbuckle and uses a Step Up High Knee to do some damage. Isabella falls to a seated position and Callie performs a Running Cannon Ball. Callie pulls Isabella away from the ropes and covers her for a quick two count. Continuing on the offensive, Callie leaps up on the turnbuckle and looks to be going for what she calls a Calliesault, but Isabella rolls out of the ring, out of harm's way. Callie leaps off the turnbuckle, still in the ring, and she runs toward the opposite side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, comes running back toward Isabella and dives through the ropes. The Suicide Dive connects and now both women are down at ringside.
Aiello: I'm impressed seeing how well Callie can adapt to her environment.
Bennett: So far Callie's been too quick for Isabella, but that last move hurt her just as much as it hurt her opponent.
Carter: They're both getting back on their feet now, so I wouldn't count either of them out just yet.
Isabella's on the offensive now after a series of knees and elbows to Callie. Isabella rolls her opponent back into the ring and follows in after her. Isabella grabs a hold of Callie and lifts her up in the air in a Suplex position where she's held for several seconds before she comes crashing back down. Isabella pulls Callie back to her feet, knees her in the midsection, puts her head between her legs and successfully delivers a Powerbomb. She jumps on top of Callie and hooks the leg for a near fall.
Aiello: No doubt Isabella knocked the air right out of Callie. That could've been it right there, but she's still got some fight left in her.
Bennett: Callie's speed isn't going to save her now.
Carter: She's definitely been slowed down.
Isabella performs another Suplex, followed by a GTS, and covers Callie a second time. Callie again kicks out. The fans cheer respectively for both women. Isabella looks to be going for the SNAFU, but Callie dodges out of the way! Pele Kick from Callie! Callie's starting to get fired up again and the fans are getting behind her. She climbs up the turnbuckle--possibly attempting the Calliesault on Isabella. She flips through the air, but no! Isabella’s not there, and Callie hits the mat instead. Isabella gets Callie in position for a
Sangre Por Sangre, but Callie is able to save herself, so Isabella goes for another series of kicks on her opponent.
Aiello: Isabella’s legs are like weapons!
Bennett: Just finish her off already!
Carter: Callie's in danger, guys. I don't know how much more she can take.
Callie looks out of it as Isabella picks her up once more...SANGRE POR SANGRE! Isabella with a big Omega Driver on the cosplaying Clark, getting a cover in the process: 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... LA BELICISTA...ISABELLA!
The ref raises Isabella's arm in victory as we cut back to commentary.
Aiello: Isabella with a big win over Callie Clark here tonight!
Bennett: Yessir, and she's looking like she's ready to take on the whole damn world right now!
Aiello: Folks, up next we're going to see William Manson take on Bosa in what is sure to be a collision! Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back!
Camera cuts to ...
The feed cuts backstage, where BRAWL General Manager Jim Connors is sitting in front of a MacBook with FaceTime open, a small frown on his face.
Jim Connors: Come on, pick up...
A few seconds later, the call is answered, and X-Division Champion Ace King’s face pops up on the General Manager’s screen.
Jim Connors: Ah, there you are. I was getting worried.
Ace King: Sorry about that, and sorry I couldn’t meet you in person. I had something personal to attend to.
Jim Connors: Right, that’s understandable. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you because I have a bit of news for you.
Ace King: What’s up?
Jim Connors: Well, first of all, congratulations on your win over Luke Wolfe on Friday night. That match will surely live on for ages.
Ace King: Thank you.
Jim Connors: You showed what it means to be part of the X-Division, which brings me to the reason I wanted to talk to you.
Ace King: Go on...
Jim Connors: Well, with your championship now being available to wrestlers from all four EWC brands, we didn’t want anybody to get lost in the shuffle. So, with that in mind, a former X-Division Champion has chosen to exercise their rematch clause.
The X-Division Champion raises an eyebrow, thinking he’s put 2 and 2 together.
Ace King: Jesus, he’s persistent, isn’t he? I know we put on the Match of the Night at StrangleMania, but I figured he’d want to keep his distance for a bit.
Connors offers an amused smile as Ace goes on. Once he finishes, Connors clears his throat.
Jim Connors: ...While that would also no doubt be a great match, I wasn’t talking about Xavier Reid.
Just then, the door to Connors’ office opens up; Ace appears a bit confused as Connors waves the person in. A few seconds later, Connors moves over so Stephanie Matsuda can pull up a chair next to him, yielding a small smile from the X-Division Champion and cheers from the Greensboro fans.
Stephanie Matsuda: Did you miss me? I'll get straight to the point - mamma misses her baby. I was hoping Xavier would've successfully retained, but alas it's Rampage's most prized star. Fine, I get a rematch, just with a different guy who beat me last year. I assume by the way you're smiling at me, you're down for another round?
The X-Division Champion listens intently, then offers a small nod in response.
Ace King: I think you know, and I certainly think I’ve proven in my career, that I’m happy to take on all comers, so name the time and place, and I’ll be there.
Stephanie Matsuda: April the 27th...
The War Queen leans forward in an almost seductively dangerous manner.
Stephanie Matsuda: 5. 5. 4. MNB area code.
Stephanie straightens herself out and gives a casual wave.
Stephanie Matsuda: Don't be late.
After an appreciative hand on the shoulder of Jim Connors, Matsuda takes her leave. As the door clicks shut behind Matsuda, Connors turns his attention back to Ace.
Jim Connors: Does that work for you?
The X-Division Champion offers a small smirk to the BRAWL General Manager.
Ace King: Of course. I’ll be there.
Jim Connors: Right, that sounds like a deal. Ace King will make his first defense of the X-Division Championship against former champion Stephanie Matsuda, under X-Division Rules (or whatever stip/match type you choose). Thanks for your time, Ace.
Following a nod from the X-Division Champion, Connors ends the meeting, then leans back in his chair with a small smile as we cut to commercial…
Callie is walking backstage as Brawl's interviewer, Bob Murray catches up with her with the EWC cameras.
Bob: Callie, you had your Brawl debut tonight against Isabella and it didn't go exactly as you hoped, as Isabella beat you. How are you feeling after the loss?
Callie closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, then opens her eyes and smiles to the camera.
Callie: Obviously I'm disappointed, I was really hoping to get my first win tonight, but Isabella brought the fight to me and she beat me. I have no shame in losing to her, she's a badass and she earned that win.
Bob nods before speaking up.
Bob: I understand, but now you need to readjust and regroup, how do you plan to do that so you can get a win in your next match?
Callie: That I'm not sure of, but I'll figure it out and I'll keep fighting. I dedicated tonight's match to a fan I met over the weekend named Addison, but I didn't set the best example for her did I? But I'll keep fighting and keep grinding, and next week is a new week, which will give me a new opportunity to get that first win. I'm no quitter, and I try to learn something from each loss I take, so I'll figure something out.
Callie nods and smiles, but the tone of her voice clearly shows she's very disappointed in herself.
Bob: Well I wish you luck with that and I appreciate you taking the time to talk to us Callie.
Callie: Thank you.
Callie slings her bat over her shoulder and walks off.
REBUILD AND RECLAIM!
[SINGLES MATCH]
William Manson
VS Bosa
VS Bosa
We return to ringside where we're moments away from the third match to begin.
Aiello: The Samoan Warrior will be here momentarily to do battle with William Manson, folks. What are your thoughts, Bennett?
Bennett: Well, for starters, both men bring a lot of intensity to the ring, but Manson might actually enjoy receiving the hurt as much as he likes dishing it out.
Carter: Wrestling is in Bosa's blood and he's not the type of man to back down from anyone. He's doing this for family, and I for one know what kind of impact that can have on a person's ability to see things through. This is going to be a brutal match-up and I'm sure the fans will love every minute of it.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from London, England, weighing in at 238-pounds... WILLIAM MANSON!
Pyros hit and Monster by Skillet begins to play, smoke begins to fill the stage and through the smoke a silhouette appears. Slowly Manson begins to walk through the smoke, his dead pan stare focused on the ring. He bears his teeth and claws his hands down his face. The then bursts down the entrance ramp, sliding into the ring teeth still beared and clenched this time towards the crowd. He stands as if nothing has happened and faces the curtain.
Stroup: And his opponent, from San Jose, California, weighing in at 230-pounds... THE SAMOAN WARRIOR... BOSA!
"Indestructible" by Disturbed begins to play! The crowd completely erupts as Bosa emerges from the backstage area! Stopping on the stage area, he glares at the ring a moment, adjusting his gloves and pads. He looks determined, his eyes remaining on the ring as the camera pans around him. As his theme song continues on, Bosa walks down the ramp and towards the ring, reaching out to slap the hands of the fans along the way. Once at ringside, Bosa then raises both fists slowly as a fireworks display erupts behind him, sending the fans into a frenzy! With the fans still cheering and chanting his name, Bosa lowers his fists and ascends the metal stairs. Stepping through the ropes, he circles the ring once as he nods his head in respect to the fans! The fans continue to cheer him on as Bosa comes to a stop in the middle of the ring.
Aiello: Hold on to your seats, everyone! The match is about to get underway!
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Bosa charges Manson, nearly taking his head off with a Running Kick. Manson is quick to get back up and Bosa kicks him in the stomach and plants him with a DDT. Again Manson gets back up. The two men start to trade blows back and forth, but Manson ducks beneath Bosa's swing and punches him in the gut. He follows up with a Northern Lights Suplex. In position for a pin, the referee drops down to make the count, but Bosa quickly kicks out. Both men climb back to their feet and continue to duke it out. Manson misses a right hand and Bosa wraps his arms around his midsection from behind. German Suplex from The Samoan Warrior! Bosa pounces on top of Manson and chips away at him with Mounted Punches. For good measure, Bosa stomps on Manson as he gets back up off him. Bosa positions himself in the corner and orders Manson back on his feet. Could he be going for the Samoan Pain Train already? The fans certainly seem to think so, and they're encouraging him to do it!
Aiello: We could be nearing the end of this contest sooner than we imagined. If Bosa hits the S.P.T. it's lights out for Manson!
Bennett: I highly doubt it'll end like that. Manson just wants Bosa to think he's got the upperhand.
Carter: I don't know about that, Bennett. We've all seen matches end quick.
Manson, on his feet now, sees what Bosa had in mind, and he gets a knee up. Bosa goes tumbling over said knee and crashes to the mat. Manson runs to and bounces off the ropes, leaps up and lands a Leg Drop across Bosa's neck. Bosa a little slow to get back up, clenching at his next and trying to suck in a few breaths. He takes a swing at Manson and connects. He swings again. Connects. Another one. And another one! Manson is simply refusing to be knocked back. Bosa swings yet again, but Manson uses his momentum against him and throws Bosa down to the mat with a Hip Toss. He follows up with a Knee Drop, and then an Elbow Drop, and then another Leg Drop. Manson covers Bosa for a two-count.
Aiello: Manson now in control, but Bosa managed to get a shoulder up.
Bennett: It's all downhill for Bosa from here.
Carter: You might be in for a surprise, Bennett.
Three times we see Bosa rise up, and three times he goes back down with a series of Clotheslines from William Manson. After returning to his feet a fourth time, Manson delivers a brutal Belly-to-Belly Suplex that seems to have done the trick in keeping Bosa down, if only slightly longer this time. Manson looks to go for another Knee Drop, but Bosa rolls out of the way and Manson's knee connects with the mat. Bosa's getting fired up again! Back and forth they go, a whirlwind of punches until Manson, at long last, finally starts to teeter, but Bosa refuses to let up. Punch after punch after punch and Manson's rendered defenseless. He can no longer block any of Bosa's punches, he's so dazed. Bosa runs off the ropes and charges Manson. Hip Toss from Manson, but Bosa shoots back up with incredible ferocity! Bosa whips Manson into the corner. Manson stumbles out. Spinning Spinebuster from Bosa on Manson! In the blink of an eye, The Samoan Warrior is back on top of Manson with more Mounted Punches. He's got fury in his eyes, folks!
Aiello: Bosa's entered into Beastmode! He's pummeling William Manson!
Bennett: Manson might actually be enjoying it. He's a glutton for punishment, so really--who's winning here?
Carter: I'd like to think Manson would rather be the one dishing out the pain, Bennett, but you may be right.
Bennett: I'm always right, you sonofabitch.
Bosa continues on the offensive, and after nailing Manson with a Neckbreaker, he delivers a Death Valley Driver. Now it looks like he might be trying to lock in a Sharpshooter, but somehow William Manson manages to kick him off. Manson uses the ropes to pull himself up and gets met with a thunderous Belly-to-Belly Suplex from Bosa! Bosa kicks Manson repeatedly, ordering him to stay down. He gets to the corner, stomping his feet down on the mat, getting amped up. He could be going for the S.P.T. Manson again climbs to his feet, and just as Bosa's set to spear him to the mat, Manson sidesteps, but wait! Bosa's come prepared! He spins around with incredible speed and agility. He kicks Manson in the midsection and... Powerbomb from Bosa!
Aiello: The end is near, I know it! Somehow Bosa knew it wasn't time for the S.P.T., and he just planted Manson with that Powerbomb! Emphasis on Power!
Bennett: We could be about to see another one--what he calls the Bay Area Bomb.
Carter: Or maybe he'll finally hit the Samoan Pain Train and surely it'll be over for Manson.
Bennett: If Manson doesn't still have a trick up his sleeve, then maybe.
Bosa's feeling confident this could be it, as Manson is slow to get back up to his feet and facing the wrong way as he does. Manson turns around to face Bosa...WHO CONNECTS WITH A HUGE SPEAR! SAMOAN PAIN TRAIN! The crowd counts along with the ref after Bosa makes the cover: 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... BOSA!
The ref raises the arm of Bosa in victory as we cut back to commentary
Aiello: Bosa picks up a big win over William Manson tonight!
Bennett: And it may be that he's about to bounce back after a hard couple months. Will he be able to keep this momentum rolling, though?
Aiello: Well folks, we were supposed to see Gabrille Visconty take on Darius tonight, but after what went down earlier tonight we've just received word that Jim Connors has called the match off! So then, in just a moment we'll be seeing--
Camera cuts to ...
The feed drops to the back as Gabrielle Visconty bursts out of medical with a nurse hot on her heels. Gabrielle has bandages wrapped around her head as she tries to shrug the nurse off of her, offering her a feral snarl.
Gabi: Back off bitch, I don't have time for your shit. I have a fucking moron to kill!
Nurse: Gabrielle you need stitches to close the wounds on your head!
Gabi: Get the fuck offa me!
Gabi shoves the nurse away and storms off down the hallway, pushing her way past staff and reporters. She grabs a fire extinguisher off the wall as she goes.
Bennett: Looks like Gabi isn't very happy about the match being canceled? You think the beating with the bat had anything to do with it?
Carter: Great powers of observation there, Bennett.
Aiello: Connors isn't going to like this at all.
Gabi rounds the corner to see Darius arguing with some of the EWC officials and security. She snarls and breaks into a dead run at them. The security team moves to stop Gabi but she sprays them with the fire extinguisher and slips past in the confusion. The EWC officials scatter as Darius grins sadistically at Gabi as she closes in. Gabi throws the fire extinguisher at Darius' head, which he easily dodges, but misses Gabi going into a baseball slide and planting her foot right into the family jewels. Darius doubles over in pain as Gabi hops to her feet quickly and moves to ax kick Darius but he steps back enough to avoid most of the blow. He grabs Gabi by the throat and chock slams her into a catering table, sending celery and carrots flying in all directions.
Bennett: Oh Gawd! Not the rabbit food. HAHAHAA!
Carter: Yeah... that is never a crowd pleaser there. Connors needs to spring for a charcuterie platter or something.
Aiello: I kind of liked the veggie platter.
Bennett: That explains a lot.
Gabi gets to her feet in time for Darius to land a step up knee attack. Gabi staggers back as the EWC staff rush in to try to break it up. Darius shoves a staff member out of his way and picks up a chair and the rest of the EWC staff scatter. He cocks back and takes a swing at Gabi but she ducks out of the way. She kicks Darius in the inside of his leg, buckling him and dropping him to a knee. Gabi spin kicks for Darius' face but he manages to block most of it with the chair. Gabi backs up and goes for the same spin kick again and Darius raises the chair to block again, only this time Gabi stops short and then thrust kicks the chair right into Darius' face. Gabi then dashes to the side and springboards off the wall with a knee attack that levels Darius. She stomps on Darius' hand then kicks the chair away from him.
Carter: Gabi showing off her agility.
Aiello: Smart move in getting the chair away from Darius.
Bennett: She's put up a little more fight than I expected, but if she thinks Darius is down and out she's made a grave mistake.
Aiello: Here comes security to try to break it up.
Security comes in and tries to calm the situation down. Gabi shoots them a snarl and looks back down at Darius right as he sweeps her legs out from under her. Gabi flops on the concrete and security charges in as Darius rolls up on top of Gabi and starts unloading elbows to her head. Security grab Darius and start to pull him away allowing Gabi up kick Darius in the stomach. She rolls back away from them and pops back up to her feet. Darius shakes the security off him and charges in and spears Gabi into a vending machine, shattering the glass face of the machine.
Carter: This is starting to get way out of hand.
Aiello: Security can't seem to break this up.
Bennett: It's beautiful. That sombitch vending machine robbed me of $.75 before the show.
Gabi grabs a shard of glass and stabs Darius in the shoulder. He growls and pulls back away, yanking the glass shard out of his shoulder and tossing it away. Gabi rolls to her feet and smirks at Darius, motioning him to bring it on. Darius steps in the fires off a powerful right that Gabi easily avoids. She punches Darius in the sternum and hops away nimbly. Darius grabs the edge of the vending machine and topples it over on Gabi. Gabi avoids most of it but it allows Darius to close in the connect with a elbow smash that lays Gabi out on the floor. Darius yanks Gabi to her feet and tosses her at the exit doors. The doors of the arena burst open as Gabi stumbles out and falls down. Darius stalks her out and yanks her to her feet by her hair, yanking the bandages off her head. He punches her a few times in the head, opening the wounds from the bat shots earlier in the show. Gabi screams in pain and then grabs Darius' head and drops into a sit out one knee jawbreaker. Darius flops on the ground as he clutches his jaw. Gabi slowly gets to her feet, wiping the blood from her face and spitting at Darius.
Gabi: Fuck you, ya piece of shit!
She runs over and stomps him on the head and executes a standing front flip guillotine leg drop. She pulls Darius to his feet and Darius charges in and and lifts Gabi up on his shoulder and dives into the side of a dumpster, slamming Gabi into it. Darius rolls away as Gabi clutches her lower back as she struggles to stand. Darius slowly gets to his feet, brushing the hair out of his face, and laughs at Gabi. He picks up a trash can and slams it down on her as she is trying to get to her feet. He slams it down on her a couple more times before tossing the mangled trash can away. He yanks her up to her feet and goes to slam her into the dumpster. Gabi floats over and shoves Darius face first into the dumpster, busting his forehead wide open! Gabi staggers back from Darius and laughs. Darius tries to get back to his feet as Gabi charges in with a running knee attack that Darius ducks. Gabi drives her knee into the dumpster and howls in agony. Darius wipes the blood from his face as he stands up. He scoops Gabi up and body slams her on top of the dumpster. Darius climbs up on the dumpster and yanks Gabi into a DDT, driving them both through the top of the dumpster.
Aiello: Holy shit! Both Gabi and Darius went through the top of the dumpster!
Carter: Someone needs to stop this before one of them is seriously injured!
Bennett: Here comes the police!
Aiello: It's about time!!
Darius grabs the side of the dumpster and starts to climb his way out. Gabi jumps on his back and locks in a sleeper hold as he tries to shrug her off. Darius starts to look like he is succumbing to the sleeper before he flops back and slams Gabi against the side of the dumpster, breaking the hold. The police grab Darius and drag him out of the dumpster as he tries to catch his breath. Darius fights back as they drag him to the ground and try to restrain him. In the commotion Gabi climbs up on the side of the dumpster and comes off with a 720 corkscrew shooting star press, Darius pulls a police officer over him to take most of the blow.
Carter: Jesus! Gabi with the Falling off the top of the dumpster and onto Darius and an unwilling police officer!!
Bennett: That was awesome! Them cops are going to be pissed! Taser her, bro!!!
Aiello: I am sure there will be fines handed out for this as well as an arrest or two. This is crazy!
Bennett: These two really hate each other!
Darius shoves the police officer off of him and starts punching at Gabi as the rest of the police force swarm in. Gabi slips the group and evades back a few feet, that gives Darius a moment to shrug the police officers off him. Darius storms after Gabi, dragging one of the police officers on his back. As Darius struggles to get police officer off his back Gabi charges in and blasts Darius in the gut with a diving elbow. Darius doubles over as Gabi hops back a few feet and then charges in with a spear. Darius sees it coming and catches Gabi and power bombs her on the hood of a parked car. The car alarm sounds off as the police do they do their best to pull the two apart.
Aiello: That's my car!!!
Bennett: It now has a customized back imprint of Gabi Vee... It could be a collectors item.
Carter: I think that is parked in the handicaped parking... You don't look handicapped, Joe.
Bennett: That's a matter of opinion, Max.
One of the officers finally pulls out her taser and shoots Darius in the back. Darius goes down in a heap as Gabi rolls off the hood of the car. She stands up as the police move in and she holds her hands up in surrender. The officers officers seem to calm down a bit before Gabi suddenly smirks looking down at Darius.
Gabi: Awwww... totally worth it!
Gabi stomps on Darius' head and immediately gets tasered. They drag them apart and cuff them before being loaded into separate police cars.
Carter: Wow! Gabi got herself tased but got in the last shot.
Bennett: That was a cheap shot... I loved it!
Aiello: God, I hope my insurance covers that.
Carter: This was absolute pandemonium! Has anyone seen if Connors is aware of what just went down?
Bennett: That was good shit! Who'd have thought Gabi Vee would put up such a good fight against a sombitch like Darius? I can't wait to see what match Connors sets up to follow this up?! These two are going to kill each other for sure!
Aiello: Match? Those two are going to jail for sure! They've assaulted EWC staff, security as well as the police... Not to mention damaging my car!
Carter: Yeah, those two may have pushed it a little too far...
Aiello: A little?
After the chaos we have witnessed, we move to a commercial break.
The camera cuts backstage inside The Greensboro Coliseum and inside the locker room of Xavier Reid, who is sitting on a stool with his hands outstretched as his uncle Sr. Espejo tapes his hands up for his fight tonight.
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Remember what this man did to you, what he took from you, a guy like this thinks he can walk in here, being nobody and just do whatever the hell he wants and there isn’t going to be consequences? No Xavier, you need to go out there and show him that you are the consequences for his actions, for his disrespect he’s had towards you and Brawl...you need to make him pay Xavier…
Reid: I know this uncle…
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Remember how brutal you used to be to anyone you thought wronged you...not here in the EWC but against people like Mike King, AC...you’re father…
Reid: I didn’t just want to beat them…
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): No you wanted to destroy them, to take the very thing they loved, that makes them special and take it from them...the way he TOOK your X-Division Championship…
Reid: I’ll take his pride from him…
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Chuck Gacy wants the world to think he’s a tough guy, look at him, listen to the way he talks to you, Ace, Connors and the rest of the EWC, if you close your eyes and ignore his in ring performance you’d think he’s a monster...a man that ENDS careers but that’s not the reality of Chuck Gacy…
Reid: He talks a big game but his results don’t back it up…
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): The guy is a joke, he’s only a bad ass when jumping people from behind or after they have matches, the ONE time he faced you like a man, face to face...you choked him out, you sent him to dream land, YOU BEAT HIM...
Reid: But it didn’t end this...
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): That’s because we are dealing with an idiot that doesn’t live in reality Xavier, just beating Chuck Gacy in a match isn’t going to cut it...you need to BEAT him, to hurt him...to leave him a bloody mess on the floor. That’s the only way he will understand what happens when he ‘steps to you’...that’s how things are done in Chuck Gacy’s world so tonight, I want you to do just that. I want you to step into Chuck Gacy’s world and beat him, to hurt him, to end him at his own game…
Sr. rips the tape and smooths it out on Xavier’s hand before moving to the next hand
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): This man must pay Xavier, he thinks you can take from you, to talk to you in a manner of such disrespect and there will be no ramifications...he thinks that little of you Xavier...he thinks you’re a punk…
Reid: Clearly…
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): He thinks someone like you couldn’t make it in his world, he didn’t take you seriously when he faced you last time, he thought he’d roll right through you and take over the division and that didn’t happen...yet if you listen to him he acts like that night in LA didn’t happen and why...because he can’t believe you beat him, that doesn’t happen in his world so he continues to lash out, trying anything and everything to get his rematch...he was calling you and Ace out like he should be in that match...why, what has he done other than steal a championship...he didn’t earn that belt yet walked around here like a clown acting like he was a champion, where was he at StrangleMania, ringing a little bell like a Salvation Army attendant, watching from ringside...the EWC didn’t even put him in a match, that’s how little they thought of him, they didn’t want to waste the air time on him…
Sr. quickly wraps the hand
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): So go out there tonight and show him why, show him he doesn’t belong in that ring or in a fight with you Xavier, beat that man within a inch of his life and show him what happens when he sticks his ugly mug in your business. Make him pay for taking from you, for making him think that HE’S in your league Xavier...this man has done NOTHING here in the EWC, the only reason he is even staying relevant is because he keeps name dropping you so go out there and break his jaw and make it unable for him to even speak your name...END THIS by ending him…
Sr. rips the tape and smooths it over Xavier’s hand
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Go out there and BEAT Chuck Gacy so we can move on from this little man, so we can get back into turning 2020 around...BEAT him and remind yourself that you are not a doormat around here...BEAT him and remind people that Xavier Reid is a force here on Brawl…
Sr. smiles and smacks both hands
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Go get him kid, make me proud…
Xavier nods and stands up, he walks out of the room and as the door closes behind him Sr. reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone
Sr. Espejo (in a terrible Mexican accent): Hello, my window is open, I’m in Xavier’s locker room, he’s heading out for his match so you need to come here now...I don’t care what you are doing, get in here...we don’t have long…
Sr. ends the call and shoves the phone back into his pocket and waits as we cut to...
A VIOLENT AIRING OF GRIEVANCES
[SINGLES MATCH, X-DIVISION RULES]
Chuck Gacy
VS Xavier Reid
VS Xavier Reid
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by!
Aiello: Well folks, we might not have gotten to see an X-Division match between Gabi Vee and Darius but we saw what they're both capable of! That's not the only rivalry reaching a fever pitch tonight, though...Xavier Reid has a score to settle with Chuck Gacy, after the X-Division Championship was destroyed a few weeks ago!
Bennett: Reid might not be champ anymore, but that's only pissed Reid off MORE as he gets ready to get his revenge!
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is being contested under X-Division Rules! Joining us first, from the 718, weighing in at 234 pounds ... CHUCK GACY!
'Bring Da Ruckus' blares throughout the arena as Chuck Gacy makes his way onto the stage, the hastily-reassembled X-Division Championship in his hands as he brags over his 'achievement'...only for Xavier Reid to come running out behind him, nailing him with a forearm to the back of the head!
Aiello: Looks like Reid is ready and rarin' to go, folks!
DING DING DING
Reid sends Gacy headfirst into the ring apron, forcing the man from Brooklyn to drop the title to the ground as he turns to get into things with the former champ. The two are absolutely tearing into each other with lefts and rights, before Gacy sends Reid crashing into the steel steps! Gacy checks under the ring, grabbing a kendo stick with a sick smile on his face as he points it at Reid, yelling obscenities. Gacy takes a swing at Reid, who dodges just in time for the kendo stick to hit the steps with a nasty clang. Reid gives Gacy a hard kick to the sternum for his trouble, and Gacy doubles over in pain as Reid snatches the kendo stick from him. Reid takes a swing of the stick, connecting with a hard shot to the back that sends Gacy down. Reid isn't finished though, as he swings the kendo stick repeatedly, the sick thud of it against the flesh ringing throughout the arena!
Aiello: What absolute pain is Reid dishing out right now?
Bennett: The kind of pain that can only come from a man seeking vengeance!
The final shot of the kendo stick breaks it in half, and Reid tosses it aside before sending Gacy into the ring. Rather than following him in, Reid picks up the top half of the steel steps and tosses it into the ring instead! Reid checks under the ring for yet another weapon, finding a steel chair that he brings with him into the ring...only for Gacy to cut him off at the pass with a Lou Thesz press! Gacy starts wailing on Reid with some hard lefts and rights, before getting back to his feet to grab the chair. Reid back on his feet now, but Gacy swings the chair right against his skull with a sickening thud! Reid is down, and he's busted open!
Aiello: Oh lord, this is starting to get a bit much!
Bennett: All's fair in this war, Joe!
Gacy tosses the chair aside, eyeing the steel steps with another sick smile on his face as he picks Reid up, bringing the former champ over to the steps. He sets Reid up, looking to hit that sitout piledriver he calls the Comato--NO! REID WITH A BACK BODY DROP THAT SENDS GACY HARD ONTO THE CANVAS! Reid's the one with a smile on his bloodied face now, as he grabs the nearby chair and slams it onto the back of Gacy before tossing it aside. He picks Gacy up by the arms, stomping away and yelling obscenities along the way! Fuck You Stomp! Reid finally lets go, rolling out of the ring to look for...something.
Aiello: What is Reid looking for now? He's clearly not done with Gacy just y--oh no, he's got the title!
Bennett: Vengeance is mine, says Xavier Reid!
Carter: You don't think he's gonna...
The look on Reid's face suggests that's exactly what he's got in mind as he gets back into the ring, the reassembled title in his hands now! Reid yells at Gacy, shouting abuse over what he's done to the former champ before charging at Gacy...SHOTS FIRED! GACY TOOK REID BY SURPRISE WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! Reid looks like he's down and out as Gacy grabs the title, raising it over his head to a chorus of boos from the crowd...but Reid is getting back to his feet! He's not ready to give up, and Gacy charges at him to put him down for good...X-PLODER! Reid with a nasty Rainham Maker on Gacy, and he's not done yet! X-ODUS! Brainbuster right onto the top turnbuckle puts Gacy out onto the canvas once more, as Reid goes for the cover! 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... XAVIER REID!
Reid is struggling to stand as the ref raises his arm in victory. Gacy is finally coming to, grabbing the title before making his exit out of the ring and flipping Reid off as he retreats up the ramp.
Aiello: Wow, what a grueling bout this was! Xavier Reid has managed to get a measure of revenge on Chuck Gacy tonight, but judging by what just happened I have a feeling this is far from over.
Bennett: Reid got his pound of flesh from Gacy tonight, but is Reid truly done with the X-Division as he's claimed?
Carter: You gotta believe Gacy's gonna keep badgering him until he can get his way again. There's no way Gacy's gonna let this slide, especially if he wants to get into the X-Division title picture.
Aiello: That's especially true with Ace King defending the title at the next Brawl against Stephanie Matsuda, and the recent news of the X-Division expanding across all four brands! Folks, up next is a showcase of the EWC's tag division as the War Mongers take on Damage Inc. and Lunch Time!
Camera cuts to ...
We cut backstage inside the office of the Brawl GM, a concerned look on his face after everything that's happened so far tonight. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door before a stagehand walks in.
Stagehand: Sir, you asked me to let you know if anyone out of the ordinary arrived in the arena tonight?
Connors lets out a heavy sigh as he nods.
Connors: Great, MORE bad news.
Stagehand: Not quite, sir. I was told by his...associate...to let you know the champion has arrived and has a message for the entire EWC tonight.
Connors ponders which champion this could be, his eyes widening when he realizes just who it is. He rushes out the door, leaving behind the stagehand as we go to commercial...
The camera cuts to a small section of dirt, away from the action taking place in Greensboro, North Carolina. It soon zooms out, revealing a large pit suitable for battle between a pair of blood thirsty gladiators. Hanging in the background is a large screen, the kind one would find within the walls of a movie theatre. The current Brawl show is being projected onto the large canvas.
After revealing more of the gladiator pit, the camera stops on a modified golden chariot, where the EWC Tag team champions are nestled inside. With their feet resting on the front of the chariot and their bodies leaning back, Melody Malone and Iggy Swango look to be quite relaxed.
With Iggy Swango occupied by a handful of Sour Patch Kids, the other half of The Even Foxier Ladies of Dream Sound Revolution turns toward the camera.
Melody Malone: Don’t mind us, we are just taking in the show tonight from a safe distance. Jim Connors asked us not to be in attendance tonight after those super serious remarks from Mike McGuire.
Iggy Swango: Yup. Since Mike made it very clear it wasn't hyperbole or an attempt at being cute, Connors took those threats against us very seriously, and asked us not to make the trip out to Greensboro. So here we are, having a lovely viewing party at the Pleasure Palace.
Melody Malone: Which is fine by us, because this place has everything we need. But to be freakin' crystal, if NSFW wants to show up here to start problems, they should know they are in for more than a fight. After all, we are the tag team champions and we would do anything to defend our honor. Also, Iggy has a sword.
Iggy Swango: It's true.
Camera cuts to Iggy, who is raising the before mentioned sword and smiling.
Iggy Swango: Anyway, with Brawl 555 right around the corner, my lovely partner and I decided it was important to keep an eye on the tag division. This interbrand insanity match is quite interesting, isn’t it Melody?
Melody Malone: It sure is Iggy. We got those loveable hungry boys in Lunch Time taking on Damage Inc. and uhm.. The War Mongers? Iggy, I am going to be honest here, I am not sure this team actually exists.
Both Ladies look at each other before shrugging.
Iggy Swango: Either way, it should be a fun match.
The camera begins to pull away, before Melody Malone motions to stop.
Melody Malone: While we have the world’s attention, I would like to take the time to show my appreciation to my tag partner. Iggy, I have something special for you.
Iggy looks shocked, and puts her hand over her heart to show how overcome with emotion she is. Melody hands her a wrapped gift.
Iggy Swango: Mel, you aren’t going to believe this, but I have something special for you too!
Iggy reaches behind her and pulls out a wrapped gift and hands it over to her partner, who is equally thrilled to receive it.
Melody Malone: Ok, we will count to three and open them up at the same time. Agreed? Ok, ready?
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Both of the Foxy Ladies unwrap their gift in record time, revealing matching purple track jackets. Embroidered on the front are the words, “Gutter Sluts”. Wasting no time, the tag team champions put on their matching jackets before returning to their viewing party. As the scene fades out, Iggy faces away from Melody and attempts to open a fresh pack of sour patch kids using her sword. Melody looks over at the camera and winks as we cut to...
INTERBRAND INSANITY: WHOOMP, THERE IT IS!
[TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM MATCH]
War Mongers
VS Damage Inc.
VS Lunch Time
VS Damage Inc.
VS Lunch Time
We return to ringside where the commentary team is standing by!
Aiello: Up next we have a match with huge implications, as three up and coming tag teams rise to the occasion!
Bennett: We're just a month away from the Tag Team Championship being defended in a one-night tournament, and the champs have made it known they're keeping an eye on the rest of the division!
Carter: With that in mind, let's see who will stand out amongst the pack as the War Mongers of Stephanie Matsuda and Samantha Hamilton take on Damage Inc. and Lunch Time!
Stroup: The following match is a triple threat tag team match! Joining us first, representing the WAR MONGERS... STEPHANIE MATSUDA and SAMANTHA HAMILTON!
"You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies plays as Matsuda and Hamilton step out onto the stage to a decent pop from the crowd, a confident look on both their faces as they approach the ring. The crowd is thrilled for this team as they enter the ring, hyping themselves up before warming up for the match.
Stroup: And their opponents, representing the F.E.U.D., at a combined weight of 725 pounds ... MALICE and MAYHEM, DAMAGE INC.!
"For Whom The Bell Tolls" plays throughout the arena as Damage Inc. step out onto the stage, accompanied by Sinestro Sinister and Lacey Savage as they approach the ring. Malice and Mayhem enter the ring, staring down the War Mongers as Savage gives them instructions from ringside.
Stroup: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 642 pounds ... MEAT and TATERS, LUNCH TIME!
"Everybody Wants Some" begins blaring throughout the arena and Meat and Tater come out from behind the curtain. Both big men have chefs hats on top of their heads as Meat wields a turkey leg in his right hand. Tater, with a wicker basket under his arm, gets the crowd pumped up as Meat takes a large bite out of the turkey leg. Tater begins tossing bread rolls out into the crowd from the basket as they casually stroll to the ring...WHERE THEY GET ATTACKED BY DAMAGE INC.!
Aiello: Looks like Malice and Mayhem are in no mood for jokes tonight, folks!
DING DING DING
The ref is struggling to maintain order as the War Mongers join in on the brawl, all six competitors duking it out at ringside! Eventually, order is restored as Meat, Malice, and Matsuda make their way back into the ring to get the match officially underway! Malice focuses his attention on Meat first and foremost, looking to take out the big man with a hard clothesline that sends him into the corner...but Matsuda catches Malice from behind with a running bulldog, driving him face first into the canvas! Tag to Hamilton, who continues the attack with some solid kicks until Meat connects with a running shoulder tackle! With the Titaness down, Meat focuses on the man that came after him at the start, stomping at Malice before hitting an impressive leg drop! Cover by Meat: 1...Mayhem stomps the head of Meat, stopping the pin attempt in the process!
Aiello: Close call there, Meat nearly picking up the win for Lunch Time!
Bennett: No thank you, I'd much rather see a Brawl team pick up a victory tonight!
Carter: Steve, you do realize Samantha Hamilton is part of Rampage right?
Bennett: Did I stutter!?
Frustrated, Meat charges at Mayhem...who lands a hard elbow to the skull! Meat is sent reeling back, but thankfully for him Taters is there with a blind tag to get into the match as Mayhem steps out onto the apron again. Malice is back on his feet, as is Hamilton, and the two Rampage stars go at it with a flurry of offense until Taters takes BOTH of them down! Focusing on the bigger threat at the moment, Taters stomps away at Malice before picking him up, sending him into the corner. Taters charges, looking for an avalanche splash...but Malice ducks out of the way at the last second, leaving Taters to crash into the turnbuckle! Tag to Mayhem now, and Damage Inc is in full control as they double-team Taters with some hard offense before hitting a nasty double clothesline! Mayhem keeps things going with some stomps on Taters, but Hamilton catches him with a superkick to the face! With Taters still down, Hamilton quickly goes for a cover...but now it's Meat saving the match by breaking the pin!
Aiello: And now it's the War Mongers coming close to a victory!
Bennett: Yeah, let's go Mongers!
Carter: Steve...
Bennett: Settle down, Max!
Meat quickly gets back to the apron, looking for the tag from Taters who is slow to get back to his feet. Mayhem on the other hand is already back up, going after Hamilton with some hard lefts and rights before she makes the tag to Matsuda, who comes in like a bat out of hell with a flurry of strikes on Malice! Meanwhile, Taters turns around to see his buddy Meat waiting for the tag as Malice runs in looking to stop him...BUT TATERS DODGES HIM! HOT TAG TO MEAT! Meat lays Malice out with a hard right hand before focusing on Matsuda and Mayhem! Big suplex on Mayhem by Meat, who sends Matsuda reeling with a right hand as well! Meat turns his attention back to Mayhem...WHO CATCHES MEAT WITH A PILEDRIVER! Cover by Mayhem! 1...2...HAMILTON BREAKS THE PIN!
Aiello: There was no way the Titaness was gonna watch the match end like that, so she took control of the situation!
Bennett: All three teams really proving their worth here tonight! Hell yeah!
It's once again bedlam with all six competitors duking it out in the ring at once, until Malice sends Taters and Hamilton out of the ring with a double clothesline! This leaves us with Meat, Mayhem, and Matsuda to battle it out within the squared circle to make a statement within the tag division! Mayhem strikes first, laying into Matsuda with some hard strikes that sends the War Queen into the corner. Mayhem gets stopped by Meat as the two trade blows before Meat sends Mayhem to the ropes, hitting a spinebuster on the rebound! Mayhem rolls out the ring by instinct as Meat focuses his attention on Matsuda...BLASIAN MIST! With this being a triple threat match there's no DQ as the mist hits Meat square in the face, falling down to the canvas as Matsuda climbs the turnbuckle! CLOUD 9! Matsuda with a corkscrew shooting star press off the top, and the cover! 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winners, via pinfall... STEPHANIE MATSUDA and SAMANTHA HAMILTON, the WAR MONGERS!
Hamilton slides into the ring as the ref raises both their arms in victory, Meat trying to wipe the mist out of his eyes as we cut back to commentary.
Aiello: What a match, folks! Some hard hitting action from all three teams, but the War Mongers have come out on top!
Bennett: And you'd better believe the champs are keeping a close eye on them, as we head toward Brawl 555 and the tag title tournament!
Aiello: Folks, we are just moments away from our main event as Clay Byrd takes on Mike Strong and Jeb Jackson in a non-title triple threat match! Don't go away!
Camera cuts to ...
The same dark room. The same simple setting. Mike McGuire was looking into the camera coldly, this time forgoing the cigar for a toothpick, the slender piece of wood changing position to the left of their mouth to the right, then back again.
McGUIRE: So you people have got to have heard by now. You’re reaching out to another. Making alliances. The tag division is starting to generate a little buzz. And why wouldn’t it? There’s a tournament coming up in May. No time like the present to start getting your ducks in a row, yeah?
A long silence. One could practically hear the toothpick cracking slightly as Mike chewed on it.
McGUIRE: I can see the allure. One night to climb to the top, reach for the prize, and take it. No long treks to the promised land required. Nope. If you can hang in there and keep your fuckin’ head down, keep pounding, championship gold and all the cash and prestige that goes with it could be yours! In other words…
They leaned forward, gaze hardening even further.
McGUIRE: ...easy. All you need to do is slap together a team with some guy you maybe met in the cafeteria once and you have a shot just like anyone else, without even having to earn it! Isn’t that just fucking great?
They laughed humorlessly and sat back, arms folded. One thumb ran over an angry-looking mark on the back of their left hand.
McGUIRE: You can think that. I know how it looks on paper. But you’re forgetting that NSFW eats up and shits out slapdash teams. We eat up and shit out most teams, frankly. And I am all for a one night all you can eat meal. I will gladly tear through every last so-called team if it means getting my hands on Sondra and Emily. Even if I have to do it myse--
Suddenly, there was a creak. A ray of light fell into the dark room, a large shadow in front of it. Mike’s gaze moved past the camera, and perhaps in spite of themselves, their cold expression broke into a smile. They moved their chair to the side, leaving room at the table for one more.
CHURCH: But you won’t.
They beamed. Perhaps it didn’t fit the mood Mike was setting but at the moment, they didn’t give a damn.
CHURCH: America’s Most Hated think that one night where their natural chemistry outshone the fact that they are prolonging their own demise will help them here. Unfortunately for them, this tournament is contractually obligated so Melody Malone will have to find her dumb fuck of a partner and try to outlast an entire field that would like nothing better to see them out of this company for good.
He shook his head.
CHURCH: I know, I know, that’s what makes you all America’s Most Hated. But this isn’t a pay-per-view so don’t count on a guy who would rather phone it in on Prime to appear on free TV to back your play. I doubt he’s even watching this but if he is…
McGUIRE: Get fucked.
CHURCH: Anyway, I have an idea who might show up. Damage Inc, about the only team here who understands, but still losers for life. The War Mongers or Blue Phoenix … depends on who Matsuda wants to be disappointed by that night. The Shieldmaidens will be there to provide comedic value through the futility of their efforts. The morons from Daly City, I bet. And I’m sure there will be a bevy of new teams that have stars in their eyes because otherwise they’d be rotting in the undercard. But that special night, they’re lucky due to our esteemed management pretending they give a shit about this division for once.
McGUIRE: Maybe the weird redneck cult’ll show up too, who knows. But it doesn’t really matter, does it? Because you all can consider this an official declaration. We’re in. And this time, we won’t be fucking stopped.
Removing the toothpick from their mouth, Mike flung it at the camera, cutting the picture off.
We move to a commercial break.
We open up to ringside and see that a lectern has been set up in the ring with the Seal of The President Of The United States emblazoned on the front.
DUM DUM DEE DUM DUM-DEE-DUM-DEE-DUM-DEE-DUM
The crowd immediately begin to boo as "Hail To The Chief" blasts out and the injured Créme de la Créme is wheeled out onto the stage by a man dressed in the ceremonial uniform of a US Marine. She raises her microphone with a grin on her face.
Créme de la Créme: Ladies, gentleman, and all other gender identities... please be upstanding for your Commander-In-Chief, the Baddest Bitch On The Planet, the EWC United States AND the EWC Undisputed Champion... the 46th President of The United States... 'The S-Factor' SCORPIO!
"Iconic" by Madonna hits the speakers as a red carpet is rolled down the ramp and Scorpio struts out from the back in a chic Chanel pantsuit. He raises both championship belts above his head with a grin on his face, and the Brawl crowd boo him as loudly as they possibly can. The S-Factor struts down the ramp and the US Marine opens the ropes for him to climb into the ring. He takes his place behind the lectern and the music fades out, replaced entirely by boos.
Scorpio: My fellow Americans...
Obviously the boos just get louder.
Scorpio: I feel the time is right for a State of The EWC Address. My first back in February was as your President and United States Champion; now I stand before you both those things and more. Now, Monday Night Brawl, I stand before you the Undisputed Champion!
He raises the title into the air with glee and the boos reign down even more.
Scorpio: Not just your Undisputed Champion in fact, but a champion who successfully defended this title against Cyrus Black a matter of days ago. Where Melody Malone took over 100 days to defend her championship I took less than two weeks; I am a champion this company can at last be proud of. I am truly Undisputed. Now... the state of the EWC... you see for too long the same-old faces, the people this company has promoted as its poster-children, have dominated the title scene--
Suddenly, in the middle of the speech, Scorpio’s microphone cuts off. For a few moment Scorpio continues talking before he realises nobody can hear him, and the crowd goes WILD with cheers. He leans into the mic and taps at it, before he turns to Créme at ringside and screams for her to find out what's happening.
Aiello: What in the world?!
Bennett: I dunno about you guys, but this is weird. Didn’t this same crap happen at Stranglemania during Iggy and Phoenix’s match?
Carter: Kinda, but that involved the lights, not the microphones.
As if on cue, the lights do indeed go out. More cheers sound out from the Brawl crowd as Scorpio can be heard screaming for people to sort it out. We actually manage to pick out "don't they know who I am?!" even without working microphones, which is quite impressive to be fair.
Bennett: Oh, what in the literal hell is this shit?!
Aiello: If I didn’t know any better, we’re being haunted by some sorta ghost or something of the like.
The lights come back on after staying out for about fifteen seconds. As they do, ‘You’re Going Down’ by Sick Puppies blares over the PA system. Standing at the top of the ramp is, indeed, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton, and in the ring The S-Factor is steel-faced as he stares back at her. The sight of her causes the audience to pop and cheer loudly. She’s wearing a knowing smirk and more civilian-esque clothing. She slyly winks towards Scorpio before raising her mic up towards her lips. Her entrance theme dies down as The Titaness begins to speak.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Sorry, not really, but … yeah. You talk too damn much. Don’t worry though, I’m gonna keep this short, because … I recently finished my own match tonight and, frankly, am ready to head back to my hotel room and relax. Anyway, the reason I’m here? Simple. Point blank, Scorpio, you got a lot more important things to worry about than your pathetic ‘state of the EWC’ crap.
Her eyes narrow as she points to herself, indicating what exactly she’s referring to.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: You don’t have to like the mere thought, Scorps. But we will meet and when we do? Well... maybe we'll see how the so-called President does without his United States Championship? I’ve been silent more than long enough. Consider this … a friendly reminder of sorts that you’ll have a lot more than petty speeches to be fretting about in the very near future. But hey, what does a whore like me know, right? Or whatever you view me as at that rate. Anyway … like me or not, I will see you soon … bitch. Like I often say, it’s a matter of when, not if.
Samantha pivots on her feet, heading backstage to likely get changed. Scorpio’s microphone screeches loudly in his ear as it turns back on, seemingly by itself. The fans are still cheering Titaness' interruption as The Undisputed and United States Champion stares wide-eyed at the spot she was stood on. He turns back to the lectern and leans in.
Scorpio: GET HER BACK OUT HERE! I DEMAND HER BACK OUT HERE! YOU DON'T FUCKING INTERRUPT ME LIKE THAT SAMANTHA! I WILL TEAR THIS PLACE APART TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT! HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!
He climbs between the ropes and the US Marine hurries to try and part them for him but is too late, earning a hard shove from The 46th President which sends him flying into the barricade. Scorpio storms up the ramp with Créme desperately trying to wheel herself after him but the wheels of her chair get caught in the red carpet. We cut back to commentary as The S-Factor disappears backstage...
A HOSS FIGHT WITH A POINT TO PROVE!
[TRIPLE THREAT MATCH, NON-TITLE]
"Iron" Mike Strong
VS Jeb Jackson
VS Clay Byrd
[TRIPLE THREAT MATCH, NON-TITLE]
"Iron" Mike Strong
VS Jeb Jackson
VS Clay Byrd
Aiello: The situation between Scorpio and the first challenger to his United States Championship is quickly heating up! Ladies and gentlemen, up next is the main event of tonight's broadcast. Tonight we see the International Champion Clay Byrd compete in a non-title match up against two men that are very familiar with one another.
Bennett: That’s right Aiello, new up and comer Jeb Jackson, and ageing veteran Mike Strong are competing in their third consecutive contest with each other.
Carter: These are three hard hitting men, about to tear the roof off of the building here in Greensboro. Take it away Jessica.
Stroup: The following match is a non-title bout scheduled for one falland the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! Joining us first, from Walker County, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds ... JEB JACKSON!
"Tell me who's that writin' ...John the Revelator....."
The guitar hits the speakers and the lights flicker and dance to the strums and beat. The voice echos through the stadium and the electricity is felt in the room by every fan in attendance.
Jeb Jackson walks from out behind the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp. He looks out into the crowd before him. He looks left and then he looks right. He lifts his arm into the air and a flash and a bang explode behind him. He then walks down the ramp in a very slow and leisurely manner. He slaps the hands of the fans as he walks past, his faces remain emotionless as his eyes are focused only on the ring.
At the foot of the ring he breaks his gaze from the squared circle, gets down on one knee and looks up to the heavens, he mouths a few words and then stands back up and slides under the bottom rope.
He removes his leather jacket and the chain attached to his jeans and hands it to the referee.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds ... “IRON” MIKE STRONG!
The lights dim and the crowd grows silent. The sound of rivets tightening and metal grinding echoes through the arena. Then a slow beat of a drum begins to hit. The crowd claps along with the beat as a guitar strums, "Ironman" by Black Sabbath begins to play. The very familiar guitar sound as the lights begin to flash and spin it around the building, gold and white strobes flash atop the stage, as the words "STRONG" emblazoned on the tron as Mike Strong makes his way onto the ramp.
The song continues to play as Mike Strong begins the long walk down the ramp, taking in all of the excitement of the crowd as he marches down toward the ring. As he round the corner he high fives a few fans in the front row and scales the steel steps. Walking along the apron he turns around to look at the crowd, letting it all to soak in once more. Wiping his feet off on the apron he kicks his foot over the middle rope and climbs into the ring. Making his way across the ring and scales the turnbuckle throwing his hand into the air to a roar from the crowd.
Stroup: And their opponent, from Plainview, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds, he is the EWC International Champion ... “BIG TEX” CLAY BYRD!
Guitar and harmonica begin to blare through the arena, the start of Gunning For You sends a silence across the crowd as Nick Nolan's lyrics echo through the arena. The state of Texas appears on the screen, and slowly fades into a highlight video.
My Gun is loaded it's getting time
Two shots of whiskey i'm takin' what's mine
Ain't what you're sayin it's what you do
Your time has come boy i'm Gunnin for You
When hell is rainin down you'll see my face won't heara sound
You'll feel that bullet burnin through
Take your last breath boy
I'm Gunnin for You
Clayton Byrd steps from the back, clad in his father's leather vest and with red tights. His right arm is raised in the air, his fist clenched at its apex. Clay begins his slow walk down the ramp. His eyes are fixed on the ring, and he trudged on. Not paying any notice to any of the fans in attendance.
There's desperation deep in your eyes
No turnin back now no compromise
Cause only one of us walks out that door
The other bleedin out on the floor
Clay walks up the steps, and climbs into the ring.
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen this is bound to be a war between three hard hitting individuals in the prime of their careers. Two men looking to make that final statement that they deserve to be in the conversation for championship opportunities. And a champion looking to prove why he is one of the best here on Brawl
DING DING DING
The three men circle the ring, each of them looking intently at the men that stand across from them. Mike Strong takes a few steps for war and extends both hands, urging the others to do the same. Clay and Jeb soon follow suit, as they lock fingers and the test of strength begins. Each man struggles as they try to gain the upperhand. Fed up, Clay breaks his hands and delivers a boot to Mike, throws a stiff right hand to the dome of Jeb Jackson. Clay grabs Mike by the back of the neck and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle, sending him sprawling onto the floor.
Aiello: Clay Byrd taking early control of this match.
Bennett: As he should, he is the champion and is looking to show these two posers, that they are way out of their league here tonight.
Jeb turns Clay around and delivers a huge right hand, followed by another, and another. Clay stumbles back as Jeb continues to press his advantage, Jeb grabs his wrist and throws him across the ring into the turnbuckle. He charges and delivers a forearm to the jaw. Clay staggers out of the turnbuckle and Jeb climbs to the middle turnbuckle. He waits till the champion turns back around then leaps into the air. But as he goes for a double axe handle Clay catches him out of mid air with a SPEAR!
Bennett: He just split him in half. What speed and agility from the big man.
Carter: And if we are honest, strong. Jeb Jackson was a two hundred and forty pound man flying through the air.
Clay hooks both legs and stacks him up onto his shoulders. The referee begins his count…ONE! TWO! THRE...Mike Strong breaks it up. He grabs Clay and throws him back into the corner. Jeb rolls out onto the apron and back to the floor. Mike turns his attention to the International Champion in the corner, Mike climbs up onto the middle rope and raises a clenched fist in the air. The crowd cheers and counts along as Mike begins to reign down his right hands. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! The crowd continues to count as he hits Clay for the ninth time. As he goes for a tenth he spins it around in the air, getting the crowd energized. But before he can hit the tenth strike Clay slides his arm under Mike and pulls him away from the corner looking for a powerbomb, but Mike slips off the back and drops Jeb to the ground with a huge right hand. TEN!
Aiello: What warewithal by Mike Strong to keep focused and keep himself under control.
Bennett: I’m more surprised these idiots in Greensboro even know how to count.
Carter: Oh come on now Bennet.
Mike looks out as Jeb who is still on the outside of the ring, then picks Clay up from the ground. He throws him across the ring and into the rope. Clay ducks the running big boot, bouncing off the rope and misses with the West Texas Lariat. Jeb jumps up onto the apron and delivers a huge elbow to Clay. Jeb jumps into the ring and drops Mike with a big boot. Jeb turns his attention to Clay and doubles him over with a kick to the got, he bounces off the ropes and delivers both boots to the head. Clay crashes to the canvas and rolls out of the ring and to the floor.
Aiello: And now it looks like Jeb’s turn to take control of this match. He has grown so much since his debut over a month ago. And add that newfound knowledge to his strength and athleticism and that is one dangerous man.
Bennett: Ehh, Clay is just taking a second to catch his breath.
Carter: I agree with Aiello, Jeb looked very impressive in that sequence. Shows real promise in this sport. He is one to watch.
Jeb turns his attention back to Mike Strong who was using the ropes to help him back to his feet. Jeb waits for him to gather himself before motioning for Mike to bring it on. The two men take a second and lock up in the middle of the ring. Mike lowers himself and drives Jeb into the corner, but moments before Jeb shifts his weight and throws Mike into the turnbuckle. The referee calls for the split, and the two men make a clean break. Jeb motions to lock up, but Mike ducks under wrapping his hands around his waist, Jeb reverses, and delivers a huge release german suplex. Mike lands on his head and neck. Jeb walks over and pulls Mike to his feet, dragging him into the middle of the ring. After looking around for a moment, Jeb drives Mike down to the canvas hard with a DDT. Mike collides flush with the top of his head, Jeb rotating over and swimming the half. Jeb hooks Mike's leg and head locking a far side cradle.
Aiello: THIS IS IT!
Bennett: COME ON CLAY! GET UP! BREAK IT UP!
The referee makes the count...ONE! TWO! THRE...Clay slides into the ring, grabs Jeb by the waist, lifting him high over his head and delivers a huge german suplex. Jeb crashes to the ring and rolls out of the ring and settles to the floor on the outside.
Bennett: Yes! I told both of you idiots, Clay is the champion for a reason and tonight he is going to prove to all of you.
Carter: This isn’t over yet, he has two very good opponents still in this match.
Clay stalks Mike Strong who lays in the middle of the ring clutching his neck. Clay grabs a hold of Mike and drags him up to his feet. He lifts him up over his head backs into the corner and throws him into the middle of the ring with a HUGE CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB! Clay walks over and covers Mike, as the referee makes the count. ONE! TWO! THRE...kick out by Mike Strong. Mike throws his shoulder off the mat defiantly. Clay looks frustrated as he throws a glare in the referees direction. Telling the referee to count faster in a thick country accent.
Bennett: Come on ref! That was three, are you kidding me, this should be over!
Carter: Are you kidding me, the referee has been in the right position this entire match, if he says it was two it was two.
Bennett: Oh shut up!
Jeb finally slides back into the ring, looking at Clay who is climbing to his feet. Jeb motions for the champion to bring it on and they charge. Right after right, left after left, the two men exchanged blows back and forth as the crowd grew to a fever pitch. While they brawl Mike climbs to his feet and yells to gain both men's attention. Mike charges and delivers double clotheslines, flipping both men inside out. He grabs Jeb and throws him into the rope, on the rebound he catches him and delivers the RUSTBELT SPINEBUSTER ON JEB, SLAMMING HIM ONTO THE BACK OF CLAY BYRD!
Aiello: Mike Strong has the crowd on their feet!
Bennett: NO! Come on, this old man can’t beat the champion.
Carter: Well Steve, he is in control right now, and is undefeated since his return. He may just do this.
Mike lets out a primal scream as he grabs Jeb and locks in the Iron Lungs. Mike’s thick arms tighten as he squeezes the air out of his lungs. Clay climbs to his feet and delivers a hellacious clothesline to Jeb, Mike uses this moment and turns the clothesline into a german suplex. Clay and Mike come to their feet, and charge. Mike connects with the Iron Strong Arm Lariat at the same time Clay connects with the West Texas Lariat. Both men crash to the mat as the crowd erupts. All three men are sprawled out on the canvas as the referee begins to check on their well being.
Aiello: These men are putting it all on the line here tonight. Jeb Jackson and Mike Strong have taken it to the champion and have him reeling.
Bennett: The champ has them right where he wants them.
Carter: Well, the champ is snoring right now so I’m not sure if that's completely true. This is still anyone's match, they have all shown they want to win.
Strong is the first back to his feet, albeit a bit groggy after that lariat from the champ, who looks similarly out of sorts as he slowly gets back to his feet as well. The two begin trading lefts and rights, at this point just looking to see who will stay standing...except that Jeb has finally made it back to his feet, as well! BIG BOOT BY JEB SENDS CLAY CLEAR OUT OF THE RING! Jeb turns his attention to Strong now...IRON STRONG LARIAT! Strong just laid out Jackson with that lariat, going for the cover immediately! 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your winner, via pinfall..."IRON" MIKE STRONG!
The ref raises Strong's arm in victory as we cut back to commentary.
Aiello: Well folks, Mike Strong has picked up a huge win in our main event!
Carter: Yeah, but I wonder if he wishes he'd pinned the champ to really prove his point tonight?
Bennett: A win is a win, Max! Mike proved himself in front of everyone here in Greensboro, as well as the fans watching at home!
Aiello: That's a fair point, Steve! Well folks, this has been a crazy night of graps here at the Greensboro Coliseum, but we keep our focus on the future as we march toward Brawl 555 and the tag title tournament. We now know that our one stop between here and there brings us an X-Division title match between Ace King and the War Queen herself, Stephanie Matsuda! Until then, this is Joe Aiello alongside Steven Bennett and Max Carter saying good night!
The final thing we see is Strong celebrating in the ring, as the show comes to a close.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: "Blessed" Justin Paird
MATCH TWO: "Blessed" Justin Paird
MATCH THREE: "Blessed" Justin Paird
MATCH FIVE: MNB
MATCH SIX: MNB
MAIN EVENT: Jackson Krease
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SEGMENTS
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MNB
Darius /Gabrielle Visconty
Ace King /Stephanie Matsuda
Callie Clark
Xavier Reid
Swango /Queen Melody
@mike
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton /Russ (Scorpio)
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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DARK MATCH
Alexander Cage
VS "Blessed" Justin Paird
WINNER via pinfall: Alexander Cage
MATCH 1
Mag Hyperion (PINNED)
VS David Scott
VS Karzan Locke
WINNER via pinfall: David Scott
MATCH 2
Callie Clark
VS "La Belicista" Isabella
WINNER via pinfall: "La Belicista" Isabella
MATCH 3
William Manson (N/S)
VS Bosa
WINNER via pinfall: Bosa
Darius
VS Gabrielle Visconty
WINNER via XXXX: XXXX
MATCH 5
Chuck Gacy
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER via pinfall: Xavier Reid
MATCH 6
War Mongers
VS Damage Inc.
VS Lunch Time (PINNED)
WINNERS via pinfall: War Mongers
MAIN EVENT
"Iron" Mike Strong
VS Jeb Jackson (PINNED)
VS Clay Byrd
WINNER via pinfall: "Iron" Mike Strong
BRAWL #553 MVP: Xavier Reid
BRAWL #553 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Chuck Gacy VS Xavier Reid
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