MNB #556 - LONDON

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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 #556 | MAY 25TH 2020

LIVE! from the O2 Arena in London, England

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

"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 #555 in Toronto.

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, Darius, Gabrielle Visconty, Kendrick Kross, Stephanie Matsuda, Bosa, "La Belicista" Isabella, and David Scott among others.

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



A wide aerial shot shows that the O2 Arena is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!

A chant begins of

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

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

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

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

as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!

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

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

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

"404: CHAMPIONSHIPS NOT FOUND"

"ALL ABOARD THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS"

"YOUR PRESIDENT WILL SEE YOU NOW"

"THE HARDCORE REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED"

"X-AVIER GON' GIVE IT TO YA"

and "B E A S T M O D E"

The camera pans around the O2 Arena once more. We arrive at the announcers' table where Joe Aiello, Max Carter, and Steve Bennett are standing by.

Aiello: Hello everyone, and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside my colleagues Max Carter and Steve Bennett, bringing you a night of excitement as only the red brand can! We're coming to you from jolly ol' London, where we have some amazing matches in store!

Carter: That's right Joe, after a historic tag title tournament that saw new champions crowned, we are now firmly on the road to Hardcore Revolution and we have a main event with strong implications for that very event! Darius has been given a unique opportunity, as he takes on the Undisputed Champion in non-title action, and you have to believe that if Darius picks up the win over Scorpio tonight he'll punch that ticket when we go to the City of Brotherly Love!

Bennett: I promise you Scorpio will show no brotherly love to Darius here tonight! The 46th President of the United States will prevail tonight in front of his people, and it will bring the U.S. back to the United Kingdom! The Queen herself will offer Scorpio the crown!

Aiello: I dunno about that Steve, but I do know that we're going to see Xavier Reid take on the new United States Champion in similar non-title action, as he takes on Samantha Hamilton in an X-Division Rules match!

Carter: We also get a rare appearance by The Southern Express tonight, as they team with David Scott to take on NO ЯEGRETS and Ursus in six-man tag action! Circumstances have forced this match to change from what was planned, but that doesn't mean the action won't be any less hard-hitting!

Bennett: I'm amazed that you could pronounce that backward R, Max. Speaking of impressive, we've got Bosa returning to in-ring action as he takes on La Belicista herself, in a match befitting of honoring those who have fallen in service on this Memorial Day. Can the Samoan Warrior pick up the win tonight, or will Isabella prevail? We're gonna find out!

Aiello: And we kick all this exciting action with a big hoss fight as Tank faces The Armenian Beast! Before we go to that, however, we bring you a look back at GAMBIT earlier in the day, as Jamie Matthews made his in-ring debut against Scrappy Coco!

[SINGLES MATCH]
Jamie Matthews
VS Scrappy Coco

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Jamie Matthews calls himself "The Flyest White Guy You've Ever Met," and his in-ring debut against Scrappy Coco seemed to prove that very point as the cocky upstart got an early advantage over the feisty feline. With a flurry of offense, Matthews managed to impress the crowd even if they didn't necessarily like his attitude. Coco was able to turn things in his favor ever so briefly, but it seemed that curiosity was the least of this cat's worries after a drop toe hold from Matthews began a new wave of momentum. Despite Coco's best efforts to make a comeback, Matthews built to a thrilling conclusion that saw him sending Coco down hard with a brainbuster he calls Ain't I Great, picking up the pinfall victory!

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Winner via pinfall: Jamie Matthews

Aiello: Congrats to Jamie Matthews on a successful debut, and we look forward to seeing you on Brawl going forward! When we come back, we'll see Tank and Armenian Beast collide!

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The camera cuts outside the O2 Arena as a car pulls up backstage. The driver of the car gets out and runs around the back of the car and opens the passenger’s side door. Stepping out of the car is none other than ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love. He adjusts his jacket and walks towards the door leading into the arena where a Brawl Staffer is standing. Tommy looks at him for a second and then pulls out his phone and lifts it to his ear, pretending to be on a call as he walks towards the man.

Love: Yeah, very busy these days, lots going on. Wrestlers from all over the world have been calling me about retaining my services, HUGE names and major money being offered to old Tommy...hey…

As Tommy tries to walk past the Brawl Staffer the man holds out his hand and stops Tommy in his tracks.

Love: What the hell man I have…

Brawl Staffer: No business here, you have been BANNED from Brawl Mr. Love.

Love: Connors wasn’t serious about that…

Brawl Staffer: Really…

The Brawl Staffer flips his clipboard around so Tommy and the camera can see it, there at the top of the piece of paper is a picture of Tommy with the phrase: This Man Is Banned and Not Allowed Entry To ANY Brawl Event

Brawl Staffer: Seems pretty serious to me Mr. Love.

Love: I need to speak to Mr. Connors, he has to hear my side of the story, taking only Gabi’s side is not right…

But the Brawl Staffer cuts him off.

Brawl Staffer: He doesn’t want to hear your side of the story Tommy, he’s made that clear...you’re done here on Brawl, you services are no longer needed or wanted…

The Brawl staffer walks into the arena and shuts the door behind him leaving Tommy standing outside all alone. Tommy looks pissed as his phone rings, he lifts it to his ear…

Love: WHAT!!! Oh hey how are you...I’ve been better...yeah I’m at the O2 Arena, how did you know...no I’m still not allowed in...this bullshit with Gabi has got me blackballed...no Buddy seems to have got me banned from the FSW out of fear I’ll take Killjoy back...yes that WAS my plan...those assholes are staying with Bunny to pay off the debt they owe me over that mess in Atlanta...yeah I am pretty much screwed thanks for pointing that out, you know you can be a real dick at time. I’m not surprised your….wait what? You’re in London? What the hell are you doing here...you sly asshole...and nobody has figured out you’re...no my lips are sealed, consider US even for that money you lent me, it buys my silence...yeah I can meet you there, say 15 mins...I have nowhere else to be but dinner is on you...ok see you soon…

Tommy smiles and walks back to the car that brought him.

Love: To the JW Steakhouse please…

Tommy turns and looks at the 02 Arena.

Love: Looks like things are looking up for Tommy...I’ll be seeing you real soon…

Tommy laughs as he gets back into the car and it pulls away as we cut back to...

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A HOSS BATTLE TO THE MAX!
[SINGLES MATCH]

Tank
VS The Armenian Beast

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We return to ringside where commentary is standing by.

Aiello: Our first match of the evening has been billed by many as a hoss fight, and I for one cannot think of a better word to describe Tank and The Armenian Beast in one of many interbrand matches we'll see tonight!

Bennett: Holy hell, is the ring gonna be able to contain these two slabs of meat? Tank's looking to prove a statement on the red brand, and he's gonna try to do so at the expense of Rampage's own Armenian Beast!

Stroup: The following match is (put the match type in here) Joining us first, from Portland, Maine, weighing in at 335 pounds ... TANK!

As "Limitless" hits, Tank walks out from behind the curtain and slowly makes his way down the ramp. The loud thud of his size 14 shoe vibrates the arena as everyone is reminded of why he is called Tank. He steps over the top rope and goes to each section of the ring and shakes it, pumping himself and the crowd up in the process.

Stroup: And his opponent, from Ejmiatsin, Armenia, weighing in at # pounds ... THE ARMENIAN BEAST!

'March or Die' plays throughout the arena as Gurgen, the man better known as The Armenian Beast, charges his way to the stage to the delight of the fans, some of whom can be seen wearing fake beards in solidarity with the Beast as he makes his way to the ring.

Aiello: The crowd are hyped up and divided in support of both men here!

DING DING DING

The match begins and both men slowly pace around the ring, staring each other down. The Beast lunges forward first, attempting to grapple Tank, but Tank uses his agility to slip out of the way, and then grapples the Beast from behind.

Tank attempts to German suplex, but takes an elbow to the jaw for his effort. The Beast spins around and delivers a stiff headbutt to Tank, a chop to the ear, and then shoves him back into the turnbuckle. The Beast rushes forward and connects with a stiff clothesline into the corner, crushing Tank between the big man and the turnbuckles!

Tank holds himself up with the ropes, shaking the cobwebs from his head while the Beast slowly backs away, leading into another charge toward Tank, only this time Tank explodes from the corner and nails the Beast with a clothesline of his own, nearly taking his head off!


Aiello: My god, what impact!

Bennett: He killed that sumbitch!

Carter: I felt that over here!

Tank picks the Beast back up to his feet and delivers a few loud chops to the chest, and then whips him into the ropes; The Beast rebounds and attempts to clothesline Tank, but Tank catches the Beast and slams him down with a scoop powerslam! Tank covers the Beast and hooks the leg!

One!

Two!

Kickout! The Beast throws Tank from his chest and rolls back to his feet! Tank runs at the Beast with a full head of steam, but the Beast trips the big man up, spins him around, and locks in a full nelson!

Tank hollars and screams as he tries to break free, but the Beast holds on tight! The Beast then slowly pushes Tank forward to the ropes and starts to push him up against them, using the top rope to choke Tank; the referee begins the five count!

One!

Two!

Three!

With a look of genuine confusion, the Beast throws Tank off to the side and looks to the referee. The referee tells the Beast that using the ropes is illegal, but before he is able to reply, Tank scoops the Beast from under his legs and goes for a surprise roll up!

One!

Two!

The Beast kicks out again!


Aiello: These two are tearing each other apart!

Bennett: And I love it!

Carter: The Armenian Beast needs to be careful; I don't think he realized that using the ropes like that is illegal!

Both men get back to their feet and begin to trade blows in the center of the ring, with Tank getting the upperhand. Tank lands a few quick kicks to the Beast's legs, and then shoves him back into the corner.

Tank rushes forward, leaps up, and lands a devastating knee strike onto the Beast in the corner, but the Beast stands tall! Tank lands a few more shots again, then hoists the Beast onto the top turnbuckle.

Tank then climbs the ropes, throws the Beast over his shoulder, and attempts to suplex him, but the Beast fights back with a few elbows to Tank's ribs! Tank manages to shrug it off and throws his head up, headbutting the Beast in the chin!

Tank then manages to successfully get the Beast loose, sending both men flying back to the ring with a powerful superplex! Both men roll around for a moment and eventually start to get to their feet at the same time, but Tank wastes little time, pulls the Beast onto his shoulders, and spikes him to the center of the ring with the Ground Zero; a firemans carry powerslam! Tank hooks both of the Beast's legs for the win!

One!

Two!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... TANK!

The ref raises Tank's arm in victory as we go back to commentary.

Aiello: What an absolute showing of strength! Tank picks up a big win tonight, in what is bound to be the start of an exciting journey for him!

Bennett: Jeez Joe, you sound like one of them motivational posters. You're right about one thing, though...after that close battle with the Armenian Beast, it looks like Tank is ready to steamroll the competition! Definitely Godzilla versus King Kong ... And Godzilla won!

Aiello: Up next we have Bosa returning to in-ring action as he faces La Belicista one on one! Bosa, Isabella, it's gonna be a thriller!

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We move to a commercial break.

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We come back from commercial to find ourselves inside the office of the Brawl General Manager, where Jim Connors is standing by.

Connors: Good evening, London! Jim Connors checking in with your biweekly update on what's happening on the red brand. As announced on Rampage this past Friday, the International Championship has been vacated due to some contractual issues, and while we wish Clay Byrd all the best we do find ourselves in a bit of a pickle. The easiest way to resolve the matter is to find new contenders to compete for the title at Hardcore Revolution, the Brawl-hosted Pay-Per-View event hailing from the birthplace of the American Revol--oh, wait...

Connors stops himself, getting a gulp of air and adjusting his collar before continuing.

Connors: Anyway, the next edition of Brawl will feature two matches featuring some of our best and brightest, both relatively new and mainstays of the Brawl and Rampage brands. The first of these will feature the returning Callie Clark taking on the one brave soul to represent Rampage in this endeavor, a former champion herself, Iggy Swango. The second of these matches...will be announced later tonight.

Connors smirks to a mixture of big cheers for the announcement and some jeers for the tease at the end.

Connors: What can I say, I gotta keep you on your toes. That said, keep a close eye on how the rest of the night plays out, fans...I know I will.

That smirk turns into a full-blown smile as we cut back to...

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THE INTERSECTION OF BRUTE FORCE AND BRILLIANT GRACE!
[SINGLES MATCH]

Bosa
VS "La Belicista" Isabella

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Aiello: Up next we have a match that fans have been clamoring for between the Samoan Warrior and La Belicista, as Bosa takes on Isabella!

Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from San Jose, California, weighing in at 220 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.

Stroup: And his opponent, from Tijuana, 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 face Bosa, who continues to stand in his own corner.

DING DING DING

Eager to prove a point in his return to action, Bosa charges at Isabella...who dodges at the last moment, using the Samoan Warrior's momentum against him with a drop toe hold! Isabella takes advantage of the situation, stomping away to wear down the bigger opponent before going for a knee to the head...but Bosa blocks it, bringing her down with a single-leg takedown!

Fully back on his feet now, Bosa backs away from Isabella with a slight taunt for her to get back up as well. She obliges, and they exchange punches and kicks until Bosa sends Isabella into the corner.

Bosa now in control as he continues the attack in the corner with a series of stomps before sending Isabella to the opposite corner..but Isabella reverses, and it is the Samoan Warrior who crashes against the turnbuckle instead! Bosa looks a little groggy as he turns around, just as Isabella comes through with the knee strike she was seeking earlier!


Aiello: Ouch, look at the impact on that knee strike! Bosa just dropped down to the canvas hard after that.

Bennett: He's gonna have to really dig down deep if he wants to get past La Belicista, who's been on fire since the opening bell!

With Bosa down, Isabella goes to work on the arm hoping to wear it down. Wrenching the arm keeps Bosa from building a vertical base for a moment, before he finally manages to drive off Isabella with a right hand to the midsection. He can feel a wave of momentum as he lays into Isabella with some more lefts and rights, before bringing her down with a neckbreaker. He picks Isabella back up, hitting a vertical suplex...and another one. Rather than go for a third, Bosa takes a chance and goes for the cover!

One!

Tw--Kickout by Isabella! Bosa looks a little frustrated as he picks Isabella back up for another vertical suplex...but Isabella rolls him up!

One!

T--not quite, as Bosa kicks out!


Aiello: Both competitors showing their desire to come out with the win tonight!

Bennett: You'd better believe that something's gotta give, sooner or later!

Isabella doesn't let up, however, and immediately locks in a cross arm breaker! SEMPER FIDELIS! She's looking to end this quickly as Bosa struggles to get out of the hold. He starts inching his way toward the ropes, finally grabbing the bottom rope to force a rope break at the count of 2 from the ref. Bosa gets to his feet, favoring his arm as they exchange strikes once more.

Isabella gets the upper hand this time, once again targeting the arm to go for Sempre Fidelis once more...but Bosa sends her to the ropes, hitting a big spear on the rebound! SAMOAN PAIN TRAIN! Bosa goes for the cover, could this be it?

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... BOSA!

Bosa is still favoring his arm as the ref raises the other one in victory before we go back to commentary

Aiello: Bosa's done it tonight folks, taking a big win over Isabella in a close back and forth battle!

Bennett: What a match, I think Bosa's finally getting back into the groove after some tough losses recently.

Carter: Kudos to Isabella on such a close contest, but indeed the Samoan Warrior stands tall tonight!

We cut backstage just briefly, where we see the GM of Brawl taking notes on what he's just seen before we move to a commercial break.

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Cameras fade back in from commercial to a shot of the backstage area; framing the face of Bob Murray as he stands outside a locker room marked by a simple strip of tape with the name “Scott” written on it.

Murray: ‘ello my lovelies, and welcome back to Brawl in the UK, where I can still feel the heat coming off this capacity crowd after that firestorm between Bosa and ‘La Belicista’! Speaking of fireworks, though, things have been a little explosive regarding the card here tonight, as General Manager Jim Connors was forced to do a quick Changing of the Guard regarding our main event. As you can see, I’m outside the locker room of David Scott, who was supposed to be part of that original match, teaming with Southern Express against NSFW and Chuck Gacy. Instead, he finds himself up against local tag standouts, No Яegerts and their partner, Ursus. Scott’s normally a man of few words, but let’s see if he has any for us tonight.

Turning to the door, Bob knocks once, but gets no answer. Waiting a few seconds, he knocks again, and this time the door opens, only not to reveal David Scott, but trainer Felicia Mathews. Just beyond the young woman, Scott sits on the wooden bench in his gear, a half-finished roll of tape hanging off his knee.

Mathews: Not the time, Bob.

Scott: It’s fine.

Reaching down, Scott starts finishing the wrap himself, while Felicia steps aside to let Bob and the camera through, quietly slipping out behind them. Scott glances up but doesn’t say anything as he finishes taping.

Murray: If this isn’t the best time-

Scott: Wouldn’t matter if it was, Murray, come on. Whole point of you being here is to get a reaction, right? No different than your old show. Get a rise out of people however you can. Only difference is they gave you something to stick in people’s faces when they try to ignore you. You must be loving this schtick.

Murray dared to flash the hint of a smile but was soon back to his professional look. Moving into the room, he sat down on the bench beside Scott and waited to let him finish wrapping his knee before continuing.

Murray: So, I guess we should start with the obvious - In your match with Isabella, two weeks ago in Vegas, we saw that leg targeted hard by ‘La Belicista’. Less than a week later, you had Ace King working on it like a rabid dog. How close to a hundred percent are you actually going to able to be for The Southern Express out there tonight?

Scott: Close enough to get the job done. I haven’t really been at a hundred percent since I came back. Honestly, I don’t know how long it’s been since I went into a match without something not working right. You hang around in this business long enough, things start to pile up fast. Just one of those things you learn to deal with as you go.

Murray: Speaking of dealing with things, mind if I ask your thoughts on the situation with your match?

A faint smirk pulled at the corner of Scott’s mouth.

Scott: NSFW pulled out. They tucked tail and cost everyone involved a spot in the main event. That’s what I think.

The terse answer is given through almost clenched teeth, and Murray pounces on it immediately.

Murray: So, it’s safe to say you’re a little upset? Do you have any comments on NSFW or their actions?

Scott’s face pinched as he recognized the baited question. Across his features, a war between discretion and his all-too-blunt nature clearly waged. Disgust. Disdain. Disappointment. A multitude of unspoken emotions took shape in one form or another, but in the end, he simply shook his head and offered a hollow, humorless smile.

Scott: I'll just say I’m not surprised. We’ll leave it at that.

Murray: Fair enough. Any thoughts on your new opponents for the night?

Scott: Not particularly. Connors sent us a couple dossiers, but there’s only so much you can get from pieces of paper and grainy internet clips. They’re big boys. Hard hitters. But the Express has dealt with teams like that before. They just took out Jordan Sharpe and Faith Rivers a week ago, plus they had a solid shot in the tournament. I don’t think we’ll have too much trouble, but we’ll see what happens out there.

Murray: Speaking of our tag tournament last week, for obvious reasons you chose not to take part, but you didn’t exactly kick your feet up, either. Instead, as we mentioned, you paid a little visit to the green and went toe to toe with, and ultimately defeated, Ace King at their show in Raleigh. How’s that feeling?

Only now does Scott choose to sit a little straighter, shoulders squaring as flashes a genuine smile.

Scott: Pretty damned good. I wasn’t blowing smoke up Ace’s ass. He is, bar none, the best talent in this company right now, and regardless of what Scorpio wants to say, potentially the best in the business when it comes to pure athletic ability. The man has had Hall of Fame stamped on him since forever. So, being able to say I not only took him to his limits, but surpassed them? That’s an accomplishment in and of itself.

The comment about the current Undisputed Champion was not lost on Murray, and there was a brief bit of pause as he debated pushing the matter. For whatever reason, however, he let the opportunity slide.

Murray: As everyone knows, ‘Beat the Champ; Win a Shot’ has always been the standing rule here in EWC. How long before David Scott starts looking to put some championship gold around his waist?

Scott: He already is.

Scott paused a brief second before his next admission.

Scott: But not the X-Division title. I’m formally waiving my rights on that one.

Murray: What?!

Sincerely caught off guard, Murray couldn’t collect himself quick enough to follow up, so Scott just continued.

Scott: I have zero interest in the X-Division Championship. Hardcore wrestling doesn’t appeal to me. Never has. I’m in that division for the challenge more than the reward. No rules makes for some damn good fights. Toughens you up. But I don't plan to go climbing that particular mountain. Ace has enough people painting bulls-eyes on his back right now, as is. Least I can do is assure him I won’t be one of them. I said as much when I addressed him before the match. That's not to say I don't already have my eyes on certain EWC gold - Just not that one.

Thinking back to the earlier comment about the Undisputed Champion, Murray pressed his earlier curiosity.

Murray: Since you openly mentioned him by name, is it Scorpio who should be looking out for David Scott?

Scott smirked.

Scott: Eventually. If he’s still the Undisputed Champion when I reach that level, but not right now. No, I’m thinking ahead to our next show. Episode 557 in Chicago. Where a certain set of matches will be taking place.

Catching on, Murray’s brows rose. But Scott continued before he could comment.

Scott: I want the International Championship. I want the title that’s become, in many ways, the face of Brawl. The one piece of gold still housed here on Monday nights. No. I’m not going to sit here and demand entry. But I’d say I’ve got a decent argument for it. If Connors decides to give me a slot, I will not stop until I’ve gone through anyone and everyone in front of me. Whether it’s Darius, Bosa, Reid, ‘La Belicista’ for a second time, or even old Morgan Darkwater himself, sailing back from the damned dead. I don’t care. I will fight through whomever I have to until I’m holding that championship over my head.

A tense silence fills the locker room following Scott’s promise, until a quiet knock prompts both he and Murray to look up. The camera swings around to find Felicia has returned, leaning against the door frame.

Felicia: Let’s go, you’re almost up.

The camera pans back around to find Scott already rising from the bench and moving towards the door.

Scott: Good talking to you, Murray. We'll pick this up later.

Mathews and Scott fall into step as they head for the warm-up area, while the camera pans back around to find Murray as he exits the locker room. Turning to the camera, he waits for the shot to center on him.

Murray: Well, my little birds, we came looking for a few words and wound up with a couple of big announcements. David Scott openly declines his shot at Ace King’s X-Division title and looks to stake his claim on the IC strap instead! Looks like Chicago’s shaping up to be one hell of a show, but that’s then and this is now, and right now we’ve got tag team action as Scott and the Southern Express take on some of London’s finest and brightest, let’s pop back down to ringside - Cheerio!

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OLD SCHOOL TRIOS ACTION!
[SIX-PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH]

NO ЯEGERTS & Ursus
VS The Southern Express & David Scott

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We return to ringside where commentary is standing by.

Aiello: Some strong comments from David Scott ahead of this match! With his mind focused on the vacant International Championship, he looks to prove a point as he teams with The Southern Express to take on three of our rising stars in NO ЯEGERTS and Ursus!

Bennett: Joe, again, I'm proud of you for pronouncing that backward R. These guys are gonna want to prove they belong here in EWC, but they're set to take on three tough hombres in the team from PRIME and Die Hard himself!

Stroup: The following match is a six man tag match, scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, the team of ... NO ЯEGERTS and URSUS!

The three men respond in kind, looking ready to prove themselves here tonight as they warm up for the match ahead. You can almost hear Steve Bennett remarking his surprise at Stroup pronouncing the backward R as she introduces the next team.

Stroup: And their opponents, at a combined weight of # pounds ... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS AND DAVID SCOTT!

The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane. Their music stops, and is followed by 'I Am Machine' as David Scott makes his way out. Bunny follows the three men as they head to the ring, where they quickly slide in to confront their opponent as the opening bell rings!

DING DING DING

The match starts with a bit of chaos as all six men brawl in the ring! The ref is doing everything he can to restore order, everyone but Scott and Ursus finally clear the ring. The two men exchange lefts and rights, but Scott gains the early advantage as he sends Ursus to the ropes before hitting an impressive dropkick that drops Ursus down hard. Scott stomps away at Ursus until he tags in Easters. Bobby Rose is begging for a tag already, and Scott obliges as Rose comes in hot with an elbow to the head of Easters before doing the same to Ursus and Christmas on the apron! Rose is a man possessed as he unloads on Easters with some lefts and rights, before sending him to the corner where he tags in Jimmy Lane...TENNESSEE DESTROYER! Easters just got dropped on his head as Lane goes for the cover quickly:

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO!

Easters narrowly kicks out, but doesn't get much of a chance to recover as chaos ensues once more with the rest of the competitors running in. As most of the field lets loose, Rose and Lane hit Good Night London on Easters, just as things settle down and people get back to where they should be. Scott gets a tag, locking in the Fell Clutch on Easters who immediately taps!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via submission... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS AND DAVID SCOTT!

Aftermath of match immediately after bell - celebration etc

Aiello: An impressive win for The Southern Express and David Scott, the three of them looking to get themselves situated well within their respective title scenes. Up next, Xavier Reid takes on Samantha Hamilton in non-title X-Division action!

We get a shot of Jim Connors in his office, taking notes of what he's just seen before we cut to ...

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As BRAWL's camera's turn elsewhere, we see a figure of a man sitting in a desolate room. Darkness covered the majority of the room for a short bit of time, before a spotlight slowly reeled it's way open. At first, all that could be seen was the lower body of a man sitting in a chair. In his lap, there laid a book of sorts. The camera itself went up and up, before showing the rough, scruffy face of a somewhat Unfamiliar face to BRAWL fans. PRIME fans know him well as Rafe White, a man who had a less then impressive run on the independent circuit. The expression on this man's face was that of focus, as he looked off into the distance, beginning to speak with a hushed tone.

Rafe White: Potential. Potential is a key-factor in this little, "game", we call life. Potential is, what I assume, the reason we as humans, act the way we act. I believe that, without potential, we are mindless sheep happily living with one another, not questioning what lies beyond that white fence that surrounds us in captivity.

He paused, looking down at the ground for a moment, before letting out a soft chuckle.

Rafe White: My, it is a useless way to live, is it not?

He said this as he stood up from his seat.

Rafe White: I had potential, you know? Potential to be a superstar elsewhere then BRAWL. But... that is in the past. What is important is the present, and that the potential for us all still remains. That said potential is in front of us all. Everyday, we simply choose to ignore it. That potential in question?

He slowly raised his hand, holding the book. This wasn't just any book, this was the book. The Bible. He patted it with his hand, before opening it and taking a quick lick of his finger before sifting through the pages, before finding a passage. He took a minute to read it, his eyebrows raising themselves slightly, as he nodded alongside what he had read, before looking up at the camera.

Rafe White: That potential, is in the palm of my hands. Through sickness, sorrow, or any other ill-feeling you may have, the word of the Lord, is what guides us to paradise.

He nodded for a moment, having a simple smile on his face, before softly closing his book. As his book closed, his frown began to disappear as well.

Rafe White: But, you... the unenlightened, the cretins that are currently watching this show, choose to ignore this word everyday. Rather then divulge yourselves to learning about life, and what our God has given us, you all choose to sit back and enjoy barbaric brutality between men and women just to satisfy for your hunger for blood. You watch these fights, but never think to yourself, "why"? WHY, you should be asking, do these poor souls choose to fight one another?

He sighed.

Rafe White: Because, like all of you watching at home, they are lost. They care about themselves and what they have in life, rather then thanking he who gave them their life in the first place. No matter their justifications for their actions, each and every member of BRAWL, Rampage, FSW, and PRIME are all, sinners. But... I implore you, this is not the end for you. This is not where your road ends. Some of you, if not, most, will perish. It is inevitable to make sacrifices of those who can't be saved. But it is my duty, to spread his message through the only method you people understand; combat. This isn't for money, championship titles, or anything materialistic... this is for you. This, is to show you all, that there is a better way. Whether you like it or not, you will learn to accept it.

He raised his right hand, wearing a sleek black glove, making a gesture as if he was holding the Earth in his hands.

Rafe White: This is not an empty threat, nor a warning shot. This, is a deceleration of war. My righteous crusade is a noble quest, and no longer will I, or the good word of the being that created us all be ignored. Once the first part of my plan is complete, we will all usher in a new era, led by "God's Right Hand Man"...

He slowly made a fist, smirking as he spoke his final words.

Rafe White: Rafe White.

The camera slowly faded to black, as we move to a commercial break.

[MNB]

The camera cuts backstage inside the O2 Arena to Xavier Reid’s locker room. He’s on FaceTime with his cousin Tlatoani Volando back in Farmington, New Mexico.

Tlatoani: Wait, Sr. isn’t with you?

Reid: Nope, he stayed in Portsmouth to get the school ready for their opening next week…

Tlatoani: La Mazmorra-Portsmouth?

Reid: Yeah, that’s the one…

Tlatoani looks over his shoulder and then his other shoulder…

Tlatoani: The thing is Xavier...nobody here knows anything about this...I think Sr. has gone rouge…

Xavier looks at his cousin and then shakes his head

Reid: I can’t worry about Sr. right now, he’s made his decision to stay here in the UK moving forward so I’m on my own until you guys get the OK to leave quarantine and are COVID-free…

Tlatoani: Well the cops are sitting outside in our parking lot now…

Reid: What did you guys do?

Tlatoani: It was Perdido and Abando...they had a tag team championship match in Texas, morons snuck out under different masks and made their way to Austin but when they tried to enter the building they promoter called the cops, he knew we were in lock-down so those two jackassses are locked in a hotel right now and our local PD is stationed outside to make sure none of the rest of us try and escape...or I would try and make my way to Chicago for next week’s Brawl…

Reid: NO, stay there, that’s the last thing I want to deal with…

Tlatoani: So are you ready for Samantha tonight?

Reid: What kind of question is that?

Tlatoani: Well you really haven’t been tearing it up this season, dropping match after match...how the hell did you lose to Gabi Vee…

Reid: Tommy Love…

Tlatoani: Pulled Gabi to freedom I know but still, you had your chances…

Reid: I don’t want to hear it…

Tlatoani: But if you beat Sam here tonight…

Reid: I will earn myself a US Championship match...to go with my International Championship match I earned after beating Clay Byrd.

Tlatoani: That’s one way to turn your year around…

Reid: Samantha has a giant X on her back now that she’s walking around with that US Championship, she’s made a career here in the EWC flying under the radar but now she’ll get everyone’s best, is she ready for that...well we are about to find out…

Tlatoani: And let’s face it you can’t afford to lose to Sam TWICE in 2020...they might ship your ass off to Prime…

Reid: Listen here smart ass, there is a void here in Brawl, Cyrus is gone, Clay has vacated the International Championship and has left Brawl...Jim Connors is looking for someone to step up and be the face of Brawl and I’m about to grab that spot. It starts here tonight by taking Sam and beating her ass all over London. To take Rampage’s New US Champion and take the shine off her and get the chance to bring that US Championship here to Brawl and to send a message to our own GM, whatever his plans are for the International Championship they better involve me…

Tlatoani: Why don’t you go out there and beat Sam first and then worry about the International Championship, ok you best go and get ready...we’ll all be watching and just to let you know everyone is betting on Sam tonight but I took you, come on Xavier make me some money…

Reid: Thanks for the vote of confidence...I’ll call you later…

Xavier ends the call and shakes his head as we cut to...

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MAKING A STATEMENT IN THE MOST PAINFUL WAY POSSIBLE!
[SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE, X-DIVISION RULES]

Xavier Reid
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

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We return to ringside where commentary is standing by.

Carter: Welcome back, Brawl fans! We’ve had a great show so far, but don’t you think for one minute we’re taking the foot off the gas now as we go into our penultimate match of the night!

Aiello: You got that right, Max! We may not be at our Main Event just yet, but this next match-up looks set to be the Match of the Night as we see the ever fearless Xavier Reid go face-to-face with the Amazonian Titaness, Samantha Hamilton, in a non-title contest under X-Division rules!

Bennett: I don’t often agree with you two goons, but I gotta admit I’ve been looking forward to this all night! You know me, I love my matches the more extreme the better, so bring on the carnage!

Aiello: Whatever you say, Bennett… But can we just take a moment to contemplate the future of Reid, here? With the International title recently vacated by Clay Byrd, Reid was quick to remind us that he had previously beaten the then champion in a non-title match, and yet never got a title match, and may very well be looking to rectify that now. But…

Carter: I see where you’re going with this, Joe: if Xavier Reid were to win tonight against the champion Titaness, that same rule would also make him eligible for an United States title match in the near future. The question is, should that happen, which will he pursue?

Bennett: Some guys get all the luck, and the title opportunities! But who says he has to choose? Let him go for both, I say! The badass deserves it, and I for one would love to see him dominating as a double-crown champion! Really show the rest of the pansies backstage what a true fighter looks like!

Aiello: … Do you even hear yourself…?

Before Bennett has a chance to blast back the lights in the arena dim as spotlights start to flash and strobe across the capacity crowd, and Linkin Park’s “Papercut” begins to pour into the arena through the speakers.

Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and is a non-title X-Division rules match! Making his way to the ring, now residing in New York City, weighing in at 225 pounds... XAVIER REID…!!

Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage in his new black fight shorts, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks. He walks towards the ring shadow boxing as he makes his way down the aisle. Xavier storms up the steps and climbs into the ring, storms across the ring to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope and looks over the crowd and once again crosses his arms into an X before jumping down and squatting down in the corner waiting for the bell.

Stroup: And his opponent,hailing from Fort Lauderdale, Florida… weighing in at 145lb… She is one of the Shieldmaidens and the current reigning United States Champion…. the Titaness...SAMANTHA HAMILTON!!!

As the actual lyrics of 'You're Going Down' by Sick Puppies begins playing, the Titaness saunters down the ramp. Walking beside her is her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter. Over her shoulder is the US Championship. A sense of determination and resolve can always be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she's not one to ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. More often than not, however, the Titaness will stick to her more serious and stoic look.

When she gets to the apron she locks eyes with Xavier, who hasn’t moved from his corner, his gaze focused as he stretches his arms and rolls his neck. Hamilton pats the championship as if to silently assure Reid that it’s hers and hers alone, and he smirks gently, beckoning her to enter the ring with one hand. Hopping up onto the apron, the Titaness slips in between the ropes before rounding back on Reid, as if expecting a surprise attack, but the man has simply pulled himself back to his feet, remaining in his corner as the referee checks Samantha for concealed weapons before taking her title and handing it to staff ringside.

Aiello: Nothing but business and respect from Xavier as he patiently waits for the bell, despite what the US Champ might have suspected.

Bennett: What a mook! This is X-Division rules, boy! What’s the referee gonna do if you ambushed her, disqualify you? What a wasted opportunity!

The referee makes sure both competitors are ready before signalling for the bell, and this one is underway!

DING DING DING

Xavier is finally out of his corner as the second bell rings, fists raised as he approached the Titaness in something akin to a boxer’s swaying stance, both looking for an opening whilst being alert for any sudden attack from the champion. None comes, the two wrestlers circling one another, squaring each other up as they look for the opportune moment to strike.

Bennett: Fer crying out loud, somebody hit somebody already!

Aiello: Will you shut up…?

Hamilton is the first to go on the offensive, darting forward with her arms out, looking to lock-up, but Reid is quick to counter her momentum, grabbing her arm and throwing her with a swift hip-toss. Hamiltion rolls to her feet and tries again, with the same result. She gets up a third time, and moves as if to try again, ducking at the last second to get under his grasping hands and slip behind Reid, grabbing his waist and executing a quick belly-to-back suplex that sends Reid crashing to the mat and rolling out of the ring where he hits the crashmats with a dull thud.

Bennett: That’s more like it, those crashmats don’t do shit to soften the blow on hard concrete! He’s gonna feel that for some time… and this is X-Division rules, so there’s no count-out, but Hamilton must get him back in the ring to pin or submit him… But it looks like the Titaness has other ideas on her mind!

Sure enough, Samantha has slipped out of the ring and approaches the timekeeper’s position, yelling for him to get up and grabbing his steel chair. She folds it as he returns to Reid’s side, the man slowly pushing himself back up to his hands and feet, shaking the dizziness away, Hamilton yells out his name to get his attention, Reid looks up… and gets a solid chair shot to the head for his troubles, the sickening, cracking impact heard over the wild cries of the crowd.

Carter: Jesus, a sickening impact with that steel chair! Are you happy now, Bennett, you sick son of a bitch!

Bennett: You bet I am, but keep my catchphrase out of your mouth unless you want a chair shot, too! Hit him again, Titaness!

Whether she heard the commentary team or not wasn’t clear, but Hamilton raised the chair in both hands and brought it smashing down on Xavier’s curved spine as he struggled to get back to his feet. Reid roars out in pain, body arched in agony as he tries to shuffle away before kicking back with a stiff leg, his foot driving into her knee with enough force to twist her leg to one side and bring her down to his level, chair clattering to the ground beside her. Xavier doesn’t let up, delivering equally stiff strikes with his fists and elbows, which the Titaness returns in kind, the two of them slugging it out on their knees, both determined to drive the other into the concrete.

Aiello: I don’t think any of us were expecting a straight wrestling match with these two, but even this brutal brawl is shocking as each competitor throws everything they have into their furious flurry of blows!

The furious exchange is slowing down when Reid suddenly goes low, burying a fist in Hamilton’s gut that has the US Champ doubling over, gasping. Wasting no time, he hooks an arm over her head and drives it to the mat with a modified spike DDT before collapsing to the floor beside her, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

Carter: Another sickening impact against those thin crashmats as Hamilton gets her head driven into the ground! If they keep this up, there will be blood - if not a concussion or two!

Reid is the first to get to his feet, the process slow and sluggish until he’s standing over Hamilon’s prone body, one hand cupping his aching cranium as he looks from her to the chair at her side. He slowly stoops to pick it up, holding it over her, judging the most punishing spot to attack. Smirking, he raises it vertically and drives the bar of the backrest deep against the underside of her knees.

Bennett: That’s it, Reid, show he what goes around comes around! Turn those kneecaps to powder!

Carter: Brutality aside, you have to admit Reid is a smart striker in this instance. He knows if he focuses his attention on her legs and knees, Hamilton won’t be able to execute the Wrath of the Titans, or even lock-in her Fall of Man triangle choke!

Aiello: Good point, Max… the Titaness was quick to deliver punishing chair shots, but Reid is exhibiting precision and focus with his.

Reid brings the chair down a few more times before dumping the crumpled chair over the barricade - that will be a fun souvenir for the fan who immediately picked it up - and bent down to grab a firm handful of Samantha’s hair, dragging her back to the apron and lifting her up until she’s propped against the ringpost, where he leaves her, still stunned and head hanging down. Reid then approaches the commentary table, his shouts being picked up by the microphones.

Reid: I want you guys and the GM backstage paying close attention, cos I’m about to show the world why I’m the only real choice for International Champion!

With that statement, Xavier turns and charges at Hamilton, delivering a devastating running punt that slams her head into the steel ringpost, dropping the Titaness like a sack of potatoes back to the mats.

Bennett: That Son o Bitch Reid not holding back, wanting to make a clear example of the Titaness to prove he belongs up there with her on Champions Row!

Reid stoops down again to lift up Hamilton’s barely conscious body, rolling her roughly back into the ring. He then takes a moment to pump up the crowd, throwing his hands up with every step he takes up the steel corner-stairs before vaulting over the top ropes and approaching his fallen opponent, bending down to pick her up and… the Titaness was playing possum! She hooks an arm around his neck, flipping him onto the mat as she scrabbles to get into position to apply the Fall of Man!!

Aiello: Oh man! Reid took too long getting back in the rins, giving Hamilton enough time to recover and knock him off his feet to lock in the triangle chokehold! But can she lock it in and maintain the hold with the punishment her knees have been subjected to…?

Reid is fresher than Hamilton, and refuses to stay still as the US Champ tries to roll him over for the chokehold, his fists driving into her ribs as his feet scrabble to plant against the mat and push off in the opposite direction. The damage to Hamilton’s knees is also apparent, as every time she tries to reach up and pull back on her leg to tighten the hold she has to release it moments later, cursing gruffly in pain until the combination of body blows and Reid’s escape tactics finally succeed, and he pulls himself free, scrambling back across the ring to regain his composure.

Carter: You’d have to think Hamilton might have had the match right there if Reid hadn’t had the hindsight to attack her knees earlier. But he also uses the triangle choke as a finisher, and you’ve got to wonder if he’s now thinking to further prove himself by putting Samantha away with the same submission.

Bennett: Screw that, the guy’s a showboat and he got what he deserved. My only regret is that the Titaness couldn’t put the smug bitch away.

Xavier is back in the corner, pulling himself up by the ropes into a crouched position, observing Hamilton as she likewise stirs and pulls herself up across the ring. When she’s at a high enough position he races towards he, brings his leg up for a running face wash - and the Titaness slips aside, causing him to drive his leg over the middle rope, his thigh and groin slamming into the ringpost! But she doesn’t stop there, dipping down to hook his leg and roll him back into a schoolboy pin! The ref gets into position and starts the count!

1….!





2….!





3 - NO!!

Xavier powers out at the last second rolling over and shifting into position to lock in his own Triangle Choke! He’s caught Hamilton completely off guard, she thought she had the match won! She tries to power out, but her legs keep giving out from under her as Reid wrenches down on her neck relentlessly, yelling at her to tap unless she wants to pass out! She’s hoarsely refusing, hammering at his arms and face, but he’s shrugging them off, determined to end it here and now as he blows get slower and more sluggish until… finally… her arms fall limply to her sides, and the ref calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via submission... XAVIER REID!

Aiello: Well, I guess you called it Carter, Reid really seemed determined to show everyone not only that he was championship material here tonight, but that he was the master of the triangle choke!

Carter: Yeah, what an amazing pin reversal that was! Hamilton put up a valiant effort, but you have to think maybe she sealed her fate the moment she introduced the steel chair to a match against someone as experienced and ring-smart as Xavier Reid. Once he focused on her legs, he took away all her most punishing moves, and from that moment on it was just a matter of outlasting her until he could lock-in the submission.

Bennett: This lucky Son o Bitch now has a non-title win over the US Champion, meaning he can claim a championship match in the near future, yet he’s also set his sights for the International Championship. Double-Crown, here comes Xavier Reid!!

Aiello: Who knows? Anything is possible in the EWC, but one thing is for sure - Reid has succeeded in proving he deserves both opportunities, should he so wish. But now we move on to the Main Event of the evening which, coincidentally, has the same premise as what we just witnessed here! Because if Darius can beat Scorpio in this non-title match, he gets a shot at the champ’s Undisputed title at Hardcore Revolution!

Camera cuts to ...

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The attention of the crowd and Reid is quickly drawn to the MacTron, where we see Jim Connors with a smile on his face.

Connors: Look at you go, Reid. You've had a lot to say about where you stand in the title picture as of late, but you've always been known to let your actions speak for themselves, haven't you?

We see a mere nod from Reid as Connors continues.

Connors: I figured as much. I've been keeping track of how people have been doing tonight, trying to determine who else to have compete for a shot at the International Championship come Hardcore Revolution. I've had my eye on a couple competitors to face off at MNB 557, but you Mr. Reid have staked your claim here tonight. As we've promoted with our main event, you would normally be afforded an opportunity to face the champion you just defeated in non-title action, but I think that, given your victory over Clay Byrd not that long ago, you might find a shot at the International Championship just a little more enticing...so congrats, you've punched your ticket for Philly!

The crowd pops for the announcement, a smirk on the face of Reid as we go back to commentary.


Aiello: What an announcement! Xavier Reid has earned himself a shot at the International Championship at Hardcore Revolution, but who will he face? We'll find that out soon enough, but up next is our main event! Don't go away, folks!

We move to a commercial break.

[MNB]

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BEAT THE CHAMP, EARN YOUR SHOT!
[SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE]
Darius
VS Scorpio

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Aiello: It's time for tonight's Main Event! Darius looks to prove himself tonight as he takes on the Undisputed Champion in non-title action, and fans and fellow wrestlers alike have been promising to keep a close eye on this match!

Carter: Darius looks to follow the footsteps of Samantha Hamilton, a woman he's had his own share of issues with in the past, to defeat the man that sits at the top of the food chain in EWC, but Scorpio looks to stop the hopes and dreams of Darius in one fell swoop!

Bennett: God save the 46th President of the United States, future Queen of England himself, for Scorpio will show no mercy in front of this hometown crowd tonight!

Stroup: The following match is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall! Joining us first...

"Let's burn it fucking down!" 

As soon as "Gasoline" by I Prevail begins to play, plumes of thick white smoke covers the stage, Darius and Elissa Bradley emerge from within, Darius holding Elissa with one hand, his bat in the other, and donning looks of absolute aggression and determination on both of their faces.

Stroup: Being accompanied to the ring by Elissa Bradley, he is from Albany, New York, weighing in at 265 lbs ... DARIUS!

Darius hypes himself up, slams the bat against the ramp a few times, then rushes down the ramp and slides into the ring. He leaps onto one of the turnbuckle and harasses the crowd for a moment, smacks the bat on the top of the ring post a few times, then holds the bat high into the air with one hand and throws devil horns up with his other hand as he waits for the match to begin.

Stroup: And his opponent...

'Hail To The Chief' plays and the crowd give a mixture of boos and cheers, knowing who's coming out. Slowly the four members of The President's Men, Scorpio's band of bodyguards, march out from the back and line the stage and ramp ahead of the 46th President's arrival. The final one waves the Star-Spangled Banner as the music fades...

Stroup: Please welcome, from London, England by way of Washington DC, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The 46th President of The United States'... 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet'... 'The Commander-In-Chief'... The allegedly 'true' EWC United States Champion AND The EWC Undisputed Champion... SCORPIO!

'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip, the other raised above his head with the Undisputed Championship in it, cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager.

The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The S-Factor'' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.

Aiello: There's an interesting atmosphere in the O2 Arena tonight, these fans both respecting the man from this city and despising his actions as of late. Can Darius overcome the odds, especially with the numbers game on the outside?

DING DING DING

The two men lock up at the opening bell, with Darius sending the champion to the ropes before looking for a clothesline on the rebound...but Scorpio ducks it, using the momentum to springboard off the ropes into a flying crossbody on Darius instead! Taunting his opponent, Scorpio stomps away at Darius targeting the shoulder. Darius is finally able to get to his feet, only to take a nasty neckbreaker from the S-Factor that drives him right back down to the canvas! The champion taunts Darius as he continues the attack, getting Darius back to his feet before sending him to the corner, climbing up after Darius bounces off and connecting with a Tornado DDT! With Darius down, Scorpio goes for the cover:

ONE!

TW--KICKOUT BY DARIUS!

Scorpio is none too pleased with this as Darius gets back to his feet, only for the S-Factor to hit a snap suplex, followed by a standing moonsault! Scorpio quickly goes for the cover again, looking to end this early!

ONE!

T--NO! DARIUS KICKS OUT AGAIN!


Aiello: Scorpio trying to cut Darius off from a future title shot, but Darius refusing to give up!

Bennett: It's just a matter of time before Darius finds out what so many others have before, Joe...you can't stop an executive decision from the President!

Scorpio shouts at Darius, telling him what the champ thinks about his efforts before hitting some right hands. Darius starts fighting back, and the two brawl into the corner where Darius takes control now with some hard rights of his own before sending the champ into the corner. Darius walks over, stomping away at the midsection before digging his heel into Scorpio's chin as the ref begins a count. Darius breaks things up at 3, chastising the ref as Scorpio recovers.

Darius turns his attention back to Scorpio, who grabs him by the neck before hitting a corkscrew neckbreaker! Scorpio's feeling quite confident in the damage, but just as a precaution he runs to the ropes, launching himself off for a springboard moonsault! LIP SYNC FOR YOUR LIFE--BUT DARIUS GOT HIS KNEES UP, DRIVING THEM INTO THE STERNUM OF SCORPIO!

The champ rolls to the outside, favoring his ribs as Darius gets back to his feet. Darius sees Crème coming to the aid of the S-Factor, and runs the ropes before launching himself to the outside! The champ and his compadre get taken down with that crazy dive from Darius, and after a moment the ref begins a count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Crème and Scorpio slowly get to their feet, Crème aiding the champ in getting back into the ring.

FOUR!

FIVE!

Darius slowly gets to his feet now, struggling as he tries to shrug off the pain to his shoulder.

SIX!

Darius rushes back into the ring, only for the champ to come at him with some hard right hands to the shoulder before locking in a hammerlock. Darius manages to power out of this, reversing into a headlock that brings Scorpio slowly down to the canvas. With the champ down, Darius goes to work on the back of Scorpio with some stomps before lifting him back up, connecting with a DDT!


Aiello: What impact from that DDT by Darius! He's looking to wear the champ down to get the win tonight.

Bennett: Yeah, well he's gonna have to do more than that to take Scorpio down...a helluva lot more!

Darius sets up in the corner, taunting Scorpio to get up so he can finish things off with the Hunter's Mark...but Crème steps up on the apron, as though pleading with Darius not to go through with it! Elissa comes around, dropping Crème off the apron with his head smacking against it on the way down! This seems to be a cue for the President's Men, as one by one they slide into the ring to stop this match by any means necessary. Darius is able to fight each of them off, running them out of the ring before turning his attention to Scorpio...WHO DROPS DARIUS WITH THE AGR! Scorpio with the cover now:

ONE!

TWO!

THR--KICKOUT!

Scorpio is beside himself, arguing with the ref that this should've been a three count. As he tries to execute his "duty as the President" on the matter, Darius slowly gets to his feet. Scorpio turns his attention back to Darius...WHO SENDS SCORPIO TO THE CORNER WITH A BIG BOOT! The crowd are losing their mind as Darius connects with an impaler DDT! GRAY MATTER! Darius gets the cover, could this be it!?

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Darius has done it! He's beaten the champ tonight, and the crowd are on their feet at the implications of this as the ref calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... DARIUS!

Scorpio manages to get back to his feet, and after a moment looks absolutely livid as he yells at the ref that he kicked out at two! Meanwhile, the President's Men rush back into the ring to go after Darius, but he's already hightailed it out of the ring and is halfway back up the ramp with Elissa.

Aiello: I don't believe it, folks! Darius has done the seemingly unthinkable tonight, beating Scorpio to officially earn a shot at the Undisputed Championship at Hardcore Revolution!

Bennett: I don't believe it either, Joe...Scorpio's shoulder was up! This is an injustice that will not be tolerated!

Carter: I don't know about that Steve, it's pretty clear to me that Darius managed to beat the champ clean as a whistle in the middle of that ring!

Bennett: Well maybe it's time you get some damn glasses, son! This is a damn travesty!

Aiello: You can try to argue what may or may not have happened Steve, but the proof is right there before our eyes. Our main event for Hardcore Revolution has now been set, and we will see Darius take on Scorpio for the top prize in the business! What a night this has been, folks. For Steve Bennett and Max Carter, I'm Joe Aiello wishing you all the best as we march down the road to Hardcore Revolution. So long, everyone!

The last thing we see is Darius pointing and laughing at the champ, letting him know that he's got his number and that he'll see him in Philly as the show comes to a close.

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: Darius
MATCH TWO: MNB
MATCH THREE: MNB
MATCH FOUR: Morgan Darkwater
MAIN EVENT: MNB

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SEGMENTS

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Ibuki Ito
David Miller
Karver
Xavier Reid


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RECAP OF WINNERS

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MATCH 1
Tank
VS The Armenian Beast
WINNER via pinfall: Tank

MATCH 2
Bosa
VS "La Belicista" Isabella
WINNER via pinfall: Bosa

MATCH 3
NO ЯEGERTS & Ursus
VS The Southern Express & David Scott
WINNERS via submission: The Southern Express & David Scott

MATCH 4
Xavier Reid
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
WINNER via submission: Xavier Reid

MAIN EVENT
Darius
VS Scorpio
WINNER via pinfall: Darius

BRAWL #556 MVP: Darius

BRAWL #556 MATCH OF THE NIGHT): Darius VS Scorpio

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