MNB #557 - CHICAGO

[MNB]

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 #557 | JUNE 8TH 2020

LIVE! from the United Center in Chicago, Illinois

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 #556 in London.

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, 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.



We take a look around inside of the United Center and see the electricity! 

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.

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

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

"IT'S TIME FOR A REVOLUTION"

"WHO WILL BREAK THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP CURSE?"

"I WANNA SEE SOMEONE THROWN OFF A TRAIN PIER"

"DIE HARD DAVID SCOTT...WITH A VENGEANCE"

"BEWARE THE POSSE"

and "A BRAWL FOR ALL MANKIND"

The camera pans around the United Center 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 compatriots Max Carter and Steve Bennett, and we are coming to you from the beautiful United Centre in Chicago for the final MNB before we head to Philly for Hardcore Revolution!

Carter: That's right Joe, we're building toward what looks to be an exciting event, a Brawl exclusive for the first time, and tonight we'll see the card take shape with a double main event to determine who faces Xavier Reid at Hardcore Revolution for the vacated International Championship! Callie Clark takes on Iggy Swango and David Scott faces Gabrielle Visconty in a pair of matches where everyone involved is looking to prove themselves!

Bennett: Hell yeah, we're gonna see some rough and tough action to see who's heading to Philly for a shot at that strap! We've also got one hell of a triple threat match, featuring the man who awaits the results of these matches squaring off against an up and coming superstar and the Undisputed Champion, when Xavier Reid, Alexander Cage, and Scorpio face off in a Navy Pier Street Fight!

Aiello: What a match that will be, for sure! We also have tag team action tonight as the Premium Posse of Jamie Matthews and Carter Normandy face off against The Southern Express just two days before they get the opportunity to see who becomes number one contender to the Tag Team Championship! A lot of shuffling has happened over the past week, both for tonight and at FSW, but we will now get to see who the better team is over the course of the next three nights overall!

Carter: Rounding out the in-ring action is our first match of the evening, as old rivals collide in a battle of respect before they each get ready for their respective battles against Scorpio in the near future! Darius will face him at Hardcore Revolution with the Undisputed Championship on the line, and Samantha Hamilton will defend her United States Championship in a rematch against the man proclaiming to be the 46th President of the United States!

Bennett: Hail to the chief, baby! Before those two head down that road to ruin, they'll face each other in an X-Division Rules match that I'm sure Mr. President himself will be keeping a very close eye on, even as he's preparing for the Navy Pier Street Fight! Before we get started with the exciting action on Brawl, we're going to take a look at what went down earlier this afternoon, when Rafe White took on FSW's Mercenary in a hard-hitting bout!

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Before the featured match of the evening, a new signee to Brawl arrived to the ring to issue an open challenge. Calling himself Damian, he defied anyone on the roster to come down to face him...only for the crowd in Chicago to give a big pop for El Gran Azul making his way to the ring to answer the challenge! Damian laughed at the rotund luchador, but Azul promised to give it his all...sadly, it wasn't enough to overcome the challenge of the dominant threat of Damian the Holy, who decimated the Great Blue Luchador with ease before planting Azul with the God Maker.

After the short match, Damian promised he would make a further statement at Hardcore Revolution when he makes his official EWC debut! Damian left the ring, allowing medical staff to check on Azul before the ring was prepared for our featured match...

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[SINGLES MATCH]
Rafe White
VS Mercenary

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This was an exciting contest to say the least, as the returning Rafe White took on FSW's tough hombre Mercenary in a clash of styles from the opening bell! Mercenary got the early advantage on White, working him over to prove that he was not afraid of him...but Rafe's claim of faith began to manifest in a wave of momentum as he countered with a flurry of offense all his own. The closing moments of this match came after a Death Valley Driver from Mercenary, who looked ready to put Rafe away with the Gravedigger Drop...only for the so-called Sage to counter with a reverse DDT, taunting the big man as Mercenary got back to his feet...DIVINE INTERVENTION! Rafe with a nasty elbow to the skull of Mercenary, making the cover and getting a win!

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Winner via pinfall: Rafe White

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[MNB]

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REVISITING OLD RIVALRIES!
[SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE, X-DIVISION RULES]

Darius
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

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Aiello: Welcome back, folks! Our opening match sees the number one contender to the Undisputed Championship take on the reigning United States Champion in non-title action under X-Division rules!

Bennett: Things are gonna get violent real quick, and I have a feeling this might steal the show!

Carter: These two have had their share of battles, and tonight it's about a mutual respect in their different paths that lead to the same opponent in Scorpio! 

As cameras fade to a shot of the ring, Jessica beams for the crowd while bringing the microphone up into place.

Jessica Stroup: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall to a finished under X-Division rules.

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.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing first, from Albany, New York, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and sixty-five pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Elissa Bradley … 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 before asking for the microphone from Stroup.

Darius: I know, I know, I know. Everyone here is ready to see Sammy and I absolutely beat the holy hell out of each other, but I need just a moment to speak. So Sam, I know you're back there and ready to make your entrance, but give me a minute. I need to speak to a very important member of the EWC roster, a man you and I have both handed a loss to ... The man I face at Hardcore Revolution!

Darius turns to the hard camera side of the ring and leans on the top rope, looking directly into the camera in the crowd.

Darius: Scorpio ... I don't have a lot of time here, so let me cut to the chase. Our match at Hardcore Revolution does not have a stipulation and I'm here to rectify that issue. At Stranglemania, I was put into a match that clearly favored Clay Byrd. Is that an excuse for losing? No, it is not, but the fact is still there; that was absolutely meant for a cowboy and not for me. I won't let that same injustice happen again.

So I'm here now to lay down the challenge. I want a match I've been in before, six times to be exact, just not here in the EWC. I want a match I know my way around, and I want a match that won't be your standard "first to gain pinfall or submission". I want bodies to be broken, I want destruction, and I want chaos ...

So Scorpio ... if you have the balls to accept ... at Hardcore Revolution, you and I will go one on one ... man to man ... for the Undisputed championship...

Darius grins widely.

Darius: ...in a tables ... ladders ... and chairs match!

The crowd pops loudly to the challenge issued to the champion!

Darius: No pinfalls, no submissions, no count outs or disqualifications! The firs to climb the ladder and claim the championship hanging from above the ring wins. You've pinned me once before and I've pinned you once. Let's change it up. I truly hope you accept, just don't take too long to respond.

Darius hands the microphone back to Stroup and looks to the entrance ramp...

“Hail To The Chief” blasts over the speakers to great boos from the crowd as a smirk appears on Darius’ face. The MacTron comes to life bearing the Seal of The 46th President (an eagle holding a lipstick and a high heel in its talons), before it opens to Scorpio sat at a desk in his locker room reminiscent of The Oval Office. Behind him stand Crème de la Crème and the four members of The President’s Men…

Scorpio: An interesting offer… would I like to wrestle Darius in Darius’ signature match type? Gee, Crème, I wonder, shall I accept?

He raises a single eyebrow before grinning widely.

Scorpio: The reply is simple; Darius, this is my federation and you are simply getting your fifteen minutes of fame in it… so frankly my dear… go fuck your little suggestion… absolutely not!

Without another word the MacTron fades out and the fans are booing even louder than ever. Darius looks pissed off in the ring as he stares at the screen where Scorpio just was, shaking his head…

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in tonight at one-hundred and forty-five pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Joseph “Orion” Hunter. She is the current EWC United States Champion … SAMANTHA … “TITANESS” … 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 EWC United States Championship. A sense of determination and resolve can be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a stern and serious expression, her attention focused on Darius, she doesn’t ignore any fans or supporters. Every now and again, she'll give a wave or slight smirk. Keeping her eyes on the man in the ring, Hamilton ascends the steps to the apron and steps over the ropes, allowing the official to come and retrieve the belt while Elissa and Joseph acknowledge each other on the outside.

DING DING DING

Before the bell can finish, Darius lunges across the ring, aiming a stiff lariat for the back of Hamilton’s head. Sensing the ambush, Hamilton turns and shoves Darius chest-first into the corner, but Darius just wheels with a big right. As Hamilton snaps back, Darius follows with a forearm to the side of the head, then a hard clothesline to take the Titaness down. Laying the boots to her, Darius pulls Hamilton to her feet before scooping her up and tossing her into the ropes, letting her crumple to the mat. Reaching down, he grabs a handful of hair and forces Hamilton’s throat across the bottom rope. He rears back for a stomp, but Hamilton rolls out to the apron at the last second.

Darius bends through the ropes and looks to grab her, but Hamilton catches him with a throat thrust, dazing him long enough to pull herself up and hit a knee drop across the back of his head, guillotining him on the rope. Darius recoils back into the ring, coughing and gasping, while Hamilton slowly climbs back into the ring. Getting to her feet, she pulls him up as well and whips him to the corner. Building a head of steam, Hamilton drills Darius with a running big boot that sends him slumping into the lower turnbuckles. Grabbing the rope for leverage, Hamilton stomps down on him a few times, before grabbing him by the feet and pulling him up and out with an alley-oop powerbomb. Sitting out with the move, the Titaness kicks her legs over his shoulders for the cover.

One!

Darius lurches up at the last second. Getting to her feet, Hamilton drags him up and slips behind, lifting him into an atomic drop across the top rope, earning a sympathetic “Oooh” from the crowd as Darius’ eyes widen in pain. While he’s stunned, Hamilton backs into the corner and hoists herself onto the middle turnbuckle, coming off with a flying clothesline that sends Darius toppling over backward, bouncing off the apron and landing on the floor with a thud.

Elissa rounds the corner and calls out to him, obviously concerned, but keeps her distance as does Joseph on the far side. As Darius begins to push himself up, Hamilton rolls out to the floor and grabs a handful of hair, only for Darius to pop up with a body punch, then a back elbow of his own, snapping Hamilton upright and allowing him to get a hand around her throat. Before Hamilton can react, Darius powers her up and chokeslams her down across the edge of the apron. Darius takes a second to catch his breath before pushing up to his feet and moving over to the ring, whipping back the apron and rummaging around in the space underneath.

He takes a second to glance at the bat laying in his corner, but chooses what lies beneath, that being a bulky burlap sack. The fans at ringside grow restless as the toys begin to come out. Going under again, Darius drags the corner of a table into view before Hamilton rolls onto her stomach, showing signs of life. Darius returns to the scattered debris, pulling the table up onto its side and setting it up before moving over to the sack. A smile begins to shape itself across his face as he dips a hand into the bag and pulls out a glittering shower of thumbtacks, spreading them along the mats.

Carter: Oh my, the tacks are out tonight!

Bennett: This match just got all the more interesting!

Tossing the sack up onto the apron, Darius walks over to Hamilton and pulls her up, hooking the Titaness for a snap suplex onto the tacks, but Hamilton blocks it by dropping to a knee. Pulling her back up, Darius tries for a second attempt, but Hamilton reaches down to scoop him up by the legs and drive him down with a spinebuster right in the center of the pile! Darius lurches and flails, rolling away in agony and giving the camera a close-up look at the dozens of thumbtacks protruding from his back. Hamilton gets to her feet and takes a second to lean against the guardrail, trying to catch her breath and ease the pain in her own back before following Darius, who has grabbed hold of the apron and is using it to pull himself up.

Back on his feet, Darius grabs her by the head and slams it down on the table, then again, then a third time, before scooping her up onto his shoulder and running towards the post, looking to crush the Titaness. At the last second, Hamilton slides off behind him and shoves him forward, but Darius grabs the post and swings around, using the momentum to dive under the ropes and back into the ring. Sliding in herself, Hamilton gets to her feet and meets Darius at center ring, the two of them trading elbows and forearms before Darius brings a knee up into Hamilton’s gut. Grabbing her around the head, Darius takes a few steps before driving her down with a bulldog. Before she can recover, he pulls her back to her feet and under-hooks both arms, snapping Hamilton up and around into the Morrow Bomb, kicking his legs over her arms for the cover.

One!

Two!

Shoving her away, Darius gets to his feet, trying to roll out the pain in his back and shoulders, but failing, his teeth clenched in a seethe. Backing into the ropes, he leaps up to drop a knee across Hamilton’s skull, then rolls quickly up to his feet to drop a second one. At the near corner, Joseph slaps the apron, calling out to Hamilton who tries to roll away and get to all fours, but Darius rears back and drops a fist down into the back of her head. Pulling the Titaness to her feet, Darius drags her to the corner and scoops her up into a snake eyes, dropping her face first into the top buckle, then charging in from behind with a corner clothesline, crushing her against the pads. Spinning her around, Darius drills her with a right hand, then another, and another, beating the Titaness down into the lower turnbuckles and following up with a series of hard stomps to the face and chest.

Crouching down, Darius cocks his head and smiles at Hamilton, before grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her out of the slump, dragging her to her feet and scooping her up onto his shoulder again, this time only to hang her upside down in a tree of woe. Making sure Hamilton’s feet are secured, Darius rolls out of the ring and grabs hold of the bat, raising it in the air for a pop from the crowd before reaching around the ring post from the outside and pulling it up against her throat, using it to choke the air out of the Titaness’ lungs and bend back her spine at the same time!

Hamilton painfully pulls herself up using the ropes, and manages to release her feet, dropping limply to the canvas. Darius slides back into the ring, looking to take advantage of the situation, but Hamilton lurches out with a kick to the front of his knee, causing him to fall forward into an upward kick with the other leg, splitting Darius’ lip. Finally pulling herself back up using the ropes and catching her breath, the Titaness drops down and rolls to the floor, kicking some of the tacks aside and pushing the table out of the way to duck down and check beneath the ring herself. More toys join the collection, including a biker chain, a couple of steel chairs and Hamilton’s own bread and butter, a sledgehammer. The sight of the latter brings another roar of anticipation from the packed crowd.

Rolling back under the ropes with hammer in hand, Hamilton gets to her feet and approaches Darius just as he makes it up to all fours. In a cruel mirror image, the Titaness immediately wraps her arms around his head and sinks in a modified version of the Exile to Tartarus, using the solid handle of the hammer to increase the pressure of the choke. Falling to a knee, Darius begins to fade as Elissa calls to him from outside the ring.

Straining, Hamilton puts all her strength into squeezing the life out of Darius, but somehow, he manages to lunge forward towards the corner, diving between the top and middle buckles, leaving Hamilton to smash face first into the upper, the hammer falling free as she staggers back. Collapsing to his knees, Darius clutches at his throat and gasps for breath, while Hamilton reaches up to wipe at the blood smearing the lower part of her face. The sight of her own blood seems to reinvigorate the Titaness as she rushes in with a knee strike to the back of Darius’ head, smashing it off the middle buckle. Pulling him up to his feet, Hamilton hooks his head and tries to run up the first couple of buckles, looking for a shiranui, but Darius shoves her off and over the ropes, sending her through the table!

Slumped against the ropes, Darius stares down at Hamilton with a bloody grin, almost laughing to himself before dropping to his knees and collapsing to his back, momentarily exhausted while Hamilton lies motionless on the floor.

Aiello: What an absolute war this has been so far, and we've only just started the night off!

Painfully rolling onto her side, Hamilton coughs and spits, struggling to get to her hands as knees amongst the shards of metal and wood. Joseph calls to her from the near corner, while Elissa does the same with Darius, who begins to sit up in the ring. Crawling to the guardrail, Hamilton uses it to force herself to a stand, obviously disoriented. In the ring, Darius gets to his feet and sees the Titaness leaning against the barrier. Backing into the ropes, he builds up a head of steam across the ring and launches himself through the ropes with a suicide dive, only for Hamilton to suddenly bend down and grab one of the chairs, bringing it up with a two-handed swing into the side of his head!

Darius slams into the guardrail and collapses to the mats in a heap, as Hamilton staggers back and collapses against the guardrail, the chair falling from her hand. The ringside crowd recoils with a cringing “Ohhh” as Elissa looks on with concern, pacing near her corner of the ring while Hamilton just stares down at Darius. Catching her breath, she tries to pull Darius up, but the man is out cold, forcing the Titaness to drag him over to the apron and deadlift him up onto the apron, shoving him under the ropes and into the ring. Rolling in behind, Hamilton forgoes the cover and instead drops down in front of his head, pulling the unconscious Darius into the Fall of Man. The official kneels down and reaches for Darius’ arm, but immediately sees it’s completely limp and drops it, turning to just signal for the bell.

DING DING DING

Both Elissa and Joseph slide into the ring, moving to their respective partner’s side as the bell sounds.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner … SAMANTHA … “TITANESS” … HAMILTON!

Aiello: Wow, what a match! These two left it all in the ring tonight, proving they're more than ready to deal with Scorpio in the future...but it was the Titaness who pulled off the win!

Bennett: You'd better believe the President is enjoying the damage these two just did to each other! Not that he needs the assistance, but they'll both be easy pickin's when the time is right!

Carter: God, look at the carnage in that ring. What a match, what an effort from Darius, and what a win for the United States Champion!

Aiello: Folks, we're gonna take some time to get all of this cleaned up, but when we come back we're going to see Premium Posse take on The Southern Express in tag team action! Don't go away!

Ringside staff continue to check on both participants as we move to a commercial break.

[MNB]

EWC is currently airing Monday Night Brawl, and what a night it has been so far. The fans have enjoyed an action filled night, and are sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting in anticipation for the next match or segment to take place. While the fans wait, the lights inside the arena start to dim as everyone turns their attentions to the video screens in the arena as they start to fade on. Meanwhile, at home our screens are interrupted as suddenly our screens go black. We just hear the sound of rain and thunder. Suddenly a few words flash upon our screen....

'Everybody has gone through something that has changed them in a way that they could never go back to the person they once were."

The words soon fade from the black screen, and again we can just hear the faint sounds of rain and thunder as slowly "This Night' by black lab begins to play over our screen. As it does...

…STATIC…BUZZARDS CAWING…STATIC….

...The song continues to play as we now find ourselves deep inside what appears to be a graveyard. Resting upon a hill, abandoned, gothic in nature, is a church. We see it in the distance.

We begin to make our way towards this church. Passing several tombstones, which are then followed by empty graves with no tombstones, until we have done it, we have reached the abandoned church, and then suddenly....

…STATIC…BUZZARDS CAWING…STATIC….

...we are inside the church as the song can still be heard playing amonst the backdrop of rain over our screen. A few broken benches, amongst a couple of fully intact ones covered in webs, fill the room. Candles randomly cover the room. Sheddling light in dark areas that the moon light which crashes in from the broken windows, can't cover. The camera inches closer towards the alter of this church where a few faint candles rest, and behind it a dark shadow. As we approach that shadow thunder roars, cutting off the song. We now just hear the roar of the thunder and the rain hitting the church, as lighting flashes through the cracks in the wall and windows. As we continue to approach the altar we are now greeted by a dark sinister voice over.

DARK VOICE OVER: Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred. How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now are consumed by greed, lust, hatred, and the need to succeed at any cost. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?

As those last words 'is it your name' are spoken over the screen, a figure starts to step out from the darkness. The faint light from the candles shine a light upon the figure revealing who it is. It is non-other than the man known as the Apex Predator, The Slayer of Worlds...AXEL ZANE! Axel steps foward amongst the candles, standing tall as the camera views upwards at him and a sinister smirk appears on the face of Axel. The voice over finishes up.

DARK VOICE OVER: The man who hears a thousand voices in his head, and speaks a thousand truths. The Apex Predator. The slayer of these dreadful world. He is coming. Axel Zane...is coming.

We get one last look upon Axel Zane as he stands upon that altar. The flames showcasing his figure, as the rain and lighting hits above this dark and abandoned church. Axel's smirk is the last thing we see before static consumes our screens again and we are return to safe place. We are returned to live Monday Night Brawl action.

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A SHOWCASE OF POTENTIAL CONTENDERS!
[TAG TEAM MATCH]

Premium Posse
VS The Southern Express

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Aiello: Welcome back to Brawl! We've got a great tag team match coming at you!

Carter: As you know, this was supposed to be a triple threat tag team match between the Premium Posse, The Porter Company, and the Diamond Dogs. However, last Sunday night Dominic Sanders sustained some serious injuries in the Crazy Train Match during Prime's World Wide II pay-per-view, thus dropping the Diamond Dogs from this match.

Bennett: And those silly sons-of-bitches The Porter Company done got their asses fired!

Aiello: So, in order to give you guys a quality match, Jim Conners has replaced the four men with The Southern Express. Should be a good one!

Stroup: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

On the MacTron, the words -HERE THEY COME- are displayed as "The Boys in the Bright White Sports Car" begins. Matthews and Normandy roll out in a white 1996 Chevrolet Corvette convertible. Normandy is driving and has a big smirk behind his mustache. Matthews is in the passenger seat but sitting up high on the top. He's got sunglasses on and a black bandana wrapped around his head. He's acting cool and flashing "gangsta" signs, crossing his arms and leaning sideways as the crowd boos them.

Stroup: Introducing first from a place called "Slick Avenue"... weighing in at a loosely estimated seven hundred and fifty-five pounds... the six time Off Television Tag Team Champions of Virginia and the three time nominated WJKV Men of the Year ... PREMIUM POSSE!!!

The car stops halfway down the ramp. Matthews leans down and presses a button on the radio. The entrance music changes to "Pretty Fly For A White Guy" and the lighting suddenly switches with strobes and lasers flying everywhere at the top of the ramp. Matthews jumps out of the car and starts strutting towards the ring. Normandy calmly gets out and adjusts the collar on his expensive suit and starts walking past the car. He stops to polish a spot. Matthews is by the ring now and throws his bandana into the crowds then slides in the ring. Normandy removes his suit jacket and throws it over his shoulder. He walks the rest of the way to the ring GQ style with his eyebrows arched and a big shit eating grin on his mustached face. He brushes off each stair step then climbs them. He walks through the ropes then takes a hanger to flip his jacket on it, hanging it on the ring post. He looks at Matthews, who is doing an incredibly silly two-step shuffle while blowing kisses and winking to the females in the audience. Normandy rolls up his sleeves and tries to talk strategy with his partner who's too busy dancing away to notice.

Aiello: This is an unorthodox pairing, to say the least.

Carter: It is, but they work! They are 1-0 after defeating a long-standing team in the EWC, S.T.

Bennett: Normally, I would say that don't mean shit. But I like these two cocky sons-of-bitches and would love to see them beat the piss out of Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine!

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.

Stroup: Their opponents... Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love... from Nashville, Tennessee... Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!

Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high-five with the fans as they walk to the ring. Bunny marches up the stairs and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes, heading to opposite corners. They each climb up to the middle turnbuckle to toss out bandanas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring pointing to both Bobby and Jimmy.

Bennett: Lot of fucking bandanas with this group.

Aiello: Southern Express has found themselves to be very successful, thus far. They made it to the semi-finals of the Tag Team Championship tournament just a few weeks ago. There is no question they want to find themselves in the picture once more.

Bennett: Lot of fucking nasty old man sweat.

Carter: They sure do still have what it takes, despite having in in the game for forty years!

Bennett: Nasty, gross geriatric sweat.

Carter: Would you get over it?!

DING DING DING

Bobby and Carter started the match off. They went back and forth in the middle of the ring for a bit, fairly evenly matched. Carter finally got the upper hand when his youth showed, looking to prove a point against the veteran. Bobby went for a back body drop after an Irish whip, but he ducked down way too soon. Taking advantage of this, Carter drove a double axe handle into Bobby’s back, dropping him to his knees. Carter dragged Bobby over to his corner and tagged Matthews into the match. Matthews hopped over the top rope and drove Bobby down with a DDT. He covered.

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TWO!!
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But he was only able to get a two count. He went to work on the much bigger man, holding his own as he uses his speed to his advantage with a flurry of offense on Bobby. Hitting some decent kicks on the veteran, Matthews began to get more and more cocky in his actions before hitting a dropkick that sends Bobby down to the canvas hard. Matthews eventually made a mistake when he went to the top rope looking for a splash on Bobby, who rolled out of the way and crawled towards his corner.

Aiello: Ouch, nobody home!

Bennett: Sorry son-of-a-bitch!

Bobby tagged Jimmy into the match. Jimmy came in and immediately went to work on Matthews, playing the power game to keep the high flyer grounded. He picked the small man up and scoop-slammed him back to the mat. He went off of the ropes and dropped a leg across Matthews’ chest. Feeling confident, he taunted Matthews before walking back over to his corner where he tagged Bobby back into the match. Southern Express looked as if they’re going to go for the Good Night Chicago, but Carter sprinted into the ring and chopped Jimmy’s knee out from under him to keep the Posse's dreams alive in this match.

Carter: Great save by Carter Normandy there.

Carter tried to drag Jimmy out of the ring, but Jimmy shoved Carter with his good foot through the ropes and to the floor hard. Jimmy stumbled to his feet, shaking his knee out. Bobby still stood on the apron before Jimmy set Matthews up for the Good Night Chicago. He lifted Matthews up, Bobby springboarded off of the ropes, and they connected with the move! Bobby covered Matthews.

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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here are your winners via pinfall… THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!

Aiello: Another impressive victory by the Southern Express.

Carter: These two are on a collision course with the Diamond Dogs for the Tag Team Championships.

Bennett: Don’t make a damn! Dominic Sanders could beat these two old fucks by himself. Ain’t need no damn Ace King neither!

Aiello: I'm not sure about that one Steve, but I do know that I'm hearing that one of our competitors in the next match is standing by with a message from the downtown area!

We cut to...

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The camera cuts to guerrilla style footage outside on E. Grand Ave as a group of protesters dressed in Guy Fawkes masks, hats and caps are seen flooding the streets, they begging to mark towards the Navy Pier

Walking from a side street the camera finds Xavier Reid as he walks out in front of the group and leads them east towards the Navy Pier. Joining Xavier as he did in his promo is Rex Bailey from the Chi-Town Wrestling Podcast

Rex Bailey: I am here live on the streets of Chicago as Xavier Reid heads towards the Navy Pier for tonight’s Navy Pier Street Fight against EWC Undisputed Champion Scorpio and EWC Newcomer Alexander Cage, Xavier your thoughts about tonight’s opponents…

Xavier doesn’t look at Rex but continues to march towards the pier

Xavier Reid: Alexander Cage likes to talk about the scars from his past battles outside the EWC well let me tell you about the scars I have from the EWC, you can talk about all these crazy insane matches you’ve had elsewhere but they don’t mean shit to us...you are judged by what you’ve done here and Alexander that’s not much. You go out of your way to pat yourself on the back talking about the real Cage but the man I saw, he came up short in a X-Division Rules match...the same X-Division you want to rule, you see I’ve seen that act from Chuck Gacy and at least he walked out of that match the winner, you, you were face down on the mat unable to break up the pin...Cage if you have been paying attention then you would have seen me take the best Chuck Gacy had to offer and continue to get up and beat him TWICE...you, you were laid out with a facebuster...so tell us all about how tough you are again...

You watched my match against Samantha and the only thing you came away with was she has a flaw that you’re too smart to fall for...once again you were face down in the ring unable to continue but yes talk about Samantha Hamilton, the US Champions flaws...see you missed one GIANT ass thing Cage, two EWC stars trying to tear each other apart, not willing to give an inch in that match. Samantha, she doesn’t like me and the feeling mutual but there is respect amongst us...I know when I step into the ring with her it’s going to be a war...you want to question if I’m ready to handle a Navy Pier Street Fight, are you kidding me or are you just stupid...

Maybe it’s just plain ignorance, I’ve been inside the Night of Champions Insanity Cage, went inside Rage in the Cage twice with Ace King, Main Evented StrangleMania against Dominic Sanders inside Hell in a Cell and won the X-Division Championship for a SECOND TIME in Weapons X...you want to question my hardcore credibility...maybe you should have followed your own advice Cage and instead of watching your old clips against hacks on YouTube you should have pulled up my history here in the EWC and then you would have known what you’re about to face out there on that pier...see I was simply going to toss your ass out into the water before I heard the stupidity coming out your mouth but now...now I’m going to beat you senseless Cage and expose you for the wannabe X-Division hack you are and send your ass back to wrestling D-Level ‘stars’ on shows nobody gives a damn about because I’ll be damn if I let a piece of shit like you get anywhere near the X-Division Championship...

The crowd continues to march towards the Navy Pier

Xavier Reid: And as for you Mr. President I’ve been waiting a long time to avenge that night in Long Beach...it haunts me still to this day. I was the X-Division Champion that lost to you in a X-Division match...I still haven’t recovered from that moment Scorpio and the only way I can get past it is beating your Presidential ass all over the Navy Pier night in Chicago...you where all too happy to toss that loss in my face in your Presidential Address leading up to this match, to dismiss my ‘two high-level wins’, one of them being against the very lady that currently holds ‘your’ US Championship, the one that rip away that piece of gold and now controls one of the three branches of power here in the EWC...

You like that moron Cage want to dismiss the fact that I caught Samantha Hamilton in that choke while making the case that ‘you won’t make the same mistake’ who are you trying to convince, me or yourself...see it comes out of nowhere, I didn’t catch Sam in it because she’s lazy I caught her in it because I can catch anyone at anytime in that choke and once it’s in you can either tap or pass out...your choice Mr. President...I could care less, all I care about is completing the hat trick, wins over the International, US and Undisputed Champions...to beat you and earn myself a shot at that big gold championship...to be the one that replaces you in office Scorpio...

You’ve been off your game Scorpio, not quite the same ‘Baddest Bitch on the Planet’ that you use to be and I don’t like that...I don’t want you to be able to make excuses after I beat you...I wanted you at your best and yet I’m getting the champ that lost to Samantha Hamilton and the champ that lost to Darius, the walls are closing in on your presidency Scorpio and I’m not sure your head is in this Street Fight, you seem to be just going through the motions of a man that knows it’s all coming to an end...a President unable to stop the unrest all around him...a man looking for a back door out of the oval office…

The Navy Pier comes into view, all lit up and ready to go for tonight’s Navy Pier Street Fight

Xavier Reid: Tonight Jim Connors wants a Navy Pier Street Fight and that’s just what I’m going to give him, I’m not going to stop until we destroy every damn show, stand and structure on the Navy Pier, these people behind me, they scream out for change, they march for a better tomorrow and I will lead them to both...2020 has been a God awful year for everyone, me include but tonight we all turn the corner and being to savage this shitty year...and do so by matching to the Navy Pier and beating the living hell out of Scorpio and Alexander Cage…

Rex Bailey falls in line with the rest of the protesters as they continue to match towards the Navy Pier…

Rex Bailey: I shoot it back to the Monday Night Brawl crew as we make our way towards the navy Pier and this Street Fight...

We move to a commercial break.

[MNB]

Aiello: What a night we’ve been having so far folks, and there’s still more to go!

Carter: In a few moments we’ll be heading to Navy Pier where The Undisputed Champion will be taking on Xavier Reid and Alexander Cage, and then we’re onto the main events as four of Brawl’s best compete in two matches to challenge for the vacant International Championship at Hardcore Revolution…

Bennett: Those are gonna be three great contests filled with seven hardcore sons and daughters o’ bitches!

Aiello: First though I’m just receiving word that our General Manager could be on the move…

We head backstage to Jim Connors’ office as the door flies open and Connors comes walking out, a series of men and women in suits following him. The people with him have folders and briefcases, a number of them displaying the logos of the EWC’s legal department. The camera follows Connors as he walks through the backstage corridors, and Bob Murray comes jogging in trying to keep up with the GM.

Murray: Mr Connors! Mr Connors! Where are you headed?

Connors: Bob my friend, you’ll see all in good time…

He offers a wink to Murray before patting him on the shoulder before he and the group of suited individuals head through to the parking lot, all climbing into the back of a black sedan…

Carter: Connors is leaving the arena! What does this mean?

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NAVY PIER STREET FIGHT!
[TRIPLE THREAT MATCH, NON-TITLE, FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE]

Xavier Reid
VS Alexander Cage
VS Scorpio

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Aiello: Here we go, folks! Three men enter the Navy Pier, but only one will walk out the winner of this Street Fight!

Bennett: What a beautiful mess this is gonna be, especially for Xavier Reid and Alexander Cage!

We see someone at the main entrance of the Chicago Children's Museum, a ring bell at the ready as all three men are ready to start the match with the ref calling for the bell to kick us off!

DING DING DING

Cage and Reid immediately charge at the Undisputed Champion, not so much as an alliance as a mutual interest in the man with the biggest target on his back in this match! Scorpio fends them off before sending Cage straight into one of the stone benches! He turns his attention to Xavier Reid, the two exchanging lefts and rights before Reid sends Scorpio toward the museum entrance...but instead of hitting the door, he runs right into a hapless patron making their exit from the building! They both fall to the ground after the collision, allowing Reid to grab the S-Factor before the two start brawling, and they along with the ref make their way into the museum itself for just a moment before we see a security guard essentially kick them out for loitering.

Amazed by the insanity of the sight, Cage quickly takes advantage of the chaos by going for a quick roll up on Scorpio...only for Reid to immediately break it up! Reid and Cage start brawling on the ground now, before the champion sends Reid into the stone bench...followed by Cage for good measure! Scorpio notices the nearby bike rental shop, and immediately grabs a bike before taking off as he yells "Let's see you try to beat your President now, you plebs!" Staring in astonishment for just a moment, Reid and Cage quickly follow suit, grabbing bikes of their own to chase after the champ!


Aiello: This match has already gone down the road to zany, folks!

Bennett: Somewhere, Tommy Love is losing his got-dang mind over this match!

The champion quickly rides down the pedestrian path, yelling at folks to get out of his way as he tries to outspeed the former X-Division Champion, who is only getting closer and closer. Cage passes Reid up on route to Scorpio, who makes a smooth stop by the kiosks before dismounting and finishing his journey by foot. This forces both Reid and Cage to follow suit, as they do their best to catch up with the champion who is now by the carousel. Hiding among the horses only works for so long before Reid and Cage spot him, entering the carousel to bring this match to an end. Scorpio starts to plead with them for mercy, but quickly reveals it was a ruse as he slams Cage's head against one of the horses as the carousel starts up. Reid and Scorpio are confused as to why the machine has started up, and they look over toward the operator booth to see a very familiar face...


Aiello: Wait a minute, is that...

Bennett: What the hell is HE doing in Chicago!?

Carter: Maybe he's just visiting an old friend?

The sight of Exile is an amusing one for fans, but a very confusing one for Scorpio in particular...until Exile motions for the champ to turn around. Scorpio glares at him before turning around, his face going even paler than usual as if he's seen a ghost...a Rebellious one, at that!


Aiello: Oh my, it's Georgie Nickles! The REAL Rebel Child has just come back into Scorpio's life, and he does NOT feel so good about this reunion!

Bennett: What the hell does this even mean? Is she returning to the EWC!?

Carter: Steve, she's FROM Chicago! She probably figured this was a good night to pay an old frienemy a visit!

Scorpio backs off from his former tag partner, choosing to hop off the now slowing carousel rather than deal with whatever Georgie has up her sleeve. What he doesn't realize, however, is that Reid has already hopped off the ride as well, grabbing the champion and sending him out of the tent. With Cage following close behind, and the ref finally reappearing, the three competitors duke it out down a set of stairs until they reach the edge of the pier overlooking the river. Reid sees his opportunity to make good on his promise to throw someone off the pier, grabbing Cage and bringing him toward the guardrail...but Cage reverses, nailing the KTFO to the skull of Reid before launching him over the rail instead! Reid falls down to the river with a scary splash, Cage cackling at the sight...only to be met with a Heel Turn by the champion! Driving his Louboutin into the face of Cage, Scorpio goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

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

Scorpio yells at the ref to raise his hand, declaring himself the best street fighter on the Navy Pier as we cut to commentary.

Aiello: The champ has managed to overcome the odds in this, well, odd match tonight!

Bennett: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA...I told you, Joe! No one can stop the President, the Champ, the new Queen of England himself! And now, Reid's sleepin' with the fishes!

Aiello: It seems there's a bit of commotion still taking place at the Pier, let's go see what's happening...

Scorpio is left standing following the Street Fight as Crème de la Crème and The President’s Men rejoin him. He holds the Undisputed Championship close and Crème tends to some of his scrapes and bruises after the brutal contest. The President’s Men begin to organise a path for their Commander-In-Chief to leave the area when a voice cuts above, projected on speakers throughout Navy Pier…

Voice: HANG ON JUST ONE SECOND…

The S-Factor narrows his eyes and frowns as a black sedan pulls up.

Aiello: We’ve seen that car before!

Bennett: Connors was headed to Navy Pier!

The President’s Men stand around their boss to protect him as the back door of the sedan opens and Jim Connors steps out, followed by the many suited men and women from the EWC’s legal department. Crème begins to shout for a microphone however Connors simply shakes his head, asserting his dominance as the Brawl General Manager before he raises the microphone.

Connors: Mr President, a hard-fought match, the Brawl fans were always going to be in for a treat with a Navy Pier Street Fight. I’m sorry to have to interrupt your post-match rest, however I have some news for you. We watched in earnest as you barely let Darius’ challenge leave his lips before you were appearing on the Mac Tron to tell him… how did you put it so eloquently… to ‘go fuck his little suggestion’?

The Brawl GM raises his eyebrows as Scorpio sneers.

Connors: Scorpio, we’ve been watching your ego grow week after week, that perfectly made-up little head of yours getting bigger and bigger. The way you basically sued an Undisputed Championship match out of the EWC, the way you had a big enough of a tantrum to get a rematch with Samantha Hamilton, the way you come out on EWC television week after week in a bid to spread your ludicrous message of bias. Scorpio, champ, we’ve heard your message time and time again… and we’ve had enough. It’s time for you to hear our message.

He grins back.

Connors: Scorpio this is not your federation, and your time on its grandest throne is always under threat, that’s the nature and the privilege of being the Undisputed Champion. Quite why you feel that this is some sort of dictatorship with you as its President I don’t know – the EWC only has one President, and he is ten times the man you will ever be!

Jim Connors gestures to the members of the legal department surrounding him before he looks back to Scorpio.

Connors: So I’m going to put it plainly, ”Mr President”…

He says the final bit whilst giving air quotes.

Connors: You do not have that kind of power, you do not have that kind of sway. You are an employee of the EWC and you answer to its General Managers just like any other wrestler. So Scorpio… at Hardcore Revolution you will wrestle Darius for the Undisputed Championship… and you will do so IN A TABLES, LADDERS, AND CHAIRS MATCH!

The crowd watching this on the screen back in the arena explode with cheers, and a shot of Darius in his locker room shows the number-one contender smirking as he blows a sarcastic kiss at Scorpio. Back on Navy Pier the Undisputed Champion looks livid as he goes to run at Connors and is sensibly held back by his entourage.

Connors: Mr President… consider this your impeachment… we’ll see you at Hardcore Revolution for your trial!

The Brawl GM and the legal team disappear back into their car as Scorpio is left screaming Navy Pier down while Crème de la Crème desperately tries to get control of the 46th President.

Aiello: What a move by Connors! He’s just impeached President Scorpio and forced him into a TLC match at Hardcore Revolution!

Bennett: Can that son o’ bitch do that?!

Carter: He just did!

We move to a commercial break.

[MNB]

The fans begin to showed as they find their seats and prepare for the next part of the show to begin. Many are purchasing EWC merchandise and others are enjoying a tasty beverage. The Monday Night Brawl banner is hoisted proudly above the ring.

The camera feed suddenly cuts to backstage as we see a long figure walking through the halls. Beads of water flow from his long locks of hair and drizzle over his massive shoulders. Making a left, the figure… or man… glances at various EWC personnel who respond with a fist bump each time. Nodding, the man arrives at a wooden flight of steps. In the distance, the sounds of the fans echo back at the man as they watch what is taking place from a video screen above the ring entrance.

Taking a deep breath, the man begins to hop in place. He shakes his head, sending water in various directions as the fans begin to scream once more! All at once, the sounds of the fans stomping their feet into the arena floor are heard in unison. Then, a chant begins to start, low at first, but then loudly until the entire arena shakes at its very foundation!!!

Fans: BEAST MODE BOSA!!!! BEASTMODE BOSA!!!! BEASTMODE BOSA!!!!

The arena goes silent as Jessica Stroup stands at center ring. Around her, camera's flash and fans speak amongst themselves as she smiles. Raising the microphone, her earrings sparkle under the lights as she begins to speak....

Stroup: Hailing from San Jose, CA! He is 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.

Bosa circles the ring as the fans continue to cheer. He is handed a microphone and he raises a fist, sending the fans into a frenzy once again! The ring announcer’s look over their shoulders in amazement as the fans lose it, shouting and sending their love to the young EWC Superstar!! Bosa sees this and raises an eyebrow…

Bosa: Monday Night Brawl… home.

The fans continue to cheer now, this time louder than before! The audio begins to crackle as Bosa nods his head, welcoming the support of his fans!!

Bosa: Monday Night Brawl… home. I never thought that I would say that. You know, it was only a few short months ago that I arrived in the EWC. At first, if I was to be honest, I felt as though this was only a pitstop for me. I had bills to pay, and a family to rebuild. It was a means to an end. That has all changed though. These fans, they have taken me in and changed me. They have fueled me. They have changed me from a warrior… TO A BEAST!!! For that… I am grateful.

Fans: BEASTMODE BOSA!!! BEASTMODE BOSA!!!!

Bosa nods his head and walks around the ring for a moment. Leaning on some ropes, he takes in the fans and begins to speak once again.

Bosa: I have become a student of the game. Every match that I have been a part of has been an opportunity to learn, to be better, to talk less and show more. I have taken no short cuts. I have made no excuses. Every time that I have been down, its these fans who have lifted me up. Every time that I wanted to hang up my boots and walk away, these fans have demanded more from ME!!! So, this little story that we are telling here? It isn’t just mine. It doesn’t belong to me. We are the Beastmode Mafia! SO MOB UP!!!!

The fans begin to scream and stand up in their seats as Bosa nods his head! The ring announcer’s look very nervous and trash is thrown to ringside and chairs are sent tumbling in the fans!!

Bosa: That’s right! Together, we have shown that anything is possible! When I first arrived on this show, I heard all about how this was the home of the old guard. The folks who had been putting asses in those seats and it would remain so, that a youngster like me had no chance to make a name for himself on Brawl. Hell, it was even suggested to me that I try out another brand. Did I mention that the Undisputed Championship, a title not only created but FORGED on Brawl was no longer even on the brand anymore?! That was the state of things, folks. Brawl was a damn mess. Well, no more.

I have given blood, sweat, and tears in hopes of proving myself to this “old guard” and if I am to be honest, I am done. Where is Cyrus Black now? Where is this... old guard?! WHO WILL STAND UP AND REPRESENT BRAWL IN IT’S DARKEST HOUR?!!!

Bosa taps his chest.

Bosa: You’re looking at him. I have paid my dues. Full disclosure, I have been feeling lost on the roster. I have been spinning my wheels, lighting up dark matches and opening shows. I know I am capable of more but I have no problem paying my dues. A wise man once told me to stop counting my wins and losses and make my matches count. I feel that. I understand. So, that being said, I am asking the General Manager of Brawl to believe in me. You see, if you cut my damn chest wide open you would see that my soul resonates the Monday Night Brawl Brand! You would see a man who is supported by thirty thousand strong…. The BEASTMODE MAFIA! You would find a man who is determined to return that EWC Undisputed Championship back to where it belongs. I am no idiot however. I know that I will never get that show on talent alone. I need to make those matches count. I need to get my name out across the globe. So be it.

Give me a shot at the International Championship.

I respect and understand the legacy behind that strap. Once upon a time, some of the greatest names in EWC history have held that strap on the way to greatness. You can’t expect greatness… you chase it. So here I am, asking for my chance to be great.

Fans: BEASTMODE BOSA….. BEASTMODE BOSA…. BEASTMODE BOSA!!!!!!

Bosa: Monday Night Brawl… home. Home to all of you. Home to all the boys in the locker room. Home to myself. Home… to the EWC Undisputed Championship. I will be the main face on those posters once day. I won’t stop until it’s my name at the top of the headlines. TO HELL WITH THESE DARK MATCHES… PUT ME IN THE MAIN EVENT AND WATCH WHAT I CAN DO!!! BELIEVE IN ME!!! These fans do. Connors… I am asking you to do the same.

I am sending notice to the entire Brawl locker room. It’s my time. I have become a student of the game. I have listened and watched. I have kept my mouth shut while others have made far greater promises and failed when it was time to deliver. That won’t happen with me. I am not claiming to be the greatest of all time nor am I declaring that I will be one day. I am just a normal man who isn’t afraid to take a chance on himself and become better… become more than a man and become a beast that is strong enough to bring the titles back home where they belong on MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL!!

Bosa: Okay Jim Connors, did I make my moment count enough for you? It’s OUR time. BEASTMODE… ACTIVATED!!!

Bosa flips the microphone over his shoulder as the fans completely lose it! His theme song begins to play once more and the arena is a madhouse! The announcer’s attempt to speak but are not able to be heard above the cheers! Bosa circles the ring and then flexes for the fans, his biceps rippling as the fans scream with approval!

The arena erupts as we cut to commentary.

Aiello: Well folks, Bosa is clearly staking his claim here tonight!

Bennett: Hell yeah Joe, Bosa's showing that fire that will get him far in this business! He's ready to prove he's as good as he says he is, and with our double main event coming up, he's letting the world know he's ready to step up the plate!

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MAIN EVENT #1 - PUNCHING YOUR TICKET TO PHILLY!
[SINGLES MATCH - WINNER EARNS INTERNATIONAL TITLE SHOT AT HARDCORE REVOLUTION]
Callie Clark
VS Iggy Swango

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We return to ringside where the first main event is being set up and prepared for. The crowd is especially buzzing loudly tonight, seeming to be full of excitement and anticipation. There's little to no doubts the Navy Pier Triple Threat Match that just recently ended, as well as the other matches, have helped strengthen the mood and atmosphere in Chicago's United Center.

Aiello: And with Bosa's comments in mind, we now focus on the first part of our double Main Event as Callie Clark takes on Iggy Swango! One of these ladies will move on to face Xavier Reid and the winner of our other main event at Hardcore Revolution to crown a new International Champion!

Bennett: That's right Joe, someone's going to hopefully break the curse that has been placed upon that belt for the past several months. Personally, I hope it's anyone but that traitor Iggy Swango.

Carter: A former titleholder herself, Swango looks to be one of the very few non-Brawl superstars to get on the card for Hardcore Revolution, but she's gonna have to beat Callie Clark...and Clark is determined to prove that she can handle the challenge for herself!

Stroup: The following match is for one fall, and is to determine who will fight at Hardcore Revolution for the International Championship! Joining us first, 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 Stargirl 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.

Stroup: And her opponent, from The Pleasure Palace, weighing in at 145 pounds ... IGGY SWANGO!

The guitar sound of "Suffragette City" hits the arena as the lights dim low before strobing between red and the pitch blackness of the arena. Just as the loud guitar riffs echo throughout the arena the lights starts pulsing red and Iggy Swango emerges from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. Slung across her shoulder is her tag team title. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments as she nods her head to the rhythm of the music.



Iggy starts bouncing on the stage and rocking out with an air bass playing along with the music before making her way down the ramp. She throws the devil horns with her hands as Red and Black confetti streamers come raining down from above on her way down to the ring. Iggy rolls under the bottom rope and pops up on her knees in the middle of the ring. She slowly stands her to her feet before raising her hands into the air once more.

DING DING DING

Iggy is a woman on a mission, and it is easy to take note of as she wastes little time in charging right at Callie as if she were a bull. The cosplayer shows her agility off by gracefully sidestepping out of the way of what would have been a very nasty Headbutt. Thankfully for Swango, she manages to stop herself before she runs into the ropes. She turns and faces Miss Clark, nodding, acknowledging, and simultaneously noting her speed.

After some quick - but much more careful thinking - Iggy slips behind Callie. She naturally begins to spin around, which seems to be exactly what Swango wanted. She twirls Miss Clark around by her shoulders and wham! Spinning Roundhouse Kick right to the cosplayer's head! The crowd elicits a loud 'Ooohhhh!' as they seem to almost feel the pain that Callie is experiencing at that very moment.


Aiello: Callie really being put through the ringer here, but she's clearly determined not to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

Bennett: She's gonna have to knuckle down and work through it if she wants that shot at the strap!

Iggy begins leaning down to force Callie up to her feet. Now, though, it's Miss Clark's turn to lure the sole member of America's Most Hated into a trap! She uses every ounce of strength to hit Swango with her own kick! A Pele one, in fact! Callie begins standing up on her own accord, looking very pleased ... only for the expression to turn to shock and horror as Iggy manages to shake the pain off faster than Callie was clearly hoping for.

Clark clenches her fists, trying to calm herself. Those precious seconds are long enough to give Iggy the opening she needs. Swango grabs onto Callie and brings her swiftly down with a Snap DDT! But she doesn't stop there! Iggy isn't taking any chances, it seems. She wants this win, damnit, and we see how badly she wants it.

Kneeling down beside Callie, Iggy grabs a hold of the cosplayer's right arm and yanks it - hard! - into a Fujiwara Armbar! Clark screams out in pain. The referee checks up on Miss Callie and asks if she wants to give up, but she shakes her head adamantly from side to side.


Carter: That's right Callie, you can do this! This is your opportunity to shine!

For a few moments, it almost seems like Callie may have to tap out. She's almost completely in the center. Apparently, though, Iggy isn't the only one eager to try to walk out with the W tonight. In a clearly desperate but ambitious effort, Callie reaches forward.

Her fingers simply rub along the ropes at first. Iggy tries to keep her held back, but Callie's determination helps her pull through! She grabs on! The referee points this out to Swango.

The member of America's Most Hated clicks her tongue ... but she heeds the ref and lets go, albeit as slowly as possible without getting disqualified. It's easy to guess Iggy is no doubt trying to keep as much pain forced onto the right arm of her opponent for as long as humanly possible.

Her efforts look like they paid off in some form or fashion. Callie's limb is trembling -- pretty badly too. And considering X-Division Rules aren't being applied in this fight? That's definitely not a good sign.

Still, despite all the agony she's suffering, Clark refuses to give up. Even with this fight suddenly looking and possibly feeling rather one-sided. Callie presses herself against the nearest set of ropes behind her, trying to gather as much momentum as possible. She then proceeds to shoot herself forward with one of her signature techniques, a Slingshot Spear!

Unfortunately, it allows Iggy to go thorugh with her plan from the get-go. Now she hits Callie with a headbutt, although not without suffering some recoil in the process. Clark is barely standing, as is Iggy. Even though Callie has suffered more damage, Iggy has endured her own injuries.

Slowly but surely, they're beginning to take a hold of America's Most Hated member.


Aiello: And now it looks like Iggy's really feeling the effects of everything going on!

Bennett: Matches like these will take a lot out of ya after a while!

While it seems like Iggy is still reeling from all of the previous attacks, Callie attempts to take advantage of the situation. She begins climbing up the ropes, although it's very unsteadily. Her arm is still visibly quaking, which makes her ascent harder than usual in order to set up for the Calliesault (Double Jump Moonsault).

Somewhat amazingly, however, it seems like Swango was in too much pain to move out of the way. This makes Callie flash a confident smile before she leaps off.

But no! Iggy was, even if only partly, playing possum! She easily steps back, forcing Clark to land flat on the canvas, face first! We then see Swango smirk, although Callie can't see it, as the musician among America's Most Hated rushes forward and hits Clark's head with the Disco Wizard!

Connecting with that Shining Wizard, Iggy hastily pulls Callie's body towards the center of the ring and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall IGGY SWANGO!

Iggy jumps up, wearing a proud smile on her face as she raises her fists high up in the air. Callie stifles a groan as she covers her face, realizing what just happened and that her streak has come to an end, as has the chance to fight for a championship within the EWC.

A few medics rush into the ring to help ensure Callie can properly walk out. Iggy, meanwhile, leaves the ring after soaking her win in and rather briskly saunters up the ramp, heading backstage. Probably to celebrate with anyone who may or may not be waiting for Swango.

Aiello: What a match that was, folks! We now have the second of our triple threat determined, as Iggy Swango advances to Hardcore Revolution to vie for a title she's held in the past.

Bennett: Yeah yeah, I'm happy for her...but the last thing we need is yet ANOTHER title over on Rampage!

Carter: I gotta give kudos to Callie Clark though, she really stuck it out in this match!

Aiello: Don't go anywhere, ladies and gentlemen! We're gonna see our second main event! "Die Hard" David Scott versus Gabi Vee! This is gonna be a hell of a slugfest you won't wanna miss! We'll find out who will join Xavier Reid and Iggy Swango fight for the International Championship when we return!

Camera cuts to ...

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The camera cuts backstage to the docking platforms where we find 6 United Center employees unloading a truck. They take the three large boxes and wheel them in into the arena and close the door. They take off their gloves and lower their mask and walk away from the boxes, their night clearly finished but after a few mins a knife pierces up through the box from the inside, it cuts down the tape seam and the box opens and out jumps ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love. He dusts himself off and looks around to see if anyone is looking, satisfied that he’s safe he jumps out of the box and pulls up his hoodie and pulls his N95 mask up over his face

Tommy looks around and starts walking towards the heart of the building. He pulls out his phone and types: I’m inside the building, where are you? He walks towards the door leading towards the wrestler’s parking lot and stands there, trying not to look suspicious he picks up a clipboard and starts looking down at it as Brawl and United Center staff walks by. He looks down at his phone and sees the replay from the mystery person who paid off PornHub and flew him here to Chicago: finishing up a thing or two, stay where you are and I’ll be with you shortly. Tommy looks around all anxiously, he was banned from Brawl by its GM Jim Connors following his fall out with Gabrielle Visconty at Brawl #555 and if he could only sit down with him and explain his side of the story he was sure he could smooth this all over and put it behind them but NNNOOOOO, Connors was taking Gabi’s side of course, probably hoping to stay on her good side and maybe get a piece because what did it hurt him to blackball Tommy Love, he wouldn’t be the first GM to do so and probably wouldn’t be the last but this was getting ridiculous.


Tommy once again looked at his phone and wondered, how much time did he have, could he find Connors and give his side of the story before this person came looking for him, would Connors even see him or would he just toss his sorry ass out onto the streets, was it even worth the risk to…


Bunny Love: Daddy???


Tommy jumps and his heart skipped a beat, he looked up and saw his daughter Bunny Love, shit he had forgotten her and The Southern Express were here tonight in Chicago even though he retweeted their promo

Tommy Love: Keep your voice down sweetheart, daddy’s not suppose to be here.


Bobby and Jimmy laugh at the sight of their former manager and walk over to him, pulling down his hood and ruffling up his hair, pulling his mask from his face


Bobby Rose: Tommy you look like shit!


Jimmy Lane: Yeah what did you do, sleep in a box or something?


That was exactly what he had done, he had shipped himself here to the United Center and it wasn’t cheap


Tommy Love: Listen, the three of you, have you heard anything about anyone paying off my debt to PornHub? Any wrestlers in the back talking about OWNING Tommy Love?


Both Bobby and Jimmy shake their heads no


Bobby Rose: No a word and before you ask…


Jimmy Lane: It wasn’t us…


Bunny Love: And it wasn’t me, I know the rules, don’t use your credit card unless it’s life or death or it can pay for itself in free drinks at the bar…oh wait that’s mom’s rule about using your card…


Bobby and Jimmy laugh


Bobby Rose: We’d stay and help you look but we have a flight to catch to Daly City, big match there Wednesday night…


Jimmy Lane: I’d say you should come but Buddy’s got you banned from The Cow Palace, maybe you could ship yourself there…

Jimmy nods as Bobby laughs


Bobby Rose: Don’t give him any idea Jimmy, come on guys we have a car to catch, Tommy it was good seeing you and if you get arrested call…


Jimmy Lane: We will at least bail you out…


Bobby Rose: You wouldn’t do well in lockup…


Bunny Love: Though I would get another dad that way…because you’d be the wife, get it?


The three laugh as the walk away from Tommy Love who’s more annoyed now than when he got there. This was bullshit he thought to himself, he was going to find Jim Connors and put a end to all this. He stormed away and headed towards the GM’s locker, he passed by a few shocked Brawl staff members who shout out towards him to stop but he ignored them, fuck them he thought, chase me down if you want to toss me out


He turned the corner ready to fight his way through the Brawl staff if he had to when he stopped dead in his tracks, there right in front of him was Gabrielle Viscony, anger rose deep inside him and he was ready to give her an ear full but she was also livid at the sight of the man that blackmailed her and made her life a living hell…and unlike Tommy she was standing next to Brawl security.


Gabrielle Visconty: MOTHER FUCKER!!!!

Gabi screams as she attempts to charge Tommy. One of the security team quickly grabs her around the waist as the other two start to move towards Tommy.



Gabrielle Visconty: Let me GO! I’m going to kill that Son-of-a-bitch!


The security team take a few steps towards Tommy who’s flight or fight response was leading heavily towards flight at the moment, he turns and sprints away from the scene, still hearing Gabi screaming and trying to get free, the security giving chase, he turns the corner and sees the door. He busts through it and runs out of the United Center and out onto the cool Chicago night streets. The Brawl security stop at the door and watch Tommy flee from the scene, he’s a few blocks away before he stops running and feels his cell phone vibrating, he looks down at it and read: Ok, I’m heading towards you, where are you. Shit he thought, he looks down and types: We might have a problem…


We move to a commercial break.

[MNB]

Back from commercial, we find ourselves outside the office of the Brawl GM with Bob Murray standing by.

Murray: Hello folks, Bob Murray here with the scoop on our Brawl-exclusive Pay-Per-View event, Hardcore Revolution! I've just been informed that we have some more details regarding the show from our General Manager...

Sure enough, Jim Connors is hurriedly making his way down the hall toward his office, when he sees Murray.

Connors: Oh, hi Bob. Crazy night, huh?

Connors chuckles sarcastically as he starts to open the door before being interrupted by Murray.

Murray: Sir, the scoop you mentioned?

Connors looks at him, perplexed.

Connors: What scoop? I told you, I couldn't find the Häagen-Dazs at the Pier.

Murray gestures at the camera, which leads Connors to merely nod in recognition.

Connors: Right, that scoop. Hello everyone, this is your Brawl GM speaking! As you know, we're on the road to Hardcore Revolution in Philly, a place once known as the Land of Extreme. It's also the birthplace of a certain Revolution, so it was only natural for the two elements to join together like cookie dough and ice cream...sorry, still kinda hungry. Anyway, in the spirit of that city I have been working on some interesting ideas for the show. In addition to the Undisputed Championship being defended in a TLC Match as Darius challenges Scorpio, we have two-thirds of our International Championship match sorted with the third competitor to be decided in mere moments. As for the rest of the card, well...unlike my colleague AC Delaney, I am not trying to keep everyone completely in the dark! No, I've already determined that many of our up and coming Brawl superstars will be competing in matches that are hotter than a Philly cheesesteak!

The crowd groans a bit at the pun, but Connors persists.

Connors: Among other matches, we will be seeing the first-ever Hunt for the Golden Ticket, in which the winner will receive a future title shot and their heart's desire! What does that mean, exactly? You'll have to watch Hardcore Revolution to find out! The full card will be announced soon on the EWC website, we will see you all in Philly. Until then, enjoy the show!

With that, Connors enters his office to a pop from the crowd for the upcoming PPV as we cut to...

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MAIN EVENT #2 - PUNCHING YOUR TICKET TO PHILLY!
[SINGLES MATCH - WINNER EARNS INTERNATIONAL TITLE SHOT AT HARDCORE REVOLUTION]
David Scott
VS Gabrielle Visconty

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Aiello: Welcome back, folks! It's time for the second main event of the evening, as David Scott faces Gabrielle Visconty! One of these two competitors will go to Hardcore Revolution and face Xavier Reid and Iggy Swango for the vacant International Championship!

The camera takes a second to sweep over the crowd before fading to a shot of Jessica standing at the center of the ring. She waits for the anxious ovations and applause to die down before bringing the microphone up into place.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for our second co-main event! This contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish. The winner of this match will be the third contender for the International Title at Hardcore Revolution!

Throughout the United Center, thousands of voices erupt into madness, nearly drowning Jessica’s next words out.

Jessica Stroup: Introducing your first challenger, from Long Beach, California and weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds. He is the “Toughest Bastard in the Business” … “DIE HARD” … DAVID … SCOTT!

A pair of tell-tale dissonant notes begin to bleed through the speakers of the United Center, prompting an immediate and emphatic reaction from the crowd as they come to their feet. Cheers and jeers in equal measure threaten to drown out the hard, opening chords of “I Am Machine” as the lights dim to emphasize the single black strobe light in the entranceway, silhouetting the form of “Die Hard” David Scott as he marches out onto the stage. The sight of the man himself drives the fervor of the fans into overdrive, as he stands at the top of the ramp with hands on hips, staring out over the arena with a stoic but focused expression. Casually twisting his head from side to side, Scott pops the bones in his neck before starting down towards the ring with a purpose, slowly bringing his hands up to wring them out, loosening up the wrists and cracking the knuckles before absently reaching out to slap at some of the hands being extended to him by the fans. Circling the ring, Scott makes his way over to the steps and methodically climbs up to the apron one at a time. Moving out to the center, he ducks through the ropes and moves to the far corner, pulling himself up onto the second turnbuckle before throwing both arms over his head, fists clenched, prompting a raucous ovation from the fans nearest him. Dropping back to the mat, he turns and backs into his corner, taking hold of the upper rope and using it to stretch out his shoulders before the bell rings.

Jessica Stroup: And his opponent, from Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing in tonight at one-hundred and sixteen pounds … GABRIELLE … VISCONTY!

The lights dim as a single spotlight shines on the entrance. In This Moment's 'Oh Lord' begins to play as the Mac-Tron lights up to display the lyrics.

'Oh Lord won't you save me

Save me from myself

Oh Lord won't you forgive me

For I have lost control'

Gabrielle Visconty walks out of the back and stops at the top of the ramp. Her blue eyes scan over the area as the fans welcome Gabi Vee with cheers. A huge grin spreads across her face as she walks down the ramp and towards the ring. The lyrics continue to follow along on the Mac-Tron.

'Oh Lord won't you tell me

Am I the righteous or the damned?

Oh Lord won't you please hear me

Do I obey or do I command?'

Gabi slaps hands and interacts with the crowd before she slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, taking a second to meet Scott in the middle and shake his hand, the two sharing nods of respect before breaking and backing to their respective corners.

DING DING DING

Scott eases out of his corner and begins to take control of the center of the ring, while Visconty circles warily, bouncing from foot to foot. Each time Scott steps in to grab hold, she ducks out of the way, forcing him to give chase, though the old hand is not up to her games, simply keeping at center ring. Once or twice, he fakes a lunge to try and lull her into taking the bait, but Visconty continues to stay just out of reach, always circling and looking for the right angle. Switching gears, she makes a dart to the left, then rushes in when Scott reacts, baseball sliding through his legs and coming up behind with a dropkick to the shoulders that sends him forward into the ropes. Before he can right himself, Visconty rolls him up in a schoolboy, but Scott easily kicks out before the official can even drop down.

Back on her feet, Visconty is already moving, hitting the ropes and coming back with a spinning heel kick that catches Scott in the jaw. As he rolls to his knees, she follows it up with a running dropkick to the side of the head, then a running somersault senton across his ribs. Scott rolls to his side and tries to find his feet, but Visconty is again moving, flipping over him from behind with a somersault cutter. Scott rolls to his back, clutching his face as Visconty pops her to feet and springboards off the second rope with a moonsault, splashing down hard and hooking the near leg.

One!

Tw-No!

Scott shoves the smaller woman off and rolls towards the corner, looking to push himself up on all fours. As he stands, Visconty is already moving, flying in with a stinger splash that sandwiches Scott against the buckles. Grabbing the back of his head, Visconty tries to follow up with a monkey flip, but Scott grabs her by the waist and pops her up in the air, letting her fall gut-first onto the top rope. Recoiling off with a snap, Vicsconty’s head smashes off the mat as Scott takes a second to collect him, then moves in to capitalize. Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulls her up and unleashes a slicing chop across her chest, drawing an immediate “ooh” of sympathy from the crowd. Visconty’s eyes go wide, mouth agape in pain as she clutches herself. Grabbing her hair, Scott simply turns and throws her into the corner, draping her arms over the ropes and opening her up before unleashing yet another chop, the sound echoing through the arena like a gunshot. The camera catches tears welling in Visconty’s eyes before Scott takes her by the arm and pulls her out of the corner, right into a short-arm lariat that nearly decapitates the woman. Reaching down, Scott pulls her back up and scoops her onto his shoulder, before turning and driving her down hard with a front powerslam. Rising to his feet, he backs up a step before dropping a leg across her throat and following with a cover.

One!

Two!

Visconty wriggles loose enough to pick up a shoulder. Unsurprised, Scott gets to his feet and tries to drop an elbow down into her chest, but Visconty tries to roll away, catching it in the shoulder instead. Grabbing at her arm, she gets to her feet and shakes it out, before snapping a low kick into Scott’s thigh, then a second, ending with a kick to the gut that he catches, only to eat an enzuigiri for his trouble! Collapsing to his knee, Scott tries to shake the cobwebs loose, but Visconty is already following up, leapfrogging him from behind to land a leg drop bulldog, driving his face into the mat. Pushing himself up, Scott tries to find his feet, but Visconty leaps up to grab his head and pull him down into a double knee facebreaker, snapping him over onto his back. Popping to her feet, Gabi rushes the corner and leaps to the top, waiting for Scott to find his unsteady feet before diving off with a seated senton, hooking his leg.

One!

Two!

Again, Scott manages to shove her off, though a little slower. As he starts to rise, Visconty rushes in and leaps over top, hooking him with her legs and flipping him over with a rolling Yoshi tonic! Again, she struggles to hold him down.

One!

Two!

Th-No!

This time Scott can only lurch onto his side to break up the pin. Irritation begins to crack the stoic veteran’s face as he scrambles to find his feet before Visconty can but fails. Already hitting the ropes, she swings up into another headscissors, but Scott simply shoves her off, sending her spiraling face first into the canvas. As she pops up, he grabs her from behind and hurls her overhead with a release German suplex, bouncing Visconty off the back of her neck. Rolling his neck to crack the bones, Scott zeroes in on the smaller woman and yanks her up to her feet, scooping her to his shoulder and swinging her down into a pendulum backbreaker, moving his hands to bend her across his knee in a modified submission. Visconty cries out in pain, struggling to break free but just can’t match his strength.

Pressing down on her thigh and jaw, Scott continues to bend Visconty in half as best he can. Bringing her free leg up, Visconty manages to drive a knee into the side of his head! Caught off-guard by the flexibility, Scott brings his arm up to block a second one, allowing Visconty to roll off his knee and escape the hold. Undeterred, he drops a knee across the back of her neck, using it to bulldog her down into the canvas. Getting to his feet, he wraps his arms around her waist and deadlifts her up into a gutwrench before again hurling her overhead with another suplex, sending her bouncing off the mat and rolling towards the corner. Rising slower than before, Scott takes a second to catch his breath before following her in, only for Visconty to catch him with a drop toe hold, sending Scott face first into the bottom turnbuckle! Dazed, Scott slowly pushes himself up on all fours, giving Visconty time to roll out to the apron and pull herself up, beckoning the veteran to his feet before springing up onto the top rope and twisting around with the Big Come Down, spiking Scott almost vertically into the mat. The crowd erupts as she scrambles into the cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-No!

Visconty looks up at the official, who points to Scott’s foot on the bottom rope.

Trying not to let the frustration show, Visconty pushes to her feet and moves to the corner, scaling to the top and measuring Scott before diving off with a swanton bomb, driving her weight down into his ribs. Before she can move back for the cover, however, Scott rolls himself out to the floor, leaning against the edge of the ring to collect himself.

Moving fast, Visconty takes a running leap onto the ropes and takes a quick second to balance herself before coming down with a double foot stomp, but Scott rears away at the last second, pulling the apron skirt back along with him!

Visconty is helpless to stop herself as she falls straight down into the open void. Releasing the skirt, Scott uses it to trap Visconty in place, allowing him to rain down right after right, regardless of the jeers it brings from the crowd. Hooking Visconty by the head, he finally pulls her up out of the skirt into a delayed vertical suplex, holding her aloft a few seconds before dropping down to the floor mats. In the ring, the official has already reached the four count, prompting Scott to roll into the ring, only to roll right back out to the floor again. Showing no remorse over the quick shortcut, he reaches down to pull Visconty up and easily dumps her back into the ring. Following behind, the self-proclaimed “Meanest Dog in the Fight” pulls the woman to her feet and shoves her into the ropes, only to drive a forearm into the small of her back. Tucking his head beneath Visconty’s arm, Scott picks her up by the leg, and drops her down into a shinbreaker across his knee. Collapsing to the mat with a cry of pain, Visconty tries to wriggle away, but Scott still has hold of her foot, which he immediately tucks under his arm for a foot DDT, jarring the woman’s knee even more. Visconty jerks away and rolls to safety under the ropes, clutching her throbbing knee to her chest.

Aiello: Gabi is not looking great after this offense from Scott.

Bennett: You can tell she's trying to work through this pain, at least to prove a point!

Getting to his feet, Scott once again slowly stalks over to Visconty, reaching over the ropes to pull her up to her feet, though Visconty can only hop on the one good leg. Stepping up onto the bottom rope, Scott deadlifts the smaller woman up into a modified vertical superplex, balancing on the rope as he holds her in the air. As he struggles to keep his balance, however, Visconty shifts her weight forward, swinging back down out of the hold and driving her good leg into Scott’s knee with a pendulum dropkick! Scott immediately lurches forward, throat first across the top rope, before recoiling back into the ring while Visconty lands seated on the bottom rope, clinging tight to the upper.

Teeth clenched against the pain in her knee, Visconty pulls herself back to her feet on the apron, watching as Scott slowly rolls to all fours and begins to push himself up. As soon as he reaches his feet, she hops up onto the top rope and launches herself into a springboard forearm as he turns around, but Scott goes airborne himself, slamming both feet into Visconty’s abdomen with a dropkick! Visconty’s body flies backward towards the corner from the impact.

Coughing from the air being knocked out of her lungs, Visconty clutches herself with one arm while using the other to pull herself up with the ropes, turning to slump against them and exposing her back to Scott who grabs her from behind. Locking her arm in a pump-handle, Scott hoists her up and over with yet another suplex, sending her crashing off the canvas once again. Arching in pain, Visconty lets out a scream and rolls limply on to her stomach, struggling to find the strength to push herself up. Already back on his feet, Scott stalks up and reaches down to grab her by the back of the neck, only to be caught by surprise as she rolls forward, looping her good leg through his own and dragging him down to the mat, locking in a kneebar on his right leg! Immediately, Scott begins scrambling for the ropes, clawing and dragging himself. Visconty starts to lock the padded knee into place, only to suddenly break away.

Carter: Gabi with an amazing counter at the last second, that agile quickness once again giving her an advantage, but, I’m not sure why she’d release it so quickly. Scott was nowhere near grabbing the ropes, and it looked secure.

Bennett: That’s the dumbest thing she could have done. That knee is weak as a damned toothpick. She should have done what needed doing and snapped it right then and there. She just cost herself a shot at the International title!

Aiello: Gabi made it clear as crystal she wouldn’t be taking the easy win in this match. She wants to beat Scott fair and square without having to exploit that knee injury. She was acting on pure instinct and caught herself just in time.

Bennett: Think I like the old model better. This new and improved version just sucks. Too many restrictions on her.

Carter: It’s called honor, Steve.

Aiello: Don’t even bother, Max, you’ll just confuse him.

Rolling out to the floor, Visconty paces along the guardrail, a look of concern written into her face as she stares back up into the ring, where Scott has made it to the ropes and is using them to pull himself up on his good leg. Behind the barrier, a handful of fans mock her choice, but others applaud the sense of fairness. Caught in the middle, she tries to smile, but it comes off awkward as she climbs back up onto the apron. Bouncing from foot to foot, she waits for Scott to reach his feet before leaping to the top rope and spring boarding into a swinging arm drag, sending Scott sliding across the canvas. Kipping to her feet, she backs into the ropes before rolling into a front somersault followed by a cannonball senton, coming down hard on his ribs. Scott sits up and clutches his abdomen, but Visconty is already back at the ropes, spring boarding off into a twisting splash. She hooks both legs and struggles to roll him up tight.

One!

Two!

Th-NO!

Scott uses the position to roll backward onto a knee, now holding Visconty across his chest. Gritting his teeth against the strain on his knee, he slowly pushes to his feet and carries her to the center of the ring, before tossing her overhead with a fallaway slam. Twisting in midair, Visconty manages to land on all fours, scrambling to her feet to rush up behind Scott with a forearm to the back of the head. Dazed, Scott can’t stop her from grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the ropes with everything she’s got. As he hits the ropes, she dives into a rolling koppu kick, but Scott ducks low, almost stumbling as he hits the far ropes. Now with momentum, he clasps his hands and swings an axe handle towards the rising Visconty, who simply bends over backwards with a matrix evade! Trying to stop himself, Scott turns again, this time into a charging Visconty who runs up the front of his body into a back-flip, before lunging forward with a superkick, sending him reeling back into the ropes. Hitting the far side, Visconty cartwheels across the ring into a handspring elbow, smashing into Scott and sending him over the ropes to the outside. At the last second, he manages to grab hold of her top, pulling her down with him as they bounce off the apron to the floor.

Aiello: And we're right back to action on the outside!

Carter: How much more punishment can these two endure!?

Landing against the guardrail, Scott reaches up to grab hold, straining to pull himself to his feet as Visconty does the same a short distance away. Still favoring his right knee, he grabs her head and butts it from behind, sending her staggering forward into the apron. Grabbing a handful of hair, he tries to follow up by slamming her face into the edge, but she buries an elbow into his gut followed by another to his face. As Scott staggers back, she rushes in, but he ducks low for a back body drop, only for Visconty to parkour roll over him. Landing on her feet she leaps up onto the guardrail and twists into a hurricanrana, only to end up trapped as he plants his feet and grabs hold of her legs!

Straining to keep from dropping her as she squirms to escape, Scott slowly repositions one arm, then the other, until he has Visconty’s legs in his pits in a giant swing setup. Looking over his shoulder, he starts to back towards the post.

Securing his hold, Scott begins to swing Visconty back and forth despite her struggles, before whipping her up against the post, then swinging back the other way and tossing her up onto the apron. Leaning back against the edge to catch his breath, he watches Visconty slowly roll back into the ring, stumbling up onto all fours while cradling her head. Turning, he rolls back into the ring and follows, reaching down to pull Visconty up to her feet before shoving her head between his legs. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulls her up and stalls for a second before dropping into the Hard Goodbye. Visconty pops up into the air and goes limp as he rolls over her and hooks the leg.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING DING DING

Sitting up from the cover, Scott sucks a deep breath into his lungs, reaching up to scrub his face with both hands as the bell sounds. Looking back, he reaches down and pulls the still disoriented Visconty up to a seat as well, patting the young woman on the back before painfully climbing up to his feet as the official reaches for and raises his hand.

Jessica Stroup: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner … "DIE HARD" … DAVID … SCOTT!

Aiello: After an absolute barnburner of a main event, David Scott has punched his ticket to Philly! He joins Xavier Reid and Iggy Swango in that triple threat for the International Title!

Bennett: On top of that, we now know that Scorpio will defend his Undisputed Championship against Darius in a TLC match, one that I look forward to seeing our President win!

Carter: And just moments ago, Connors announced a major development with the Hunt for the Golden Ticket! After what was said by Bosa earlier tonight, you have to believe he's relishing the thought of earning that opportunity!

Aiello: Indeed, it's going to be a crazy night in Philly as one could expect. More details will of course be unveiled soon, but for now that'll do it from us here in Chicago. For Steve Bennett and Max Carter, I'm Joe Aiello saying so long and we'll see you in Philly!

The last thing we see is Scott continuing to celebrate the win, eager to prove himself at Hardcore Revolution as the show comes to a close.

[MNB]

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: David Miller
MATCH TWO: Dominic Sanders
MATCH THREE: MNB
MATCH FOUR / MAIN EVENT #1: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
MATCH FIVE / MAIN EVENT #2 : David Miller

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SEGMENTS

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Damian
Darius
Russ (Scorpio)
Axel
Xavier Reid
@alex
Ibuki Ito
MNB

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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GAMBIT:
Refe White
VS Mercenary
WINNER via pinfall: Rafe White

MATCH 1
Darius
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
WINNER via pinfall: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

MATCH 2
Premium Posse
VS The Southern Express
WINNERS via pinfall: The Southern Express

MATCH 3
Xavier Reid
VS Alexander Cage (PINNED)
VS Scorpio
WINNER via pinfall: Scorpio

MATCH 4 / MAIN EVENT #1
Callie Clark
VS Iggy Swango
WINNER via pinfall: Iggy Swango

MATCH 5 / MAIN EVENT #2
David Scott
VS Gabrielle Visconty
WINNER via pinfall: David Scott

BRAWL #557 MVP: Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

BRAWL #557 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Darius VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton

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