Post by MNB on Feb 22, 2021 22:20:26 GMT -6
WARNING:
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #564 | FEBRUARY 22ND 2021LIVE! from the Staples Center in Los Angeles, California
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
"Berzerk" by Eminem 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 #563 in Long Beach.
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, Gabrielle Visconty, Clay Byrd, Bosa, Callie Clark, and Noah Hartt among others.
We then get a shot of the sole Champion of BRAWL heading into Season 22:
Gabrielle Visconty with the International Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
We take a look around inside of the Staples Center and see the electricity! OR Something similar.
We take a look around inside of the Staples Center and see the electricity! OR Something similar.
A chant begins of
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading:
"BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MODE?"
"PLS BOOK MY FAVES, MR. ASS. GM"
"I WANNA BE
"I LIKE A MAN WITH A LOT OF HARTT"
"THERE'S A JOKE HERE ABOUT FLIPPING THE BYRD"
and "THE ROAD TO STRANGLEMANIA IS UPON US"
Aiello: Hello everyone, and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and we're in for an exciting night for the red brand here in Los Angeles! It's the start of a new era as we crown the inaugural FX Broadcast Championship in our main event, and after earning their spots at our season opener we will see whether Bosa or Callie Clark leaves the Staples Center with the brand-new title!
Bennett: The bright lights of Hollywood are shining on both these competitors tonight, but at the end of the night only one of them will shine brightest as the first-ever FX Broadcast Champion! It's a hell of a bout that is gonna cap off a barnburner of a night, that's for sure.
Aiello: We've got absolute bedlam in store as we see Xavier Reid and Samantha officially join forces, Gabi Vee teaming up with Saidie Sharpe, and the Young Lions in triple threat tag team action! On top of that, we have King Flip and Clay Byrd in what looks to be a clash of styles AND personalities, and a rematch that's a long time coming as Antoni Malietoa takes on Ace King in non-title action!
Bennett: I gotta give our assistant GM some credit, Joe...he knew that Antoni is a tough hombre but NOT an X-Division competitor, so this is gonna be a slugfest through and through!
Aiello: We're starting on the road to StrangleMania XVI and Ace King is in for a tough challenge ahead of his Undisputed Championship opportunity against Stitches, but we're going to open the night with a match between two men looking to get some momentum as Noah Hartt takes on Zack Tyler! Don't go away, folks!
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A man in a bathrobe paces the dairy aisle of a grocery store. His flip flops smack hard against its linoleum tiles. He turns around and the camera catches the face of the soon-to-debut Nightcall.
His own voice - putting on a stupidly thick Texan accent - narrates while he holds a carton of coconut milk.
Nightcall: Now this story I'm about to unfold took place on the 564th episode of Monday Night Brawl — just about the time Season 22 started up, give or take a show. I only mention it cuz sometimes there's a rassler — I won't say a hero, cuz what's a hero? But sometimes there's a rassler...and I'm talkin' about The Night Dude here — sometimes there's a rassler who, well, he's the rassler for his time and place, he fits right in there. That’s The Night Dude, in Los Angeles.
He opens the milk right there in the store and takes a sniff. Satisfied, he takes a drink and puts it in his nearby shopping cart.
Nightcall: And even if he's a lazy man, and The Night Dude was certainly that — quite possibly the laziest from Oceanside to Los Angeles, which would place him high in the runnin' for laziest in Cali. I mean look: He’s quotin’ Big Lebowski to ya damn near verbatim, and movie quotes are as lazy as they get for a vidya package...but sometimes there's a rassler, sometimes there's a rassler.
He runs his hand over the shelf of canned pineapple chunks, letting them casually drop into his cart. A can of Spam catches his eye. It goes into the mix.
The narrator drops the accent and panics.
Nightcall: Wait...what are you doing? Are you, I mean, am I buying Hawaiian food knowing damn well where I'm going?
Nightcall inaudibly has a conversation with the deli butcher. He is given a wrapped package of ham.
Nightcall: ...Please stop.
He places it in the buggie. The bathrobed Nightcall pushes the cart over to the men's clothing section. He is mesmerized by a button down shirt with a floral pattern.
The narrating voice sighs.
Nightcall: Why am I like this?
With shirt in tow, Nightcall stands patiently in the checkout line with his travel groceries. The camera bobs down to reveal he is missing a flip flop. Quick jump cut shows that a child is playing with it near the produce aisle. The camera jump cuts back to The Night Dude.
A title card pops up right beneath his coconut milk-mustachioed face.
Nightcall Dials It Up
Next Week In Hawaii
Next Week In Hawaii
FIRST YOU GET THE WIN, THEN YOU GET THE MOMENTUM, THEN YOU GET THE POWER!
[SINGLES MATCH]
Noah Hartt
VS Zack Tyler
VS Zack Tyler
We return to ringside where Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett are sitting behind the announcer’s table.
Aiello: Our opening match is the fall out from the Brawl season opener. We have Noah Hartt going up against Zack Tyler. Tyler is coming off a tough loss to Bosa, and Hartt is coming off a hard fought loss to Callie Clark. Both of these men are going to have something to prove tonight, having lost out on the shot at the FX title.
Bennett: Rookies take their lumps. Bosa and Clark aren’t easy people to be facing at any time. The winner of this match could potentially end up getting a shot at the winner of the FX title down the line.
Aiello: I am going to have to agree with you on this Steve.
Bennett: Damn right you are.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 185 pounds ... NOAH HARTT!
Pyros hit and "Tip Your Bartender" by glassjaw begins, Noah Hartt makes his way out from the curtain, flicking his hood off his head and throwing his hands up, and he starts to make his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans ringside, until reaching the ring. With no hands Noah jumps onto the ring apron as flips into the ring, over the top rope, before heading to the corner and taking off his hoodie while waiting for his opponent.
Stroup: And his/her opponent, from the alley out back, weighing in at 175 pounds ... ZACK TYLER!
The lights go dark as an image of Zack in seen backstage. By now on the entrance stage, fog machines are covering the platform. He stares into the camera with a deep soul stare before the camera fades. Just before the camera cuts off, a quick glimpse of a Red circle with a Red Left hand palm print is seen. Zack's [3:14] music then plays. At the [:17] mark, a Red flash of light illuminates the entrance stage and again at the [:20] mark. At the [:27] mark, Zack rolls out slowly on a skateboard dressed in a Black full length coat with his arms folded over his chest. As he approaches the ring, the skateboard rolls under the ring as he rolls under the bottom rope onto his stomach. The ringside camera catches an up-close image of Zack as he smiles and blood protrudes from his mouth down his chin. Slithering into the corner, he grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, removing his coat. His music by now has looped or replayed until he folds his hands together as if praying. His eyes roll in the back of his head and the lights come up to normal.
DING DING DING
The bell isn’t finished ringing when the two men charge in to lock up. Tyler quickly fires a knee to the midsection of Hartt and then goes right into a face lock. Hartt counter the move with a stiff elbow and then another, before whipping Tyler into the ropes. Hartt dashes to the other side and the two men come screaming back in at each other. Tyler hits the deck and Hartt hops over him and continues onto the ropes a second time. Tyler hops back to his feet and charges in on Hartt only to get caught with a diving clothesline as Hartt comes off the ropes. Hartt pops back up to his feet and hits a perfect standing moonsault on the downed Tyler. Hartt basks in the cheers for a moment before he reaches down and pulls Tyler back to his feet. Tyler rakes Hartt’s eyes and then sends him crashing to the mat with a wicked European uppercut. Tyler starts stomping away on Hartt’s midsection as he tries to take a little wind out of his sails.
Aiello: Zack going to work early on Noah Hartt, you have to believe both men are looking to get a good footing in the rankings especially with the FX Broadcast Championship coming into play!
Bennett: Zack's got a fire in his eyes that tells me he wants this really bad!
Tyler yanks Hartt back to his feet by his greasy hair and drills him with a spinning heel kick. Hartt staggers back, dropping to one knee. Tyler comes dashing in with a jumping knee strike but Hartt slips to the side with a drop toe hold, sending Tyler neck first into the top rope! Tyler drops to his knees clutching his injured neck as Hartt slips in behind Tyler. Wrapping his arms around Tyler’s waist, Hartt delivers a straight jack suplex, bridging for the pin.
1…
2..
Kick out by Tyler! Hartt looks a little disgusted that he didn’t get the 3 count.
Aiello: Noah with a nice suplex there, but it wasn't enough to keep Zack Tyler down!
Bennett: Noah's gonna have to show more...heart...than that to put this guy down! Ha!
Suddenly, out of the back walks the Remarkable Mark Keaton and Kevin Fisher. Keaton throws up the devil horns as the crowd greats him with boos. Back in the ring Hartt spots Keaton on the ramp and walks to the ropes with a WTF look on his face. Keaton’s devil horns turn into the old middle finger salute as he laughs at Hartt, waving his salute at him.
Aiello: Looks like Keaton's getting some revenge after what happened on PRIME, is this going to cost Hartt the match?
Bennett: It's what he gets for trying to take out a man's tail lights, Joe!
Tyler takes the momentary Keaton distraction by spinning Hartt around and drives a kick to the gut. Hartt doubles over and Tyler delivers a tornado ddt off the ropes! Tyler gets back to his feet slowly and starts climbing the ropes in the corner. Reaching to top, Tyler drops off with Fall From Grace, a top rope coffin drop, only Hartt brings up both knees just in time. Tyler slams back first into Hartt’s knees! Tyler rolls around on the mat in pain as Hartt gets to his feet and climbs the ropes. Hartt reaches the top and comes off with his own top rope coffin drop, he calls the Flat Liner, nailing the flopping Tyler. Hartt goes for the pin.
1…
2…
3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... NOAH HARTT!
Harrt raises his arm in victory and smiles back out to Keaton, who is now giving him a nice slow clap with a look of boredom on his face before he turns and walks to the back followed by Fisher.
Aiello: Wow! Great match from these two.
Bennett: Yeah, not a bad showing for the losers bracket...
Aiello: Settle down Steve, Noah's now taken a step toward getting into title contention! Folks, we're just moments away from a clash that's been quite a while in the making between Antoni Malietoa and Ace King!
Camera cuts to ...
We cut backstage, where Bob Murray is standing by with Davey Dunham.
Murray: Hello everyone, I'm here now with Davey Dunham hot off a big victory yesterday on GAMBIT, defeating Yaya Banana to officially kick off his career here on the red brand!
This gives us an opportunity to cut to footage from GAMBIT, showcasing Dunham's impressive performance before hitting the
Murray: Davey, welcome to BRAWL! How ya feelin' about things?
Dunham starts to speak, but before a word escapes his mouth the feed gets cut, interspliced with footage of the masked Reavers, a shot of Jim Connors tied up, and finally...Captain Morgan Darkwater himself. Morgan isn't wearing a mask as in previous encounters, nor is his beard alight... all theatrics seem to be gone, put aside in favour of dark, seething resentment on the face of the Captain, his eyes burning into the camera like the flames of Hell.
Morgan: You were all warned, numerous times, of the consequences that would come from your continued folly, that your constant, selfish vainglorious pursuits would ultimately lead to your ruin... and yet you persist, not to help fix the system, but continue to infest it, eating away at its once great past like a cancer. And cancer must be cut out, without excuse, or the body dies...
The Captain cracks his knuckles as the view once again cuts to the chained, blindfolded and gagged Connors. There's a loud BZZZT and the Brawl GM's body spasms uncontrollably as his screams are muffled by the gag. It then cuts back to Morgan...
Morgan: Connors' suffering is only the beginning, for as long as everyone persists on following this self-destructive path things will only get worse... and here, we see a new face enter the arena, looking not to better the company or the esteemed business he claims to love, but to feed his own ego like so many before him. He will soon find the hand that feeds him is about to be severed, and that if he truly wishes to survive on my show, he's going to have to learn the hard way exactly what he should be fighting for... for I am Morgan Darkwater, Voice of the Reavers... and the Reavers have spoken.
The feed finally cuts back to backstage, where an angry Dunham storms off without another word as we go to commercial.
THE GREAT BRAWL/RAMPAGE WAR CONTINUES!
[SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE]
Antoni Malietoa
VS Ace King
VS Ace King
We return to ringside as the much-anticipated face-off between Antoni Malietoa and Ace King is just moments away.
Aiello: Folks, this match has been a long time in the making. Ace King, the longest-reigning United States Champion in EWC history, was all set to defend against then-number one contender, Antoni Malietoa, but Malietoa fell to injury. That was TWO years ago, and a lot has changed. For starters, Ace King no longer holds the United States Championship. That doesn't seem to bother The Great Warrior, however, because for him it's about testing his mettle. And, as we've witnessed dozens of times already, Ace King never backs down from a fight, and that, folks, is why you need to stay glued to Monday Night Brawl!
Bennett: All that aside, there's no BS going to happen in this one. This match is about two high-calibur athletes testing their steel against each other to determine who the greater warrior really is.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from Apia, Samoa by way of Auckland, New Zealand, weighing in at 254-pounds ... He is The Samoan Warrior ... ANTONI MALIETOA!
"Be Somebody" by Fort Minor, featuring Lupe Fiasco and Holly Brook plays in the background as all eyes turn to Antoni Malietoa making his way to the ring.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235-pounds ... He is the current X-Division Champion ... The Gambler ... ACE KING!
"The Ace of Spades" by Motorhead plays and the X-Division Champion makes his way to the ring. He locks eyes with Antoni and the two men stare each other down.
DING DING DING
And the match is underway! Neither man hesitates to head right into the fray. Antoni connects with a Forearm. King goes down, but he pops right back up. Malietoa attempts a second Forearm, but this time Ace ducks beneath his arm and rebounds off the ropes. Malietoa sidesteps Ace while grabbing him by the back of the head and shoving him over the ropes, but Ace catches the top rope and flips over it to land on the apron. Again using the rope, Ace flings himself back into the ring toward Antoni. The Great Warrior catches him mid-Crossbody and plants Ace on the mat with a tremendous Scoop Powerslam. Antoni snickers as Ace takes a little longer getting up this time, but he does. Ace with a series of Shoot Kicks, targeting Malietoa's legs. A couple kicks to Antoni's sides and arms are thrown in for good measure. Ace runs and rebounds off the ropes and hits Antoni not once, but twice, with Clotheslines. Antoni almost goes down, but he steadies himself, shoving Ace backward and stumbling a few steps--his legs feeling the trauma of those kicks. Ace comes charging back in, but Antoni counters with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex!
Aiello: Antoni really taking it to the Gambler in the early stages here, showing him that he's a different man from their previous encounter!
Bennett: Yeah, but will being different MAKE the difference against the man holding X-Division gold?
Antoni Malietoa tries taking control of the match and grabs Ace with a High-Wrenching Arm Bar. Ace struggles some, but is able to break out of the old and Irish Whip Malietoa into the corner. More targetted kicks to Malietoa's midsection. Ace takes a few steps back to get a running start and rushes in with a Dropkick, driving Malietoa into the corner. Malietoa stumbles forward and Ace whips him into the opposite corner with force. Malietoa rebounds off it. Slingblade from Ace King! King to the top turnbuckle! European Uppercut to Malietoa as the latter climbs back up to his feet. Forgoing a pin attempt, Ace latches on to Malietoa's legs and repositions them to form the Cloverleaf. He locks it in! The pure strength in Malietoa's arms is enough to get him over to the ropes and the referee breaks up the hold.
Aiello: And now we have Ace King really working the legs, trying to see if how they're holding up!
Bennett: This is exactly what Antoni needs to be careful of, don't give Ace an opening!
Malietoa and King are both back on their feet. When Antoni charges toward him, Ace grabs him by the arm and tries to drag the bigger man to the mat with an Arm Bar, but Antoni shoves him away. Like lightning, Ace spins back around into a Spear from Malietoa! But he's not done. Antoni lifts Ace King to his feet, kicks him in the midsection, and nails a Malosi DDT! Antoni makes the cover for a very near three fall. Somehow Ace King still has enough gas in the tank to keep going. Malietoa again lifts Ace upward to his feet. Ace and Malietoa go back and forth for a few moments, trading open-handed strikes... Antoni with a headbutt! Ace is reeling, but Antoni's got him lifted up for the Resurrection...ACE REVERSES! WILD CARD! Ace gets the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... ACE KIIIIIIING!
The ref raises King's arm in victory as we see a stunned Malietoa, who can't believe what's just happened!
Aiello: Antoni pulled out all the stops tonight to best the X-Division Champion, but the Gambler managed to take it in the end with that Wild Card!
Bennett: Damn right, what a shocker of a pinfall that was too! Antoni definitely showed he's still got what it takes, but it's the Gambler going home with a victory...but can he keep the momentum going as he prepares for StrangleMania?
Aiello: Folks, what a night it's been so far! In just a moment we're going to see a clash of styles and personalities as King Flip takes on Clay Byrd!
Camera cuts to ...
We cut backstage, where we see Assistant GM Timothy Kahrs on the phone until Davey Dunham barges in. Before he can get in a word in edgewise, Kahrs is interrupted by the newest signee of the red brand.
Dunham: Morgan Darkwater has put me on notice, so I'm letting YOU know that as soon as he makes his way back to BRAWL, I'll be ready for him...and I won't be alone.
With that, Dunham storms off as we go to commercial break.
The crowd buzzes as X-Division Champion Ace King, fresh off his win against Antoni Malietoa moments ago, strides through the backstage area, though he’s still feeling the effects of the match.
He rounds the corner to get back to the locker room and goes inside, shuffling over to his stall. As he reaches down to get his bag from under the bench, however, his eyes are drawn elsewhere.
Sitting in the stall is a solitary playing card sitting face-down; with a raised eyebrow, he picks up the card and turns it over, immediately dropping it to reveal a Joker card with the words “Don’t Forget the Joker” in a harsh red chicken scratch.
The crowd boos its significance, though Ace picks the cards back up, shaking his head before slowly turning around as the feed cuts to...
FLIPS OR FISTS? YOU DECIDE!
[SINGLES MATCH]
King Flip
VS Clay Byrd
VS Clay Byrd
We return to ringside where King Flip and Clay Byrd are about to fight it out!
Aiello: Welcome back, folks! As we just saw, Ace King is gearing up for a big fight at StrangleMania XVI but it looks like Stitches is trying to play mind games ahead of their encounter in Miami! With that, we focus our attention back on the red brand's proceedings as King Flip attempts to play mind games of his own against Clay Byrd!
Bennett: Flip better be really damn careful, or Clay Byrd is gonna flip him the hell out of LA!
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from The Land of Money and Fame, weighing in at 220-pounds and being accompanied to the ring by Chanel ... KING FLIP!
"Machinegun" by Portishead starts to play and King Flip makes his way to the ring. Heavy jeering from the audience rains down upon him.
Stroup: And his opponent, from the Outskirts of Plainview, Texas, weighing in at 295-pounds ... CLAY BYRD!
"Gunnin' For You" by Nick Nolan picks up, but the fans don't LET up. If anything, they boo Clay louder than they booed King Flip! It's clear neither man is well-liked here tonight!
DING DING DING
It's a no-brainer that Clay Byrd has the size advantage, and he's none too shy about using it. As soon as King Flip gets within arm's reach, Byrd connects with a stiff right hand. Flip falls back into the corner, but Byrd doesn't let up. Another punch! Flip doesn't even get the chance to fall down because now Byrd's got his hands wrapped around his throat. He's choking the dear life out of him! Clearly this isn't a match, but a straight up fight--one Flip may be unprepared to handle as Byrd continues to squeeze tighter and tighter. This isn't X-Division rules, though, so the referee--thank God--forces Clay to let him go. Flip gasps for breath and nearly falls over as Clay reluctantly takes several steps back. Flip takes a knee in an attempt to regain stability, but is met with a boot right upside the head from Clay Byrd! This is far from over as the look on Clay's face says it all: King Flip is going to pay! Stomping on Flip, Clay only lets up to yank Kip upright before planting him back down with a Body Slam, followed by more stomps. The referee instructs Clay to lay off him long enough to let him get back up, but Clay pushes him away and goes right back to kicking and stomping. Wanting to use his hands now, Clay kneels down over Kip, grabs a handful of his hair, and starts delivering a series of punches to the head. Once again the referee orders Clay to back off. Chanel, on the ring apron, is screaming at Clay to look at her. She's going off about what she thinks of Clay, and he doesn't think too much of it. He heads over toward her, only the referee standing between Clay Byrd and Chanel. The referee warns Chanel to get off the apron as Clay inches toward her, but King is rejuvenated. He quickly sneaks up behind Clay with his back turned and nails him in the pills with a low-blow!
Aiello: Flip is taking advantage of this situation and is completely off the rails with his behavior!
Bennett: Yeah, but it's effective...at least for now!
King Flip has downed the giant, temporarily, with a Double-Arm DDT, and now he's doing everything in his power to keep him that way! A series of kicks as King Flip amps up. Clay uses his arms to shield his head from the onslaught. The referee finally turns around to see King pummeling away at Clay and looks confused. Wasn't Clay just doing the same thing to Flip? Did Flip... flip things around? Apparently so! King Flip relents after one final, heavy punch to the side of Clay Byrd's head. King keeps the momentum going, rebounding off the ropes and landing dead center on top of Byrd with a Springboard Moonsault. He makes the cover, but Clay shoves him off at 2. Not wanting the bigger man to get back to his feet, King Flip goes for a second Moonsault, but this time Clay's got his knees up. King bounces off him like a rag doll. Rolling around the ring holding his midsection, King Flip sucks in mouthfuls of air and tries to get back to his feet first. He manages to get up in time to meet Clay with a Tornado DDT. King locks in a Cobra Clutch after Byrd rises again. Due to his size, King Flip can't complete the Suplex aspect of the maneuver, and as Clay pushes upward off the mat, with Flip on his back, the giant drops backward, squishing Flip like a pancake--which is another thing that gets flipped.
Aiello: And it looks like King Flip is getting his just desserts here folks!
Bennett: We may see a mauling live on air, I don't think the network will be pleased by this!
Clay Byrd's not very happy, and King Flip is feeling a little deflated. Chanel is back up on the ring apron trying to distract the referee again. He orders her to get down. She responds by climbing up the turnbuckle and telling the referee what he'd do if she just so happened to jump on top of Clay Byrd. Something along the lines of YOU THINK YOU CAN STOP ME? Clay sees Chanel and grabs King by the back of the head. He practically throws Flip at Chanel, knocking her off the turnbuckle and soaring into the guardrail! OH! EM! GEE! That looked absolutely painful! Somebody check on Chanel! King flip stares at the ringside area in absolute shock. He can't believe Clay just used his body as a projectile to get Chanel out of the way! He turns his attention back to Clay Byrd, with so much anger and hatred in his eyes that the only one that can match his glare is Clay Byrd himself! These two men don't like each other in the least! They're trading blows now, and Flip goes for the K.I.N.G.--but Clay counters out, sending Flip to the ropes! WEST TEXAS LARIAT! Clay with the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... CLAAAAAAAY BYRD!
The ref raises Clay's arm in victory, with Byrd staring down the fallen Flip as we cut back to commentary.
Aiello: Clay Byrd with an amazing win after a tough contest between both men!
Bennett: King Flip nearly had the win after all the dirty deeds he went for, but Clay caught him with that big lariat at the end!
Aiello: I think Clay has earned himself a bit of revenge with such a win as this tonight! Folks, up next we have insanity in store as the Xtreme Ravagers take on the Young Lions and the team of Gabi Vee and Saidie Sharpe in triple threat tag team action!
Camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage inside the Staple Center where we find ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love, he is looking down at his phone. The camera zooms in and it shows three calls to ‘Satan’s Mistress’, he opens his text messages and clicks on ‘Horrible Life Sucking Bitch’ and there is no response from her...Tommy shakes his head as he turns off his phone and looks up to see Maria Love walking towards him, he tosses his arms up in the air as he looks at her
Tommy Love: I have left seven messages for you…
Maria smiles and shrugs
Maria Love: I’ve been busy, YOUR son turned 21…
Tommy smirks
Tommy Love: Careful honey, people are starting to think he’s YOUR son also…
He says laughing but Maria rolls her eyes
Maria Love: Gabi is a stupid twit clearly...Connors might want to piss test her because she’s either on drugs again or clearly not paying attention...though trying to keep your kids straight is enough to make anyone sniff coke off a homeless man’s ass…
Tommy Love: You have such a way with words…
Maria Love: I have two words for you...wanna hear them…
She says with a smile but Tommy waves her off
Tommy Love: I don’t have time for foreplay and I’m barred from taking out my dick again during ‘operational hours’...you #SEED a few offices and HR is called in and there are classes you have to attend…
But Maria is growing tired of this
Maria Love: What do you want Tommy…
Tommy Love: I want to make sure those two boys of yours are on the same page as Xavier and Samantha…
Maria scuffs at him
Maria Love: Yeah, well what about if I want to make sure those two are on the same page and Jamie and Lorenzo…
Tommy Love: NO...we are calling the shots here tonight, The Young Lions need to fall in line and…
Maria Love: EXCUSE ME!!!
Maria takes a step towards her ex
Maria Love: LISTEN HERE ASSHOLE...we don’t fall in line...this is a ‘team’ right, that’s what our daughter told me, no one person or one team’s needs take priority over another...Jamie and Lorenzo are looking to make a name for themselves in the tag team division and Jamie...he feels like it would be an insult to not give Xavier and Samantha his very best, that’s the respect he has for them...Xavier, Samantha, Gabi...these are all BIG names in the EWC and would be a big win for the Young Lions...now…
Maria calms down a little as she looks at Tommy
Maria Love: I know Xavier and Gabi have a date for the International Championship and we will be rooting for him but tonight...it’s every team for themselves…
Tommy looks shocked but them smiles, as behind Maria comes Xavier and Samantha...she looks a bit confused until she hears the voices behind her
Xavier Reid: If that’s how you guys want it…
Samantha Hamilton: Then it’s every team for themselves but understand this…
Xavier Reid: It’s what you guys wanted...Sam and I are going out there to win tonight…
Samantha Hamilton: And anyone that stands in our way of doing that is at risk of bodily harm…
Xavier Reid: Friend or foe…
Tommy smiles as he walks past his ex-wife and stands behind his two clients
Tommy Love: We could have done this the easy way but...YOU TOOK HALF MY MONEY!!!
Xavier turns to look at him
Xavier Reid: Come on…
Samantha Hamilton: At best she took half of the half…
Xavier Reid: Of the half you had left over from the first wife…
Samantha Hamilton: Did you not have a lawyer or know about prenups?
Tommy Love: MY POINT IS IF YOU WANT THIS TO BE EVERY TEAM FOR THEMSELVES FINE...once that bell rings it’s one…
Maria smiles as she shakes her head
Maria Love: It will be like divorce court all over again, me smiling and you crying about all you lost…
She turns and walks away as Tommy is about to say something but Sam stops him
Samantha Hamilton: Let it go…
Xavier Reid: We don’t need them, I get it, Jamie and Lorenzo want to prove themselves, show that they have worth...I get it, this is their big shot and I shouldn’t have expected them to just toss that aside for me...so when that bell rings we put The Love Club aside and do what’s best for Samantha and I...we make a statement like we said we were going to do…
Sam nods, turning and looking straight at a nearby EWC camera man who found the trio and decided to get an opportune shot.
Samantha Hamilton: Geez you guys are nosy. But I suppose you’re at least doing your job. Since you’re here … Saidie, Gabi, Young Lions … pay close attention, because it’s exactly what Xavier just said that you should really worry about; the statement we’re going to make, the damage we’ll do. Not if our names sound like it’s from the 90s which - for the record - were some of the best times ever, thank you very much. So what was meant to be a lame insult is actually more of a compliment.
Sam smirks.
Samantha Hamilton: But forgive me if I say 3C isn’t overly impressive itself, even more so when you know exactly what it stands for. Luckily - or not, depending on your point of view - this is gonna be a Triple Threat wrestling match, not a naming contest.
Oh, and Saidie?
Sam shakes her head.
Samantha Hamilton: The fact you really thought Xavier became a dual champion by something petty by luck … do you realize what you’ve set yourself up for? I’ve been a dual champion myself. No, not here, but the point is I’ve been in his shoes. And I can safely say, you don’t accomplish that by mere luck.
Jordan? I don’t typically have issues with you, but the fact you intervened with this fight? Now I do. I expect this to be the last time you control stipulations of matches you’re not even a goddamn part of to start with. And Ruthann’s right - you need to either let Saidie grow up …
Xavier Reid: Or take a more serious role in her life, you were right to be concerned with her running around with Gabi, I wouldn’t want my niece left alone in her care but that damage has been done...Gabi has brought her into this fight so she’s fair game now...next time...pick better friends, as for you Gabi…
Xavier smiles
Xavier Reid: You have something I want and I’m going to beat the hell out of everyone around you until I get it back...I’m going to make your life miserable and it starts here tonight...now…
Xavier looks at the camera man
Xavier Reid: GET FUCKING LOST...the last two dipshits that put a camera in our faces are still eating their meals out of a straw…
The camera slowly pulls away as Tommy smiles and motions for Xavier and Sam to follow him.
We move to a commercial break.
