Post by MNB on Apr 5, 2021 21:00:47 GMT -6
WARNING:
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #566 | APRIL 5TH 2021LIVE! from The O2 in London, England
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 on April 7th, 1997 all the way down to the last episode #565 in Honolulu.
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, Noah Hartt, King Flip, and Zack Tyler among others.
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Bosa with the FX Broadcast Championship
Xavier Reid with the International Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
We take a look around inside of The O2 and see the electricity!
We take a look around inside of The O2 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.
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:
"SHOW ME YOUR HARTT"
"CHK = CHAMPIONSHIP HOLDING KING"
"REID THE ROOM, GABI VEE"
"BEEEEAST MOOOOODE"
"I'M HERE FOR A NIGHTCALL NIGHTCAP"
and one brave soul holding a sign with the old BRAWL logo:
Aiello: Hello everyone, and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, welcoming you to a special night for the red brand here in jolly ol' London! Nearly twenty-four years ago we had the very first edition of the EWC's flagship program, and tonight we have a card filled to the brim with matches that honor the long-standing tradition!
Bennett: That's right Joe, we've got one HELL of a main event as Bosa defends his FX Championship against King Flip, who has made it abundantly clear he will do anything to take that title and prove himself on his big return to the red brand! Before that, we've got two big opportunities for two of our recent signees, as Nightcall takes on Samantha Hamilton and Scott Coltrane takes on Antoni Malietoa in what ought to be a couple slugfests!
Aiello: We also have a curious encounter as new International Champion Xavier Reid is set to take on Davey Dunham, who we had last seen rushed to a local hospital and treated for various injuries. And yet, we're hearing now that Dunham WILL be here at the O2 to make the most of this opportunity!
Bennett: I'm gonna be honest Joe, I think Davey may be biting off more than he can chew! Before we get to all that, however, we do have a slobberknocker of an opening contest as Noah Hartt takes on Jack Severn, who's made it clear he wants a shot at that FX Championship in the near future!
Aiello: And what an opening bout that will be, Steve! As a matter of fact, we're gonna get right to it when we come back! Don't go away, folks!
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COMING SOON:
THE BEST OF BRAWL TOURNAMENT
THE B.O.B.
haha, just kidding...unless?
HARTT VS THE HEARTLESS!
[SINGLES MATCH]
Noah Hartt
VS "Heartless" Jack Severn
VS "Heartless" Jack Severn
We return to ringside where Steve Bennett and Joe Aiello are seated at the Announcers table.
Aiello: Welcome Brawl fans! We have an action packed night set up for you in this first Brawl after StrangleMania XVI! We saw the International title change hands as Xavier Reid got the hard fought win over Gabrielle Visconty.
Bennett: I told you all along that Gabi would drop the title as fast as she got it. Gabi just isn’t on the same level as Xavier. Xavier has been the Undisputed Champion, whereas Gabi has been too scared to press her luck. And to have Gabi claim that she is the new face of Brawl, well that is --
The O2 Arena explodes into cheers as Bennett is cut off mid sentence.
Aiello: Something is going on at the entrance. Can we get a cam--
Visconty: Hello London!
Gabi Vee exclaims as she walks out onto the entrance ramp. She smiles out at the warm reception from the crowd, giving them a little time to calm down.
Bennett: Dammit, not her…
Aiello: It’s the former International Champion herself, Gabi Vee!
Bennett: Yeah, taking up valuable air time. She isn’t even on the card! Why is she here?
Gabi walks from one side of the entrance to the other as the O2 crowd starts to chant:
GABI VEE!
GABI VEE!
GABI VEE!
GABI VEE!
GABI VEE!
Gabi nods out to the crowd in appreciation before holding her hand up to silence the crowd.
Visconty: Thank you! Really, thank you. First off, there have been a few people making the rounds, questioning what I am going to do now that I have lost the International title. They are wondering if I am going back to Rampage. They are wondering if I am going to focus on the FX Championship. They are wondering if I am going to move to Paramount to join up with the 3C and the Rayders.
The crowd pops at the mention of 3C and the Rayders as they await Gabi’s next words.
Bennett: I’m not. I couldn’t give a rat’s as--
Visconty: No one cares what you think, Bennett!
Gabi smiles as she lifts the side of her cap to show she has an earpiece in. The crowd cheer as Steve Bennett looks a bit shocked at Gabi’s reply to him.
Visconty: I’m not going anywhere!!! I am staying right here on Brawl, just like I told you all I would - with or without that International title!
Gabi drops the mic to her side as the crowd cheers loudly at her announcement. She walks back and forth, grinning out to the crowd excitedly before holding up a hand to quiet them down.
Visconty: I’m not going to chase the FX title… I am going to get MY International title back! Xavier Reid, you may currently be holding the title but you are far from a Champion. You are far from what it will take to lead Brawl back to glory. I am making a promise to all the Brawl fans tonight, I will do what it takes to fix this. I will do what it takes to lead Brawl back to the top of the EWC! I will reclaim the International title and represent Brawl!
The crowd explodes in cheers as Gabi smiles confidently out to the crowd, nodding her head. She waves out to them before turning and heading into the back. The camera cuts back to Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett at the Announcer’s table. Aiello looks excited as he glances over to Bennett, who looks disgusted.
Aiello: And there you have it, right from Gabi Vee’s mouth. She is staying right here on Brawl and going back after the International title!
Bennett: God help us... I was hoping we’d see a lot less of her after she lost.
Aiello: Looks like you’ll be seeing a lot more of her, Steve.
Bennett: Great.
Aiello: But right now we have our opening match of the night: Noah Hartt up against ‘Heartless’ Jack Severn.
Bennett: Noah has sort of been a slow fizzle since he exploded onto the EWC. I expected more from this Son o Bitch. Now Severn, he has been looking good. He got a win over the current challenger for the FX title, King Flip, as well as an impressive showing at StrangleMania.
Aiello: Noah is far from a walk in the park, he’s had his own shot at the FX title holder Bosa, and had a great showing in the match, nearly winning. The kid is a dynamic force whenever he sets foot into the ring.
Bennett: I guess we will see which of them comes out on top tonight, Jessica Stroup is in the ring.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, weighing in at 185 pounds… Making his way to the ring, from the streets of Boston Massachusetts! 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 opponent, from Milwaukee, WI, weighing in at 220 pounds ... ’HEARTLESS’ JACK SEVERN!!
'15 Minutes' by Shattered Skies hits as Jack walks down to the ring once the guitar riff starts, smiling with the utmost confidence in his face. He claps for himself, mocking the crowd, as he enters through the ropes. Once in the center of the ring, he stretches out his arms and relishes in the crowd's hatred, mocking them and their heroes. before taking his jacket off.
DING DING DING
Severn wastes no time in pressing the attack, charging in and locking up with Hartt. Severn starts to overpower the smaller Hartt, but Hartt slips to the side and arm drags Severn to the mat. Hartt immediately dashes for the ropes and comes off to hop over Severn as he rolls Hartt’s way. Hartt hits the ropes again, this time holding on to stop himself as Severn looks to be ready for Hartt’s return. Hartt flashes a knowing smile as he starts to circle. Severn snarls and starts to close in on Hartt again, this time Hartt is ready. Severn charges in fior the lock up and gets sent to the mat with a slick drop toe hold from Hartt. Severn slaps the mat in frustration as Hartt rolls away and back up to his feet. Severn gets back to his feet and limps a little on his right leg. Hartt fakes a charge to see how bad the knee of Severn is, and he hobbles back and grabs the ropes to steady himself.
Aiello: Severn looking a little less than ready, could this be an opportunity for Hartt to strike?
Bennett: I've got a feeling Severn has more fight in him though, look!
The Ref asks Severn if he is good to continue and Severn shoves him away. Hartt moves in and goes for a lock up but Severn explodes with a European uppercut that sends Hartt to the mat. Severn wastes no time in setting in with a few boots to the ribs, followed by dropping down and driving an elbow into Hartt’s face.With his back to the Ref, Severn starts choking Hartt. Hartt kicks his legs as he tries to break Severn’s hands free from around his neck and the Ref moves to get a better view. Severn smartly releases the hold as the Ref moves around. He grabs a handful of Hartt’s hair and yanks him to his feet. He winds up and sends another European uppercut but Hartt slips to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow. He slips behind Severn and locks him up for a bell-to-back suplex. Hartt scrambles to his feet and springboards off the ropes with a shooting star press. Hartt hooks the legs and the Ref is there for the count.
1…
2 - Kickout!
Hartt grabs Severn and starts to pull him to his feet, only for Severn to rake his eyes. Hartt staggers away clutching his eyes as Severn gets to his feet - his limp is noticeably gone. He stalks in behind Hartt and spins him around to drive a knee into his midsection. Severn pulls Hartt in for a power bomb but turns and sends Hartt back first into the corner with a buckle bomb. Severn loads up the knee and charges in, blasting Hartt right in the chin. Hartt’s head snaps back and he flops to the side. Severn drags him out of the corner and drops an elbow to Hartt’s chest before locking him up for the pin attempt. The Ref slides in with the count!
1…
2….
3 - NO! At the last second Hartt gets his shoulder up off the mat. Severn yells at the Ref that he was down for the full 3, and the Ref says only 2. While Seven is arguing with the Ref, Hartt rolls away to try to clear his head. He clutches his jaw as he gets to one knee. Severn is still pissed at what he feels was a slow count, yelling in the Ref’s face. Severn finally turns back to where Hartt should be and notices he isn’t there. He looks up just in time for Hartt to dash in with a tilt a whirl hurricanrana, sending Severn bouncing off the mat and out of the ring. Hartt wastes no time and dashes to the ropes to springboard off with a Cardiac Arrest - 630 Senton - but no one is home! Severn rolls out of the way at the last second and Hartt slams back first on the arena floor.
Aiello: Wow, look at the impact there! Hartt could be out of it!
Bennett: Looks like Severn is starting to get some momentum back, Joe!
Severn is slow to his feet as Hartt rolls around on the floor clutching his back, screaming in pain. Severn stumbles over and yanks Hartt up and whips him back first into the steel stairs! The crowd lets out a collective gasp at the insanely loud THUD as Hartt impacts the steps. Severn stands there a moment before looking out to the crowd and laughing as he points at Hartt lying on the floor in pain. The Ref has already started the count and is at 5 as Severn finally stops gloating and realizes he is about to get counted out. He grabs Hartt and slings him under the bottom rope. Severn then slips back into the ring. Severn and Hartt are getting to their feet about the same time, when Hartt hops over with an enziguri. Hartt slowly gets back to his feet as Severn is using the ropes to stand. Hartt dashes to the ropes and comes in for a missile drop kick - but Severn drops and yanks the ropes down, Hartt sails over Severn but snags the top rope at the last moment to save himself from going to the floor again. Hartt saves himself but comes crashing back first into the side of the ring apron. Severn reaches over the top ropes and grabs Hartt by the hair and yanks him back into the ring, and straight into a Dead, Dead, and Deader - a running Death Valley driver. Hartt is in pain as he rolls to his side. Severn grabs Hartt and yanks him up and into a Chaos Crusher - outside leg hook fisherman driver. He rolls Hartt up for the pin.
1…
2…
3!! Hartt kicks out a moment too late!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, Chaos Crusher ’HEARTLESS’ JACK SEVERN!!
The crowd shower Severn with boos as he raises his hands in the air. He spits on Hartt before slipping out of the ring as the Ref moves to check on Hartt.
Aiello: What a match! Both of these two really showcased their own abilities, but it was ‘Heartless’ Jack Severn who was able to secure the win.
Bennett: Hartt really took too many risky moves.
Aiello: That’s his style, though - go big and risk it all. I have to say Hartt looked good in the match up until he went for the Cardiac Arrest.
Aiello: Folks, when we come back we're going to see if Davey Dunham is truly ready to face the new International Champion Xavier Reid in non-title action!
Camera cuts to ...
A camera peers in and nothing but black is seen but commotion is heard, showing that the camera is on. A flicker of the screen a bit shows a figure quickly but nothing other than that. A smirk comes across Kendricks face as a few more flickers occur before the lights in an empty backroom flip on showing Kendrick.
Kendrick Kross: Yes, I know. I was last seen representing Prime at StrangleMania, do you really believe e Prime is my home though?
Kendrick remains standing in the cold and seemingly bare concrete room. Kendrick chuckles a bit as he shakes his head back and forth. Seemingly answering the question silently at the moment.
Kendrick Kross: Of course it isn’t. The show when someone asks what Kendrick Kross’ home show is? If anyone that truly knows me they wouldn’t say Prime. No, they would know deep in their hearts it’s one show.... Monday Night Brawl.
Kendrick walks over to the right side of the room as he puts both hands on one of the walls, feeling the coldness of the concrete penetrating his hands.
Kendrick Kross: Did I come back and go to Prime? Yes. I had my reasons behind that, ones that may come out eventually. If anyone thought that Prime was always going to be my end goal and staying there, if they thought that I wanted to go there just to go there? They have a major problem. I came back to Brawl not just because it’s my home but because I have scores to settle. Not exactly with people, though I’m sure there is, but I came back to right successes that didn’t happen.
A big smirk comes across his face as he slams his right hand flat against the cold concrete. Though he shakes it a bit from the sting of after.
Kendrick Kross: I will tell you one reason right now, that really is two. The International Championship and the Champion himself...Xavier Reid.
Kendrick leans his head up against the cold concrete before pushing himself off and to a vertical position walking back to the middle of the room.
Kendrick Kross: Xavier you and I have a big history. Tournaments and Tag Teams just to name two. I won’t lie, you’ve gotten the best of me. But that International Championship you hold? It eluded me my whole career. Xavier, I don’t plan on that happening again. I don’t care who or what I have to go through to take that from you.
Don’t think that’s the only thing that has pissed me off, you aren’t that special. The X-Division Championship. That is one title I won and I held dear to my heart. I wanted to go at Ace for it when I got my shot. But whoever it will end up being. It’ll be your last defense.
Kendrick smirks a bit and shakes his head.
Kendrick Kross: Monday Night Brawl. I’m going to tell you now. I haven’t came back to lose, to become to the results that had been happening. No. I’m coming back with a vengeance. And everyone is going to pay the price.
With that the camera quickly flickers out.
We move to a commercial break.
The camera cuts backstage inside The O2 where we find Bob Murray.
Murray: Please welcome at this time, the NEW EWC International Champion Xavier Reid!
The camera pulls back a little to show Xavier Reid standing next to Bob Murray, the International Championship over his left shoulder.
Murray: Xavier…
But Bob is cut off by someone clearing this throat very loudly and then coughing until Bob is forced to say…
Murray: And we are also being joined by ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love...good to see you Tommy…
The camera pulls back even further to show a smiling Tommy Love standing next to Xavier, he reaches out and pats the gold face of the International Championship
Love: It’s great to be here Bob, back in London and around so many people, who like me, are thought of as ‘unruly hooligans’ with ‘questionable moralities’...damn I think I’ll retire here one day…
Tommy smiles as this does get a small pop from the O2 fans
Murray: Great to know Tommy but Xavier at StrangleMania…
Reid: I did what I said I was going to do Bob, I took back this International Championship that was wrongfully taken away from me, that I will start to restore pride back into a championship that was once thought of as ‘most prestigious’ prize in the world of wrestling. Ever since this championship was taken from me it fell back into the pitfalls of meaning NOTHING in the EWC, being held by ‘champions’ who struggled to win matches...that were all talk and very little action. Clay, Darius and Gabi...they did more damage to this championship than good...I took this championship and restored it back to its glory and they undid all my hard work…
Love: Love him or hate him there is no denying that Xavier Reid brought glory back to the International Championship, that under his control this championship matter once again...he brought it back up to the level that Cyrus Black had it...that Drake had it…
Reid: The person that holds this championship should be viewed as a threat to the Undisputed Champion...not ‘not ready’ for the moment...but fear not fans of Brawl, the International Championship is back in my hands and you have a champion worthy of this pedestal…
Tommy clears his throat once again
Love: He may not be the champion you want but he’s the champion YOU all need…
He smiles and laughs as Xavier cuts in
Reid: So I take this championship and we move forward, I know...you all expected me to come out here and take my victory lap on Gabi but I’ll pass...it’s beneath me because I was expected to win, I was expected to beat her...look back at our past, each and every time Gabi Visconty steps into the ring with Xavier Reid she loses...all accept for ONE time and the ONE man that saved her ass from tapping out wasn’t in her corner this time...he was in MINE!!!
Tommy smiles and mouths ‘sorry Gabi’...
Reid: So I leave her behind here tonight because she has no value to me anymore...she has nothing I want and I move forward as the International Champion, to set the bar for anyone who dreams of holding this one day...and tonight I start with Davey Dunham…
Love: You poor unfortunate bastard…
Reid: See Davey was rather opinionated about me and Samantha ahead of his match against her at Rampage #480 but Sam put his ass back into place...she showed him he wasn’t ready for the elite of the EWC because when he talks you’d think he’s beaten someone of value around here...Tommy remind the fans at home, who’s Davey Dunham beaten…
Tommy smiles
Love: YaYa Banana…
Xavier shakes his head
Reid: Yet he wants to run his mouth about my business...about me and Samantha’s business...about The Love Club’s business...well we will see about that…
Murray: Davey of course…
Reid: Has just been medically cleared Bob, orbital fractures, a broken nose, dislocated shoulder, concussions...he should still be at home taking it easy and instead...he’s stepping in the ring with me...a 2 time X-Division Champion, a man that is known for violence and brutality...a man he’s gone and pissed off Bob...yet did you notice...he wasn’t as threatening to me as he was towards Sam...it’s as if he realized what he’s about to face inside that ring tonight…
Love: One of the most decorated champions in the EWC…
Reid: But he’s wrong Bob...this match does mean something to me...see Davey attacked my reputation when trying to convince Samantha that I didn’t care about her, he attacked my motivation when trying to make the case that I was using Samantha...the fact is Davey doesn’t know me...up until two months ago he was nothing more than a ‘fan’, he saw me on a TV, he doesn’t know me or my intentions...he doesn’t see what happens behind closed doors yet he wants to smear my name to what...get in good with the members of 3C…
Love: 3C!!!
Reid: It’s the pathetic actions of a ‘fanboy’ and that’s all Davey is, he’s starstruck by Gabi and Candy...my ‘home-girl Gabi’ as if you are friends or even know her...maybe your daughter should find a new role model, someone like Samantha, who is a strong powerful female, someone who doesn’t take shit from some loudmouth ‘fan’...but the fact remains Davey my name came out of your mouth and tonight I make you pay for that…for insulting me against Samantha and insulting me here tonight...
Xavier pauses for a second and then
Reid: I get it, you want a piece of Jack Severn for what he did to you but what you fail to realize is the opportunity that’s in front of you right here tonight, you are stepping into the ring with the International Champion yet you are looking ahead to your match at Rampage...see it’s not me that thinks this match means nothing Davey...that would be YOU, because if you had half a brain you’d understand this is a match of a lifetime for you...you’d get what a win over me would do for your career...the money it would bring in for you and your family but yet you have one eye on Jack Severn and Rampage #482 and that’s going to cost you a beating here tonight…
Xavier adjust the International Championship
Reid: Tonight I march right through LT Davey Dunham and give Brawl the International Champion it deserves because I am the ‘champ’ Davey…
Xavier walks off towards the ring as Tommy smiles and swings the ‘Love Stick’ at the camera as he walks off...
GOING TOE TO TOE!
[SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE]
Davey Dunham?
VS Xavier Reid
VS Xavier Reid
We return to ringside where Aiello and Bennett are preparing to call the non-title match-up between Davey Dunham and the International Champion, Xavier Reid.
Aiello: Up next we're going to witness the re-return of Davey Dunham. The last time we saw him in the ring he was knocked out, badly beaten, and had to be rushed to the emergency room thanks to Jack Severn. I got the chance to speak with Davey earlier tonight, and I have to admit I'm impressed with his tenacity. He's made it abundantly clear that no matter what happens, he's not giving up.
Bennett: Although maybe he should, and quick. Xavier Reid is one of the best Superstars to ever lace up them boots and enter an EWC ring. He's the International Champion for a reason. What the hell was Dunham thinking calling out Xavier?
Aiello: I honestly don't think Davey cares how good Xavier is. A win tonight could do wonders for his career.
Bennett: Let's not skirt around the fact that Dunham has thrown in with the likes of 3C, has butted his nose into business that doesn't concern him, and now he's about to face a man hot off recapturing the biggest title on Monday Night Brawl. That sumbitch has a death wish!
Stroup: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Columbia, South Carolina, weighing in at 225-pounds ... DAAAVEYYY DUNNNHAMMM!
"Crossroads" by I Prevail hits the speaker and the fans rally behind Davey as he heads out on stage with Owen and Alex in tow. Davey high-fives fans along the way, but doesn't take his eyes off the ring. Once he's close, he stops. He rotates his right shoulder blade, which is clearly not yet at a hundred-percent. Owen and Alex feed him a few last minute words of encouragement before taking their places at ringside. Davey rolls into the ring, climbs a turnbuckle and poses one final time before settling into his corner.
Stroup: And his opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 220-pounds ... He is the current-reigning International Champion ... XAVIER REID!
The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as "Papercut" starts to play out. Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage in his new black trunk, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape and from behind him ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy walks out from behind him and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring and Xavier walks towards the ring shadow boxing as he makes his way down the aisle. Xavier storms up the steps and climbs into the ring, Tommy follows suit and walks towards the referee, already complaining about something. Xavier storms across the ring to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope and looks over the crowd and once again crosses his arms into an X as Tommy pulls out some money and tries to bribe the official who walks away as Tommy laughs. Xavier jumps down and squats down in the corner waiting for the bell.
DING DING DING
They waste no time getting right to the action. They trade blows back and forth. Xavier connects with a right hand to the side of Davey's head, then immediately targets Dunham's face, but Davey ducks and rolls out of the way. Xavier spins back around and again he attempts to hone in on Davey's cheek, but Davey continues to avoid contact, which starts to infuriate Reid. Davey runs to the ropes and comes flying back with a Clothesline, but Xavier ducks. Davey keeps running, bouncing off the opposite side, Xavier puts out an arm to try to Clothesline Davey as he comes running back, but Davey front rolls right past him and again bounces off the ropes. Xavier drops to his hands and knees to try to trip Davey up, but Davey thwarts his attempt with an incredible back flip. Xavier is quick to his feet and the men go back to trading blows.
Luckily for Davey, most of the punches connect with the uninjured side of his face rather than the previously-fractured right cheek. Unluckily, the blows to his head seem to be rattling him, and he starts to waver. Putting distance between him and his opponent, Davey runs to the ropes again, but as he comes back, he's caught with the Rainham Maker! That stops him dead in his tracks, for sure. Too early to make a cover, Xavier starts stomping away at Davey, targeting his head, but Davey does a decent job of shielding himself with his arms, and he rolls out of the ring. Owen and Alex immediately go over to check on him, but he waves them off and charges right back into the ring.
Aiello: Davey looking to prove he's got what it takes to beat the International Champion tonight!
Bennett: I'm just worried he's got more guts than brains, Joe!
True to his nature, Davey does a decent job avoiding Xavier's offense, but the latter is relentless. The pace of this match is unbelievable, and to his credit, the lesser-experienced Dunham is holding his own. This doesn't afford him much of an opportunity to go on the offense, Davey runs and leaps off the middle rope, contorting his body in the air, but Xavier catches him. Standing Tombstone Piledriver into a Codebreaker! Holy crap! That looked painful! Xavier hooks a leg with one arm and presses down on Davey's injured shoulder as the referee starts his count. Dunham is barely able to get his other shoulder up in time. Xavier drags Davey to his feet by the hair and turns him to be in position for a Standing Reverse Frankensteiner, but being close enough to the ring apron, Owen reaches in with both arms, grabs Dunham by the ankles and pulls him out.
Xavier looks livid. He glances over at Tommy Love, who has climbed up on the apron on the opposite side of the ring from Davey and Owen, but Alex Berenstein is there to pull him off. Tommy Love and Alex trade words back and forth, Alex ordering Tommy to stay out of it. Xavier reaches over the top rope and points a finger, telling Alex to back the hell off. Davey slides back into the ring and positions himself behind Xavier. He grabs Xavier around the waist, lifts him up and drops him with a Back Drop. Xavier does a kip-up and gets up in Davey's face. The two men start yelling at each other, and words quickly turn into back and forth shoving after Reid open-hand slaps Davey's hurt cheek. Soon they're trading hands again, but the advantage seems to be in Xavier's favor. He winds up to deliver one more devastating blow, but Davey ducks. The momentum of his swing causes Xavier to twirl around, and Davey's able to connect with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors Takedown! The fans are ecstatic!
Aiello: Davey's making a big impact here with that takedown!
Bennett: Yeah, but you can see Dunham's starting to run on empty!
The pace of the match has started to slow. Both men are starting to feel the fatigue. Defensively, Davey blocks, ducks and dodges the overabundance of Kicking Strikes from Xavier, but finds himself getting caught by a Pele Kick. Owen and Alex are banging their fists on the ring apron, yelling for Davey to get up. Tommy Love is calling for Xavier to keep the pressure up. Xavier goes for a Running Punt Kick as Davey, on his hands and knees, tries to stand up. He narrowly avoids the attack by pressing his chest to the mat. Davey pushes up and gets to his feet again.
He looks to go for the ReKon Wave Rider, but Xavier grabs and drops him throat-first on the top rope. Davey goes crashing to the mat. It could be over soon, folks! Reid's picking Dunham up, lifting him onto his shoulder...XPLODE! Reid with the tribute to the fallen Hall of Famer, dropping Dunham down hard before going for the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... XAVIER REID!
The referee raises Xavier's arm in victory as Tommy enters the ring to join the celebration, before we go to commentary.
Aiello: What a match, folks! Davey Dunham really showing some fighting spirit tonight against all odds, but in the end the International Champion picks up the win!
Bennett: Dunham definitely showed a lot of heart here tonight, but Reid was just too much to overcome!
Aiello: What a night it's been so far, up next we have Nightcall making his official BRAWL debut to take on the Titaness, Samantha Hamilton!
Camera cuts to ...
A prerecorded video pops up on the X-tron. The scene fades in at a rooftop pool party. Big Ben is seen in the background, revealing it's still in London. The camera pans down on Nightcall eating a slice of cake. He addresses the viewers.
Nightcall: Stranglemania Sweet 16 came and went, but there’s still reason to celebrate. Team Brawl may not have brought home the W in their quad-branded flag match, but I-know-a-Brawl-fellow-that-did.
He accentuates his words by flicking his fork rhythmically.
Nightcall: With 1 out of 2 wins between 4 brands, the way I see it... eh, we did okay.
He shrugs and laughs. The partygoers raise their hands like a gospel choir:
"WE DID O-K!" "WE DID O-K!" "WE DID O-K!"
Nightcall finishes his cake when their chant trails off.
Nightcall: I’m a glass-half-full kind of guy. Unless of course it’s an actual glass. Speaking of…
He sets his plate and silverware down as a lifeguard hands him a drink.
Nightcall: That’s better. God, it’s good to finally be on Brawl. I didn't want to bend your ears on what I think about my opponent tonight. No politics. None of my usual antics. I just wanted to vibe with you guys for a moment. Let our win carry its weight. That's right, our win, because I can't take all the credit. We did this. And you know what? We will keep doing this.
He removes his glasses and shuts his eyes. When he opens them back up he's smiling toothily.
Nightcall: We are going to have a whole helluva lot of fun together.
We move to a commercial break.
We're brought backstage where Davey Dunham, Owen Alexander and Alex Berenstein are shown standing around the buffet table, discussing Davey's match earlier in the night. Despite losing to Xavier Reid in what was certainly one hell of a match, Davey and Owen are actually laughing and seem surprisingly upbeat. For his part, Alex is annoyed and just doesn't understand what his buddies are so happy about.
Berenstein: Are you two freakin' nuts? That match was a total bust!
Alexander: No it wasn't. Davey accomplished exactly what we set out to do.
Berenstein: So you guys had a plan of your own, huh? And you didn't think to fill me in?
Alexander: We did, but apparently you weren't paying enough attention.
Alex looks at Davey as if to ask 'what the fuck?'
Berenstein: You two planned to lose? What's the point in that?
Dunham: No, no. We were definitely hoping for a better outcome. But the important thing to realize is that I just went toe-to-toe with one of the best athletes in this company. Hell, maybe even in all of wrestling. And I survived. No further injury. In fact, I feel better now than I have in a month!
Alexander: HELL TO THE YEAH!
Dunham: I knew exactly what I was getting myself into coming here tonight. I knew exactly what I signed up for when I came to the Extreme Wrestling Corporation. I never once thought to myself, 'hey, it'll be a piece of cake.' I knew there would be consequences, and I know there's still more to come--but don't you see, Bear? I passed the first test!
Alex looks like his head's about to explode, but he doesn't speak. He merely gestures for Davey to continue.
Dunham: I proved I could bounce back, man! That I'm not going to tuck tail and run away just because I'm clearly not off to a great start in the E-W-C. When you fall off your bike, you get back on. Well, that's what I did tonight. I know you're having some trouble understanding this, but it doesn't make a bit of difference that I didn't win tonight. It's a work in progress, Alex. I'm probably going to lose yet again as we move forward, but in time you just might see those losses come fewer and farther between. To me, that's a victory.
Owen nods in agreement, a salsa-covered chip about to go in his mouth.
Dunham: We've got our work cut out for us, so let's just enjoy the moment. When we get back home, we'll hit the gym. We'll continue to work at it, and we'll come back even better.
Berenstein: Leave it to you to turn a negative into a positive.
Dunham: It's what I do.
Alex finally starts letting go of his negativity and grabs a sammy off the buffet table.
Berenstein: We don't have much time to prepare for your match on Rampage, but I guess that can wait until we get back stateside.
Dunham: All in due time, my friend. We'll Git-R-Dun, don't you worry. Seriously, you should listen to Haley more often.
Berenstein: You heard our conversation, huh?
Dunham: Yep, that I did.
Davey grabs a baby carrot and nibbles on it like a rabbit, obviously trying to keep things light and relaxed.
Berenstein: You know I'm just looking out for you.
Dunham: I know, and I appreciate that. But don't be so down about me losing. Samantha Hamilton and Xavier Reid are top-tier opponents. There's no shame in losing to them. What I learned from those two matches far outweighs the bad.
Berenstein: So there's hope for us yet.
Dunham: Exactly. Now you're getting it. Come on, let's go round up the girls and head home. We live to fight another day!
Alexander: Right behind you, buddy.
Owen crams a couple sandwiches into his jacket, snags a handful of chips and walks off behind Davey. Alex sighes, but he appears to be feeling a little better as he follows suit. The scene fades.
RISE TO THE OCCASION, PART I!
[SINGLES MATCH]
Nightcall
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
We return to ringside where Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett are seated at the Announcer’s table. Another person has joined the crew, and that person is Gabrielle Visconty. Aiello is in between Gabi and Bennett, and Bennett doesn’t look to be too thrilled to be sharing the Announcing table with her.
Aiello: Welcome back. Joining us now for a little guest commentary is the former International Champion, Gabrielle Visconty.
Visconty: Former is such a negative word… I prefer Future.
Bennett: Future… Ha!
Visconty: Aw, it looks like the Easter Bunny didn’t bring someone any candy this year.
Aiello: It’s nice to have you joining us Gabi.
Bennett: Not really.
Visconty: Thanks Joe. I am looking forward to offering my own unique insight on a couple matches.
Bennett: This should prove enlightening.
Aiello: Gabi, we have the ‘Titaness’ Samantha Hamilton and Nightcall up in our next match. You and Sam haven’t always been on the best of terms, and you recently beat here right here on Monday Night Brawl right before StrangleMania.
Visconty: Sam is a tough competitor, make no mistake about that. Nightcall has been impressive since his return and he looked really good at StrangleMania, picking up a win over Jason Hunter, Michael Cade and Bullet Carbajal. This is going to be a good matchup for sure, but I think I am leaning toward Sam to win this one.
Bennett: Enough of your yappin’, Jessica is in the ring.
Stroup: The following match is a singles match. Joining us first, from Oceanside, California, weighing in at 205 pounds ... NIGHTCALL!!
'Nightcall' – Kavinsky begins to play as Nightcall dances out onto the ramp with a vape pen in his hand. He gives a few pelvic thrusts and hops around the runway, puffing a few smoke clouds before climbing the steel steps. He hands the pen to a ringside official before going up to the top rope. He pauses, then cups his hands and shouts "Take Back The Night!" before jumping down.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at 145 pounds ... SAMANTHA ‘THE TITANESS’ HAMILTON!!
'Indestructible' by Disturbed blares over the PA system. As it does, we see the forms of The Titaness, her husband, Joseph "Orion" Hunter, and 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love all standing at the top of the ramp. The Titaness saunters down the ramp, flanked by Joseph on one side and Tommy on the other. When she finally gets to the ropes, the Titaness slips through the middle and top ropes. Tommy takes a moment to wave excitedly to Gabi at the Announcer’s table before making the belt motion around his waist as he laughs.
Bennett: Looks like Tommy is excited to be here, and he seems to be asking where your belt went Gabi.
Visconty: ...that sonofa...
DING DING DING
Nightcall does a little stutter step dance move before sliding to the side as Sam starts to close in on him. He darts in and the two lock up, and Sam immediately starts to over power him, backing Nightcall into the corner. The Ref calls for a break and they break cleanly. Sam steps back as Nightcall nods his head slightly before spinning around to jump up on the second rope to shout out to the crowd
TAKE BACK THE NIGHT!
before he springboards off with a spin kick - that Sam sees coming and steps back to avoid. Nightcall lands and jumps up for what looks like an enziguri but Sam steps in and catches him in mid air and sends him to the mat with a powerful fallaway slam. Nightcall rolls up to his feet and tries to shake off the impact of the landing, or maybe it is a dance move… Sam gets back to her feet and motions for him to ‘bring it on’. Nightcall mockingly motions for Sam to ‘bring it on’ and this seems to piss Sam off. She charges in and tries to land an elbow that Nightcall ducks under and slips behind her. As Sam turns she is greeted by a spinning heel kick from Nightcall that sends Sam down hard! Nightcall stomps Sam’s midsection before he drops on her and starts dropping punches on her. Sam uses pure strength to roll Nightcall off of her, trapping his leg with her arm and transitioning to an ankle lock! Nighcall screams as he claws at the mat, desperately trying to get to the ropes. Sam holds on and torques the hold, gritting her teeth as she tries to break Nightcall’s ankle. The Ref is checking on Nightcall and he replies ‘NO!’ as he once again reaches out for the ropes. Just as Nightcall is about to grab the bottom rope Tommy Love bats his hand away with the ‘Love Stick’. The Ref yells at Tommy to get back, and Tommy complies with his hands in the air. He turns and laughs out at the crowd, who in turn boo him.
Bennett: Heads up move by Tommy Love to keep Nightcall from breaking the hold.
Visconty: I still can’t believe that Sam signed this dirtbag on as her Manager willingly...
Aiello: It does seem to be of some benefit to her as of late, Gabi.
Bennett: Of course it has, Joe! Tommy is a mastermind when it comes to talent, and Sam is already on her way to the top!
Nightcall rolls to the side to alleviate some of the pressure and spits Pink Mist right into Sam’s face! Sam immediately staggers back as she wipes at the pink mist in her eyes. Nightcall hops up and limps a bit on his ankle before charging into the ropes and springboards back at Sam with a Palm Springs! Sam staggers back and into the ropes before collapsing, still trying to clear her vision. Nightcall takes a step back and then charges in with a jumping knee strike to Sam’s face - but Sam slips to the side at the last possible moment out of sheer instinct and Nightcall slams into the ropes and tumbles over, crashing to the arena flood awkwardly. Sam slowly gets to her feet, blinking and looking around. Tommy is hopping up and down as he is trying to get her attention, pointing over the side of the ring where Nightcall is laying. Sam rubs her eyes once more before she looks over and sees Nightcall outside of the ring and on the floor, holding his shoulder as he rolls around in pain. Sam takes a few steps back and lowers herself like she is about to attack.
Visconty: Is she loading up for a plancha?! Sam’s definitely not known for her aerial moves!
Aiello: She looks a little hesitant, though!
Bennett: She's just picking her spot, Joe!
Sam stays crouched as she waits, a very pissed off look on her face. Nightcall uses the side of the ring to pull himself up to his feet and Sam makes her move. She dashes at the ropes and baseball slides out, landing a foot right into Nightcall’s face! Nightcall flies into the security railing and crumbles into a heap. Sam stalks over and yanks Nightcall up and slams him face first into the security railing. Sam pulls Nightcall up again and gets a knife edge chop to the chest for her troubles. Sam grabs her chest as she steps back. Nightcall fires another knife edge chop to her chest and follows it up with a step up enziguri! Sam staggers back and crashes into the side of the ring. Tommy comes sneaking around the corner with the ‘Love Stick” at the ready. Right as he swings at the back of Nightcall’s head, Nightcall ducks to the side. Pink Mist to Tommy Love! Tommy screams as he drops his ‘Love Stick’ and clutches his face.
Visconty: BWHAHAHAHAA!
Aiello: Pink Mist in the eyes of Tommy Love, and that's gonna take him down a notch or two!
Bennett: Yeah, but look who's at the ready!
Nightcall kicks the ‘Love Stick’ under the ring and turns back to Sam - just in time for a Super Kick! Sam grabs Nightcall and hoists him up and into Wrath of the Titans on the arena floor!! She yanks the unresponsive Nightcall up and rolls him back into the ring for the cover. The Ref slides in for the count!
1…
2…
3!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, Wrath of the Titans SAMANTHA ‘THE TITANESS’ HAMILTON!!
Sam gets up slowly, still rubbing at the remnants of the Pink Mist in her eyes as the Ref hoists her arm in the air.
Visconty: I hate to see Nightcall lose like that...
Aiello: Sam with the big win tonight! Nightcall got mixed up with Tommy and got distracted, and it cost him the match.
Bennett: A smart Manager always knows when to get involved. Tommy may have taken a Pink Mist to the face, but he gave Sam the time to put Nightcall out of action.
Visconty: He’s still trash.
Aiello: Nightcall may have come up short here but you know that he will want some revenge soon! Folks, up next we'll see Scott Coltrane take on Antoni Malietoa! Don't go away!
Camera cuts to ...
The cameras cut to the back as it pans around showing the many groups of superstars in the back. A few minutes later, a hand rises into the air before the fingers snap. The camera quickly pans and moves down to see Hazel Overton standing in the back of the O2 Arena. Everyone is shocked to see the American transplant back on Brawl. The blonde smirks her lips while motioning for the cameraman to get a tight shot on her.
Overton: Did you really think I wouldn't show up? This is my home. This is London. So why wouldn't London's Finest make an appearance?
Hazel shakes her head while chuckling underneath her breath/
Overton: The ink on my contract hasn't fully dried yet but I will make my return inside that ring. When I do, The Bitch is going to leave someone lying on their back. Now if you don't mind, I have places to go and people to make fun of.
Hazel walks out of the shot as we move to a commercial break.
Backstage, Antoni Malietoa is pacing in his locker room as he waits for his match to come. He begins to speak, but never stops pacing.
Malietoa: Coltrane. Scott freakin' Coltrane.
He stops and turns to the camera.
Malietoa: I knew you didn't care about the history of this business. I knew that you were going to try to verbally tear me apart in preparation for when we tear each other apart in that ring tonight, but you have outdone yourself you pretentious punk.
Antoni allows a silence to fall over the room.
Malietoa: I gave you the playbook to defeat me? Really? Did you not see how all that same bullshit was said by Xavier Reid? Where did that get him? Oh that's right, on the floor staring at the lights as I won the battle. Tonight will be no different. The only thing I gave you, Scott? Was a molecule of respect and then you went and screwed that up. You can't even be a decent human being when no one knows who you are. So just know that when beat you tonight, I won't do what you would do. I won't take a cheap shot while your down or anything like that.. No, I will do the honorable thing and quietly leave the ring to let you sit in your defeat, hopeful that you will learn something from the first loss of your career. Just know that you had this ass whooping coming Scott.
Under his breath, Antoni whispers.
Malietoa: You said her name...
With that, Antoni walks off as we cut to...
RISE TO THE OCCASION, PART II!
[SINGLES MATCH]
Scott Coltrane
VS Antoni Malietoa
VS Antoni Malietoa
Aiello: Our next match has Scott Coltrane against Antoni Malietoa. Coltrane had a huge win at StrangleMania, beating out 12 other opponents and tossing Aiya off the top of a building for the victory!
Bennett: The first of its kind. Coltrane was not happy about being booked in the Freeview and he damn sure made it everyone’s problem - exactly like he said he would. Got to love a man of his word.
Visconty: Yeah, but he is up against Antoni Malietoa, the man who defeated Xavier Reid at the last Brawl!
Bennett: Quit drooling over Antoni, it’s sickening.
Visconty: Gotta love a big, strong Samoan man.
Stroup: The following match is a singles match. Joining us first, from Hitsville, Michigan, weighing in at 233 pounds ... SCOTT COLTRANE!
The television screen slips into a monochromatic overlay while blasting the audio feed with "Sunday School" by Benny the Butcher. From the back, Scott Coltrane steps out onto the stage, commanding the camera's attention on him. He tucks his hands behind his back and stands firmly there in the full scope of the arena. Marching down to the ring, dejecting anything the crowd brings to him, Coltrane carries himself into the ring with passive but overall hostile energy. As he stands in the center of the ring, Coltrane brings the spotlight onto himself. He takes off his shades and focuses on the hard cam until his music fades.
Stroup: And his opponent, making his way to the ring From Apia, Samoa by way of Auckland, New Zealand weighing in at 254lbs......He is The Samoan Warrior.........ANTONI MALI-E-TOA!!
Fog engulfs the entrance ramp, highlighted by green lights as "Be Somebody" by Fort Minor begins to play throughout the arena. From the smoke emerges Antoni Malietoa with his eyes wide and arms out to his sides. As the fog clears, Antoni takes a step forward as he psychs himself up with a yell. The crowd begins to cheer for the Samoan Warrior. Antoni makes his way to the ring, pulls himself up from the floor by the top rope and then steps over the top rope and into the ring as he prepares to do battle.
DING DING DING
Both men clash immediately in the center of the ring. They exchange a wild set of punches as each man throws with malicious intentions. Coltrane lands a solid on Malietoa’s jaw, staggering him a second. Coltrane fires off another huge punch that Malietoa counters, landing a big shot of his own on Coltrane’s ear. Both men are a little dazed by the ferocity of the barrage of punches but they still refuse to back down. Coltrane takes another solid shot and his legs wobble. Thinking better than slugging it out, Coltrane slips Malietoa’s next punch and headbutts him right on the bridge of the nose! Malietoa’s nose explodes as blood begins to freely pour out. Malietoa staggers back a few steps, wipes the blood running from his nose and then smiles defiantly at Coltrane. Coltrane charges in and gets scoop slammed from Malietoa for his effort. Malietoa roars over the top of Coltrane before yanking him back up to his feet - and right into a European uppercut from Coltrane! Coltrane immediately follows it up with a Biel throw, sending Malietoa to the mat. Coltrane returns the favor and roars as he stands over top of him.
Visconty: Yikes! The big boys are slugging that shit out in the middle of the ring.
Aiello: Neither man really wanting to give an inch in this bout, for sure!
Bennett: Looks like Malietoa's taken the first big hit of the fight!
Malietoa gets back to his feet and nods his head, his teeth stained red from the blood running from his nose. Coltrane charges in and just misses Malietoa with a huge forearm smash. Malietoa drives a solid kick to Coltrane’s gut and then blasts him in the back with a massive double ax handle chop, driving him to his knees. Coltrane rolls away but Malietoa is quick to give chase. As Coltrane attempts to stand up Malietoa drives a knee to Coltrane’s guts. Malietoa then pulls Coltrane in for a DDT but Coltrane shoves him off. Malietoa throws a huge right hand that Coltrane blocks, then returns one of his own that catches Malietoa in the forehead. Malietoa is momentarily stunned by the shot, leaving Coltrane time to time back against the ropes and come off with a shotgun drop kick that sends Malietoa onto his butt. Both men get back to their feet a little slower but the fight is still burning intensely in their eyes. They start to circle and then clash again in the middle of the ring. Both men start trading shots, elbow, punches and chops. Neither man is giving an inch as the crowd OHs and AHs with every shot thrown and landed. Finally Malietoa lands a forearm that staggers Coltrane and drops him to a knee. Malietoa grabs Coltrane and and starts to pull him in for a Malosi, only Coltrane catches him with a low blow. Coltrane steps up and grabs Malietoa and yanks him into a pumphandle sitout facebuster. Coltrane rolls Malietoa over for the pin attempt and the Ref is there for the count!
1 - Kick out!!
Visconty: Holy shit! What a match!!! For no bigger than Coltrane is, he is a powerful guy! Antoni isn’t a small guy by any means, and to toss him around in the ring, I’m impressed.
Aiello: Scott really making a statement here in his BRAWL debut!
Bennett: And he looks like he's gettin' mad now, Joe!
Coltrane looks upset that he can’t keep Malietoa down. He stands up and soccer kicks Malietoa in the ribs. He backs up and comes in for another big soccer kick that Malietoa sees coming a mile away, sweeping the leg as Coltrane misses. Coltrane hits the mat on his back as Malietoa rolls away and up to his feet. Right as Coltrane stands up, Malietoa slams into Coltrane with a running spear! Coltrane is dazed as Malietoa stands up and pulls Coltrane up and into a Resurrection - a pump handle into a fallaway face plant slam! Malietoa rolls Coltrane over and hooks the legs for the pin!
1…
2…
3!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via Resurrection ANTONI MALIETOA!!
Coltrane rolls out of the ring and looks extremely pissed off. He shoots Malietoa the look of death as he backs away up the ramp. The Ref lifts Malietoa’s arm in the air and Malietoa watches Coltrane retreat to the back.
Aiello: What an absolute raw display of physical power! These two men may have just pulled down Match of the Night!
Bennett: I can say that I certainly hope to see these two men back in the ring again soon. Coltrane isn’t going to let this loss slide.
Visconty: I am not a big fan of the slug-fest matches, but this one was great! I’d really like to see these to run this one again! Guys, it’s been a blast. I’ve got to go… literally. One too many bottles of water before coming out.
Gabi replies before laughing as she strips the headset off and slides her chair back.
Bennett: Thank God...
Aiello: Well folks, up next is our main event, and...wait a minute...
We return to ringside where the ring is decorated with a red carpet, a TV screen on wheels, and three chairs, one being clearly nicer and more expensive than the other two. The Monday Night Brawl flag stands next to the TV. ‘15 Minutes’ by Shattered Skies hits and Jack Severn strolls down to the ring for the second time that night, as cocky as ever. He grabs a microphone and takes a seat in the fancy chair.
Jack Severn: Good evening everyone, I am your host, Jack Severn, and welcome to what surely is going to be the GREATEST talk show in the history of the EWC. Scratch that, in the history of ALL wrestling! Welcome to… 15 Minutes of Fame!
A logo pops up on the TV screen, reading: 15 Minutes of Fame with Jack Severn.
Jack Severn: So, help me in giving a warm welcome to my very special guests tonight! First, you all know and love her as an expert cosplayer and a shitty teammate, it’s Callie Clark!
A red carpet is rolled out going from the stage to the bottom of the ramp, and Bad Reputation hits. Callie comes out with Tori walking out behind her, and strikes a pose as pyro goes off behind her. Callie's paparazzi takes pictures of her as she walks down the ramp, taunting the fans as she goes. As she reaches ringside, Tori goes ahead of Callie, holding open the ropes so Callie can step through, and walk to the middle of the ring, where she strikes a pose again while winking at the camera. She then takes a seat in one of the metal chairs as the music cuts. Jack hands her a microphone, which Tori quickly snatches and hands to Callie.
Callie Clark: Let’s just get this over with. What do you want?
Jack Severn: Now, I really want to talk about the failure of epic proportions that occurred at StrangleMania, but we shouldn’t leave our second guest out. So, help me give a slightly colder welcome to the connoisseur of crap, King Flip!
An ominous boom hits the PA as the arena goes a dark hue of steel blue. A lovely violin solo begins to play as the tron depicts the image of a massive pile of money under several spotlights. After fifteen seconds, the solo peaks into a frightful tone dragged on as the money bursts into flame. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest, head low, emerges from the curtain with manager Chanel in tow. He gets to the edge of the rampway when he lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile. The lyrics chime in as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. He slides into the ring and leans against the turnbuckle with arms agape as his theme plays, before taking a seat in the other metal chair. Chanel stays outside the ring, giving a cold stare to Callie.
King Flip: I'd thank you for the... opportunity? But honestly I'm just focused on Bosa right now, so, if we could get this circus on the circuit that'd be great.
Jack Severn: Now, you’re both probably wondering why I invited you here. But it’s quite simple, actually. We need to talk about this.
Jack points to the TV screen, which displays two images: one of Flip leaving Team Brawl, and another of Callie getting hit with the Tonitrus Bolt.
Jack Severn: My first question is for Callie Clark. Callie, I love your cosplays. Big fan, although I think they could improve. I’ll give you my number after this, then we can talk. But, you did fail spectacularly at StrangleMania. Is it possible that you aren’t cut out for wrestling? I mean, you’re a great pair of tits but not so much of a winner lately.
Callie’s eyes immediately widen with rage as Flip chuckles to himself, relaxing in his chair.
Callie Clark: First of all, I didn't fail, you failed. Where were you to help? I was doing all the work, I was trying to take people out, you were just being useless. Second, keep your number to yourself you sexist douche, or I'll break your fingers.
Jack feigns offense.
Jack Severn: Sexist? I love women. I just think you’re a shitty wrestler. I was helping you by winning the match. Who was holding the flag in the end? Who was the ONLY survivor on team Brawl? Me. So that brings me to my next question for you. Where do I get one of those?
Jack points to Callie’s bodyguard, Tori.
Jack Severn: Because honestly that’s the only intimidating part about you.
Flip wags his finger at Jack.
King Flip: Nah nah nahnahnah... you need a nice, slender, pretty valet girl like me. You walk out with Chyna and they'll wonder who benches more. You don't want that.
Callie glares at Flip, before looking over at Tori, smirking as she looks back at Jack.
Callie Clark: Well you could find your own bodyguard but Tori is one of a kind, and you wouldn't find one as good as her. Best bodyguard money can buy. Oh and as far as Stranglemania goes? I would have gotten us the win if SOMEONE wasn't being useless and was there to prevent me getting eliminated. So clearly it's all your fault.
Jack stands up from his chair, as does Callie, with Tori standing closer to her, getting defensive as Jack moves closer to Callie.
Jack Severn: No, I think I know EXACTLY whose fault Team Brawl’s loss was. And honestly, I think deep down, you know too.
Callie moves closer to Jack’s face.
Callie Clark: You’re right, I do know whose fault it was. I think they’re in the ring with me right now.
Jack Severn: Yeah, I agree! This loser has the audacity to be in my ring? Disgraceful.
Callie Clark: I can’t believe this loser has the audacity to be in MY ring!
Jack Severn: Oh really? Why don’t you say who it is!
Callie Clark: You want me to say who's at fault for us losing at StrangleMania?!
Jack Severn: Yeah, I want you to say it!
Callie Clark: I’ll say it! I’ll tell you whose fault it is!
Jack Severn: Come on, do it! I dare you! Because it was clearly...
Callie and Jack speak at the same time, almost butting heads with how intense they’ve gotten.
Callie and Jack: KING FLIP!!!
Flip spits out a beer he somehow smuggled into the ring as Callie and Jack both turn towards him, laughing. Flip just shrugs.
King Flip: Harsh, but fair.
Jack points to Flip's beer.
Jack Severn: Where the hell did you get that?
King Flip: I came out with this beer? I don't know what you mean?
Jack rolls his eyes.
Jack Severn: Flip, I’m just gonna cut the shit here. Why did you fuck me, Jack Severn, the greatest wrestler in the history of the EWC, over at StrangleMania? Were you really so sure that you’d fail me that you decided to leave the match early?
King Flip: You wiped your feet on me, Jack. And that one... left a mark. Therefore, screw this pooch. Pretty simple math!
Jack Severn: Riveting answer, but do you really think you’re so much better than me to just be able to desert my team and go on to face Bosa, despite me having already beaten you? I think there’s one key thing we’re all forgetting here. There’s a food chain in the EWC. And I’m above you on it, Flip.
Jack turns to Callie.
Jack Severn: I’m above both of you. So you two better watch yourselves, because you never know what could hap-
Callie and Flip just give each other a knowing nod and go for the attack mid-sentence. Callie hits Jack with a knee and Flip hits him with a spinning heel kick. Dazed, Jack gets up but Flip gets behind him and hits him with the Cure! Right after getting dropped on his head, Callie hits Jack with another knee strike, this time the Excelsior! Jack is knocked out cold in the middle of the ring. But before having any time to celebrate, Flip immediately picks up one of the metal folding chairs in the ring and hits Callie with it before legging it out of the ring and down to the entrance ramp with Chanel. Tori checks on Callie while staring daggers at Flip and Chanel.
We fade out as Callie is helped up by Tori, absolutely seething. Eventually, Flip and Chanel make their way to the back as well as we cut back to commentary.
Aiello: What absolute mayhem here, folks! Things have gotten chaotic, and just before a big main event as King Flip challenges Bosa for the FX Broadcast Championship! Don't go away folks, that match is up NEXT!
We move to a commercial break.
CAN THE CHAMP BE DETHRONED BY A KING?
[SINGLES MATCH]
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
King Flip
VS Bosa
[SINGLES MATCH]
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
King Flip
VS Bosa
We return to ringside where Stroup stands at the ready. A video begins to display on the X-tron with some exciting music ensemble. A video package of the challenger, King Flip, is playing with all of his most recent victories and follies on display. The assault from Callie plays center stage as the turning point of the video, their violent back and forth bringing us through Stranglemania to this moment. The final clip showing a smiling Flip dropping the FX Broadcast Championship in slo-mo on the champion's face. The package takes a swerve in tempo and music as it proceeds to follow Bosa's obtaining and defending the title through StrangleMania where again it goes over the last moments of the Champion versus Champion match. The closing words are that of the champion recalling the disrespect and the challenger bellowing in Iron Shiek fashion about just the same thing.
Aiello: This is what it's all about, folks! We are here at the main event, with the FX Broadcast Championship on the line! Bosa has been on an impressive run since winning the title, even taking CW Broadcast Champion David Miller to his limits at StrangleMania!
Bennett: Bosa has been on one hell of a streak so far, but now he comes up against his latest challenger! King Flip has shown just what he's capable of, but his actions at StrangleMania have many wondering what side we're seeing tonight! Either way, this is gonna be a hell of a barnburner!
Stroup: The following match is your main event, a one-one-one match for the FX Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, the challenger, from the land of money and fame, weighing in at 220 pounds ... KIIING FLIP!
An ominous boom hits the PA as the arena goes a dark hue of steel blue. A lovely violin solo begins to play as the tron depicts the image of a massive pile of money under several spotlights. After fifteen seconds, the solo peaks into a frightful tone dragged on as the money bursts into flame. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest, head low, emerges from the curtain with manager Chanel in tow. He gets to the edge of the rampway when he lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile. The lyrics chime in as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. He slides into the ring and leans against the turnbuckle with arms agape as his theme plays, yelling something inaudible to the referee and ring announcer. He turns to the stage ready for the action to start.
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: And his opponent, he is the FX Broadcast champion. From San Jose, California, weighing in at 265 pounds ... BEASTMODE INCARNATE... BOSAAA!!
"Man in the Box" by Alice in Chains begins to play! The crowd completely erupts as Bosa emerges from the backstage area! Stopping on the stage area, he glares at the ring a moment, adjusting his gloves and pads. He looks determined, his eyes remaining on the ring as the camera pans around him.
As his theme song continues on, Bosa walks down the ramp and towards the ring, reaching out to slap the hands of the fans along the way. Once at ringside, Bosa then raises both fists slowly as a fireworks display erupts behind him, sending the fans into a frenzy!
With the fans still cheering and chanting his name, Bosa lowers his fists and ascends the metal stairs. Stepping through the ropes, he circles the ring once as he nods his head in respect to the fans! The fans continue to cheer him on as Bosa comes to a stop in the middle of the ring.
Aiello: Final comment before bell sounds
DING DING DING
Flip extends his right hand out for a handshake, holding his left behind his back as if to leave himself open, but Bosa doesn't buy it. The two men have a verbal exchange. Flip, his hand steady, is motioning again for a handshake and Bosa once again dismisses him. Slap! The challenger's palm slaps the taste out of BMIs mouth. Flip ducks what would've been a brutal right and springs through the ropes to the outside area. Bosa follows. Flip evades around the ring, putting Chanel between the competitors for a second. She offers Bosa a beer as he continues to follow. He doesn't even look at her as he swats the beer to the ground. Flip rushes and Bosa times a running kick to the face. Flip rolls under... and snags the beer, cracking it open and giving cheers to the nearest fan before pounding the first of the night down. The fans jubilate. Bosa is livid. He doesn't even wait for Flip to finish before connecting with that running kick to the face he had just missed. He proceeds to lift Flip up, roll him into the ring, and is about to reenter himself when he's stopped by Chanel.
Aiello: And it looks like Chanel is getting involved early in this contest!
Bennett: Right, but it looks like she may have the hots for our champion! Makes me wonder if Flip is gonna get jealous...
Bosa doesn't seem to believe them but he certainly isn't turning down Chanel's passes at him. The girl is laying it on thick as her client tries desperately to breathe and regain his bearings. She begins giggling as she runs a finger up his arm. The referee isn't entirely sure what's going on, talking to both Bosa and Chanel. It technically isn't an act of aggression so nobody can be disqualified, but the referee doesn't think this is the time or the place for such shenanigans. Flip leaps up. The challenger is quick to the ropes opposite The Answer and catches Bosa with a baseball slide that sends him into the guardrail! Chanel shrieks in defense before realizing what happened. She laughs as Flip exits the ring... and walks over to finish what little remains in the beer can before raising it up. The fans jubilate once more for the follow through. The challenger doesn't capitalize, instead opting to begin yelling about the handshake.
Aiello: Seems as though Flip really, really wants this handshake.
Bennett: Clearly a man who believes in sportsmanship, Joe!
He slides into the ring at the referee's third count and stands in the center of the ring. He straightens his back, huffs, and has his right hand extended. Bosa gets up just at five, spits in Chanel's general direction, then slides into the ring at six. The referee stops the count as Bosa slowly approaches Flip. The fans are behind the moment... Bosa takes another step forward, right hand extending... for a slap! Then another! A third before Flip bursts forth into a flurry of European uppercuts that reels the champ into the corner. He connects with three, four, five before continuing on about the handshake. He even grabs Bosa by the hand and simulates the experience for him. Flip flings Bosa's hand away and backhands the champion across the chops much to the awe of those in attendance.
Aiello: The crowd looks like they're getting behind the Cold Hearted King in this championship bout, something Bosa might not be used to!
Bennett: When you've got a raucous crowd like this one, that's no real surprise!
The champion looks to be fading at the moment. Flip has switched to chops, stopping between them to allow the 'WHOOOO' of the fans to echo throughout the O2 Arena. He gets to setting up a fifth when a surge of energy has Bosa grappling at his opponent. The two have switched places. Vicious chop from the champion! 'WHOOOO'. The fans appear to have no favorites here as they have been all positive to every spot in the match. They're even ready to count as Bosa sets up for mounted punches. They hype every strike and get louder and louder with each connecting fist. 'Seven! Eight! Nine! OOooooOoOH.' they jubilate up and down in anticipated tempo for the tenth when Chanel finds herself getting involved again. Bosa shoos her away, but the second is enough. Low blow! POWERBOMB!! Flip crumples over onto Bosa, barely able to pull the leg as Chanel scurries away from a yelling, out of position referee. He sees the pinning attempt and slides into place.
Aiello: Oh no, not this way!
Bennett: We may have a new champ!
1...
2...
No!
The champion kicks out with authority. Flip doesn't argue, he just slides out of the ring again. Chanel approaches him and the referee has had aboit enough of it. He motions to eject Chanel. Protesting to no avail are Flip and Chanel. She was just handing him another beer, that's all! After a minute or so, the two stop bantering and Chanel walks away to the first boos of the night. Flip cracks his second, gives cheers to some fans, then pounds it down before meeting a kneeling Bosa in the ring. Oncemore the challenger offers his right hand for a shake and again it is shoved away. Flip looks out to the fans, shrugs, and runs to the ropes. Enzigu-no! Bosa ducks it and Flip skids on the mat. Both men are on their feet and turning toward one another. BOSA CONNECTS WITH THE DIAMOND CUTTER OUTTA NOWHERE! PIN!
Aiello: UNLEASH THE BEAST! Bosa driving King down hard with that cutter!
Bennett: This has gotta be it!
1...
2...
NO!
Bosa looks shocked. He slams the canvas as he gets up. He stalks. SECOND DIAMOND CUTTER! PIN! Both legs locked in tight.
Aiello: Another U.T.B. on the C.H.K.!
Bennett: Settle down, Alphabet Soup!
1...
2...
NO!!
Milli-seconds before the third count can strike the canvas, Flip gets his shoulder up again. Bosa has had enough. Callie Clark, steel chair in hand, can be seen with her bodyguard on the stage area. This gives the champion some pause, but her smile and brush off let him know she's enjoying the show she's walking down the ramp to watch. Bosa has Flip by the back of the head and is bringing him into a corner. Kick, kick, kick and Flip is seated in the turnbuckle with Callie and Tori right behind him cackling. Beastmode Incarnate walks to the closest turnbuckle, then rushes into a boot to the jaw of the challenger. A few more stomps before walking away to repeat the process. Chanel rushes down the rampway with... Delilah Elizabeth! She has the flaming, barbed-wire baseball bat and she's gunning for Callie and Tori. Callie had placed the chair down so she's unarmed as Chanel rounds the corner swinging! Tori and Callie both barely evade the swings and get the hell out of there. Hopping the guardrail... but Chanel is in pursuit! The fans are going ballistic... but Bosa just stopped and watched it all go down. He shakes his head, returning to that second boot to the jaw. Flip slips under the second rope and Bosa isn't able to stop his own momentum. He rocks his junk on the ropes. KING FLIP CONNECTS WITH THE RANHEI! PIN!
Aiello: DYNASTY DRIVER! The King's got a grip on the leg, could this be it?
Bennett: Here we go!
1...
2...
NO!
The champion showing exactly why he's the man by kicking out in the nick of time. Both men are rolling, crawling, scrambling to opposite corners by the time the referee had gotten to the count of six. Once again, King Flip is standing in the center of the ring with his right hand out. He's on spaghetti legs but he's standing and Bosa is still not having it. Callie hops the guardrail and yanks the FX Broadcast Championship away from the timekeeper. She looks like she's still frantically avoiding a very angry valet with a very violent weapon. Bosa rushes at Flip who rolls under Beastmode Incarnates offense. Pele kick! Bosa is stunned as Tori and Chanel consecutively hop the guardrail... and slide into the ring! Tori runs past the action. Then Chanel with Delilah Elizabeth. The referee is flabberghasted but the interruption didn't touch either competitor. He doesn't see Callie Clark sliding in, title belt in hand, looking to clobber Flip and ruin his chances at gold...crashing the title against his skull with a thud!
Clark quickly slides out, ducking out of sight as Bosa comes to. He glares at Flip before bringing the challenger to his feet...BLACKOUT DDT! Flip is out cold as Bosa makes the cover once more!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall, and STILL FX BROADCAST CHAMPION... BOSA!
Tori and Chanel have both run, one after the other, up the ramp and through the curtain. If the current chaos wasn't enough, Jack Severn is seen hopping over a guardrail right behind Callie. She's completely unaware are she turns straight into the Regal Knee he coined the Silencer. Callie Clark is laid out but Jack isn't done. He lifts her up and turns right into a flying King Flip! Everybody crumples to the floor but it doesn't take long! The three are up and punching and kicking and doing everything they can as droves and droves of Extreme Wrestling personnel fight to find some semblance of control. Each yelling and screaming as they're being held back by so many people as Bosa turns his attention to the commotion, staring down his foes past and future alike.
Aiello: What an absolute banger of a main event, folks! Bosa and King Flip took each other to task with some close calls, but Bosa ends up victorious and still your FX Broadcast Champion...even if the win does come with an asterisk in the form of Callie Clark!
Bennett: It's been clear for weeks now that Clark and Flip haaaaate each other Joe, but I feel like Bosa will take this win for what it is and be ready for the next challenger after dealing with a very game King Flip!
Aiello: Absolutely, Steve! Folks, it's been a wild night but it's time we say goodbye from the O2 in London! On this, coming up on our twenty-fourth anniversary of the first edition of Monday Night BRAWL, for Steve Bennett I've been Joe Aiello saying so long and goodnight!
The final shot is of the FX Broadcast Champion continuing the staredown, focusing especially on Severn and Clark as the show comes to a close.