Post by MNB on May 31, 2021 20:32:47 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 #570 | MAY 31ST 2021LIVE! from the Rogers Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada
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 #569 in Mexico City.
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, Bosa, Callie Clark, Noah Hartt, King Flip, Zack Tyler, Nightcall, and others making their way onto the red brand.
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Nightcall with the FX Broadcast Championship
Xavier Reid with the International Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
A wide aerial shot shows that the Rogers Centre is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A wide aerial shot shows that the Rogers Centre is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A chant begins of
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A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
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:
"WE'RE IN FOR ONE SWEET BRAWL"
"WHEN THE NIGHT CALLS, WILL THE KING ANSWER?"
"3C = COUGH COUGH COUGH"
"THE (HARDCORE) REVOLUTION WILL BE TELEVISED"
"THERE'S A NEW B***H IN TOWN, KIDDOS"
and "I'M ON CLOUD 9 NOW, Y'ALL"
Aiello: Hello everyone, and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside Steve Bennett, and we are kicking things into high gear on the road to Hardcore Revolution! We have an exciting night of action ahead of us, that culminates in our main event as Nightcall defends his newly-won FX Broadcast Championship against King Flip!
Bennett: That's gonna be one helluva match Joe, especially with some of the heated words Flip has had for the champ going into this! We've also got the International Champion in non-title action, taking on Candy after issuing a challenge to her in Mexico City! Candy wants another shot at the Undisputed Championship she won back in 2018, and one of the hurdles in her way is a man who held the belt just last season!
Aiello: It's going to be a thrilling contest, for sure! Speaking of the Undisputed Championship, we have the red brand's official number one contender in action as Stephanie Matsuda takes on Cain Brodie, which should be hard-hitting considering the style of both competitors!
Bennett: Hell yeah, it's gonna be violent! And before we get to all of that, we have what could be a barnburner to kick off the action as Zack Tyler, Mio Yoshino, and Hazel Overton face off in triple threat action!
Aiello: It will be a wild night as we get ready for the BRAWL exclusive event Hardcore Revolution, and I've heard that Assistant GM Timothy Kahrs will be making some announcements tonight in regards to that show! Stay tuned folks, in just a moment we kick off the action here on Monday Night BRAWL!
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We cut backstage, where Assistant Brawl GM Timothy Kahrs is on the phone with someone...but who? Well, Tim's next words make that blatantly obvious.
Kahrs: That's great to hear, I always appreciate having the champ appear on our show sir! What's that? You're almost here? Great! Looking forward to seeing you tonight, Ace. See you soon, pal!
Tim ends his call, pocketing his phone before exiting the office. We notice a peculiar poster in the background that vaguely mentions someone's Twitch channel, with a message that reads "JUNE 4TH - HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2021 CARD REVEALED LIVE!" as we cut to ringside...
TRIPLE THE DANGER, TRIPLE THE FUN!
[TRIPLE THREAT MATCH]
Zack Tyler
VS Mio Yoshino
VS Hazel Overton
VS Mio Yoshino
VS Hazel Overton
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by.
Aiello: Alright folks, we're just about to have the opening contest of the evening! Triple threat action here as Zack Tyler takes on Mio Yoshino and Hazel Overton!
Bennett: It's a big opportunity for whoever picks up the win here tonight, you can be damn sure of that!
Stroup: The following match is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from The Alley from out back, weighing in at 175 pounds ... ZACK TYLER!
A quick glimpse of a Red circle with a Red Left hand palm print is seen as 'Left Hand Theme' plays. A red flash of light illuminates the entrance stage as 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. Slithering into the corner, he grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, removing his coat as he prepares for the match.
Stroup: Introducing next, from Nagoya, Japan, weighing in at 135 pounds ... MIO YOSHINO!
Mio walks out with her head down when half of the first verse is completed, and waits at the center of the stage. “So Come On!” The words ring throughout the stadium and the pyro lights up, Mio’s head snapping up and her arms opening wide as she stomps forward and lets out a strong cry. She wears a smirk under her mask as the initial pop has been made, and saunters down the ramp while clutching her leather jacket. She reaches the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle, taking off her mask and tossing it to the side.
Stroup: And finally, from London, England, weighing in at 137 pounds ... HAZEL OVERTON!
"Show Stopper" by Danity Kane begins to play as Hazel Overton steps out from behind the curtain with her publicist Amy Jonas right beside her. Hazel is showing her displeasure toward the audience as Amy is jotting down somethings in her phone. Hazel slides into the ring and walks to the farthest corner and sits on top of it while waiting for her opponent.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and we see Mio and Hazel immediately go right back at it, revisiting their issues from two weeks ago...but Zack is quick to head into the fray, unleashing a flurry of offense on both women in the hopes of getting some much-needed momentum! Hazel, however, eventually stops Zack in his tracks with a drop toe hold that sends him face-first into the canvas before focusing her attention back on Mio...who hits a nasty-looking dropkick sending Hazel over the top rope to the outside!
With Overton out of the way, Yoshino turns her attention to Zack...who clenches in a small package!
...1!
NOPE! Mio kicks out!
Aiello: Wow, Zack Tyler nearly scoring an early win here!
Bennett: Tyler ready to put this match to bed quick!
Zack stays on the offense, bringing Mio to her feet before hitting some hard lefts and rights on the Black Rose. Yoshino looks a little woozy as Zack sets her up for a spinning heel kick...and connects! 666 KNOCKS MIO OUT COLD! Before Zack can follow up on this, however, he gets turned around by Hazel who's made it back into the ring...TOOTH DECAY! ZACK TYLER'S OUT AFTER THAT SUPERKICK!
Hazel senses her opportunity here, and with Mio still out cold she goes for the cover on Zack!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... HAZEL OVERTON!
The ref raises Hazel's arm in victory as we see Mio finally coming to, before we cut to commentary.
Aiello: Wow, what a statement by Hazel Overton tonight! Mio and Zack seemed just a bit out of sorts tonight and Overton clearly took advantage of the situation.
Bennett: You're damn right she did, because that's what a bitch does, and I mean that in all sincerity. She's bound to be just steps away from a title shot, and imagine what she'll do then Joe!
Aiello: A fair point for sure, Steve! Folks, up next we have what could be a very hard-hitting affair in store as Stephanie Matsuda takes on Cain Brodie! Don't go away!
Camera cuts to ...
Nightcall pulls up in a cherry red convertible and steps out. He cradles the newly won FX Broadcast Championship before placing it inside of a pink stroller he took from the backseat. He fastens the belt securely before a valet comes around to drive the car into the parking lot. The Night Dude focuses on the camera.
Nightcall: Toronto! Make some noise!
The crowd cheers and whistles. He waits for the audience to calm down.
Nightcall: As you all know, I've been blessed with this bundle of joy here...
He gazes down at the title lovingly.
Nightcall: Little Effie. She loves your country. She got to see moose and listen to Celine Dion. Laughed her little keister off when Bo Horvat and Connor Mackey threw hands a few weeks ago. We've got a future hockey fan on our hands here, guys.
The FX Champion kneels down and talks directly to the title.
Nightcall: Such a pistol. I would never let anything bad happen to you. Which brings me to the elephant in the room...
The Night Dude bites his lip.
Nightcall: King Flip. The Cold-Hearted King. He wants to take you away from me. To grab you before we can go to the weirdest place on Earth together, Portland. Or after that San Fransisco, California - my homestate. There is so much to experience with me, Effie. So many places to see and people to meet. Flip may offer you an interesting view, I'll give him that, but it won't be the same. It won't be this.
He tears up a little.
Nightcall: I'll do all I can to keep you with me all the way to Hardcore Revolution. That's a promise. If I stumble this close to the biggest night for gonzo wrestling, Effie, I'm not sure what I'll do. I may just lose control...
He wipes his face and stands up. Nightcall stares at the camera for a few seconds, letting the words sink in. His face a medley of anger, determination, and insanity.
Nightcall: I may become dangerous. After all, nothing on this planet is more dangerous than a father seeing his baby girl mistreated.
He starts pushing the stroller into the building as the camera cuts to commercial break.
Cameras fire up in the parking garage where a very familiar golden limousine is pulling to a stop. SMASH! Before it can even cease rolling, a massive, yelling pillar of a man in Cain Brodie bashes one of the back passenger-side windows clean out. He pulls his elbow away, brushes it off, and slams his right hand on top of the limo.
Cain: FLIIIIIIPPPPP!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!!
King Flip: Driver usually opens the door first.
Without hesitation, Hell's favorite monster grabs the door. Handle in one hand, some bit of interior door in the other, Cain roars for a solid three to five seconds. Clung. He successfully tears the door clean off the hinges... then tosses it to the ground.
Cain: I’M NOT PLAYING GAMES WITH YOU!
Fans jubilate as Flip finally emerges from his ride. He looks confidently on at the fuming mass in front of him as Chanel very quickly gets as far away as she can when she slips out of the limo.
King Flip: Bit dramatic, but thank you. Now... we're both very busy men this evening. Let's not get unnecessary here. Is there something I can help you with?
Cain: GIVE ME WHAT I WANT! GIVE ME A MATCH! GIVE ME THREE MATCHES! HELL, GIVE ME FIVE! I WANT EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO KILL YOU!
Brodie proceeds to roar out again as this time he has taken to a squat with both hands firmly underneath the stretched vehicle. Flip laments for a second, but decides against stopping as the rocking of his precious ride turns into Cain Brodie completely flipping it over onto its roof.
King Flip: That's excessive. You want to test your mettle against King Flip in the warzone of the hardcore? Why don't we make it best of five hardcore series. We'll even travel across the brands with it... so we can make each other bleed for all to see. You got it, Cain, but... you'll have to excuse me. I'm on Night Call. We'll see each other very soon.
Cain: I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU BLEED OUT OF EVERY HOLE!
Cain seethes before storming off in a separate direction as Flip. We think it's about to fade when the driver-side window begins to slowly burr in sound as it struggles to open. All three-or-so feet of the limo driver slowly stumbles out of the flipped limo... gets to his feet... looks back... then tosses his hands up before waddling off.
Driver: Maaaaaan I quit, and that's all there is to it. This is some fu...
He continues muttering angrily to himself, one hand on his head, as the cameras cut away.
A ROUGH AND TOUGH ENCOUNTER!
[SINGLES MATCH]
Stephanie Matsuda
VS Cain Brodie
VS Cain Brodie
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by.
Aiello: Up next we have Stephanie Matsuda taking on Cain Brodie, a big challenge ahead for the number one contender as she gets ready to face Ace King at Hardcore Revolution!
Bennett: You can imagine Cain's gonna want to make a statement at Stephanie's expense here tonight!
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring! Being accompanied by Monica Vaughan! From Brooklyn, NY! Weighing in at 132lbs ... STEPHANIE MATSUDA!
“Oh La La” by Run the Jewels plays as Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda walks out dressed in her signature black fitted cap and a bandanna around her face. Trailed by manager Monica Vaughan, Matsuda walks on stage and crouches low, getting ready for her match. Stephanie and Monica walk down the ramp, their eyes fixated on the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, Matsuda runs and slides into the ring. She takes a moment to run the ropes and throws her hat into the crowd. She then climbs the nearest turnbuckle, pulls down her bandanna, and holds up her title as she stares into the crowd. She then jumps down and gives her ref her belt as she prepares for her match.
Stroup: And her opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 275 pounds ... CAIN BRODIE!
'South Texas Deathride' blasts through the venue as a livid Cain Brodie storms down to the ring, shoving ring crew and cameramen out of the way as he does. He slides into the ring, immediately attacking the War Queen as the ref calls for the bell to start this match!
DING DING DING
The offense is all Brodie from the jump, as he unloads some heavy rights and lefts on the former X-Division Champion before sending her into the corner. He stomps away at the midsection before grabbing Stephanie and sending her into the opposite corner, charging close behind...but Stephanie narrowly avoids disaster, using Cain's own momentum against him as he crashes against the turnbuckle with a thud! Matsuda takes advantage of the opening, unloading a flurry of offense that sends the bigger man toward the ropes before hitting a dropkick that sends him to the outside.
The ref begins a count as Cain gets to his feet...but Stephanie doesn't give him much room to maneuver as she goes flying over the top rope, hitting a dive that brings Brodie right back down! The ref begins the count anew, and both competitors are slowly coming to.
1...2...
Stephanie is first to her feet, but Cain is close behind.
3...
Rather than slide back into the ring, Stephanie goes back on the attack with some hard kicks to the chest of Cain...who blocks the last one, before sending the War Queen into the steel steps with a loud clang!
4...
With that, Cain slides into the ring appearing to look for a cheap win as the count continues...
5...6...
Cain takes a breather in the corner, waiting with a smirk...until he notices Stephanie getting back to her feet! She manages to slide in just before the count of 7, but Cain immediately charges at her with a clothesline!
Aiello: Cain tried to get an early count-out win here, but the War Queen still showing some fighting spirit!
Bennett: He knows what he's doing! A win's a win, and the sooner he can end this match the sooner he can go deal with King Flip!
Cain is still in control as Matsuda gets back to her feet again, slamming his forearm against her back before lifting her up for a vertical suplex. Could this be it? Could Cain be going for Meet Your Maker! NO! Stephanie counters out, driving Cain into the canvas with a neckbreaker on the way down!
Cain is down, but not quite out as both competitors get to their feet. They trade lefts and rights, with the bigger Cain getting a power advantage as he goes for a discus lariat...but Stephanie ducks it, nailing Cain with a superkick instead! YAHTZEE! Cain is down again as Stephanie gets to the nearest turnbuckle, taking to the skies as she lands a corkscrew shooting star press! CLOUD 9! Stephanie with the cover!
...1!
...2!
...3!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... STEPHANIE MATSUDA!
The ref raises Matsuda's arm in victory as we see Cain coming to, an angry look on his face as we cut to commentary.
Aiello: Wow, what a match! Cain tried to take it to the War Queen, but Matsuda prevailed!
Bennett: A solid win for Stephanie here, but you can see the look on Cain's face...he's pissed about getting caught with that superkick!
Aiello: Well folks, up next we have Candy making another special appearance on the red brand as she takes the International Champion up on his challenge, going up against Xavier Reid in non-title action!
As Stephanie leaves the ring, an irate Cain storms off, shoving more ring crew aside as he heads to the back. The crew begins preparing for the next match when suddenly...
The camera feed pans to various areas in the arena, showing fans as they enjoy their refreshments while others speak to one another, their faces reflecting the excitement brought on by the show. A lone EWC employee, holding a large tray filled with cups of beer and soda slowly descends down a flight of stairs, yelling out to the fans in an effort to sell his wares. There is a palpable energy in the arena tonight, as if something big was about to take place. Something that hasn’t been seen before. The volume within the arena begins to grow louder. Thousands begin to shout “EWC! EWC!.” They could feel the electricity of what was about to take place…
…and then all at once, the entire arena rises to their feet.
The lights dim down, leaving only the stage area illuminated. A slow stream of fireworks begin to emit from the edges of the stage, catching all of the fan’s focus immediately. The golden sparks continue to pepper the arena until they suddenly stop, only to have an even louder firework display emit with a loud bang shortly after!
“Man in a Box” by Alice in Chains begins to play! Immediately, the fans begin to scream and cheer, knowing exactly who is about to arrive! The theme song continues to play, letting the fans erupt as the arena literally shakes under the audio velocity!
Bennett: WOW! I did not expect this!
Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen… this is rare! It looks like we have a special guest tonight and that guest… is the BEAST of Brawl! Some would argue that he has been the most prolific superstar in the EWC today! He is most certainly one of the main reasons that Monday Night Brawl has surged back to dominance! This response… this fan response… this is incredible!
Bennett: The man hasn’t even stepped out yet and this place is a madhouse! I mean, look at this! It’s been a long time since I have seen the EWC nation unify like this under one name… and who would blame them. This man has-
The audio feed cuts off and begins to static as the fans grow even louder now! A shadowy figure steps through the entrance curtain. His large frame slowly comes into view as he stops at center stage!!
Aiello: THERE HE IS! THERE HE IS!!! IT’S BOOOOOOSAAAAAA! BRETT BOSA IS HERE!!!
Bennett: The big beast of Brawl doesn’t usually do his talking on the microphone. He is a man of the ring. The fact that he is coming out here tonight has to mean something important. Something big! This is a man who has been doubted time and time again. Yet, he keep pushing on. He keeps fighting! Even after losing the FX Broadcast Championship after a very respectable run of title defenses, he is showing tonight that there is no giving up in that man!
Aiello: You sound like a fan yourself!
Bennett: I think I am! I can hardly hear myself talk here!
Bosa begins to walk towards the ring as the fans continue to chant his name! Nodding at the fans periodically, Bosa arrives at ringside as his theme song continues to play loudly. Looking up at the ring, Bosa nods his head and then proceeds up the metal steps. He slides between the ropes and walks to the center of the ring, looking out at the fans! All at once, the fans scream and cheer, supporting the Samoan Superman! Nodding his head once more, a microphone is handed to Bosa as he smirks and motions for the fans to let him speak. After a few moments more of cheers, they finally quiet down…
Bosa: Damn… I didn’t expect that.
The fans begin to cheer once more, causing Bosa to laugh a moment as they shower him with support!
Bosa: Okay… okay. Thank you. I need a moment to speak to you all. I need a moment to speak to the entire locker room. I think it’s about time that I address a few things.
The fans slowly quiet down once more as Bosa paces the ring for a moment. He looks out at the faces around him.
Bosa: I didn’t ask for any of this, man. This is unreal. The support that the EWC Nation has given me, it’s off the charts. I have goosebumps on my arms from what I am seeing tonight. Thank you. You know, over the time that I have been here, I have made it clear that I am all about two things. One, I am about earning my place in the EWC. The EWC has seen the absolute best step through these ropes. History has been created within these ropes. I knew this when I joined the fed, and I swore that I would take no short cuts during my stay here. Respect is respect. I vowed that I would be at EVERY DAMN BRAWL SHOW that would have me and that I would give 100% each and every time, count on it. Two weeks ago, I came up short though. Let’s give respect where it’s due. Nightcall beat me. I am man enough to admit it.
The fans begin to boo as Bosa motions for them to stop.
Bosa: Don’t boo that man. That’s what this sport is all about. Anyone can win on any given Sunday. A loss doesn’t define me. It doesn’t define anyone. What defines a true champion is how long it takes him to get off of his ass and get right back into the fight. That… is why I am here. I have shown all of you, hell, I have shown everyone in the locker room what I am all about in this ring. Time and time again, I have got it done despite what the critics and naysayers have said about me. I didn’t trash talk anyone on social media. Nope. I did my talking in this ring… OUR ring… on Brawl.
Now, some of you are probably expecting me to demand a rematch against Nightcall and trust me, it crossed my mind. He beat me fair and square in this ring. So Nightcall, if you can hear me right now, congratulations to you. No excuses. You were the better man on that night. That belt is yours. You are a perfect example of what Brawl is all about. Domination, innovation… that’s what you and I are all about. I am sure that the two of us will cross paths once again later down the road but in regards to my rematch… I don’t need one. I am moving on to bigger and better things.
Like I said, a loss doesn’t define anyone. Title or no title over my shoulder, I AM STILL THE BEST IN THE WORLD! No one, and I mean no one, has been more constant than me over the last two years. I have already achieved everything that I hoped to with the FX Broadcast Championship. I made my point. Now I am thinking bigger…
The fans begin to cheer as Bosa nods his head.
Bosa: You see… I have some unfinished business with the International Championship. I can’t tell you how long I have thought about the idea of getting another shot at that strap. The thing is, things have changed since I last competed for it. I am a different man now. I am not just International material now. I am good enough to win it all. I am ready for my shot at the Undisputed championship!
ACE KING! CAN YOU HEAR ME BACK IN THAT LOCKER ROOM!?! Listen to me well. We both know that the company is going to keep us as far apart as possible right now. Make no mistake about it. I respect the hell out of you. For so long, you kept pushing and pushing, refusing to give up until finally you took what was yours… the EWC Undisputed Championship. Our stories? There not much different. The both of us have been doubted throughout our careers. Yet, here we are. It’s inevitable that the two of us meet in the ring, Ace. From day one I was designated to wear that championship though. You know it. I know it. So mark my words, from here on out, everything that I do will be a calculated effort. You have become my endgame… my focus. I will be the EWC Undisputed Champion…. And I will put down any jackass who gets in my way.
The fans begin to cheer even louder as Bosa paces the ring.
Bosa: I am not done. Don’t think for a second that I am over the idea of competing for the International championship. I understand that the road to the Undisputed Championship usually goes through that strap. I get it. You see, I am a student of the EWC. I understand its history. I respect it. I am also flexible. Call me a team player if you will? That is why I am standing here tonight. I am going to offer the EWC a couple of options….
Are you listening?
Give me Reid or give me King. It doesn’t matter at the end of the day. I know that I will have to eventually face the both of them regardless. I will end either of them. Reid and King are future Hall of Famers. They are respectable champions. There is no denying that. It’s my time now though. MY TIME. Now we get to play the game of… What EWC Champion is brave enough to prove me wrong? Will it be Xavier Reid? Or will it be Ace King? My money is on neither. That’s fine too. I will just hunt them down myself if that happens. My name is Bosa. I am the future of the EWC. BEAST MODE….
Fans: ACTIVATEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!
Bosa: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT!
Bosa drops the microphone as the fans explode all at once! His theme song begins to play loudly as he flexes his muscles in the ring.
Bennett: I have to admit it… we may be looking at the next Undisputed Champion.
Aiello: Only time will tell if Bosa has caught the attention of either Xavier Reid or Ace King. I think we just witnessed history here, Stan. The Era of the Beast is about to begin…
"THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!"
"Ace of Spades" rips through the Rogers Centre, and the crowd cheers as pyro goes off in time with the opening drum beats. Ace King then steps out onto the stage, his eyes narrowed and focused on the ring...and Bosa in particular. A look of intensity is on the champ's face as he heads down to the ring, entering just as Bosa drops from the turnbuckle. The two nearly stare daggers into each other, hyping the crowd up even more until the confrontation is interrupted by a voice on the X-Tron...that of the Assistant General Manager, Timothy Kahrs!
Kahrs: Alright you two, settle down. Ace, I'm glad you decided to show up on BRAWL tonight, but I need you to understand something...I don't like having big moments like this wasted on impromptu fights, so let's not go that route.
This is enough for the two men to stop glaring at each other, their attention now drawn to the interim boss of the red brand.
Kahrs: Bosa, I'm a man of the people. I listen to what these fans, and what my competitors, have to say...and I hear you loud and clear. Judging by the fact the Undisputed Champion has made an appearance here tonight, I'd say he's heard you too...so I'll tell ya what, fellas. You want this match...the people want this match...and just to stick it to Grizzly Duggan I'm gonna make this match on OUR turf. Monday Night BRAWL, live from Portland, the final stop on the road to Hardcore Revolution...Beastmode gets his shot at The Gambler, one on one!"
This gets a big pop from the crowd, and a smirk on both men's faces.
Kahrs: A non-title bout, of course. We have a method to the madness here, and besides...you both have Hardcore Revolution to worry about.
King and Bosa look a little confused by that statement, but the crowd can sense something brewing.
Kahrs: First, there is the matter of who is facing Xavier Reid for the International Championship. I actually had to have a nice long conversation with Victor Price, Grizzly Duggan, and Chris Brock about this, due to their experience in making big matches like this on their respective brands...and the fact of the matter is we had not one, not two, but THREE potential contenders. Nightcall, who is currently busy defending his FX Broadcast Championship...King Flip, who is busy looking to win that title tonight...and the man who went on a tear as the inaugural FX Broadcast Champion. Bosa, because of how many successful defenses you had as champion, you have proven that if given the opportunity you can carry this brand on your shoulders...you can be the Best Of Brawl if given the chance. So, in the same vein as Stephanie Matsuda proving herself worthy of facing Ace King for the Undisputed Championship, it is you who gets to show you can hang with Xavier Reid with that spotlight on big and bright!
Another big pop from the crowd, and we see Bosa is excited for this opportunity...but Kahrs isn't finished just yet, something Ace King is quick to recognize as he keeps his attention on the X-Tron.
Kahrs: And then there's you, Ace. You already know about facing Stephanie Matsuda at Hardcore Revolution...but with a name like that, there is expectation of violence, and your boy is here to deliver. We're gonna take this to another level, one that may be a little familiar to at least one of you...because you, Ace King, are defending the Undisputed Championship in the return of WEAPON X!
This gets a HUGE pop from the crowd, with Ace King giving a nod of acknowledgement of what he's about to face come Hardcore Revolution before focusing his attention back to Bosa. We see him tell Beastmode "you and me, in two weeks, in this very ring" before heading out as we move to a commercial break.
The scene cuts backstage to find ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love, who is clearly over his hangover as he’s all smiles as he walks down the hallway humming the 1980’s hit by Bow Wow Wow
Love: I know a guy who’s tough and hates sweets…
Tommy snaps his fingers to the beat that’s in his head
Love: He’s so fine he can’t be beat...well he’s been beaten but you get the point…
Tommy once again snaps his fingers to the beat of the song
Love: He’s got everything that I desire...I mean I’d love that championship, his bank account, this youth and his healthy libido…
Tommy laughs and snaps his fingers again
Love: He’s going to set tonight’s Brawl on fire...ok, I know those aren’t the words but work with me people…
Tommy looks at the camera and winks as he snaps his fingers
Love: WE WANT CANDY!!!
Tommy lets loose on some air drums
Love: WE GOT CANDY!!!
Tommy again blast the air drums as he turns right into Brawl’s Bob Murray
Love: Bob? They haven’t fired your ass yet and replaced you with a hot piece of ass, I swear man...do you have naked pictures of the boss or something?
Tommy smiles as he pats Bob on the shoulder
Love: Come on Bob, sing it with me…
Tommy holds an imaginary microphone to Bob’s mouth but nothing…
Love: Ok, not a fan of karaoke…
Tommy pulls the imaginary microphone away from Bob’s mouth and holds it up to his own
Love: WE WANT CANDY….WE GOT CANDY!!!
Bob doesn’t look entertained as Tommy laughs and points behind him. Bob turns and is face to face with the EWC International Champion Xavier Reid, he turns and looks at Tommy who’s smiles has faded and he says
Love: He’s got Candy!!!!
Bob turns back to Xavier
Reid: I get it, she’s easy on the eyes...people look at her and see this sweet bubbly girls and how could you not root for her right...I mean look at everything she’s done, the odds she’s overcome...I mean how many strippers make it of the poll and reach the heights of EWC Undisputed Champion...I mean it’s a real g-string to riches story right…
Tommy lets out a laugh
Love: Talk about your ‘happy ending’...
But Xavier shakes his head
Reid: And I get it, Candy wants hers right, she wants to recapture that moment when she was on top of the EWC all those years ago...she’s tired of seeing others have their moment damn it, taking a back seat to those other members of 3C...it’s Candy turns and that’s why she came to Brawl...to get her ‘spot’ back or what was it...to take mine…
Xavier laughs
Reid: Candy I don’t have a spot...check out the list honey, I’m not on it...all I have in this championship…
Xavier pats the face of the International Championship
Reid: Had you done your homework you would have called out Matsuda and BOSA or maybe Matsuda and VISCONTY but had you done your homework maybe you wouldn't have found yourself on the pole all those years ago am I right…
Love: Fuck reading I’ll be a stripper…
Reid: You couldn’t even get that right honey but that’s the best part, see tonight your quest for the Undisputed Championship gets derailed by a guy who isn’t even ‘in the hunt’, I mean after I beat you what kind of claim are you going to have for facing Ace King?
Love: Not that she really has one now…
Reid: But I look forward to ending this hope you have Candy...see you are a dreamer, someone that lives in the past and while your past was ‘sweet’ it was also 3 years ago...face it, YOU”RE STALE...past you expiration date, you want to bring up your success over me from 2018, awesome...I’ll trump that with this years Legends of the Cage, last years Night of Champions and last years Parabellum...encounters that have happened in the last calendar year Candy and the best you have is you beat me in 2018...wow…
Love: You have to cut her some slack Xavier, it’s all she has…
Reid: I took your finisher at Legends like it was NOTHING, got right back up and advanced to the next round while you...you were eliminated, your hopes of challenging for the Undisputed Championship went up in smoke...at my hands Candy and I’m going to do it again here tonight...see I’ve shown the EWC that the foundation to the Candy Castle is weak...at the neck...I’ve piledriven you into the mat and put you down now TWICE and tonight I’m going to focus all my attention on your neck until it gives...until the Candy Castle comes crumbling down like an condemned building marked for implosion…
Tommy makes a ‘poof’ noise
Reid: And I add another Love Club win over a 3C member...see I know the people want nothing more than to see our two groups go to war it hasn’t been a fight this season has it...no, and tonight I’m going to add your name alongside Gabi’s and Saidie’s as 3C members I’ve beaten…
Tommy holds up ‘those three fingers’
Love: 3C!!!! This one’s for you Billy!!!
Tommy laughs as he flashes the 3C Shocker
Reid: I do hope you enjoyed your time here on Brawl Candy...but it’s time for you to head back to Paramount now to face to Jake Lumas’s and Jake Caxide’s of the world and leave the Undisputed Championship to those that actually deserve the shot…
Xavier walks away as Tommy smiles
Love: And that kids is a wrap...you know, like a wrapper that covers the candy…
Tommy waves the joke off as he snaps his fingers to the beat of ‘I Want Candy’ as he follows Xavier Reid off camera before we cut to ringside...
A DELICIOUSLY VIOLENT CLASH!
[SINGLES MATCH (NON-TITLE)]
Candy
VS Xavier Reid
VS Xavier Reid
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by!
Aiello: Well folks, after some heated words from Tommy Love and Xavier Reid we now have this non-title bout that sees former Undisputed Champions collide!
Bennett: I cannot stress enough just how tough this contest is gonna be, Joe! Candy has proven her own on a number of occasions and especially since appearing on the red brand, but will be enough to topple the International Champion?
Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage.
Stroup: The following non title contest is set for one fall. Joining us first, making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat' ... CANDY!
After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.
Stroup: And the opponent, being accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love, from New York, weighing in at 220 pounds ... He is the EWC International Champion ... XAVER 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 trunks, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape with the EWC International Championship around his waist and following him out is ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy follows from behind and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring as Xavier unhooks the International Championship and hands it to Tommy who raises it into the air as 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 holds up the International Championship in the officials face and reminds him who the champion is face but the official ignors him and walks away as Tommy laughs. Xavier jumps down and squats down in the corner waiting for the bell.
DING DING DING
Candy runs at Reid for a Spear but instead quickly slips behind him and hitting Reid with a Forearm Smash to the back of the head. Candy hits another this time to the jaw of Reid before going for an Irish Whip. Reid reverses it sending Candy chest first into the corner. Reid runs at Candy but she springs off the bottom corner and over Reid as he crashes into the corner. Candy runs at Reid hitting a Handspring Elbow that she transitions into an Ace Cutter. Candy runs off the ropes at Reid but he catches her with a Rainham Maker. Reid lifts Candy to her feet and hits a Forearm Smash of his own and a headbutt that staggers Candy allowing Reid to Irish Whip her off the ropes. Reid catches Candy and tilt a whirls her into position for a Standing Tombstone that he transitions into a Codebreaker driving his knees into Candy's face.
As Candy sits up, Reid runs off the ropes looking for a Running Kick to the chest. Candy manages to lay down avoiding the kick before springing to her feet and pushing Reid off the ropes for an O'Connor Roll. Reid grabs onto the ropes sending Candy rolling backwards. However, as Reid turns to face Candy, she runs at him hitting a Spear. Reid clutches his ribs as he gets to his feet. Candy runs at him for something but Reid counters by hoisting Candy into the air for what may be a Pop-up Powerbomb. Candy, however, manages to counter the counter and Hurricanranas Reid over the top rope. Both crash onto the floor at ringside.
Aiello: Candy really taking it to the champ tonight, showing that she's not afraid to step up to the challenge!
Bennett: Yeah, but it looks like Reid's got an answer for that!
Reid shoves Candy into the ringside barrier and charges at Candy. She counters with a Drop Toe Hold that sends Reid face first into the barrier. Candy runs at him hitting a Tornado DDT on the arena floor. Candy holds the small of her back as she slides into the ring. Candy pulls herself to her feet using the ropes as the referees count reaches.
SEVEN...
EIGHT...
NINE...
Reid just makes it under the bottom rope breaking the count.
Candy heaves Reid to his feet and runs up the turnbuckles looking for a Candy Crusher but Reid manages to push her away in mid air before blasting Candy with a Lariat. We see blood trickling down Reid's face, presumably from the crash into the barrier, as he walks toward Candy who lays on the mat. Reid reaches for Candy's hand. Will he help her to her feet? The answer to that is Fuck You Stomps as that's what Reid gives Candy. He makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
TH...NO! Kick Out Candy just gets a shoulder up. Reid runs at her for a Punt Kick but Candy sits up avoiding the move and hits Reid with a Candy Cavity Removal. Reid drops backward as Candy covers him.
ONE...
TWO...
TH...NO! Kick Out.
This time it's Reid who just gets a shoulder up.
Aiello: So close, there! What's it going to take for Candy to pull off the win here tonight!
Bennett: A bit more of that and she might just do it, Joe!
Candy lifts Reid to a seated position and tries to apply a Candy Blast. Reid manages to pull Candy's legs from under her sending Candy crashing to the canvas. Reid gets to his feet and lifts Candy to hers before hoisting her up onto his shoulders and hitting an Xplode.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall XAVIER REID!
Tommy Love races into the ring handing the International Championship to Reid. Reid climbs to the middle turnbuckle holding his championship aloft while Love sarcastically applauds Candy.
Aiello: Wow, what a crazy close match that was! Candy really giving it her all here, but Xavier Reid just manages to get the win.
Bennett: Reid thinks he may have made his statement clear tonight, but I'll be honest Joe...I think Candy's got what it takes to hang with anyone on this brand!
Aiello: After that amazing contest, we still have one more bout to go! It's our main event as Nightcall defends the FX Broadcast Championship against King Flip, and that is up NEXT!
Camera cuts to ...
The cameras go to a room backstage where Bob Murray is sitting in a chair across from Callie Clark, sporting a neck brace and street clothes, and her bodyguard Tori Taylor sits right next to her. Bob signals for the cameras to start filming and speaks up.
Bob: Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome my guests at this time, Callie Clark and Tori Taylor. Callie, we haven't seen or heard from you since your match a few weeks ago with King Flip where you lost after taking a big fall off the top of the tron onto some equipment, and obviously you were not medically cleared to compete after that. I think everyone wants to know, how are you doing now? Do you have any idea when we'll see you compete again?
Callie: How does it look like I'm doing Bob?
Callie motions to the neckbrace and winces a little.
Callie: That psycho Flip tried to freaking kill me! He's just lucky I want revenge, or else I'd contact my lawyers to get him fired.
Callie has a little smirk cross her face, then takes a drink of water and continues talking.
Callie: As for when I'll be competing again? Hardcore Revolution. I'll be fully recovered by then and I'm going to get my hands on Flip there, and trust me, there will be blood.
Callie lets out a little laugh as she looks over at Tori, then back at Bob.
Bob: I see... well I'm glad you're close to returning, but from what I heard from the EWC doctors, you've actually been cleared for over a week now and...
Suddenly, Bob gets cut off by Callie, who raises a hand to cut him off.
Callie: The stupid EWC doctors can say whatever they want, but I've been visting the best doctors in the country, ones much better than the quacks around here, and they haven't cleared me. Why would I lie? Would I have to gain? Less time in the spotlight? Longer before I can get my hands on Flip? More time for people to forget about me? I would be stupid to stay out longer than I have to and you would be stupider to accuse me of such a thing Bob.
Callie shoots a glare at him, then just as quick as she got angry, she regains her composure and smiles.
Callie: Let's move on, next question.
Bob: Right, well as you may know, recently someone has been messing with Flip, like by playing your theme song during his match to distract him, among other things. Some have accused you of doing these things, were you behind the mind games?
Callie takes a sip of water, then laughs and shakes her head.
Callie: Of course not, why would you accuse me of such a thing?
Bob: Well who else would mess with Flip like that?
Callie: I don't know, anybody who doesn't like him? I mean I bet that's a list a mile long. It's not my problem if someone is messing with him and he's paranoid about it.
Callie cracks a smile now as she looks around the room, then turns her focus back to Bob.
Callie: Flip is a monster, complete gutter trash of a person. Everything bad that happens to him, he deserves. Including the beating I'm going to give him.
CRACK! A steel chair wildly swings into view, plowing Tori so hard she inadvertently stumbles into a second shot from the chair. This one into her back. Callie shrieks, clutching her neck brace as she tactically places herself behind an equally flabbergasted Bob Murray. The man is still seated and clutching the arms of his chair. King Flip slowly walks into view.
King Flip: I'm going to need you to move, Murr-ray.
Bob: F-Flip -- KING Flip, pardon my manners, but you c-can't just come in here and--
King Flip: If you don't fucking move. Hit time: yesterday. I'm not booping your snoot, Murr-ray. You'll need to gauze that shnauze. Here... lemme give you another example.
Flip turns around and BENDS the chair over the back of Tori's skull. He looks back to Bob.
King Flip: HAVE I MADE MY FUCKING POINT, MURR-RAY!?
Bob flees in a panic, batting Callie's hands off as she attempts to keep him there.
Bob: REMOVE YOUR HANDS FROM ME, YOU DEVIL WOMAN.
Callie quickly grabs the decorative vase and pulls the rather long sunflowers from it, dual wielding her best bet as Flip walks toward her.
King Flip: Gutter trash... Callie Clark, you've put your name on enough of my work. You've stuffed the mousy little face into ONE TOO DAMN MANY matches. Gutter trash? No, no I think you've reversed the roles there. But a monster, mm... a monster I can be.
Callie: Get away from me psycho! I'm injured! I'll sue you for everything you and your bitch girlfriend have!
Callie chucks the vase and Flip bats at it. CRASH! Shattered glass flies everywhere. The cameraman even has to fumble back a bit for safety. Callie throws the flowers, batted again. A much less satisfying flumph sound there. She's up against the wall, cornered, nowhere to go. Miss Clark puts her hands up just in time as Flip lunges at her with the steel chair. He's got it inches from her throat and is getting ever closer as her grip on the chair isn't great.
King Flip: Y'see, girl... they WANT me... to have another go at that title you... HIT me with...
The chair is now firmly pressed against the edge of the neck brace. Callie is beginning to choke.
King Flip: King Monster cannot allow you the pleasure of stepping in again.
He pulls away and she grasps her neck, choking and coughing as she drops to one knee. She's still glaring at Flip, who now smiles. CRACK! He nails her in the face and hands that she throws up just in time. Flip tosses the lumpy chair to the ground and rushes at her with right hand after right hand. Security personnel have begun rushing in, the cameraman turning to show a dazzled Bob Murray and the Assistant General Manager amidst this drove of people pulling a screaming Flip off of Callie.
King Flip: GET THE HELL OFF OF ME! SHE WON'T STOP ME AGAIN, DAMNIT!!
Kahrs: That's enough, Flip! I've heard just about enough of you for one night, and I'm sick of seeing you two come to blows without this brand making any money off it! I was afraid this sorta thing would happen, and that's why I made a call and got a connection with everyone's favorite tourist trap. You two wanna act like a couple thugs? All thugs eventually have to serve hard times, so you two will do just that...in the first-ever Hard Times Match, courtesy of my friends at Alcatraz!
This gets a big pop from the crowd and a look of bewilderment from both Flip and Callie.
Kahrs: Now Flip, get on out of here...you have a main event to compete in!
Flip stares Kahrs and Callie both down before finally being escorted out of the room before we move to a commercial break.
HAIL TO THE KING? HAIL TO THE CHAMP!
[SINGLES MATCH]
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
King Flip
VS Nightcall
[SINGLES MATCH]
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
King Flip
VS Nightcall
We return to ringside where Stroup is ready in the center of the ring.
Aiello: And here we go, folks! Our main event of the evening sees the new FX Broadcast Champion defend against a tough challenger. Can Nightcall retain the title he refers to as Effie, or will King Flip make good on his promise to end the joke that he considers Nightcall's reign as champ?
Stroup: The following match is a one-on-one contest for the FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP!
Fans jubilate throughout the arena as Chanel emerges from behind the curtain. She lifts the taped-up megaphone as a "C-H-K" chant begins among the crowd.
Chanel: Ladies and gentlemen, the challenger... from the land of money and fame... weighing in at two-hundred and twenty pounds... he is your C-H-K all fucking day... KIIING FLIIIP!
The X-tron had begun playing Flip's entrance package video as Chanel did the build-up. "Machinegun" by Portishead plays as Flip walks out, head down, hood covering his face. They're about to walk down as they always do when, instead, Flip puts up his arm. He takes a moment to remove his vest and hands it to Chanel. She glares at him and leaves through the curtain. Flip turns around and makes his way to the ring, sliding in and looking around to the fans as his music fades.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Oceanside, California, weighing in at two-hundred and five pounds ... he is the FX Broadcast Champion ... NIIIIGHTCAAAAALL!
Smoke billows on all sides of the ramp until it covers the titantron itself. The name NIGHTCALL shines through the fog in a brilliant pink neon. Decked out in a red jacket, sunglasses, clutching a vape pen, with Effie the FX Broadcast Championship over his left shoulder, Nightcall walks down the runway. By the time the cloud dissipates, Nightcall tosses his vape to a ringside official and goes over to nearby fans. He hands one his pair of sunglasses before rolling inside the ring.
Nightcall hands the FX Broadcast Championship to the senior official on duty, who turns to show it to Flip briefly before folding it and lifting it in the air. NC and Flip have started a very viscous dialogue by the looks of it. Flip points at his shirt, which reads 'PERFORM
Aiello: The champ looking less than pleased by the message Flip is sending him, and here we go!
DING DING DING
SMACK! The champion open hand slaps Flip's taste buds across the ring, causing him to almost immediately buckle to his knees. He drops only to one and stares at a fuming Nightcall who has the fans in a raucous. Flip brandishes the left side of his face with a smile as he makes some sort of proposition. Like now it's his turn to slap Nightcall. The champ looks to the fans who seem to be behind this open-palm striking contest... then he agrees, pointing to his face. Flip bombards him with a barrage of theatrical right hands instead. He pulls back after three strikes, revealing his right palm to the sky to spit on it, then barrels Nightcall over the top rope. The man stumbles backward but looks no more than embarrassed as he is now on one knee with a hand brandishing his face. Flip takes to a second turnbuckle, stares at Nightcall, and underlines the word 'PERFORM' on his shirt again with a single finger.
Aiello: Flip with an old trick getting Nightcall to join in a slap contest, but choosing instead to connect with those punches!
Bennett: Ya notice how Flip's calling the champ out to perform? It's clear he wants a performance of wrestling, Joe!
Nightcall: I refuse to let that man disrespect my Effie again!
Nightcall slams his hands down on the announce table before taking his jacket off. He hands it to the timekeeper, pointing to the FX Broadcast Championship as he shows a smile to Flip. The Ol' C-H-K is off the turnbuckle as Nightcall slides into the ring. Flip runs straight into a jumping calf kick to the face, then a leg lariat as he stands up again, then a STIFF chest chop into the corner as he somehow stands up again. The fans "WHOOOOO" with every chest chop as Nightcall connects with a second and a third. Nightie grapples Flip and is reversed in the Irish whip to the opposite corner. The champ catches himself before slamming into the turnbuckles. He turns to see Flip is still trying to regain his bearing after the assault, then rushes forward. Flip barely hits a legsweep as he dodges Nightcall's attack. The champion swiftly rolls off the canvas to his feet, going to kick Flip in the midsection as the two collide again. The King catches the leg and snaps a dragon screw to send the champion to the canvas again. Flip is once more on his feet a second sooner and squeezes Nightcall into an overhead belly to belly suplex. Fans explode as the bearded challenger sits up, huffing air as he strokes his beard.
Aiello: Some great offense by both men here, but Flip's got a handle of things!
Bennett: And now look! He's showing off his wrestling here, Joe!
Flip gets to Nightcall and, instead of just lifting the leg, decides to bundle Nightcall up in a mahistrol cradle.
1 . . .
2 . . .
Kickout by Nightcall.
Aiello: Flip nearly getting the better of the champ on that one, after the cradle!
Bennett: Flip is looking to prove a statement tonight, and maneuvers like that are sure to put an exclamation on it!
King Flip keeps the champion grounded with a reverse chin lock. He grinds his knee into the back of Nightcall as he yanks the head backward. Senior referee Paul Turner is on one knee next to Nightcall asking if the champion would like to give up. Even the fans can hear Nightcall yelling "NO!" Flip bashes three consecutive right forearms to the chest of his opponent then shoves him to the canvas. He mounts over the back of the champion, going for the camel clutch, when Nightcall just throws his head back into Flip's jaw! This stuns the King long enough for Nightcall to start to power up. BRAWL's Television Champion grabs Flip by the back of the head, showing his strength and fortitude as a competitor by lifting both their weight up and jumping into a modified jawbreaker. Nightcall falls forward into the ropes as Flip is sent bumbling backward clutching his face with both hands. This leaves the referee no choice but to begin to count to ten when he realizes both men may be unable to continue.
1 . . . 2 . . .
"LET'S GO NIGHTCALL!"
"C-H-K!"
"LET'S GO NIGHTCALL!"
"ALL FUCKIN' DAY!"
"C-H-K!"
"LET'S GO NIGHTCALL!"
"ALL FUCKIN' DAY!"
3 . . . 4 . . .
Fans are going wild chanting for their favorite superstar as neither man shows any advantage or swiftness at this point.
5 . . . 6 . . .
Flip is still holding his jaw, but has gotten to one knee in one corner. Nightcall has his own right hand on the back of his neck as he pushes himself to a vertical position in the opposite corner.
"LET'S GO NIGHTCALL!"
"C-H-K!"
"LET'S GO NIGHTCALL!"
"ALL FUCKIN' DAY!"
"C-H-K!"
"LET'S GO NIGHTCALL!"
"ALL FUCKIN' DAY!"
Aiello: Hear this excited crowd, Steve! Dueling chants for champ and challenger!
Bennett: I don't blame them, this is getting really close!
Flip rolls out of the ring when Nightcall begins his approach. The challenger throws the ring apron up and begins digging under the ring. A murmur begins throughout the arena which erupts into a roar as Flip begins tossing out chairs. He stands up and slides one into the ring. Senior referee is furiously reminding the challenger of getting themselves disqualified by using weapons. Flip slides into the ring himself with another chair, contesting with the referee to give in a moment. Meanwhile, Nightcall has taken to the corner with a smile. He approaches Flip, who kick slides a chair across the canvas. Both men set the chairs up facing each other and each take their seat. They exchange a few words and it's off to the races. One by one they punch one another as hard as they can with their right hands at first. Nightcall is first to pop a wild left hand, which seems to push both into just booming down with consecutive right hands now. They each grab the other's head with their left as they continue to furious beat their opponent's face with right fists. They're about standing at this point, when Nightcall quickly pulls Flip's shirt over his head and knees him in the face. Flip fumbles back into his chair and rolls onto the canvas. His arms are still pointed straight up as Nightcall rushes forward.
Aiello: A contest of fierce right hands between champ and challenger, but Nightcall pulling that shirt and connecting with a knee to the face of Flip!
Bennett: Champ's definitely showing a lot of fire tonight, Joe!
The referee is quick to get the chairs out of the ring. Nightcall has lifted Flip up to a standing position in the corner, then hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. He smiles at the opportunity as he hits a STIFF chop to the exposed stomach of King Flip. "WHOOOO" goes the crowd as Nightcall turns around nodding his approval. The challenger finally shoves his arms down and leaps to his feet on the top turnbuckle. Flip leaps through the air as Nightcall turns around. Dragonrana pin!
1 . .
2 . .
Kickout by Nightcall. Both men stumble to their feet but it's Nightcall with a northern lights suplex pin!
1 . .
2 . .
Kickout by King Flip. Both men are a little slower but again it's Nightcall with a school boy pin!
1 . .
2 . .
Kickout by King Flip. Flip retreats the ring, sliding backward on his stomach until he's outside the ropes as Nightcall just sits on his knees heaving in breath as well. The fans applaud.
Aiello: Flip catching the champ with that Fliptastic, but now both men are getting close calls in this contest!
Bennett: That's right, and let's not downplay the fact that Nightcall just got two consecutive nearfalls on the challenger! It's getting down to the wire!
Flip slides back into the ring but Nightcall doesn't allow him to stand. Stomps keep the challenger on the canvas, then pulls Flip by the ear to the nearest bottom rope. The champion puts on knee on the back of Flip's neck and yanks on the second rope over the top rope as he chokes the hell out of the man. Once again the referee is furiously reminding a competitor about the disqualification chance before swiftly counting. He almost make it to five before Nightcall breaks the hold. Mister Gonzo Wrestling takes a step back while he acknowledges the referee's warnings. Then he runs to the opposite ropes and runs into a thunderously approved West Coast Pop. Flip rolls backward, continuing to to do so until he has once again removed himself from the squared circle. Nightcall is all the way on the other side of the ring, outside on the ring apron, so he turns to the fans to taunt them a bit as he hops down. The referee begins a count.
Aiello: Nightcall with a choke on Flip against those ropes, trying to weaken the challenger some more before hitting that West Coast Pop...but now Flip's out of the ring!
Bennett: Yeah, but the champ is still on the attack!
1 . . 2 . .
Flip still isn't really on his feet when Nightcall makes his way around the ring.
3 . . 4 . .
The champion grabs Flip by the back of the head and whips his face into the guardrail.
5 . . 6 . .
Nightcall grips Flip again by the back of the head and slams him face first into the ring apron. Flip buckles to his hands and knees.
7 . .
Referee Paul Turner leans under the top rope and starts reminding Nightcall that he has to bring it in the ring. Just as the champion looks up, he inadvertently spews that pink mist into the face of the referee as King Flip nails a low blow. The referee practically screeches as he jumps up and falls completely out of the ring. He hits the thinly-padded concrete pretty hard and stops moving entirely as both competitors catch their breath on their backs. Nightcall uses the Spanish announce table to help him stand in time to turn into a clothesline from Flip that lays him onto the table. Flip grabs Nightcall by the hair and connects with three stiff punches to the dome before turning to the ring and pointing to a top turnbuckle. Fans begin murmuring once again as Flip stumbles up the steel steps, gets to the top turnbuckle, and gives it one more calculated thought before taking the leap. 530 Leg Drop through the Spanish announce table.
Gomez: AY DIOS MIO!
Aiello: Oh my! Flip with that Royal blood taking the champ out on the Spanish announce table...but at what cost?
Bennett: Both men look down and out, Joe! This doesn't look good at all.
Referee Josh Daniels and several of EWC's medical staff have rushed down to the ring... to check up on Referee Paul Turner, who looks to be in awful shape. Josh makes sure the medical professionals can do their job for some reason before sliding into the ring and realizing what has become of the main event. He is flabbergasted for a second before he does the only thing he can do at this point. Count.
1 . . 2 . .
Neither competitor is moving at all.
3 . . 4 . .
They barely stir.
5 . . 6 . .
Flip is using the guardrail to try to stand as Nightcall does much the same with the only remaining announce table.
7 . . 8 . .
Both men definitely don't look like they should be standing right now... but they are. They make eye contact.
9 . .
They both rush and slide into the ring before the ten count. They stand up and grapple for just a second before pushing off. KING FLIP WITH THE BEHEADING--NO! NIGHTCALL JUST MANAGES TO BLOCK IT, CONNECTING WITH THE STUNDOG MILLIONAIRE! COVER BY THE CHAMP!
1 . .
2 . .
3!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall, and STILL THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPION... NIGHTCALL!
Nightcall is barely to his feet as the ref raises his arm in victory, before we cut to commentary.
Aiello: What an amazing main event we just witnessed! Both men really giving everything they had tonight, leaving it all in that ring, and Nightcall just manages to come out on top!
Bennett: What a helluva fight by King Flip, the challenger nearly had Nightcall a number of times tonight! That said, it's a big win for the champ here!
Aiello: Folks, we have now wrapped up an amazing evening here in Toronto as the road to Hardcore Revolution continues! We now know that Ace King defends the Undisputed Championship against Stephanie Matsuda in a Weapon X match, that King Flip will take on Callie Clark in the first-ever Hard Times Match from Alcatraz, and that Bosa is officially getting a shot at the International Championship against Xavier Reid! We still have one more stop before we get to Hardcore Revolution, so until next Brawl when we see you in lovely Portland, Oregon...I'm Joe Aiello alongside Steve Bennett, wishing you all a good night!
The final shot is of Nightcall continuing to celebrate his win as the show comes to a close.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: MNB
MATCH TWO: MNB
MATCH THREE: Emma Louise
MAIN EVENT: The Mad King
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SEGMENTS
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@alex / Ace King / MNB
Nightcall
Xavier Reid
The Mad King
Jack Severn
Callie Clark
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH 1
Zack Tyler (N/S) (PINNED)
VS Mio Yoshino (N/S)
VS Hazel Overton
WINNER via pinfall: Hazel Overton
MATCH 2
Stephanie Matsuda
VS Cain Brodie (N/S)
WINNER via pinfall: Stephanie Matsuda
MATCH 3
Candy
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER via pinfall: Xavier Reid
MAIN EVENT
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
King Flip
VS Nightcall
WINNER via pinfall and STILL FX Broadcast Champion: Nightcall
BRAWL #570 MVP: Nightcall
BRAWL #570 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: King Flip VS Nightcall for the FX Broadcast Championship
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