Post by MNB on Sept 13, 2021 21:12:54 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 #574 | SEPTEMBER 13TH 2021LIVE! from the Ziggo Dome in Amsterdam, Netherlands
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
"Lace Em Up" by Deraj 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 #573 in Atlanta.
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.
From there we look at the dawning of the Undisputed Championship as we know it today, from Xplode defeating Shadow Man to unify the belts to footage of the men and women of BRAWL who have held the illustrious title including Ashton Drake, Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, and Xavier Reid, before ending on the current champion Ace King.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Xavier Reid, Gabrielle Visconty, Callie Clark, Noah Hartt, King Flip, Zack Tyler, Jack Severn, and others making their way onto the red brand.
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Tyler Bradford with the FX Broadcast Championship
Xavier Reid with the EWC International Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
A wide aerial shot shows that the Ziggo Dome is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
A wide aerial shot shows that the Ziggo Dome is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!
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:
"HIER IN AMSTERDAM KENNEN WE ONZE SNOEPJES"
"EEN ANDERE SLAG OM KONINGEN WACHT OP ONS"
"GABI VEE IS ALLES WAT WE NODIG HEBBEN"
"GEEN TIJD VOOR JE ONZIN, XAVIER REID"
"WIJ SCHIJNEN ALS RUBY'S IN DE HEMEL"
and "ER ZIJN GEEN DAS HIER, TYLER BRADFORD"
Aiello: Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and we have a jam-packed night of action coming out of Night of Champions!
Bennett: You're damn right about that one, Joe! We saw Ace King do the seemingly impossible and survive the Insanity Cage to RETAIN the Undisputed Championship, but we already know that he and Scorpio are on a collision course heading to the Rumble Down Under!
Aiello: That's right, but before we get there we have the matter of the Super 16 Tag Team Tournament, where Ace King and his partner El Pablo are looking to advance to the finals against whoever comes out of the Rumble as the Tag Team Champions! That pair takes on the red brand's very own in The Flip and Jack Connection, a team that has managed to pull off an amazing run so far!
Bennett: It's gonna be a great match for sure Joe, but I'm looking forward to the pure VIOLENCE we can expect out of our main event! Candy and Stitches have collided several times in their history together, and Candy has won most of those encounters...but tonight we see it spill out onto the red brand as BRAWL presents an X-Division match with big implications!
Aiello: That's right Steve, Candy made it clear she wanted revenge against the X-Division Champion for his involvement at Parabellum when he took out Jordan Sharpe and declared himself moving on to BRAWL...and tonight, a new chapter is written in this storied rivalry. If Candy succeeds and defeats Stitches tonight, not ONLY will she get some revenge but will also line herself up as a future #1 contender to the title the clown holds!
Bennett: Hell, it's like you said at the start Joe...we have a LOT of action happening tonight! We haven't even touched on the fact Xavier Reid takes on Nightcall in a rematch from Tokyo, or the fact that the FX and HBO Broadcast Champions collide when Tyler Bradford faces Samantha Hamilton, the hoss fight that is Antoni Malietoa taking on David Miller, the war between Darius and Gabi Vee continuing, or even the opening contest that sees Ruby Clifton and Callie Clark face off for a shot at the FX Broadcast Championship at the Rumble!
Aiello: It's a lot to take in, so strap yourselves in folks cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride! When we come back, we find out who goes after Tyler Bradford at the Rumble for the FX Broadcast Championship!
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The image jumps backstage as we see the smiling face of Bob Murray.
Murray: With so many matches having deciding factors in tonight’s show, I would like to take thi-
Bob is cut off as Gabrielle Visconty steps into the shot, snatches the mic from Bob’s hand and shoves him out of the shot. Gabi steps in a little too close to the camera as she raises the mic, her eyes painted all black with two red gemstone tears.
Visconty: Darius! You might think that destroying my parents' grave might have gotten into my head… Maybe you think that I’ll come out and flip my lid and try to take your head off! Guess what? You’re right! Darius, you’ve gone and screwed the proverbial pooch, and I am not talking about Elissa right now. When that bell sounds for our match, I am going to beat you even more stupid than you already are! You already had me focused on this match… when you destroyed my parents' graves, you pushed it too far! You’ve gone and made this personal on a level that you can’t fathom, and for that, I am going to pin you in the middle of the ring - AGAIN! And when you are sitting in the back crying to Elissa about ‘What happened? Why didn’t she stay down? How did I lose to Gabi AGAIN?!’, I want you to remember that YOU did this to yourself! You went and opened Pandora’s box and Gabi Vee spilled out to put that final nail in your already dying career!
Murray walks back into the shot and stands there like he is thinking if he should try to get the mic back or let Gabi vent.
Visconty: You wanted the dark and angry version of Gabi Vee - You got it! You wanted me to help give you a goal - You got it! Your goal for tonight is to be able to walk out of the ring after I end this little feud once and for all!
Murray inches a bit closer to Gabi, lifting his hand towards the mic as he nears her. Gabi looks back at him just as he is about to reach the mic. He smiles nervously and steps back. Gabi turns her attention back to the camera.
Visconty: Maybe Connors forgot about the amount of damages and fines that have been laid out in our past clashes… Maybe he just thought it would be funny to put a declining Darius, a man he put so much faith into that he let you lead the Brawl team at Parabellum 2020, up against one of the only wrestlers to beat the current Undisputed Champion this year .Darius, you might have seen this as a chance to get back at me… You might have even thought that the little stunt at my parent’s grave would help bring your career out of the gutter. All you’ve done is set yourself up for one agonizing defeat! Our match can’t get here soon enough. You better hope I don’t run into you backstage or we will have a repeat of Brawl 553, when we had our match scratched due to your stupidity and ended up destroying the backstage area and a couple cars in the parking lot!
Gabi turns and tosses the mic back to Murray, who fumbles with it a couple seconds before getting it under control before she walks out of the shot. Murray nervously looks to the camera.
Murray: Uh…
The image cuts and jumps back to ringside.
FOR A SHOT AT BROADCAST GOLD!
[SINGLES MATCH - WINNER GETS SHOT AT FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP AT EWC RUMBLE XVIII]
Ruby Clifton
VS Callie Clark
VS Callie Clark
We return to ringside where we find Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett sitting behind the announcers table, looking a bit stunned by what Gabi has just said.
Aiello: What a statement from Gabi Vee as she faces Darius later tonight! Before we get there however, we start off tonight with Ruby Clifton going up against Callie Clark for a shot at the FX Championship at the EWC Rumble XVIII!
Bennett: The stakes don’t get much higher for these two ladies, Joe.
Aiello: I couldn’t agree with you more. Ms. Stroup is in the ring as we kick off Monday Night Brawl!
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall, with the winner getting a shot at the FX ROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP at the EWC RUMBLE XVIII! Joining us first, from Philadelphia, PA, weighing in at 122 pounds ... RUBY CLIFTON!
Light purple lights begin to flicker through the arena as "Don't" by Ed Sheeran begins to blare over the speakers as Ruby Clifton steps out from behind the curtain with Black Velvet right beside her. The crowd isn't thrilled to see her as Ruby is grinning from ear to ear. She and Black Velvet walk down the ramp. Ruby slides into the ring and leans in one of the corners.
Stroup: And her opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 115 pounds ... 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 showing off her (insert cosplay here) 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 goes to her corner as the music cuts.
DING DING DING
Before the bell can even stop ringing, both women charge in and lock up. After a few seconds Ruby slips to the side and dumps Callie with a hip toss. Callie looks pissed as she goes to roll back up to her feet, but catches a running knee from Ruby that sends her onto her back in the middle of the ring. Ruby grabs Callie by the hair and yanks her back up to her feet violently. Callie rakes Ruby’s eyes and then drives a headbutt right into the bridge of Ruby’s nose - exploding it like a ripe tomato! Ruby staggers back a few steps and notices the blood draining out of her busted nose.
She smiles as she looks up to Callie with rage in her eyes. Callie laughs as she points at Ruby’s busted nose. Ruby charges in and the two women start exchanging blows in the center of the ring. Finally, Callie ducks Ruby’s wild overhand left, slipping in behind to land a belly-to-back suplex! Callie hangs on, bridging for the pin attempt!
1... Ruby lifts a shoulder to end the count!
Aiello: Close call here, but Ruby just manages to stay in this!
Bennett: That suplex did a bit of damage though, can Ruby overcome it?
Both women scramble to get to their feet. Callie lashes out with a spinning back fist as she gets to her feet, nearly landing the shot but Ruby manages to block it, countering it with an elbow smash to the side of Callie’s head. Callie staggers to the ropes and drops to one knee. Ruby dashes in and drop kicks Callie out between the ropes. Callie flips out of the ring like a rag doll, landing poorly on her back on the arena floor… Right in front of Black Velvet!
Ruby catches the ref's attention, pointing at her bloody nose. As the ref takes a second to check out the busted nose, Black Velvet stomps on Callie’s head repeatedly. Tori comes flying around the corner and spears Black Velvet off of Callie, sending both bodyguards crashing into the steel steps. The ref hears the commotion and looks back out of the ring as Callie is using the ring apron to get back to her feet. A little blood is now starting to run down the back of Callie’s head as she runs her fingers through her hair.
Callie looks pissed as she notices the blood on her fingers and just manages to see Ruby attempting a baseball slide out of the ring. Callie side-steps and swats Ruby’s leg straight up in the air as she slides out of the ring, causing her to land solidly on the back of her head. Callie kicks Ruby in the head before slipping back into the ring.
Aiello: Wow! What a nasty kick by Callie!
Bennett: Doing whatever she needs to in order to win, Joe!
Ruby gets up slowly as Callie backs into the center of the ring and motions for Ruby to get back in the ring. Callie points at Ruby’s nose and rubs her eyes like she is crying before laughing. Ruby slides carefully back into the ring. Callie charges in and Ruby ducks under an elbow as Callie bounces off the ropes, catching Ruby with a V Trigger that she calls Excelsior! Callie quickly hooks Ruby’s leg for the pin! The ref slides in for the count as Callie uses the ropes to add pressure on the pin.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall! And headed to the EWC RUMBLE XVIII for a shot at the FX Championship - CALLIE CLARK!!!
Callie stands up and raises both hands high in the air as she celebrates her victory. Ruby rolls out of the ring and Black Velvet helps her stand. Tori slips into the ring and high fives Callie and the two turn to laugh and at Ruby and Black Velvet.
Aiello: WOW! What a way to start off the night! Both of these wrestlers really went all out for the shot at the FX title.
Bennett: No matter what you say about Callie Clark, she showed she is just ruthless enough to possibly pull off the win against Tyler Bradford and win the FX Championship at the Rumble!
Aiello: It'll be interesting to see how that goes, for sure! Folks, up next we have a hard-hitting affair on our hands as Antoni Malietoa takes on the CW Broadcast Champion David Miller in non-title action!
Before we get to that however, it seems there is a commotion in the parking lot...
The crowd in Amsterdam are cheering for Brawl as the X-Tron flashes into life and shows the parking lot outside the Ziggo Dome. The headlights and revving engine of an approaching car can be seen and the camera focuses on it as it screeches to a stop outside the arena’s entrance. Some fans begin to boo as they recognise the Lexus LC 500 h in Nightfall Mica. The rest of the fans join in the boos as the license plate “5C0RP10” comes into view soon followed by a Louboutin boot emerging from the driver’s door. Scorpio stares up at the arena before Crème joins him.
Scorpio: Welcome back Crème…
Crème: They couldn’t keep us away long, could they?
Scorpio’s ruby red lips twist into a smirk before he and Crème strut towards the home of Monday Night Brawl for the night. The fans continue to boo and a chant of “YOU’RE STILL FIRED!” erupts. As Scorpio reaches the main entrance of the arena six security guards step forward to block his access. The Showtime Broadcast Champion sneers…
Scorpio: I don’t know what EWC you fuckers have been watching but I’ve been granted full access to every EWC show until the Rumble… so y’know…
He gestures for them to move, which the middle two do, to let Jim Connors in! The Brawl GM gets a pop and Scorpio rolls his eyes coming face to face with one of the EWC powers that be.
Scorpio: Cute little power play James but this one’s gone above your head. Now piss off out my way.
Connors: Hello again… ‘Prime Minister’ is it now?
Scorpio sighs as Connors smiles warmly.
Connors: It’s been almost a year since Monday Night Brawl hosted the S-Factor, how refreshing. Now you’re quite right you’re allowed on the show, but you will not be getting anywhere near Ace King’s match tonight. These fine gentlemen will be keeping you company until the final bell rings on our tag match tonight.
The S-Factor looks visibly furious as the security guards begin to form a box around him ready to escort him to a locker room. He shakes his head at Crème who steps back from the security guards and side-eyes Connors.
Connors: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl Scorpio. If there’s anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable please don’t hesitate to ask.
He waves sarcastically as Scorpio is escorted down the corridor and the fans cheer loudly. Crème is left at the entrance looking frustrated as we go to commercial break…
INTERBRAND INSANITY: A HARD-HITTING AFFAIR AWAITS!
[SINGLES MATCH - NON-TITLE]
Antoni Malietoa
VS David Miller
VS David Miller
We return to ringside where Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett sit in anxious anticipation for the coming match. The fans behind them try to lean in and crowd the camera, but Bennett turns and barks at them, scaring a couple of the smaller kids, but the older ones just cheer him. Bennett flashes a couple of middle fingers but can’t help his smiling.
Aiello: Welcome back to ringside everyone! If you’re just managing to join us, fear not, because you are just in time for what promises to be an absolute war! That’s a word that gets thrown around a lot in this business, but when you’re talking about watching David Miller and Antoni Malietoa go toe to toe, I certainly can’t think of a better one!
Bennett: You got that right! Neither of these guys are known for bein’ pretty ‘bout what they do, but hell, when you’re as tough as these two bastards, ya’ ain’t gotta’ be! This won’t be nothin’ but a damned brawl, start to finish, and you’d better believe I’m here for it! So let’s stop yakkin’ and get to the good stuff already!
The camera switches to show Jessica Stroup at the center of the ring, ready with microphone in hand.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Long Beach, California. Weighing two hundred, thirty-five pounds. Representing Paramount Wrestling. The CW Broadcast Champion ... DAVID ... MILLER!
As the aggressive cadence of Damnation Plan's “Judgement Day” rips through the speakers, the lights shift to rapid strobes as David Miller marches out from behind the curtain, head bowed, and fists clenched. A sudden twist cracks the bones in his neck as he starts down towards the ring, paying no attention to the mixed reaction of the crowd. Reaching the floor, he climbs the ring steps and ducks between the ropes, silently pacing the inside of the ring while peeling off his jacket. Tossing it aside he moves to his corner and turns, locking his eyes on the stage as he awaits the bell.
Bennett: Bit of a rub in our boy’s face, having his title called like that. I ain’t mad at it, but I ain’t Antoni Malietoa!
Aiello: Non-title competition here tonight, folks. Miller’s title is not on the line in this match. This all comes down to nothing but respect. I have to agree with you though, Steve. Miller’s a guest here under the red banner, but it’s not stopping him from taking a couple cheap shots early on. Knowing how proud Malietoa is, I doubt it’ll go unanswered.
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.
Stroup: Making his way to the ring From Apia, Samoa by way of Auckland, New Zealand weighing in at 254lbs......He is The Great Warrior.........ANTONI......MALI-E-TOA!
As the fog clears, Antoni takes a step forward as he psyches himself up with a yell. 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. A smirk crosses the Samoan’s lips as he points at David, the camera catching him mouthing the words “You want to go there?”, pantomiming a belt around his waist. Miller just smiles back, casually shrugging his shoulders.
Bennett: Looks like you were right, Joey! Big boy’s lookin’ a touch rankled over Miller flexin’ on him.
Aiello: We hear about the gauntlet being drawn in most cases. But Miller just used it to slap Malietoa in the face, and the Great Warrior doesn’t look very happy about it. Straps yourselves in, folks, because this is going to get rough!
DING DING DING
Miller and Malietoa collide like freight trains in the middle of the ring, both men unloading with a flurry of punches and forearms. At the size disadvantage, Miller is picking his shots, falling back in his amateur boxing by driving solid fists into Antoni’s ribs and kidneys, looking for an advantage, but Malietoa is just tanking the shots, driving forearms and elbows into the side of Miller’s skull, slowly backing him into the corner. Ducking low, Antoni drives his shoulder into Miller’s gut. Then a second time.
Miller tries to answer with a knee lift, but Antoni slaps the leg away and buries another forearm into Miller’s temple. Whipping Miller across to the far corner, Malietoa follows in with a crushing clothesline against the buckles. He tries to biel Miller out to the center of the ring, but Miller stomps at the front of Antoni’s knee, then runs him shoulder first into the post. Getting in behind, he tries to throw Malietoa over with a German suplex, but Antoni grabs the ropes. Driving an elbow back into Miller’s jaw, he turns and powers him down with a short-range lariat. Before Miller can recover, Antoni drops multiple elbows into his chest, then pulls him back to his feet. Whipping Miller to the ropes, Antoni scoops him up and snaps him over with a thunderous powerslam.
ONE!
TW-NO!
Miller kicks loose.
Aiello: Wow, Miller managing to kick out after that powerslam!
Bennett: It's a war of attrition, Joe, and it's only just begun!
Undeterred, Malietoa pulls Miller to his feet and scoop slams him in the center of the ring. Backing into the corner, he hoists himself to the second rope, then steps onto the top. With incredible balance, the Great Warrior tight walks out to the center of the rope before sailing off with the Spirit of the Warrior! But Miller rolls out to the apron. Antoni hits hard and clutches his arm, but it doesn’t stop him from getting to his feet. Seeing Miller on the apron, he charges and dives THROUGH the ropes, spearing Miller off the apron and down onto the floor!
Both man slam down onto the mats, but Miller is clearly the worse for wear. Getting to his feet, Malietoa roars to the crowd, who answer him in kind. Pulling Miller to his feet, Antoni nails him with a forearm, but Miller answers with a stiff hook to the jaw, then a dropkick to the chest, knocking him back against the guardrail. Getting to his feet, Miller locks Antoni up for a Russian leg sweep, again bouncing him off the barricade. Malietoa clutches the back of his head while Miller gets to his feet.
Hearing Daniels at the six count, he rolls under the ropes to stop it, then back out to the floor. As Antoni gets to his feet, Miller hooks his head and looks for a snap suplex into the apron, but Malietoa shoulder rams him back into the edge. Miller cries out in pain, before Malietoa locks him up and tosses him over with a belly to belly.
Aiello: What a suplex by the Warrior on the outside!
Bennett: Antoni not afraid to take this war wherever he feels like!
As Daniels hits the five count, Malietoa rolls in to break it, then drops back down to the floor again, stalking Miller as he uses the steps to get to his feet. Grabbing the back of the champ’s head, Antoni bounces it off the apron, then scoops Miller up onto his shoulder, looking for a running powerslam on the mats. Sliding down off his back, Miller turns it into a running bulldog on the floor!
Getting to a knee, he drags Malietoa to his feet and rolls him back into the ring, sliding it behind. Dragging Antoni to his feet, Miller spins him around and slices a chop across his chest. The eyes of the Great Warrior go wide, but he refuses to cry out. Anger fleshes in Miller’s stare as he chops him again, and again. Malietoa staggers under the pain, but never makes a sound.
Out of rage, Miller looks for a wild punch, but Antoni blocks it and drops Miller with the Malosi! Only now does he take a second to catch his breath, clutching at his raw, bleeding chest. Seeing the stain on his fingertips, Antoni laughs, and nods his approval. Pulling Miller to his feet, he locks in the pumphandle before flipping Miller around into the Resurrection! Malietoa hooks the far leg.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Miller lurches loose.
Aiello: Close one by Malietoa, but Miller still has plenty of fight in him.
Bennett: You gotta believe the physical wear is only matched by the mental side of it!
Sitting up, Malietoa sweeps a hand through his hair and nods in acceptance. Getting to his feet, he dops a knee across Miller’s chest, then pulls the other warrior to his feet. Miller tries to bring a knee up into Antoni’s gut, but the big Samoan doesn’t react, answering with a Samoan headbutt! Dazed, Miller staggers, but snaps forward with a headbutt of his own!
Antoni actually rocks back, more surprised than hurt, but it gives Miller room to get behind him and lock in the None-Percenter! Antoni struggles, using his size and broad shoulders to his advantage, but Miller, like a pit-bull, refuses to quit and eventually manages to lock his fingers! Antoni screams as the full nelson sinks in!
Aiello: Miller with the None-Percenter!
Bennett: This could be a turning point for the CW Champ!
Malietoa is too big for Miller to swing around, so he focuses on forcing the man’s head forward, trying to power him down to a knee, but Antoni continues to fight. Both men’s muscles bulge from the strain, but Malietoa seems to be breaking loose! Through sheer strength, he manages to break Miller’s grip! He breaks out of the None-Percenter! A massive ovation rips through the crowd as Malietoa forces Miller’s hands apart and throws his head back with a reverse headbutt! Turning fast, he scoops Miller up onto his shoulders and spins him down into the Samoan Dynasty!
Aiello: Wow, look at the impact!
Bennett: Antoni finally out of that hold, but it took a hell of a lot out of him!
Both men lie motionless on the mat. Miller is motionless, breathing heavy, while Malietoa clutches both his neck and shoulder, struggling to get feeling back into both areas. Eventually, it’s the Great Warrior who rises first, rolling over and draping an arm across Miller.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
Miller JUST kicks out! Barely alive!
Aiello: What must Antoni do to put Miller away at this point!?
Bennett: Good lord, what a fight this has been!
Rolling to the ropes, Miller goes prone, lacking the strength to push to his knees. Daniels checks on Antoni, ready to start counting both men down, but the Great Warrior finally rises to his feet. Slick with sweat, his hair clings to his face, highlighting the intense look in his eyes as he stalks Miller, who begins using the corner to drag himself up. The big Samoan drills a forearm into the small of Miller’s back, then slams his head into the top turnbuckle.
Ducking low, Malietoa heaves Miller up onto the second rope, and positions himself for a Mountain Bomb, but Miller kicks him in the back of the head and drops to the mat. Grabbing him from behind, Miller tries to hit a Hard Goodbye into the corner, but Antoni drops to a knee. Miller immediately surges forward with a violent knee lift, snapping Malietoa’s head back and splitting his lip! Collapsing into the ropes, Miller slumps to a knee, clearly running on absolute fumes.
As Antoni begins to sit up, Miller screams in frustration, and forces himself back to his feet. Stumbling over to where Malietoa is rising, Miller tries to force the big man’s head between his legs. Antoni tries to drop to a knee in defense, but Miller, through sheer will, somehow deadlifts the big Samoan up onto his shoulder, before more collapsing than dropping into the Tragic Truth! Malietoa goes limp. Lifeless. Allowing Miller time to seemingly pass out on atop him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall…DAVID MILLER!
Rolling to his back, Miller stares up at the lights, almost glassed over, before finally blinking out of his daze. Sapped. Drained. Both men do all they can just to roll onto their sides, each staring at the other, before breaking into face-splitting grins. Miller nods his respect first, with Antoni returning the gesture. Both men reach out to clasp the back of each other’s head and touch foreheads in the way of brother-warriors.
Aiello: What an unbelievable back and forth brawl this turned out to be, folks! Both men really laying it all in, but the CW Broadcast Champion has made Paramount proud after beating Antoni Malietoa tonight!
Bennett: These two are really leaving it all in the ring, and I gotta respect the hell out of that!
Aiello: Folks, when we come back we have plenty more action ahead as the FX and HBO Broadcast Champions collide!
Antoni raises Miller's arm as a big sign of respect as we go to commercial break...
We open up backstage, where Bob Murray is standing outside The Love Club locker room. He’s about to knock when a voice comes from the other side of the door.
Love: Get your worthless ass in here Bob, we have a lot to cover and little time to do so
Murray walks in, albeit with a slightly nervous chuckle.
Murray: You’re not becoming psychic or something, are you?
Love: No you idiot, your lazy ass is always cutting it close to our matches, you wait till the last damn second to come a knocking and then try to rush through the interviews...I swear to God they need to call up Jenna and replace your no talent ass...and speaking of no talented asses...
Tommy looks into the camera and smirks.
Love: Eddie Dozier and Tyler Bradford, Sam showed me your promo where you eluded that you wanted in The Love Club and you know? I might have considered it …. If you hadn’t been the one to go against your own advice and say something stupid.
He gestures between Xavier and Sam.
Love: You think neither of them are real clients? Who the hell do you two think you are trying to make that kind of claim, hmm? What, you think because you beat Senshi of the Blade and The Young Lions that I would be impressed, that those wins would be enough to grab my attention and want to bring the two of you in? What Tyler, you think beating Nightcall was some HUGE win, Samantha beat him months ago and tonight Xavier will go out there and wipe the floor with him, sure you have a couple of nice wins as a team and separately but…
Tommy shakes his head from side to side.
Love: Neither of you are stars like Xavier and Samantha are. And now that you’ve decided to insult one of my clients … no. I have no obligation to extend either of you an invitation to The Love Club...
Sam shakes her head, chuckling and smirking.
Hamilton: That’s exactly why I know I’m more observant to him. I had to point it out in my own promo that he failed to notice I’m the one who not only beat Nightcall first, but lit a fire under his ass and made him work up the ranks of Brawl. Not that it lasted the longest, but still the domino effect regarding Nightcall? Started with me… something he failed to see or acknowledge.
Reid: That’s because he’s too arrogant and self-centered to understand that not everything starts and ends with him, clearly he thinks highly of himself, I mean the idiot wants Tommy to ditch us...us, the reigning International Champion, the reigning HBO Broadcast Champion for them and why, because you’re the FX Broadcast Champion...don’t you understand that championship hasn’t meant dick since Bosa had it?
Hamilton: And now that you’ve openly admitted you don’t like or want it, it means even less. You also have no shame … but just as bad as hearing that …
Sam raises an eyebrow.
Hamilton: You really think I believe Brawl is a place for ‘easy wins’? Seriously? For all the research you did do, you failed to find that answer, because I’ve said it time and time again. I started crossing over because Brawl started off hosting more X-Division fights. It’s only just starting to even out now, but I came to face the best of each fucking brand. I have a huge list of people I have yet to face in singles fights but want to. I’ll give you a free name …
Sam pauses for dramatic effect before revealing her answer.
Hamilton: Stitches. I know he’s a crazy, sadistic motherfucker, but that’s exactly why I wanna test myself against him. And now even more so that he’s come over to Brawl, you damn well better believe that’s what I’m working for. To prove I do deserve to face him and other equally tough people. But no, I don’t believe in easy fights. Ever. At worst, ones where I’m really confident, but that doesn’t equal easy … you stupid fuck face.
Reid: Now I know my name came out of Bradford’s mouth but I don’t have time for a needy attention seeking asshole, I have a chance tonight to eliminate a ‘contender’ for my championship and I know well enough to see when someone’s pissed off Samantha...so IF there is anything left of you afterwards...I’ll deal with you then but she has that look in her eyes Tyler, so best wishes and good luck in physical therapy...
Love: I can’t believe we had to address this but what can I say, kids say the stupidest shit these days, I have two of the BEST clients in the business and I’m not a stupid man, you don’t pass up eating chicken salad to eat chicken shit!!!
With that the Ravagers and their Memphis Mouthpiece storm off, as we cut back to ringside …
INTERBRAND INSANITY: THE OLD BRAWL VS RAMPAGE WAR WAGES ON!
[SINGLES MATCH - NON-TITLE]
Tyler Bradford
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
Back at ringside, we are getting ready for some Champion versus Champion action!
Aiello: Here we go folks! Tyler Bradford won the FX Broadcast Championship at Night of Champions, and has shown so much disrespect to the title that the Titaness is stepping up to make a statement at his expense!
Bennett: Much as I respect the HBO Broadcast Champion, I think she needs to chill and mind her own business...still, this is is gonna be a hell of a fight!
Stroup: The following match is a non-title match and it is scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida ... she is the HBO Broadcast Champion ... SAMANTHA "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. Upon closer inspection, we also see the HBO Broadcast Championship draped over Samantha's right shoulder.
A sense of determination and resolve can be found in her eyes. Despite wearing a more stern and serious expression, she doesn't ignore any fans. Despite the fans cheering loudly for her, Titaness keeps her gaze on the ring.
When she finally gets to the ropes, the Titaness slips through the middle and top ropes, waiting patiently for Tyler Bradford.
Stroup: And her opponent, from Miami Beach, Florida, weighing in at 223 pounds and being accompanied by Eddie Dozier ... he is the FX Broadcast Champion ... TYLER BRADFORD!
"Iconic" by Jaxon Gamble plays. The crowd immediately begins to boo. Tyler Bradford steps out from the back and stands at the top of the stage. Eddie Dozier follows behind, well-dressed in a navy blue suit. Dozier has the FX Broadcast Championship slung comfortably over his shoulder as if he were the actual Champion. Bradford and Dozier slowly make their way down the ramp, talking trash to all of the fans before they finally arrive at ringside. Bradford climbs up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms into the air. The crowd boos loudly and he just smirks smugly. Dozier lifts the FX Broadcast Championship high into the air from the floor below Bradford. Bradford descends the turnbuckle and stands waiting for the match to begin.
DING DING DING
Hamilton wastes no time. She takes a run right at Bradford. Bradford ducks his head through the ropes as she approaches and the referee steps in between the two of them. The crowd boos as Bradford asks for the referee to back Hamilton up. The referee does so and a visible irritation can be seen on Hamilton's face. Bradford slides back through into the ring and yells at Hamilton. She charges back at him and shoves him into the corner before he can retreat again. She drives a hard right elbow into his chin. She follows it up with one, two, three kicks right to his stomach. He drops to the mat, slumped in the corner. Hamilton reaches down and grabs his right foot. She drags him back towards the middle of the ring, then trying to flip him over to put him into an ankle lock. Eddie Dozier jumps up onto the ring apron and catches the attention of the referee. Bradford reaches up and drives a thumb right into Hamilton's eye! She lets go of Bradford and Dozier drops off of the apron. The crowd is going nuts booing Sabotage.
Bradford gets up to his feet and dusts himself off. He kicks Hamilton in the stomach and follows it up with a snap suplex. He floats over into a lazy cover.
ONE!
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Kickout easily by Hamilton. Bradford gets up to his knees and grabs her by the hair. He drives the back of her head into the mat and then gets to his feet. He stomps her in the chest, but she grabs his foot. Hamilton sweeps Bradford's other leg out from underneath him and it drops Bradford to the mat. Hamilton rolls over on top of Bradford and starts driving hard right fists into his face.
Aiello: Titaness really taking the fight to the champ here, Steve!
Bennett: It looks like she wants to beat the respect right outta him!
Hamilton gets up off of Bradford and brings him to his feet. She goes to lift him onto her shoulders for Zeus' Wrath, but Bradford slips off of her and shoves her hard into the referee. The referee drops to the mat hard! Eddie Dozier sees this as a window of opportunity and slips into the ring with the FX Broadcast Championship. He makes a run at Hamilton, looking to strike her with it! She ducks underneath it and Dozier misses. Frustrated Dozier turns around to make another run at her. Tommy Love grabs the FX Broadcast Championship from Dozier's hands and rips it away. Dozier turns his attention to Love, but Hamilton runs and shoves him through the ropes and to the outside.
Bradford grabs Hamilton and spins her around. DDT by Hamilton! She puts Bradford in The Fall of Man! Bradford is screaming like crazy. He makes a motion that might be him tapping out, but there is no referee! Tommy Love is trying to rouse the referee into consciousness. But Eddie Dozier grabs Bradford by the wrist and pulls him hard out of the ring! Hamilton comes with, and now everyone is outside the ring except for the referee!
Aiello: It's absolute chaos here, Steve!
Bennett: Eddie helping his Sabotage partner out, but look out!
Hamilton, "Orion", and Love all step toward Dozier, who high-tails it away from them with the FX Broadcast in-tow. The referee is finally up to his feet, completely oblivious to anything that just happened. He begins to count Hamilton and Bradford out. Hamilton turns her attention back over to Bradford. She grabs him by the head, but he pulls her by the tights and yanks her into the ring post. She smacks hard and hits the floor. Bradford grabs Hamilton and rolls her back into the ring. He slides in and covers Hamilton.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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KICKOUT!
Bradford slaps the mat in frustration. He backs up away from Hamilton as she begins to work her way up to her feet. Bradford sprints, looking for Shhhhh! She ducks out of the way. She gets up and hits Defying the Gods! Bradford stumbles to his feet. He is on dream street! Hamilton lifts him up ... Zeus' Wrath! She pins Bradford! But Eddie Dozier is back in the ring. The referee pushes him back into the corner and Hamilton gets off of Bradford. She runs over to yell at him and doesn't see Dozier underhand-toss the FX Broadcast Championship to Tyler Bradford! Bradford grabs it and gets up to his feet. Hamilton turns around straight into a metal-to-face shot from Bradford! He tosses the Championship to the outside of the ring. Dozier drops and rolls under the bottom rope. He runs at Love and "Orion" to keep them at bay as Bradford covers Hamilton!
ONE!
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TWO!!
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.
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall ... TYLER BRADFORD!
Bradford rolls out of the ring as Eddie Dozier pulls him in closely. The two celebrate as Dozier holds the FX Broadcast Championship high in the air. "Orion" and Tommy Love check on Hamilton inside of the ring as Sabotage cackles and makes their way back up the ramp.
Aiello: Good, close battle here between the Broadcast Champions, but Tyler Bradford comes out on top!
Bennett: Rightfully so, might I add! Hell of an effort by the Titaness tonight, though!
Aiello: While we're on the subject of the Xtreme Ravagers, the International Champion is in non-title action as Xavier Reid faces Nightcall up next!
But before we get to that ...
Moments after the previous match, the X-Tron lights up with a heartwarming message for Candy ahead of the main event later tonight...
Congratulations Candy on 100 EWC matches from your 3C family!
Here's to 100 more!
Here's to 100 more!
With that, we move to a commercial break.
WILL THE NIGHT CALL FOR A SHOT AT GOLD?
[SINGLES MATCH - NON-TITLE]
Nightcall
VS Xavier Reid
VS Xavier Reid
Back from commercial, we head straight to ringside for our next match!
Aiello: Welcome back to Monday Night Brawl folks! We have a big one up next here. Nightcall, the former FX Broadcast Champion, takes on the current International Champion Xavier Reid in a rematch from Brawl #567 in Tokyo, Japan where the Night Dude won in what many people called his most significant victory to date on Brawl!
Bennett: I’d have to agree, and if Nightcall can do it again here tonight then he all but guarantees himself a shot at the International Championship. Last time he was able to mitigate the Tommy Love factor, the question is… Can he do it again?
Stroup: The following contest is schedule for one fall! Introducing first, from Oceanside, California… He is “The Mad Lad”.... NIGHTCALL!!!
Nightcall dances out onto the ramp. He gives a few pelvic thrusts and hops around the runway, making a complete spectacle of himself before climbing the steel steps. He hands the title 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… 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... 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 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 official's face and reminds him who the champion is, but the official ignores him and walks away as Tommy laughs. Xavier jumps down and squats down in the corner waiting for the bell.
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings, Xavier Reid gets right into Nightcall’s face and starts jawing at the Mad Lad. We can’t quite make out what is being said, but Nightcall just stands there and takes it for a few seconds before he smirks and headbutts the International champion back a few steps. Reid is not fazed though and gets right back into his opponent's face! Reid is angry now as he starts talking even louder now, but the crowd is already so into this match they are drowning out what is being said.
Reid goes for a punch, Nightcall blocks and throws a punch of his own, but Reid blocks. Reid with a punch, blocked, Nightcall with a punch, blocked… this goes back and forth like this for about 5 seconds before Reid steps on Nightcalls foot, breaking his attention just long enough for Reid to get behind Nightcall and hits a quick standing reverse frankensteiner out of nowhere! The crowd is stunned as Reid gets back to his feet instantly and yells “I’M THE FUCKING CHAMPION!”
Aiello: Wow, a statement being made by the International champion here. He is NOT playing around tonight.
Bennett: Sometimes you have to remember who runs the damn yard Joe. On Monday Night Brawl, there are none better than the International Champion.
Aiello: Except perhaps the three Brawl roster members who have beaten him this season?
Bennett: Any given Monday Joe. It’s all about who wants it more right NOW.
Back in the ring, Reid is picking Nightcall up off of the mat, but Nightcall is able to break free and throw a chop at Reid, and then another, and another. Machine gun chops from Call now as he picks up speed, but Reid just takes it until he finds his opportunity and ducks one, heading to the ropes and charging at Nightcall, when the two collide, Xavier uses the momentum to to turn it into a Rainham Maker! Reid with the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout!
Nightcall with the shoulder up in time and Reid wastes no time picking the king of Gonzo and trying to transition him immediately into a piledriver position, but Nightcall is able to use his momentum to roll all the way up and land on Reid’s chest in full mount. Nightcall raining down punches now to the head of the International champion! The crowd is being the Night dude as he lays into Xavier Reid!
Aiello: Nightcall turning the tide here and the crowd is behind him here in Amsterdam!
After about a dozen fists to the face and head of Reid, Nightcall attempts to turn Reid over and while in transition grabs his left arms and forces it around his own throat. Nightcall locks in the Cobra Clutch!!! The crowd is electric as Reid starts to scramble, looking for any way to escape! Reid is able to maneuver to his back and then to his feet, his free arm allowing him to move somewhat. Once to his feet, he starts twisting and turning trying to get out, but Nightcall just locks it in tighter. Reid starts to lose steam, his actions getting more and more lethargic until he all but stops moving.
The ref checks on him and just before he turns to call for the bell Reid with a burst of energy grabs Nightcall by the head with his free arm… STUNNER! NigthCall’s jaw hits the head of the International champion and then his entire body goes flying backward. Reid is down to one knee as he grabs his throat, ensuring there is no permanent damage and he can breathe. Tommy Love is on the apron now, trying to check on his client, his signature Love stick tennis racket on apron.
The ref sees Tommy and immediately goes to confront him. Tommy is in the ref’s face as he kicks the Love Stick into the ring, next to Reid. Xavier looks at the Love Stick, then to Tommy, then to Nightcall. He hesitates just a second before he grabs the Love Stick and smashes it over the head of NightCall!
Aiello: Xavier Reid just hit Nightcall with his manager's Love Stick!
Bennett: And that is NOT what she said folks!!!
Reid gets rid of the evidence as the referee turns around, he sees Reid picking up Nightcall on his shoulders, Reid is going for his finishing move… XPLODE!!!! The One-Winged Angel connects and Reid holds on for the cover…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stoup: Here is your winner, via pinfall… XAVIER REID!!!
Aiello: Well folks, you don’t have to like how he did it, but Reid gets the win in impressive fashion here tonight.
Bennett: The way he handled being in that cobra clutch really shows you the experience that Reid has. Only a veteran would have the savy to get out of that!
Aiello: And it doesn't look like the champion is done, Steve!
After a hard-fought battle, Xavier Reid demands a microphone from a stage hand outside the ring. Tommy Love is quick to grab the International Championship from the ring bell assistant and the microphone from the stage hand. He hands them off, title first, and Reid stands proudly with the title belt over his left shoulder.
Reid: There you go, REDEMPTION!!! That man gloated for months about beating me, talked about it week after week...month after month...he couldn’t go a day without saying my name and reminding people that he beat me so...if he ever speaks again I better hear about THIS NIGHT!!!
The fans boo as Xavier starts walking around the ring, pointing to Nightcall who is being attended to by officials.
Reid: I’ve been in a fog, walking around here in a daze since I lost to this man, I didn’t hide the fact how much this match meant to me...how much I needed this win, to right the ship, to prove that Nightcall wasn’t a contender to this…
Xavier slaps the gold face of the International Championship belt as Nightcall is helped out of the ring and up the ramp.
Reid: And to take my rightful place as the face of Brawl, because tonight I made it clear, Nightcall is not worthy of sharing the ring with me and he’s sure as hell not worthy of challenging for this championship...in fact I’m starting to wonder if anyone is...because let’s be honest here...
But before he can finish and we can hear his music again, the X-Tron cuts on with General Manager Jim Connors clapping. Reid looks up with a grimace. You can barely hear Tommy Love shouting something after he rolls into the ring and stands next to Xavier.
Connors: Well, Xavier, you did it. You swatted away a potential challenger, and no one can touch you, right? Wrong.
Jim pauses for a moment, letting what he said settle in. Reid and Love don't like where this is going. Tommy yells as he grabs for Xavier's microphone, but the International Champion keeps him an arm's length away.
Reid: Let’s cut the shit Jim, I’m not one for the tease, you have someone in mind that you want or believe that’s worthy of a shot at this...well spit out his or her name and let’s stop the charade...
Love gives up on grabbing the microphone, but he doesn't stop talking to Reid as Jim speaks up.
Connors: Funny you should say that, Reid. See, while I was away it seems the red brand had to deal with some issues, namely folks not being able to step up to the mighty Xavier Reid for the International Championship, for one reason or another. Thing is, I happen to know for a FACT that there was a man who beat you in that very ring, back in May. A man who has sat at the number one spot in the rankings since, a man who finally gets his rightful shot at that championship, and to shut you up once and for all, next month when Brawl heads to lovely Madrid...
Fans erupt in jubilation as the camera on Jim pans backward to show King Flip standing next to him. The King cups his ear, riling up those in attendance to get a little louder. Love hasn't shut up the entire time. Reid, on the other hand, just stares stoically at the Tron.
Reid: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me...HIM, this is who you and Brawl feel is worthy of a shot at YOUR International Champion, you are really digging at the bottom of the barrel aren’t you Jim or does he have Polaroids of you with Cyrus’s old lady Dolores? And people wonder why Brawl has fallen behind the other Brands, fine...you want to hand Flip this match so be it...I’ll see BOTH you idiots in Madrid, Spain at Brawl #575 and I’ll end him just like I ended Nightcall...
Reid smirks and flips the microphone into the air, having not taken his eyes off the X-Tron and King Flip. King Flip takes it all in and looks like he's going to say something. Then he just smiles, pats Connors on the shoulder, and walks out of view of the camera. The X-Tron cuts off and Reid's music comes back on. Reid exits the ring with his manager and the two make their way backstage as we go to commercial...
OLD FOES COLLIDE FOR RANKINGS MOMENTUM!
[SINGLES MATCH]
Gabrielle Visconty
VS Darius
VS Darius
We are back from commercial and once again back at ringside for what could be a violent affair!
Aiello: Up next we have a heated rivalry resuming once more, but with rankings momentum on the line to top it off!
Bennett: These two have been at it a lot on the red brand, but if Darius can win this he can line himself up in the title picture!
As soon as "Burn It Down" begins to play, flames erupt from the stage below and circle the stage. After a few moments, Darius rises above the flames ...
Stroup: Making his way to the ring, from Albany, New York, weighing in at 265 lbs ... He is the "E of the EWC" ... DARIUS!
Darius hypes himself up, throwing devil horns to the sky for a moment as fireworks go off in a spiral behind him. Darius then runs through the flames and slides into the ring, looking around the arena before jumping up to his feet. He tosses his sunglasses to the side of the ring, then throws his trench coat off to the side before leaping onto one of the turnbuckles, posing with devil horns once again as he waits for the match to begin.
Aiello: Darius looks like he's gone to a much darker place tonight, Steve!
Bennett: He's ready to do whatever it takes to win tonight!
The lights in the arena dim as a single spot light shines down on the entrance. Halestorm's "I Am The Fire" begins to play as the Mac-Tron lights up to display G A B I V E E ! ! ! before the lyrics to “I Am The Fire” begin to scroll across it.
Am I brave enough?
Am I strong enough?
To follow the desire
That burns from within
To push away my fear
To stand where I'm afraid
I am through with this
'Cause I am more than this
Am I strong enough?
To follow the desire
That burns from within
To push away my fear
To stand where I'm afraid
I am through with this
'Cause I am more than this
Gabrielle Visconty walks out of the back and stops at the top of the ramp. Her blue eyes scan over the area as the fans welcome Gabi Vee with cheers. A huge grin spreads across her face as she walks down the ramp and towards the ring. The lyrics continue to follow along on the Mac-Tron.
Cuz I am more than this
I promise to myself
Alone and no one else
My flame is rising higher
I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I've been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter
I am the fire
I promise to myself
Alone and no one else
My flame is rising higher
I am the fire
I am burning brighter
Roaring like a storm
And I am the one I've been waiting for
Screaming like a siren
Alive and burning brighter
I am the fire
Gabi slaps hands and interacts with the crowd before she hops up nimbly onto the edge of the ring to smile out at the crowd once more. Gabi turns and springboard herself gracefully into the ring, then ventures over to her corner.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Honolulu, Hawaii … GABRIELLE VISCONTY!
Aiello: Oh boy, Darius isn't letting this go on too much longer!
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell rings, Darius charges at Gabi and attempts to take her down with a Hunter’s Mark early on, but Gabi leap frogs over Darius, making him run into a turnbuckle face first! Darius quickly recovers and turns to face Gabi, but she comes flying at him in the corner, handspringing her way there before driving her elbow into Darius’ jaw in the corner! Gabi then leaps up onto the second rope, springboards onto Darius, grabs him by the head, and plants him down to the mat with a bulldog! Gabi wastes no time and goes for an early win!
ON- NO! Darius throws Gabi off of him before the referee’s hand touches the mat! Gabi quickly kips up, spins on her heels, and goes in to kick Darius’ head off as he sits up, but he catches her by the foot! Darius stands to his feet while Gabi hops on one foot, but then she leaps up and catches him with an enziguri to the side of the head, making him stumble back into the ropes!
Gabi rushes Darius, clocking him with a European uppercut against the ropes, then attempts to Irish whip him to the opposite side, but Darius turns the tide and whips Gabi instead, but she uses the momentum to leap onto the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault … but Darius pulls the referee in front of him, making Gabi crash down onto the referee instead!
Aiello: Things have quickly spiraled out of control tonight!
Bennett: Darius looks like he's ready to make good on some promises tonight!
Gabi puts her hands onto her head, looking to the referee with concern as he lays on the mat unconscious, but Darius gives her no time to grieve as he grabs her by the hips from behind and plants her with a German suplex! Darius then grabs Gabi by the hair with both hands and drags her to the bottom rope, draping her neck over the rope, then places his boot onto the back of her neck, using the force to choke her with the rope! Gabi claws at Darius’ boot, but then he stomps down onto her back, then kicks her to the outside!
Darius rolls to the outside and removes one of the stairs, revealing a staple gun and a small leather bag! He then looks to the announcer’s desk, screams at them to move, then removes the top from it and clears it of any paperwork, monitors, or other debris. Darius then grabs the bag, opens it up with a sick grin, and pours it onto the desk, revealing shards of broken glass!
Darius turns to grab Gabi, but she has managed to get the staple gun! She slams it against Darius’ forehead and staples his flesh six times! Darius stumbles back, clawing at his forehead, but then Gabi tosses the staple gun to the side, leaps up onto his shoulders, attempting to hit the Angelrana onto the table … but Darius spins her around and plants her with the Morrow Bomb onto the table, sending Gabi crashing through it as shards of glass flies everywhere!
Aiello: Oh my, this got REALLY ugly REALLY quick!
Bennett: Gimme more of this violence, you two! I craaaave it!
Darius gets back to his feet, blood running down his face as he lets out a fit of sadistic laughter. He looks down to Gabi as she lays on the ground, arching her back with pain as it shimmers with shards of glass. Darius then grabs her by the hair again, drags her over to the steps, then brings her head under his arm. Darius looks around the arena for a moment, then lifts Gabi up, attempting to hit the Gray Matter onto the steps, but Gabi manages to shift her weight just enough to fight off Darius’ attack!
Darius shoves Gabi back and attempts a quick boot to the head, but Gabi rolls out of the way, managing to pick the staple gun up again! Darius turns to face her, but she cracks the gun across his temple, and then staples his shoulder four times before hitting him with a staple gun assisted uppercut!
Darius falls back, but Gabi catches him and rolls him into the ring, then slides in after him. Darius starts to pull himself up with the ropes as Gabi stalks him from behind, fury raging behind her eyes as she waits for the moment to strike. As soon as Darius plants his feet, Gabi leaps onto the rope, springboards from it, then flies at Darius with a spinning heel kick, connecting with her patented move known as Wrath! Darius crashes down to the mat, then Gabi leaps onto him for the pin, but the referee is still trying to pull himself back into the ring!
Aiello: Can't get the win unless the ref is in position!
Bennett: Ya hate to see it, Joe!
Gabi screams at the referee to hurry up, which he eventually does, managing to get a count in slowly …
… ONE!
… TWO!
… THR- NO! Darius gets the shoulder up at the last second! Gabi looks on with frustration for a moment, but then she grabs Darius under the shoulders and drags him to a corner, propping him up against the turnbuckle before stomping down onto his face and chest a few times. She then runs to the opposite turnbuckle, leaps up onto the top, then stands tall for just a moment … before she launches herself forward with the coast to coast she calls the Soul Crusher …
But Darius then suddenly leaps forward, catching Gabi midair with the Hunter’s Mark, spearing her down to the mat with a sickening thud! Darius doesn’t go for the cover immediately though, he instead lets out a primal roar as he grabs Gabi by the head, lifts her up onto the top rope, then climbs to the top with her. Darius then brings her head under his arm, then flies off the top rope, planting Gabi onto the mat with a top rope Gray Matter, which he calls the Gray Splatter! Darius rolls her onto her back, hooks both legs, and goes for the win!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: Here is your winner via pinfall … DARIUS!
Darius gets to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes as he looks down at Gabi with a scowl … but then he leans down and starts to pick Gabi up slowly by draping her arm over his shoulder.
Aiello: What in the world!? These two continued their blood feud yet Darius is helping her up?!
Bennett: Maybe one of those staples hit his brain!
Gabi looks to Darius with her eyes glazed over and a confused look on her face, but then Darius suddenly hoists her up and chucks her over the top rope and down to the floor below!
Aiello: Well now that makes more sense.
Bennett: Aha! Darius is sending a message to the 39 other competitors in the Rumble! He’s in it to win it!
Aiello: It's been one wild night on the road to the Rumble, and up next we will see who advances in the Super 16 Tag Team Tournament as The Flip and Jack Connection take on Ace King and El Pablo!
Camera cuts to a video package promoting the RUMBLE before we go to commercial ...
INCHING EVER CLOSER TO TAG TEAM GLORY!
[TAG TEAM MATCH - SUPER 16 TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT BRAWL/RAMPAGE BRACKET FINALS]
The Flip & Jack Connection
VS Ace King & El Pablo
VS Ace King & El Pablo
We return to ringside where Joe and Steven are standing by on commentary!
Aiello: Welcome back, folks! The hype is REAL for the Rumble Down Under, and on top of a spectacular Rumble match we know that the Southern Express defend the EWC Tag Team Championship against Sabotage and determine who moves on to the finals of the Super 16 Tag Team Tournament in just a few weeks at the Uncensored special edition of Friday Night Rampage!
Bennett: Hell yeah Joe, I imagine it's gonna be one hell of a finals...but TONIGHT is all about who goes on to face the champs coming out of the Rumble! The Flip and Jack Connection have had a surprising run through this tournament, becoming closer as a tag team in the process...and so too has Ace King and El Pablo!
Stroup: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and it is the BRAWL and RAMPAGE Bracket Finals in the Super 16 Tag Team Tournament! Joining us first, representing Monday Night BRAWL, at a combined weight of 440 pounds they are the team of King Flip and Jack Severn ... THE FLIP AND JACK CONNECTION!
'Save My Soul' begins to play throughout the arena as Severn emerges from the curtain, the utmost confidence in his face. He begins clapping as King Flip slowly walks through the curtain and the fans begin to cheer. Severn, focused on getting ready for the match, quickly walks to the ring. Flip matches his cadence and slides into the ring as Severn makes his own way up the steps and through the ropes. Severn does his usual pose in the center of the ring, raising the Brawl flag up, and the crowd cheers as Flip does a team pose just behind of him. Severn angrily removes his jacket as the two discuss who will start the match.
Stroup: And their opponents, representing PARAMOUNT and Friday Night RAMPAGE, at a combined weight of 415 pounds they are the team of the Technicolor Tecnico and the EWC Undisputed Champion ... EL PABLO AND ACE KING!
'Guerrilla Radio' plays throughout the arena to a big pop as El Pablo and Ace King make their way out to the stage, playing to the crowd somewhat as they head toward the ring. Pablo slides in under the bottom rope, heading to the nearest turnbuckle to appeal to the fans as Ace steps in through the ropes himself. He climbs up an adjacent turnbuckle, raising his championship to the delight of the crowd as the pair turn their attention to Flip and Jack, before the ref calls for the bell to start this match!
DING DING DING
The bell rings and we start things off with Pablo and Severn, the latter of whom doing his best to keep the luchador grounded as he sends Pablo to the corner before stomping away at the midsection. The ref eventually intervenes as he starts counting, but Severn to his credit gets away at the count of three allowing for a fairly clean break.
This gives Pablo just the opening he needs as he unleashes a flurry of offense on the Heartless one, culminating in a headscissors takedown that drives Severn right into the canvas! Ace extends a hand to make the tag, but Pablo insists that he's got this handled...not realizing that Severn is already back on his feet!
An enraged Severn whammies Pablo with a big right hand, before sending him toward enemy territory with an Irish whip and tags Flip in! The two lay into the luchador with some hard double-team maneuvers, focusing on the legs in an effort to keep the high flyer down until Flip lands a nasty looking DDT! Cover by Flip, looking to put this away quickly!
ONE!
TW--
NO, PABLO KICKS OUT!
Aiello: Wow, El Pablo showing a lot of heart in the early goings here!
Bennett: The man is a former champion himself, but how long will he be able to withstand this punishment?
Flip immediately goes back to work on Pablo as he lifts the luchador up, mocking Ace before sending Pablo to the ropes and hitting a hard clothesline on the rebound! Pablo is having a rough night in Amsterdam as Flip keeps his attention on the leg, eventually locking in a single leg crab! Pablo is wincing in pain as he starts trying to crawl toward the ropes.
He reaches out as far as he can...and manages to JUST grab the bottom rope, forcing the hold to be broken! Flip lets go at the count of three, offering Pablo just enough room to get to his feet before wailing on him with forearms. He turns Pablo around, before locking in a chicken wing! He's got the hold in tight, wrenching the arm before looking to connect with a suplex!
But Pablo manages to slip out! ENZIGURI! Flip drops down, giving Pablo an opportunity to make the hot tag to Ace King as the crowd cheers! Severn runs into the ring, and chaos ensues as he collides with the champ in a big brawl! Ace sends Severn out of the ring, but the distraction gives Flip an opportunity to turn things around as he hits a German suplex on King! Flip looks to continue the attack, but Ace blocks another suplex attempt! OVERDRIVE BY THE CHAMP! Both men are down after that!
Aiello: Oh man, this just took a turn. Both men struggling to get back into it after that neckbreaker by Ace!
Bennett: All four of these men have been through hell to get to this point, and they're all ready to get that crucial victory to advance!
Pablo is chomping at the bit to get back into the action as Severn finally makes it back onto the apron. Flip and Ace are crawling to their respective corners, each King looking to send in reinforcements...and Flip is the first to do it, tagging in Severn! Jack immediately charges at Pablo, knocking him off the apron before focusing his attention on the Undisputed Champion.
Jack looks to make a big statement at the expense of the champ, going to work on his neck as he keeps Ace down to the canvas. Ace does his best to finally get to a vertical base, which ends up playing to Jack's favor as the Heartless one starts laying in some hard and heavy kicks to the champ. Severn looks to go for a knee to the head, but Ace ducks out of the way at the last minute!
Pablo comes running in to get some revenge on Severn, but the ref is forcing him back to the corner. This gives an opening to the Connection, as Flip comes in to help Severn double-team the champ with some hard strikes before sending him to the ropes! Flip catches Ace on the rebound with an open palm slap, and Severn catches him with a thumb to the eye! Flip rolls out of the ring as Severn rolls up the champ, and the ref is focused enough to make the count!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! PABLO FLIES IN FROM THE TOP, BREAKING THE PINFALL WITH A LEG DROP!
Chaos ensues once more as Flip runs in, and the Connection focus their attack on the luchador in retaliation. Severn grabs the Technicolor Tecnico by the mask before driving his knees into Pablo's face! CODEBREAKER BY SEVERN! FLIP FOLLOWS UP WITH A ROLLING THUNDER! C.H.C.!
Ace is back on his feet, though! FULL HOUSE TO FLIP, SENDING HIM OUT OF THE RING! The champ turns his attention to Severn...who drops Ace to a knee! JACK'S GOING FOR THE SILENCER--BUT ACE DODGES IT! The champ gets Severn up onto his shoulders for the torture rack...and drops him down to the canvas! BLACKJACK BOMB! Ace with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall, and advancing to the Super 16 Tag Team Tournament Finals... ACE KING AND EL PABLO!
The ref raises the arm of Ace as Pablo slides in to share in the celebration. Meanwhile, Flip slides in to check on Severn who is able to get to his feet. The Heartless one looks poised to attack the victors, but cooler heads prevail between him and Flip and they leave the ring to regroup up the ramp...
Aiello: They’ve done it! Ace King and El Pablo, both of whom have high-profile matches coming at the Rumble from Down Under, have secured tickets to Monaco for the Super 16 final!
Bennett: Damn son o’ bitches got the job done.
Carter: A strong performance indeed, but you can’t take away from what the Flip and Jack Connection accomplished in getting to the semi-finals. They brought it, but it just wasn’t quite enough tonight.
Ace and EP continue their celebrations in the middle of the ring as ‘Guerrilla Radio’ fades off. After an extra moment or two, Ace and EP step out of the ring, each taking a different side of the barricades to show the Amsterdam fans their appreciation. One camera follows EP, and the other follows Ace closely until suddenly, the camera thrusts forward into Ace’s head, flooring the Undisputed Champion.
Aiello: Yikes, I don’t think he was supposed to get that close.
Bennett: Clumsy son o’ bitch.
Aiello: But look at the cameraperson… Doesn’t exactly appear remorseful, eh?
Bennett: You know, now that you mention it…
As Ace shakes off the impact, the crowd starts booing as the camera operator, clad in a stylish leather jacket and dark sunglasses, stands still before casting the camera aside. The camera operator reaches into the back of their jacket, pulling out an all too familiar wig before casting aside the sunglasses to reveal familiar makeup and further incite the crowd…
Aiello: I… I don’t think that’s a regular cameraperson.
Bennett: Wait just a damn minute.
Aiello: And that’s not just any person… THAT’S CRÈME DE LA CRÈME!
The crowd boos ferociously as Crème fixes her wig, casting an evil glare in the direction of the downed Undisputed Champion. As he tries to get back to his feet, his eyes lock with Crème’s, his expression slowly consumed by rage as he realizes the predicament he’s in. “Iconic” blasts out of the speakers and the crowd begin to boo as loudly as possible as Scorpio struts out from the back with a smirk on his face.
Bennett: But he was banned from ringside!
Aiello: During Ace’s match sure, but that’s over now… he’s got every right to be out here…
Ace’s attention switches from Crème to his number-one contender stepping out from the back and a look of fury falls on his face. The S-Factor stares him down as he discards his glittering jacket without taking his eyes off the Undisputed Champion. His attention briefly switches as El Pablo comes running over to try and fend Scorpio off, but the Prime Minister dodges an attempted forearm - and drops EP with an AGR on the outside! The crowd boo even louder as Scorpio laughs to himself and gets to his feet. King is riled up by the attack on his partner and comes running at Scorpio - ONLY FOR CRÈME TO SLAM HIM IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH THE CAMERA AGAIN! It gives Scorpio an opportunity to roll King into the ring and follow him as Crème throws the Showtime Broadcast Champion a microphone.
Scorpio: It’s been a while since I was last on Monday Night Brawl, hasn’t it? I see they’ve still managed to draw in the absolute dregs of society and call them a crowd…
He raises an eyebrow as Ace slowly tries to get to his feet. Outside the ring Crème scoops up the dropped Undisputed Championship and hands it to Scorpio who stares at the belt for a moment or two -- BEFORE SLAMMING IT INTO ACE KING’S HEAD TO KNOCK HIM DOWN AGAIN! He places the Undisputed Championship on his own shoulder and raises the microphone again.
Scorpio: Still, me stood on a main EWC show with the Undisputed Championship on my shoulder, it’s a good look no? Worthy of any runway the world over. What do you think, Ace? Ace? Aaaaaacccceeeee?! Oh dear darlings I don’t think he can hear me…
The S-Factor kneels down next to Ace’s head and stares at him for a few moments before he flicks the Undisputed Champion’s head to try and rouse him. Once again he chuckles to himself before raising the microphone.
Scorpio: Where’s the Hall of Fame worthy Insanity Cage winner now, huh? Nowhere to be found, just as it’ll be at the Rumble. Look at your oh so impressive champion Monday Night Brawl… FUCKING LOOK AT HIM!!! Just as I did at WrestleFest with his United States Championship, I will take this supposed legend of wrestling AND I WILL FUCKING EMBARASS HIM AND LEAVE HIM BROKEN AND BLEEDING AS I WALK OUT WITH HIS TITLE AROUND MY FUCKING WAIST.
The boos are intense now as Scorpio pushes up to his feet and begins to pace around the face-down Undisputed Champion.
Scorpio: Oh you don’t believe me? Well nobody believed me two years ago… you all listened to the propaganda put out by his puppet masters… he’s the best of all time, he’s a hero, he’s unstoppable. I fucking stopped him then and I’ll gladly do it again. Take a good look, you pathetic pieces of dirt, because this is the last time you’re going to see Undisputed Champion Ace King on your mediocre show…
He stares down at Ace before inhaling sharply.
Scorpio: And as one last small taste of what’s coming at the Rumble…
He tosses the microphone aside and hands the Undisputed and Showtime Broadcast Championships off to Crème. Scorpio then stands at King’s feet and twists his legs around one of The S-Factor’s own Louboutin boots before reaching for his arms…
Aiello: Oh no we’ve seen this before…
Bennett: That son ‘o bitch calls it the 28th Amendment and it’s sure left an impact on the EWC!
The booing is at an all-time high as Scorpio smirks as widely as ever and hauls back on King’s arms, setting him up for the devastating curb-stomp. He lifts his left leg -- BUT A PERFECTLY-TIMED STEEL CHAIR FROM EL PABLO STOPS HIM! THE CROWD EXPLODES WITH CHEERS AS SCORPIO HITS THE DECK AND ROLLS FROM THE RING! EP TURNS TO CRÈME WHO TOSSES THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP ASIDE AND BAILS AS FAST AS HE CAN! Scorpio and Crème high-tail it back up the ramp shouting profanities as El Pablo kneels by his partner’s side and calls for help. Scorpio snatches a microphone from an attendant at the top of the ramp and stares down at King and EP…
Scorpio: YOUR MASKED SCUM FUCKING FRIEND MIGHT HAVE SAVED YOU THIS TIME GAMBLER, BUT AT THE RUMBLE IT’S GAME OVER -- YOU CAN FUCKING BET ON THAT YOU BROWN-NOSING PRICK!!!
He slams the microphone down so hard that the feedback over the loudspeakers makes half the fans wince. The S-Factor storms off as medical help comes down to attend to The Undisputed Champion.
Bennett: A strong message from Scorpio here, but I doubt Ace King will take it lying down.
Aiello: We’ve just got one episode of Rampage before these two industry leaders go one on one for the Undisputed Championship at the Rumble… it’s gonna be a contender for match of the year...in the meantime, we are just moments away from our main event of the evening as Candy takes on Stitches! Don't go away, folks!
The medics continue to assist Ace as we go to a commercial break...
AN OLD RIVALRY REVISITED...WITH X-TREME IMPLICATIONS!
[SINGLES MATCH - NON-TITLE, X-DIVISION RULES]
Candy
VS Stitches
[SINGLES MATCH - NON-TITLE, X-DIVISION RULES]
Candy
VS Stitches
Back from commercial we head straight to ringside for what should be an amazing main event!
Aiello: Well folks, the message from 3C earlier tonight was a good reminder that this is indeed Candy's 100th match here in the EWC...and what a match it ought to be!
Bennett: Damn right, Joe! These two have gone to war on PRIME and FSW before the latter became PARAMOUNT...and about a year after their last epic encounter, their paths have crossed once again on the red brand!
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 match is scheduled for one fall and will be competed under X-Division rules. Joining us first, making her way to the ring from Candyland, weighing in at 106 pounds ... 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.
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.
Stroup: And her opponent, from the Carnival of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds ... he is the X-Division Champion ... STITCHES!
Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.
Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.
Aiello: If, for whatever reason, you have been living under a rock and haven't seen a Stitches/Candy match before, strap yourself in because you are in for a treat.
Bennett: A sweet treat, even.
DING DING DING
There is no time for lock-ups with these two rivals, with both of them brandishing weapons already they both start swinging wildly to the elation of the crowd. Stitches swings the glass-covered baseball bat towards Candy and she blocks it with her Tootsie Roll covered kendo stick. Candy wildly swings the Tootsie Roll covered kendo stick and Stitches blocks it with the glass-covered baseball bat, some of the glass sprinkling across the canvas.
This interaction between the two continues for a few moments until Candy swings high and Stitches swings low, the kendo stick barely misses Stitches' head, but the baseball bat collides with the side of Candy's knee. Candy crumbles in pain, dropping the kendo stick in the process. Thinking on his feet, Stitches kicks the kendo stick out of the ring before proceeding to get behind Candy and wrap the baseball bat around Candy's face, prying the glass closer and closer towards her face.
Candy fits off the advances, eventually connecting with a few stiff elbows to Stitches abdomen which sends the carnival clown stumbling back. Stitches, however, still holds onto the baseball bat. Candy turns around and dropkicks Stitches towards the ropes, he doesn't drop the bat. She dropkicks him a second time, he still holds onto the bat. Candy rushes towards the opposing ropes and charges back, connecting with a high-impact dropkick square to the face of Stitches, this time the bat goes flying and the carnival clown tumbles up and over the top rope and to the outside of the ring.
Aiello: STAFF WILL ADD COMMENTARY
Bennett: STAFF WILL ADD COMMENTARY
Candy slides out of the ring and starts to fumble underneath the ring. Unbeknownst to her, the carnival clown is getting back to his feet. As Candy continues to fumble underneath the ring, Stitches gets to his feet and connects with a drive-by kick to the side of Candy's face. Candy crumbles into a heap as Stitches begins to fumble underneath the ring, finding what he had been looking for almost instantly.
Stitches pulls out a staple gun, holding it high in the air to the shock of the crowd as he salivates at the lips. Stitches places the staple gun to Candy's forehead and presses the trigger once, twice, three times, before removing the staple gun and tossing it to one side. Three visible staples are seen protruding into Candy's forehead, but no blood. Stitches starts clearing the commentary table as both Aiello and Bennett continue to commentate on the match. Stitches removes wiring and monitors before retreating back to Candy.
Stitches grabs Candy and lifts her into the air, Candy squirms out of Stitches grip and shoves the carnival clown away from her. Candy approaches Stitches and attempts to lift him up onto the commentary table but the carnival clown is dead weight. Candy uses her own weight to try and shove Stitches onto the table but it is no use.
Stitches, realizing the potential danger he is in, rakes the eyes of Candy who stumbles backwards. Stitches turns around and charges at Candy who delivers a drop toe hold, smashing the carnival clown's face against the cold, hard edge of the ring. Instantly blood begins to pour from a gash in Stitches forehead, the blood trickling down the side of his face.
Aiello: Things have gotten very violent from the outset here, folks!
Bennett: You're damn right, Joe! I love it!
Candy digs her nails into the gapping wound on Stitches' forehead as the carnival clown cries out in pain. Candy then rolls Stitches back into the ring as he tends to his wound. Candy is about to enter back into the ring but eyes her Tootsie Roll covered kendo stick nearby. With a sinister smile and a roll of the tongue along her bottom row of teeth, Candy picks up the kendo stick before rolling back into the ring with it. Candy attempts to stand to her feet but the carnival clown stamps down upon her hand, the same hand holding the kendo stick.
Candy naturally lets go of the kendo stick and Stitches once again kicks it out of the ring. Stitches continues to stomp down upon the hand as Candy cries out in pain. Stitches wraps his arm around Candy's neck and begins to choke her with a Sleeper Hold. With the other hand, Stitches digs his dirty nails in underneath the staples in Candy's forehead and pulls them out, one-by-one. Candy cries out in agony, each staple being removed hurts worse than the last. As the third staple is removed from her forehead Candy closes her eyes to endure the pain, when she opens them her pupils have turned a bright white, almost the same white of a blind man.
Candy closes her eyes again and opens them again, only for the colour of her pupils to be restored to their natural bright blue. Once the third staple has been removed from Candy's forehead, Stitches locks in the Sleeper Hold tighter as Candy slowly starts to fade out. The crowd cheers for Candy to get back into the fight, which she eventually does as she starts bouncing around, feeding off of the crowd's energy. Candy reaches an arm around Stitches' head and drops down, connecting with a modified Stunner. The two of them lie motionless on the mat, spent from the intensity of the match as the crowd in attendance cheer both of their efforts.
Aiello: Absolute brutality here, as both competitors look to get the upper hand.
Bennett: After everything these two have been through, I can't say that I blame them!
Candy is the first to stir, crawling towards the motionless Stitches. Candy throws an arm over Stitches and the referee makes the count. Stitches, surprisingly, kicks out at one as both of them slowly start to get back to their feet. On their knees, both Candy and Stitches throw punches, back and forth, as the crowd respectively cheer and jeer. The back and forth strikes continue until Candy connects with a good, hard shot to the wound on Stitches forehead. Stitches stumbles backward a little as the blood pours into his eyes.
Candy slowly stands back to her feet and starts connecting with kicks to the side of the knelt Stitches before connecting a swift kick to Stitches' head. Stitches keels over but instead of covering, Candy lifts Stitches to his feet and attempts to connect with the Candy Blast (Foxy Buster). Stitches squirms out of Candy's grasp and crawls towards the corner of the ring. Candy, with a smile permeating across her face, reaches into a pocket within her attire and retrieves a quarter. Stitches stares at Candy as his sits in the corner of the ring. Candy approaches Stitches, the smile still across her face, before she stops just short of the carnival clown.
Candy flicks the quarter into the air, the quarter lands on the canvas, landing tail-side up. Stitches looks up at Candy to realise she was no different. Her face had become pale, her eye sockets were sunken, she was wearing different attire, and most striking of all, her pupils with pure white. Stitches rubs his eyes before staring back at Candy, she was once again herself, although this time she was wielding the Tootsie Roll covered kendo stick. Candy swings the kendo stick wildly towards Stitches' head only for the carnival clown to move out of the way at the very last second. The end of the kendo stick piercing the bottom turnbuckle.
Aiello: Oh my, this is just getting nasty now!
Bennett: It's only gonna get worse from here Joe, I can feel it in my gut!
The kendo stick that pierced the turnbuckle pad gets stuck and Candy desperately tries to pull it from out of the turnbuckle pad. This gives Stitches the opportunity to come up behind Candy and connect with a Backstabber. Candy stumbles out from the corner of the ring, leaving the kendo stick wedged into the turnbuckle pad, and leans up against the ropes as she holds her back in pain.
Stitches charges at Candy and spears both himself and Candy through the ropes and to the outside of the ring, right in front of the disassembled commentary table. Stitches is the first to get back to his feet, he backs up a little and goes for the Beautiful Disasterpiece kick but Candy ducks out of the way, Candy throws a wild back elbow but Stitches ducks under it, Stitches grabs Candy by the back of the head and drives her downward with a Facebuster.
With Candy out briefly, Stitches starts tearing away the protective padding on the outside of the ring. Once the protective padding is removed, Stitches grabs Candy and sets her up for a Piledriver. Realizing the potential danger she is in, Candy slips out of the move. Candy charges with great ferocity towards Stitches and drives his back into the crowd barricade. Candy then grabs Stitches by the back of the head and drags him over to the commentary table before throwing him on top of it.
Seeing her opportunity, Candy slides back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Candy hesitates for a little, staring at the motionless Stitches on the commentary table, before going for the Sugar High. At the last moment Stitches rolls off of the commentary table and Candy comes crashing down, the commentary table explodes into pieces upon impact from that 450 splash.
Stitches slowly, but surely, gets back to his feet and retrieves the motionless Candy from the debris, tossing her back into the ring. Stitches enters the ring and attempts the Sound Of Silence but Candy shoves Stitches away with one last ditched effort. Stitches charges at Candy, connecting with the Beautiful Disasterpiece kick, before grabbing Candy and connecting with the Sound Of Silence for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... STITCHES!
The match finally over, the ref raises the arm of Stitches in victory as medics rush down to check on Candy. They're joined by Gabi Vee, who looks panicked as we cut to commentary.
Aiello: Wow folks...what an insane battle this was. I feel like this very much lived up to the hype, and after all that...the clown manages to get a win over Candy.
Bennett: She absolutely held her own against the X-Division Champion in what is essentially his turf tonight, Joe! She promised to go to a different, more violent place to take on Stitches, and she made good on that even in defeat!
Aiello: What a way to cap off a wild and crazy night! Folks, we thank you for tuning in tonight as we get ready for the Rumble later this month...and next month, we head to Madrid where we for SURE have an exciting match lined up as Xavier Reid defends the International Championship against King Flip! Until then, and until we see you at the Rumble, I've been Joe Aiello and he's been Steve Bennett, saying so long and good night!
Stitches slides out of the ring, his title on his shoulder as he regroups on the ramp. Inside the ring we see Candy being helped to her feet to a big pop from the crowd as the show comes to a close.
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: Gabrielle Visconty
MATCH TWO: David Miller
MATCH THREE: Dominic Sanders
MATCH FOUR: PARAMOUNT
MATCH FIVE: Darius
MATCH SIX: MNB
MAIN EVENT: Stitches
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SEGMENTS
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Gabrielle Visconty
Russ (Scorpio)
Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
Xavier Reid / The Mad King
Scorpio / Ace King
Saidie Sharpe
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH 1
Ruby Clifton
VS Callie Clark
WINNER via pinfall: Callie Clark
MATCH 2
Antoni Malietoa
VS David Miller
WINNER via pinfall: David Miller
MATCH 3
Tyler Bradford
VS Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton
WINNER via pinfall: Tyler Bradford
MATCH 4
Nightcall (N/S)
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER via pinfall: Xavier Reid
MATCH 5
Gabrielle Visconty
VS Darius
WINNER via pinfall: Darius
MATCH 6
SUPER 16 TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT - BRAWL/RAMPAGE BRACKET FINALS
The Flip & Jack Connection
VS Ace King & El Pablo
WINNER via pinfall: Ace King & El Pablo
MAIN EVENT
Candy
VS Stitches
WINNER via pinfall: Stitches
BRAWL #574 MVP: Stitches
BRAWL #574 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Candy VS Stitches
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