MNB #581 (THROWBACK BRAWL) - ANAHEIM
Apr 4, 2022 20:59:11 GMT -6
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Post by MNB on Apr 4, 2022 20:59:11 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
"THROWBACK BRAWL"
EPISODE #581 | APRIL 4TH 2021"THROWBACK BRAWL"
LIVE! from the Honda Center Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim in Anaheim, California
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
"HITCHIN' A RIDE" by Green Day blasts in the Pond, a callback to the early days of EWC
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 #580 in Edmonton.
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 Killjoy Ito.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Xavier Reid, King Flip, Candy, Tyler Bradford, KU, Antoni Malietoa, Stitches, Rebel Rhodes, Darius, Iggy Swango, Dio, and others making their way onto the red brand.
We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:
Rebel Rhodes 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 Honda Center is electric for Monday Night BRAWL, decked out in Arrowhead Pond decor for the occasion!
A wide aerial shot shows that the Honda Center is electric for Monday Night BRAWL, decked out in Arrowhead Pond decor for the occasion!
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:
"EWC 4 LYFE"
"LET'S GO REBEL"
"RUTHANN HUNTER IS MY HERO"
"WHAT'S OLD IS NEW AGAIN"
"BRAWL FOR ALL, Y'ALL"
and "EWC...THEN, NOW, EVENTUALLY"
Aiello: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to a special Throwback BRAWL here in Anaheim, where we celebrate 25 years of EWC and Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and we are in store for one heck of an action-packed night!
Bennett: That's right Joe, we have a main event with big implications as those two sons o' bitches King Flip and Stitches square off to become the number one contender to the EWC International Championship!
Aiello: Along with that we have Antoni Malietoa taking on Hall of Famer Ruthann Hunter, after a close countout victory over her son Jason a few weeks ago! Plus, the FX Broadcast Champion is on the line as Caleb Scott challenges Rebel Rhodes, and we have two matches celebrating the different brands and history of EWC!
Bennett: Damn straight, we have Sour Candy taking on Mark Storm and Nick James taking on Nina Samson in what could be brutal affairs! We were supposed to have Darius taking on Xavier Reid tonight, but after Darius got himself injured at StrangleMania it seems the match is off!
Aiello: I'm sure we'll get that addressed tonight Steve, as well as what Gabi Vee's loss of the belt due to injury means for her after the big match at StrangleMania saw Reid regain what he would argue he never lost! All that and more, but coming up is our opening contest as Zack Tyler, The Creeper, and Mark Mania square off in Triple Threat action tonight at Throwback--
Am I Brave Enough?
Am I Strong Enough?
Am I Strong Enough?
The crowd explodes in cheers as Gabrielle Visconty’s theme music hits.
Aiello: Gabi Vee is here!
Bennett: Kind of wishing Xavier had broken her jaw instead of her wrist.
With her head down, Gabi slowly walks out of the back in street clothes, her hair woven into a thick braid on the back of her head as she comes to a stop in the middle of the stage. She gradually looks up and out over the Anaheim crowd… yet, something isn’t right. Missing from her face is the mischievous grin she normally wears.
Aiello: This is unusual.
Bennett: Maybe she’s turned sour too.
Aiello: Well, I am sure she is none too thrilled with being stripped of the International title after the last Brawl in Edmonton, only to see Xavier Reid reclaim it at StrangleMania.
Visconty: Anaheim!
Gabi yells into the mic and pauses as the crowd in attendance roar out at the mention of their town.
Visconty: I could come out here and pull an Xavier Reid. I could come out here and cry about how the belt was stolen from me. Robbed from me in my moment of glory as the Brawl GM Jim Connors strolled into the med center in Edmonton and flatly told me I was unable to compete at StrangleMania due to a fractured wrist!
Gabi snarls as she lowers the mic and looks out over the crowd as they voice their displeasure with that verdict.
Aiello: Anaheim doesn’t seem to like that decision either.
Bennett: Joe, It doesn’t matter what Anaheim likes! Jim Connors is the GM of Brawl. His word is law on Brawl.
Visconty: He walked away with MY title without even expressing an ounce of concern. President Mac called me the next morning to explain what was going on and his wishes for a second and third opinion on my wrist.
The crowd cheers at the drop of President Mac’s name and his support of Gabrielle.
Aiello: Connors’ word might be law on Brawl, but President Mac’s word is law for the EWC, Steve.
Visconty: Mac explained to me that Connors had put me on the shelf for two months! Two damn months!
Gabi stands there as the Anaheim crowd boos.
Visconty: The second and third opinion all pointed to a tiny hairline fracture in my wrist… 4 weeks of recovery time was the recovery time allotted from both opinions. One month, Connors, not two!!
Gabi shouts as she holds up one finger in the air to emphasize the point, rallying the crowd in her support.
Visconty: I want to thank President Mac for having my back! But tonight I am out of action, although I am sure I could have gotten clearance if I pushed… You all know how unwilling I am to sit out.
The crowd laughs along with her before she points out over the crowd.
Visconty: I’ve come out here tonight to tell you all that I will be pitching my case to get my damn title back ASAP!! Connors, I am telling you right now… You know exactly who your real number one contender is!!!
The crowd roars in approval as the mischievous grin suddenly returns to her face.
Bennett: She just can’t come out here and demand a shot at the International title. She was stripped of the title due to an injury and deemed unable to compete. King Flip and Stitches are battling for the number one contendership for the International title tonight, not Gabi.
Aiello: We will have to see how Jim Connors plays this. We could see Gabi getting back into that mix for the title soon enough.
Visconty: Reid! You can walk around with MY title around your waist… at least for a few more weeks. You better damn well believe that Gabi Vee is coming back for that title! MY title! And like I showed everyone in Edmonton, you can’t stop me!!
Gabi holds her hand out and drops the mic before turning and slipping backstage as the fans cheer and chant her name.
Aiello: You heard it here on Brawl, Gabi Vee is coming back for the International title!
Bennett: I don’t care what she says, she still has to get Connors to sign that match and he already has a number one contender match for the International title scheduled for tonight.
Aiello: Well, no matter what GM Connors decides to do, we all know Gabi put an end to Xavier Reid’s record setting run with the International title. Xavier took it from her at StrangleMania last year and Gabi took it back from him at Brawl 580. This will be a hot title to watch in the coming weeks, you best believe that!
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THE STRANGE, THE BIZARRE, THE MANIA!
[TRIPLE THREAT MATCH]
 | VS |  | VS |  |
| Zack Tyler | The Creeper | Mark Mania |
We return to ringside where referee Josh Daniels stands ready.
Aiello: For the first time since the greatest show on Earth, we are back ringside here on Brawl! We're bringing you a triple threat with some promising new talent and a returning veteran - going all the way back from StrangleMania, with Mark Mania. Who have you got, Steve?
Bennett: Are any of them not overrated old hacks? This Creeper guy is interesting... -ly huge, but my money's on the kid - Tyler is a maniac who's been warming up over his last couple matches. Once he hits his stride, this punk is gonna be the one making a mark. Get outta here, Mania, ya never-were!
Stroup: The following match is a triple threat match. Joining us first, from the alley out back, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds ... ZACK TYLER!
The lights go dark as an image of Zack in seen backstage. By now on the entrance stage, fog machines are covering the platform. He stares into the camera with a deep soul stare before the camera fades. Just before the camera cuts off, a quick glimpse of a Red circle with a Red Left hand palm print is seen. Zack's [3:14] music then plays. At the [:17] mark, a Red flash of light illuminates the entrance stage and again at the [:20] mark. At the [:27] mark, Zack rolls out slowly on a skateboard dressed in a Black full length coat with his arms folded over his chest. As he approaches the ring, the skateboard rolls under the ring as he rolls under the bottom rope onto his stomach. The ringside camera catches an up-close image of Zack as he smiles and blood protrudes from his mouth down his chin. Slithering into the corner, he grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, removing his coat. His music by now has looped or replayed until he folds his hands together as if praying. His eyes roll in the back of his head and the lights come up to normal.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Lakeside City, USA, weighing in at three hundred and thirteen pounds ... THE CREEPER!
The lights go dark as Meet The Creeper blares, fog rolls out from both sides of the stage to meet in the middle, where The Creeper slowly walks out. He’s met with cheers as he starts to nod his head to the beat of the music as he walks down the ramp. He grabs the top ropes from the outside then pulls himself up to the apron, he then walks over the ropes and stands silently in the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
Stroup: And their opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds ... MARK MANIA!
"Far Cry" by Rush plays over the loud speaker and the crowd erupts. Mark Mania comes from behind the stage with a wide grin. He bows towards the fans and laughs. He makes his way down to the ring with a noticeable pep in his step. He high fives a few fans as he passes. When he get's to the ring he slides under the bottom rope and pops up in the ring. He bounces off the ropes a few times before hopping up onto the turnbuckle and raising his arms to another loud cheer from the crowd.
DING DING DING
A slow start to this one, as the three men size each other up. Tyler is pacing somewhat furiously, while the Creeper is almost lumbering - methodical - and Mania is calm and relaxed, flicking out his limbs to loosen them, smiling at the fans who remember him and stalwartly chant him on from the outset. It's this that forms the distraction for Tyler to step in on the veteran, slamming a hard kick into his thigh, then spinning out to hook him up for a Russian legsweep!
They crash down, and the big vigilante is atop them, dropping an elbow across Mania before he can stand, smoothly standing to grab Tyler with one hand and haul him overhead, bringing the other arm up for a big gorilla press that sees him hurl the much smaller man out over the ropes!
Tyler sprawls out, slamming into the barricade, snarling, blood still dripping from his mouth as he stands and points up into the ring. The Creeper spreads his arms, beckoning with both hands, and is promptly blindsided by a recovering Mania, who catches him across the throat with a spinning leg lariat, rolling off to promptly muscle his huge foe up in a headlock. The crowd get behind him, and with a final surge of effort and a determined roar, he pulls the vigilante up, seeming to stagger under the weight-- but no! He comes off the ropes instead, not only sustaining the hold but gaining momentum as he claims an early, tremendous impact with the Mania Bomb!!
Aiello: Wow, Mark really coming out of the gate here with that Mania Bomb!
Bennett: It's that old tale, Joe, he's not getting paid by the hour here!
There's no pin worth mentioning, because as the arena swells in appreciation, Zack Tyler immediately plays spoiler, barreling into a sharp knee strike to the jaw, then hauling Mania around in a front chancery, from there hitting a pronounced neckbreaker that carries the pair of them down onto the prone Creeper! The ring shakes from the weight of all three bodies colliding, and Tyler grins like a madman, throwing his slight frame atop the pile, pressing with both hands...
Trying to pin both men at once?
ONE
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.
TWO
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KICKOUT!
And how! The Creeper instigates the upsurge, and Mania throws himself into the effort with aplomb, the vet actually hurtling into the air and coming down standing, as the big vigilante sits up and shakes his head to clear the cobwebs. He's too slow to re-insert himself, because Mania and Tyler are already locked up and vying for supremacy, throwing knees as they manfully haul each other around this way and that. Mania manages to wrestle his way to dominance long enough to hit a bulldog, bringing Z crashing down to the mat and going for a pin. The ref is quick off the mark!
ONE
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NO!
The Creeper ruins it, picking Mania up with both hands and simply throwing him to the corner post, before scooping up Tyler and dropping him across a knee, then hauling him up by his hair to rattle him with stiff punches, finishing the combination with a cleaving, down-angled palm strike that simply smashes his smaller opponent to the canvas. Tyler fights back despite clearly being stunned, hitting an instinctive scissor-leg that takes the big bruiser down, rolling to his knees and pausing to take in two quick breaths before he launches himself into a run at the cornered Mania.
The wily vet was playing possum; he moves at the last second, bum-rushing Zack into the turnbuckle, then spinning around to seat himself, seizing a headlock on his rattled foe. The crowd know what's coming, and they pop huge as he launches out with a Crazy DDT! Tyler flops gruesomely from the impact, sprawling out into the center of the ring, where he's promptly stepped on by The Creeper.
ONE
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.
NO!
Mania flies in with a bicycle kick, knocking the big man back but not down. The Creeper laughs, the noise echoing eerily inside his mask, and responds with a big boot that about decapitates the veteran!
Aiello: Oh man, that's gotta leave a mark!
Bennett: Joe, I swear you'd better not be doing these puns all night!
It's perhaps inexperience that stops The Creeper from capitalizing, and he stands around a little too long as the only upright man. Long enough that both Tyler and Mania are on their knees, and then with wary glances to their feet. Tyler paces the outside, as if attempting to isolate one of his prey - but momentarily unsure which. Mania splits his attention evenly, aware of the threat from both men, and the cagey standoff lasts just long enough that a ripple of uncertainty runs through the crowd. A good half of them rally behind Mania on principle, the others are divided.
Tyler gets the least love, and seems less than impressed - both with the fans and the general situation. He's the first to move, launching himself with full force and intensity at the massive Creeper, who responds by simply raising his leg for another big boot! Tyler hits the ground running, executing a pitch-perfect baseball slide, continuing right on through to Mark Mania, who is waiting to catch him with a hip toss. Tyler seems willing to take it, bumping off his back and onto his feet, smiling as he comes face-to-grisly-face with the Creeper. The big man is off-guard...
666! Zack Tyler spins into a VIOLENT heel kick across the jaw, instantly dropping the seven-footer!
Mark Mania senses blood in the water, and darts in, slamming a kick to the midsection, then steps back to leap into the Smitty's Revenge - the crowd popping as they see what's coming!
--and then instantly petering out, as Tyler lithely snakes his way up and out, letting Mania crash painfully onto his coccyx. Zack is grinning, but it's eerily passionless and entirely unkind, as he pulls Mania up by the hair, mimics his own kick to the midsection, and hauls him up for a Gory B-- n-no! With his opponent hoisted up, Tyler rolls forward, seizing Mania's head in a guillotine!
Mark Mania fights, surprised but spirited, as Daniels looks for an ounce of quit...
...and finds it. Red-faced and gasping, Mania is forced to tap!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via submission, ZACK TYLER!
Tyler throws his arms wide, receiving the decidedly mixed, and relatively boo-drenched, 'appreciation' of the crowd with a dead-eyed stare. He glares sidelong at Josh Daniels as the referee raises his arm, snatching it away with an animal motion. For a moment, Zack seems about to turn on the official, who scampers back with his hands out-flung, begging off the attack and sliding to the outside of the ring. Tyler smirks as his prey escapes, then begins to stalk the inside of the ring, squatting down beside each fallen opponent in turn, picking at them like carrion.
Aiello: The Creeper showed power and brutality out there, but perhaps just the shade of inexperienced condemned him. Mark Mania came out strong, reminded us why he's beloved here in EWC, but at the end of it all, Steve, you were correct. Zack Tyler wanted this bad, he has a black heart and honestly, I'm concerned he's going to start devouring these men alive. Can we get security out here?
Bennett: When you're right, you're right! And I'm always right. Tyler is gonna be an unstoppable force once he gets rolling. He wants it all bad, and he's bad enough to get it done. His opponents underestimated him here, and they paid for it. This kid is evil to the core.
Aiello: Folks, in just a moment we'll see Nick James take on PARAMOUNT's Nina Samson! Don't go away!
We move to a commercial break.
VIDEO PACKAGE: Early days of Future Stars of Wrestling aka FSW, the former developmental brand of EWC, before leading up to the creation of PARAMOUNT. From there we see moments from past FSW champions along with the rise of FSW/PARAMOUNT stars, before cutting to the early career of Nick James and Nina Samson. We end with a face-to-face graphic promoting our next contest before cutting to ringside!
EWC THEN/NOW/FOREVER - BRAWL VS PARAMOUNT
[SINGLES MATCH]
 | VS |  |
| Nick James | Nina Samson |
We return to ringside where the crowd is chanting "Halo" as Josh Daniels is standing in the ring.
Aiello: It is time for a Paramount vs Brawl match up. Nina Samson is making her second appearance on Brawl this season.
Bennett: Nick James is going to show the world that Brawl is the number one show in EWC.
Stroup: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Joining us first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds ... NICK JAMES!
The lights dim as "Get Up" by Skrillex begins to blast throughout the arena. Out from the back appears Nick James. He looks at the crowd as he begins to make his way down to the ring.
Stroup: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 122 pounds ... NINA SAMSON!
The lights inside the arena change to a bluish purple color as "More Than You Think I Am" begins to play over the sound system. The crowd is slowly starting to cheer as Nina Samson walks out onto the stage. Her eyes shift from side to side before she descends down the ramp. She high fives a few people in the front row before sliding into the ring. She walks around the inside for one full rotation before standing onto the closest turnbuckle. She smacks the top pad a few times before slipping both her arms out wide as the crowd is chanting her name. She proceeds to do a backflip before standing in the corner and waiting.
DING DING DING
Nick and Nina step out of their corners as the bell rings. Nick quickly rushes her but she manages to duck underneath the clothesline. As she does, she wraps her legs around Nick's neck and throws him with a hurricanrana. Nick lands on his back as Nina rolls through back onto her feet. Nick gets back as well as Nina comes sprinting towards the ring and connects with a front dropkick sending Nick back first into the turnbuckle. Nina continues to stomp away while pumping the crowd up.
Nina runs toward the other side and comes running back towards Nick. This time Nick nearly turns her inside out with a vicious clothesline. Nick follows it up with a leaping senton. He quickly goes for the cover.
One
Tw........
Nina rolls her shoulder up as Nick tries to mount her. As he does Nina grabs his arm and uses her legs to shove him down while holding a cross armbar.
Aiello: Looks like Nina's going right after that arm!
Bennett: She wants to make a statement tonight, but I don't think Nick is gonna let that come at his expense!
Nick James rolls over onto his knees as Nina is trying hard to keep her advantage. Nick stands up before dropping right back down and slamming Nina down onto her back. Nick does it again before Nina breaks her grip. Nick shakes his arm before pulling her up by her hair. Nick screams in her face before throwing her across the ring with a hair toss.
Nick bounces off the ropes and looks to strike with an enziguri. However, Nina ducks her head before kipping up to her feet. She then connects with the Chrissy Shuffle before bouncing off the ropes and flips over him while snapping his neck back.
Aiello: Ouch, that was some rough impact!
Bennett: Nick needs to turn this around, and quick!
Nina is back on her feet as she bounces off the ropes. Nick drops down in front of her as she bounces off the other side. Nick quickly gets up to his feet and looks to shoot Nina up into the air. As he does, she connects with a dropkick knocking Nick down.
Nina quickly grabs Nick by the head before driving her knee upside his head. She then proceeds to lock in her Oxygen Restriction as she has Nick in the middle of the ring. Nick is trying to fight it but Nina pulls back on his neck. Nick grunts while having no choice but to tap out.
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via submission NINA SAMSON!
Nina Samson quickly releases the hold as she lifts her arms high into the air. Her theme song starts playing as she exits the ring and starts high fiving some fans while moving up the ramp. Nick James sits up before rolling out of the ring as well.
Aiello: Damn it! Paramount comes out on top with Nina Samson making Nick James tap out. Nina is truly amazing as Nick continues to struggle.
Bennett: Nina Samson is very skilled with those submissions and I hope Nick James can bounce back after two hard fought matches here on Brawl.
Aiello: Folks, in just a moment we head to our second showcase of EWC Then/Now/Forever...but it seems we're about to hear from one of the competitors backstage!
With that, we head backstage to see what's happening...
Murray: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me at this time is Your Hero, and Mine - Mark Storm.
A massive pop ensues from the main arena, echoing through the backstage hallways as Mark Storm enters the frame, accompanied by his manager Gregory Murphy. Storm is dressed in his ring gear, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he allows his signature smirk to lay upon his face. He has the EWC 24/7 Combat Championship buckled around his waist. Murphy on the other hand has his hands clasped together, a grin beginning to grow on his face as Murray opens his mouth to speak.
Murray: It's great to see you Mark, and even greater to have you back competing here tonight on Monday Night Brawl -
Before Murray can even finish his sentence, he's interrupted by Murphy.
Murphy: The prodigal son has returned, to Monday Night Brawl! This is a monumental occasion Bob and to me, it doesn't sound like you're selling it correctly. This right here is a history making night we have here lades and gentlemen, the throwback episode that features the return of a former one time EWC World Heavyweight Champion, a former one time EWC World Tag Team Champion, the reigning 24/7 EWC Combat Champion - Your Hero and Mine, Mark Storm.
Murray looks embarrassed as Murphy finishes his sentence.
Murray: I'm sorry, I -
Once again Murray is interrupted.
Murphy: No need to apologize Bob, just do better next time.
Murray awkwardly glares at Murphy before turning his attention back on Storm.
Murray: Like I was saying, it's great to see you back here on Monday Night Brawl. How does it feel to be back on the brand where it all began for you, and should we expect this to be a regular occurrence throughout the season?
Storm: I feel alive, Murray. I feel blessed to be back and I'm excited for what the future has to hold. Last time I was here, it wasn't the greatest of memories but that's what it was and I've buried it under the hatchet. This season you should expect to see me on Brawl, Rampage, Prime and Paramount - I'll be all over the brands, doing my thing, climbing the rankings. I'm even carrying around the 24/7 Combat Championship right now, wearing it proudly ready to defend it anywhere, at any time, preparing myself. At Stranglemania, I let a lot of people down in that Hellevator match. My first official match back, I squandered the chance to make an impact and that one hurts, Murray, it stings. But it's driving me forwards and that's what it's all about. There's a lot I've missed out during my time away from here and there's no time to waste, the work starts right here tonight against Sour Candy.
Murray: We of course saw you comeback at Stranglemania where you were unfortunate in the Hellevator match with the eventual winner being Lavender, and we also heard the formation of the Heroes for Hire... I just wanted to know, what exactly are the plans for the Heroes for Hire here in the EWC?
Murphy gives Murray a look, as if to say 'are you an idiot?'.
Murphy: Did you not watch the freakin' segment! It was on pay-per-view for crying out loud...
As Murphy works himself up over Murray's question, Storm intervenes with his answer.
Storm: Lemme make myself perfectly clear here, Bob. I see what's happening to this company. You see it too but you won't say anything about it because that's not your job, you're just the guy who asks the questions. You don't have the answers, but I do. I see the dire need for a team who can combat what's happening. The Heroes for Hire are going to be taking care of business around here and cleaning up this place from top to bottom. There's a stench around here in the EWC, one that's been filling these hallways long before my absence, and it needs to be dealt with. We're ready to offer this company our services to make this company a better place. We're dragging it out from the dirt, and we've already planted our seeds around the place, and they'll be more, don't worry about that. We've already got a little protégé in Barbaric filling the ranks over in NEXT GEN, where he managed to get a win on his professional debut on the inarguable episode. That wasn't by mistake or accident, that was intentional and that boy right there, he's destined for only greatness. Mitsuo Shimada will be debuting in the G1 in a few days time, holding it down for us in PRIME. The plan is simple Murray, we're taking this promotion - bit by bit, title by title, brand by brand... the revolution is here, and the Heroes, we're ready to clean up the mess.
Storm and Murphy exit the frame leaving a bamboozled Murray standing alone as we move to a commercial break.
VIDEO PACKAGE: We see the early days of Thursday Night Rampage, before the show moved to Saturdays and eventually settled on its permanent home of Friday Nights. Some of the big moments and highlights appear, including those who have risen to the status of Undisputed Champion like Ace King. From there, we see the early careers of Candy and Mark Storm, and how their careers have morphed over the years...before showing us a face-to-face graphic promoting tonight's contest, as we head to ringside!
EWC THEN/NOW/FOREVER - BRAWL VS RAMPAGE
[SINGLES MATCH]
 | VS | |
| Sour Candy | Mark Storm |
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by!
Aiello: Here we go, folks! These two have had some history, but Candy is no longer the sweet woman she once was!
Bennett: You know that could very well prove trouble for Mark Storm!
Stroup: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first...
Moments after "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter begins to play throughout the Arrowhead Pond of Anaheim, it suddenly switches into a more metal version of the song done by Risen From Shadows. Despite the boos coming from the crowd, Sour Candy seems unfazed as she walks out with a huge grin. She gives them a sarcastic wave as walks down the aisle.
Stroup: Making her way to the ring straight from the Sour Patch.......SOUR CANDY!!!
As soon as a fan reaches out to touch her, SC jerks her arm out of the way and circles the ring before slipping under the bottom ropes. She stays on her knees and looks toward the entrance (or at her opponent) with the deadliest of stares as she waits for the match to begin.
Aiello: The last time we saw Sour Candy was February 21st in that defeat against Iggy Swango to determine who would be challenging for the International title at Stranglemania. Despite defeat, it was a strong showing for Sour Candy and she'll be looking to bounce back here tonight on Brawl.
Bennett: You're damn right Joe and I've gotta be honest, I'm really looking forward to seeing Candy Sour tonight, she's been one of the best ever since she arrived here in the EWC and I believe she'll soon be back where she belongs, at the top of the food chain.
'Short Change Hero' by The Heavy begins to play through the PA system, emerging from the back is Your Hero and Mine, who has a smile etching onto his face as he stands on the top of the entrance ramp.
Stroup: And her opponent...
Appearing on the tron behind him is the graphic:
Stroup: From Brooklyn, New York - weighing in a two hundred and twenty five pounds... Your Hero and Mine - MARK STORM!
Storm begins to make his way to the ring, high-fiving a few of the fans in the front row before leaping onto the apron and striking a pose, nodding his head in appreciation to the reception he's getting. He enters the ring, climbing up onto the top rope and once again, poses for the fans, a grin stretching from ear to the other as his theme song slowly fades in the background.
Aiello: Mark Storm making his return here on Monday Night Brawl! It is great to see Your Hero and Mine, back here on Brawl. Last time we saw him was at the beginning of last season, where he suffered a defeat at the hands of King Flip.
Bennett: Well he certainly ain't my hero, Joe. As talented and as good as Mark Storm can be, I'm still a little sceptical as to how long this man can last here in the EWC. He's ducked and bailed a few times in the past but he's hoping to make amends. Let's see if he can start here tonight.
DING DING DING
As the bell rings, both competitors remain in their positions opposite from one another. Neither of them make a move as the fans applaud in excitement, anticipating a quality match. Storm walks towards the centre of the ring and offers a hand towards Sour Candy. Sour Candy smiles before skipping from her side of the ring towards the centre, looking at Storms hand for a moment, she slaps it away before delivering a cold slap to the face of Storm, which catches him off-guard. Candy then explodes with a flurry of strikes, each connecting as she forces him back into the corner of the ring. Storm grabs the ropes, forcing the rope-break and the referee has to intervene, beginning a count on Candy. She eases up, holding her hands up as she skips back towards the other side of the ring. Storm then runs towards her, Candy hooks her legs around his neck, looking for a hurricanrana - but Storm manages to cartwheel through it, into a standing position. They both stand in position and stare at each other for a moment, before going back into motion - racing into each other, Storm goes for a lariat but Candy ducks underneath his arm. She bounces off of the ropes, before realizing that Storm is running past her, stopping in her tracks. Storm bounces off of the ropes and goes for a big boot, she ducks under - managing to roll him up from behind.
ONE..
TW - Storm kicks out!
They race back to their feet, this time it's Storm who manages to get a schoolboy attempt on Sour Candy.
ONE..
TW - Sour Candy kicks out!
Once again the two rise to their feet, greeting each other with a barrage of strikes directed all over each other, the fans cheering and applaud in appreciation for their commitment. Storm manages to knock Sour Candy backwards with a harsh forearm strike, sending her into the ropes. She rebounds, twisting herself around before responding with a forearm strike of her own. Storm staggers back, leaning back into the ropes before running at full pace towards Sour Candy, looking for a big boot but she manages to evade - transitioning into a backslide pin attempt!
ONE..
TWO...
Storm kicks out!
Aiello: A nice backslide pin attempt from Sour Candy there but Storm kicks out.
Bennett: The tempo of this one has been fast Joey, both of them are coming at each other at one hundred miles per hour.
Both competitors get back to their feet, with Storm managing to ground Sour Candy with a quick armdrag takedown which he then transitions into an armbar submission. Candy manages to squirm towards the ropes to force the break and Storm reluctantly let's go. He grabs her straight afterwards, bringing her to her feet and Irish whips her into the ropes, Candy bounces off of them and ducks under Storm's lariat attempt. She springboard's off of the ropes and delivers an enziguri kick that rocks Storm, forcing him down to a knee. Candy then executes a hurricanrana to ground Storm. The Hero works his way towards the corner of the ring, using the ropes to help himself up. Candy runs towards Storm in the corner, looking for a double knees and this time managing to connect! She ushers him out of the corner and swings him towards the opposite corner, trailing after him. Storm springs back into life, springboard onto the second rope and backflipping over Candy, before taking off towards the ropes. He bounces off of them, ducking under a clothesline attempt from Candy, rebounding off the ropes once more and hitting a flying clothesline on Candy. Storm goes for the cover...
ONE..
TWO - Sour Candy kicks out!
Back up on their feet, Candy delivers a swift spear into the abdomen of Storm. It stuns him, as he rolls around the canvas clutching his mid-section. She grabs him by his hair, picking him up before Irish whipping him into the turnbuckle. She waits for a second before sprinting towards him, attempting the double knees into him but he moves out of the way, managing to get in behind her, he wraps his arms around her waist lifting her up and over as attempts a release German suplex - but she manages to backflip and land on her feet. Storm turns around and now Sour Candy is running towards him, he stunts her with a bicycle knee to the head! He delivers a rolling forearm strike, then goes for a rolling lariat but she ducks underneath it, delivering a forearm smash of her own.
The two come together in the centre of the ring and engage in a standard collar to elbow tie up. Storm uses his strength to overpower Sour Candy, managing to lock her into a side headlock, quickly taking her down to the canvas with a side headlock slam. He keeps the hold intact, licking his lips as he gradually brings them both back up to their feet. Sour Candy pushes Storm back into the ropes and launches him off into the opposite ropes, Storm rebounds and greets Candy with a shoulder barge. He heads off to the ropes again, with Sour Candy swivelling across the canvas and attempting to trip Storm from a grounded base, but he skips over her. He bounces off of the opposite ropes, and this time ducks under a leapfrogging Sour Candy. Once again he comes off of the ropes and this time, Sour Candy greets him with a front dropkick! Storm stumbles across the canvas before rolling to the outside of the ring to grab a breather, latching onto the railing.
Aiello: Both athletes are looking sharp with some early exchanges, with Candy just having the upper hand after landing that front dropkick.
Bennett: Storm better be wary of Sour Candy, she's as quick as they come and if you let her move around, that's when she'll strike you.
Sour Candy rolls herself outside the ring and heads towards a recovering Storm. She clubs him round the back with a vicious forearm before attempting to throw him into the apron, but Storm reverses, forcing Candy to smash her back into the edge of the apron. She winces, arching her back as she staggers forwards into the path of Storm, who grapples her and before delivering a Northern lights suplex.
Aiello: Northern lights suplex on the outside from Storm!
Your Hero and Mine grabs Candy, rolling her back into the ring before rolling himself back in. He goes for the pin...
ONE...
TWO - Sour Candy kicks out.
Storm gets to his feet and goes straight to work on Sour Candy, delivering a few stiff kicks as she struggles to make it to her feet. Candy holds onto the ropes, enforcing a break and the referee tries to get in-between as Storm continues to deliver kicks to legs of Sour Candy. He backs away once the referee reaches the count of five, winking at him afterwards. Storm then goes to grab Sour Candy but she pokes him in the eye, blinding him as he holds his head in his hands, wincing. Sour Candy pounces on Storm, taking him down with a Lou Thesz press and mounting on top of him, connecting with several clear strikes to the head of Storm. Storm manages to squirm his leg over to the ropes and enforce the break. Candy get's off of him, dragging him by his foot towards the centre of the ring. Storm uses his free foot to break Candy's grip on him, kipping up afterwards and delivering a bicycle knee to Candy! She falls to a knee, wobbling her head around as the referee asks whether she's okay. Storm takes off to the ropes, adrenaline rushing through him as he bounces off of them and leaps forwards with his knee's - however Candy evades! Storm turns around and Sour Candy connects with Bitter Truth (codebreaker).
Aiello: Sour Candy with Bitter Truth!
Bennett: Right when I thought Storm may have had her for the beating!
Candy hooks his legs...
ONE..
TWO...
TH -
Aiello: Storm kicks out!
Bennett: These two are not giving up out here tonight, we've got ourselves a fight!
Sour Candy and Storm rise from a kneeling position, greeting each other with forearm strikes as they work themselves back up to their feet. Once they're up, the tempo changes and the strikes come at a faster pace, with the two trying to out strike each other in the centre of the ring. Sour Candy delivers a sickening enziguri kick that forces Storm down to a knee. She positions Storm in The Unsweetened Ending (Sister Abigail) going for a kiss on the head, but he gets out of it, managing to get in behind her - he performs a German suplex on Candy! He doesn't let go of the waist control, bringing Candy and himself back up before launching her down with another German. Once again, he has the waist control still intact.
Aiello: Storm's looking for a hattrick!
He lifts her up and over for the third consecutive suplex, bridging into a pin afterwards!
ONE..
TWO...
Sour Candy kicks out!
Storm heads to the top rope as Sour Candy gradually makes it back to her feet. Storm launches himself towards her, managing to connect with his signature missile kick from the top rope, forcing Sour Candy backwards as she crashes to the canvas! Storm kips himself back up to his feet afterwards, roaring as the crowd roar with him - a grin begins to stretch on his face as he signals the end of the match. As Candy struggles to get to her feet, Storm pounces immediately, rushing towards her as she latches onto the ropes, he delivers his signature Shoot to Kill bicycle knee to the back of her head!
Aiello: I think Sour Candy's head might've recoiled after that Shoot to Kill knee from Storm!
Bennett: That was impressive Joe, I've gotta admit.
Storm gets on the apron and prepares himself as Sour Candy groggily struggles to her feet once more, she staggers towards the centre of the ring whilst Storm slingshot flipping over the top rope and goes for the lariat on Candy, but she ducks underneath it - Storm turns around and is met with The Bitter Truth (Codebreaker) from Sour Candy!
Aiello: Wow, Sour Candy has just turned this around!
Bennett: Goddamn what a strike.
Sour Candy brings Storm back to his feet, in position for her finishing move The Unsweetened End (Sister Abigail), kissing him on the forehead before planting him down on the canvas. She covers him...
ONE..
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner via pinfall, SOUR CANDY!
The referee has Sour Candy's right arm high in the sky as the fans cheer and applaud.
Aiello: What a win for Sour Candy over Mark Storm in what was an impressive bout between the two.
Bennett: Absolutely Joe, these two really went at it hard but Sour Candy proved to be too much for Storm!
Aiello: Folks, later tonight we see Rebel Rhodes defend the FX Championship against Caleb Scott, but I'm told we have an interview from earlier today with the champ herself!
With that, the X-Tron flickers to life...
Taped earlier, we find the blond haired Rebel seated in a leather armchair in a dark room with a faceless interviewer off camera. She sports a red suit jacket, a half mesh black tank top, blue jeans, and Converse sneakers. The FX Broadcast Championship sits comfortably upon her lap. When the questions are asked, there is a black screen with white text showing the question on it.
Thank you for coming, Melinda!
Rebel: Thank you for having me.
When did you get into professional wrestling?
Rebel: Late 2000, I walked into a wrestling school, started training, and about three months later, I had my first booking at a local indie show in GA. I was an angry 18 year old who wanted to just go out there and wrestle her ass off.
Can you tell us some memorable moments from that time, such as notable matches, accomplishments, and the like?
Mel chuckles a bit, nodding.
Rebel: I kinda’ wish I did alot of things differently back then. A big theme in my life is that I always thought of myself as being worth more than I actually was. Talk big, act big, believe in yourself. I was a goddamn handful even into my 30’s. I’d say winning the Diamond Back Wrestling Championship in December of 2006 from “Nefarious” Darius Kicklighter. Big son of a bitch, but it was a fun match. It was that match, in fact, that’d later get me noticed when Youtube started up not too much later and tape trading became a thing of the past.
What were some of the difficulties early in your career?
Rebel: If I’m being honest? Back in the day, ladies were looked at as jokes and sex symbols in the sport. It didn’t matter how much I fought my ass off, many promoters wanted me to wear skimpy outfits, show off my ass, bare as much tit as possible, and I’m like, nah, I ain’t into this sexy fuck puppet game. I’m a legit competitor and I wanted to be treated as such. Despite the big win in 2006, I’d largely be a valet or novelty hanging off some dude’s arm trying to make them shine because they couldn’t get over on their own. It was frustrating, but I did the best I could.
Rebel: If I’m being honest? I had a chip on my shoulder for years after 2012. My greatest triumph and one of my worst moments all wrapped into one painful bundle. I had won the biggest title I ever had at the time and was riding a pretty big high, then shit went south and I was forced to leave. I carried that chip and an inflated ego about my abilities as without me? The company died outright. I should’ve seen it as how small the pond I was swimming in truly was, for a good wrestling company can persevere with the loss of even the biggest names. It soldiers on and endures, like my own company has throughout these last few years and EWC certainly has for over 20 years. I’d say losing my job in EWC was a big wakeup call and while I didn’t see it at first, eventually I came to realize that I wasn’t the hot shit I thought I was and that I had to reverse the attitude, give more, and realize that it ain’t always about me, you know?
A perfect segue, Mrs. Rhodes. You run a wrestling company while competing on the Brawl brand. What led you to becoming a promoter and why?
Rebel: Initially I started as General Manager for a company called Galactic Wrestling and came to find that my previous knowledge as a wrestler combined with years of doing side businesses kinda’ helped out in big ways. I knew what worked in the ring and already had a pretty good idea of how to utilize talent. Eventually I took over the company completely when the ownership stopped having a role in things. I had the financial capital to run it myself. It was rebranded shortly after to Southern Rebellion Wrestling and it’s been going strong for the last 4 years despite shake ups and some really rough patches.
Do you think it will interfere with your EWC goals?
Rebel: Nah. I got a bunch of talented people behind the scenes that keep the books on track, my husband even helping out from time to time, and my roster is pretty popping right now. Always looking for more though.
She chuckles a bit.
You once held the EWC Brawl International Championship. Think you’ll take it back one day?
Rebel: Of course I do. The beauty of pro wrestling is that eventually, we all get our moment in the sun. I thought I pissed it all away in 2018 but having gotten back into an EWC ring and now to have been holding this Broadcast Championship right here…
The Rebel Star places the FX Championship on her shoulder and pats it.
Rebel: …I’d say that’s a testament that ANYTHING can happen in this sport. Any-Fucking-Thing. The only thing that can stop you is you. No one else can be blamed if you fall short of the big goal in EWC. I was humbled to lose it all and to be allowed this great comeback? You better believe I’m gunning for it and hell, as I said at Stranglemania, I’m aiming for even bigger prizes. It’s not a question of if, but when and when it do? I’m going to do what I do every night… beat those odds.
What about your match against Caleb Scott?
Rebel: Caleb’s a hard guy for sure. Dude’s got the talent and the skills to take the gold, but does he have the strength of will to overcome this force of nature. Like Lzzy Hale sang in a great song called Black Vultures….
Mel starts to sing freestyle.
Rebel: I don't give in, I don't give up! I won't ever let it break me! I'm on fire! I'm a fighter! I'll forever be the last one standing….
She shoots a grin back at the interviewer.
Our time is almost up, but is there anything you’d like to say, Mel?
Rhodes looks directly at the camera with an intense stare.
Rebel: To my fans; I wanna’ say, Ya’ll have been wonderful and I will always and forever be grateful. Thank you for having my back. To Danny Mac; EWC President, Thank you for this wonderful opportunity and I hope I never let you down again my friend. This ain’t ass kissing, this is genuine. You’re the greatest man. Lastly, to Caleb Scott; You’re in for the fight of your life tonight. You, me, and gold on the line… You’ll give me plenty. I’m sure I’ll bleed and be bruised and battered. We’re gonna’ fight like nobody else on this card and when it’s all said and done, you’ll know what it means to face “The Rebel Star” Melinda Rhodes and why it’ll be one of the hardest fought matches in your career to date.
Mel pats the title once more as we move to a commercial break.
The camera cuts to the announcers table where we find Joe Aiello and Steve ‘The Predator’ Bennett.
Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen tonight we were scheduled to have the New International Champion Xavier Reid face off against Darius in a X-Division Match here at ‘Throwback’ Brawl, however, as reported first by Patricia Wolfe on the Word of the Wolfe Pack Darius sustained multiple injuries in the Flaming X match against X-Division Champion El Pablo at Stranglemania…
Bennett: The fact that either of them sons o' bitches were able to walk away from the match was incredible…
Aiello: Many are saying that might have been the best X-Division match in the history of the EWC but it did come at a cost and we here at Brawl are hoping for a speedy recovery for Darius…
Bennett: As much as I would have loved to have seen Reid and Darius tear this place apart under X-Division rules, the match we were treated to at StrangleMania more than makes up for us missing out on this match.
Aiello: And maybe Tommy Love can use this time to get Xavier’s head straight and get him into the right mindset as he prepares to defend his newly won International Championship.
Bennett: Xavier’s mind is just fine, he’s on top of the world right now, the 3 time International Champion, he’s reset the International Championship record books and we once again have a champion we can be proud of.
Aiello: Gabrielle…
Bennett: Can come out here and make all the threats she wants but the facts are we are crowning a new #1 Contender here tonight in either King Flip or Stitches…
Aiello: Which is unfair…
Bennett: Cry us a river, Jim Connors was going off the belief that Gabi was going to be out for TWO MONTHS…that would have been every Brawl from #580 to Hardcore Revolution and time had to move on without her…
Aiello: And yet the second and third doctors said she’s only out ONE MONTH and she’ll be back at #582…wait…what…
Joe Aiello puts his finger to his earpiece as Steve Bennett does the same…
Aiello: Xavier Reid is doing what…
Bennett: Well get a camera back there you stupid sons of bitches…
The camera cuts away from Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett and goes backstage where we find Xavier Reid in full assault mode on EWC Enhancement Talent Peach Gelato, he bends down over her and delivers repeated right fist to her face as ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love looks on and runs interference on those looking to break up ‘the fight’. Xavier stands up and pulls Peach Gelato up by her hair and rams her face first into the cement wall, busting the poor girl open.
Aiello: SOMEONE GET BACK THERE AND BREAK THIS UP!!!
Bennett: NO, you saw Xavier’s Tweet earlier this week, he said he will have his Throwback X-Division match here tonight and it looks like he’s having that match…
Aiello: Peach Gelato isn’t scheduled to be here tonight…
Bennett: And yet there she is, making her Brawl Main Brand Debut, lucky girl…
Aiello: DOES SHE LOOK LUCKY TO YOU…
Xavier reaches down and grabs a handful of Peach’s hair and begins to drag her along as he heads towards gorilla position. A Brawl Staffer comes running towards them but Tommy jumps in front of Xavier and hits the man with ‘The Love Stick’. He wildly swings it around causing the other staff members to back away and allow Xavier to march forwards, dragging Peach Gelato behind him like a caveman would drag his kill.
Reid: YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED AWAY GABI…YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU SHOWED YOUR FACE HERE TONIGHT!!!
Aiello: That’s NOT Gabi, Xavier’s lost his damn mind…
Bennett: He seems just fine to me…
Xavier drags her up the steps and through gorilla and as he reaches the other side of the curtain he reaches down and uses his other hand to grab her jeans and he literally tosses her out onto the stage…the fans don’t know what to think but as Xavier and Tommy step through the curtain the boos reign down on the International Champion and his manager…Tommy runs past Peach Gelato and Xavier and down towards the ring. He makes it ringside and snatches the microphone away from Jessica Stroup.
Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under X-Division Rules!!! Introducing first, from Wellington, New Zealand…weighting in tonight at 132 lbs…PEACH GELATO!!!
The fans inside the old Arrowhead Pond (Honda Center) continue to boo as Xavier drags Peach towards the ring by her hair…
Love: And her opponent, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada…weighing in tonight at 220 lbs…HE IS the Reigning and TRUE International Champion…XAVIER REID!!!!
Tommy points ‘The Love Stick’ at Xavier and he shoves Peach under the bottom rope and into the ring…
Love: Now ring the damn bell….RING IT!!!
The time keeper refuses so Tommy shoves him aside and rings the bell for him…
DING DING DING
Aiello: This is NOT an official match here tonight ladies and gentlemen…
Bennett: Like hell it isn’t, the bell has been rung Joe…and we are under way…
Xavier points at Tommy to get a chair as he makes his way into the ring. Tommy grabs the chair the time keeper was sitting on and folds it up and slides it into the ring to his client. Xavier picks up the chair and raises it above his head and brings it down hard across Peach Gelato’s back and then raises the chair back over his head and brings it down again and again and again as the sold out crowd boos the champion…
Reid: WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU GABI…I BROKE YOU!!! I BROKE YOU!!! I BROKE YOU!!! AND I’LL DO IT AGAIN!!!
Xavier kicks Peach over and places the chair down over her face, he grabs her but both of her arms and begins to stomp on the chair with the Fuck You Stomp…
Aiello: WE NEED HELP OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!
Bennett: I take back my earlier statement, this might be the most brutal X-Division Match we’ve ever seen!!!
Xavier let’s go of Peach’s arms and picks up the chair as Tommy slides into the ring and opens his jacket, there around his waist is the EWC International Championship AND the black and white referee shirt. He smiles as Xavier puts the chair around the wrist of Peach Gelato and then smacks her across the face.
Reid: I’LL BREAK YOUR WRIST AGAIN GABI!!! I’LL DO IT…I SWEAR I’LL DO IT GABI!!!
Xavier runs towards the ropes, rebounds off them and jumps into the air and stomps on the chair that is around the wrist of Peach Gelato…she screams out in pain as she grabs her wrist. Xavier looks at Tommy, with pure rage in his eyes…
Reid: GIVE ME MY CHAMPIONSHIP AND STAND THE BITCH UP!!!
Tommy unhooks the championship and hands it to Xavier as he walks over and picks Peach up, locks her in full nelson as Xavier cocks the International Championship back…
Aiello: SERIOUSLY SOMEONE…
But before Joe can continue ‘Am I Brave Enough?’ hits and the crowd goes wild…Xavier snaps around and looks towards the curtain with blind rage on his face as Tommy lets Peach Gelato go and she drops to the mat. He pushes her out of the ring as he picks up ‘The Love Stick’ and looks ready for a fight…
Reid: I BROKE YOU!!! I’LL BREAK YOU AGAIN DAMN IT!!!
Aiello: It’s Gabi Vee!
Bennett: It would be a really bad thing for Gabi to come down to the ring right now. I think Xavier hasn’t quite taken out enough of his frustrations.
Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett both recoil as someone hops the railing behind them and pushes up onto the announcer's table.
Bennett: What the fuck?!
As Bennett and Aiello recover from the shock, Gabrielle Visconty leaps from the announcer’s table and onto the side of the ring. Tommy notices Gabi springboard off the ropes a little too late to react, and she catches Xavier full on in the back with a front flip missile drop kick, sending him flat on his face. Tommy slides out under the bottom ropes as Gabi pops back to her feet and sets her sights on him. Gabi spots the International title sitting on the edge of the ring and dives for it. Tommy reaches into the ring and grabs the International Championship before Gabi can get to it. Xavier in the meantime has gotten back on his feet and he turns to come face to face with Gabi. Xavier cracks Gabi with a right hand that staggers her back a step. Gabi ducks under his next shot and punches him in the gut. The two Brawl Superstars explode in the center of the ring as they trade shots with each other as Brawl Security finally hits the ring and separates them…they manage to remove Xavier from the ring as Tommy runs over to them but Xavier screams back up to the ring and towards Gabi…
Reid: I BROKE YOU!!! I BROKE YOU!!! I BROKE YOU!!!
Visconty: AND IT STILL WASN’T ENOUGH TO PUT ME DOWN!!!
Gabi screams back at Xavier as she tries to go after him, security pulling her back as she claws at the ropes.
Aiello: Regardless of what happens later tonight between King Flip and Stitches I think we can all agree we need to see Gabi v. Xavier One More Time!!!
Bennett: Let them kill each other…come on Jim Connors!!!
As security drags Xavier up the ramp Gabi shrugs security off her. She slides out of the ring and kneels next to Peach Gelato’s unconscious body as she checks on her. She waves desperately for the medical staff with concern on her face.
Back from commercial, the camera cuts to Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett at ringside.
Aiello: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's been a crazy night so far and now we are just minutes away, hopefully, from the FX Broadcast Championship between Caleb Scott and Rebel Rhodes. Although, we still have not been able to confirm Caleb Scott’s whereabouts.
Bennett: Damn right, Joe. We’re not sure if Caleb will still be in this match, we don’t even know if the sumbitch is in the building. Nobody has been able to contact him since Stranglemania.
As Joe and Steve are talking, the arena goes pitch black. The crowd begins to calm as they try to figure out what is happening.
Aiello: Whoa, what is this?
The arena stays black for a few seconds before a single beam of light from above the ring shines directly down to the center of the ring. The camera zooms into the ring and through smoke we see a skull sitting in the middle of the ring with “RR” carved into the forehead.
Aiello: Look at that! We’ve seen that before. The single beam of light, the skull, the 2 R’s in the skull must mean Rebel Rhodes. This is Caleb Scott! He’s here, Steve. The FX Championship match will happen.
Bennett: I guess he’s letting everyone know that he is here, and he is ready to whoop some ass. It looks like we’ll have our match after all.
The single beam of light turns off and after a few more seconds, the arena lights turn back on.
Aiello: Well, it looks like things are back to normal and Caleb Scott is here so let’s get on with the FX Championship match.
TRAVELING THE RHODES OF GOLD!
[SINGLES MATCH]
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
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| Caleb Scott | Rebel Rhodes |
We return to ringside where Paul Turner is diligently checking over the ring, and testing the ropes for the championship contest to come.
Aiello: From the devastation of Darius to the reign of Rebel Rhodes, we are back with the third attempted defense of our FX Broadcast Champion. She fell just short of an opportunity at the big one, but she remains a fighting champion, and she's got a fight on her hands tonight.
Bennett: Are you kidding me? This isn't a fight, it's a war, and that spooky ass Caleb Scott just rolled out of a warzone to even be here. This man is hurt, he is hungry, and he is dangerous. If Rhodes wants to keep that strap, she's gonna need to put her damn life on the line tonight.
Stroup: The following match is for one fall, and is for the FX Broadcast Championship. Joining us first, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds ... CALEB SCOTT!
Lights go black as Ze Nigmar plays. Lights stay off as song intro plays. Once the drums in the song start, a single beam of light from above the ring shoots to the stage as Caleb Scott rises from the floor through a ring of white smoke. He is on one knee with his arms spread to the side, fists clenched. Caleb begins to slowly walk to the ring as a short row of fire ignites on either side of the entrance ramp. As Caleb goes up the steps and into the ring, the single beam of light following him the entire time. He stands in the middle of the ring and stretches his arm out of the side as he drops to one knee. Holding them parallel to the floor as the ring fills with smoke before the lights turn back on.
Stroup: And his opponent...
# SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME!
The arena lights black out...
# DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOOVVVEE A BAD NAME!
# F****CK YAAAOOOUUUU!!!
In perfect timing with the opening guitar riffs, A row of pyro columns explode into brilliant white sparks that rain down on the corrugated steel illuminating a single curvaceous figure standing in the middle of it with her hands on her hips. The lights come back to full intensity as Atreyu's cover of "You Give Love a Bad Name" continues to play out over the house speaker, revealing more of that figure. Her hair is dyed black and spiked, lips painted to a satin red finish with thick black liner and smokey eye shadow surrounding almost hypnotic hazel eyes, and an edgy smile that grabs your attention almost as much as her tattoo covered body does. Her attire consists of tight jeans, a fringed red and blue leather vest, black wrestling boots, black knee pads, red, white, and blue armbands, a massive black leather belt that reads “REBEL” across the equally impressive ornately detailed buckle, and a silver neck chain sporting a small chrome spade and skull locket. On her shoulder rests the EWC TV FX Broadcast Championship.
Stroup: FROM ROME, GEORGIA, STANDING IN AT FIVE FEET AND TEN INCHES TALL, WEIGHING IN AT ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE POUNDS ... “THE REBEL STAR” ... MMMMEELLLLINDAAAA RRRRHOOOODDDDDDEEESSSSSS!!!
Throwing her hands into the air and pointing to the ceiling, Rhodes makes her way down the ramp. Halfway down the ramp, she drops her hands and breaks into a dead run, diving over the apron and under the ropes and sliding across the canvas and skidding to a halt as she rises to one knee, casting those deep brown eyes at the crowd. Still smiling, she rises to a stand and makes her way to the nearest turnpost.
Melinda grabs the top rope and vaults herself onto that turnpost facing the crowd, standing on that rather precarious perch and showing absolutely no fear as she rises up and throws three fingered salutes to the crowd. Taking firm hold of her belt, she then dips back and back flips off, landing on the canvas and backs up right into the opposing corner where she leans, lifting her championship high over her head!
DING DING DING
Caleb Scott simply stands there, staring, as Melinda Rhodes explodes into action, launching into a headlong sprint at her challenger. Only the ghost of a smirk betrays the intent to fight as the man is seized into a tight arm drag, body turning a pleasing arc in the air before he crashes to the mat, held in an armbar that he promptly stacks up like it was nothing, turning into a mount on the Rebel. Scott rains down heavy fists, across the face and ribcage.
Rhodes weathers the storm, bucks her hips, and slithers out in the brief opening. Caleb turns with her though, bringing his legs up to lock them around her neck and drive her back to the mat. It's a tight hold, and his stare remains just as intent, making this look easy in spite of his injuries. But the champion is equally unwilling to lose ground this early; emphatically so, as with an awful crack she dislocates her own shoulder and frees herself from trouble. She's gasping as she gets to her feet, where she's immediately walked down by Scott. He swings, and she weaves under, right arm hanging limp as she hurls a comparatively weakened hook with the left. Scott takes it, and fires back with a high knee to the jaw that launches Rebel back onto the mat!
She keeps rolling off her dislocated shoulder, a scream of pain exuded as she kips into an up-kick, returning fire to Scott's jaw with enough vim that he stumbles back, putting a hand to his chin. It's all the opening Rhodes needs to dive into a roll, hooking the legs and scoring an early roll-up!
ONE
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KICKOUT!
Aiello: The champ nearly picking up an early win here!
Bennett: She's gonna have to do a bit more than that to take Caleb Scott down, Joe!
Caleb Scott simply will not be denied. He doesn't just kick out, but surges straight to his feet, and seizes Rhodes up into a chokeslam position. She fights back, jams a boot into his knee, and as he drops her she steps in and simply, savagely headbutts him. Scott stumbles back again, then reverses his motion sublimely to explode into a spear! Rhodes LAUGHS as she sprawls out, shaking her head in disbelief as one of her best moves is used against her; and she fights back with every ounce of no-quit attitude, but Scott is the stronger and drives her back, back into the turnbuckle. The Rebel loses all the air in her lungs, and is easy prey for a methodical superplex!!
Both competitors are down for a disquieting moment or two, Scott flopping insensibly as his injuries appear to catch up with him after a strong offensive effort. Rhodes is unmoving for longer, but it's the crowd that makes the difference here...
"LET'S GO REB-EL!"
"FUCK HIM UP!"
"LET'S GO REB-EL!"
"FUCK HIM UP!"
She's been a strong champion, and the EWC faithful know it. Rebel sits up as the chant reaches its noisy climax, grinning ear-to-ear, holding up a finger to the crowd as she gets to her feet and steps toward the corner post. Scott sits up now too, a dark frown shot to the packed arena, as driven to spoil this moment as Rebel is to ride it out and come back swinging; or perhaps, nearly so. There's a second, awful crack and the chant diminishes into shocked groans as Rhodes forcibly. finally pops her shoulder back into its joint. She's in agony.
It calls to Caleb Scott like the very pipes of doom. He's THERE, running in as she falls to her knees, increasing her discomfort and pain with an hellacious knee strike! The Grim Death! Rhodes isn't smiling any more, as she bounces off the turnbuckle and collapses face first.
Scott drags her to the center of the ring, and makes the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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NO!
Aiello: Close call for the challenger!
Bennett: Definitely showing his toughness and grit here after all that!
It's Rhodes' turn to surge to vertical, hissing in pain, stumbling straight to the ropes to recover further. The fans rally behind her once more, and she pumps a fist in the air, rhythmically, urging them to be her battle drum. Scott rises and stalks her down, draws back his own fist to strike - and then eats a reverse elbow strike to the temple. It's crisp, clean, impactful; and leaves him wide open for Rhodes to weave in once more, this time following up with jabs and hooks to the midsection, smoothly ducking the attempts to counter by the very capable brawler.
The crowd reaches a fever pitch as she bobs into the center line and then comes in hard with a Rhodes Kill! Showing Caleb how it's done with a spear of her own, she absolutely rails the larger man into the canvas, landing on her knees beside him with some jaw-jacking and a middle finger for good measure. Scott's chest rises and falls in large, fluttering bursts as he struggles to regain breath - but, disturbingly, he still stares upward, eyes wide and clear. Rhodes sees this and backs off, swearing, stepping into the corner where she beckons for the man to rise.
He does so, and she immediately launches in, hitting him with a second Rhodes Kill! He sits up JUST as immediately from this one, as if gaining strength from the profound punishment laid upon him. He yells hoarsely, coming alive, points at his jaw, growls something dark and bloody-minded at the Rebel. She shakes her head, and hits the ropes, Power Slides through his legs, kips up as he tries to round on her from an unsuccessful swing. She goes for her Shot, but it's blocked! Scott SNEERS, shoves her away, then steps in to capitalize on the stumble, scooping her up for a suplex...
And, as he turns, reverses into a powerbomb. Black Night! He covers!
ONE
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TWO
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NO!!
Rhodes kicks out, and then kicks a second time - into Scott's face. She's screaming now, as she kicks and stomps him into the mat, doing anything she can to keep this challenger down. He's already starting to rise the instant she stops attacking, so she slams a hard fist between his eyes and turns, throwing herself up onto the turnbuckle. Scott is stirring, starting to sit up, when she kisses her fingers, throws them out to the fans, and then whirls into the Rebel Star Press! And the cover!
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: Your winner, via pinfall, and STILL the FX Broadcast Champion ... MELINDA RHODES!
The champion is breathless, a familiar sight as she stands, smiling widely, basking in the applause and the glory of another successful defense. She never quite seems to believe it, but she's ecstatic to be here, and to win; accepting the title graciously, with just a small stumble from the rigors of her match as she moves to each turnbuckle and throws the FX Broadcast Championship skyward, to a surge from each quadrant of the crowd. This is her church, these are her people... and she's here to stay, back to fight on the next Brawl!
Aiello: Scott brought everything he had left to this match, surviving the Hellevator to mount a serious challenge on our champion, but Rhodes has the grit and experience to deal with seemingly anything that gets thrown at her. In what many would say the twilight of her career, she remains on top with - it must be said - some serious authority. What's it going to take to unseat her?
Bennett: Well, just a little more than that, is your answer. Scott faltered at the end, he didn't hit her with everything he had - that's where I disagree with you! He's got bigger guns than he showed here. Next time, it won't end like this. Enjoy it while you can!
Aiello: Folks, we're just moments away from our next match as Antoni Malietoa takes on Ruthann Hunter...but it seems we have an announcement from our General Manager, Jim Connors!
With that we cut backstage to the GM's office...
We go backstage, where GM Jim Connors is standing by...and he does NOT look pleased!
Connors: Ladies and gentlemen, I've had to deal with a lot of flack the past few weeks...and after what I saw earlier tonight between Xavier Reid and Gabrielle Visconty, I knew I had to make an announcement on the International Championship situation.
The GM calms himself down a bit, choosing his next words carefully.
Connors: Miss Visconty has insisted that she is ready to compete and go after the championship...but as her General Manager, I'm advising against it until we KNOW she's ready. As for the title itself, I've taken it upon myself to announce that the winner of tonight's main event WILL face Xavier Reid for the EWC International Championship at Hardcore Revolution! Best of luck, gentlemen!
The crowd pops for the announcement as we move to a commercial break.
VIDEO PACKAGE: We see highlights from the early career of EWC Hall of Famer Ruthann Hunter, including her big win as a former EWC Champion setting the foundation for the title we now know as the EWC Undisputed Championship. We then move to highlights of Antoni Malietoa, including the recent tear he's been on in both singles and tag team competition. From there we cut to a face-to-face graphic promoting both competitors, before we go to ringside!
A HALL OF FAME MOTHER SEEKS REVENGE!
[SINGLES MATCH]
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| Antoni Malietoa | Ruthann Hunter |
We return to ringside where Paul Turner and Josh Daniels trade places for the penultimate contest of the evening.
Aiello: From the FX Broadcast Championship to this, fascinating collision between an incredibly potent tag team specialist and the woman, the myth, the hardcore legend; Ruthann Hunter. The Samoan Warrior is hard-hitting for sure, but he could be out of his element here, Steve.
Bennett: Oh, for sure. Ruthann is on a roll, and she could have vengeance in mind, too! Antoni Malietoa told us himself, he almost stopped her son's career dead just to get a hard-earned win with KU a few weeks back. Now it's payback time, and the Queen Bee of EWC has a wicked-ass sting!
Stroup: The following match is for one fall. Joining us first...
Fog engulfs the entrance ramp, highlighted by green lights as "Be Somebody" by Fort Minor begins to play throughout the arena.
This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say
That we ought to live their way, what we're doing's not okay
In this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much to take?
Too much weight?
Ladies and gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now, please shout back
We're not the only ones feeling so trapped
In a dream of somebody else, in fact
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back
From the smoke emerges Antoni Malietoa with his eyes wide and arms out to his sides. As the fog clears, Antoni takes a step forward as he psychs him self up with a yell. The crowd begins to cheer for the Great Warrior.
Stroup: Making his way to the ring from Apia, Samoa by way of Auckland, New Zealand, weighing in at two hundred and fifty four pounds ... he is the Samoan Warrior ... ANTONI MALI-E-TOA!
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.
Stroup: And his opponent, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at two hundred pounds ... RUTHLESS AGGRESSION, RUTHANN HUNTER!
Centuries by Fall Out Boys came on over the speakers as smoke filled the top of the X Tron as she step out of the smoke with Rose Lee. She takes in the crowd with a bit of a smirk walking down the ramp playing to them a bit before climbing in. She walk over to the side take off her jacket and hand over to her manager at ringside, testing the ropes getting ready.
DING DING DING
The opening lock-up is positively friendly, with just a small hesitation by Ruthann - the slow, steady drawing of a breath - before she takes the big man's invitation, exchanging counter-holds in the center of the ring. Antoni muscles the legend back into a bridge, and she spins out to establish a hammerlock, driving him toward the corner. Shaking his head with a smile, the big man sprawls out and drives her back, putting extra torque on his own arm as he turns at the hip to hook a leg and bring Hunter off-balance, dragging her down into a snug headlock.
The crowd noise is rampant, dueling chants going up for both fighters as Ruthann fights back with sharp strikes to the ribs, stomps a foot, but can do nothing to break the hold of the powerful Samoan. With a game, focused grin to the fans, he releases Ruthann momentarily, only to step in and seize the underhooks, hauling her into a massive belly-to-belly suplex to a tremendous pop!
Hunter takes it like the champion she once was, rolling from the impact back onto her feet, putting a hand to her brow. At ringside, her manager Rose Lee yells for her attention, and hops up onto the apron to tell her something. Malietoa frowns, spreading his arms wide, questioning what's happening, and Ruthann holds up a finger to stall him, then shakes her head at Lee. The other woman shrugs and drops down, as Hunter turns back to her foe and beckons him on.
Antoni obliges with a curt nod, ducking in close to draw a response from Ruthless Aggression. Her jab and haymaker go wide, and the Samoan straightens up to smash her with a crunching forearm, comboing into a second across the back of the shoulders to drop her low, attempting to slide smoothly in and hit a ripcord Malosi DDT to showcase his advantage thus far! N-No!! Ruthann rips herself free, screams, sweeps the leg, and seizes control with a snap suplex so powerful it sends Malietoa straight into the corner post. He's made of tough stuff, and doesn't go down, turning back to the fight only to eat a Stinger Splash that causes the crowd to positively XPLODE as the veteran Hunter gains the upper hand!
Aiello: Man, what impact that was from Ruthann Hunter!
Bennett: Crowd's loving this ruthless aggression, Joe! You love to see it!
Malietoa stumbles out of the corner, and Ruthann pauses to breathe a thank you to the rabid fans before exploding from the corner with a storm of strikes, pounding lefts and rights to the brawny midsection, then seizing Antoni by the head and planting him with a bulldog. She rolls him up quickly, punching the air as the crowd chants along with the count like it was a legit finish!
"ONE!"
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"TWO!"
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"OOooOOH!"
Malietoa kicks out with authority, rises back to his feet and grabs the veteran for a short-arm clothesline, before scooping her up into a bodyslam and stepping to the ropes, shaking them with a roar that's echoed by the packed arena. Ruthann is quick to her feet, wincing in pain as her condition already begins to worsen, but gamely responding to Rose Lee's urging to "get the fuck up and fight!" She beckons once more to the Warrior, who nods his respect, and offers another lock-up.
This time it's Ruth who gets the advantage, quickly bundling her hulking foe into a snug hammerlock, then picking him up for an atomic drop! The crowd 'ooooh' obligingly, but fail to turn on Ruthann, who acknowledges the frantic applause of her manager before seizing the doubled Samoan into position for a powerbomb. She takes a moment, steeling herself, and then ROARS as she hoists him up over her head, seating him on her shoulders and then launching him toward the ropes with the Old School! He hits gut-first across the top rope, almost bounces clean out of the ring, but catches himself dexterously and lands on the other side, taking a knee on the apron. Clearly rattled.
Ruthann presses her storm of offense, copying her opponent in shaking the ropes and yelling to the crowd - who yell back, naturally. Then, she takes off at a sprint to spear the big man right through the middle rope, into a brutal collision with the unyielding floor outside the ring!
Aiello: Oh my! Those two just took a bad fall there!
Bennett: Something's going to give eventually here Joe, I just know it!
It's almost all Ruthann to this point, and now she finds herself in her element outside the ring, looking around instinctively for weapons. Rose Lee is there, waiting, tossing her a kendo stick that Ruthann catches without thinking, and as Malietoa rises, bleary-eyed, she's ready to swing. The crowd are mixed on this, finally turning out of her favor, a few boos and jeers erupting along with an emerging chant:
"PLEASE DON'T DO IT!" clap-clap clapclapclap "PLEASE DON'T DO IT!"
Hunter scowls, snarls, and throws the kendo stick aside, opting to sling herself at Malietoa with a lariat instead. She all but BOUNCES off his chest, as he flexes into it, a warrior's roar on his lips as he dares her to do it again. She obliges, and he takes a second mighty blow. Again! He bids her, and this time she spins before launching a third, massive clothesline, leaving her feet in a horizontal leap in a final bid to take the brute down! This time, he catches her.
Malietoa scoops Ruthann up, distinctly says, "I'm sorry," in range of the fans at ringside, and then runs her across the outside into the barricade, leaving her in a devastated pile as he returns to the ring. He has one foot through the ropes when he stops, shakes his head, and returns, the count broken. Ruthann is picked up, and slung across his shoulder, whereon he proceeds to roll her into the ring and take his place beside her, hauling her upright to measure her for stiff forearm strikes.
The fans are behind them both again now, as Ruthann awakens and responds with kicks of her own, going low and then to the midsection, eating another big arm to the chest before breaking out a crescent kick to the temple that staggers Malietoa onto one knee. Now towering above him, she starts muttering to psyche herself up, looking for the finish as she seizes double underhooks...
...and picks up the Samoan Warrior for the Drop Zone. Down he goes, the facebuster shaking the entire ring as it lands, both their weight hitting the canvas, but only Ruthann able to make the cover!
"ONE!"
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"TWO!"
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"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Antoni Malietoa kicks out! Ruthann is sent sprawling, her face a mask of shock and panic, unable to believe she hasn't put him away! The Samoan Warrior rises like a conquering titan, wagging his finger in her face, extending a hand for the lock-up. She swats it away, and goes to smack him right between the eyes-- but Malietoa drops down into a spear! Hunter hits the canvas like she's been shot!
Roaring, the Samoan Warrior moves to his purpose with quick wit and accomplished technicality to match his tenacious power, hauling Ruthless Aggression up and getting her in place for a pump handle drop, pausing to let the roar of the capacity crowd settle in before reversing into a fallaway face plant--
--or emphatically NOT! Ruthann is the one who reverses, continuing to rise past the point of Malietoa's intended apex, launching herself off his broad shoulders to land behind him. She lands harshly, her braced knee almost giving way, and the crowd wavers in sympathy, but as quickly as it seems she's going to be undone, she hits the ropes - Malietoa turning in shock, as the wily woman lands on the bottom rope and springboards right on back, flipping over the big man's head!
Bringing him down with her as she catches him in a reverse guillotine! The X! Jason Hunter's X!
Ruthless Aggression rolls off a shoulder, gasping, frantic, covering the Great Warrior...
"ONE!"
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"TWO!
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"THREE!!!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall, RUTHANN HUNTER!
Ruthann is crying, sobs wracking her body as she pushes herself upright, throws her arms into the air. She remains on her knees, her arms lowering as she doubles over and clutches at the brace, shivering all over as her adrenaline crashes and the pain hits her all at once. Malietoa is down for a moment or two longer before he pushes himself onto all fours, looking out to the chanting, cheering crowd and then to Ruthann. Frowning, he stands... and then smiles, and offers a large hand down to the pain-wracked Hall of Famer.
Ruthann catches the gesture, looks up at her vanquished foe, and stares at him for several moments before taking his hand, dumbfounded by the gesture. She's brought to her feet with care and as much grace as Malietoa can gift her with his powerful body. Then, he throws her arm heavenward, to an incredible surge of appreciation from the EWC fans. Tears gleam in Ruthann's eyes, as Malietoa takes a knee beside her in a show of absolute humility.
Aiello: This is wonderful, what respect - and dignity in defeat - from Antoni Malietoa, a man who has lived up to his legacy here tonight. He gives respect where it's due - Ruthann had him on the back foot almost the entire match, bad knee and all. She can barely stand without his help, but she pinned him. You'd be forgiven for thinking she was ten years younger, Steve!
Bennett: Jesus. She really took it to him, and that man's a beast. Not enough blood or weaponry for my taste, but you can't deny, this was a match for the ages, and another mark in the annals of history for both fighters. Can she even walk, though? Doesn't matter. Looks like he's gonna help her.
Aiello: What an amazing contest this was! Folks, in just a moment we will have our main event as King Flip takes on Stitches! One of these men will become the new number one contender to the EWC International Championship...but it seems Flip has a statement to make backstage!
We go backstage to see what all the fuss is about ...
We go backstage where King Flip is waiting. He's decked out in all gold. His face, his ring gear, and a lavish robe with white feathers lining from the neckline down the front edges. Atop his head is a blond wig. The only bit of him that isn't gold are right around his eyes and across his lips. Those have been painted a charcoal black. Jubilation erupts throughout the arena as they recognize the King.
King Flip: Good eeeeeevening... Anaheim.
Head pauses, allowing the cheers to explode once more. He slowly turns around to show the fans the back of his robe, which reads: 'King TRUMPS Joker'. The King stops with his back to the camera and raises his arms as he takes a deep breath in.
King Flip: TONIGHT. In the maaaaain event-ah... of the eeeeevening. We will find out just how often the back of this robe rings true. The joker himself, our sweet little doll faced Stitchy, he may believe in his blackened heart that he wants it more. Yes, yeeessss. BUT FEAR NOT MY LOYAL PEONS. For the King comes prepared, and willing, and able, and forthright, and...
Chanel walks into view as bewildered as anybody else who hasn't experienced this side of the Ol' CHK.
Chanel: WHAT is you DOING?
Flip turns around, the moment ruined.
King Flip: I was just in the middle of telling the great peons of Anaheim that we were going to go entice, and elate, and tantalize, and... you look confused. Did you put the paper bag outside Reid's door, light it on fire, then bang on the door, then run away like I asked you to?
Chanel: Hell nah. That bag smelled like shit. I thought you was kiddin so I threw it out.
King Flip: Well, yeah. Of course it smelled like shit. It was shit. Only the freshest Taco Bell diarrhea for our Reidy Boy.
Chanel stares at her hands... then starts dry heaving as she exits stage left. The fans couldn't loge it more. Our King points directly at the viewfinder.
King Flip: There is no length I won't go. Reidy Boy, in the words of the great GOLDberg... you're next. First, I have to deal with this clown. I hope you're watching.
Flip winks to the camera and blows a kiss as we move to a commercial break.
PUNCHING A TICKET TO A FUTURE TITLE SHOT!
[SINGLES MATCH, WINNER BECOMES #1 CONTENDER TO THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP]
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| King Flip | Stitches |
We return to ringside where the crowd is gearing up for the main event!
Aiello: Here we go, folks! After a wild night we still have our main event up ahead, as King Flip faces Stitches with the winner becoming the number one contender to the International Championship!
Bennett: Both men are well aware of the situation that's unfolded the past few weeks between Gabi Vee and Xavier Reid, and they do NOT care...'cause they want their shot at the belt!
Stroup: The following match is a one-on-one match scheduled for one fall! The winner of this competition will become the number one contender to the International Championship! Joining us first, from The Carnival of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds ... STIIITCHEEES!
'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat in the music drops Stitches appears from behind the curtain. Stitches methodically makes his way down the entrance ramp with no care for the audience. 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. Stitches enters the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.
Stroup: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his manager, Chanel, from the land of money and fame, weighing in at 220 pounds ... He is the Benchmark of Brawl... KIIING FLIP!
The arena goes dark with the exception of patches of gold light flashing about. K I N G F L I P zooms from right to left on the X-Tron, followed by a massive golden pyro. 'Machinegun' by Portishead begins to play throughout the arena and, with another golden pyro raining down on them, Chanel walks through the curtain followed closely by four huge men carrying an obnoxious sedan chair. Atop the throne is a man in a golden robe with white feather trim. A golden hood covers most of his face. The men begin doen the rampway at a slow pace. Chanel is yelling at Stitches, who's eyes haven't left the occupant in the chair. The sedan chair finally makes it to the edge of the ring and the occupant stands up. He hops onto the ring apron and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The lights finally come back, the man pulls his long hood and reveals that he is not King Flip.
Stitches darts up to look behind him. He seems to be mumbling to himself as his head whips from side to side. Finally, he stares at Chanel and demands to know where his opponent is. Flip appears from the crowd, hopping the guardrail and sliding into the ring behind his opponent. The Carnival Clown either has eyes in the back of his head or caught a glimpse of the X-Tron. Either way, he turns around and swings wildly at Flip before the King can get in any sneaky offense.
Aiello: So much for catching this clown off guard! Here we go!
DING DING DING
Stitches connects with three consecutive right hands after the bell, taking the King to task into the corner. He lays boot after boot into Flip and brings him to a seated position. The four brute men and the decoy make their way up the ramp as the action continues. The Clown brings his boot down to Flip's throat and uses it to choke him against the rope. Senior referee Paul Turner is quick to end it, counting to four before Stitches releases the illegal choke. Chanel leaves a water bottle on the ring apron near Flip as she climbs up for the distraction. She pleads with the referee to gather his attention as Stitches goes back to pick up the King. The Ol' CHK is quick to grab the water bottle and squeeze it's contents into the eyes of his opponent. Stitches retreats a few steps backward before realizing it's only water. Flip has pulled himself up in the corner and gets a swift reposition when the Clown goes back on the offensive. Now Flipper has Stitch in the corner and begins nailing him down with STIFF forearms to the face. He switches to shoulders to the midsection, connection three times before hitting a backflip and running in for a fourth. Stitches gets out of the way in the nick of time and the King plows shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. The Carnival Clown clasps his opponent's right hand and ascends the ropes for a flying wallenda. Flip yanks with his arm and sends Stitches bouncing off the top rope right on his tender bits.
The King rolls his shoulder as Stitches gets on one foot inside the ring. Flip rushes at Stitches with a Cactus Jack clothesline taking both men sailing out of the ring and onto the thinly-padded concrete. They waste little time exchanging right hands before they can even get back up. The crowd thunderously approves the level of violence they're seeing here as both men slowly get to one knee while still battering each other's faces with right fists. Referee Turner is about to start counting to ten when, once again, Chanel pleads with him after climbing the ring apron. Flip takes a headbutt from Stitches but seems to have enough wherewithal to rake the eyes of his opponent before crawling away from him. He crawls to a small handbag and procures a small spiked chain from it. He grips it around his hand and lunges at Stitches. The King connects with three right hands to the ribcage with the foreign object before tossing it aside. He whips Stitches torso first into the steel steps and rolls into the ring. Chanel hops off the ring apron and has her hands in the air as she gets near the Carnival Clown. Referee Paul Turner begins the ten count.
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Aiello: Is King Flip really going for the count out victory here? What does that prove, exactly?
Bennett: It proves that the current number one contender don't give a damn about this man. He's got his sights and his energy laid directly on Xavier Reid and the International Championship.
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Flip starts complaining to the referee about his neck, pulling his attention away. Chanel sees the opening and begins to boot the Clown's midsection. Stitches catches the fourth boot and shoves, sending Chanel back first into the guardrail. Flip sees this but stops himself from breaking the count by going outside the ring.
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Stitches grips his ribcage as he uses the steel steps to try to secure a vertical position.
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The Clown gets to his feet and pulls himself to the ring apron.
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Stitches rolls into the ring just before the ten count. King Flip has already rushed the opposite ropes. The Dethronement! Flip connect with his signature rolling thunder maneuver before Stitches can do anything, nailing the Clown in his ribs once again. He grabs both legs and hops into a bridging pinning maneuver.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!!
Stitches gets the shoulder up right before Paul Turner can get the three count.
Aiello: Stitches gets the shoulder up! He wants this contendership more than anything!
Bennett: We've seen both men cheat a little bit here, but we're about to see who exactly wants this spot more.
Flip slaps the mat and rolls out of the ring. He checks up on his manager for a moment but she seems to be collecting herself against the guardrail. He slides back into the squared circle just as Stitches is once again obtaining a verticle base. But the Clown sees the assault coming and catches Flip with a Samoan drop. With one hand still on his midsection, Stitches gets up and stalks Flip. Running neckbreaker connects to keep the King off his feet. The Clown signals for Flip get up as he stomps on the ground. Slowly, Flip gets to his feet and turns around. Beautiful Disasterpiece! King Flip is down, but so is Stitches. It seems his midsection is giving him a lot of pain and the consecutive pressures these maneuvers have brought to it are almost unbearable. He drops down and lies back first on Flip as he raises the left leg for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Flip pulls Stitches in for a modified crucifix pin of his own!
ONE!
TWO!
Stitches kicks out and connect with a basement dropkick immediately. Both men are down. Chanel gets to the ring apron and pulls her client out of the ring. Referee Paul Turner has had about enough of the shenanigans and ejects Chanel from ringside. Flip is barely able to contest as he's more focused on catching his breath and bearings. Chanel has no choice but to flail about as she storms up the ramp and out of the foreseeable picture.
Aiello: Goodbye, Chanel! Hope you enjoy the rest of the match backstage with the rest of the roster.
Bennett: I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave.
Aiello: With no more managerial imput in the match, Flip is going to have to find some way to win this clean. And Stitches is not about to take it lying down. Here comes the Clown!
Stitches slides out the ring behind Flip as the King stumbles off around the steel steps toward the sedan chair. He takes a seat on his throne but is woken right up with a hard right from Stitches. The Clown pulls him up and whips him, but its reversed. Flip then reverses the angle of the whip after almost sending the Clown into the ring apron. He instead decides to send his opponent barreling through the sedan chair. It breaks on impact as Stitches front flips into the throne. Flip throws his hands up and pleads with the referee not to ring the bell for disqualification. Paul Turner urges Flip to bring it back to the ring. Flip picks Stitches out of the rubble and slides him into the squared circle. He slides in himself, but Stitches rolls him into a single leg Boston crab out of nowhere! Flip has absolutely nowhere to go as the closest ropes are right in Stitches' face. He can't reach anything in sight. Paul Turner asks if he wants to give up but Flip shakes his head no. The King grasps the back of his head, still shaking it. He yanks and he pulls at the canvas but he can't get any headway in any direction whatsoever. This goes on for nearly a minute when 'Papercut' by Linkin Park plays throughout the arena. The crowd boos at the entrance music for the International Champion. Stitches lets go of the submission maneuver as Reid's entrance continues to play.
Aiello: Is the International Champion about to get a front row seat on the action? Stitches seems primed and ready to face Reid, he's even ushering him out here right now. Flip, on the other hand, is rolling all the way out of the ring.
Bennett: It wouldn't surprise me if -- yep! It's Chanel's shenanigans once again. Good on her for finding a way to help her client even when she's been kicked out. I love a resourceful woman.
The music cuts short as the X-Tron fires up. We see Chanel arguing with sound guys and officials backstage as they appear to be ejecting her from the arena completely. Flip is limping with a smile toward the announce table. A furious Stitches turns around and makes his way out of the ring toward his opponent.
King Flip: You like that one, don't ya Bennett?
Bennett: I can tell ya one person that didn't, and he's right behind ya!
Flip takes the verbal cue as Stitches slides out of the ring and gets behind him. Crowning moment! Flip connects with the Pele kick out of nowhere and once again both men are down and out ringside. Paul Turner exits the ring and is about to start a count as he gets between both competitors.
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Both men begin to stir.
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Stitches is on one knee, shaking the cobwebs. Flip is on one knee as well but falls back down as he tries to put weight on the leg that was locked in submission for so long.
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The Clown is still attempting to catch his breath. His opponent is once again on one knee.
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Stitches gets up and rolls into the ring.
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Flip is barely even able to stand, but gets himself on the ring apron just enough to roll in and right back out of the ring to break the count and avoid Stitches' vicious boots. Stitches follows his opponent out of the ring and stalks him. The Clown goes for a lethal lariat, but Flip pulls the referee in! Stitches connect with the lariat on the referee! Paul Turner backflips onto the thinly-padded concrete and Flip rolls into the ring. The Clown looks down in disbelief at the downed official.
Aiello: Is there anyone Flip won't pull into harm's way just to cheat his opponent's out of victories? That lariat would've taken his damn head off and he would've deserved it with how much he and his manager have been trying to pull the rug from Stitches here.
Bennett: He did say he would remain the number one contender by any means necessary, Aiello. He's just using all his means.
Aiello: Would you give me a break!? This is just ridiculous. Time after time Stitches has been an inch away from becoming the International Championship number one contender and Flip just keeps pulling these acts out of his hat. Somethings gotta give. Somebody's gotta put a stop to it and I for one think that somebody is the Carnival Clown.
Stitches slides into the ring. Flip goes for the Beheading -- but no! Sound of Silence! The Clown plants the King on his dome in the center of the ring. He instinctually pins him. The fans count the one, two, three, but referee Paul Turner is still completely out of it. Stitches leaves Flip flat in the ring and slides out to wake the official. The arena erupts in jubilation as Chanel makes her way over the guardrail with a gold-plated steel chair. She slides it into the ring and goes for the attention of the Carnival Clown. Stitches has the referees shirt in hands attempting to get him up when the manager gets his attention. He lets go of his grip and makes chase after her. Around and around the ring they go, but Chanel seems to be a little bit faster than the Clown. She lures him up the ramp, but he stops midway as she does a 'take the L' taunt on the stage. Officials rush around her and get her away as a few EMTs rush by to check on the senior referee. He seems like he's going to be able to complete the match as Stitches slides into the ring. The referee is up. Flip is up as well. SMACK! He nails the chair down hard on the canvas before tossing it to Stitches and lying flat on the canvas. The referee heard the smack and looks up to see the Clown with the chair and Flip down in the ring. The two start to argue... and the ref calls for the bell!
DING DING DING
Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner via disqualification and NEW Number One Contender to the EWC International Championship.. KIIIIIIIING FLIIIIIIIIP!
Stitches is absolutely livid by the announcement, but Flip is thrilled beyond belief as the ref raises his arm in victory.
Aiello: Wow, what a shocker of a result! King Flip pulled a fast one on Stitches after one hell of a main event, and he picks up the win to become the new number one contender to the International Championship!
Bennett: You can tell the clown is NOT pleased by what went down, Joe!
Aiello: It can't be denied that Flip has now punched his ticket to Hardcore Revolution, facing Xavier Reid for--
Joe is interrupted by sight of an irate Stitches cracking the steel chair over the head of King Flip, taking the new number one contender down hard! Stitches drops the chair to the canvas, taking his leave from the ring and heading up the entrance ramp. Medical staff rush down to check on King Flip, who comes to with a sly smirk on his face despite the damage done to him tonight as the show comes to a close ...
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: Calamity Nguyen
MATCH TWO: Grace Holt
MATCH THREE: Mark Storm
MATCH FIVE: Calamity Nguyen
MATCH SIX: Calamity Nguyen
MAIN EVENT: The Mad King
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SEGMENTS
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Caleb Scott
Gabrielle Visconty
Melinda Rhodes
Gabi Vee / Xavier Reid
The Mad King
Mark Storm
MNB
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH 1
Zack Tyler
VS The Creeper
VS Mark Mania (N/S) (SUBMITTED)
WINNER via submission: Zack Tyler
MATCH 2
Nick James
VS Nina Samson
WINNER via submission: Nina Samson
MATCH 3
Sour Candy
VS Mark Storm
WINNER via pinfall: Sour Candy
Darius
VS Xavier Reid
MATCH 5
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Caleb Scott
VS Rebel Rhodes
WINNER via pinfall and STILL FX Broadcast Champion: Rebel Rhodes
MATCH 6
Antoni Malietoa w/ KU
VS Ruthann Hunter
WINNER via pinfall: Ruthann Hunter
MAIN EVENT
King Flip
VS Stitches
WINNER via disqualification and #1 Contender to the EWC International Championship: King Flip
BRAWL #581 MVP: King Flip
BRAWL #581 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: King Flip VS Stitches
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