MNB #586 (MNB VS PARAMOUNT) - GREEN BAY

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MNB #586 (MNB VS PARAMOUNT) - GREEN BAY Jul 11, 2022 20:53:31 GMT -6 Kyle Gautier, "Headhuntress" Aiya, and 2 more like this

Post by MNB on Jul 11, 2022 20:53:31 GMT -6

WARNING:

This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents

MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #586 | JULY 11TH 2022

LIVE! from Lambeau Field in Green Bay, Wisconsin

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

"START A FIGHT" by GHØSTKID blasts in the Arena

The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night BRAWL's history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to the last episode #585 in Antwerp.

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 Melody Malone.

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:

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal with the FX Broadcast Championship
King Flip with the EWC International Championship

The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.

A wide aerial shot shows that the crowd in Green Bay is electric for Monday Night BRAWL!

A chant begins of

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

A thick layer of fog circles the stadium, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!

The camera feed pans to different areas in the stadium 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.

The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!

Signs can be seen all over the stadium, some reading:

"INVADE INVADE INVADE"

"SOME REAL KING S--T TONIGHT"

"THE BADGERING WILL CONTINUE"

"TIME FOR GABI TO SWEETEN CANDY UP AGAIN"

"NO LOVE WITHIN THE LOVE CLUB TONIGHT"

and "IT'S TIME...IT'S TIME...IT'S INVASION TIME"

The camera pans around Lambeau Field once more. We arrive at the announcers' table where Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett are standing by.

Aiello: Hello folks and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and tonight is something special as we prepare for this year's Invasion Series! Last year PARAMOUNT hosted the red brand, and tonight we return the favor for a stacked show ahead of us!

Bennett: Good lord, Joe, I am excited as hell for our main event! Dio's been gunning for the X-Division Championship for weeks and now he gets his opportunity against El Pablo, who looks to solidify a monumental title reign in one hell of an X-Division bout!

Aiello: That's right Steve, and we have plenty of other brutal affairs ahead of us. Gabi Vee takes on Sour Candy in a highly anticipated ambulance match, the Love Club collides as Xavier Reid takes on Killjoy Ito fresh off the latter's loss to Melody Malone at Scars & Stripes, and we have a battle between Broadcast Champions as Alex Carbajal takes on Sally Talfourd!

Bennett: Speaking of titles, the EWC International Championship is ON THE LINE tonight as King Flip defends against Rebel Rhodes, looking to turn things around after losing the FX Broadcast Championship a couple weeks ago!

Aiello: To her credit, Rebel holding the title for so long and having six successful defenses meant she earned that shot tonight, so it will be one hell of a battle for sure! We also have tag team action with some unique stakes as Eleos Affect take on the EWC Tag Team Champions, in a match Southern Express seem to favor highly as the losers will be losing their hair!

Bennett: It's gonna get wild, Joe! We've also got a handicap match forcing recent opponents in Captain Morgan Darkwater and JoJo Rush to take on Asriel Buzzrd, and in other X-Division action Caleb Scott takes on Adriana Aquilla!

Aiello: We have a lot on our plate tonight folks, and it all starts off in just a moment as Stitches takes on Marcu$ $t. John! Don't go away!

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The camera cuts to the wrestler’s parking lot outside Lambeau Field where we see a panic looking Buddy Love, looking at his watch and then his phone.

B. Love: Where are you?

Buddy slides his finger on his phone and goes to his contacts. He opens it and goes to the K’s and finds Killjoy but just before he clicks on his number Brawl’s Bob Murray taps him on the shoulder. Buddy jumps and turns to look at him.

B. Love: Oh man, you scared the poop out of me Bob…

Murray: Yeah well I’m scheduled to talk to you and Killjoy but I went to your locker room and you weren’t there…

B. Love: Yeah well I’m waiting for Killjoy to arrive…he’ll be here any moment

Bob looks at Buddy and shakes his head.

Murray: Come on Buddy, be honest with me…you haven’t talked to him since Scars & Stripes…I have a source that said you flew back to the states alone and have been spending the lead up to tonight’s Brawl v. Paramount with Gabi…

Buddy shakes his head and laughs…fake as it is.

B. Love: Bob, you need to find a new source…Killjoy and I flew home together and have been taking in all the sights and sounds of Green Bay all week…

Murray: Even with his foot injury?

B. Love: We had a driver, my point is we have been linked at the hip all week…

Murray: And yet you didn’t come here together…

B. Love: I had to be here early due to Gabi’s match against Candy…

Murray: Speaking of which she’s calling you…

Bob points to Buddy’s phone that reads: Gabi Visconty. Buddy holds up a finger and takes the call.

B. Love: Hello Gabi…no I’m just down the hallway and will be there in a moment…yeah I have the ice, ¼ crushed and ¾ cubed…no it was no trouble at all…

As Buddy has his back to the parking lot and Bob a car pulls up and to a stop. The doors open and out steps the former EWC Undisputed Champion Killjoy…he’s walking a bit gingerly due to the injuries from Scars & Stripes and is clearly favoring his injured foot. Bob taps Buddy on his shoulder but Buddy brushes him off.

B. Love: Yeah I’ll be right there…I know you need the ice…I’ll be…

Bob continues to tap away on Buddy’s shouler, even harder as a second person steps out of the car…

B. Love: Yeah I’m sure I can find you an orange and bring it with me…I’ll stop by catering and grab one…what do you want, can’t you see I’m…what the HELL are you doing here…

Buddy turns to scold Bob and sees his ex-Step Mother Maria Love standing next to Killjoy…

B. Love: Um, no not you Gabi I’m…I’m…

Buddy looks at his phone and starts to rub it against his shirt causing the static.

B. Love: I’m sorry…my phone is…breaking up…stupid Wisconsin…I’ll…

Buddy ends the call as he looks at his client and Maria.

B. Love: What are you doing with her? She’s evil Killjoy…we’ve talked about this…

Maria smiles as she puts her hand on Killjoy’s shoulder.

M. Love: Oh Buddy, you sound just like your father…I’m just here making sure Killjoy gets to Brawl #586…seeing how you are clearly a bit busy…

Maria points to his phone and the screen is once again flashing Gabi Visconty.

M. Love: Come on Killjoy, I’ll help you get settled since Buddy is clearly on ICE duty…

She smiles as she offers Killjoy her arm and helps him walk past Buddy and towards Lambeau Field before we cut to ringside.

A $TITCH IN TIME!
SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE
Stitches
VS Marcu$ $t. John

We return to ringside where commentary is standing by.

Aiello: Here we go folks, we kick off the in-ring action tonight with Stitches taking on Marcu$ $t. John!

Bennett: A battle between a former FSW, X-Division, and Undisputed Champion and the current Northern American Champion, I can't think of a better way to kick things off tonight!

Stroup: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, representing Brawl, he resides in The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams and weighs in tonight at 260 pounds ... STITCHES!

'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 the opponent, representing Paramount, coming to the ring at 6'1" and weighing 210 lbs, the EWC North American Champion, it's The Young Mogul... MARCU$ $T JOHN!

"Fast Lane" blasts through the arena by Bad Meets Evil. M$J slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp and soaks in the cheers. He pumps up the crowd more before posing on the center of the entrance ramp. He walks down to the ring slapping fans hands with a huge smile on his face.

He stops right before he gets to the ring and listens as he hears cheers that he is getting from the crowd. He walks around the ring and high fives anyone who has their hands out. He jumps up on the apron and wipes his feet before he enters the ring and poses in the middle of the squared circle as a light shines a hundred dollar bill in the center of the ring with his face on it.

Pyros hits as "Fast Lane" by Bad Meets Evil ends.

DING DING DING

Stitches runs at Marcu$. He ducks a clothesline before smacking Marcu$ with a hard right hand. Stitches clubs Marcu$ on the shoulder blades with a forearm that drops him to one knee. An uppercut staggers Marcu$ back into the corner where Stitches runs at him before crashing into Marcu$ with a corner clothesline. Stitches grabs Marcu$' head and pulls him backward dropping Marcu$ across his knee with a backbreaker. Stitches grabs Marcu$' arm and climbs the turnbuckles looking for Flying Wallenda. Marcu$ counters by pulling Stitches to the mat with an arm drag. Stitches gets to his feet and walks into a dropkick. He gets to his feet and blocks a superkick attempt. He spins Marcu$ around but Marcu$ manages to kick him in the gut and hit a DDT. Stitches staggers to his feet where Marcu$ grabs him and hits a brainbuster. He floats over for a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THR... NO! KICK OUT!

Stitches gets a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Both get to their feet, both looking just a little out of it. Stitches is still feeling the effects of that brainbuster as he grabs Marcu$ hitting a Samoan drop with some strong impact. He turns, looking to put this away as he grabs Marcu$' legs looking for a cover as the ref makes the count.

ONE...

TWO...

THR... NO! KICK OUT!

Marcu$ gets a shoulder and the top of his torso off the mat to break the count, managing to stay alive after that brutal Samoan drop!

Aiello: Some near falls here, makes you wonder what each man has to do to put the other away!

Bennett: On the basis of that kick out, it's going to take more to keep them both down for a three count, Joe. Both men tryin' to make a statement here tonight. For the North American Champion, he's looking to keep the momentum going, and for Stitches he is looking for revenge from their last meeting on Paramount last season!

Stitches shoves Marcu$' to the mat and unloads with right hands and forearm smashes to the face. Stitches pulls Marcu$ to his feet but Marcu$ fights him off and whips Stitches off the ropes. Stitches rebounds and blasts Marcu$ with a Lethal Lariat that almost send him inside out. As Marcu$ laid on the mat, Stitches grabbed him applying a Cheshire Smile. Marcu$ screams in pain, somehow, as Stitches wrenches back. His feet reach for the ropes but he's not close enough. Stitches pulls back further. It allows Marcu$ to grab Stitches' legs and pull himself to his feet. He jumps back squashing Stitches into the corner again and again until Stitches loses his grip on the hold. Both drop to the mat. Stitches manages to roll Marcu$ up, surprising the North American champion with a small package.

ONE...

TWO...

THR... NO! KICK OUT!

Marcu$ gets a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Both get to their feet, both visibly showing sings of exertion. Stitches runs at Marcu$ who ducks a clothesline. Marcu$ runs off the ropes hitting Stitches with a Money Stomp. He hooks the leg, could this be it for the Carnival Clown?

ONE...

TWO...

THR... NO! KICK OUT!

Stitches grabs Marcu$' hand, ramming his fingers into Marcu$' face like a bowling ball. Marcu$ pushes himself free and rolls away from his opponent.

Aiello: Lots of back and forth here now, but what will it take to get the dub here tonight?

Bennett: I don't know Joe, but my eyes are still watering after that eye poke...Good lord was that nasty!

Both get to their feet but Marcu$ grabs Stitches. He lifts him for Bankrupt but Stitches slips off Marcu$' shoulders. He hooks Marcu$' arms hitting a Sound Of Silence! The crowd is on their feet after watching the impact of that move and the way it affects M$J! As they crash to the mat, Stitches holds Marcu$ with a guillotine before making a cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... STITCHES!

Stitches raises his arms in victory before rolling through the ropes and heading up the ramp, showing little emotion despite the big win.

Aiello: A big win for Stitches over the North American Champion and a huge early Brawl win here.

Bennett: Marcu$ $t. John pushed him though. If he had been able to hit Bankrupt this could easily have been a win for Paramount.

Aiello: You have to believe that a win over M$J here means Stitches could well be back on track, though now it's just a matter of seeing what happens next. In the meantime folks, we have plenty more going on tonight as the Invasion rolls on...and in just a moment, we see our first X-Division match of the night as Caleb Scott takes on PARAMOUNT's Adriana Aquilla! Don't go away!

We see Marcu$ coming to, looking up to the X-Tron as it displays the Invasion scoreboard before we go to commercial ...

INVASION SCOREBOARD
BRAWL 1 - PARAMOUNT 0

THE INVASION GETS X-TREME!
SINGLES MATCH, X-DIVISION RULES
Caleb Scott
VS Adriana "Addy" Aquilla

Back from commercial, we return to ringside where Joe and Steve are standing by.

Aiello: What a night it's been already folks, and we are only one match in! Up next we have an X-Division scrum as Brawl's Caleb Scott takes on Paramount's Adriana Aquilla.

Bennett: Both of these fighters are looking to get some sort of momentum here, Adriana is still looking for her first official win of the season! Let's watch them beat the piss outta each other!

Stroup: The following match is an X-Division Rules Match. Joining us first, residing in San Antonio, Texas and weighing in at 120 pounds ... ADRIANA AQUILLA!

Iron by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive as Adriana Aquilla makes her way down to the ring, she slaps hands with a couple of fans before rolling into the ring ready for her match as she removes her jacket.

Stroup: And the opponent, from St Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at 205 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. No longer on his knee, Caleb stands there for a few seconds looking at the crowd. 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, facing the camera, as the ring fills with smoke before the lights turn back on.

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings, both Caleb and Addy lunge at each other with superkicks and both miss! Addy quickly pivots, then runs at the ropes, bounces off the middle rope and springs back at Caleb hitting a clothesline. Caleb gets to his feet quickly though as Addy runs at him. He backdrops Addy over the top rope to the outside of the ring, but Lo Dovino lands on her feet, avoiding a head first collision with the floor! Addy grabs a chair and cracks it over Caleb as he reaches through the ropes to grab her. Caleb drops to the mat as Addy slides the chair into the ring. She reaches under the ring and pulls out a trash can that she places in the ring before getting into the ring herself. Caleb is on his feet. Blood pours from a gash in Caleb's head thanks to the chair shot. He touches it with his fingers and looks at them. He smiles at the sight of his own blood. He runs at Addy taking her down with a spear. He unloads with right hands. Caleb gets to his feet and reaches into the trash can pulling out a baseball bat. Caleb runs at Addy cracking her in the ribs with the bat. Addy drops to the mat where Caleb brings the bat down on Addy's ribs again! He makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Somehow Addy lifts an arm off the mat breaking the count. Caleb lifts her off the mat but she punches him in the gut then grabs Caleb hitting a snap suplex. Addy screams in pain as she pulls herself to her feet, the physical power it took to land that already taking a toll on the Paramount upstart! She reaches into the trash can and pulls out a small black bag. She smacks Caleb on the side of the head with the bag. Caleb drops to the mat. Addy drops on top.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Caleb rolls to his side breaking the count.

Aiello: A couple of near falls in the early goings of this contest and the weapons are flying free! Caleb Scott is the first bleeder of the night folks!

Bennett: What was in that bag that had that effect?

To answer the question, Addy empties the bag. She drops a set of boxing gloves to the mat. To show the bag is empty she turns the bag upside down, a mass of thumbtacks pours out. Caleb runs at Addy but she backdrops him. Caleb spins in mid air and lands on his feet. He punches Addy in her ribs. She grabs them in pain as Caleb grabs the trash can. He smacks Addy across the back with it before dropping it to the mat. He grabs Addy and brings her down on the trash can with a Black Knight. He hooks the leg as he covers Addy.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Addy just gets a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Caleb argues with the referee as Addy rolls onto the ring apron, clutching her ribs the whole time. Caleb turns his attentions to Addy but she grabs him and drops him throat first on the top rope. As he clutches his Adam's apple, Addy springs into the ring hitting a Hoja de Honda onto the tacks. Caleb thrashes in pain as Addy makes a cover on the tacks.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Caleb gets a tack covered shoulder off the mat to break the count before we notice several of them ended up on his face! Caleb is still on the canvas as he carefully picks them out, trickles of blood appearing where those tacks were inserted, particularly on his forehead.

Aiello: How did he kick out of that?

Bennett: I've said it before and I'll say again, the wrestlers in EWC are crazy with the punishment they put their bodies through.

Addy gets to her feet and grabs Caleb's legs looking to apply Divination. Caleb grabs her and tries to roll Addy for a small package but she rolls right out of it and onto her feet. Addy runs at Caleb who lifts her into the air and down onto the tacks with a Grave Plot. Addy screams in pain as Caleb drops on top of Addy. The referee counts.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall CALEB SCOTT!

A bloodied Caleb stands up from the mat. His forehead is busted open, and blood is running down his face. Caleb is breathing heavily as he looks out into the crowd. A smile appears on his face and just as quickly as it appears his teeth become stained red from the blood. He raises an arm in victory as we see his back is a mess of blood and tacks, blood also starting to really pop out against the paint on his face in an eerie sight to behold.

Aiello: A win for Brawl here and that's exactly what this was, a brawl. Caleb Scott is a bloody mess but he takes the victory here tonight.

Bennett: That he is, but Adriana Aquilla took an early ball bat shot to the ribs and she gutted it out and kept on going until she couldn't get back up. Hell of a performance for both here, it has to be said. Caleb Scott is one sick bastard to stand up and smile after that match. But this is what he has been craving since he got to EWC.

Aiello: Caleb Scott’s debut in the X-Division ends with a victory. He took a beating as well, but it sure doesn’t look like it bothers him at all.

Caleb continues to celebrate in the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and stands on the middle rope. He stares out at the crowd for a few seconds. Caleb then takes a deep breath, tilts his head slightly back, and with his arms extended out to the side, lets out a loud cathartic scream. The scream combined with his crimson face makes for a terrifying image. Caleb finally feels a sense of belonging. Everything he has dealt with in his life before this point seemingly culminating at this moment as we get a glimpse of the Invasion scoreboard on the X-Tron before going to commercial.

INVASION SCOREBOARD
BRAWL 2 - PARAMOUNT 0

The camera opens up the backstage, Bob Murray with his microphone at the ready in front of a backdrop where Brawl / Paramount names alternate top-to-bottom, left to right. The red and the orange clash almost as much as the two brands’ wrestler have been tonight.

Murray: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to this special edition of Brawl, where we are witness to some classic inter-brand warfare. My guest at this moment, breezing in from Paramount: Sally Talfourd.

Bob steps over, Sally Talfourd steps in with the CW Broadcast Championship slung over her shoulder. She beams a smile to him, dressed down in her ring gear and as ready for her match as she will be.

Murray: Sally Talfourd, welcome to Brawl.

Talfourd: Bob, thank-you. It means a lot to be here, for the opportunity to not only represent Paramount tonight, but to be part of Brawl at all. Since my time in Action Packed Wrestling all those years ago, EWC’s Brawl always loomed large on the wrestling horizon. To be able to make a kind of debut here … well, it’s another item to ticket off the bucket list.

Murray: You’re quite flattering of our show here. Any plans to make a switch then?

Sally lets out a laugh before brushing her hair back behind her ears.

Talfourd: No, Bob. No plans for that. Paramount isn’t just a wrestling show that I’m on. It’s my home. If there’s anywhere I wanted to return to and test myself show-in and show-out, it’s Paramount. I’ve loved every minute I’ve been there, and that’s what’s going to drive me in my match tonight.

Murray: Speaking of which – Alex Carbajal. Tonight, we’re in for a treat with two champions facing off. There were quite a few words exchanged in the days leading up, from both of you. But I have to say, it’s not what we’re used to.

Sally, concerned and confused, furrows her brow.

Talfourd: What you do mean, Bob?

Murray: Well, the pleasantries. The enthusiastic respect. The admiration even.

As she shifts her belt from one shoulder to the other, Sally lets out a laugh.

Talfourd: Oh, Bob. I wouldn’t say it’s rare. If you look long enough, you find it. But look: It was real. Certainly, everything I said. Great recognises great. I think Alex is an amazing wrestler, someone that the fans of all ages can look to and be inspired by. I would hope she still thinks the same things. And – like I was saying to anyone who would listen – when two opponents step into the ring with that kind of thing … well, the match can only be magic.

Murray: Well, all us Brawlers are looking forward to how you handle it tonight in our ring. Good luck out there.

Talfourd: But not too much luck, right?

Sally winks at Murray, then pats him on the shoulder as she exits the shot before we cut to ringside.

BATTLE OF THE BROADCAST CHAMPIONS!
SINGLES MATCH, NON-TITLE
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
VS Sally Talfourd

We return to ringside where the commentary team are eagerly awaiting the next match of the evening.

Aiello: Alex Carbajal doesn’t defend her Broadcast Championship tonight, but this IS a defence for her in other ways. Paramount invading Brawl isn’t just a tagline for either competitor, it’s a chance to prove that THEY are the one to watch going forward. It’s a chance to stamp their mark into the future!

Bennett: The future could hold a lot of potential for both Sally Talfourd and our own Bullet, Alex Carbajal. But tonight is about the present, and only one of these tenacious women will stand victorious to prove that they are the better competitor. Right now, these are the hungriest wrestlers on either brand. Broadcast Champions face the most constant oppression from challengers and ANY sign of weakness here could be blood in the water. There are some sharks on both brands and they will seize any opportunity from this, whatever the result.

The lights turn blue and red. 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. The song bursts to life, out races Sally to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd.

Stroup: The following match is the Battle of the Broadcast CHAMPIONS! Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, she is the CW Broadcast Champion.... This is ‘THE LAST MAGICIAN’ SALLY TALFOURD!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd, then dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top and strides to the centre of the ring.

Stroup: And her opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana. Weighing in at 135 pounds ... She is the FX Broadcast Champion...ALEX “BULLET” CARBAJAL!

The lights dim and the Shieldmaidens motto “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes over the Tron as guitar stabs ring out. Concrete Blonde’s “God Is A Bullet” starts up in earnest and Alex “Bullet” Carbajal makes her way out in a full length boxing robe, ready for war. She makes her way to the ring and Bullet steps in, starting to shadowbox the second she steps in. She raises her hands into the air and then nods, ready to go.

DING DING DING

The bell rings and the scale of the situation is not lost on either wrestler as they take their time to soak in the atmosphere of the crowd. Bullet in particular is absorbing every inch of this moment before goading Talfourd into standing face-to-face against her, almost nose-to-nose… That initial atmosphere is heightened as both wrestlers smile before breaking off and teasing their first move, there’s a sense of respect in the air and both sides are careful (possibly even hesitant) to betray anything that would give the other an advantage.

It’s Sally Talfourd who makes the first attack, but it’s Alex Carbajal who lands the first strike. Her Running Knee is a clear statement to Talfourd as Brawl’s Bullet uses this to unleash a focused torrent of offensive moves. Alex is operating free from any distractions here and it’s this boon which enables the Shieldmaiden to gain the early advantage. This early advantage is only emphasized as Alex delivers a Spinning Backfist with some extra sauce behind it.

Aiello: Wow, look at that impact from Bullet! Neither fighter is holding back tonight folks!

Bennett: This is what she needs to do to get one over on Sally tonight, keep this up and she'll pick up the win!

Despite taking the early advantage, Alex’s mind is set on this match being the peak of what can be achieved tonight. It’s this hubris that allows Sally back into the match, enough for her to deliver a Japanese Armdrag and score some much-needed time to reflect on how to approach the match again. Bullet rises and borders on happiness knowing that their thoughts of the opposition are in line with reality. Talfourd, aware of this, chooses to maintain the focus on the match and starts easing herself back into a more dominant position. A set of simple moves leading to more complex attacks culminates in a Headscissors followed by a Dragon Whip which stuns Alex physically and mentally.

Aiello: Bullet taking a hard hit there by the CW Broadcast Champion.

Bennett: She's gonna need to keep her head in the game or else Sally's gonna take this one!

Despite taking the advantage back, Talfourd is perceptive of the growing resolve emanating from Alex Carbajal. It’s this resolve which ensures Sally continues to be careful about how much risk she puts into her offence, lest she lose the advantage again. It turns out that she doesn’t put enough risk in as Alex zones in on this plan and delivers a long and strenuous Anaconda Vice, forcing a change from Sally Talfourd. It’s clear that neither side will take this one without giving up something in return, so both of them start to ramp up their respective skills and deliver stronger and riskier moves to each other as they try to pinpoint an ideal moment to win.

Aiello: The pace is really picking up here as these two look for just the right opening to attack on!

Bennett: A tale as old as time, Joe! Sometimes in a game of chess you just have to figure out the right piece to move!

It wouldn’t be difficult to say that the two Broadcast Champions are fairly (if not completely evenly) matched. Both sides are operating on similar levels despite their own expectations from the match. Because of this, It’s Sally Talfourd who is able to precisely measure what is needed from her to win. The escalation of riskier offence has ended up playing to her advantage and she uses this to deliver a SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS! Flooring Alex Carbajal just long enough for Sally to prepare the sequence that she believes will end things.

Sally lands an EITHER OR and follows this up by hitting a devastating HIGH HOPES before going for the cover. The first (and defining) pinfall of the match.

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... SALLY TALFOURD!

The ref raises Sally's arm in victory as Bullet slowly makes it to her feet after a closely-contested bout. The two champions have a brief staredown after their big Champion VS Champion battle, and eventually Sally extends a hand to Bullet...which is accepted as the two shake hands in a sign of sportsmanship!

Aiello: Look at the effort from both sides, champions for a reason but not without their own challenges. It took one moment to create a difference here and that’s why tonight at least one Broadcast Champion can say they stand above the other. And with that, Paramount is on the board with a victory!

Bennett: Both women saw the opportunity for how grand it was, but only one of them could find the extra one percent needed to take the match home. You want evidence that there was respect in the ring tonight, look no further than how long it took for them to make the first move. No titles being defended didn’t matter since there was a LOT on the line beyond the gold. I don’t think either side will call this one and done, but for tonight only there is a Broadcast Champion that stands one place higher than another.

Aiello: Agreed, Steve! Great match here, Sally Talfourd picks up the win but Bullet can keep her head up high after really taking the fight to the fellow Broadcast Champion. Folks, we're just moments away from a curious match as Captain Morgan Darkwater and JoJo Rush, fresh off a triple threat match that Morgan won, team up to face Asriel Buzzard in a handicap match!

The two Broadcast Champions eventually make their way up the ramp, as we get another glimpse of the Invasion scoreboard...

INVASION SCOREBOARD
BRAWL 2 - PARAMOUNT 1

The X-Tron lights up to show the locker room door backstage, emblazoned with the name ‘Melody Malone’. The Brawl faithful boo - no love lost for the Queen - as the one and only Bob Murray knocks on the closed door.

Bob Murray: Miss Malone?

There is no answer from the other side, and bravely… maybe even foolishly, Murray grabs the door handle and swings the door open. Inside is fit for royalty… but devoid of it all the same. He looks around the inside of the room, confusion setting in as the former International champion Iggy Swango steps out from behind the adjacent dressing room door.

Iggy Swango: No dice Murphy.

Bob Murray: That’s not my… What are you doing in here?

Iggy Swango: Paying my respects to royalty, obviously. What are you doing here?

Bob Murray: Melody said she was going to be here, she had the crew get her room ready and everything. I was hoping to get a word from her after Scars and Stripes.

Before Iggy can respond, the X-Tron ringside split screens and Melody appears on one half of the screen with a smirk. The crowd grows louder and she rolls her eyes and scoffs.

Melody Malone: Aaaand that’s why I’m not there. Why on Earth would I show up to Brawl after what I went through at Scars and Stripes? A show that so frequently does their best to disrespect me, and harbors guys who need anger management classes who just so happened to show up at Scars and Stripes and hope I choked? C’mon, you can’t believe me to be that ignorant.

Iggy Swango: Mel!

Melody Malone: Hello my lil gutterslut.

She gives a smirk and a wink, as the crowd’s boos grow again and even the ringside commentary can’t help but chime in.

Joe Aiello: That’s a little uncalled for…

Steve Bennett: That’s what they call the champion’s perk, she gets to call it how she sees it. If she thinks Iggy came to Brawl to be with Dio then…

Melody Malone: Now, for the real reason I’m here tonight. See, everybody in this building tonight was watching Scars and Stripes for two reasons. Paramount wanted to watch their boy Killjoy lock down his third straight defense of the Undisputed championship, and both Paramount and Brawl wanted to watch the woman who’s made an embarrassment out of them for the past two years at Parabellum lose. Unfortunately for everyone here tonight, I spoiled both of those plans… But while you’re both fighting it out tonight to try and see which one of you is the better team, this year it means just a little bit more for you all doesn’t it? Because thanks to my winning at Scars and Stripes, I’ll be preoccupied with defending the Undisputed championship at Parabellum and I won’t be able to go out there on behalf of Rampage and pull off the three-peat as the surviving member of Rampage. Both of your teams are stacked, I mean you might ACTUALLY have a shot without me standing in your way for a change.

Melody Malone: However…. That doesn’t mean I’ll be ignoring you all tonight while you fight to see who reigns supreme tonight. I heard you Xavier. I know how salty you are that nobody from Brawl’s been even remotely near the Undisputed title scene this year. I know you can’t be talking about you being a contender, right? But I know that Asriel is probably still feeling it after losing at Uprising. Killjoy still has an opportunity by rights that he… conveniently didn’t decide to redeem for Parabellum. El Pablo has been cruising ever since I beat him at the Paramount season opener and has racked up title defenses like there’s no tomorrow… so while I have less than zero respect for anyone who wears Brawl red on their own accord? I’m not ignorant enough to ignore you all here tonight. Same for the people who sit and stew in the Paramount orange that I once wore. If any of you think, that I’m going to be taking it easy now that I’ve finally made it back to the top? You’re delusional… and I’m going to make it a point to send a message to El Pablo, Xavier, Killjoy, Narumi, and anyone else who’s convinced themselves that they’re next in line after I get done with Ace King at Parabellum.

Rory steps into frame, carefully setting the Queen’s diamond tiara upon her head as her expression changes from contempt to mirth.

Melody Malone: The Queen always knows what goes on in her kingdom. I advise you tread carefully. I’m not going to be the champion Killjoy was. I won’t just stand around and punch the clock. I will be keeping you all under my thumb, keeping you in line, and keeping you where you belong. Beneath me.

She feed breaks, leaving only Iggy and Bob Murray on screen before he looks to Iggy who’s almost bouncing with excitement.

Bob Murray: Are you okay…?

Iggy Swango: I knew it…. I KNEW it Murph!

She pumps her fist before exiting the unused locker room as Bob Murray looks after her and sighs as the camera fades away.

Bob Murray: It's Murray....

BY AIR, LAND, OR SEA!
2-ON-1 HANDICAP MATCH
Captain Morgan Darkwater & JoJo Rush
VS Asriel Buzzard

We return to ringside where the fans are eager to see what happens in our next contest!

Aiello: Alright folks, what a statement from our new Undisputed Champion! Melody Malone is keeping a close eye on the competition, especially here on the red brand...and it's curious to hear Asriel Buzzard mentioned by the Queen, as we are about to see him take on both Captain Morgan Darkwater AND JoJo Rush in a 2-on-1 Handicap Match!

Bennett: On a night full of singles bouts and a tag match, this one struck me as weird at first...but I'll bet you anything Connors had a hand in this, since he's been keeping a damn close eye on the Captain especially after past events!

Stroup: The following match is a handicap Match!!! Joining us first from The British Virgin Isles and weighing in at 397 lbs… CAPTAIN MMMMMORRRRGGGAAAAN DDDDAAARRRKWWWWAATTTEERRR!!!!

The lights in the arena cut out as first notes of Captain Morgan's entrance theme, "The Sunk'n Norwegian", kick in and the screens around the arena fade in to the image of a perpetually burning skull-n-crossbones flag rippling in the wind.

A spotlight rises as Morgan saunters confidently out on the stage, holding aloft his obsidian cutlass "Black Betsy", his other hand behind his back. As the music swells to the chorus he plunges the sword down into the stage, causing an explosion of pyros!

When the smoke clears he is holding a wooden tankard aloft, bellowing "One More Fight!" and takes a heavy gulp of the dark grog, liquid and froth splashing out down his thick black beard. Tossing it over his shoulder, he laughs again and starts marching purposefully down the ramp. He enters the ring over top ropes, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and unsheathes his cutlass, holding it aloft with a raucous battle-cry.

Stroup: And his partner for this match, From Bandera, Texas, weighing in at 245 lbs, JJJJJJOOOOJJJOOOO RRRRRRUUUUSSSHHH!!!

JoJo steps onto the stage and quickly gets down to his knees to place his fists together and bow his head. At the start of the second verse, JoJo throws his hands out wide and looks up high before strutting down to the ring.

Stroup: And their opponent, from Hillcity, Kansas, weighing in at 196 lbs ... ASRIEL BBBBUUUUZZZAAARRRDDDD!!!!!

The first few notes of a piece of orchestral music start to play around the arena, with the harps giving way to violins after a few seconds and an image appearing on the screen as the house lights lower. As the guitars of ‘Animals’ by Architects begins to pound around the arena, strobe lights flash as the image on the screen fades to flashing images of a familiar face.

Slowly, Asriel Buzzard emerges from the curtain and stands atop the stage staring out into the crowd to a mixed response. He walks down the ramp and circles the ring before rolling under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckle to stare into the crowd again, holding a closed umbrella aloft, his expression blank.

DING DING DING

In gentlemanly fashion, Darkwater offers the opening floor to JoJo, who happily obliges, jumping into the frey and coming right at Buzzard! Quickly ducks and jukes through a few of Jojo’s quick strikes, peppering a few body shots, ducking and rolling a chop, hopping to his feet and REDEEMER KICK-NO! JoJo ducks under and comes up with a European Uppercut! Buzzard stumbles into the ropes and hangs there for a moment, clearly snockered. JoJo rushes in with a follow-up running dropkick, but Buzzard drops down, letting him fly through the ropes to the floor outside. Darkwater slips through the ropes, rolling his shoulders and whipping the long black hair from his bearded face. The fans are chanting “DARK-WAT-ER! LET’S GO CAP’N! DARK-WAT-ER! LET’S GO CAP’N!” This of course puts a big smile on his face as he crosses the ring for Buzzard!

Aiello: Darkwater really enjoying the reaction of the crowd here tonight!

Bennett: I get it for sure, but Asriel Buzzard is a dangerous man...if the Cap'n ain't careful, he WILL sink!

Buzzard keeps his distance from the big man, clearly not wanting to lock up with him at all. Morgan rolls his eyes and puts his arms behind his back, leaning out and shouting “HIT ME WITH YER BEST SHOT!” Buzzard doesn’t even hesitate, nailing Darkwater with THE REDEEMER KICK! The big man’s head snaps back and for a moment he teeters, then whips his head forward, slaps his chest and roars! Immediately Buzzard heads for the ropes! He almost makes it out but finds himself grabbed by the hair and pulled back in by Morgan who proceeds to batter Buzzard with wicked body blows with big meaty fists that make Buzzard’s feet leave the canvas with each and every punch! He drives the man back into the corner where he unloads, driving him down to a seat in the corner! Morgan lets out a bellowing laugh as he backs away a few feet and drives a knee right into Buzzard’s face!

Aiello: Oh my, that was one hell of a knee by Morgan!

Bennett: That's more like it, Cap'n! You wanna keep Buzzard down, you gotta strike hard and strike fast!

Darkwater gathers Buzzard up by the arm just in time for JoJo to slide in, hit the ropes and nail him with ELI’S UPPERCUT, sending Buzzard staggering back further dazed right into Morgan’s big hand. He’s hoisted up by his throat, held aloft for a few seconds squirming before being dropped with THE HANGMAN’S NOOSE!!! He starts to go for the pin but Jojo points to the ropes and makes an elbow motion. The fans start chanting “WINDS OF FORTUNE!!! WINDS OF FORTUNE!!!” Over and over.

The Captain slaps elbow to palm with a big grin, climbs to the top rope and then hits a big diving WINDS OF FORTUNE ELBOW DROP, remaining atop Buzzard for the pin!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

TTTHHHRRREEE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winners, via pinfall... JOJO RUSH AND CAPTAIN MORGAN DARKWAAAATTTTEEERRRR!!!

Morgan rises off of Buzzard’s form and throws a fist in the air as his theme hits the house P/A! Definitely a feel good moment for the Jolly Roger of EWC!!!!

Aiello: Great match here, Asriel seemed slightly off his game tonight and it cost him as JoJo and Morgan pick up the win here!

Bennett: Score another for the red brand, Joe!

Aiello: Right, on that note we're just moments away from a tag team affair with some high stakes. Eleos Affect have had the number of our Tag Team Champions in the past, but tonight it's a matter of pride and luscious locks as the Antoni Malietoa and KU take on The Southern Express in a Hair vs Hair match!

We get a look at the updated Invasion scorecard on the X-Tron before we go to commercial ...

INVASION SCOREBOARD
BRAWL 3 - PARAMOUNT 1

The camera cuts backstage inside The Love Club where we find Jimmy Lane looking in a mirror as he’s brushing what’s left of his long brown hair. He looks to his left and sees his tag team partner Bobby Rose sitting on the bench cutting the sleeves out of his custom The Southern Express Farewell Tour: Green Bay, Wisconsin T-Shirt. Their manager, Bunny Love is on her phone, watching the old Hair v. Hair match between The Southern Express and The Austin City Angels as Bobby and Jimmy shave the head of their forner manager Tommy Love as he’s kicking and screaming.

Love: And let’s get this straight…my hair is NOT on the line here tonight…

Bobby smiles as he looks at his manager.

Rose: Technically no but…

Jimmy turns away from the mirror and looks at her.

Lane: If we are knocked out and Antoni and KU grab you there will be little we can do…

Rose: So we will need you to be on your game tonight to make sure that isn’t an option…

Lane: Flashing them doesn’t seem too out of the question now does it…

The champs laugh as Bunny puts her phone down and stands up.

Love: Listen here BOTH OF YOU…this was your bright idea, to risk getting what’s left of your hair shaved off but I didn’t sign off on this…so you better…

But before Bunny can finish her sentence Bobby walks over and puts his arm around their manager.

Rose: Calm down Bunny…this is our match…

Lane: Yeah, we put our hair on the line against The Eleos Affect…though they seem confused to why we’d would call them out here tonight…

Rose: The fact is we can’t just ride off into the sunset knowing we never beat them…that we never beat KU and like we said, we could have settled for Halo or some random pair up from Brawl or…

Lane: We could step up and challenge Brawl’s top tag team…

Rose: I’d think they would see this is honorable but hey…

Lane: I guess they expected us to take the easy road…

Rose: But that’s now who we are…we have spent the last few years turning the EWC Tag Team Division into the best damn tag team division in all of wrestling and they are part of that division…sure they don’t want the tag team championships…

Lane: Maybe they think they are above it…

Rose: So for a rematch this big we needed something to get people excited and if the gold can’t be on the line then our hair will do…

Lane: Nobody wants to walk around backstage with a bald head…having everyone look at you laughing at your odd shaped dome…

Rose: This is our last shot at these guys…it’s now you never for us and there is nothing like lighting a fire of Hair v. Hair under our asses to get us up for tonight…

Lane: Yeah…especially since I have a date later tonight and she’s expecting a Jimmy Lane with hair to show up…

Bobby looks at Bunny.

Rose: This might just be one of the biggest matches in our career Bunny, we need this win…not just to keep our hair but to keep our legacy as the Best Tag Team in the History of the EWC…the sun is setting on our careers…we don’t want to go out with this black mark on our records so…

Lane: We need the 2021 EWC Manager of the Year on top of her game tonight as well…

Bunny nods and the duo hand her her bandana and she starts to tie it around her wrist.

A MASSIVE REMATCH WITH HAIRY IMPLICATIONS!
TAG TEAM MATCH - NON-TITLE, HAIR VS HAIR
Eleos Affect
VS The Southern Express

We return to ringside where commentary is standing by!

Aiello: This match is a favorite of the Southern Express, they’ve expressed their history with the stipulation recently and it’s their belief that putting their hair on the line will push Eleos Affect over the line. It’s an interesting plan and one that could truly cement the Express as the best of EWC.

Bennett: We know the Southern Express are more motivated than ever, but have they placed themselves in a situation where they’re creating a set of odds AGAINST themselves. It’s hard to argue against the prowess of the Eleos Affect, and the worry here might not be that they could lose hair over this but that they just might not care enough to let it stop them doing what they do best.

Aiello: Absolutely, we’re looking at possibly the greatest team in EWC history pushing to cement that status. But they’re challenging themselves as well as KU and Antoni Malietoa here, someone’s not going to make the cut.

Stroup: The following match is a Tag Team HAIR vs HAIR MATCH! Joining us first…

“Warrior” by Atreyu begins to blare throughout Lambeau Field

Stroup: Coming to the ring, at a combined weight of 484 pound… The Black Tree of Sapporo and The Samoan Warrior… ELEOS AFFECT!!!

Antoni Malietoa walks out first, head down as he gets prepared for the battle about to commence. KU walks out next and stops next to his partner, his arms folded over his chest. Small streaks of pyro go off as Antoni raises his head and lets out a battle cry to get himself and the crowd pumped! The pair then begin the walk down the aisle as the music continues. Once they make it to ringside, Antoni grabs the top rope and pulls himself to the apron as KU methodically takes the stairs. Antoni steps over the top rope as KU enters through the middle and top ropes. The pair stand side by side as Antoni lets out another battle cry, knowing that war is about to commence.

Stroup: And their opponents…

The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane

Stroup: Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, They are the EWC Tag Team Champions of the World...Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!

Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes, take off the titles and hands them to Bunny and head to opposite corners, Jimmy climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and Bobby stands in the corner as both men toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring holding up both tag team championship belts.

Aiello: A reminder that the Tag Team Championship is NOT on the line tonight. This is a matter of pride… and hair.

Bennett: The Southern Express have lost and regained these titles before. They’ve proven it can be done, but if they were to lose this match…

Aiello: Someone might say it’s a loss of identity.

Bennett: And for both of these teams that could be a devastating set of affairs. You can see it in both teams as they size each other up before the bell rings.

DING DING DING

It’s all business from the Southern Express as they’re raring to go and their eagerness is only exacerbated by the fact that neither member of Eleos Affect has made a motion to start the match. Jimmy and Bobby talk some trash as KU psyches himself up and Antoni waves off the attempt to force a move from him before he’s ready. In fact, he takes the time to pull out two combs to slightly adjust his and KU’s hair. This irritates the Express, who have just about had enough of this and are about to charge Antoni down before he pulls out an abnormally large set of scissors and launches an audible warning to the Express. Snip snip motherf***er, indeed.

The Express back off partly to avoid getting caught up in someone else’s game and partly to decide who starts the match. Jimmy takes the first pitch and Antoni is the opener for the Eleos boys.

Aiello: Tensions are high here, as not only will a win by the Affect mean BRAWL stays in the lead, but a scary situation for the tag champs.

Bennett: A hairy situation, Joe. We gotta bump the numbers up on our puns, pal!

The opening minutes of the match echo some of the chaos from the previous encounter between these teams. Jimmy, already heavily motivated BEFORE the bell rang, is exchanging lefts and rights and ups and downs with Antoni who is giving almost as good as he gets. The difference is in the ups and downs however as the strikes to the gut slow down The Great Warrior just enough for Jimmy Lane to take control. Jimmy whips Malietoa into the corner, making a quick tag to Bobby Rose before Suplexing Antoni with a snap. Bobby reads the situation instantly with his Top Rope Body Splash, keeping the big man away from the Eleos corner and in dangerous territory against the Express.

Aiello: The champs in control here as Bobby continues to keep the pressure on the Warrior.

Bennett: Antoni needs to get out of this or he'll get tangled up in the champs' plans!

Bobby and Jimmy keep to their game plan with quick tags and a revolving door of offensive moves. Enough to concern KU in the Eleos corner as he urges Antoni to get himself back in the game. Malietoa doesn’t much encouragement to do this as he spots a weak spot in the revolving offence and chooses to pull Bobby’s thinning hair by the roots, dragging him off-balance and giving enough time to make the tag to KU. Bobby is eternally annoyed at this outcome but is quick to tag Jimmy back in to reset the in-ring situation.

KU and Jimmy look to stare each other down but it’s short-lived as KU makes a complex movement to his side, blindsiding Jimmy with a rough selection of kicks before a Open Palm Strike which almost throws Jimmy to the ground. KU goes for a Cradle Pin in the moment.

ONE
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TW-KICKOUT!

Jimmy makes the kickout and gets to his feet quickly. KU lands another strike but Jimmy takes the hit, brushes off the effect enough to tag Bobby in to keep to their game plan. Bobby and KU exchange a multitude of strikes, with KU gaining the advantage initially and Bobby possibly distracting himself with an attempt to maintain the quick tags.

Aiello: Things starting to turn around for the Affect as KU takes control of the situation.

Bennett: KU has arguably the least to lose here, but I don't blame him for taking this as seriously as he is!

Bunny Love starts to call more audibles, working as eyes and ears for the Express as KU and Bobby continue their onslaught. KU’s advantage has been maintained partly due to edging Bobby further away from the Express corner than he might want to admit. Antoni and KU play by the Express rulebook now by maintaining quick tags and pressing their advantage into a more permanent state. Jimmy and Bunny can see this one slipping away when Antoni tries for a pin.

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT

Jimmy and Bunny flank the Eleos Affect to try and run distracting tactics. Bobby recovers slightly in the process and begins to fight back against Antoni, whilst the legal man KU senses the situation and conducts his own countermeasure.

Bobby and Antoni are failing to keep each other at bay, instead countering their respective attempts and gaining a foothold in the match. Indeed, they both land a HARD Punch to the jaw and double down to the mat to recover. Jimmy stamps his foot in the corner and motivates Bobby to make the tag, whilst KU is in the middle of his countermeasure. KU runs along the ring apron, making the half-lap as he jumps on the second rope, springboarding himself and delivering a Springboard European Uppercut to Jimmy Lane sending BOTH Lane and KU crashing to the outside! KU is still the legal man at this point so the referee is considering starting a count.

Aiello: Oh boy, are we at a standstill here?

Bennett: Not yet, look at Bobby!

Bobby makes it to his feet, looking to make the tag but notices the scene a moment too late. Antoni takes full advantage of this by tossing Bobby Rose to the outside and side-eyeing the referee to ensure there’s no distractions. Antoni lines up a RISKY Tope Suicida to try and tip things fully in the favour of the Eleos Affect…

…And he lands flush on Jimmy Lane!

Eleos Affect know as soon as it lands that this is their chance to cement a victory, so they pump up their aggression as KU uses the man-advantage to recover from his own risky European Uppercut to the outside. Bobby Rose keeps fighting back as Bunny Love tries to stir Jimmy Lane back into action, but it’s not fast enough to offset the situation as KU and Antoni takes turns delivering big moves to Bobby Rose. HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE from the duo puts Bobby in the worst position, leading to TARGET ACQUIRED flooring Bobby for the count. KU makes the cover as the legal man as the referee makes the count.

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TWO
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THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winners, via pinfall... ELEOS AFFECT!

The ref raises the arms of KU and Antoni as the champs are coming to, and the realization of what's to come sets in on their faces.

Aiello: I can’t believe that’s how it ended!

Bennett: The Tope Suicida was the turning point and it had to land on one target. That changed the numbers game for both sides and that’s what led to this victory. You have to wonder what both teams will learn from their endeavours here tonight.

Aiello: At least one of them will feel the breeze between their ears a little more after that match!

We see some officials arrive at ringside with a chair and clippers as the Express start arguing with the ref over the result of the match. Even as the officials enter the ring and set the chair up, the tag champs really starting to not be thrilled about actually losing their bread and butter...and they start weaseling their way out of it! They slyly leave the ring, but KU and Antoni catch them on the entrance ramp! The four get into a brawl until officials break it up...and the Express hightail it up the ramp!

Aiello: Well folks, it looks like the tag champs have other plans for tonight! You know the Affect are gonna want to get what they earned from the win tonight, but up next we have our first title match of the evening and the only non-Invasion match as King Flip defends the EWC International Championship against Rebel Rhodes!

The Eleos Affect just shake their heads at what happened here as we check the updated Invasion scoreboard before going to commercial...

INVASION SCOREBOARD
BRAWL 4 - PARAMOUNT 1

We see the Rebel Star pacing back and forth in front of the Brawl Banner just outside of the Gorilla Position, full geared up and ready to go. There's a bit of anticipation of course, fingers wriggling a bit, yeah there's a bit of uncertainty in the Rebel's eyes as she spots the camera and addresses the people watching in the Arena on the big screen and at home on the billions of sets across the world.

Rebel: Just saw what the Kingster had to say about me and I listened to it, silently, just waiting for him to get his real feelings out there. You see folks, King Flip was all about that mad respect each and everytime we talked and had a moment together. He was always nodding his head, tipping his cap, and talked me up nicely. Maybe he wasn't sure if he was going to get past Gabi V? Who's to say. All I know is that once he passed that hurdle and got me on the docket, motherfucker showed his true colors.

Her brow furrows a bit as she cracks her knuckles softly one at a time. Pop... pop... pop... pop...

Rebel: It's always fucking hysterical to me how I show people respect and they just go and shit all over me for it, talking down to me like I'm nothing. Dude, you've got an impressive little streak going with some equally impressive names. You got at least a small reason to brag and talk big shit, but here's the thing, dude. You think you can just go on auto-pilot and take my ass down? Fuck that and you! I'll take your streak, shine it up nice, and shove it right up your ass if you walk in there taking me light like I'm nothing to you.

Tilting her neck, it cracks softly as well. She folds her arms over her chest.

Rebel: As for Parabellum? Son, if I win this thing you better shut up and get behind me when I lead team Brawl to victory because I did that shit before against Ace-fucking-King and his absolute best with a team that was hand-picked to bring me down. You forget that last time I was here, I was up against a GM that absolutely had it in for me from day one. I've got the experience and the mind to lead a team to victory.

She then nods.

Rebel: That's if I win. There's always the chance I could fall short. Hell your girlfriend even made a little veiled threat but here's a promise I have for her... Hey Chanel...

Mel leans forward a bit with a dangerous gleam in her eye as she speaks in a tone clearly mocking Chanel's words from earlier in the week.

Rebel: Welllll hell, I may not be your opponent, but that don't mean take your eyes offa ME!

She scoffs and sneers at the camera.

Rebel: Bitch, shut your fuck-holster before you end up a target. You interfere in my match in an way, even if it's to give a towel to Flip, I will fucking beat your ass pillar to post all around ringside and throw you to my fans in the front row to finish the job. Ya'll saw what I did to the motherfucker who interfered in Iggy's match. You can't run that damn fast in heels, so don't EVEN try me.

Mel then pulls back a bit, a warm and sunny smile crossing her face.

Rebel: Flip, I may not respect the sudden change of tone leading up to this match, but I still know talent when I see it. This won't be easy. Best of luck otherwise. This is gonna' be the fight of your motherfucking life.

She turns and heads towards the Gorilla position, the scene cutting then and there.

CAN A KING CROSS THE RHODES TO RETAIN GOLD?
TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS MATCH
FOR THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Rebel Rhodes
VS King Flip

We return to ringside where Stroup stands waiting to call the action.

Aiello: Well folks, after some pointed words from the challenger we are now ready for one hell of a contest coming up! Rebel Rhodes successfully defended the FX Broadcast Championship SIX times, for a total of 139 days, breaking the previous record held by our first such champion Bosa...and in the process, earned herself a shot at the International Championship!

Bennett: Yessir, but she's taking on a very game King Flip who comes off the back of defending it a couple weeks ago against Gabi Vee, and even with the stipuation of two out of three falls the champ looks ready to take on the Rebel Star here tonight!

Stroup: The following match is a two out of three falls match for the International championship! Joining us first, from Rome, Georgia, weighing in at 145 pounds ... she is The Rebel Star... MELINDAAA RHOOODES!

The lights drop to a dim blue only to brighten to a bright red as "The Steeple" by Halestorm plays over the P/A speakers. With a pyro explosion, the Rebel bounds from the curtains and onto that stage with a wicked grin. She sports her ring gear, a red leather vest with her winged star logo, aviator shades, and fingerless gloves. She strides down to ringside, slides under the ropes, pops up and throws a three fingered salute to the fans!

Stroup: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his manager and manager only Chanel, hailing from the land of money and fame, weighing in at 220 pounds ... He is the International Champion... KIIING FLIP!

K I N G F L I P zooms from right to left across the X-Tron and is followed swiftly by a pyro. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest, head low, emerges from the curtain with his manager not far behind. He gets to the edge of the rampway when he lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile. He unbuckles the vest to reveal the championship around his waist as he removes and tosses the vest into the crowd. The lyrics chime in as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. He rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, unbuckling the title and raising it in the air as he gets face to face with the challenger. His music fades after a tense moment between the two.

Aiello: Big fight feel here in Green Bay, especially in light of what Flip had to say earlier this week and Rebel's response just moments ago!

DING DING DING

Flip slowly holds the International championship out to senior referee Paul Turner, not taking his eyes off of his opponent. The referee gets the belt and hands it off to the stage hand that'll hold it for the duration of the match. Rhodes goes to pace the ring but the King stands still, just watching her try to get an angle or make him twitch. He opts instead to simply exit the ring and discuss something with his manager. Rhodes throws her hands up and looks to the referee who just shrugs. The King stands out there for a moment and Melinda decides to run to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. She bounces off the ropes and heads toward the champion at a full sprint. Chanel jolts back and points up at her but Rhodes stops just shy of jumping out onto them. King Flip just looks up at her with a smile. Melinda then slides out of the ring and the action finally picks up. The two competitors go punch for punch and the crowd erupts in cheer for their favorite superstar in the match. Both go unwavered for several blasts to the face while the audience begins to pick sides.

"RE-BEL STAR! RE-BEL STAR!"
"C-H-K! C-H-K!"

Neither seem to give the other an inch as they go from fists to forearm strikes to low kicks and strikes. Paul Turner is calling for the match to bring itself back into the ring before starting a count.

1 . . 2 . . 3 . .

Flip is the first to block a blow, a right hand, and comes in with a STIFF headbutt to Rebel's nose. A pop is heard and the crowd gives an audible "ooh." Still, neither falter. Rhodes simply shoves Flip off plants a dropkick into his chest. The champion slams into the steel steps while Rebel gets up and rolls into the ring.

4 . . 5 . . 6 . .

Chanel is quick to come to her client's aid. She helps him to his feet and he makes his way up the steel steps as Rebel single-handedly pops her nose back into place. Another pop and the crowd audibly winces. She wipes her nose and flicks the blood across the canvas as she looks over to the champion. He stops at the ring apron and turns to the crowd with a look of pride and surprise. He starts an applause break and points back to the challenger. Rhodes takes a sarcastic bow as Flip enters the ring. The two begin to circle the ring with their arms out ready for the coming grapple.

Aiello: Things already off to a hot start, and it could get even more heated here!

Bennett: Gonna get real damn interesting, real damn quick!

Flip shoots first but Rhodes is too fast. She gets right behind him in one fell swoop and locks in a sleeper hold. He tries to break free to no avail for a moment. He bounds them off the ropes behind her and she keeps her ground, taking both to the ground by dropping to one knee. The King looks like he's about to pass out when Chanel leaps to the ring apron and starts arguing with Paul Turner. Paul has her full attention, giving the champion a moment to rake the eyes of the challenger and break the hold. She quickly shakes it off and goes for another hold. Flip calculates it and sends her flying with a monkey toss into the air. But she executes a perfect front flip and lands on her feet! Chanel drops back down to the concrete. The King, though surprised, goes for his signature pele kick. Rhodes throws her arms up as she turns around and the Crowning Moment connects only with forearms. Rebel stumbles backward a bit but is still standing. Flip gets to his feet. REBEL STAR SLAYER!

The out-of-nowhere cutter finisher takes Flip to a faceplant and Rebel rolls back into the dragon sleeper finishing submission maneuver. Chanel is quick, though, and runs around the ring waiting to get into position. As Paul Turner's back is to the manager, she slinks into the ring a little and grabs her client's foot to pull it underneath the bottom rope. She calls for the referee to see the break after taking a step back. The fans are quick to jeer and point out Chanel's poor sportsmanship as Paul Turner gets Rebel to break the hold. The challenger picks up on the tension and begins to stare down the manager. Chanel smiles and shrugs, playfully trying to deny that she had any involvement whatsoever while her client rolls away. Rebel has had about enough of it already and slides out of the ring. She chases Chanel around the ring several times and is catching up with every corner. Chanel slides into the ring but Rebel grabs her by the boot. The manager has an opportunity to attack the challenger but decides against it and eats a massive clothesline into the ring apron before being tossed back first into the guardrail.

Aiello: Chanel taking a good deal of damage from the challenger there!

Bennett: Rebel better keep her eyes on the prize if she wants that International Championship!

Rhodes slides into the ring and is unable to get her arms up for the block this time. Crowning Moment! The signature pele kick connects and Flip quickly follows up as the challenger bounces off the ropes stunned. Good to Be the King! He pulls out the Doctor Driver II, a not often seen signature move, planting Rhodes on her neck hard. The champion is still reeling from the back-to-back submissions though and grabs at his neck instead of capitalizing on the offense. He looks back to Chanel who is barely able to give a thumbs up as she leans against the guardrail and turns his attention back to the challenger. She's getting into a seated position when he drops a knee into her upper back, locking in a reverse chin lock. Rebel flails her arms about but is otherwise unable to break the hold or get her legs close enough to the bottom ropes for a break. After about a minute of refusing to submit to the submission, Rebel grabs hold of Flip's beard and pulls his head down far enough to get a swift kick to the face. Flip refuses to let go and eats two, three, four more kicks to the head before releasing the hold and falling to the canvas.

Both competitors slowly make their way to opposite corners of the ring. Flip feeling a little better between the two starts making his way toward Rebel's corner. RHODES KILL! He's wiping the sweat off his face and doesn't see the signature spear coming. Rebel takes him down to the canvas and goes for the first pinfall of the match.

ONE...

TWO...

THR- SO CLOSE!!!

Flip is of his own volition able to get a boot underneath the bottom rope. Paul Turner sees it before slapping the canvas a third time and calls Rebel's attention to it. She holds up three fingers but the referee is quick to point out the boot. Rebel shakes her head, lifting Flip to get him into the center of the ring. He catches her off guard with a small package! Chanel begins hobbling over toward them.

1!
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Chanel crouches over and gets hands on Rebel's knee to hold her down!

2!!
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Referee Paul Turner is out of position and can't see Chanel's interference!

3!!!

Flip rolls out of the ring before Rebel can get to one knee and attempt any offense. She looks shocked but not surprised as she argues with the referee, who calls for the first fall.

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here's your winner of fall number one, via pinfall, the International champion... KIIING FLIP!

Aiello: Flip gets the first fall there, but not without a bit of controversy off the assist from Chanel.

Bennett: The ref can only call what he sees, Joe, not much Rebel can do about that!

Flip says something to Chanel and she begins to make her exit from ringside. She hops over the guardrail nearest to her and starts rushing through the crowd as Melinda slides out of the ring and chases after her. Rhodes stops at the guardrail and points at the manager, saying something inaudible before turning around. Flip has rolled into the ring and has hobbled to the opposite side of the ring from where his challenger stands as she looks toward him. He taps the side of his head several times with a smirk, which seems to incense her into rushing into the ring. He steps away from the corner he was resting in as she stands. WHAM! Stiff dropkick right back into the corner. The champion bumbles toward her as he bounds off the turnbuckles and gets slammed down to the canvas with a snapmare.

He seems to be able to stand on autopilot and gets caught in a swift exploder suplex railing his back right into the turnbuckles back first. The King attempts to keep moving but slumps to the canvas. Melinda rolls him onto his back and signals to the crowd before climbing up the ropes. The audience explodes in excitement just as she takes to the sky. REBEL STAR PRESS! Miss Rhodes connects with her aerial finisher, but 'Ze Nigmar' by Rotting Christ begins blaring through the public announce system before she can go for the pinfall. This stops the challenger in her tracks as she turns toward the rampway to watch as Caleb Scott's music and x-tron continue to play. This goes on for about half a minute before the x-tron and song fade. Melinda looks confused for a second, but turns back to Flip and pulls his legs up for the pinfall.

ONE...

TWO...

TH-HOW!?

Flip barely gets the shoulder up, breaking the count a mere inch before losing the fall to the challenger.

Aiello: Why the hell was Caleb Scott's music playing? What's he got to do with this?

Bennett: I wouldn't be surprised if that had nothing to do with Caleb. Flip might've paid a sound guy in the back to just play his music!

Completely done with it, the Rebel Star gets up and starts yanking the champion by his legs into the center of the ring. Even though the King tries to fight it he simply doesn't have the energy or the power to fight off the coming submission offense. REBEL DEATH LOCK! Rhodes drops to her back as she yanks the champion's legs up in the elevated sharpshooter. Flip tries to fight it but gives up fairly quickly. The King taps out!

DING DING DING

Stroup: Here is your winner of the second fall, via submission... MELINDAAA RHOOODES!

Aiello: The champion submitted! I don't think I've EVER seen King Flip tap out before!

Bennett: That's true, Aiello, but it's smarter to tap out and have it in ya to finish the third fall then fuck around and lose a limb.

Rhodes releases the hold after the announcement and the champion tries to pull himself out of the ring. The challenger stops him by grabbing his boot, however, pulling him back to the center of the ring. Flip swings onto his back and yanks his leg toward his body. He double boots Melinda off of him and sends her rolling backward on the canvas. The King quickly gets back to his stomach and goes back to pulling himself out of the ring. He barely gets out of the ring and falls to the thinly-padded concrete outside the ring before the challenger can quite reach him. Flip gets to his feet and begins to hobble around the ring as Melinda makes chase toward him. She gets near enough to grab him and Flip snaps back with a third signature pele kick. Crowning Moment! Flip pulls himself up as Melinda is stunned. The Beheading! Sinning impaler finisher outside the ring!

1 . . 2 . .

Flip barely pulls himself into the ring and rolls to the center.

3 . . 4 . .

Neither competitor is moving at all.

5 . . 6 . .

The champion is beginning to stir in the center of the ring, as is the challenger outside the ring.

7 . . 8 . .

Melinda gets to one knee and hears the count of eight.

9 . .

Rhodes fires up and rushes up the steel steps, leaping to the top rope. Flip just gets to his feet and staggers around to face the turnbuckle Rebel is standing on. REBEL STAR DEATH DROP! NO! Flip blocks the DDT with the leg. K.I.N.G! Flip reverses into his lightning spiral finisher! He pins the challenger!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!
DING DING DING

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the third fall via pinfall is King Flip. Therefore, with two falls to one, your winner...AND STILL EWC International Champion... KIIIIING FLIIIIIIP!

Flip makes it back to his feet as the ref raises his arm in victory, before presenting him with the International Championship. Meanwhile, Rebel is finally back on her feet as well as the two stare each other down after such a hard-fought battle...and eventually, Flip extends a hand to his challenger!

Aiello: Oh? After everything Flip said leading up to this match, it seems Flip is offering an olive branch to his fellow teammate for Parabellum!

Bennett: These two went through absolute war tonight Joe, but I can't think of anything that brings people closer together!

Rebel stares at the hand extended to her, and then at the champ...reluctantly but firmly accepting! The two shake hands before Flip raises the arm of his opponent tonight...his teammate in Brand Warfare.

Aiello: I'll give credit where it's due here, even after a war of words and a battle of attrition, you need to keep allies in a situation like we're going to face in a couple weeks. Good on both of these competitors for leaving it all in the ring tonight. Folks, up next is a match months in the making as Gabrielle Visconty takes on Sour Candy in an ambulance match!

With that show of sportsmanship we go to commercial ...

We come back from commercial to see a video package hyping the feud between Gabrielle Visconty and Sour Candy, something that really kicked off when Candy turned to the "sour side" leaving 3C behind in the process...and Gabi's initial hesitiation to confront her former friend. We see things heat up between the two more recently, and end with a graphic highlighting the gravity of the situation...

With that, the video fades before we head to ringside!

THE LONG-AWAITED CONFRONTATION!
AMBULANCE MATCH
Gabrielle Visconty
VS Sour Candy

We return to ringside to find Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett watching an ambulance being backed up towards the ring.

Aiello: The ambulance is about set for our next match of the night.

Bennett: This one promises to be a good one! We got two ex-friends, the former members of the Heavenly Treats AND 3C set to square off in what is sure to be a memorable match-up.

Aiello: Indeed it does. The history between these two women runs deep, and to see them now at each other breaks my heart a little, Bennett. It’s a shame the Heavenly Treats are no more.

Bennett: Whatever! You got Sour Candy turning on her old stable and then Gabrielle Visconty finally stepping up to the plate and attacking her on the Brawl before last. This match has been looming on the horizon for some time, and I’m not sure about you, but I’ve been looking forward to seeing these two clash!

Aiello: I’m not looking forward to it, but it will definitely be a match to remember here in Green Bay, I'm sure of it.

Moments after "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter begins to play throughout the arena, 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 and walks down the aisle.

Stroup: The following match is an Ambulance match. Joining us first, 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 with the deadliest of stares as she waits for Gabi to come out.

Stroup: And her opponent, from -

The X-Tron lights up, cutting Jessica off, to show Gabi’s smiling face. The fans cheer as she grins.

Visconty: I guess you didn’t get the memo, Sour Puss? Connors has decided to keep me out again... Sorry, but you look cool down there in the ring all bitter looking, though.

Aiello: What?

Bennett: No way!

Sour Candy stands up and brushes past Jessica, and walks over the ropes to starts screaming at the image of Gabi on the X-Tron. Just then Gabi slips over the barricade next to the announcer’s table and makes a b-line for the ring.

Aiello: It’s Gabi Vee!

Sliding under the bottom ropes, Gabi pops up as the fans cheer. SC turns around just in time to catch both of Gabi’s feet to the face as she is plastered with a running missile dropkick, sending her tumbling out between the ropes to the arena floor. Jessica slips out of the ring in a hurry as the Ref calls for the bell.

Bennett: Hell yeah! Let’s gooo!!!

DING DING DING

SC gets back to her feet a little slowly as Gabi dashes to the other side of the ring to bounce off the ropes. She runs full speed and baseball slides out of the ring to kick - no, SC slips to the side and Gabi flops on the arena floor with a thud. SC wastes no time and starts stomping Gabi on the head. She grabs Gabi by the hair and yanks her to her feet before slamming her face first into the back of the ambulance. Gabi drops to both knees as SC laughs at her. SC takes a step back and charges in and drives Gabi’s head against the back of the bumper again with a knee! SC opens the back door of the ambulance and puts Gabi’s left arm up in the doorway before slamming it shut on her wrist! The crowd groans as Gabi screams in pain. SC laughs in Gabi’s face before smacking the hell out of her.

Bennett: Oh God, not Gabi’s bad wrist! HAHAHA! That was awesome!!!

Aiello: That's incredibly rude Steve, I can't believe Candy would go to such lengths!

Bennett: My man, have you NOT been paying attention? There's a reason she calls herself Sour Candy, and Gabi is finding that out the HARD way tonight!

SC grabs Gabi by the hair again and yanks her back to her feet. She rushes forward and tries to slam Gabi’s head into the ambulance again, only Gabi puts her foot on the bumper to break it. SC goes to punch Gabi in the face but Gabi ducks it! Gabi wraps SC up and sends SC head first into the bumper of the ambulance with an IDJITBUSTER - a straight jacket suplex! SC’s head makes a sickening CLUNK as it skips off the bumper. Gabi staggers up to her feet and hops up on the bumper and drops on SC’s chest with both knees! Gabi grabs SC up and shoves her into the back of the ambulance and grabs the door, only to yelp in pain before grabbing her wrist.

Aiello: Looks like Gabi’s wrist is causing her some problems! She’s got Sour Candy in the back of the ambulance, all she has to do is shut the door!

Bennett: Bouncing Sour Candy’s head off the bumper with a straight jacket suplex was a nice touch.

Aiello: The violence is only ramping up here, folks!

Bennett: This is absolutely brutal, and I love it!

Gabi shakes her wrist a little and reaches back up to grab the door, only a huge spray of white fog comes blowing out of the back of the ambulance. Gabi staggers away from the ambulance coughing as a very pissed off SC emerges from the back, a little bit of blood staining the back of her head, carrying a fire extinguisher. SC walks up behind the coughing Gabi and cracks her over the top of the head with the extinguisher, sending Gabi face first to the arena floor in a heap. Buddy Love now emerges from the back and makes his way to ringside. He stays a good distance from the action going on as SC shoots him an evil glare.

Aiello: Buddy Love is now ringside and moving well out of Sour Candy’s range.

Bennett: Gabi did sign with him at Scars & Stripes, much to the shock of everyone in existence.

The momentary distraction of Buddy arriving gives Gabi the window to roll under the ring. SC turns back to where Gabi was and she is gone. SC instinctively flinches as she is expecting Gabi to be airborne. SC looks around as the attack never comes as Gabi slips out from the other side of the ring, dragging a 15’ ladder with her, she has a bit of a goose egg forming on her forehead from the collision with the ambulance bumper. She tosses it into the ring and flips SC off with a grin on her face. SC rolls into the ring as Gabi does the same. Gabi kicks the ladder to the side of the ring before the two close in on each other. They go to lock up but SC drops to a knee and drives an elbow into Gabi’s outer thigh. Gabi yelps and hops back away from SC, but SC closes and clobbers Gabi with a step up enziguri, sending Gabi into the ropes. Gabi steadies herself on the ropes but SC quickly follows up with a springboard bulldog right onto the ladder! The goose egg on Gabi’s forehead is now busted open as Gabi rolls onto her back. She grabs her forehead and rolls onto her side as SC gets back to her feet as stomps on Gabi’s ribs. SC grabs Gabi by her hair and yanks her out to the middle of the ring, dropping on Gabi and locking in the Licorice Twist - an Octopus Stretch! Gabi grits her teeth as she tries to fight her way out of the hold as SC laughs maniacally. SC torques the hold and Gabi staggers and almost drops to a knee. In pure desperation Gabi staggers over to the ladder and drops back first onto it. SC takes the brunt of the impact and releases the hold. Gabi rolls away and gets to her feet, shaking her arm a little. SC gets to her feet holding her back as Gabi steps in and cracks Sour Candy with a European uppercut. SC staggers bacc and trips up in the ladder, falling on her butt. Gabi springboards off the ropes and hits Wrath - a spinning heel kick that drives SC and Gabi both onto the ladder. Buddy sizes up the gap between the ambulance and the ring and smiles to himself. He hurriedly moves towards the ambulance.

Bennett: What in the hell is Buddy doing?

Aiello: Nothing good, I'm sure of it!

Gabi struggles to get back to her feet as SC does the same. Gabi grabs the ladder and swings it at SC, who barely manages to block it with her hands. SC shakes her hands as the sting from blocking the ladder hits her. Gabi steps back and rams the ladder into SC’s knees. SC screams in pain and staggers away. Buddy slips into the driver’s seat of the ambulance and fires it up. He puts it in reverse and starts backing it up closer to the ring. Gabi sets the ladder up and starts to climb up it. She gets to the top and sizes up the distance between SC and her - only Buddy backs the ambulance into the ring! Buddy looks a little shocked as he realizes he hit the ring. The ladder sways as the ring shudders from the impact and Gabi has an OH SHIT look on her face as she realizes the ladder is going over. She desperately jumps off and lands half on the ropes and half out of the ring. She flips off the ropes and tumbles badly onto the arena floor!

Bennett: Does Buddy even have a valid driver’s license, let alone a CDL license to drive that?

Aiello: He obviously didn’t foresee this happening when he backed it up to the ring. Can they even get the doors of the ambulance open now?

Bennett: I don’t think so.

SC gets to her feet and limps a little as she walks over to the ladder and sets it back up along the ropes. Gabi is climbing up the side of the apron as SC starts to scale the ladder. SC lines it up and connects with a cross body block that drives Gabi to the arena floor! Buddy finally moves the ambulance about five feet from the ring edge and shuts the ambulance off. SC is a little slow getting up but Gabi is still down in pain. SC grabs Gabi by her hair and drags her over to the steel steps. SC slaps Gabi a few times and then drives Gabi’s face into the steel stairs with The Unsweetened Ending! - a Sister Abigail! The crowd groans from the impact as Gabi rolls lifelessly down the last step and to the arena floor, blood flowing down her face.

Aiello: Sweet Jesus, I think Sour Candy just killed Gabrielle Visconty!

SC takes a moment to admire her handy work before she grabs Gabi by the arm and starts dragging her towards the ambulance. Buddy moves smartly out of the way as SC glares at him as she drags Gabi. SC pulls Gabi to the back of the ambulance and starts to shove her in, only Gabi retaliates with a back elbow that stuns SC. SC shoves Gabi into the back of the ambulance and she crumbles. SC grabs Gabi’s leg but catches a up-kick to the mouth from Gabi. Gabi rolls under the back end of the ambulance as SC wipes a little blood from her lip and screams in anger. Gabi comes up on the other side, still a little woozy, and uses the side of the ambulance to get to her feet. SC comes around the corner and charges at her, and right into a super kick from Gabi. SC goes down hard as Gabi then drops on her and starts raining down punches. After a few solid punches land, SC holds her hands up and looks up with a scared look in her eyes at Gabi. Gabi suddenly stops punching and stares down at Candy. Candy mouths the words SORRY to Gabi as she starts to cry as she looks at the damage to Gabi’s face. Gabi, with her fist still cocked back looks like she wants to punch Candy, but she doesn’t. Buddy rounds the corner and sees what is going on. He immediately shouts at Gabi.

Love: It’s a trick!

Gabi glances over at Buddy and then back to Candy, who now looks more Sour Candy again, who grins crazily before pulling Gabi in and biting her on the shoulder. Gabi screams in pain and shoulder slams SC’s head off the arena floor. Gabi shoves away from SC and struggles to stand, resting against the ambulance. SC rolls away and uses the barricade to get to her feet. Both of the ex-friends charge in and start slugging it out. Gabi finally lands a solid punch to SC’s face as SC lands with an uppercut. Gabi staggers back into the ambulance and SC’s legs almost give out on her. SC charges in and Gabi sends her right into the side of the ambulance with a drop toe hold. Gabi gets to her feet slowly and kicks SC in the head before going to the back of the ambulance. Gabi reaches inside and pulls out a handful of IV tubing. SC gets back to her feet and staggers around the back of the ambulance and right into Gabi. Gabi wraps the tubing around SC’s neck and starts choking her. SC grabs at the tubing and Gabi knees her in the gut, then pulls her into a gogoplata. Gabi growls as she pulls as hard as she can on the tubing. SC frantically grabs at the tubing but it is digging into her neck.

SC’s face is turning red as the circulation is cut off. Her eyes start to roll back in her head as Gabi roars and yanks on the tubing with everything she’s got - and it snaps! SC staggers back and falls on her butt as she pulls the tubing out from around her neck, coughing and hacking as she tries to catch her breath. Gabi wipes the blood from her face as she slowly gets to her feet. She walks over to SC and grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet. SC elbows Gabi in the gut and follows it up with Bitter Truth - a Codebreaker! SC uses the ambulance bumper to get back to her feet as Gabi slowly rolls to her side. Gabi reaches out to the ring apron and starts to pull herself to her feet as SC charges in and drives both knees into Gabi’s back. SC laughs as she stands up and pulls Gabi back up, and slings her up and into the back of the ambulance. Gabi is about half way into the back of it, her legs still hanging out. SC slams the door on Gabi’s legs and then again. SC whips the doors back open and grabs Gabi’s legs, shoving one inside and moving to the next. As SC grabs Gabi’s other leg, she is hit in the face with a thrown oxygen wrench. SC staggers back and drops to her knees as she grabs her forehead. Blood trickles down her face as she removes her hands and looks up to see Gabi slide out of the back of the ambulance and nearly falls down.

Aiello: What a close call there for Gabi!

Bennett: She better be careful though, SC is on the attack and lokoing to stay in control!

Gabi rolls back into the ring and up to all 4’s as she tries to take a moment's rest. SC slowly gets to her feet, wiping the blood from her forehead, and then climbs the stairs to the ring. Gabi gets to her feet and points at SC and laughs at the blood running down her face. SC growls and slips between the ropes. Gabi notices the ladder still standing in the ring and dashes for it. SC sees Gabi going after the ladder and gives chase. Gabi shoves the ladder towards SC, and SC sidesteps it easily. As SC is sidestepping the ladder, Gabi springboards off the ropes with a superman punch that SC mostly blocks. SC staggers back a step and then kicks Gabi in the gut, then pulls Gabi into a DDT. SC grabs the ladder and slides it from the ring to the back of the ambulance, creating a makeshift bridge between them. SC then grabs Gabi and pulls her to her feet and slings her into the ropes, only Gabi catches them and stops. She then springboards from the top ropes to the roof of the ambulance. The landing is far from graceful and she nearly slides off the side. SC looks pissed as she sizes the jump up and then does the exact same! Candy lands mostly on the roof and she scrambles to get up before falling off. Gabi is on her knees and struggling to stand as SC finally makes it up as well. Gabi spits some blood out of her mouth before motioning SC to bring it.

Aiello: Amazing athleticism from these two ladies. They’ve beaten the hell out of each other and are still going at it!

SC moves in and the two lock up on top of the ambulance. SC knee lifts Gabi in the gut and then drives a double ax handle to her back, driving Gabi to her knees. Gabi shoves SC and she staggers back dangerously close to the edge. SC steps away from the edge but Gabi steps in and lands a wicked knife edge chop that echos through the arena, followed by a WOOO! From the fans. Gabi delivers another chop and then another. SC staggers back and as the last knife edge chop comes in, SC ducks it by dropping to a knee. Gabi nearly goes over the edge from the momentum, and she struggles to catch her balance but backs away quickly. As Gabi turns around she is caught in the midsection as SC hits her with a spear! Both Gabi and Sour Candy tumble off the top of the ambulance and land on the ladder between the ring and ambulance, smashing it in half! Buddy covers his eyes as he turns away from the carnage. The fans starts chanting

HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT
HOLY SHIT

As both ladies lie motionless on the arena floor!

SC looks to have taken a little less of the impact as she starts to stir first. She kicks the ladder pieces off her and staggers over, pulling a mostly out of it Gabi up and shoves her into the back of the ambulance. As SC starts to step back Gabi reaches out and grabs her by the hair and yanks her into the back of the ambulance. The camera loses the action but it is clear that there is still a lot of fight left in these two as the ambulance rocks back and forth. Finally Gabi falls out of the back of the ambulance and lands on the arena floor. She holds her left wrist as she is starting to stand. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, SC dives out and hits Sugar Free Candy - an Acid Drop!! Gabi looks out of it as SC painfully gets to her feet. SC staggers over and pulls Gabi up and shoves her into the back of the ambulance. She takes a deep breath and slams the doors shut, turning and roaring out at the crowd.

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, SOUUUUR CAAAAANDY!!!

Sour Candy leans against the back of the ambulance as she glares out at the Brawl crowd. She cracks a devilish smile as she turns and starts to limp toward the back. Buddy rushes over to open the ambulance doors to check on Gabi as the paramedics start rush down.

Aiello: Oh, my GOD! Sour Candy has done it, she has beaten Gabrielle Visconty!

Bennett: These two ladies really put it all out there. Gabi gave it her all but Sour Candy just had a little more left in the tank at the end.

Aiello: No matter how you look at this, this is far from over with both of these two meeting again at Parabellum in the Brand Warfare! And with that we get ready for the penultimate match in our Invasion Series as Love Club members collide! It's Xavier Reid taking on Killjoy Ito, and that is up next!

The paramedics check on Gabi as does Buddy, before we look to the updated Invasion scoreboard on the X-Tron before we go to commercial...

INVASION SCOREBOARD
BRAWL 4 - PARAMOUNT 2

The camera cuts backstage inside Lambeau Field where we find Brawl’s Bob Murray looking down at his show sheet. He doesn’t see the two people walking up behind him and is unprepared as Xavier Reid puts him in a headlock. The paper in his hands goes flying to the floor as ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love bends over to get face to face with Bob and smiles.

Love: TWIST!!! TWIST HIS HEAD OFF XAVIER!!!

Bob’s eyes widen but Xavier doesn’t twist, it’s more holding his head in place and he lets go rather quickly and ruffles his hair as he smiles at Bob Murray.

Murray: You know, given your reputation, roughing up backstage personalities isn’t something you should joke about…

Xavier shrugs his shoulders as if he could care less

Reid: Fuck’em…what are they going to do…pull me from Parabellum?

Tommy Love laughs as he rolls out the poster and looks at Bob, he points to The Bastards v. The Southern Express and then runs his finger down the poster to Team Brawl and points at Xavier Reid.

Love: Xavier Reid is all over this show Bob…I dare say he’s the most important wrestler for Brawl at Parabellum…

Bob Murray raises an eyebrow

Murray: You think so?

Love: I KNOW SO…

Reid: I have a chance to bring the EWC Tag Team Championships back to Brawl for the first time since NSFW were the champions…when was that again…

Love: 2018…

Reid: And then I join Team Brawl and have the chance to bring back the prestige to the ‘Flagship’ show here in the EWC…

Murray: Well we need to address the elephant in the room…

Love: That is no way to speak about Gabi…

Tommy smiles as Bob ignores him

Murray: How are you going to work with people like King Flip, Gabi Visconty, Dio and Rebel Rhodes?

Xavier laughs

Reid: I’m not…

Xavier points at his shirt that reads #TeamXavier

Reid: I’m in this for me Bob…I know I can’t count on those four and they shouldn’t be looking at me to help bail them out in the Brand Warfare match…I’m not going to be their to save them, I’m going there to win the match for me!!! To show EVERYONE just who the alpha is here on Brawl…

Bob looks at Xavier

Murray: Well tonight we get a preview of the Brand Warfare match as you go head to head for the first time ever against your fellow Love Club member and Love Club OG Killjoy…

Xavier smiles as he nods

Reid: Yeah that was really nice of our GM but I get it, they hate the power The Love Club has and is always looking to cause problems but here we are. Killjoy had a brutal match at Scars & Stripes and is no shape to step into the ring here tonight yet here he is…I feel for the kid, I know losing that Undisputed Championship hurts and to do so in front of his family and friends and add onto that his manager stabbed him in the back by signing Gabi…well I have to wonder where his head is tonight…

Love: Not to mention how his body feels…

Reid: But I stand by what I said, I will not hold back on him and will go after that foot if I must…I’m pissed he lost the championship because it would have been my ticket back into the Undisputed rankings but he tapped out and took that chance from me so he shouldn’t expect me to hold anything back on him because we are part of the same ‘Club’...

Xavier looks into the camera

Reid: Be smart out there tonight kid and lay down…or you might not make it to Parabellum…

Xavier turns and walks away as Tommy shrugs at Bob

Murray: Real ‘team’ player there…

Tommy points ‘The Love Stick’ at Bob before walking off camera as we cut back to ringside!

A LOVE CLUB COLLISION!
SINGLES MATCH
Xavier Reid
VS Killjoy Ito

We return to ringside where the crowd at Lambeau field is buzzing in anticipation of this next match!

Aiello: Here it is folks... While the X-Division title is the main event, this match has been circled for a lot of fans since it was booked. The Love Club does what it does best here folks, infighting! Killjoy Ito, fresh off of JUST BARELY losing the EWC Undisputed championship at Scars and Stripes is set to do battle with the man who has been on a path of rage the likes of which even Carrie could only dream of. I'm talking about Xavier Reid folks!

Bennett: This here ain't gonna be no slap happy match Joe. These two sumbitches are about to beat the piss out of each other and we are all going to love it! Let's get too it!

The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out

Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage in his new black trunk, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape and from behind him ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy walks out from behind him and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring and Xavier walks towards the ring shadow boxing as he makes his way down the aisle. Xavier storms up the steps and climbs into the ring, Tommy follows suit and walks towards the referee, already complaining about something. Xavier storms across the ring to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope and looks over the crowd and once again crosses his arms into an X as Tommy pulls out some money and tries to bribe the official who walks away as Tommy laughs. Xavier jumps down and squats down in the corner waiting for the bell.

Stroup: The following contest is set for one fall Joining us first, being accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love, from New York, weighing in at 220 pounds ... XAVIER REID

Stroup: And the opponent, residing in Daly City, California and weighing in at 235 pounds ... KILLJOY!

‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air as the lights fade out. He jumps up and down as ‘Deeper Depper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands next to him. After a quick word the pair start to walk towards the ring, Buddy runs ahead and charges up the steps and holds open the ropes for Killjoy to step through. Killjoy walks to the center of the ring, extends his arms and tilts his head back to soak everything in.

DING DING DING

Reid slaps Killjoy hard across the face. Killjoy responds by chopping Reid hard across the chest. Reid hits Killjoy with a right hand. Killjoy hits Reid with a right hand. Killjoy ducks a right hand and pushes Reid off the ropes looking for an O'Connor roll but Reid grabs the ropes sending Killjoy rolling backward. He rolls to his feet and runs at Reid before diving into a school boy.

ONE…

TWO…

TH… NO! KICK OUT!

Reid rolls to his feet and grabs Killjoy's, pulling him close as he leaps over into a jackknife cover.

ONE…

TWO…

TH… NO! KICK OUT!

Killjoy bridges to his feet and spins Reid around. Instead of rolling him in a backslide, he pulls Reid over his head and cracks Reid with a knee to his face. Reid staggers and Killjoy grabs him hitting a suplex into a neckbreaker across the knee. He makes a cover.

ONE…

TW… NO! KICK OUT!

Reid easily pushes Killjoy off him to break the count. Killjoy stands in the corner and waits for Reid to get to his feet. Killjoy runs, looking to build up some much-needed momentum against the former International Champion...but Reid catches him and spins Killjoy with a Rainham Maker! Reid runs off the ropes and catches Ito with a boot to the face. He makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

TH… NO! KICK OUT!

Ito gets a shoulder up to break the count, much to the chagrin of Reid.

Aiello: Near falls aplenty here, several close calls as a result. These two came to fight tonight! I do have to say, I am surprised to see Buddy Love out here tonight with Killjoy.

Bennett: I don't give a shit! I can't wait to see what they do next, Reid's chomping at the bit to really do some damage to his fellow Love Club compatriot and former Undisputed Champion.

Reid lifts Killjoy to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Reid shortarms Killjoy and pulls him back. He spins Ito into a tombstone that Reid transitions into a codebreaker. Killjoy stands statue like, on his feet but out. Reid drops him to the mat with a Pele kick. This time it's Reid that waits in the corner before running at his opponent. Reid cracks Killjoy with a Punt Kick that takes a lot out of the fellow Love Club member, before he rolls Killjoy to his back and makes a cover hoping to put this one away.

ONE…

TWO…

TH… NO! KICK OUT!

Killjoy's left foot on the bottom rope breaks the count. Reid gets to his feet and briefly argues about rope break with the referee. This gives Killjoy a much-needed opening as he grabs Reid's arms and pulls him back with a tiger suplex that he bridges into a pin!

ONE…

TW… NO! KICK OUT!

Reid's feet rest on the middle rope breaking the count. Killjoy gets to his feet, sizing his compatriot up before he spins cracking Reid with Konbanwa. He rolls Reid over, hoping this is it now as he hooks both legs.

ONE…

TWO…

TH… NO! KICK OUT!

Reid just gets a shoulder off the mat, a clear sign of just how close this contest has been as neither man can catch the other down for a three count.

Aiello: So near but so far! Neither man is willing to give a single damn inch here!

Bennett: Maybe for Killjoy, but I don't know how Xavier Reid kicked out of that. I thought we were going to need smelling salts to get him out the ring after that elbow!

Killjoy lifts Reid to his feet. He positions Reid hitting a sit out Last Ride. He puts his feet onto Reid's shoulders as he makes a cover.

ONE…

TWO…

TH… NO! KICK OUT!

Reid smacks his ankles on the sides of Killjoy's head to break the count, taking Killjoy off his game somewhat. Both roll to their feet. Killjoy is on his first. He runs at Reid who scoops him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry...before bringing Killjoy to the mat with an Xplode that absolutely rocks the former Undisputed Champion! Reid grabs the legs as he makes a cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall XAVIER REID!

Tommy Love gets into the ring and helps Reid to his feet before raising his arm in victory. Reid heads up the ramp with his arms raised.

Aiello: A big win here for Xavier Reid. He got a few near falls here and he kept plugging away until he got that three.

Bennett: Killjoy came close right to the very end with that powerbomb and had plenty of chances tonight. He may not have won here but that performance will go a long way.

Aiello: Very much a back and forth effort, where Reid kept trying to find just what he needed to put Killjoy away until he did. Great match here, and you gotta wonder what this means for Reid in terms of the title picture! Folks, in just a moment we will be presenting your main event of the evening, the final match of the Invasion Series for us as Dio looks to clean things up for the red brand AND take away the EWC X-Division Championship from PARAMOUNT's El Pablo! Don't go away!

We see a bit of arguing amongst the Love Club before Xavier and Killjoy begrudgingly shake hands, as we look to the X-Tron for the updated Invasion scoreboard before we go to our final commercial of the evening ...

INVASION SCOREBOARD
BRAWL 5 - PARAMOUNT 2

WHEN PHILOSOPHIES COLLIDE, GOLDEN VIOLENCE ENSUES!
SINGLES MATCH, X-DIVISION RULES
FOR THE EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Dio
VS El Pablo

We return to ringside where the rubble has been cleared away, the blood soaked up, in preparation for the main event.

Aiello: Through the fire and flames we have come, but this invasion is not over. Our main event is finally here.

Bennett: You gotta be so damn dramatic? But yeah, you bet your ass this is our main event! Someone's getting hurt, as the longest-reigning EWC X-Division Champion of all goddamn time steps up against a man headed - so he says - to his destiny. There's gonna be blood, there's gonna be devastation, and invader or defender... no matter who wins we are gonna see one mean son of a bitch stand tall, soaked head-to-toe as our X-Division champ!

Stroup: The following match is an X-Division match, and is for the EWC X-Division Championship! Joining us first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds ... he is your Crux ... DIO!

The lights dim down, and a voice comes over the PA system.

”I am your Crux.”

The phrase kicks off the sounds of “Change (in the house of flies)” by the Deftones as Dio emerges from the curtain and stands atop the stage. He surveys the crowd, tugging at the collar of his leather jacket before heading down toward the ring.

Stroup: And his opponent, from Puebla City, Mexico, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds ... he is the EWC X-Division Champion ... "The Technicolor Tecnico" ... EL PABLO!!!

A cry of “VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!” leads to ‘Party Hard’ by Andrew WK hitting the sound system, as the stage and ringside area becomes bathed in flashing, flickering, brightly-colored lighting. As the main hook hits, El Pablo bursts through the curtain, playing to the fans and chugging Skittles like a Steveweiser while the X-Division Championship belt glistens around his waist. He charges down the ramp and slides under the ropes into the ring, then runs up the turnbuckle and holds the title belt high above his head to another pop from the adoring crowd. After offering a final salute, he hops back down to the canvas, handing his belt to the referee and performing a few final stretches as his music fades.

Aiello: Viva la Rainbowlution, indeed. What an achievement El Pablo wears upon his shoulders tonight, and what a feather it would be in the cap of the Philosopher to bring that record-breaking reign to an abrupt halt. Let's get it on.

DING DING DING

True to his word, El Pablo hits high gear and shows no intention of slowing down for a second as he immediately screams across the ring at Dio, barely failing to connect with a dropkick as the Philosopher raises an arm to block it, stepping smartly away. The luchador rebounds into a flip, lands on his feet and darts forward, a meaty slap resounding as he nails a big calf kick, switching legs to stun Dio with a roundhouse to the jaw, then smoothly drops down to connect with a sitout jawbreaker that has the crowd popping as the challenger careens to the mat!

Dio struggles to pull himself up on the ropes as El Pablo does a circuit of the ring, gathers steam, and then drives both knees into his opponent with a meteora-style strike that sends EP himself plowing through the ropes to the outside. Dio collapses once more, a hand going to wipe an early trickle of blood from his mouth, while the champion lands brutally on his knees, and pops up to his feet with a reassuring laugh and a few jaunty high-fives to his supporters.

So far, so Technicolor, but as he turns around with eyes wide, perhaps ready to dig beneath the ring to raise the stakes, Dio comes rocketing over the ropes - showing he, against all expectation, can fly too as he slingshots into a spinning elbow strike that connects flush, smashing El Pablo back against the barricade. Tumbling adroitly, the challenger rolls right to his feet and lunges at the champ, starting to whip him away from the baying crowd only to reverse the momentum into another rotation, scooping EP up and driving his back and shoulders down onto the barricade with a nastily-modified Uranage! The barricade bends and falls awkwardly beneath the weight, and the luchador ragdolls messily into the front of the crowd, who start to try and rouse him as several hurl insults at Dio.

The philosopher ignores this furor completely, shaking his head as he turns away and strides purposefully across the outside of the ring. There's a commotion as he snarls at an official, manhandling him swiftly to pull the X-Division title into his clutches. It's too easy for him to do so, like taking candy from a baby, and a moment later Dio is quickening his pace back to where he left El Pablo, the belt held aloft to a decidedly mixed response from the fans.

Aiello: Dio making it clear what he's after here, Steve!

Bennett: Damn right Joe, he's been gunning for the champ for some time now and is ready to make that title his!

El Pablo is hurt, but it's notoriously hard to keep this man down. With a little help from his friends, he's back on his feet and staggering shakily over the fallen barricade in time to meet an oncoming train in the form of Dio, who has entered a brief sprint and LEAPS like a limber predator, driving the corner of the belt into El Pablo's throat. There's an horrendous choking noise from the champ, as Dio lands and grabs the back of his head in one hand, forcing him down to stare at the title he'd held for so many days.

Despite his condition, EP fights back with a stomp to the foot, then a big elbow fired right back into Dio's throat. A wheezing sound from the challenger, and both men are red-faced and struggling for breath - but the champ is used to almost freaking dying, and rips free from Dio's ailing grasp, leaping onto the nearby apron and then taking a huge vertical pounce onto the top rope, from which he launches into a crazy corkscrew, limbs a blur... until his legs emerge from the human tornado, hooking the Philosopher neatly around the targeted neck and whipping him into the corner of the apron with a flamboyant headscissor takedown! Dio manages to twist with the momentum, but only goes backfirst for his efforts, his spine crunching against the hardest part of the ring...

And El Pablo recovers as El Pablo does, catlike, his eyes wide and watering as they behold the arc of the relinquished X-Division title, which - to him - seems to tumble through the air in slow-motion. His prize. His baby. The crowd erupts as he steps forward to catch it in one hand, encouraging him as he draws it back to begin lashing at the challenger! One vicious whip of the belt opens a bloody gash on Dio's cheek, and the second-- is blocked, diverted, held tight as Dio works dexterously to pull it against the grip of the champ's fingers, wrenching them with expert precision and then stepping through with the belt in his own hands once more.

El Pablo starts to turn, and eats a surprising headbutt to the nose! Dio blinks as if surprised at his own maneuver, but wastes no time in following up by bundling the stunned champ into the ring. El Pablo uses this time to recover his wits, and is on his feet almost immediately, but not swift enough to stop Dio sliding in underneath his legs. Before the champ can turn around, he finds himself choking once more as the Philosopher raises the unbuckled belt from behind, pressing the champion's own title around his throat, pulling it cruelly against his dented jugular.

And, from there, Dio falls back with El Pablo, getting his hooks in and forcing the Technicolor Tecnico into an elevated surfboard choke, gripping the back of the belt as the luchador panic-flails his arms. The lights sting his eyes, and the response from the crowd is just loud as Dio symbolically crucifies the champ.

Aiello: Absolutely brutal affair here, as Dio continues to take the fight to the champ!

Bennett: If there was any way to really put an end to the title reign Pablo's so proud of, this might be it!

No matter how injured and indignant, El Pablo ain't gonna quit. Dio is forced to relinquish the hold as he finally gasses his limbs, wiping another trickle of blood from his mouth as he gets slowly to his own feet, stare beyond intense and mouth a grisly rictus of determination. The champ rises no less slowly, but no more, either; they end up face to mask, EP drawing shaky breaths as he recovers from the early assaults. Both know this is far from over, but it's the champ who has everything to lose, and the champ who moves first; he dives underneath an attempted grab by Dio, securing a waistlock to pull the challenger around toward the ropes and launch him into a forced dash...

The Philosopher stops himself against the ropes with both arms, shaking his head 'no' as he turns around, wagging a finger at El Pablo. The wily luchador is smiling, as he steps in and grabs the scolding wrist, twisting the arm around and flinging himself up onto Dio's shoulders to explode into a Crucifix Driver! The shoulders are down!

ONE
.
.
.
KICKOUT!

Dio is trying to control his anger as he rolls to his feet, his own eyes widened now as he watches El Pablo come in for a follow-up. Another dropkick is parried effortlessly, but the follow-up spinning back kick catches the challenger in the midsection. El Pablo grabs his head, only to shove him back to standing, and leap onto his shoulders - sending both of them stumbling to the ropes on Dio's legs, where it's all to easy for the Technicolor Tecnico to roll forward and spike the Philosopher up and over the ropes to the outside with a cunningly-modified Frankensteiner! The crowd 'ooh' and 'ahh' at the airtime Dio achieves, tumbling foot over face before the latter crunches into the ground just shy of the apron. El Pablo meanwhile slithers beneath the ring, and begins pulling out the weapons.

A stack of chairs makes way for a table, that the champion hastily hurls toward the challenger - who's gotten to his knees - to keep him down for a moment as he continues his search pulling out a kendo stick, a sledgehammer, and a gnarly-looking bed of nails that apparently isn't violent enough for him either...

There's a jubilant cry from El Pablo as he finds what he's looking for, pulling out an entire crate full of Skittles, packets of sugary goodness overflowing as he pulls it out and sets it against the barricade. He's momentarily besotted with his find, grinning ear-to-ear even as his Lucha Senses tingle... and he turns around into a scowling Dio, who catches him with a brutally-efficient Diamond Cutter, face-first into his own pile of weaponry! Packets burst, and red Skittles are cruelly separated from yellow and purple as the stunned El Pablo is wrenched straight into an armbar! He thrashes to resist the hold, sending candy flying as the men fight for supremacy, and EP manages to get to one knee, his arm still captured. Dio, frustrated but wiry-strong, can see the attempt going nowhere, and settles for jamming his own knee into the elbow joint, then pulling El Pablo toward the corner post.

The arm is wound through the corner of the ring, and Dio is grinning his own, sick grin as he briskly turns on his heel and SNAPS the limb against the unyielding metal post, prompting a scream of pain from the luchador. Dio releases the arm momentarily, allowing the champ to pull it away, falling to his knees in agony. But the Philosopher isn't going to allow him his recovery time; he steps up behind, then drops into a hammer-blow from a raised elbow, right into the collarbone of the afflicted limb. El Pablo screams again, and Dio re-secures the arm in this moment, capturing it between his thighs, flipping the champion over into position to apply a single-leg crab...

It's the signature move of La Familia Volando; The Tijuana Crabcake! Dio is stealing yet another move!

Aiello: Oh my, Dio's really playing some mind games with the champ now isn't he?

Bennett: All part of a well-balanced plan of attack, Joe!

El Pablo struggles desperately in the clutches of his own hold, his pride wilting along with his body as Dio sits hard into it. His one hand is just free enough to clutch at the mats on the outside, clawing blindly for something - anything - he can use to shift the agonizing momentum. His fingers close with a crumple, and El Pablo triumphantly throws his hand aloft for Dio to see. Dio does see, and he doesn't look impressed; it's a bag of Skittles.

The champion closes his hand tight, digits whitening as they grip, and the bag BURSTS, an expulsion of brightly-colored candies raining down upon both men - but not before they spin blindingly into Dio's face. He reacts as if scalded, fighting to maintain the hold as El Pablo surges into renewed life beneath him, blessed by the sweet rains, twisting his leg free with a screaming effort and turning, turning... until there's a stomach-churning pop.

El Pablo has dislocated his own arm to escape from his own hold! He keeps turning and Dio is forced to let go, flopping awkwardly onto his front, frantically wiping the sweaty sugar from his eyes as he tries to stand. El Pablo is already standing, his functional arm raised to the heavens, two fingers saluting whoever watches him from on high.

And then he brings the hand arcing down, slamming into his opposite shoulder, popping the joint back into its socket with such determination and aplomb that he instantly collapses from the fresh spike of pain.

Dio finds his feet using a still-erect part of the barricade, pushing away from it with a resolved sneer, bending to pick up one of the discarded steel chairs. He stalks over to El Pablo, who seems momentarily to be out. A foot digs enquiringly into the champion's ribs, and then pushes against his skull until he flops face-up on the ground. With a shiver of bloodlust, Dio looks out at the crowd and then down at his insensate foe, before bringing the chair overhead and down, down, down! He keeps slamming it over, and over, blood quite literally flying through the air, crimson speckles launched by the repeated punishment of El Pablo as Dio... Dio begins to scream.

He doesn't even know he's doing it, the eyes are rolled back into his head, and by the time he stops striking to take a knee and haul in deep breaths, he likely doesn't remember where he was just a moment before. El Pablo is lying in a pool of blood, his own body convulsing, twitching as he lies there trying desperately to recover his shattered wits. The wet chair is fumbled away by Dio, who at least remembers where he is now, staggering upright and moving toward the pile of weapons rejected by El Pablo. He slips on a Skittle en route, and pauses to stomp it savagely into the ground, before he begins to slide objects into the ring. The table goes first, then with a somewhat disdainful flick the kendo stick, and by this point El Pablo has begun to stir - and the crowd is chanting his name, trying to revitalize him.

Dio's stare whiplashes over at the champion, a grimace of distaste as he turns back to his work and picks up the bed of nails, bent iron spikes protruding menacingly from a thick length of ply. It goes into the ring first, and then so does Dio, pulling the stretched-out X-Division title from the center of the canvas as he rises to his feet, holds it aloft, turns in place to receive the adulation of the crowd. Who absolutely do not oblige; most are firmly Team Volando.

El Pablo is dripping with crimson, but somehow smiling as he soaks up this response. A fan extends a hand over the barricade, and receives a wetly-slapping low-five for his troubles. The luchador stumbles around ringside until he finds his own weapon of choice; the crate of Skittles. Bending into a squat, he lifts with his back and brings the whole crate aloft with a passionate roar - echoed by the crowd - grinning ear-to-ear at Dio as he turns around and launches the disheveled, beaten crate over the top rope at his challenger!

Some things, a man just can't expect. Dio starts to weave aside a beat too late, and is hit amidships by the crate, which explodes on impact, showering bagged and loose Skittles into the ring as the Philosopher staggers back against the ropes, keeping himself upright with an ugly scowl at the indignity of it all. El Pablo just laughs, hopping onto the apron and pointing at the challenger as he tells him, "You wanted this!"

Dio responds by slowly lifting the X-Division title, staring the luchador down as he asserts, "I wanted this."

El Pablo dives forward through the ropes, and Dio staggers forward to meet him, driving forward into a pump knee strike that misses the luchador by inches; even bloody and broken, he's just a little too fast. He bobs, weaves, and comes up on Dio's flank, having lost little of his own spectacular momentum as he launches himself once more onto the Philosopher's shoulders. The crowd lose their minds; Taste the Rainbo-- NO! Dio turns, twists, and kicks off the ropes, forcing the champion to forestall his intent as he's instead dropped with a crunch into the folded table in the center of the ring! El Pablo ragdolls, skidding to a halt beside the bottom rope as Dio pops to his feet, grabs the kendo stick.

The Technicolor Tecnico is shaking from head to toe, leaving a slime trail of blood in his wake as he stands, a bag of Skittles in one hand, smiling all wily-like as he compares his own weapon to Dio's; and finds Dio wanting. The Philosopher just laughs, and points the tip of the kendo stick at the bag in El Pablo's clutches.

The luchador glances in confusion, and then his eyes bulge from their sockets. Those aren't Skittles!

They're M&Ms. El Pablo falls to his knees in shock, as Dio wiggles an actual pack of Skittles in his free hand, then tosses them off into the crowd and steps forward, switching to a two-handed grip as he strives to bring the kendo stick crashing down on his opponent! The champion rolls aside at the last instant, catching himself on both hands as he lashes out with a double-leg sweep that pitches Dio forward into the ropes! The Philosopher is all tangled up, as Pablo surges to his feet and breaks into a short dash, launching himself up, over, and around to bring both feet crashing into Dio facefirst, sending him tumbling back into the ring proper!

El Pablo lands on the apron, pulling himself upright, watching as Dio struggles onto his knees. With perfect timing, the luchador leaps over the ropes once more, springboarding off the other side to land the Furry Ninja Strike! The spinning wheel kick impacts the back of Dio's skull, and the Philosopher pitches forward again, this time barely missing the nail-stricken board lying upon the blood-and-Skittles-speckled canvas. Thinking fast, the longest-reigning X-Division champion in history scoops up the bed of nails, holds them aloft, and brings the whole thing crashing down...

Into Dio's back. Nails bite deep, and the crowd explodes in mixed appreciation and sympathy! That HAS to hurt!

Aiello: The champ turning things around something dreadful with that board of nails!

Bennett: I can't believe the level of violence we're seeing now, but I am all for it!

Dio is writhing, clawing, screaming, trying to pull the board from his back without causing too much additional damage. It's an awkward ask, and El Pablo has plenty of time to set up the nearby table and start gathering up scattered bags of Skittles, checking them over somewhat carefully - he wouldn't want to find any more M&Ms - before opening several and shaking them out over the surface of the table. His name fills the rafters as the EWC show their appreciation and anticipation both, and El Pablo is grinning as he looks out over them, holding up a finger to say, 'but wait!' He fumbles into his tights, and produces a rainbow-painted Zippo lighter.

Theatrically, the Technicolor Tecnico sparks a flame, and waves it above the table. The Skittles just lie there, unresponsive. Dio has divested himself of his benailed burden, blood pouring from the wounds in his back as he climbs gingerly to his feet, face drained and sweaty after this latest ordeal. He stares across the table at El Pablo, as if staring at a man who has entirely lost his mind. El Pablo just grins all the wider, and brings the flame down...

WHOOSH! The entire table goes up in flames as the candied pebbles go up like they were soaked in gasoline! El Pablo laughs maniacally, as Dio's eyes take their turn in bulging from their sockets. It starts as shock, and then becomes a hungry sadism as he lunges around the flaming obstacle, and seizes the champion in a grapple. They vye for supremacy, El Pablo trying to escape a wristlock with a tumble that about sends both men against the burning menace of the table, then reaching a stalemate that Dio breaks by driving a ridgehand down into the previously-dislocated shoulder. El Pablo winces, and it's enough for the Philosoper to seize control, driving him into the corner, driving in the occasional sharp forearm to keep the champion in place as he manhandles him into a headlock atop the turnbuckle...

And there Dio stands at the top of it all, his chest rising and falling, looking out over the ruins of the ring, over the burning monument to violence that El Pablo has erected. The champion where he wants him; the title, to come...

Dio braces to leap, prepared to deliver Deconstruction - to El Pablo, to his much-vaunted title reign. To end it all.

To crown a new king.

The two men fly, but there's a struggle right before they do so; El Pablo reverses the grip, the crowd burbling on confusion and then exploding into a near-religious cacophony as the luchador delivers an insane, violently-perfect Spanish Fly from the top rope, down through the table! CRRRRRUUUUUUNCH! It explodes beneath the weight of the Philosopher, flames spiralling out of control around the lithe musculature of his form, charring the skin and setting his shattered soul aflame as he lies amidst the rubble, unmoving. El Pablo doesn't escape harm completely, but he rolls clear of the heat, falling against the ropes with a look of pure disbelief; he survived! Has... has he won?

The Technicolor Tecnico panics, but does the right thing; he dives through the fire and flames, a vision in crimson as he drags Dio from the mess and makes the cover, disregarding the sheer heat of his challenger's body...only for Dio to pull off the seemingly unthinkable, and cradle the champion in a small package! Both competitors' shoulders are down, but the ref is STILL making the count! What the hell!?

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

There is utter confusion from the crowd and folks at ringside alike, as the competitors let each other go. El Pablo slaps out a few smoldering Skittles stuck to his flesh as he staggers upright, looking around in shock as medical staff rush to the aid of Dio, spraying out the scattered, burning candies still remaining on the challenger. Dio is bloodied and still burning as he's attended to, while the referee confers with Jessica Stroup over the outcome of the match. The crowd by now is in confused silence as medics are about ready to take Dio away...but not before he hears the result. He and the champ have a lot in common in that regard, eager to get some answers. After a little bit, Stroup raises the microphone at ringside to make the announcement official.

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been informed that both competitors' shoulders were down at the exact same time, meaning this match has been ruled a DRAW by the referee. As the title cannot change hands on a draw, I can announce that... STILL the EWC X-Division Champion ... EL PABLO!!!

The announcement gets a very curious reaction from the Green Bay crowd: fans of the challenger boo the decision, fans of the champion cheer for it, and overall there is an overwhelming desire to see this match happen again sooner rather than later.

El Pablo watches his challenger get taken away with a stumble as the adrenaline begins to crash, lunging to catch himself on the ropes as the official approaches with the salvaged X-Division title held out for the reigning, retaining champion. The luchador snaps himself to with a shake of his head, finding a sliver of satisfaction in retaining as he takes the belt in his arms and throws it aloft to a gigantic eruption from the crowd, ultimately appreciating the efforts of the champion here tonight. Bloody as he is, beaten down and near-broken, the Volando starts to ascend each turnbuckle in turn, paying his respects to the crowd and to the heavens above.

Aiello: We-- we expected great things from these men, and they did not disappoint. An absolutely WILD ending to this incredibly brutal affair, as El Pablo DOES retain but only on what some will point out to be a technicality. These two went to war, and neither side really seem to be coming out of it the same. We sincerely wish Dio a speedy recovery, and give congratulations to El Pablo on a record-setting title reign that continues here tonight. But both men must look forward; champion and fallen challenger, to Parabellum. This was but a battle, and the culmination of tonight's events looms on the horizon. Dio, whatever he became here tonight, cannot take this draw to heart. He has surely proven himself as one of the fiercest competitors to watch in the brand warfare match, and will be staring across at this man; El Pablo, the greatest X-Division Champion of all time! Be you Brawl, Rampage, or Prime; be very afraid!

Bennett: You're damn right. El Pablo IS the X-Division Champion, as he's been for so long! Don't let the pretty mask and kindly words fool ya, that's a mean son o' bitch standing up there. Dio brought everything he had tonight, about snapped his opponent AND himself, and it just wasn't enough. He's gonna need to bring all of that again, not just for the win at Parabellum, but for when he inevitably gets another crack at the champion and the title down the line!

Aiello: What an absolutely insane night tonight here in Green Bay. We saw BRAWL and PARAMOUNT go to war tonight, and BRAWL just managing to pull off the win in the Invasion Series after some very close encounters throughout, all culminating in a wild Main Event that went to a draw as El Pablo manages to just barely retain the EWC X-Division Championship. Folks, later this week we will see PRIME invade RAMPAGE for the second night of the Invasion, and then all eyes are on PARABELLUM on July 25th! Until then, and until we head to Greece for Night 1 of the BRAWLympics, I've been Joe Aiello alongside Steve Bennett, saying so long and goodnight!

El Pablo makes his exit from the ring, heading up the entrance ramp still in shock over how the match panned out as we get one last look at the X-Tron, revealing the final scoreboard for Invasion 2022 before the show comes to a close...

INVASION SCOREBOARD
MNB 5 - PARAMOUNT 2

END SCREEN

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: EWC Staff Assistant: Em / MNB
MATCH TWO: EWC Staff Assistant: Em / MNB
MATCH THREE: James Keaton/Jocelyn Gage
MATCH FOUR: Melinda Rhodes
MATCH FIVE: James Keaton/Jocelyn Gage
MATCH SIX: The Mad King
MATCH SEVEN: Gabrielle Visconty
MATCH EIGHT: EWC Staff Assistant: Em / MNB
MAIN EVENT: Chunks of Darna Dare

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SEGMENTS

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JFS
Caleb Scott
Melinda Rhodes
Sally Talfourd
Xavier Reid
Ibuki Ito
TheSouthernExpress
Queen Melody

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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MATCH 1
Stitches
VS Marcu$ $t. John
WINNER via pinfall: Stitches

MATCH 2
Caleb Scott
VS Adriana Aquilla
WINNER via pinfall: Caleb Scott

MATCH 3
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
VS Sally Talfourd
WINNER via pinfall: Sally Talfourd

MATCH 4
Captain Morgan Darkwater & JoJo Rush
VS Asriel Buzzard (N/S)
WINNERS via pinfall: Captain Morgan Darkwater & JoJo Rush

MATCH 5
Eleos Affect
VS The Southern Express
WINNERS via pinfall: Eleos Affect

MATCH 6
FOR THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Rebel Rhodes
VS King Flip
FALL 1: King Flip def. Rebel Rhodes via pinfall
FALL 2: Rebel Rhodes def. King Flip via submission
FALL 3: King Flip def. Rebel Rhodes via pinfall
WINNER via securing two falls AND STILL EWC International Champion: King Flip

MATCH 7
Gabrielle Visconty
VS Sour Candy
WINNER via ambulance: Sour Candy

MATCH 8
Xavier Reid
VS Killjoy Ito
WINNER via pinfall: Xavier Reid

MAIN EVENT
FOR THE EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Dio
VS El Pablo
Match is ruled a DRAW, therefore STILL EWC X-Division Champion: El Pablo

BRAWL #586 MVPs: Dio & El Pablo

BRAWL #586 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dio VS El Pablo

FINAL INVASION SCORE:
MNB 5 - PARAMOUNT 2 (1 DRAW)
BRAWL WINS

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