BRAWL #595 - TOKYO

[MNB]

Write us a classic, Lady Stardust.

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 #595 | APRIL 17TH 2023

LIVE! from the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan

EWC BRAWL
General Manager(?): Jim Connors
Assistant/Interim GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray

"STARTAFIGHT" by Joey Valence & Brae 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 #594 in Mexico City.

Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, and Ruthless Aggression, all with the EWC Championship.

From there we look at the dawning of the Undisputed Championship as we know it today, with a focus on the men and women who have been a part of the red brand who have held the illustrious title including Sour Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, and Xavier Reid, before ending on the newest champion coming out of StrangleMania XVIII, Narumi Tsutsumi.

Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Xavier Reid, King Flip, Tyler Bradford, KU, Antoni Malietoa, Stitches, Melinda Rhodes, Darius, Iggy Swango, Dio, Captain Morgan Darkwater, JoJo Rush, Bathsheba and others making their way onto the red brand.

We then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:

Melinda Rhodes with the FX Broadcast Championship
King Flip with the EWC International Championship
Xavier Reid with the EWC X-Division Championship

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



A wide aerial shot shows that the Tokyo Dome is thrilled for a very exciting edition of Monday Night BRAWL!

A chant begins of

"MNB!"

"MNB!"

"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: 

"この記号の翻訳を調べようとしているあなたを見てください"

"家 何か 何か"

"イトウは今夜キングを謙虚にします"

"今夜は甘くて甘い茄子を楽しみにしてた"

"ハニー、私のパンツはどこ？"

and "東京へようこそ、BRAWL"

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

Aiello: Hello everyone, and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside EWC Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and tonight marks our first step on the road to Hardcore Revolution! Coming off a hot StrangleMania, we have seen the landscape of EWC change significantly...and tonight starts the fallout of that, as we gear up for BRAWL's exclusive Pay-Per-View event!

Bennett: We're looking to fill up the SoFi Stadium in good ol' Inglewood for the occasion, but tonight is all about a heaping helping of revenge! We've got a main event where Xavier Reid looks to get a pound of flesh from The House as he faces JoJo Rush in a Bat of Destruction match! We have hot, hot rivals in Ibuki Ito and King Flip squaring off in X-Division action! We have a triple threat to determine the Baddest Bitch on the Planet as Bathsheba, Chelsea Skye, and the Bullet herself Alex Carbajal face off! We also have a hell of a contest ahead of us as Caleb Scott looks to take one tough son o' bitch in Stitches just weeks after both failed to get the prize they wanted from StrangleMania, and in our opening contest we have the FX Broadcast Championship on the line as Dustin Holt looks to try and dethrone the champ Melinda Rhodes in a No Ropes, No DQ match!

Steve has to take a moment to catch his breath before looking over at an astonished Aiello.

Bennett: Ya like how quick I rattled that off, Joe? I learned it off some schmuck on the indies.

Aiello: Fair play Steve, all that to say we are ready for a great night of action in Tokyo, right after--

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Stitches is seen backstage. No, deeper than that. The carnival clown is far below the arena in the sweltering, compact confines of the boiler room. Out of the corner of his eye he sees something. He takes a defensive step back as slowly, with hands raised, out of the shadows walks the International champion to a big pop of applause from Japan. Championship on his Brawl-red sport coat shoulder and a smile on his face, the King saunters forward.

King Flip: Why so serious, friend?

The King has a good laugh but quickly clears his throat and stops when Stitches does not reciprocate. Flip slowly lowers his hands.

King Flip: Don't worry, I'm not here to renege, or swipe you from behind, or any of that shit you may have had to deal with before. On the contrary.

With his hands finally lowered to a more rested position, he lifts his right hand right back up and extends it outward.

King Flip: I just came to thank you. We had a gentleman's agreement. I had your back, you had mine. It was a pleasure doing business with you and, quite frankly, I may not have come up with a name yet but if you were ever in the business of a tag team partner. Please. Look no further.

Flip waits for Stitches to say or do something.

Stitches: After everything we have been through and everything we have done, you have the audacity to extend a proverbial hand out to me to form a partnership? Let's be real clear here, what happened at Stranglemania was strictly business, business that worked out in your favour and not mine, and right now I am not too pleased about that. However, I do have to admire the effrontery of a man willing to push all of that aside for the sake of business. I was adamant about cracking your skull wide open and you still welcomed my services with open arms...

A sinister smile permeates the face of the carnival clown.

Stitches: If you are in the business of finding a tag team partner, I am not it. There is no partnership here, you and I are not friends, we are merely acquaintances, with a shared respect for one another and a common goal; to form an unholy alliance and pry the Tag Team Championships from the new champions. Consider me all-in on this little experiment.

With that comment the carnival clown extends a hand, accompanied by a twisted smirk. King Flip takes a moment to process the situation before shaking with the trademark smile of his own. Japan doesn't know what to think and their audible reaction shows this. The two shake for a moment, then Flip releases and takes a few steps toward the camera before stopping. He looks over his shoulder at Stitches.

King Flip: Extreme Wrestling may yet be surprised how powerful foes can be when they want the World's Tag Team championships. We'll get back to you cracking my skull later. In the meantime, it may behoove you to keep in mind I may not be your first option... but I'm not Neveah, either. I won't turn my back on you. See you when Stitches and King Flip debut as a tag team.

Stitches squints at Flip as the King slowly walks away, obviously thinking about what the International champion just said. The camera follows from the front and after a moment of quick steps... it's Chanel! She comes into view walking just as quickly as the King. A hurried and worried whisper comes from her.

Chanel: Flip, wha-

King Flip: Less talkie, more walkie. We gotta get the hell outta here.

Cameras cut to a shocked Joe Aiello and Steve Bennett who don't look prepared to start the show anymore.

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A TRUE TEST OF FIGHTING SPIRIT FOR THE GOLD!
NO ROPES | NO DISQUALIFICATIONS
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Dustin Holt
VS Melinda Rhodes

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We return to ringside where we see the ring crew surrounding, well, the ring. In their hands are the ropes and tools they need to set them up after this match has come to an end, before we cut to commentary.

Aiello: Holy moly, what did we just see Steve? Stitches and Flip...teaming up?

Bennett: God, I can only assume this means ding dong, the King Dong's dead...

Aiello: And we don't even have time to really think about that, because our opening contest is underway! Let's take it to Jessica Stroup!

Stroup: The following match, set for one fall, is a No Rope Match and it is for the FX Broadcast Championship. Joining us first, the challenger, residing in Gainesville, Florida and weighing in at 240 pounds ... DUSTIN HOLT!

“Heart of a Champion” suddenly starts playing as Dustin Holt walks through the current as the crowd immediately greets him with loud boos. A slight smirk forms across his lips as he makes his way down the ramp. He slides into the ring and poses on the middle turnbuckle before leaning in the corner.

Stroup: And the opponent, hailing from Rome, Georgia and weighing in at 145 pounds, she is the FX Broadcast Champion... The Rebel Star… MELINDA RHODES!

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 into the ring, pops up and throws a three fingered salute to the fans!

DING DING DING

They look like they are about to lock up but Holt ducks and smacks Rhodes with knife edge chops. Rhodes runs at Holt for a clothesline but he catches Rhodes with a flapjack that he rolls into a Boston Crab. There’s no ropes to break the hold, so Rhodes is forced to wriggle her way onto her back. Rhodes shows amazing core strength when she sits up and monkey flips Hold across the ring. Rhodes charges at Holt but she runs into a thrust kick. She staggers into a Samoan backbreaker that Holt spins into a knee to the face. Holt grabs Rhodes and hits a German Suplex before hooking the leg for a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Rhodes lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Holt lifts Rhodes off the mat but she pulls him down with an arm drag. Rhodes runs toward the ropes but there are none. Instead she runs and bounces off the middle turnbuckle for an Asai moonsault. Holt gets to his feet as Rhodes charges at him. He tries to counter with a backdrop but Rhodes manages to counter the counter hitting a DDT. Rhodes runs at Holt hitting a low dropkick. She makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Holt rolls to his side breaking the count.

Aiello: A close near fall there for Melinda Rhodes!

Bennett: That it was!

Frustrated at the kickout, Rhodes unleashes a series of forearms. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps at Holt and twists around him hitting a Skull Tattoo. She rolls him onto his back as he drops to the mat. She makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Holt gets a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Rhodes grabs hi arm and tries to apply an armbar but Holt punches his way free with right hands. Rhodes staggers away but Holt is on his feet. He grabs her and drives her to the mat with No Fly Zone. He rolls her over and makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Rhodes rolls to her front to break the count.

Aiello: So close to a new champion right there!

Bennett: Close but I believe both have more in the tank. Question is, who can empty the other’s first?

Holt lifts Rhodes to her feet and drops her onto the top turnbuckle with snake eyes and a clothesline. Holt lashes out with a Brain Damage but Rhodes manages to catch his foot to block. She tosses his foot away and, with no ropes to catch him, Holt crashes to ringside. He rolls back into the ring and gets to his feet. It’s all left him open for Rhodes to hit a Rebel Star Slayer. Holt reaches for the ropes but there are none. He slowly starts to fade but he taps.

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via submission and STILL FX Broadcast Champion, MELINDA RHODES !

Rhodes climbs the turnbuckles and hoists her championship high as she headbangs to her music.

Aiello: Melinda Rhodes defends her championship here on Brawl! We thought the lack of ropes might hold the competitors back but Melinda Rhodes used it to her advantage.

Bennett: Exactly. The blocking of his finisher and the crash to the outside cost Dustin Holt tonight. I say this could have been a much different story had there been ropes tonight.

Aiello: And as we see the ring crew starting to set up the ring for the rest of the night, it seems as though we will be taking an extended commercial break. Plenty of time to get hyped for our next contest, as Caleb Scott takes on Stitches! Don't go away, folks!

We move to a commercial break.

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A CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE AWAITS!
SINGLES MATCH, STREET FIGHT
Caleb Scott
VS Stitches

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We return to ringside where the ropes have been hastily restored, the official testing them with a frown before he signals to Stroup to start calling the competitors.

Aiello: From the competitive brutality of an FX Broadcast Championship contest, to a meeting of painted faces and simply brutal minds as we look to Caleb Scott and the man, the myth, the legend; Stitches!

Bennett: Oh, hell yeah, you can bet this is an uphill battle for the mysterious man from Minnesota - but he's gonna come out swinging. Both of them fell a little short of the pinnacle at StrangleMania, but there ain't no arguing with a final four in the Hellevator, nor a top three placing in the Legends of the Ring tournament!

Stroup: The following match is a street fight! Joining us first, from the Carnival of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at two hundred and sixty 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 his opponent, from St. Cloud, Minnesota, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds ... CALEB SCOTT!

Lights go black as Ze Nigmar plays. Four hooded figures with torches come out and stand on the stage, two on each side of the entrance. Lights stay off as the song intro plays. Once the drums start, a single beam of light from above the ring shoots to the stage as Caleb Scott and Luke Mason walk out through a thick white fog and stands between the hooded drudges. Holding his chain-wrapped bat, Caleb stands there for a few seconds looking out at the crowd with Luke, who is doing the same. They begin to slowly walk to the ring as a short row of fire ignites on either side of the entrance ramp. Caleb approaches the steel steps and places his bat on the top step as Luke stands beside him. Caleb then places his hand on top of the bat and closes his eyes for a few seconds before going up the steps and into the ring while Luke slides in under the bottom rope, the single beam of light follows Caleb the entire time. He walks towards the corner and stands on the middle rope and Luke stands between the turnbuckles, against the ropes. Caleb stares out into the crowd for a few seconds before taking a deep breath, extending his arms out to the side, and unleashing a loud, thunderous scream before the lights come back on.

DING DING DING

There's a commotion to start the match, as Caleb Scott has to shout down Luke Mason from charging past him at Stitches - putting out a strong arm and driving his friend back into the corner. The Carnival Clown paces to and fro, smirking and rolling out his neck, cracking his knuckles as the crowd rain down jeers at the slow start. Stitches mimes checking his watch, and gets a rare pop from the baying fans as Scott rounds on the former Everything Champion, breaking from zero to a full throttle sprint that catches Stitches wide-eyed; PLOWING him over the top rope with a maniacal clothesline that sends the second man right after the first, crashing down together...

...in a momentary tangle of limbs that diffuses into vicious haymakers, the two staggering back and forth beneath the fury of their strikingly similar blows. A trickle of blood is running from Stitches' forehead already, as he pushes himself off the barricade and drives a sharp heel down onto Scott's left foot, rakes his fingernails across the smaller man's eyes, and then closes in with a foul-mouthed smirk, crushing their foreheads together with a bone-rattling impact!

Scott falls backwards, but Stitches grabs him with an underhook and jerks him back up for a second collision! His skull splits, a gout of blood pumping from within, and it's into this gouge that Stitches digs a finger before delivering a third headbutt - to the JAW. With a sickening crunch, Caleb takes a knee. His foe has ripped himself a new injury, and stands over him with a bray of laughter, spreading his arms as the blood trickles down over his wild eyes.

Aiello: Oh my god! We're moments into this contest, and both men are already bleeding!

Bennett: Yeah they are! I'd say Scott fucked with the wrong guy, but this was mutual and I. Love. It.

Suddenly, Caleb surges to his feet, emitting a guttural growl as he about blows through Stitches' midsection with a furious spear, driving the other man back into the barricade and posturing up to rain down hammer blows as the crowd cheer him on passionately! Scott snarls at them, only getting a louder pop as he throws one final blow against the clown's bloodied temple, then scoops him up around the neck and shoulders, spins and plants him with a savage uranage! GRIM DEATH!! The sickening crunch comes from Stitches' spine now, but Scott isn't done in the least, yanking him upright and nailing a stiff uppercut, sending his dazed and dangerous foe staggering toward the ramp.

There's a sharp whistle from behind Scott, and he turns in time to snag from the air his barbed baseball bat, helpfully flung toward him by Luke Mason. His friend shrugs and grins, and Caleb curtails any reprimand; instead spinning into a hefty homerun smash that impacts Stitches' upper arm as he blocks in relative vain. The Carnival Clown is freakishly tough, though, and he intercepts a second swing with both hands, digging his fingers into the barbed wire and wrenching the bat away, resetting his posture only to bring the handle up into Scott's jaw as he runs right back in!

Stitches tries to get a better grip, but the wire slices deep, and he's hissing in pain as Caleb recovers and drives a kick to the gut, then opens up with a flurry of punches that drives his opponent up the ramp onto the stage!

They reach the top by the time Stitches is able to mount a comeback, bursting into a LETHAL LARIAT that turns Caleb Scott inside out, giving him a taste of his own medicine!! Stitches pauses to swipe some blood from his own face, lapping it up like a thirsty dog, then bending to pull Scott up by the hair. He eats a shot to the abdomen for his efforts, but simply places a second torn-up hand into the mix, twisting up a double-handful of knotted strands, and using this to bodily whip Scott across the stage, backfirst into the Tron! A large crack appears on impact, and Caleb stumbles forward onto his knees... straight into position for a wheelbarrow suplex, as Stitches lunges past him and hauls him for a second brutal collision! The crowd are losing their fucking minds, and Stitches straightens up, directing them like an orchestra.

Aiello: The strategy of both men; simply to hurt one another, as much as possible.

Bennett: And Stitches is loving it. He's just having fun out there, Joe.

Getting onto all fours, Caleb Scott hawks out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and pushes himself upright on the broken shards of the Tron. Stitches turns slowly, and comes face-to-smeared-face with his like-visaged foe, who gives him a daring grimace and motions him on with both hands. The Carnival Clown barks a laugh, and lunges, only to fly past Scott as the other man moves fluidly aside, and brings down the double axe handle to the already impacted spine! Stitches stumbles, but doesn't go down, and suddenly finds himself snagged in a standing ankle lock! He's hopping, flailing, momentarily panicked as Caleb Scott locks in ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE!!

In desperation, Stitches' bloodsoaked digits close on the broken surface in front of him, and he pulls them BOTH back into the wreckage of the Tron, both bodies disappearing into whatever lies beyond, with an alarming shower of sparks - and the unmistakable stench of burned hair and skin, reported immediately on social media by many in the crowd close to the stage. They're raucous, beside themselves, most cheering for Scott on principle - but all just craving violence, as a hand appears, and Caleb Scott slithers out of the mess, smoldering and gasping.

He crawls to the edge of the stage, and from behind him explodes Stitches, deliriously laughing and gamboling as he approaches like he were having the time of his freaking life. Scott turns, drops down low, and meets him with an hellacious spinebuster at the top of the ramp! CRUNCH! Stitches is folded feet over head as he's released, starting to slither down the ramp seemingly senseless, but as Scott straightens up-- so does the clown, limbs loose, body contorting floppily as his muscles threaten to give up the fight...

It's an alarming, gruesome sight, but neither the crowd nor Scott is ready to see him go from this, to a wrecking ball of violence, as he lances a knee heavenward, and then detonates into the BEAUTIFUL DISASTERPIECE!! The bicycle kick slams into Scott's fiercely-targeted jaw, with a second gruesome splintering of bone that surely, finally compounds the earlier fracture. Caleb's plenty tough himself, but he falls backwards hard enough his skull bounces off the stage.

Stitches is giggling as he falls to a knee, shaking head to toe, but he slowly rises again, and starts dragging the senseless Scott away from the ring - towards the back.

Aiello: What on Earth does Stitches have planned? Last time we saw Caleb Scott, he was falling off a freaking building. There's only so much a body can take. Do you have any idea what's happening, Steve?

Bennett: If I were a bettin' man, I'd bet Stitches wants to finally bring this STREET FIGHT to the street.

To the street they indeed go, the camera cutting to the outside of the arena where Stitches is propping the door open with his crazy harlequin ass, struggling to bundle a now-wriggling Scott out into the air. The Tokyo skyline is iconic and soaked in the caramel rays of the setting sun, warm as the blood seeping readily from both men, as Caleb rises to a surging cheer from the capacity crowd still inside, stumbling into the flash of paparazzi cameras outside the arena. He shields his eyes to stave off the flesh, turning a little late to avoid taking a second Beautiful Disasterpiece right across the bows! But he REFUSES TO GO DOWN! Posting up on an arm, he thrusts himself right back to his feet, gasping, wheezing painfully, but meeting Stitches--

--with a headbutt of his own, making the trifecta a quadrilogy as their bloody skulls meet once more! Stitches looks rarely shocked, but as the cameras flash once more, the Granite City Sadist steps in, heaves a breath, and scoops the Carnival Clown up onto his shoulders. The world is as shocked as his opponent, as Caleb Scott takes a few, bold steps out into the dying sun over Tokyo, gets his feet firmly braced to the unyielding stone...

...and spins Stitches off his shoulders...

FINAL RESTING PLACE!!

NO!!!

In mid-air, Stitches gets his feet beneath him, blocking his inevitable fall, his spine contorted horribly as he struggles to keep purchase, reaching over with his free arm to TWIST a handful of the tender instrument south of Scott's belly. In alarm and pain, Caleb drops down, bringing his opponent crashing down in a more ungainly, less-impactful manner that still looks horrific - concrete takes no prisoners, and both men are victim to its ministrations.

But Stitches manages to stir first, wriggling behind Scott and shoving him forward, bringing his bruised, quivering legs into position, seizing Scott's ankle and tying him up with the CARNIVAL PRETZEL!!

It's hard to tell if Stitches is grinning, or simply baring a desperate rictus of pain, as he wrenches in the complex, unforgiving hold, cameras continuing to flash on the pair as they sit, a grisly and actively harmful spectacle on the street of Tokyo. Scott should be in his element, out here, but he's trapped in another sadist's snare...

The camera zooms in as he taps, and the bell is called for inside the arena.

DING DING DING

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

Boos rain down, as Stitches releases Caleb Scott and flops onto his own back beside him, flapping his arms and legs slowly - failing to make a concrete angel, for what should be obvious reasons, but allowing the cooling air to wash over him, as he revels in the beautiful brutality of his victory. It's a bizarre image, highlighted by the blood copiously speckling the paving stones outside the iconic Tokyo Dome.

Aiello: Stitches told his opponent to consult a higher power, and now he's staring up at the heavens, mocking that higher power for daring to send him an emissary that couldn't quite measure up. I've got goosebumps, Steve.

Bennett: Yeah, that's one wild and scary mofo. Scott gave almost as good as he got, they're both gonna need stitches, but only the clown gets to stand tall with the bragging rights from this one. Sometimes, you can give all you got, but it's just not enough. Stitches found that out at StrangleMania, and he just turned that around tonight.

Aiello: True that, Steve! Folks, up next we have the first of what we can best describe as Iggy Swango tribute matches. As ol' Lady Stardust travels through the cosmos, we here at BRAWL wanted to honor her in whatever way we could...and in 2019 she took part in a unique triple threat to find the Baddest Bitch on the Planet! Up next we have a return to that affair as Bathsheba, Chelsea Skye, and Alex Carbajal face off in triple threat action! Don't go away folks!

We move to a commercial break.

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Relieve the night Scorpio, Iggy Swango, and Samantha "Titaness" Hamilton squared off to determine the Baddest Bitch on the Planet, by tuning into BRAWL #542 on EWCTV!

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WHO IS 2023'S BADDEST BITCH ON THE PLANET?
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Bathsheba
VS Chelsea Skye
VS Alex "Bullet" Carbajal

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We return to ringside where Jessica Stroup strands prepared to call the next match.

Aiello: Up next is a match quite some time in the making, Steve!

Bennett: That's right Joe, three women who have had their share of battles this season and last are now geared up to answer a question that's been waiting since 2019 to be asked once again...who is the baddest bitch on the planet?

Stroup: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, being accompanied to the ring by Father Mathias, from Babylon, weighing in at 130 pounds ... The Whore of Babylon, BAAATHSHEEEBAAA!

As the violin starts the arena plunges into darkness and stays pitch black for the first 40 seconds until the piano starts. When it does a red spotlight shines down shines down on Father Mathias who is cackling with laughter. After another 20 seconds he slams his cane on the stage which causes fire to shoot up from the stage behind him to the left and right. Bathsheba comes crawling out from under the stage and stops when she gets to Father Mathias' feet. Together they go to the ring where Bathsheba slides under the bottom rope where she listens to Father Mathias' last minute instructions.

Stroup: Introducing next, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 123 pounds... The Nightmare Angel, CHELSEA SKYEEE!

The Opening riff to 'Reborn Through Failure' hits the speakers and Chelsea comes out ready for action. She stands with her usual confidence at the edge of the stage for a moment, then struts her stuff to the ring. Walking up the steel steps, she enters the ring and finishes with a pose for the crowd.

Stroup: And finally, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 135 pounds ... ALEX 'BULLET' CARBAAAJALLL!

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

Bathsheba rushes Skye right at the bell. Carbajal takes a few defensive side steps as Bathsheba ducks a Skye clothesline. Chelsea can't set up a proper defense as she turns right into a Bathsheba shotgun dropkick. Skye is sent right into a corner and drops seated to the canvas. Bathsheba also can't put a proper defense, however, as she also turns right into trouble when she gets to her feet. The Bullet connects with a high knee right to the face, shades of a young HHH as she flattens the opposition. Bathsheba stumbles back to a vertical position only to take one, two, three forearms to the face taking her to the same corner Skye is seated in. Carbajal takes a few steps around to have enough momentum for another running knee to the face. Bathsheba rips herself from the corner by the top rope, opting to fall awkwardly to the canvas over taking another Bullet to the dome. Carbajal instead slams forcefully into the top turnbuckle with her offensive knee and sends it right into her own stomach as her errant left foot smacks Skye right in the teeth.

Alex looks like the winds been knocked out of her and the shotgun dropkick Bathsheba follows up with doesn't help. The Bullet falls through the ropes and slams harshly on the thinly-padded concrete. She chokes and coughs as she struggles for several moments to catch any sort of breath. The Whore bares her grotesque maw as she comes to realize Skye is pulling themselves to a vertical position in the corner. Chelsea is holding her mouth, protecting a cut on her lip that the referee interjects to quickly inspect; unfortunately for Chelsea, Bathsheba doesn't give a fuck about any of that and neither does Father Mathias. He can be heard giving some form of instruction to his client. She shotgun dropkicks the referee right in the lower back, forcing him to sandwich Chelsea in the corner while simultaneously bashing heads with her in the process.

Aiello: Whoa, we're really off to the races now Steve!

Bennett: Good lord, Bathsheba is like a woman possessed right now!

Relentless, The Whore quickly takes Chelsea Skye's night from bad to worse. TARANTULA! Bathsheba locks in her illegal signature submission and tears forth the legs of Skye with all available force. The Bullet is finally on her feet, breath eased and normal, as she anchors herself against the announce table a moment. She turns and in less than a second leaps forth. CABACERA! The strike of Carbajal's boot on Bathsheba's unsuspecting face echoes. The Whore bounces shoulder first off the ring apron, then continues to drop like a wet towel to the padding below. Japan shows their appeciation for Alex as she screams out and poses for them against the guardrail. It looks like Carbajal is gearing up fr another vicious boot to the face of her opponent and the arena couldn't be more here for it. 'Sheba gets to a vertical base, completely unawares, and is about to stumble into what would surely put her out when Father Mathias gets involved in the match again. He shoves Bathsheba to safety, The Whore clutching onto the announce table with a hiss as she bounds into it. CABACERA! The Bullet connects with the signature boot and doesn't look that sad that she hit the wrong target.

Alex does, however, linger on looking down at him just a second too long. Carbajal turns back toward Bathsheba and The Whore lunges at her until both women are brought colliding into the ring post and steel steps. Alex winces and bails down but Bathsheba seems unphased. She begins biting Alex Carbajal's forehead! The Bullet wails out and flails all appendages about aimlessly as this violent Abdullah the Butcher style assault continues. It does, that is, until Chelsea Skye stumbles into the picture. Bathsheba removes her maw from The Bullet's dome piece and goes for another one of those nasty shotgun dropkicks. Skye finally scouts it with a shove of the legs out of her general direction. Bath bounds ass first off the padding and is swiftly back up. FOR JUSTIN! Picture perfect slingblade signature maneuver from Skye puts Bathsheba down for the first time in this match up.

Aiello: Down goes Bathsheba! Chelsea really showing her strengths here!

Bennett: Yeah, but...what the hell is she doing!?

Chelsea Skye makes the terrifying mistake of figuring out what happens when you try to find out if your opponent is okay from the moment your other opponent bit them. Blindly, Alex immediately fires away with the fastest forearms in the business. Low kicks take Chelsea back further, who calls out she's just trying to help, but Carbajal is still just thundering forward. SWEATING BULLETS! The Bullet continues in a signature flurry of blows that leaves Skye dropping like a bad habit after a violent uppercut finale sends her back first into the guardrail. Carbajal picks the remains of Skye off the metal railing and is blindsided much to the joy of Japan and chagrin of Alex The Bullet. CLIPPED WING ANGEL!

Skye has reached her boiling point and screams out as she leaps into action and has Alex on the ground, locking in her submission finisher on the outside of the ring. Alex Carbajal doesn't take long to start tapping but it doesn't matter. It's outside of the ring. Chelsea comes to her senses after some yelling from the referee, proceeds to release the hold, get up and get herself and Alex into the ring. Meanwhile, Bathsheba has slithered over to a still unconscious Father Mathias to retrieve something...his cane! Bathsheba slides into the ring, cane at the ready as she takes a swing...connecting right to the skull of Skye! Skye falls to the canvas as Bathsheba takes a swing at Bullet...but she ducks, instead hitting a flurry of hooks, jabs, and punches on Bathsheba! SWEATING BULLETS! Bathsheba looks out of it as Bullet pulls her in with a ripcord rolling elbow! DIOS ES UNA BALA! Skye is still out from that cane shot as Bullet makes the cover!



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DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... ALEX CARRRRRBAJAAAAAAL!

Bullet is slow to her feet, but when she stands up gets her hand raised by the ref to the approval of the crowd as we cut to commentary!

Aiello: What a match, and what a win for Alex Carbajal!

Bennett: Bullet proved herself against the toughness of both Bathsheba and Chelsea Skye tonight, and now gets to call herself the Baddest Bitch on the Planet! You love to see it, Joe.

Aiello: You have to believe someone's gonna wanna dispute that claim Steve, especially if this win puts Bullet squarely back into title contention! Folks, up next we have a crazy, brutal match to look forward to. Ibuki Ito comes home to Tokyo, arriving at the red brand to take on King Flip in X-Division action!

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Bathsheba slowly stirs after this, rolling out of the ring to check on Father Mathias before they make their way up the ramp to the back...as K I N G F L I P flies right to left on the EXT followed by a huge red pyro. “Machinegun” by Portishead begins to play to a massive applause from the audience. We see Chelsea has finally left the ring, heading to the back just as King Flip emerges through the curtain, mic in hand, smile on his face, and the International championship draped over the right shoulder of his burgundy suit. He holds his free hand to his chest very thankfully for the fans as they continue showing their support on his way down to the ring just as Bullet makes her exit. Flip is up the steel steps, on the second turnbuckle with the title raised high, then in the ring fairly quickly. The man looks determined to speak to the people about something as his music fades.

King Flip: Good evening, Extreme Wrestling, and thank you, Tokyo, Japan.

Another small applause break.

King Flip: I think I owe Monday night Brawl, and to a certain extent Dio… and to and even further, but no less certain exent, all of you… an explanation for my actions at Stranglemania. By this I mean what I did to Marcu$ $t. John, but also what I did to Dio. What I did to Tanja Devereaux was pretty brutal but notwithstanding to the conversation. Now…

He paces the ring, looking across the aisles of fans in the audience as he takes a moment to breathe. King Flip is about to continue when “Honest Man” by The Gracious Few begins playing on the public announce system. The International champion leaves his mouth open purposefully, letting it slip to a huge smile as Moxie makes his way through the curtain, flanked by former Brawl superstar-turned-manager Amis Shelton who generates a raucous response from the surprised capacity crowd. The two slowly walk down the ramp, the HBO Broadcast Championship shining on Moxie’s shoulder.

King Flip: Ladies and gentlemen! It’s HBO Broadcast champion, Moxie! Show him love.

King Flip smiles as he armpits the microphone in order to openly applaud with the audience. Amis takes a detour en route to the ring in order to snatch a microphone from the production crew member standing by. He later resumes his place beside Moxie, who had already climbed into the ring and was currently staring a hole into the International Champion standing across from him. That is until he is pulled away lightly by a grinning Amis Shelton.

Amis Shelton: Now now Mox, we’re guests here remember? This isn’t Friday nights where we can do what we want, when we want. We’ve got to remember our manners! If we’re going to barge in unannounced, the very least we can do is introduce ourselves…

Amis then looks at King Flip with a condescending sneer.

Amis Shelton: properly.

Shelton then turns to face the audience in attendance, some are still raving at Amis’ sudden return to Monday night TV.

Amis Shelton: So ladies and gentlemen, you all know who Amis Fuckin’ Shelton is but this isn’t about me for a change, no. You’re looking at the man who’s taken Friday nights by storm, a man who is a mere 10 days away from becoming the longest reigning HBO Broadcast Champion. The absolute future of this business, this is Moxie!

A smirk appears on the usually stone faced HBO Broadcast Champion, though his gaze remains locked on King Flip. He flexes the shoulder carrying his championship. Amis Shelton then points at the reigning International Champion.

Amis Shelton: And you’re Flip, our apparent King. I gotta commend you, there’s not a lot of people that can go out on any given night, compete in two matches and win both of them. To do that at StrangleMania, the biggest wrestling event in our history, well that just puts you on a whole different level.

The fans respond with another round of applause for King Flip, who raises the International championship in the air as Amis continues..

Amis Shelton: Let me start off by saying that we respect you, Flip. International Champion, a win-loss record that many signed to this company would die for, putting down opponent after opponent on Mondays and Fridays. You’re a straight shooter and I respect that, so I’ll treat you with the same manner… You’ve gone from barely trusted to show up, to a potential Hall of Famer. You are simply on top of your game right now. I’d even go as far as to say that you’re undoubtedly the alpha on Monday nights right now, just like Moxie here is the undeniable alpha over on Friday Night Rampage.

Amis breaks off, pausing for a moment before he continues. The audience doesn’t necessarily agree with his proclamation regarding the young Brit. Flip has returned his title back to his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

Amis Shelton: But since you’ve gone and made yourself comfortable on our show, we figured we’d repay the favour. Moxie and I figured it would be a great idea to come on down to Monday night and get a first hand look to see what makes our apparent King tick and to ask you one simple question.

Shelton’s tone then turned serious as he took a step towards King Flip.

Amis Shelton: Why the hell are you ducking Moxie, just like you ducked me all those years ago?

The crowd responds with audible gasps as Amis lowers the microphone after finishing his statement. Flip takes a step back, traces an imaginary line on the canvas, steps behind it, then points to it as he raises his microphone.

King Flip: You’ve crossed the line once already, Amis. I hope you don’t aim to do so again.

Flip takes a few paces around the ring, looking from Amis to Moxie and back to Amis as he does so.

King Flip: Now, let’s walk this back a moment. I, for one, thought my introduction was pretty okay – BUT! You were right about one thing and therefore answered your question. You ask me why I’m ducking Moxie like I ducked you, Amis? To use your own words: this isn’t about you. It was never about you, son, even for the super remarkable forty-six days you had your name… on this.

The King once again raises his International championship into the air, this time opting to stare down (an angry?) Moxie. Neither man flinch.

King Flip: And because it isn’t about you, I’m sorry, no disrespect intended, but it also can’t be about Moxie. You’ve seen how full I keep the plates that line my feasts. I do a lot. I also, well, I also say a lot. So Amis, I have to counter your question with one of my own: has my being a better champion put some stick in your craw? Or, more curtly… what’s your fucking problem, buddy?

Now it is King Flip stepping forward with intent. Japan gasps in awe.

Amis Shelton: My fucking problem? I don’t have a problem with you, Flip. I’m just simply doing my job, that's all. What I achieved or didn’t achieve with that International title is in the past.

Moxie then reaches out with his hand whilst maintaining his staredown with Flip, gesturing for the microphone to be passed over to him. Amis is a little taken back at first but gladly hands over the stick.

Moxie: But the present day and future is staring at you right in the face. He might not have a problem with you, but I do. I’ve got a problem with the way you waltz around Friday Night Rampage every show. You’ve been trespassing on my territory for a while now and like Amis just mentioned, we haven’t squared up even once. A little disrespectful don’t you think?

Moxie then slowly begins to pace back and forth.

Moxie: You said it’s not about me? Too bad, I’ll make it about me. If you’re going to remain on my show, then I’m just going to have to make my presence felt on Monday nights as well. Maybe then you’ll find that those plates of yours won’t become as full.

This time Moxie was the one to step forward aggressively, this distance between Flip and Moxie was mere centimetres from each other. Slowly, Flip raises his microphone without breaking eye contact.

King Flip: Goddamn it, Moxie, if those aren't the straight teeth in the business then I don't know what are. Have you seen these things? It's like a big, tall, blaringly white wa--

Moxie came to a boil as Flip spoke. The King took a step back in his jest to speak to the audience. He turns and Moxie plants him to the canvas. The HBO Broadcast championship says hello to King Flip's face before the International champion drops to the canvas. Amis follows up with five or six kicks before Moxie puts up an arm to stop him. He kneels down to get on Flip's level a moment.

Moxie: It looks like I'll just be seeing you on Mondays, then.

"Honest Man" hits the EXT once again as Moxie flips the microphone in the air. It lands on an out cold King Flip. Moxie and Amis celebrate amongst themselves as they get out of the ring and leave the show to go on however it may. Medical officials rush past the dastardly duo as Brawl cuts to a commercial break.

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The camera cuts backstage inside the Tokyo Dome where we find Brawl’s Bob Murray standing by.

Murray: Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome back, a man that was recently fired here on Brawl along with his ‘buddy’ Gabi Visconty and yet because he’s also a manager to ‘buddies’ on Rampage and Paramount so he’s allowed back on Brawl due to a technicality…‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love!!!

There is an unexpected cheer out inside the Dome as the camera pulls back to show Buddy Love standing next to Bob Murray. He takes notice of the cheers as he points at himself and mouths ‘me’ and the fans outside in the Dome cheer louder. Milking it up even further, Buddy does his best Hulk Hogan, cupping his hand around his ear as he leans in to even louder cheers before doing the Dave Coulier, ‘cut-it-out’ hand gesture as he smiles.

Murray: What an unexpected reaction from our Brawl crowd…

Love: Please, this isn’t a Brawl crowd Bob, this is a Japanese crowd and the people here in Tokyo love me…I’m basically one of them…

Buddy pauses as the Tokyo Dome crowd cheers out BUDDY!! BUDDY!! BUDDY!!

Love: I don’t know if you heard but I’m a heck of a karaoke’er, so much so they want me on their Karaoke show as one of the celebrity judges and coaches…it’s like your Voice in the states…

Murray: That’s great Buddy but honestly nobody in the wrestling business cares about a karaoke variety show…

To Bob’s surprise this draws boos from the fans out in the Dome.

Love: Easy there Bobby, these fans here tonight care, that show is #1, most viewed show on Thursday nights here in Tokyo and don’t be salty because you’ve never been invited to be on it… I sing like an angel and put on a heck of a show at Amici Friday night and brought the house down…

Murray: Great Buddy, but tonight isn’t going to be as easy as getting up on stage and signing someone else's songs, tonight you guys are facing the International Champion and a man that is waging war on Paramount…

Buddy smirks as he looks at Bob Murray.

Love: A man that has made a habit of sneaking into the ring and getting involved in matters that don’t concern him…

Murray: Now wait a damn min there Buddy, Paramount started this when Tanja Devereaux got involved in King Flip’s match at the Rumble against the then X-Division Champion El Pablo…who just so happens to be another Paramount star…this sounds like a conspiracy to me…

Love: Sure if you watch Newmax but…

Ito:...one person’s actions don’t represent the brand as a whole

The Tokyo Dome is nearly deafening as the camera once again pulls back to show Tokyo’s own Ibuki Ito…there is a pause between the three men as they would be unable to hear each other over the cheers of ITO!!! ITO!!! ITO!!! Ibuki raises his hand for the fans to quiet down as he looks at Bob Murray.

Ito: Are we at Paramount holding Brawl accountable for King Flip’s action? Am I here to threaten and try to intimate Timothy Kahrs because King Flip tried to steal the Apple TV+ Broadcast Championship…should I have gone out there and try to steal the FX Broadcast Championship in the middle of the Melinda Rhodes and Dustin Holt match…should I go out during the Main Event tonight and put either Xavier Reid or JoJo Rush on the shelf the way King Flip did to Marcu$ $t. John?

Love: And eye for an eye…Bible speak…

Ito: The answer to all of this is no Bob, we are professionals and not children like King Flip, I will not sneak around here like an adolescent punk looking to take a cheap shot there and a cheap shot there…I will walk right up to him, face to face and punch him in the mouth…

Love: And do worse since this match here tonight is under X-Division Rules…

Ito: I clearly got under his skin with my shot at him being unable to win the X-Division Championship, pointing out that I’m a Two-Time X-Division Champion while he’s a Two-Time X-Division loser…

Buddy raises his right hand, extending his forefinger and thumb into the shape of a L and holds it up to his forehead.

Ito: Beating an icon Ace King to win my championships, so it’s not like I beat a second class citizen to become an X-Division Champion, I’m a proven commodity in this division King Flip is not royalty in any matter but more like the division’s…

Love: Court Jester…

Ito: And I’m going to show him for the clown he is here tonight…he overstepped at StrangleMania, his fight was with Tanja and he got his revenge when he put her thought that table…it should have ended there but it didn’t, he came out to the ring and took Marcu$ ability to make a livelihood, a chance for a Marcu$ to win the Undisputed Championship, ignoring all the hard work that man’s done to get to that spot and selfishly put him on the shelf and for what…because King Flip felt slighted, no…King Flip walks around the EWC like he’s a made man, like the rules don’t apply to him…like he’s UNTOUCHABLE and I’m going to show him here tonight that that isn’t the case…

Ibuki looks directly into the camera.

Ito: Tonight should have been a homecoming for me, a celebration of Ibuki Ito coming home and fighting in the Dome but that’s not the case, for me this is strictly business, a chance for me to step up and defend the Paramount brand and show King Flip there are consequences for his actions and I’m going out there tonight to get Paramount their pound of flesh…

The Japanese fans inside the Dome stand up and cheer their hero as Ibuki walks off camera and Buddy gives the camera a wink as he follows suit.

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INTERBRAND INSANITY - A VIOLENT HOMECOM(K)ING!
SINGLES MATCH (NON-TITLE), X-DIVISION RULES
Ibuki Ito
VS King Flip

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We return to ringside where Stroup stands ready to call the next match.

Aiello: Alright folks, up next we have a match with BIG implications! Ibuki Ito and King Flip are each looking to make a statement coming off big wins at StrangleMania, and this is a chance to really have it!

Bennett: Hell of a match about to take place Joe!

Stroup: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall, and is contested under X-Division rules! Joining us first, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds ... IBUKI ITO!

"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 Ibuki 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. And that's when the chaos begins. Ito goes barreling forth after a wild crack sounds out of nowhere. King Flip has come up from behind and pelted Ito with a steel chair. The lighting quickly returns to normal as Buddy Love stumbles shakily away from the International champion. Chanel emerges through the curtain, title on her shoulder and microphone in hand ready to address Japan.

Chanel: Ladies and gentlemen...

King Flip turns toward Love after a second crack with the steel chair against Ito's back. Ibuki is sent rolling down the steel rampway while Flip begins inching Love toward the edge of the stage. Japan is beginning to buzz.

Chanel: Being accompanied to the ring by, I'onno, the greatest manager alive, me... hailing from the Land of MONEY. And FAME. Weighing in... at about 220... He is The Benchmark of Brawl... He is YOUR International champion, and Mine... KIIING FLIP!

Chanel looks around confused as K I N G F L I P flies right to left on the EXT. Buddy Love nearly jumps from his skin when the big red pyrotechnic hits. He's almost pleading with Flip as they approach with the chair. Flip jukes like he's going to hit the man and Buddy Love lunges away defensively. Unfortunately, Buddy Love has run out of stage and unintentionally, but very painfully, falls into some sound equipment some feet below. Ito has gotten himself to the steel steps and has come to some vertical base in the meantime. Chanel brings Flip's attention to this fact, but the King still opts to take the microphone as Ito pulls themselves into the squared circle.

King Flip: Smart man, Ito. You always have been. Get in that Goddamn ring so that the moment I do, ref can ring the bell, and we can start getting this back on the record. I respect that, Ito. I do. But I want to make one thing perfectly fucking clear. You've disrespected me and mine for the last time. Fuck you forever. This won't be done until you're fucking retired and I'm still off being a better wrestler than you.

Flip drops the mic and slides into the ring with the steel chair.

DING DING DING

Ito puts the boots down on the King, keeping him from using that steel chair any further. Ibuki is able to not only separate the two but get his hands on the steel chair instead. Flip is crawling to a corner when the chair cracks off his back. Chanel stays low until her moment here, her quick hands grasping Ito by the ankle before digging and dragging her nails against the skin. Ito reacts with a yank of the foot and a minimal amount of pain, more disappointment in Chanel. He pops her in the face with a WHAP as he throws the chair at her a la Sabu. The chair and Chanel go bounding off in opposite direction as Ito quickly returns to business inside the ring. Flip is on one knee against the ropes, desperately trying to pull himself up as Ito approaches. Low blow as Ito grabs for the hair? No! Ibuki scouts the King's despicable behavior with a quick close of the legs. KONBANWA!

He back elbows Flip in the back of the head HARD. Japan winces audibly. Ito doesn't stop his offense, on the contrary, he lifts Flip up and turns him around in the corner. Boot, boot, boot to the midsection before lifting the International champion to a seated position atop the turnbuckles. Three forearm strikes keep King Flip from moving as Ito gets into position on the second rope. The two lock up, Ito still very much leading the charge even as he gets himself and King Flip standing on the top turnbuckle and rope. He slowly and decisively lifts Flip into the air and Japan is audibly anticipating the potential of what's about to happen.

Aiello: King Flip caught Ibuki Ito from behind before the match started, we're still waiting for updates via medical for Buddy Love, but STILL Ibuki Ito has not only caught the International champion with a gnarly 'Goodnight,' take another look at this, folks, but he's got Flip up and it looks like he's going to hit The Steiner Screwdriver from the top rope.

Bennett: Wait! Flip's moving! What's about to happen!?

A quick picture-in-picture replays Ito's signature strike against Flip in the corner. Meanwhile, Flip had been perfectly dangling off the shoulder when he kicks his feet around out of nowhere. Ito stumbles but does fall. He does lose his grip and inevitably come crashing down to the canvas as Flip rolls off the back of his opponent. Sunset flip powerbomb. The King bounces through the ropes and barely stops himself from crashing into something as he stumbles about ringside, bumbling out of the ring from the momentum of it all. Ito has rolled onto his hands and knees with both hands clutching the back of his neck. The referee is checking on him as Flip finds himself at the announce table. He takes Bennett's Dr Pepper -- brought to you today by Extreme Wrestling -- cracks it open, and proceeds to drink the entire twenty ounce bottle before stopping to so much as breathe. Japan is a little disgusted as King Flip belches for a solid eleven seconds. The International champion tosses the bottle into the ring and goes underneath it for some more treasure.

Japan reverses their view on the man, showing elation as he draws a glass table out and gets it slid into the ring. The referee kicks the empty bottle out as Flip enters the ring. The champion drops boot after boot on Ibuki It until the competitor is sent rolling out of the ring. He then proceeds to set the glass table up in the corner, checking its security, then turns back to a now standing-outside-the-ring Ibuki Ito. The former Undisputed champion slides into the ring with the errant bottle and both Ito and Flip just start punching as they collide in the center of the ring. Just punch, punch, forearm, Dr Pepper bottle strike, it's a chaos of brawling for nearly a minute between these two passionate, violent performers.

Aiello: Here we go! Things already taking a violent turn here tonight!

Bennett: Beat 'im up Ito! Serves that man right for taking my drink!

Finally, Ito comes with a clear advantage after a successive stream of blows. A low kick to the shin, another from the opposite leg to the midsection less than a second later, three fast-fired forearms, and an Irish whip pulled back into Ito's signature DDT. TOBIDASHI NAIFU! King Flip is out flat. Ito covers!

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NO!!!

Chanel gets involved, having finally caught her bearings after that vicious strike from the steel chair. She pulls the referee clear out of the ring before they can clear the three count. Referee Matt Padderson immediately starts asking some heated questions when Chanel follows with a big wet smooch to the mouth. Padderson's arms go everywhere, Japan ooohs, and Ito slowly lowers the lifted leg of King Flip as his attention is drawn to the ringside shenanigans. Ito lays down a few 'stay down' boots on the King before sliding out of the ring and yanking Chanel from the referee. She lets out a loud wail of a scream as she wildly smacks him right in the mouth, all the force of Ito's strength sending the taste out of his mouth, leaving him there shocked for half a second.

He snaps back into reality and Chanel screams again as she yanks Matt in the middle. Ito and Chanel both juke one way and the other on one another as Matt Padderson just stands there scared and confused at this point. Ito grabs him and almost shoves him into the ring apron before coming to his senses with a smile. Ito pats the referee on the shoulder, nods, and slides back into the ring. The referee is right behind Ibuki Ito as they go for a second pinning attempt. Matt Padderson makes sure he isn't in grabbing distance and counts.

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THR-NO!!!

King Flip barely kicks out, the referee's hand almost slapping that canvas a third time. Ito looks in shock as Matt Padderson assures both him and the ring bell attendant that it was only a two count. Ito accepts it and lifts Flip as they both come to a vertical base. A quick suplex into a neckbreaker over the knee of Ito sends Flip flopping back to the canvas. Ito almost goes for a third cover but decides against it. Instead he ascends the ropes again. Ito spins around after getting securely on the top turnbuckle. AGAIN, Chanel tries to get involved, but Ito it too damn smart. He boots Chanel in the face as hard as he can. Even the referee winces as Chanel slowly drops to the thinly-padded concrete.

Ito stands up and scouts his jump. It's Ito high in the sky for a diving double stomp, but King Flip rolls out of the way and out of the ring. Flip stops just at the ring apron as Ito stumbles back to standing after whiffing the high risk move. Ibuki walks right into reach and King Flip trips him up. The International champion sends Ito to the canvas, the back of his head bouncing, as King Flip yoinks Ito's feet out from under him. The King pulls Ito out of the ring and hits him with a STIFF chop. Ito stumbles to the guardrail.

Aiello: Oof, what a rough spot for Ito to be in!

Bennett: Things have not lightened up since this bell rang Joe, and you'd better believe these sons o' bitches still have a lot of fight in 'em!

King Flip pulls himself back into the ring, but he doesn't stay. After fumbling to get to one knee he opts to instead roll and heads right back out of the ring on the other end. Ito recovers from the chop, rubbing his chest, as he spots Flip on the other side of the ring. Ibuki slides in and King Flip crawls underneath the ring. Ibuki Ito is a fast man but he isn't fast enough to catch King Flip's bootlaces by the time he rushes to the other side of the ring. He looks about defensively and snags up the ring bell without much confrontation from its attendant. He stands defensively, looking left and right but not and faster than a man ready for the next move. There is no fear in Ito. Not even when King Flip pops up again on the other side of the ring with a small length of steel chain. Flip wraps his fist with a grimace and slides into the ring. Ito enters in the other side. Flip swings wildly with the chain...but Ito ducks it! He hits the ropes and rushes at Flip with the running knee strike! KITTEI-DA! NO! Flip narrowly avoids disaster, rolling Ito up with a small package...but Ito pulls Flip in just enough for both men's shoulders to be on the canvas as the ref makes the count!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

The crowd are rightly confused as both men finally let go, each waiting for the ref to raise their hand in victory...but that moment never comes. Instead, the ref heads to ringside, conferring with Jessica Stroup on the matter. After a moment, Stroup makes the official announcement.

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that both men's shoulders were on the canvas when the count was made, meaning this match has resulted in a DRAW!

A bit of booing from the crowd on the decision, as they were clearly ready to see either Ito or Flip take the win here tonight, and clearly neither man is thrilled about this as well as they stare each other down, realizing they will have to settle this score another day.

Aiello: Man, what a match this was folks! These two absolutely tore into each other tonight trying to make a point, and I'd like to think that they did just that, Steve!

Bennett: Yeah...that neither man could quite pick up the win over the other! Holy hell, you gotta wonder what this means for both guys, especially with their eyes on bigger things going forward.

Aiello: And on that note, we set OUR eyes on our main event of the evening as JoJo Rush takes on Xavier Reid in a Bat of Destruction match! Don't go away, folks...this is gonna get brutal!

Camera cuts to ...

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The camera cuts backstage inside The Love Club where Xavier Reid is stretching with the aid of the souvenir baseball bat he received at the Yomiuri Giants game. Across from him his manager, ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love is pulling on his jacket, getting ready for tonight’s Main Event match, the Bat of Destruction match that will feature his client, the new X-Division Champion Xavier Reid and JoJo Rush and off to the side, sitting in a chair looking down at her phone is Bunny Love. She is swiping up through a text chat when her mouth drops open and she looks up at Xavier and then over at her father…

B. Love: Um…dad…

Tommy looks over at his daughter, though slightly annoyed she is here in Tokyo for tonight’s Brawl speaking out against it, he knew, would be a losing battle…especially since she was a key figure in their game plan tonight…

T. Love: What Bunny…

He snaps…she ignores his rudeness as she once again looks down at her phone before locking eyes with him…

B. Love: Out of curiosity do you happen to know how many wins Xavier here has in the EWC…

Tommy looks at her confused and shakes his head…but she has looked away from Tommy and her eyes our glued on Xavier, who stops mid-stretch and exhales loudly as his eyes meet hers…

X. Reid: So…you’ve been talking to Chico…

Tommy shrugs at his daughter who isn’t even looking at him…

T. Love: Jesus Christ…first Xavier takes the guy's phone call and now YOU are texting him…

Bunny, who is still looking at Xavier, answers her father…

B. Love: First, he texted me…I think he was hoping I could be some sort of bridge and second…it’s none of your damn business who I text with…but back to my question, do you know how many wins Xavier has here in the EWC…

Tommy picks up ‘The Love Stick’ and grips the handle of the racket as if it was a bat…

T. Love: No…I don’t know how many wins Xavier has here in the EWC…but something tells me your good buddy Chico does…

Bunny smiles at her father…

B. Love: Well, as a matter of fact…he just informed me that Xavier here came into this season sitting on 95 wins, Salvation was win number 96…

T. Love: So then, the win over Darius and Captain Morgan Darkwater was win number 97, the win over Flip and Darna Dare was win number 98 and…

X. Reid: The win over El Pablo at StrangleMania was EWC career number 99…

Tommy smiles as Bunny stands up out of her chair…

B. Love: Meaning, with a win here tonight over JoJo Rush would give you…

T. Love: 100 career wins here in the EWC…why the hell didn’t you tell us about this…

B. Love: We could have told Timothy Kahls and had some sort of celebration planned for you…

T. Love: And it sure as hell would have helped us at the negotiation table…

Xavier, for the first time, seems interested in this conversation…

X. Reid: How did your meeting with Kahls go…do you have my contract…

Tommy’s smiles vanishes from his face as he tilts his head back and forth…

T. Love: We are still negotiating Xavier…these things take time but I assure you…we will have a contract soon…but don’t try and change the subject, why didn’t you tell us about this…why did we have to hear it from your absentee father…

Xavier grips the bat and places it on his shoulder…

X. Reid: Because I didn’t want anyone to make a big deal about it…we have an important match here tonight and I didn’t want our focus to be on anything but this Bat of Destruction match…

Seeing their disappointment…well Bunny’s disappointment and Tommy’s enjoyment on the topic change Xavier nods at them…

X. Reid: I’ll let you both take me out after the match is win number 100 happens and we can talk details about my contract but…until then we focus on JoJo Rush…I understand what a big match this is for him…I’m the big name he needs to make people forget what a disappoint he’s truly been here in the EWC…I hurt his little feeling because I ‘didn’t take him seriously’ ahead of Rampage #506 but honestly why would I…seriously, I was in a match against a former Undisputed Champion and the current X-Division Champion and JoJo…he was as green as they come at that point… less than 10 matches into his EWC career and what, 1-6 at the time…yeah, real big threat wasn’t he…I gave him the respect someone his statue deserved and his little feelings got hurt…

T. Love: Well, he’s going to use that disrespect as motivation…

Xavier laughs as he continues to grip tight on the baseball bat…

X.Reid: Let him…he’s not the only one motivated here tonight…he may not have forgotten how I ‘slighted’ him but I sure as hell haven’t forgotten the way he attacked me from behind like a fucking coward to kick off the season…he beat me with that chair…busted me open and left me there on the floor…he walks around here like he’s a ‘tough guy’ because what…he’s the ‘Enforcer’ of a fourth rate stable…The House are irrevent if you haven’t noticed…they are a bunch of mid-card hacks…shit if it wasn’t for Callie Clark giving them a shred of credibility they would be in line to become the newest Gambit developmental talent…

B. Love: That’s a bit harsh…

X. Reid: The truth can me at times but tonight I’m going to beat that son of a bitch within an inch of his life…and that’s the truth…Timothy Kahls has did me a solid here tonight, he’s pulled the rules away and is allowing me to do my worse to JoJo Rush…sure, he’ll spin it as giving the bloodthirsty Japanese fans what they want but handing me a bat is one thing…but rigging it with explosives to go off with a push of a button and wrapping it with barbed wire…well I’m starting to think Timothy Kahrs wants me to eliminate JoJo Rush from the Brawl roster…listen, I’ve faced bigger and badder men than JoJo Rush and if he thinks having a size advantage is going to give him a edge than he doesn’t understand who he’s facing here tonight…he’s a simple man…who can be outsmarted…see I just don’t want to hurt JoJo…I want to embarrass him…I want to show him and the rest of The House that they aren’t the smartest or baddest ones in the EWC…I’m going to remind them all of this when I send them back JoJo Rush a bloody and beaten mess…I’m going to show them they need a new ‘tough guy’...

Xavier looks at Tommy…

X. Reid: To send a message to Jamie that I do not forgive and I do not forget…that I will be coming for him and my pound of flesh…

T. Love: Xavier…

X. Reid: Bunny…

Xavier turns away from Tommy and looks at Bunny…

X. Reid: I want you to keep out of sight…I only want you to come down if he gets the bat first…act quick and hit that button and then get out of there…I’ll take care of the rest…

Xavier smiles as he tabs the bat on the floor as the camera fades out to commercial.

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BATTER UP, IT'S TIME TO GET BRUTAL!
BAT OF DESTRUCTION MATCH (NON-TITLE)
JoJo Rush
VS Xavier Reid

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We return to ringside where await for the JoJo Rush vs Xavier Reid in a Bat of Destruction match for the Main Event.

Aiello: Xavier Reid has been on a warpath since the start of the season, culminating to winning the X-Division Championship at Stranglemania. Now, the new X-Division Champion is facing off against JoJo Rush of the House in a bat of destruction match. One button is placed upon the turnbuckles, that when pressed, Upon hitting the button a 3 count will start to prime the explosive, after 3 seconds you may hit your opponent with the bat. The opponent can stop the count, or disarm the bomb, by hitting the button themselves, and the winner is only decided by referee stoppage.

Bennett: Now you’re speaking my language, Aiello. Xavier is the champ, and you have to respect that he put an end to Pablo’s record breaking championship reign. But, don’t count out JoJo Rush, he’s shown the world that he’s no slouch when it comes to X-Division matches like these. That’s why I’m putting money on my fellow Texan for the big upset.

Stroup: The following match is a Bat of Destruction match Joining us first, representing the House, from the Badlands, weighing in at 270 pounds ... JOJO RUSH!

Warm reds, oranges, and yellow lights flood the stadium, and flames in three-second intervals shoot up from around the stage. JoJo approaches the stage and points a "Too Sweet" hand gesture like a finger gun towards the ring. When JoJo "fires" the hand gesture, pyro explodes behind him around the EXT. JoJo approaches the ring keeping his attention focused on the task at hand, ignoring jeers and boos. Once in the ring, JoJo stares directly at the hard cam and points another finger gun and fires it once more.

Stroup: And his opponent, being escorted to the ring by Tommy Love, from New York City, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is your X-Division Champion ... XAVIER REID!

The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out. Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage and pulls his t-shirt off and drops it on the stage. His manager, ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love follows him out onto the stage, waving 'The Love Stick' around. Xavier walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy follows from behind and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring and Xavier marches up the steps and steps into the ring, goes to the far corner and jumps up to the second rope and looks out over the fans as Tommy Love walks towards the referee, already complaining about something trying to influence the referee or at least bully him into giving them the advantage

DING DING DING

Before the third bell could ring, both JoJo and Xavier charge straight at each other and lock up to throw a flurry of blows at each other, just as JoJo got the upperhand in the strikes, Xavier rips JoJo off of himself and throws him against the ropes. JoJo bounces off, picks up speed and charges Xavier, but Xavier ducks it. JoJo hops over, bounces off the other rope and right to Xavier who catches JoJo in a Rainham Maker, a perfect Spanish Fly! But wait! JoJo and Xavier land on their feet. JoJo mocks the champion with a wag of his finger before quickly quickly locking his arms around Xavier’s waist and took him on the first stop to Suplex City. But on the first German Suplex, Xavier leaps out of the grip and lands on his feet. Xavier in return wags his finger at JoJo in return.

Aiello: Oooh, what a statement from the champ to JoJo Rush!

Bennett: Reid making a point that Rush is gonna have to do a hell of a lot more to put him down tonight!

The two have a stand off in the middle of the ring, then, at the same time, they both turned to look towards the barbwire bat at the turnbuckle and both make a dash for the weapon. Xavier gets his hands on the weapon first, but JoJo is there to jockey for the bat. The two struggle and tug each other for the bat. JoJo rips the bat free, but it was a trap, with JoJo’s midsection exposed, Xavier plants a stiff kick to JoJo’s gut, knocking the wind of the Blackhat and dropping the bat. Xavier hooks JoJo’s arms and attempts the Love Shot piledriver! Xavier struggles to lift JoJo’s massive frame, but manages to get JoJo up and land the move perfectly! Xavier staggers against the ropes to recover. JoJo sits up holding the back of his head in pain. Xavier doesn’t let off the gas and plants a picture perfect Hit and Run kick across JoJo’s face. Taking JoJo out long enough for Xavier to grab hold of the bat and then pushes the button, a countdown appears on the EXT to count down the explosion. The air is sucked out of the arena in anticipation.

Aiello: Here we go, countdown is on!

Bennett: It's about time for some damn destruction, Joe!

3…

2…

Xavier readies himself to swing the bat down right on JoJo’s head.

1…

While everyone was distracted, a hooded fan leaps over the barricade and scurries up to disarm the bat by slapping the button. Xavier lowers the swing and looks back over his shoulder. Making direct eye contact, the mysterious fan removes his hoodie and it turns out to be none other than Jamie Love of the House! The Tokyo Dome rains down a torrent of boos to the Housemate. Reid turns around and confronts his former tag team partner. Giving JoJo enough time to slowly raise back up to his feet. Before Xavier knew any better, JoJo gets a hold of Xavier’s waists again and takes the Champion to Suplex City. The crowd counting along in Japanese with the continuous suplexes.

“ICHI!”

“NI!”

Before the final suplex, JoJo aims himself towards the ropes and with Jamie pulling down on the top rope, JoJo releases the Suplex high and tosses Xavier from the ring to the padded floor outside! Xavier takes a nasty spill towards the commentary desks.

“SAN!”

Aiello: Oh man, that's a lot of damage to the champ by JoJo!

Bennett: Rush is really feeling it now, Joe!

JoJo comes alive after the final Suplex. He hops back up to his feet and roars out a celebratory battle cry. He goes over to Jamie and before the two could “Too Sweet” one another, Jamie is pulled off the apron by Tommy Love who threatens his bastard son with a racket. While Jamie and Tommy yell at each other, JoJo slides out of the ring and brings his attention back to Xavier Reid. JoJo clears the commentary desk and drags Xavier up with him to a standing base at the table. Xavier looks completely out of it, when JoJo lifts Xavier up high on his shoulders. The crowd boo immediately as it becomes apparent that JoJo intends to hit Xavier’s own finisher, the Xplode on the champion!

But, just as JoJo attempts to complete the move, Xavier slips and sets up JoJo for a Modified Spinning Sit Out Piledriver, but JoJo stops Xavier before the flip, with Xavier clinging to JoJo’s back, the Blackhat stands back up and flips Xavier right back into the floor with a fierce Alabama Slam to the floor! With JoJo taking control of the match, he climbs down from the desk and drags Xavier back into the ring by his hair. JoJo stomps on the champion, JoJo mocks the Champion the entire time during the beat down. JoJo grabs the referee by the collar, he yells at the striped shirt to call an end to the match. The referee checks in on Xavier on if he wants to quit, the X-Division champion defiantly shakes his head through gritted teeth. The Blackhat drags Xavier towards the ropes to wrap up Xavier and leave him utterly defenseless. With Xavier tied up, and Tommy on the run by Jamie Love, JoJo saunters to the bat and takes hold of it. He slams the button with a strong slap. The countdown begins once again.

Aiello: Here we go again, Steve...and I don't think anyone's gonna show up to stop the countdown this time!

Bennett: It all comes down to this, Joe! Let the brutality BEGIN!

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2…

The crowd boos immensely as JoJo drops into a batting stance to crush Xavier with the bat.

1…

Before JoJo lands the killing blow, someone else came to Xavier’s rescue, Bunny Love slaps the disarm button, saving Xavier from utter destruction, much to the approval of the crowd. JoJo swings back around and charges at Bunny who leaps off the apron and escapes to the back stage. Bunny mocks JoJo from the safety of the stage, the Cowboy swings the bat down on the top rope. Yelling and screaming at the manager. It was all a distraction to buy Xavier time to escape from the ropes! But JoJo reacts in time and thrusts the bottom the bat right into Xavier’s groin, the dirty low blow dropping Xavier to his knees in shocking pain. The crowd show their disapproval with another round of boos. To which, they only got louder when JoJo steps away from Xavier and toward the turnbuckle and hovers his hand over the button. But instead? JoJo slams the barbed wire bat down onto the button, disabling and disarming the bat for good!

Instead, JoJo steps over Xavier and rains down blow after blow with the bat. The wire snagging and ripping Xavier up. JoJo drops down to a prone and pulls Xavier into a modified hogtie STF, with this variation featuring the barbed wire bat wrenching into Xavier’s neck. The champion refuses to submit, but with nowhere to go, and no rope breaks, the referee protects Xavier from himself by signaling for the end of the match.

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via referee stoppage... JOJO RUSH!

JoJo refuses to release the hold, several referees have to rush to the ring to pull JoJo off of Reid. The crowd boos loudly at the unsportsmanlike display. But JoJo climbs out of the ring and takes hold of Xavier’s X-Division championship before climbing back in. Referees checking on Xavier place themselves between Xavier and JoJo to prevent any further harm. Leaving the Cowboy to raise a “Too sweet” to the crowd with one hand, and Xavier’s championship in the other.

Bennett: I’ll tell you what, Xavier Reid almost had this match won, and maybe would’ve won it without Jamie stickin’ his nose into things, but the Tokyo Crowd got to see what a Texas ass-whoopin’ looks like.

Aiello: JoJo said he was going to show his fangs here in the Tokyo Dome and he certainly did just that with a huge win over the X-Division Champion. But there’s no doubt that it doesn’t sit right with Xavier that he lost a match because of a referee’s call. Things are only heating up between Xavier and the House.

Bennett: God, what a time that's gonna be.

Aiello: Folks, this has been a wild night to say the least! We turn our eyes to the next show, when the red brand heads to New York on our final stop before Hardcore Revolution! No doubt we will get some things cleared up between now and then as to how the lineup shakes out for the BRAWL-exclusive Pay-Per-View, but until then...for Steve Bennett, I'm Joe Aiello, saying so long and goodnight!

Rush finally drops the title at the feet of Reid before heading out of the ring, regrouping with Jamie before the show fades to ...

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH TWO: Chunks of Darna Dare
MATCH THREE: The Mad King
MATCH FOUR: The Mad King
MAIN EVENT: JoJo Rush

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SEGMENTS

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Xavier Reid
Ibuki Ito
The Mad King / Stitches
King Flip / Moxie
MNB

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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MATCH 1
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Dustin Holt
VS Melinda Rhodes
WINNER via submission AND STILL FX Broadcast Champion: Melinda Rhodes

MATCH 2
Caleb Scott
VS Stitches
WINNER via submission: Stitches

MATCH 3
Bathsheba (N/S)
VS Chelsea Skye
VS Alex "Bullet" Carbajal
WINNER via pinfall: Alex "Bullet" Carbajal

MATCH 4
Ibuki Ito
VS King Flip
Result: DRAW

MAIN EVENT
JoJo Rush
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER via referee stoppage: JoJo Rush

BRAWL #595 MVP: JoJo Rush

BRAWL #595 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: JoJo Rush VS Xavier Reid

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