BRAWL presents HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023

[MNB]

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

In association with Monday Night BRAWL



HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony and Dr Pepper

LIVE! from SoFi Stadium in Inglewood, California

HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023
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

An ominous bell begins to toll as 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 #596 in Albany as the opening notes of "Hells Bells" by AC/DC begin to ring out.

As the drums kick in, sped up footage takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Xavier Reid, King Flip, KU, Antoni Malietoa, Stitches, Melinda Rhodes, Darius, Iggy Swango, Dio, JoJo Rush, Bathsheba, S.T., Alex "Bullet" Carbajal, Chelsea Skye, Zack Tyler, Elissa Bradley, Cyrus, and others making their way onto the red brand.

Through the driving riffs we then get a shot of the Champions of BRAWL:

Melinda Rhodes, a woman hellbent on her mission to prove herself this season with every successful defense of the FX Broadcast Championship

King Flip, a man with high aspirations as he looks to continue building the prestige of the EWC International Championship

Xavier Reid, a cornerstone of the EWC with his eyes on a war looming, recently winning the EWC X-Division Championship

And then, the dulcet tones of Brian Johnson come into play, helping to highlight the situations leading into tonight's show:

"I'm a rolling thunder, pouring rain

I'm coming on like a hurricane

My lightning's flashing across the sky

You're only young, but you're gonna die"

Chelsea Skye and Zack Tyler, two up and coming competitors in the red brand, dealing with ups and downs since their debuts last season, looking now, on this BRAWL-exclusive PPV event, to show the world just how brutal they can be...in a STREET FIGHT

"I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives

Nobody's putting up a fight

I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell

I'm gonna get you, Satan get you"

Elissa Bradley, fresh off a lovely in-ring engagement, striving to really prove herself as an active competitor on BRAWL...and Caleb Scott, looking to put up one hell of a fight...in a match that should strike some as familiar given the situation, a BLOOD BATH MATCH

"Hell's bells

Yeah, hell's bells

You got me ringing

Hell's bells

My temperature's high

Hell's bells"

Luke Saito and Jason Anderson, better known as the Lone Wolves, invading BRAWL territory with the goal of climbing up the ranks of the tag division...but they face a heated R.O.S.E. of Sarah Twilight and Lilith, looking to take their opponents to Hell...in FULL METAL MAYHEM

"I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine

If you're into evil, you're a friend of mine

See my white light flashing as I split the night

'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm sticking to the right"

A conversation between King Flip and Stitches a few weeks ago perhaps causing a bit of envy from a certain Philosopher, leading to an inevitably deadly confrontation between the clown and Flip's former tag partner Dio...in a DEATH MATCH

"I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives

Nobody's putting up a fight

I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell

I'm gonna get you, Satan get you"

The rise of the faction known as The House, who have been running rampant across all of EWC over the past couple months, with a particular focus on JoJo Rush, a man who seemingly ran Captain Morgan Darkwater out of the picture...

"Hell's bells

Oh, hell's bells

You got me ringing

Hell's bells

My temperature's high

Hell's bells"

...and his eyes on extreme gold as he faces Xavier Reid, a man who looks to stop the Blackhat from stealing the EWC X-Division Championship away for The House...in a TEXAS BULLROPE MATCH

A thrilling guitar solo from Angus Young brings us to the attention of our stacked main event.

We go from footage of Melinda Rhodes earning a shot at the EWC International Championship at StrangleMania XVIII, to a hotly-contested title defense of the FX Broadcast Championship at BRAWL #596 before the announcement that Rhodes will face King Flip in 3 STAGES OF HELL...first, the return of HIGHWAY TO HELL which will see both competitors on the back of an eighteen wheeler heading to SoFi Stadium, followed by FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE in which the second stage can be taken anywhere inside the stadium...before things are ultimately settled in HELL IN A CELL

And the kicker?

The FX Broadcast Championship and the EWC International Championship are both up for grabs.

TITLE VERSUS TITLE

"Hell's bells, Satan's comin' to you

Hell's bells, he's ringing them now

Those hell's bells, the temperature's high

Hell's bells, across the sky

Hell's bells, they're taking you down

Hell's bells, they're dragging you under

Hell's bells, gonna split the night

Hell's bells, there's no way to fight, yeah"

In the City of Champions, one will take it all.

Who will leave as Best of Brawl?

"Hell's bells"

Welcome to...

HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023

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



A wide aerial shot shows an absolutely electric atmosphere inside SoFi Stadium for HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023. 

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: 

"OMG IT'S MAY ALREADY!?"

"DON'T BREAK YA NECK IN THE 3 STAGES OF HECK"

"HOPE THE HOUSE HAS SOME CREAM FOR JOJO'S ROPE BURNS"

"SECRETLY AUDITIONING FOR A SKYE VIDEO"

"IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME, ELISSA"

and "SNITCHES GET, WELL...YOU KNOW"

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

Aiello: Hello everyone and welcome to beautiful Inglewood, California, and welcome to HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023! I'm Joe Aiello alongside EWC Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and we are ready for BRAWL's exclusive Pay-Per-View event!

Bennett: Hell yeah Joe, it's about damn time for a showdown between the stars of the red brand!

Aiello: Seven matches in all lined up for the night, and what a night it looks to be! A street fight between Zack Tyler and Chelsea Skye will kick us off momentarily, followed by Elissa Bradley and Caleb Scott facing off in a Blood Bath Match, and the Lone Wolves taking on R.O.S.E. in Full Metal Mayhem!

Bennett: I still can't believe we have RAMPAGE people on OUR show, Joe! It's a travesty!

Aiello: Mayhaps, but tag teams represent the EWC as a whole! Beyond that we have two matches with quite a bit of animosity contained. We have Antoni Malietoa and Cyrus revisiting an old feud when they square off for the first time in roughly four years with No Holds Barred...and then, Dio looks to settle a score as he takes on Stitches in a Death Match!

Bennett: Dammit Joe, I don't understand why this match isn't called a Texas Death Match. That's what this is!

Aiello: But we're not in Texas, Steve.

Bennett: Fine, fair enough.

Aiello: Anyway, we have two major title matches rounding out the night! First up, JoJo Rush looks to represent The House well as he takes on Xavier Reid for the EWC X-Division Championship in a Texas Bullrope Match!

Bennett: Oh, you've gotta be--

Aiello: And in our main event, Three Stages of Hell separate two champions from one goal...all the gold on the red brand. That's right folks, the FX Broadcast Championship AND the EWC International Championship are both on the line as Melinda Rhodes takes on King Flip. This one has had its share of controversy, as Timothy Kahrs announced the Three Stages of Hell stipulation and the first stage at BRAWL 596, but it was later revealed that BOTH titles would be up for grabs!

Bennett: I dunno who went over Timmy's head to make that call but I am all for it, Joe! And let's not forget what each stage entails! Both champs, both challengers, both stuck on a big rig on the Highway to Hell making its way to the stadium...and then, falls count anywhere...and THEN, it all comes down to Hell in a Cell to determine who takes all the gold home! And THEN--

Aiello: No and then.

Bennett: Sorry.

Aiello: Folks, it's gonna be a long night ahead, but it's gonna be a good one! We'll see you momentarily as we kick things off with our opening contest!

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IS THIS A TEKKEN MATCH? NO, IT'S A...
STREET FIGHT
Zack Tyler
VS Chelsea Skye

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We return to ringside where Stroup proudly stands, ready to call the opening match. Cameras cut to Aiello and Bennett as they call it like only the red brand can.

Aiello: Here it is, folks! We gotta thank you again for choosing Extreme Wrestling here tonight, Hardcore Revolution, where the action is going to hours and hours of non-stop violence. Our opening contest is no exception to that rule. Zack Tyler and Chelsea Skye have both shown their guts in their personal chases to glory on Monday nights. They've each had an opportunity or two at the FX Broadcast championship. And even though they may have come up shy in those previous contests, Bennett, I know I don't need to tell you how dangerous each one of these individuals are.

Bennett: You're damn right you don't, Joe, you ain't even stepped a foot in the ring in your life. Zack Tyler -- as much as people don't like the guy -- he's a tough sumbitch at the end of the day. He's going out there with Moonshine Incorporated causing havoc all over the damn place and, quite frankly, I gotta certain place in my heart for a piece of trash like that. And then there's Chelsea.

Aiello: "And then there's Chelsea"?

Bennett: What, you haven't seen that one? Anyway, Chelsea Skye, to her credit, proved herself to the locker room by going toe to toe with Melinda Rhodes not once but twice on Extreme Wrestling television. And we'll be talkin' plenty about Melinda tonight, but right now Chelsea and Zack are gonna come out here and show the crowd that they're two superstars you don't take lightly.

Aiello: And with that, Stroup, take it away!

Stroup: The following is a STREET FIGHT where falls count anywhere and there are no rules. Joining us first, from The alleyyyy out back, weighing in at 175 pounds ... ZACK TYYYLEEER!

Sections of lights within the arena begin to randomly cut off until it is completely dark. Fog machines then proceed to slowly billow the entrance area just as the giant production screen flashes an image of a Red circle that is drawn around a Red Left hand palm print. Zack's [3:14] music then plays. At the [:17] mark, a Red flash of light illuminates the entrance stage and again at the [:20] mark. At the [:27] mark, Zack rolls out slowly on a skateboard dressed in a Black full length coat with his arms folded over his chest. As he approaches the ring, the skateboard rolls under the ring as he slides under the bottom rope onto his stomach. The ringside camera catches an up-close image of Zack as his eyes are darkened with makeup. Slithering into the corner, he grabs the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, removing his coat. His music by now has looped or replayed until he folds his hands together as if praying. His eyes roll in the back of his head as he evilly grins just as the lights come up to normal.

Stroup: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 123 pounds ... "The Nightmare ANGEL" CHELSEEEAAA SKYEEE!

“I’ve come to face my mistakes, the fire fades, the will to carry on, subdued by fear!”

The fast guitar riff for “Reborn Through Failure” hits the speakers and once the vocals kick in Chelsea makes her way out onto the entrance ramp ready for battle. Following her ring introduction Chelsea makes her way down to the ring slapping hands with the occasional fan along the way, she enters the ring and runs the ropes as she waits for her opponent.

Aiello: Do you see Zack's hands, Bennett? Is that TAIPEI!?

DING DING DING

Chelsea runs forth looking for the advantage and gets dropped like she was hit by a truck. Inglewood audibly winces as Zack raises his right hand to reveal the glued glass shards on his fist, a certain malice in his eye. Chelsea is already bleeding. Zack, the sadistic stalker, waits on baited knee for Chelsea to stir. CRACK! Harsh right hand directly to the temple as Chelsea gets on all fours. This sends her frantically rolling straight out to the thinly-padded canvas, screaming all the way through. Zack chuckles to himself as he brandishes the reddened glass, lifting his fist up in triumph once again with a look even colder still. The referee slides out to Chelsea to check on her. Her response displays a cognitive base as she continues to try to get vertical. Zack begins ushering the jeers as they come to really soak in the moment.

He slips through the ropes and playfully boots the back of Chelsea's head on her way toward the steel steps. She grabs them and begins pulling herself up even as Zack shoves his boot off her shoulder, then again against her back. Taunting her to do something and do something she does. Zack slams to the padding to the tune of a beautiful Chelsea Skye superkick. Rubbing his jaw, Zack is relentlessly back to his feet for another superkick. This time Chelsea catches Zack square in the jaw and it's lights out in Tylertown. He folds like a wet noodle to a massive pop for The Nightmare Angel from the crowd. Their jubilation gives her strength enough to smear the blood from her face and pull Zack up by the hair.

Aiello: JESUS CHRIST. Pardon my French, guys, but this is insane! And we're only two minutes into the damn match!!

Bennett: Good thing this isn't First Blood or it'd already be over, Joe. I told you Zack Tyler is a psychopath.

Aiello: YOU ALLUDED TO NO SUCH FACT!?

Bennett: Regardless, Chelsea Skye found it in herself to answer the call from the Devil here. Zack pushed her buttons and pushed her buttons and now, well, he's probably gonna have to book a damn dentist appointment. Those superkicks looked like they sent his molars into the back of his throat. Speaking of which, have you seen the one where she--

Aiello: Just call the action! I can't watch!!

Chelsea has Zack by the scruff, dragging him up the rampway leading to the inner workings of the arena proper. She goes to whip him into the curtain and he reverses the momentum. Chelsea grabs the curtain and swings about like Tarzan. Devastating dropkick drops Zack Tyler on the stage to another pop from Inglewood. Chelsea goes for the first pin of the match.

ONE!
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TWO!!

Zack kicks out with authority, having far too much in the tank for anything past the two count. Chelsea blinks a few times, feeling the effects of open head wounds as the match goes on. She wipes clear the blood again and flicks it out at Zack as he stirs. She can barely even stand herself, her legs almost buckling where she stands, as she waits for Zack to get into position. ANGEL'S RECKONING! CHELSEA SKYE TAKES ZACK TYLER OFF THE STAGE! THEY CRASH THROUGH SOUND EQUIPMENT SOME FIFTEEN FEET BELOW!!

"HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!!"

A huge display of back-to-back-to-back pyrotechnics begin to fire off from the stage and EXT. Inglewood erupts as the referee sprints down the rampway and up to the train wreck this devastation has left behind. Huge metal packaging crates all tossed and jostled as Zack Tyler and Chelsea Skye both lay dormant among the remnants of a soundboard of some sort. Both Skye and Tyler are bleeding profusely, but it seems neither came to Hardcore Revolution to quit now. After about a minute of the referee profusely asking if the competitors can continue, all while a medical staffer rushes in for a brawl-side diagnosis, Zack and Chelsea both get to a wobbly knee with hands raised.

The crowd gives massive appreciation to both competitors as, slowly, they begin throwing elbows back and forth. Skye blocks a mean right hand, glass shards less than an inch from her face, and CRUNCH! Like a watermelon on concrete Chelsea Skye headbutts Zack Tyler with authority. His eyes roll into the back of his head as his body leans alllllll the way back. WHOMP! Zack fires back with his own headbutt, taking Cheslea Skye flat out. Tyler pins!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!!

Chelsea Skye with the shoulder up with centimeters to spare. A split second away from defeat and Zack Tyler's the one looking defeated as he eyeballs the referee.

Aiello: I look back and they're headbutting eachother!? I can't watch!

Bennett: Devastating signature X-Factor from Chelsea Skye almost ended right then and there, that was... horrifying to watch, Joe.

Zack Tyler wanders away and the scene is just the referee checking and double checking that Chelsea Skye can even continue. She's barely up to a vertical base when Zack can be seen carrying with him a dangerous amount of equipment. Under one arm, a lumpy burlap sack, and dragging behind him in the other hand is a standard table. He sets it up, looking back every so often to watch his back, opens up the burlap sack and Inglewood loses their minds. Thumbtacks and a small container of lighter fluid fall out of the sack onto the table. Zack smiles as he spreads the tacks. He squeezes the container of lighter fluid atop the table for near half a minute before Chelsea Skye finally comes back into the picture with a flurry of blows from behind. The crowd hypes her up it looks like a struggle between the two.

Zack connects with a back elbow to the gut, but Chels fires right back with a vicious knee to his rib cage. Neither want to give the other another second of footing and neither bend to the other's whim as back and forth the fisticuffs go. Skye catches Tyler by the back of the head and slams him face first into the tacks. He wails and flails instinctively, falling to the floor and pulling out tacks from his forehead. Chelsea looks to the fans for their approval as she finds and lifts the lighter into the air. They approve. Chelsea Skye lights the table on fire. She gets Tyler over, setting him up for a powerbomb.

The referee is losing his mind as he tries to stop this to no avail. Tyler is lifted up but with one right hand still covered in glass shards, a simple pop to the dome stops Chelsea's momentum in its tracks. HURANCANRANA THROUGH THE FLAMING THUMBTACK TABLE! Once again the crowd is in an uproar as a few EWC personnel come running in with fire extinguishers.

"E DUBB C! E DUBB C! E DUBB C!"

After the dust settles, the fire is out, and the plumes of white clear away, it's Chelsea Skye with a foot over Zack Tyler's shoulder... and Zack Tyler's foot over Chelsea Skye's shoulder! The referee panics. Then he starts a double count!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!!

Both competitors get a shoulder up in tandem. The SoFi arena has absolutely lost it.

Aiello: A hurancan... rana through the flaming table covered in thumb tacks. Why NOT!?

Bennett: You better suck it up, buttercup, this is only the beginning of the night son. I hope you packed a spare diaper. Zack Tyler's out here seeing his spots and picking them masterfully. Hell, I'm surprised the son of a bitch is even moving after that fall of the stage. But his crazy ass brought out a table, thumbtacks, lighter fluid, his Mama's burlap sack from 1917. The man's an animal. Hell of a match between these two superstars. Like you said at the top, Joe, these bastards have been in the FX Broadcast picture. Tonight showcases exactly why.

Neither competitor looks even remotely capable to stand but here we are. Both crawled to a kneel to a stand and have begun wandering around backstage down a hallway. Zack keeps getting within inches, taking a swipe with a left or right hand, and missing by a hair each time as Chelsea continues evading through this hallway. Backstage personnel clear the hell out of the way, trying not to gawk at the superstars or the dribbling trails of crimson they're leaving. Chelsea wobbles at a door and SoFi gets loud for the 'Timothy Kahrs' star on the door. Chelsea barely escapes another shaky right hand as Zack Tyler really puts his all into the punch, taking him stumbling further down the hallway. She pushes through the doorway.

Kahrs: No! Any door but this one... please?

Kahrs was yelling at a small television, huge tub of popcorn next to him as he lounged on his couch. He looks back and his face goes ghost white as Zack Tyler follows the referee who followed Chelsea Skye. The action spills across Kahrs' desk as he flees behind the other side of the couch far away from this nonsense. He eats a piece of popcorn. MICHINOKU DRIVER! Zack Tyler scoops Chelsea up out of nowhere, slamming her skull first into the concrete floor. Tim Kahrs marks in the distance as Zack gets the cover on Chelsea Skye. Inglewood approves.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THRE-NOPE!!!

Aiello: The action's spilling all over the arena, folks, and say good evening again to Brawl General Manager, Timothy Kahrs! Hi boss!

Bennett: You gotta a little brown on your... damn, what a Michinoku Driver. I really thought Zack had it there. Chelsea Skye really doesn't give up.

Aiello: Why did you say it like -- y'know what, nevermind. We're right back to the action folks.

Zack Tyler wanders off again, not to be seen for several minutes. Chelsea, barely breathing, drags herself closer and closer to a moderately panicking Timothy Kahrs. She gets to him with hand outstretched. He gives her a piece of popcorn. This doesn't seem to have been what she wanted; however, after begrudgingly scarfing it down she's able to use the couch to pull herself to one knee. Z stumbles back in with an evil grin, dropping a handful of thumbtacks on the ground looking perhaps for Final Destination here. SoFi pops, Kahrs pops, everyone but Chelsea Skye is having a great time as Zack Tyler approaches. She stops him in his tracks, Kahrs dropping his tub to a thump on the ground as Chelsea looks up to Zack and reaches for his britches.

It looks like... it's a direct punch to the balls from Chelsea Skye! Zack crumples onto the black leather couch as Chelsea stares blankly at the thumbtacks on the floor. She hobbles vertical and stumbles to the desk, grabbing Jim Connor's personalized letter opener. With gritted teeth she turns toward her opponent looking to finish this her own way. Skye rushes right into a Zack Tyler drop toe hold and her back cranks back HARD as her face bounces off a cushion. Zack Tyler shakes his head and wags his finger to Chelsea, lifting her to her feet.

Skye breaks free! Snap dropkick sends Zack flying into the wall of the office before falling face first into his own thumbtacks. He wails in pain, rolling about as Chelsea sets herself up. She grabs Kahrs by the scruff and forces him onto all fours for the spot. SKYE IS FALLING! With great precision, Skye leaps onto Kahrs back, shoves off to the top of the coach, then leaps once more in a glorious and devastating triple-jump corkscrew moonsault. Chelsea lifts both legs for the pin!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... CHELSEA SKYE!

Skye gets back to her feet quickly as the ref raises her arm in victory!

Aiello: What a match, and what a win for Chelsea Skye here!

Bennett: Hell of a back and forth here, but Zack Tyler came up just short. Which reminds me of--

Aiello: Oh no you don't, we need to focus our attention on what's up next. Folks, I'm being told we have an announcement to make here!

Camera cuts to ...

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We return to ringside where Stroup has just been instructed on the next contest.

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, a hell of an opener in Tyler versus Skye but the action continues as we present to you the FIRST STAGE in The Stages of Hell: the dreaded Highway to Hell match.

Bennett: What the -- but that's the main event!

Aiello: Well, Bennett, I've just been informed that the rig is running and we're being instructed to cue over to Stroup as she gives Inglewood the scoop.

Stroup: At this time, I would like each and every one of you to turn your attention to the EXtreeeeme tron!

SoFi Stadium begins to murmur as the EXT fires up to show International champion standing alongside a referee in the back of an obviously running rig truck.

Stroup: It has been brought to my attention that we will be periodically checking in on the first fall of Three Stages of Hell, which is scheduled as champion versus champion, winner take all. Without further ado: The Highway to Hell match! Typically, the winner of this match is decided by throwing your opponent out of the back of the longbed while the truck is still in motion! However, since Extreme Wrestling doesn't want to literally murder any of its superstars, the round will instead be decided by the most amount of pinfalls inside the flatbed before the rig pulls into the parking lot, right here, at SoFi Stadium!

The back of the padded long haul bay fires up and a camera assistant rolls what seems to be a small to-fit ramp one might expect on the back of a U-Haul truck, not a big rig. Off in the distance a motorcycle can be seen catching up to the back of the rig as the door of the bay clangs in place up top.

The Mad King: You're fucking joking.

Stroup: Introducing first, she is the FX Broadcast champion, hailing from Rome, Georgia, weighing in at 145 pounds... "The Rebel Star" MELINDAAA RHOOODES!!

Without visual effort the motorcycle roars into position nearest the rig it can get. It's driver kips up to their feet, riding the motorcycle like a surfboard.

The Mad King: Shut uuuuup.

They don't shut up. Instead, the rider LEAPS from the cycle and just barely grips the backdoor framework with a single foot catching the very edge of the truck.

The Mad King: This is why she wasn't riding with. Who signed off on this Con-Air bullshit? Kahrs!?

Melinda finally pulls herself in, the motorbike crashing off in the distance. There is a CGI explosion. The fans at SoFi pop anyway as Rhodes pulls the helmet from her head. Both champions rush forward. THONK! Hard blast from The Rebel connects, fleshy King dome piece to well-polished motor helmet, and Flip is flattened out on the padding.

Stroup: And her opponent, he is YOUR--

Chanel: Giiiiiirl, bye.

Inglewood implodes in on itself in jubilation as Chanel interrupts, cutting through the curtain with a microphone in hand. Stroup angrily sneers and does nothing about it. She huffs out of the ring as Chanel takes to the edge of the stage.

Chanel: He is YOUR International champion AND MINE. HAILING... from this land, our land, The Land of Money and Fame. WEIGHING IN... at 220 pounds. The Benchmark of Brawl! The Mad King! He is... "UNTOUCHABLE" KIIING FLIP!

Aiello: THE ACTION IS ALREADY GOING! RING THE BELL!!

DING DING DING

Melinda furiously lifts the helmet above her head and thunderously down onto Flip over and over again. With the mad King dazed Melinda quickly ropes both his legs into the air for a quick pin.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, that is ONE fall for Melinda Rhodes!

Chanel looks up in horror as even Melinda can't believe that worked. Unfortunately, the rig hits a massive pothole before she can try it again. KASHLOMP! Everyone in the flatbed gets at least three feet of air before they all simultaneously come landing on the thinly-padded metal. Rhodes capitalizes anyway, once again hooking the leg of the King. But the referee must've landed on his neck because he's already out of the conscious world for the moment. Rhodes can't believe her eyes as she turns to Flip and just starts unloading heavy right hands to the face. KASHLOMP! Another pot hole, this one violently shaking the flatbed, and in a swift show of athleticism Melinda and Flip simultaneously bound to their feet each with a hand on the wall they were just getting flung into. European uppercut from Flip to Rebel sends her a step back but no further. The King steps right into a snapmare by Rhodes. Flip in the seated position, Rhodes grabs him by the back of the head and jumps into a cutter that flatten Flip on his back. With the referee finally coming to, Melinda once again goes for a pin.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THR-NO!!!

Flip barely gets the shoulder up in time even though the count was noticeably slower. Even Melinda looks a little miffed, eyeballing the referee a moment before going right back to work on Flip's face. With her fists.

Aiello: Whoa! We were almost opening the fight with Melinda over Flip two to nothin' here. International champion King Flip simply UNABLE to get any sort of footing here after The Rebel with a cause pelted the man into the ground with a motorcycle helmet. That's gotta heard, Bennett... those things don't have ANY give!

Bennett: You're damn right, Joe. Rebel Rhodes coming in hot and coming in strong here tonight. Not for nothin' when it's all said and done she's one bad motherfucker. The mealy mouth bastard King has gone too far too many times and he's paying for it one whack over the head at a time. If he don't turn this sumbitch 'round it's lookin' like it's gonna be all Melinda here tonight, folks. We might not even -- oh, hello!

Aiello: Ladies and gentlemen, we're being joined by King Flip's manager, Chanel. Welcome to the Extreme Wrestling table!

Chanel: Y'all gon call the match or nah? We ain't friends.

Aiello: Well alright, then.

Bennett: What a bitch.

Aiello: Back to the action, folks!

Rhodes lifts Flip only to get an elbow to the gut and a cutter for her time. She grabs the wall, pulling off of it while shaking her head of it as Flip fires back to his feet. Mel Rhodes is in place for the arm drag into an armbar, yanking on King's arm with ferocity. Once again the rig decides to take several lanes simultaneously and the flatbed shifts, rolling the competitors from wall to wall.

The Mad King: This is incredibly unpleasant!

Rebel Rhodes: Shut up and tap out!

Stroup: With the current tally at Melinda Rhodes, one fall; King Flip, zero... we will be returning to that later, moving on to the next match on the card!

Aiello: You heard her, folks!

Chanel: Wait, what? Nah. I ain't leavin'! Where's the truck feed going?

Bennett: You're more than welcome to stick around, but you heard Stroup. We've gotta keep -- well, alright, bye! Good talk!

Chanel yanks the headset from her head and rushes up the ramp. The action on the EXT spills into a hard slam, both competitors colliding with one of the harsh metal walls as a King Flip scoop slam goes awry when the rig veers on the road a little as it flings across the highway, passing several lanes at once.

Aiello: Well folks, we move on now to our next contest as Elissa Bradley takes on Caleb Scott in a Blood Bath Match!

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OH YES, THERE WILL BE BLOOD!
BLOOD BATH MATCH
Elissa Bradley
VS Caleb Scott

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We return to ringside where Stroup is ringside with Joe and Steve ready to take us to the next fight.

Aiello: Welcome back to the ring, ladies and gentlemen! That Highway to Hell Match looks like an absolute... wreck, Bennett.

Bennett: Wow, hilarious. Anyway, up next we've got one of my favorite wrestlers on the red brand. Darius! AAAAAHAHAHA You thought I was gonna put Caleb over, huh? I got you.

Aiello: While it's no secret that Elissa Bradley and Darius are, in fact, getting married... that has almost nothing to do with what's about to happen on your television screens LIVE on Pay-Per-View! Elissa Bradley proved what she was about at Stranglemania with her performance, albeit alongside Darius, in the hellacious Hellavator. On the opposite side of the ring is a man who nearly tasted victory, one of the many that have lined the defenses our FX Broadcast champions have paved on Monday nights. While Caleb Scott couldn't quite get that brass ring, you heard what he had to say about Elissa Bradley. He's coming for blood... and he's coming for all of it!

Bennett: You can go ahead and discount the 'Golden Boy' Darius all you want, Joe. It doesn't change the fact that my man is a difference maker any night he graces you with his damn presence. Better put some respect on his name.

Aiello: ...Stroup, please. I'm dyin' over here.

Stroup: The following match is under Blood Bath rules! In order to win the contest, you must render your opponent completely unconscious by way of loss of blood! Joining us first, from Saint Cloud, Minnesota, weighing in at 215 pounds ... "Granite City Sadist" 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.

Stroup: And his opponent, making her way to the ring now from Albany, New York, weighing in at 132 pounds and accompanied by Darius, she is ... ELISSA BRADLEY!

'Love, Fury, Passion, Energy' by Boy Hits Car blares over the PA as a fog appears at the top of the ramp. Both Darius and Elissa emerge forward, holding one another’s hands. As they get in front of the ropes, the couple shares a quick but passionate kiss before Darius holds the ropes open for Elissa, who slips between them easily. She stands in the center and holds her hands up, making a pose while coming up with a game plan in her head.

Elissa then proceeds to lean against the ropes as she waits for the match to begin.

Aiello: Elissa Bradley meets Granite City Sadist and that match sta-- wait a minute, what's Darius doing?

Bennett: I TOLD YOU, JOE.

DING DING DING

Former International champion Darius is hot dogging outside the ring, trying his best to rile up Caleb Scott in some way. The sneaky technician swipes his hands into the ring, acting like he's going for the boots, both both Darius and Caleb know he's not even close. Even still Caleb's curiosity is peaked and he inquisitively looks over to his fellow Brawler. Elissa sees her opening and strikes. NO MERCY! Caleb's eyes almost burst out of their sockets for about a millisecond as he's thrust off balance by Elissa Bradley's signature rear-naked choke right out of the gate. His confusion quickly turns to fury as, in the squatted position, Caleb Scott quickly begins to grip the forearms of his opponent and loosen the grip by force.

Elissa's legs grape-vining Caleb's torso don't seem to do more than momentarily hamper the face painted warrior. Slowly, he heaves step by step toward the corner turnbuckle. It looks for a moment he may fall here but no. Caleb Scott forces himself to the second turnbuckle and launches himself off toward the center of the squared circle. CA-CLACK! Caleb sandwiches Elissa to the canvas, finally breaking the fearsome signature maneuver, but looking none the better as they flop to opposite ends of the ring to massive elation from the crowd. Darius is clapping his hands to the canvas to get a chant going but Inglewood disagrees with his sentiment, instead opting to boo him as they wait for the action to continue.

Aiello: Right out of the gate Darius tried to make his presence felt. With the NO MERCY locked in Caleb Scott sternly says, 'No, thank you friend'!

Bennett: Devastating reversal of a beautiful signature submission from Elissa there.

Caleb is first to one knee but it isn't Elissa Bradley in his sights as he tears from the ring in a sprinted leap. CALEB SCOTT SPEARS DARIUS THROUGH THE GUARDRAILS OUTSIDE THE RING!!! Several chants begin, one quickly overtaking the next, from a contested "This is Awesome!" "This is WRESTLING." to "Let's go CALEB!" "CALEB SUCKS!!", the crowd is all over the place as one half of the equation has been eliminated. Caleb Scott gets to a vertical base some moments later, Elissa Bradley eyes wide in the seated position in a corner with a hand over her mouth, it isn't but seconds until both are vertical and getting physical in the center of the ring once again. Elissa Bradley neckbreaker connects. Caleb, clutching his neck in one hand and his midsection in the other, still gets back to his feet but not fast enough. Bradley takes him right back to the canvas with a tandem of moves.

Knee breaker sends Caleb back into the ropes, an open palm slap to the face wakes him up, and an Irish whip faked into a double knee backbreaker. Elissa Bradley, with a handful of Caleb's hair, blasts the man's back out with her knees to great effect to cap this set of moves. Caleb rolls out of the ring for a second of respite as he tries to shake the cobwebs loose a moment. Elissa makes the mistake of caring about her husband as she takes but a moment to wistfully check over where his body is being checked by medical personnel. In this split second, Caleb strikes.

He lunges at her feet and yanks her out of the ring by them. ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE! Inglewood EXPLODES for the ankle lock submission finisher. The referee reminds Caleb Scott to no avail that this isn't a submission situation, all the while Elissa Bradley is FURIOUSLY tapping out. Caleb Scott just screams as he keep yanking, and tearing, and wrenching the ankle of Elissa Bradley. THE HUNTER'S MARK! Darius comes flying in to save the day with a spear! The two men once again collide with and once again completely bull through the guardrail.

Aiello: This is ridiculous! This isn't a handicap match but BOTH these men are acting like it is! And poor Elissa's ankle, I hope she's even able to stand at this point.

Bennett: AAAAAAHAHA FUCK HIM UP, D! THAT'S MY BOY!

Darius leaves Caleb in the mess of guardrail after a few square right hands to the jaw. He gets up and quickly grabs the collar of the medical personnel checking on his soon-to-be for an immediate status update. The personnel and referee both assure Darius that Elissa looks in pain but okay, but the man-to-be demands they check again. He "won't have it any other way" audibly caught by the camera just as he turns into a murderous clothesline from an impressively up Caleb Scott. The crowd goes wild as Caleb proceeds to pound into Darius, slamming his head off the ring apron, steel steps, and guardrail before the final spot of Darius' face meeting the ring post to a bloody hello.

Blood immediately flows from the forehead of the former International champion as he folds to the thinly-padded concrete. During the onslaught, meanwhile, Elissa found some respite in being able to get to her feet, roll into the ring, and roll back out on the opposite end of Caleb Scott. She hops off her bad foot when they meet the padding outside again. Elissa ducks down beneath the ring apron and procures from beneath a trash can with two baseball bats inside. She tosses the can with the chain-wrapped bat still inside it to reveal the barbed bat of her choice. Elissa gets a reaction from the crowd as Caleb Scott bee-lines around the ring to his own bat of choice. He withdraws the chain-wrapped bat with a grin and the two begin exchanging words, a little grandstanding before the coming violence.

Aiello: And with Caleb Scott absolutely TAKING IT to Darius there, it looks like we'll finally get the one-on-one hardcore competition that we signed up for here tonight, folks. Elissa Bradley and Caleb Scott, neither a stranger to the baseball bat, each with their own personal touch to the bat of their choice, and it's looking like it might be anybody's BALL game here, Steve.

Bennett: All that setup for a sorry ass punchline. Anyway, Elissa Bradley is looking for a receipt after that ankle lock, Joe, and honestly I think she might just get it here.

Aiello: Receipt? What about the rear naked choke from Elissa at the top of the match? What about Darius' incessant insistence on being a part of every part of this match?

Bennett: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Aiello: WAIT A MINUTE!

CRUNCH! With wild tenacity, Elissa is the first to swing her bat. She connects instead with the ring post and the bat drops to the ground, splintered, as pain racks through her shoulders from the impact. Caleb was just able to roll underneath the assault and swings about in one precise motion. CRACK! Caleb swings and connects with Elissa's midsection. Cranking back, he comes forward with the head of the bat to the forehead of Elissa Bradley. WHOMP! Bradley drops, bleeding, as Caleb ROOOOOARS to a massive ovation. With little preparation Caleb places the bat on the ring apron a moment to snag up the trash can. He stalks Elissa and places it over the entirety of her head and body just as she's regaining a vertical base on the guardrail. WHAM! BAM! POW! BOOM! SoFi loses their minds as, swing after swing of the chain-wrapped baseball bat, Caleb Scott unleashes a hellacious assault on the bride to be.

The bat wails and slams the can until it's nearly completely flat and Elissa Bradley drops to the thinly-padded concrete once again. Caleb turns about just as Darius has dragged himself back into the action. D gets his hands up and catches the bat before it can take his head off, both Caleb and Darius with wild fury in their eyes as they grit their teeth at one another. Caleb yanks Darius nearer by way of their grips on the bat. He boots Darius and follows by thrusting the bat right into Dar's gut. Darius almost pukes before Caleb rolls him into the ring. The Sadist slides in after him and the brawl continues.

Aiello: Someone get Elissa Bradley out of that trash can! It looks like junk and I can only imagine what the brutality of the Granite City Sadist left behind, folks.

Bennett: Come on, Darius. Don't let him disrespect you like that. You gotta get in the game.

The lights are on but nobody's home after Caleb Scott connects with another devatating clothesline. Darius flips in the air and bounces off the canvas. And then come the boots. Caleb Scott keeps the pressure on as he secures Darius to the corner. Medical personnel have pulled Elissa Bradley from the flattened can and things aren't looking great, folks. Cuts and abrasions line her body and head, she's bleeding profusely, but she still wants to stand and fight. SoFi honors the moment, chanting between "Bitch of Spades" and "Kiss the Bride!" for some reason. Darius has been lifted to the top rope and Caleb Scott is ascending. Elissa limps to the ring and slides in but she's just too late. FINAL RESTING PLACE! SoFi's THUNDEROUS OVATION deafens as Caleb Scott sends Darius crashing into the flattened trash can.

Caleb quickly limps up, a little disappointed as he turns to the ring. Elissa Bradley is emotionally beside herself, having fallen to her knees in the corner watching this tragedy befall her betrothed. Caleb Scott cares less. He slides into the ring having secured his chain-wrapped bat once again. Elissa Bradley is to her feet with her fists up. Scott gives a nod, as if he's approving her still bravery, tossing the weapon aside to raise his own fists. Applause of appreciation from the crowd as one last time the competitors circle the ring looking for the weak spot on their opponent.

Bradley leaps forth, almost securing a No Chance but the twist of fate comes as she's shoved into the ropes, only to bound right back into trouble. FINAL RESTING PLACE! Caleb Scott isn't done. He lifts her with ease. GRAVE PLOT! Caleb plants Elissa to the canvas with back-to-back finishing maneuvers to accomplish the 'no answer' stipulation to the match. He grabs his bat and raises it in the air as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via knockout... CALEB SCOTT!

Tens of professionals pour from the curtain as 'Ze Nignar' blares through the speakers and Caleb's tron displays on the EXT. He stands proud upon a second turnbuckle with the well used baseball bat displayed for the foreign press' photographs.

Aiello: We have medical, trainers, EMTs all coming down right now. Caleb Scott, the absolute monster, proved tonight just how far and capable... and WILLING he is to just cause violence. I pray for the next person that has to stand against the ring against this man.

Bennett: Elissa Bradley ended it how she started it, going on out there and giving it everything she had right from the word go. I don't see this as anything more than a small setup to a big come up from that woman. And hopefully Darius is alright, Jesus. That looked like it hurt a lot.

Aiello: Absolutely brutal stuff here folks, and it's gonna be tough but we gotta move on as we get read for Full Metal Mayhem between the Lone Wolves and R.O.S.E., in just a moment!

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The EXT fires up, showing Flip with Rebel Rhodes in an octopus stretch above his head cackling like a madman. SoFi doesn't know how to feel about that as Stroup chimes in from ringside.

Stroup: At this time, we will be returning to HIIIGHWAY TO HELL! From what I have been informed, the score remains! One fall, Melinda Rhodes; zero falls, King Flip!

Aiello: With what just transpired between Elissa Bradley, Darius, and Caleb Scott's endless rage behind us, after what we watched Chelsea Skye and Zack Tyler do, the lengths they went to. From flat trash cans and potential injury to life-threatening leaps from the stage and hurancanranas through flaming tables... THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!

Bennett: What the hell is The Mad King doing right now, Joe!? You couldn't watch, earlier, but now... I can't watch 'cause I'm cryin' laughin. He looks like a damn clown out there but I guess it's working? Rebel does not look like she's had a good time since last we saw them. She had the armbar locked in. Wonder what happened there.

The Mad King: "Shut up and tap!" "Shut up and tap!" WHO AM I? AHAHA

Rebel Rhodes: An asshole.

Flip scoffs before taking a Rhodes elbow straight to the temple. He falls back, slamming them both to the ground but both bound quickly. Rhodes shoots and secures a sleeper on the King. He struggles for a moment, then just turns to her while petting her arm.

The Mad King: A hug, how sweet.

Rebel Rhodes: EURGH.

Rhodes elbows Flip in the back of the head and jumps into a cutter. She holds the head! REBEL STAR SLAYER! Flip submits!

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, that is TWO falls for FX Broadcast champion, Melinda Rhodes!

Aiello: WHAT!?

Bennett: Let me put this into perspective for you. Melinda Rhodes is a goddamn workhorse. She came in flashy but she didn't come to fuck around. She caught The Mad King off guard at first. Got herself a little quick how do you do pin, well congratulations. This ain't nothin' but the same, Joe. The Mad King taps out here to save himself. I don't know why he didn't earlier, or she didn't in that damn torture rack, but that's beside the point. He may be down two points but who gives a damn? We ain't through this fall by a long shot.

Melinda lifts Flip to his feet, clocks him a few times with forearms and shoves him off. He tumbles backward and The Mad King, terrified, comes to the sudden realization that nobody closed the flatbed. He goes dangling out much in the same way Melinda Rhodes came in.

The Mad King: SHIIIIIT YOUR PAAAAAANTS!

Flip barely pulls himself back up. He gets a thumb to Melinda's eye and shoves her away, pulling the door down. It only draws down halfway when Melinda comes colliding into him. They make a King sandwich and the brawl returns after a quick roll away from the clanging door at half mast. Right hands all around and SoFi goes wild. Neither flinching or faltering. The fisticuffs go until it is clear in the moment Flip is the faster draw. He takes Melinda to one knee and cracks her down with a DDT. He kips as she recovers on the ground. DETHRONEMENT! Rolling thunder signature connects but Flip isn't quite finished. He parkours off the wall. REBEL STAR PRESS! King Flip executes a Melinda Rhodes finisher before going for the pin.

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THREE!!!

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, that is ONE fall for King Flip. Next time we see the first round will be when The EXtreeeeme RIG pulls into the parking lot here at SoFi Stadium!

Inglewood fires up.

Stroup: With TWO falls Melinda Rhodes, ONE fall King Flip, we will now move on to the next contest!

Aiello: King Flip always sending a statement and what a statement to send. After taking a Rebel Star Slayer, he fires right back with the Dethronement and follows up with MELINDA'S Rebel Star Press. I didn't know Flip could do a shooting star.

Bennett: He does a spinning leg drop, what the -- like I said before, Joe, all hail The Mad King.

Aiello: But that's spinning in the other direction, Steve. As we wait to see what happens next, let's take it back to ringside for our next match as we see the Lone Wolves take on R.O.S.E. in Full Metal Mayhem!

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SHOWING THE TAG TEAM DIVISION SOME TENDER LOVING CARE!
FULL METAL MAYHEM
Lone Wolves
VS R.O.S.E.

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We return to ringside where Stroup is in the center of the ring. Inglewood is just settling in with everything that has transpired as the Monday night broadcast team catches us up to speed.

Aiello: Monday nights have always been a pioneer spot for tag team wrestling, including but not limited to the classic struggle between Moors Murders and Luke Wolfe & Gabriel Martin. Brand warfares far surpass even Parabellum around here, folks, and Monday nights has always shown why they're the brand to watch for tag team wrestling.

Bennett: Bloody Surieyazu, wherever they may be, know better than to not have their eye on Monday nights for many reasons. Two of which are competing in the TLC Match tonight.

Aiello: We've got the team of Jason Anderson, The Boss, with his good friend and compatriot Luke Saito in The Lone Wolves. Then on the other side of the ring, after a pretty tough loss to Eleos Effect ON a Monday night, we'll see if the once well-decorated team of Sarah Twilight and Lilith can pull it together here, as R.O.S.E., for Hardcore Revolution. Take it away, Stroup!

Stroup: The following match will be TABLES. LADDERS. CHAIRS! In this contest, the tag teams will not need to tag in and out and only tables, ladders, and chairs are legal weapons during the bout. The winner of this match will be decided by ONE FALL! Joining us first....LUKE SAITO AND JASON ANDERSON ... THE LOOOONE WOOOOOLVES!

The lights in the arena start to flash on and off as the smoke appears on the Extreme Tron. Coming out among the smoke is Jason and Luke wearing a black leather jacket and wearing tights. They both are wearing a wolves masks. Jason have his hood over his head moving his head to the music walking while Luke jump in place to the music.

Luke walked over to the left side of the ramp pumping the crowd up while Jason does it on the right side of the ramp. He remove his hood and start to jump into place getting himself pump. Ruthann and Buddy comes out wearing together, Buddy is trying his best to dance a bit to the music while Ruthann shaking her head laughing a bit happy to see he having fun.

Jason and Luke walk back to the middle of the ramp and start walking ahead of Ruthann and Buddy. They start hand five a few of the fans while walking down the ramp. They jump up and down in the middle of the ramp the lyrics “....The wolves come out to play....”

They slide under the ring with Ruthann climbing inside of the ring with Buddy standing on the outside of the ring. They fall to the knees in front of Ruthann while she take off their maskes. They jump up in place right on to their feet taking off their jackets handing them over to Ruthann. She climb out of the ring while they start testing the ropes a bit.

Stroup: And their opponents. From Key Biscayne, Florida ....making their way to the ring... Lilith ... Sarah Twilight ... R.O.S.E.!!!!!!

The lights go out as a purple spotlight centers on stage. The beginning chords to "Evil In Me" by Thomas Edwards begin to kick in. The crowd boos MASSIVELY. Pyros shoot up from both sides of the entrance ramp and the melody finally kicks into high gear as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is quickly flanked by Sarah Twilight. The two join hands and begin making their way down the entrance ramp.

Lilith points and laughs at the crowd, mocking them as Sarah stares forward, ignoring the sheep. The couple part at ringside as Lilith makes her way to one side of the ring and Sarah to the other. Rolling into the ring they take to opposite turnbuckles. Sarah stares forward coldly as Lilith enjoys some self appreciation among the enraged boos of the fans.

Aiello: Lone Wolves! R.O.S.E.! Wait, is that Chanel on the other side of the barricade? Here we go!

DING DING DING

CRACK! Buddy Love falls to the floor in a lump right at the bell, Chanel coming over the guardrail with the steel chair in hand.

Chanel: YOU DON'T EVEN FUCKING GO HERE.

Chanel tosses the chair aside to a massive ovation from the crowd. Ruthann gives the young girl her moment, checking on her friend Buddy as Chanel backpedals up the ramp triumphantly. Meanwhile, R.O.S.E. and Lone Wolves are ALL business in the ring. Jason and Lilith are exchanging pleasantries while Saito and Sarah do much the same. The men in the ring take quick control in the opening moments, unshaken by Chanel's interruption, and determined to show their resolve as they whip R.O.S.E. into one another for massive BOOTS to the faces of Sarah and Lilith. Inglewood appreciates. Jason and Luke quickly dispatch Sarah from the ring to focus down on Lilith.

A medical professional has come down to check on Buddy and things aren't looking great. Buddy seems to be complaining a lot about his neck as Sarah comes accidentally toppling on top of him, crashing down from a double toss by The Lone Wolves out of the ring. SoFi cheers the accident. Luke and Jason are too busy stalking Lilith to care. ALPHA BIT! Jason lifts Lil into a BEEFY European uppercut that floors her immediately. Anderson convers as Saito slips out of the ring to get on Sarah.

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THR-NO!!!

Lilith shows her resolve with the shoulder up. Jason is frustrated but stays on top of things, lifting his opponent by her hair. Ruth throws in a steel chair and calls out to her son. With a nod, he plants Lilith face first into the chair with a DDT. Another cover as Luke Saito gets a LOW BLOW from Sarah Twilight, who fires up SoFi showing everybody who means business.

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TWO!!
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THR-NO!!!

Sarah Twilight flies in off the top rope and breaks up the count with a NASTY elbow drop on Jason Anderson. She quickly gets up and baseball slides into Luke Saito, who goes toppling over Buddy Love hurting that jerkoff some more. Inglewood appreciates as Sarah Twilight regains a vertical base just a moment before Jason Anderson. Dropkick puts Anderson in the corner. Twilight continues the pressure as her tag team partner finally comes to and now R.O.S.E. is laying boots into Jason Anderson, peppering him up to stumble forward into position. ROYAL BACKBREAKER! The devastating butterfly suplex into the backbreaker leaves Anderson flat on the canvas. Both Sarah and Lilith cover.

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TWO!!
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THRE-ALMOST!!!

Jason Anderson kicks out with ferocity, throwing Sarah into the air and sending Lilith rolling out of the ring and into the arms of a wobbly Luke Saito. Luke and Lilith try to grapple but end up falling over Buddy Love again. Ruthann helps medical professionals as they hobble Buddy Love's lump up the ramp to a very unsympathetic crowd. The action continues. Jason Anderson is back to his feet and Sarah Twilight is once again his opposite.

Aiello: Welcome back to Monday nights, Buddy Love, and, don't say we didn't warn ya. It's H--

Bennett: Great tag team professional wrestling. Both these teams are showing why they excel so well in this environment. Hell, even after a damn DDT to the chair Sarah still said 'thank you, sir, may I have another' and, honestly, I don't care where you're from, its the actions inside the ring and the promos you cut for them that matter to me.

Aiello: I couldn't have said it better myself.

Bennett: Oh, we're all aware of that, Joe.

Ruth tosses in two more chairs and Inglewood fires up loud as Jason and Sarah both pick one up each. CRACK! The steel chairs collide and the strength of Jason proves far too much. She winces and racks backward. CRACK! Steel chair to the face and down goes Sarah Twilight. Lilith and Saito are struggling on the outside, each with their hands gripping their own end of a ten foot ladder. Lilith wails as she stomps Saito into the guardrails by way of a ladder battering ram. Luke crumples to the ground as Jason yells for Lilith's attention. CRACK!

He throws the chair down into Lilith's face Sabu style and Inglewood couldn't be more behind The Lone Wolves here tonight. Jason Anderson takes to the ropes and fires up to an even bigger reaction from SoFi Stadium. After but a moment of grandstanding, Jason Anderson shows why he's The Boss. He's right back on Sarah and it isn't looking great for this twisted Rose. RING AROUND THE ROSIE! Round and round and round Jason Anderson goes... when he stops, only Ruthann knows as she sneaks in on behalf of the incapacitated Luke Saito for a BRUTAL dropkick to the face of Sarah. The referee allows it and Inglewood appreciates as Jason goes for the cover.

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THRE-NO!!!

Aiello: Sarah Twilight showing the TENACITY of R.O.S.E. here this evening with the kick out after taking a Ruthless Aggression dropkick to the face. Everyone say hello to Ruthie! It's Hardcore Revolution!!

Bennett: Jason's just lucky his hot doggin' didn't end up costing him there, Joe. R.O.S.E., though they may have taken a few bumps last Monday against Eleos Effect, these two are dangerous individuals. I've seen 'em wrestle all around the world and Lone Wolves? I love Saito and Anderson to death but they just don't have the experience factor here, Joe, not even with Ruth in their corner. Jason needs to stay on top here or Sarah can twist it right around in a hot second.

Aiello: WAIT A MINUTE!!

After a moment of frustration, Jason kicks nothing in general across the canvas before turning back to Sarah with new resolve. He lifts her two her feet and she fires out of the hold. Inglewood cheers. AS ABOVE, SO BELOW! Sarah connects with a BRUTAL basement dropkick that sends Jason's face off the canvas. He comes to one knee completely stunned and Sarah finishes the tag team signature move solo to a massive pop from SoFi Stadium. HUUUUUGE burst clothesline sends Jason backflipping into the air and once again landing on his face on the canvas. Sarah gets the cover as Luke Saito and Lilith get to their feet simultaneously!

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Luke Saito tries to roll into the ring but Lilith has got him by the boots.

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Lilith blasts via Saito boots to the thinly-padded concrete and Luke tries to stumble to the cover.

THR-NO!!!

Saito with a double axe handle to break the count. Luke keeps the pressure up with right hand after right hand. Ruth calls for the finish and SoFi Stadium is here to see it. A quick cut for the fans at home shows Bloody Sureizu at a monitor, World Tag Team titles on their shoulders and smiles on their faces as they enjoy the tag team wrestling. We're back to the action quick as Luke and Jason begin to set Sarah up. Lilith gets up on the outside but Buddy Love is finally conscious and gripping her by the boots from the floor. Lilith tries yanking away but Buddy cackled from the concrete. OUT FOR BLOOD! Luke and Jason deliver their DEMOLISHING tag team finisher and it looks like it's goodnight for R.O.S.E. Luke celebrates with eyes closed and throws up fingers while the referee counts, Jason on the cover.

ONE!
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Lilith BOOTS Love in the face, finally freeing herself.

TWO!
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Lilith ascends to the top rope. Inglewood stands up.

THRE-NO!!!

Luke doesn't notice Lilith take to the sky. He's too busy celebrating for a win he hasn't gotten yet, taking to the ropes with his eyes still closed and his fists shaking to the sounds of Inglewood's jubilation. Meanwhile, Lilith RACKS Jason with a picture perfect moonsault that breaks the three count. Lilith grabs Jason by the back of the head and tosses him through the ropes into the waiting arms of Ruthann and both go slamming into the guardrail. Lilith picks her spot, waiting for Luke to realize his own mistake. Saito hops off the turnbuckle none the wiser ready to high five Jason Anderson. Instead he high fives the turnbuckles... with his face! TEDDY TRIUMPH! Lilith blasts Luke's dome time after time and caps it off with a NASTY spike DDT onto the steel chair and Luke Saito is opened up.

Aiello: Where the hell is this even coming from!?

Bennett: I told you, Joe. Don't underestimate R.O.S.E. They'll prick ya good if you do and this is exactly what I'm talkin' about. Luke was doin' too much as the kids say and now both Lone Wolves are payin' the price. This coulda already been over if only he wasn't messin' around.

Aiello: Well now he's finding out THIS IS HARDCOOO-

Bennett: Give it a damn rest, would ya?

Lilith with the cover on Luke Saito.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THRE-NO!!!

Jason comes barreling into Lilith to break the count, but not of his own volition. His mother seemed to have lifted the boy up and threw him at Lilith to break up the count herself and Lilith can tell. She glares at the hardcore legend who opens her arms up ready for anything. Lilith grimaces to herself as she covers Jason Anderson instead.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!

Now it's Luke Saito with the break up. With Sarah now back on her feet, both teams withdraw to opposite corners to discuss the next move. As R.O.S.E. moves in, it's Ruthie from behind grabbing hold of Lilith's boot and leaving Sarah to walk into the double team. ALPHA BIT! The quick draw signature from the tag team plants Sarah to the canvas. Lilith yanks away from Ruth, glaring at her, before stumbling right into the double team. ALPHA BIT! But Lone Wolves aren't done there. SoFi Stadium roars as Jason and Luke press Sarah over their heads and out of the ring onto the ladder outside. It claps as she bounds from it. Luke signals for it and it's all over for Lilith. WOLVEN BITE! It's a double submission super finisher! Lilith tries to hold out but the pain is far too unbearable. Lilith taps!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via submission...LUKE SAITO AND JASON ANDERSON... THE LOOONE WOOOOLVES!

Sarah is finally able to come to just seconds late, rushing to check on Lilith as the ref raises the Lone Wolves' arms in victory!

Aiello: What a battle here, folks! Big win for the Lone Wolves, as they look to climb the rankings of the tag division!

Bennett: And a tough one for Lilith and Twilight here, you gotta hope they can bounce back from this!

Aiello: Folks, up next we see Antoni Malietoa and Cyrus square off in a hell of a rematch with No Holds Barred!

Camera cuts to ...

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Man: I was accused of cheating to win a world championship, and now I’m in big trouble! I gotta call Justin Case!

Justin: Did you know that you have rights when it comes to the world of professional wrestling? The EWC employee handbook says you do, and so do I!

Justin: Accused of using brass knuckles and stripped of your championship? How dare they! Caught allegedly stealing money from your GM’s office? We’ll see about that! Your opponent says some nasty things about you in a promo? That’s called slander! Until proven guilty, I believe that every man, woman, and child who enters that ring is innocent. And that’s why I’ll fight for you outside the ring, to make sure you can keep doing what you love in the ring!

Justin: Stuck between a rock and a hard place? THEN CALL JUSTIN CASE!

The EXT shuts off as we head back to...

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WHAT'S THAT SMELL? VIOLENCE!
NO HOLDS BARRED
Antoni Malietoa
VS Cyrus

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We return to ringside where Jessica Stroup smiles from center stage of the squared circle, mic in hand.

Aiello: Coming up next folks we've got a hot feud from times passed. We're talking Brawl 534 and 535.

Bennett: They used to come and go back in the weekly days, Joe, back in the better times. The more glorious times.

Aiello: Regardless, the fight between Cyrus and Antoni Malietoa is a very personal nature. At BRAWL 534, where the action never stops on Monday nights, Cyrus would go over Antoni in a gauntlet match for the Interntional championship. EVERYBODY knew it wasn't over there, Steve, and the next week on BRAWL 535, where the action never stops on Monday nights, Cyrus and Antoni Malietoa went to a DRAW.

Bennett: There's not a lot of things the world of professional wrestling hates more than a damn DRAW. I'll tell ya what, Joe, if tonight ends in a DRAW I'll get up and whoop both their asses. How 'bout that?

Aiello: I'd like to see you try, Steve! But NOW! Now, all this time later, we re-visit that bitter moment in their careers because hey... why not!? THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!

Bennetr: If their promos are any indication of what's about to happen then lemme tell ya, Joe. I cannot wait.

Aiello: Then let's stop talkin' about it! Take it away, Jessica!

Stroup: The following match is NO HOOOLDS BARRED! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by KU! Making his way to the ring From Apia, Samoa by way of Auckland, New Zealand, weighing in at 254lbs... He is "The Samoan Warrior" ANTONI MALIETOA!

Fog engulfs the entrance ramp, highlighted by green lights as "Be Somebody" by Fort Minor begins to play throughout the arena.

This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcing your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got something to say
That we ought to live their way, what we're doing's not okay

In this world, everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much to take?
Too much weight?

Ladies and gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now, please shout back
We're not the only ones feeling so trapped
In a dream of somebody else, in fact

They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you want to do is scream back

From the smoke emerges Antoni Malietoa with his eyes wide and arms out to his sides, followed several feet back by tag partner KU. As the fog clears, Antoni takes a step forward as he psychs him self up with a yell. The crowd begins to cheer for the Great Warrior. Antoni makes his way to the ring, pulls himself up from the floor by the top rope and then steps over the top rope and into the ring as he prepares to do battle.

Aiello: If you ever want to try to discount the tenacity of The Samoan Warrior, just look into the eyes of this man. This man is ALWAYS ready.

Bennett: What'd you just say?

Stroup: And his opponent, from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in at 220 pounds ... CYRUS!

The lights in the arena dim. Two spotlights hit the top of the entrance ramp as 'The Purge' by Demetrius X blasts over the PA system. Cyrus calmly walks out and stands in the spotlight for a moment before making his way down to the ring. Antoni slides out of the ring, arms extended, as Cyrus makes his way down the ramp. Unplussed and uncaring, Cyrus disrespectfully ignores the challenge and makes his usual way up the steel steps. Antoni slides back into the ring with a certain fury as the decorated veteran enters through the ropes.

Aiello: THIS IS NO HOLDS BARRED, FOLKS!!

DING DING DING

The beatings continue until morale improves. Inglewood fires up as Cyrus and Antoni go punch for punch for what seems like several minutes. These men hate each other and it shows with every right hand directly to the face of their opponent. Cyrus makes the first push, getting Antoni off the ropes in an Irish whip. KU slaps the mat and Antoni reverses the whip, yet still Cyrus claps back immediately with a well scouted belly to belly suplex. Antoni bounces off the mat back to his feet only to be jumped once again. Malietoa tries a quick kick to the face but Cyrus gobbles him up.

T-Bone suplex plants Malietoa to the canvas and Cyrus looks like he's only getting started, grimacing down on his opponent before giving the man slapping the mat a sly grin. Cyrus engages KU for a moment and KU welcomes the former International champion to join him outside the ring. Inglewood eggs the moment on as Cyrus looks out to them, back to KU, and gives him a general jerk-off motion to jeers from SoFi Stadium. Cyrus pelts Antoni in the back of the head keeping him to the canvas before sliding out on the opposite side of the ring as KU.

Aiello: Cyrus proving exactly why he's still in the record books today. He has been on a triumphant path back so far and we are all grateful to have him back for Hardcore Revolution this year for you, folks. It seems he hasn't even skipped a beat here, keeping the pressure on Antoni here with an impressive set of suplexes.

Bennett: When you're right you're right, Joe, but a couple hits ain't keepin' my boy Toni down. Look at him, Joe. Look in his eyes.

Antoni: Wow, we're calling back to that now? Okay.

Bennett: No, seriously. I think you were right this time. That kick to the back of the head really pissed him off. Look out, Cy!

Antoni has gotten back to his feet with some help from the crowd, looking for his spot at Cyrus withdraws from underneath the ring apron with a weed whacker and a chain wrapped around his fist. Cyrus is taken to the thinly-padded concrete HARD as Malietoa comes flying over the ropes in a suicide dive. Antoni is right back to his feet and Inglewood appreciates. He lifts Cyrus up, who breaks the hold but Antoni dropkicks him into the guardrailing in response.

Now it's all Malieatoa as he delivers right hand after right hand, boot after boot, bringing Cyrus to a seated position outside the ring as SoFi explodes all the way through. He roars at them again for another pop. Antoni backs up, perhaps looking for a running knee, when he almost stumbles over the weed whacker. He looks down with confusion for a moment. But in a split second confusion turns to red-boiling anger and Antoni fires up the weed whacker. Inglewood stands up. Cyrus is shuffling in the corner but he can't even throw his arms up fast enough. HNNNNNNYYYYAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

Aiello: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!

Bennett: Oh, I don't think He's answerin' tonight, Joe. Damn that looked brutal, Antoni with the fucking weed whacker across the chest of Cyrus those. He's gonna feel that one a real long time.

Aiello: WAIT A MINUTE!? HE'S GOING FOR THE HAIR STEVE SOMEBODY STOP THIS MAN!!

Though racked with terrible pain, Cyrus still angrily and aggressively gets his hands up as the still running weed whacker was in fact brought toward his face. Cyrus struggles for the whacker, his hands keeping the high running plastic from tearing either man as he pelts Antoni with flailing right legs to anywhere that'll give him the advantage. The struggle continues until Cyrus just gives in and kicks him square in the testicles.

The whacker finally stops running and Cyrus tosses it aside as Malietoa crumples to the ground in pain. Cyrus regains his composure and, more threateningly, his chain around his right hand as he returns to a vertical position. KU stands a few feet away, arms crossed, ready for Cyrus to cross that line. Cyrus confronts him this time, almost inaudibly asking if KU wants Cyrus to start a fight right now. Inglewood fires up. KU shrugs. The camera is right on Cyrus for a moment.

Cyrus: I don't even know who you are.

KU reacts to the disrespect immediately, connecting with three right hands before Cyrus gets a reaction. WHAM! Cyrus pelts KU in the face with the chained fist and KU drops to the ground. Cyrus turns around and Antoni is up! Again Cyrus gets three retalitory strikes to the face and again. POW! All it takes is a chained fist to the face to really clean somebody's clock. Malietoa drops just the same as KU and Inglewood appreciates. Cyrus kneels over Antoni, grabbing him by the back of the head and saying something before continuing to go back to work with his chain-wrapped right hand.

Aiello: I know this is No Holds Barred folks by how far is too far? Who the HELL brought a weed whacker to a billion-dollar Pay-Per-View anyway? Are we GARDENING Joe... OR IS THIS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!?

Bennett: Cyrus taking it to all of Eleos Effect with that damn chain, Joe. Look at Antoni's face. Oof. He's bleeding a lot right now but after that weed whacker spot, I mean, look at Cyrus' chest. He's got welts! WELTS, Joe. And he's bleeding. So, no, this ain't just No Holds Barred, Joe. Let me tell ya a little somethin' about when things get personal...

Steve continues but so does the action. Cyrus has rolled a significantly more limp Antoni Malietoa back into the ring just before KU has something to say to Cyrus. Inglewood appreciates as KU lays in the pain on Cyrus from behind and the chain drops to the floor. KU fires off rapid elbows to the back of the head of the former International champion until Cyrus fires back with a vicious elbow to the gut and a STIFF chop to the chest. Inglewood gives an obligatory 'WOO' and then another when KU answers the call. STIFF chop to the welts and Cyrus momentarily crumples to the ground. KU fires up and Inglewood appreciates. Cyrus uses this opportunity to crawl beneath the ring, disappearing from the action for a moment.

KU is about to continue the pain when he realizes Cy is just gone. He looks to the ring, no, just Antoni Malietoa bleeding all over the place in there with a referee and now an EMT checking his medical clearance to continue. KU throws up his hands and picks up the chain, wrapping it around his hand ready and wishing a motherfucker would. Cyrus reappears on the opposite side of the ring, kendo stick in hand, and slides into the ring just as The Samoan Warrior is getting back to their feet in the corner. CRACK! Cyrus blasts the medical guy out of the way with the kendo stick. Antoni's eyes widen and his hands go up defensively but his hands aren't fast enough. CRACK! Antoni folds to the canvas after a devastating shot to the dome by Cyrus' kendo stick.

Bennett: That's right! Get the hell out of Cyrus' way right now. He is on a mission!

Aiello: I don't think I can advocate hitting an EWC employee with a weapon unless they're in the match with you, Steve, but I digress.

Bennett: What the hell was he doin' standin' there Joe? You know what's goin' on right now. The damn match ain't over. Get the fuck out of the way!

Aiello: Alright, well, while Steve Bennett has another old man flashback, let's take our attention back to the action. Antoni Malietoa has not been able to turn the situation around after getting opened up by that steel chain. KU has answered to the call of getting his chain to the face by Cyrus, but the wily veteran snuck away on him. And now! KU IN THE RING AND WHAM!

Bennett: HIT THE REF TOO, CY! FUCK IT! HAHAHA!!

CRACK! Kendo stick to the face right as KU gets to a vertical position and he's down. Slowly, Antoni rises. CRACK! Sit down. For the next several minutes, to Eleos Effect's credit, they take whip after snap of this kendo stick to the back, face, shoulder, and even the legs several times over as Inglewood appreciates and Cyrus lets out years of pent up frustrations. CRACK! CRACK! SNAP! Both KU and Antoni find themselves on the ropes, welts all over their backs, but together as brothers, and stand to face the enemy. Cyrus welcomes them with rapid fre kendo strikes to the head once again.

Antoni, KU, then Antoni again as the kendo stick finally bursts to the pressure and shards fire all over the place. Cyrus tosses the piece of crap away and tosses KU over the ropes to topple to the outside. He yells, he roars, he calls for Antoni Malietoa to GET UP as he stalks the Samoan Warrior in the ring. THE SAMOAN DYNASTY! When Antoni finally gets to his feet even SoFi doesn't see it coming. He scoops an unsuspecting Cyrus up for the driver finisher. Unfortunately, while Inglewood appreciates to a standing ovation, Antoni cannot answer the call. Cyrus is flat on his back on the canvas but Antoni isn't close enough lying there next to him to even get fingers on his opponent's chest.

Aiello: We've seen so many people fall victim to The Samoan Dynasty, Steve! All Antoni has to do is get his hands on Cyrus' shoulders and he can say he finally got that win. That draw means nothing. Antoni may have never won the International championship but he still bleeds BRAWL red in my book.

Bennett: Only lizards bleed Green, Joe, but this ain't Parabellum buddy. This is Hardcore Revolution and Gahdamn after everything. It looks like we're back to square one only everybody's bleeding. It's anybody's shot. I don't think I see an episode of Brawl where these men get along, Joe, and if I do? I'll retire the next day. Because damn is this exciting professional wrestling.

Both competitors are very slow to their feet. STIFF chop from Cyrus 'woo's the crowd and fires up Antoni, who claps back with a VICIOUS headbutt that flattens Cyrus to the canvas. Malietoa looks to follow through with the iron claw slam to finish the super finisher but Cyrus scouts the self-proclaimed benchmark. Instead Cyrus gets to his feet and snaps Antoni's left arm down between his legs as both men hit the canvas hard. CROSSFACE! Cyrus stretches out a bleeding Antoni Malietoa.

Screaming, agonizing in pain, he shakes his head both to signal to the referee he won't give up but also to the man outside ready to come break the submission at a moment's notice. KU slams his hands in frustration on the canvas, walking about outside the ring as Inglewood appreciates. The pain is excruciating and may feel like it lasts a lifetime to Antoni Malietoa. After several minutes pass, no rope within reach, no escape in sight, he looks at KU one last time before tapping out.

DING DING DING

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

The atmosphere is a little morose as Cyrus gets to his feet, 'The Purge' blasting through the EXT. Inglewood appreciates as Cyrus is about to celebrate if it weren't for KU. The other half of Eleos Effect slides into the ring onto to meet pain with a Cyrus bicycle kick to the face. Cy has the ref raise his hand quickly so he can get the hell out of here. Antoni calls out, pained, trying to stop Cyrus from leaving.

Former International champion stops his exit through the ropes curiously. Antoni hobbles to a knee holding out his right hand. Cy glares a little at the sight of it, Antoni Malietoa offering a handshake, but The Samoan Warrior slowly gets to spaghetti legs with his right hand still extended. Cy and Antoni exchange a few words. KU withdraws from the situation as Inglewood appreciates. Antoni seems to want only to show some respect where respect has been earned.

Aiello: What an absolute WAR was that match tonight folks, Cyrus walking away with the victory in No Holds Barred after all this time. An impressive two victory streak for the old man coming back. We've seen this before. Always give it up to The Samoan Warrior but Cyrus was in fact the better man at Hardcore Revolution.

Bennett: Eleos Effect maybe feeling a little red in the face tonight, what with all that bleedin', but there's no question men where men like KU and Antoni Malietoa need to be. And that's right here in Extreme Wrestling.

Aiello: Still Cyrus hasn't shaken Antoni's hand. It looked like he was just going to walk away but... what did Antoni just say?

Bennett: I don't know, Joe, but Cyrus looks pissed.

Cyrus had the full intention of ignoring the handshake. Simply saying no and walking away with his hand raised for the evening. Something else entirely draws him right back to the ring and these men are face to face and furious with each other. They exchange a few more words before Cyrus shoves Antoni off and has the referee raise his hand one more time for good measure. Antoni insists again by just extending his right hand out. Cyrus looks to Inglewood, who appreciates, but eventually he disagrees with them. Cyrus does not appreciate it.

Cyrus slaps the shit out of Antoni Malietoa hard enough to send him down to the canvas. Inglewood appreciates as KU slides back into the ring. But it's Cyrus all night as he slips both men, one by one, over the top rope and toppling up the ramp. They retreat up the rampway as Cyrus completes his celebration and 'The Purge' begins to play again.

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Aiello: Hold on a minute.. it seems like Cyrus isn't through here.

A bloody Cyrus makes his way around the ring and, with mic in hand, he climbs onto the announce table and scans the sold out crowd.

Bennett: What is this idiot doing?

Cyrus looks down at Gomez and Woo and gives them both a wave before bringing the mic up to his lips.

Cyrus: Shit, that was a heck of a match, no-one hits harder than a Samoan. Speaking of the main man, you guys better give the great Antoni Malietoa a round of applause for making a rare appearance tonight because you won’t see him again until he needs another payday because he’s spent all his cash on all of that laulau and panikeke that he constantly shovels down his throat! Hey Anthony if you’re watching give Alana a kiss goodnight from me.

He blows a kiss out towards the crowd as blood from an open gash on his forehead starts to trickle down his face.

Cyrus: Now onto more pressing matters, it suddenly occurred to me that you guys don’t know why I’m back. I know my attitude hasn’t been great as of late. You would be forgiven for thinking that I’ve turned to the dark side. Don’t worry, the heels on my feet aren’t turning, and just to clarify I’ve never claimed to be a goody two shoes either! I’ll leave the rest of the EWC roster to play pretend goodies and baddies for the fortune, fame and glory. I’m still just me, a flawed asshole who does what he wants when he wants… but i will be honest I have been in a bad mood for the past three years. You see I lost everything and while you might think I’m going to blame others for that, I’m not. It’s my own fault… but that leads us to right here and now. Why have I returned to the promised land? It’s simple really…

He turns and looks directly into the nearest camera that’s filming him.

Cyrus: …I’m taking it all back. Everything that was taken from me… everything I lost… and everything that was suppose to be mine. My International championship… THAT I NEVER LOST! The Undisputed championship that I never got a rematch for. The PPV main events that I should’ve been headlining for the past three years! Monday Night Brawl IS MY SHOW! Shit, I’ll go to Rampage, Paramount and Prime.. I’ll take all there championships aswell! I’ll bring a bit of prestige back to the tag titles all by myself while I’m at it. It’s all mine for the taking. No-one is going to stop me….

The blood is now dripping from his face, down his chest and onto announce table.

Cyrus: …not the GMs on ANY of the shows… not the President of this company big Daddy Mac.. and let’s talk about the fact that half of the EWC locker room still seems to be getting breast fed by either Tommy Love or his prodigal sperm because they’re too scared to stand on there own two feet, trust me not one of them will be getting in my way! As for the rest of the roster, I don’t care if you call yourself a Prime Minister.. or Onihime… or a Goddess, a Princess, a Technicolor Tecnico, a Rebel, a Gambler, a Clown… not one of you will stand in the way of me climbing to the top of the EWC mountain again…

He shrugs his shoulders and turns away from the camera, looking out around the crowd again.

Cyrus: …not even the ones who call themselves a King…

He lowers his voice and turns to face the camera once more.

Cyrus: …or a Queen.

Cyrus drops the mic and jumps down from the announce table. The camera focuses on the announce team as Cyrus walks off.

Aiello: Ok well… that was… interesting? We will be right back with our next match, folks.

The show rolls on...

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We return to ringside where Stoup stands ringside.

Aiello: Lone Wolves ate up a R.O.S.E. on a flame, Malietoa and Cyrus hate each other forever... IT'S HARDCORE REVOLUTION!

Bennett: We've still got a hell of a docket left to watch. Dio and Stitches aren't exactly friends, JoJo Rush wants Xavier Reid's X-Division championship so bad a bullrope's involved, and we're still waiting on word from the people working the EXTreme rig, Joe. Absolute mayhem from top to bottom.

Aiello: I'm being told Jessica Stroup has word of something, Steve. Jessica, please, take it away!

Stroup: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that the EXtreeeeeme RIG is pulling into SoFi stadium!

Inglewood fires up over news about the main event.

Stroup: At this time the score has been updated! Three falls Melinda Rhodes; two falls King Flip!

REBEL STAR DEATH DROP! Melinda opens the EXT experience by firing off the wall at a dazed King. The super finisher leaves King Flip rendered dead to the world as Rebel returns to the back of the truck. She rolls the metal backdoor back up and looks out with pride and a smile. Flip is gripping his neck, on his knees, hardly able to look up. The rig hard stop breaks and Melinda soars into the flatbed, rolling across the floor into Flip. They both collide into the front of the flatbed for what feels and looks like it was as bad as it was the last time.

The EXTreme RIG takes a severe right turn and the competitors slam into the wall before they start getting thrown at a force that would see them off the flatbed. Both grip the sides by no grasp seems to be enough this time. Flip barely stops himself and looks on in horror as Melinda Rhodes flies from the back of the rig as it pulls into the stadium parking lot alarmingly too fast. It comes to a screeching halt and for the last time King Flip and that poor referee and flung hard into the front of the flatbed with harsh force.

DING DING DING

Stroup: Your winner of the first round, Highway to Hell, by way of most falls at THREE... MELINDAAA RHOOODES!

Aiello: OH MY GOODNESS! Melinda Rhodes with the first fall, but... I mean can she even contiue!? She just fell out of the flatbed, Steve. SOMEBODY GO HELP HER RIGHT NOW!!

Bennett: To be fair, there wasn't a timeline where King Flip and Melinda Rhodes don't come out of this round looking like a bag of smashed assholes. And from what I understand, Kahrs is going to be releasing the full video of the whole fall -- which he has informed me he was watching -- will be sold on TimKahrs4President.com.

Aiello: Wait, what?

Bennett: Nahhh he wouldn't do that. Well anyway, you know what's next folks!

Stroup: At this time, we will continue directly into the second fall of Three Stages of Hell: Falls Count Anywhere!

Aiello: WHAT!?

SoFi is in jubilation, ready to see the fight continue. The King is discussing something inaudibly with the referee who is wobbly at best, but it seems Flip is also getting this information for the first time as well. He immediately begins watching his back.

Bennett: Oh, HELL YEAH. It sounds like the puppetmaster Kahrs has done it again. He's made the first two Stages back-to-back. That way he's still got a DYNAMITE main event whether these two bastards can even continue to Hell in a Cell or his back-up plan in the X-Division championship match.

Aiello: Praise him out of one said of your mouth and disrespect him out of the other, I guess.

The EXT cuts to a second camera showing Melinda Rhodes pulling off the nearly destroyed leather protective gear. SoFi cheers knowing she's okay, though barely even able to stand.

Aiello: This is insanity.

Bennett: That's not the damn line, Joe. THIS... IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!!

DING DING DING

The Mad King is running through the parking lot. He tears through security and pushes through a set of double doors into the building. The screen splits and a second camera shows Melinda Rhodes as the referee finds her. The leathers destroyed, the referee aids in getting Melinda to her feet. He points off toward the arena when she asks but a word, 'Flip?', and SoFi fires up for it as Melinda makes her way to the arena with a limp. The Mad King has been dragging dining table after dining table into a hallway nearest the back doors. Melinda has made it to the back of the EXTreme RIG and looks to it with a nod for a second before making her way toward security. They get the hell out of her way.

"MAAAAAAAD KIIIIING...
MAAAAAAAD KIIIIING...
MAAAAAAAD KIIIIING..."

Melinda can hear Inglewood and it brings her pause. Then a bit of a twisted smile. She walks in and sees now seven tables have been placed between her and the International champion. The screen stops splitting and Melinda crawls the tables at Flip. He screams like a little girl and rushes through the inhabited dining area. DOUG IN A BARREL is off in the distance, crying, as he holds the mask of El Gran Azul. Peach Gelato and The Mean Girlz all present and a little frustrated with Flip, they stop the Mad King in his escape. After a fork to the knee and a sandwich to the elbow, Melinda is back to her feet with a devastating ham sandwich in her hand. A new referee has been assigned to this fall. Melinda makes her way down the steps eating the ham sandwich. She offers some to the ref, but he politely declines.

Aiello: A class act is Melinda Rhodes as the mayhem continues. How is she even able to stand? I don't know, but I hope that sandwich helps!

Bennett: She standing tall and proud, Joe. You don't walk out of an experience just the same. And she just got flung out the back. AND WON. Joe, you're not a competitor, you just don't understand. And The Mad King? Now he's on the defensive for real. You thought that quick pin Melinda got in the opening was something. You wait and see how KING Flip reacts during this fight.

Flip gulps loudly, turning with fists raised as Melinda walks into the room taking a bite of her sandwich. IN A FLASH! Flip switches spots with Peach Gelato behind him and shoves her toward Melinda before running away. Melinda watches, humored almost, that the Mad King is barreling through another set of double doors into another hallway. She is about to continue when she bumps into a very frustrated DOUG. Melinda looks up at him, patting his barrel, then attempts to step past him. He steps in her way purposefully. She points at him and looks back at the ladies who are all cracking their necks and knuckles. She catches the drift now.

DOUG IN A BARREL: Sorry, Melinda. But $20 is $20.

Rhodes nods in agreement before the jumping ensues. Melinda makes embarrassingly quick work of these stooges. The Girlz practically run into each other on purpose and it's a thumb the eye and a hip top throwing Peach Galato at A BARREL before the cafeteria is a complete catastrophe. Melinda and the referee are now back in hot pursuit of the fleeing International champion, who after a QUICK CUT EXT split screen is shown holing up in a men's restroom, feet on the toilet seat with the stall door closed. A few moments later Melinda catches up and almost runs by the restroom when she notices the extra camera man. Inglewood laughs. Melinda laughs. The King does not laugh.

Rebel Rhodes: Flipster, you uh... you're aware there's a-

The Mad King: YO COMO FRIJOLES EN EL BAHN-YOOO.

Rebel Rhodes: You what?

KO-SHLORP! The FX Broadcast champion gets a disgusting surprise after kicking open the stall Flip is in. He's standing at the ready, feet on the toilet seat like an absolute savage, and a plunger pushed fully into the toilet. The King unleashes a torrent of toilet water at Melinda Rhodes who almost immediately begins dry heaving as she retreats into the sinks. She can barely get the faucets working back King Flip cracks the plunger over the back of her head, taking her down to the tile. Flip gets hands on the small metal trash can, lifting it over his head and yelling as he brings it down across her back. Used paper towels scatter everywhere as the King is once again backpeddaling away from the FX Broadcast champion. He pushes a little further down the hall, finds the door marked 'basement', and heads through with that empty half smirk.

Aiello: There's hardcore and there's just crossing lines. The Mad King, disgusting as he's always been, splashes toilet water at the FX Broadcast champion. I don't even know where to begin here, Steve.

Bennett: He's a menace and he cannot be stopped. Paying Gambit guys to take their shot at the FX Broadcast champion was a bold strategy too, Joe, but Melinda isn't without her hot dogging either. Ham sandwich in the middle of a match?

Aiello: She just fell from the back of a flat bed TRUCK and WON, Steve. I think that affords her a damn sandwich.

Bennett: And I think being the Internationl champion means you do anything and everything to keep your little meely hands on that damn title. Period. The Mad King is pulling out every stop here. He hit that bitch with her own finisher earlier! So he splashed her a little, grow up, Joe. Grow up.

Cameras cut to a damp, hot boiler room. King Flip wanders in looking around for something to grab. It just so happens a lead pipe rolls into his foot. He throws a thumbs up in the air and grabs it, retreating behind a massive electrical unit of some sort that reads 'VIOLENTLY ELECTRICAL' on a big yellow hazard sticker on front. The camera cuts back as Melinda enters this awfully hot space. She shakes her head as she finishes the sandwich, wiping her hands and high fiving the referee to a big pop from SoFi.

She hears the crowd for the first time react to something she does and gets a little caught up in the moment. It isn't but a moment before she's back on the hunt for the King, finding him obviously poking out the side of this electrical unit. He drats his fingers in a snap and rushes her with the lead pipe. Melinda mouths 'oh shit' before rolling under the assault and into a schoolboy roll-up. She quick pins the King of quick pins!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!!

Flip kicks out in shock, wailing Melinda in the back of the head with the pipe before tossing it away in a huff. He goes to pick her up and gets small package pinned!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!!

The Mad King: WHAT EVEN IS THIS!?

Flip kicks out with authority once again, taking several pained and angry steps backward this time as Melinda gets to a vertical base with a smile. The King angrily rushes right into a snapmare. Flip rolls off the concrete with a wince and backpedals away, taking the fight around the corner to a more open space. He brings his hands up, ushering Melinda in as she follows. Electrical panels line a more open, square portion of the room giving the fighters plenty of space to begin circling, scouting, looking for their next opening. Something can be seen shifting around in the background, perhaps walking by, but the dim lighting of the room only gives the EXT enough visual to see the competitors.

Pom-dom-dalom, a high pitched bong of a sound echoes fervently as from out of camera comes flying in an old red aluminum baseball bat. It prangs and bangs, spinning off the concrete to a stop just a few steps from Melinda. Flip glares at the bat and back to Melinda, taking a single step back and motioning his hand out to entice her to go for the weapon. Rhodes pauses, thinking about it, then shakes her head and returns to circling. Then, in a CLONK, a hooked chain almost right at Flip's feet. A maniacal effeminate laugh is heard in the background, Melinda nodding her head seeing what's up, immediately darting for the bat as the Mad King slowly kneels down. He holds the chain in his hands for a moment. Melinda isn't sure if this is a ploy but Flip eventually snaps out of it. He glares through his eyebrows at her and slowly stands up. The massive hook drags across the cement as Melinda whips the bat about in both hands.

Aiello: There's someone down there with them, Joe! Someone who knows THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!!

Bennett: Okay, that one was good.

Aiello: Hey thanks, it's almost like I do this for a living. After a few close calls the fight continues down in this boiler room area. We know this is where Flip struck his nefarious deal with Stitches. We know how violent that man is, and we'll be seeing it later tonight when he clashes against Dio, but right now! We've got Melinda Rhodes with her weapon of preference if we're being honest. We've seen her defend the FX Broadcast championship with that very bat before, Steve.

Bennett: And we saw what happened when 'Headhuntress' Aiya pulled out that damn hooked chain. Whoever the hell's making this match more interesting sure does have a sick sense of humor. The Mad King was beside himself over that hook. This isn't a damn game and, well, now we get to see what would've happened if King Flip had taken control of that situation, folks.

Flip wraps the heavy length of chain around his scarred hands, eyes never flinching or moving from Melinda. She fakes a few swings and then takes a legitimate one. Flip ducks back and the bat whizzes by his nose. The King whips the weighted hook and hits Melinda in the tenders. A man would be squealing right now but never the less Rhodes is racked in pain. Inglewood winces. Rhodes claps back with a whack at the midsection of the King to an audible pop from SoFi. Melinda goes for his head and Flip ducks into a charging spear.

King blasts Rhodes into an electrical unit, the back of her head bounding off a small monitor in the unit. The metal bat plangs to the ground but Melinda isn't down yet. Rocking forearm strikes into a headscissors sends Flip rolling away. Flip now looks as if he's seen a ghost. He drops the chain where he stands and slowly looks for his exit strategy. Melinda feels pretty confident this is about her until she doesn't anymore, peering over her shoulder and dropping her weapon faster than she'd just picked it up. SoFi Stadium cheers immediately, recognizing the white cloth facial mask, the dinely-stitched stereotypically sexual nurse outfit, the devastating eyes.

Aiello: WHAT THE HELL IS NURSE KINSLEY DOING IN SOFI STADIUM!?

Bennett: IT'S HARDCORE REVOLUTION!

The EXT cuts for a moment, putting the action on a small corner screen to cut to both JoJo Rush and Xavier Reid in their respective locker rooms. JoJo Rush is in the middle of being frantically informed by House member Jamie Love on who this strange woman is on the monitor.

JoJo Rush: Ah don't give a dayum who that woman is, Jamie. She'd best not get in mah way.

Meanwhile, Xavier Reid is having a much different response. Clutching his X-Division championship, he and Tommy Love get the hell out of their locker room. They want nothing to do with that woman. The EXT returns to the action as King Flip slinks behind some units and is out of camera. Melinda, slowly backing away with her hands up, stays within foot's reach of her trusty baseball bat. Nurse Kinsley stops, looks at her, then continues to the hooked chain. She draws it into her hands, caressing the links a certain type of way. SoFi Stadium gives appreciation to the legend of her time, former X-Division champion with a "Kinsley's gonna KILLLL YOOOOU" chant. She looks up and off to the distance, back to the chain, then up to Melinda.

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The EXT shuts down. SoFi loses their minds as the lights in the arena flicker on and off. Sometimes shifting in color from beautiful splashes of red to coarse greens and yellows. Meanwhile, back in the boiler room, the electrical equipment has all begun to go haywire. The dim lighting from above flickers on and off. Instinctively, Melinda picks her bat back up and looks around for her opponent. The central lights explodes, a small spray of electricity raining down as the rest of the lights go out. A few seconds pass and the lights flicker back on.

Melinda may be breathing heavily but she stands prepared for anything. Nurse Kinsley and the hooked chain have vanished. The EXT fires back up, the arena's state and lighting returning to normalcy, and Rebel picks up a beat as off in the distance the clanging of several pipes falling to the ground and King Flip cursing clue her in on his location. Just behind her walking past the electrical treatment, still trying to fully grasp what the hell just happened, Stitches skulks in the darkness with a steel chair.

Aiello: Anything can happen on Monday nights, folks! This is insanity! THIS IS -- well you get it.

Bennett: Gahdamn that woman hasn't skipped a beat. I think I'm havin' a heart attack, Joe, I want to see her again.

Aiello: That's enough, sheesh. Melinda Rhodes standing her ground there against an absolute legend in this industry. I do wonder if she has any interest in the X-Division championship match here tonight, Steve, and you saw their reactions.

Bennett: You're damn right. These two gentlemen certainly had... different approaches to the situation, but we'll see how that develops later. Right now I'm more interested in seeing what the hell's about to happen next in this Falls Count Anywhere match.

Aiello: Melinda Rhodes certainly can't catch a break here. She falls out of the truck, she walks in to absolute chaos, fighting off everybody and their ham sandwich to get her hands on The Mad King and his International championship. The inclusion of Nurse Kinsley is just out in left field for me, though, Steve. And now Stitches? Can't we just have a wrestling match?

Bennett: First of all, you underestimate The Great Game.

Aiello: "The Great Game"?

Bennett: The Mad King has known many men and touched many souls in his day. Obviously you aren't aware that Nurse Kinsley and King Flip were a hair close to tag team wrestling back in the day.

Aiello: WHAT!?

Bennett: That's right, so watch you mouth. The King is obviously playing to his strengths. A lot of people hate him but, damn, obviously a lot of people respect him, too. Now Stitches on the other hand, that bastard ain't got nothin' but bad intentions for anybody.

Aiello: With everything that's happened it's only a matter of time. One of these superstars will staple their name on the docket for the one who was able to survive this round with the victory. Will it be The Mad King? The International champion? Or does Melinda Rhodes defy everything here and close Three Stages out at TWO for the first time in Extreme Wrestling history? I don't know the answers to these questions, Steve, but I will say this. THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!

Bennett: You son of a bitch.

Melinda is rushing forth batting away a flurry of small metal pipes Flip is hucking in her general direction to keep the distance. They do this dance down a metal spiral staircase that delves deeper into the steamier bits of the boiler room. A hot fog cloaks the first several feet of vision, leaving the Mad King to disappear into in as he slowly lies down. Rhodes remains unshaken as the reaches the pit. She stands with confidence and takes wild swings here and there, perhaps just in case, or perhaps because she thinks she hears something. She doesn't see The Mad King slowly rising a few feet behind her. But neither of them know where Stitches and his steel chair came from either. CRACK! Stitches connects with the dome piece of King Flip, sending him crashing back first into steaming hot pipes.

The Mad King: NNNNYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Melinda swings around, defensively holding her bat for a moment. She drops it reacting more horrified than Inglewood as Flip slowly stumbles forward. His back is sizzling. He falls to his knees.

Rebel Rhodes: Well damn. Friend like you, who needs enemies?

CRACK! Stitches blasts Melinda Rhodes in the face with the chair, opening her up and dropping her flat before The King. He isn't even concious as he falls on top of her shoulder.

Stitches: This does not involve you.

The referee comes rushing down the spiral staircase just in time, rushing into place for the pinning predicament.

Aiello: WAIT A MINUTE!

Bennett: There's more than one way to skin a cat, Joe! COUNT IT, REF!!

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... KIIING FLIP!

Stitches walks away as the referee looks around confused. How's he supposed to get medical down here? The EXT sits on this moment of King Flip and Melinda Rhodes both rendered completely unconscious by what just transpired. A few severe burns can be seen on King's back in the midst of all the fog and steam.

Aiello: How in the HELL are they going to finish the third stage, Steve!? This is Hardcore freakin' Revolution and we're better than Prime! Haha! Suck it, nerd!

Bennett: I'm just glad The Mad King stopped The Rebel Star here. We could be out of a Hell in a Cell main event had this gone just a little bit different. Melinda Rhodes is a phenom and you gotta ask yourself. Can King Flip even continue? Will he even be medically cleared? There's Hardcore Revolution and then there's just hardcore beatin' the crap outta yourself and we gotta make sure we take care of our superstars, Joe.

Aiello: Agreed, Steve, which makes our next contest even more rough to watch as Dio takes on Stitches in a Death Match!

Camera cuts to ...

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WHO WILL SURVIVE!?
DEATH MATCH
Dio
VS Stitches

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We return to ringside where Jessica Stroup is proud to present to fans the next contest.

Aiello: When people think about Hardcore Revolution, they think about violence. They think about mayhem. They think about the flaming tables and the broken guardrails and they remember the viciousness of the evening. Well, folks, things are about to ramp up to eleven here. If you thought the BATTLE between Cyrus and Antoni Malietoa was brutal then you have NO IDEA what you're in store for here with this next one. The Philosipher Dio, off the back of the loss against King Flip for the International championship at Stranglemania, fresh off a DDT from Stitches that same night, Dio comes into this fight with a newfound hatred for the carnival clown.

Bennett: You're damn right there, Joe, and Stitches is not a man you can take lightly. From El Pablo, Candy, his win against Jordan Sharpe for the Undisputed championship, fuck Prime, Stitches is a violent sumbitch and he takes craft and care with these especially malicious circumstances. If you can count on one thing tonight it's that Stitches has methodically planned, pre-planned, post-planned, and planned around contingencies to those plans to come with a winning strategy to keep his win streak alive here tonight. Dio, former Indy champion, former television champion on some other brand, who cares about those meely-mouthed bastards though it's Hardcore Revolution. And tonight's about RESPECT as Dio looks to lock horns with Stitches. Go on then, Jessica, why don't you take it from here?

Stroup: The following match is a DEATH MATCH! Joining us first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 205 pounds ... DIOOOO!

"I Am Your Crux" echoes through the EXT, but no music follows. Cameras cut backstage and the fight has already been brought as Stitches and Dio are violently tearing through a locker room. Inglewood appreciates as Stitches slams Dio's head with a locker door.

Stroup: And his/her opponent, from The Carnival Of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds ... STIIIIIITCHES!

Stitches is unplussed by the response even as 'One Last Call' blares through the EXT. A quick cut to a split-screen showing Chanel yelling at sound engineers to make sure the music is nice and loud as the violence continues on the other side of the screen. Stitches is about to slam Dio's arm with the locker door when The Philosopher fires back with a flurry of blows.

Aiello: THERE'S MORE THAN ONE WAY TO SKIN A CAT! THIS IS THE DEATH MAAAAATCH!!

DING DING DING

The EXT focuses back on the action as neither competitor gives quarter in the moment. The action spills over a bench onto the concrete, both men grappling for leverage and positioning even now after slamming to the tile locker room floor. Though not obvious from the opening bell, it becomes very clear that this is not a men's locker room when the action spills into the massive open community shower of the locker room. Inglewood appreciates as Maguire, Layton, and Carbaal of Brawl's Shieldmaidens all scream in shock in unison. The ladies are cleaning up in bikinis, the steam is thick in the room, but still Dio immediately goes beat red when he looks around at what's happening. BEAUTIFUL DISASTERPIECE!

Stitches comes flying in and connects with the devastating bicycle kick. He can't, however, stick the landing in the soaking wet tile flooring of the shower room. His head bounces off the tile to a nasty thud as Inglewood appreciates. The Shieldmaidens snag their things up and get the hell out of there as the hot water begins washing away Stitches' face paint. Both men do get to their feet with time, though, and the brawl continues back into the locker room proper and out into the hallway. Stitches slowly withdraws from some of his ring gear, weighed down as it soaked in the shower, stopping for a moment as he passes a mirror to look at his face. Dio lashes out at him and Stitches WAILS the Philosopher to the concrete of the hallway with the sopping wet, thick jacket he always wears. Boots come raining down all over Dio after Stitches takes another few seconds to check something in the mirror.

Aiello: It's total non-stop action!

Bennett: It's Extreme Wrestling!

Aiello: Regardless to whatever you want to call it, folks, one thing is for sure and one thing is for certain. Steve Bennett's still upset the camera didn't follow The freakin' Shieldmaidens out of that locker room.

Bennett: I mean you're not wrong, but go on.

Aiello: Dio and Stitches weren't interested in entrance music. There would be no pomp and circumstance for the ABSOLUTE MAYHEM that we're about to witness. Stitches has gone into the locker room here and come back with... a bra?

Stitches continues his work, choking away at Dio with it just as Big D was making a play to continue down the hallway on all fours. The Carnival Clown takes elbow after elbow to the sternum but after a POWERFUL knee to the face it's all Stitches right now. The clown cackles maniacally, choking the life away of the former Indy champion as they pour into another community locker room. This one previously inhabited by House tag teams Next Level and the Heat Packers, all here showing their support by wearing their four matching JoJo Rush t-shirts. Inglewood appreciates as now there is a small collection of cheering dudes as Dio and Stitches continue to beat the shit out of each other.

Dio loosens the wire around his throat and hits a WICKED snapmare. Stitches bends painfully over the bench to a collective 'OH' from the room and Inglewood. Dio chokes a bit but Next Level's got him with a bottle of water. He stands to recover as Stitches gets to their own vertical base. Stitches shoves both Heat Packers into their lockers, the hell out of the way as Dio comes rushing forward. The clown hopped up and off of the bench just in front of him. Swing and a miss at a second Disasterpiece from Stitches, Dio hopping over the bench into a roll.

Stitches fixes his hair in the mirror as Brian offers him a second water. The clown frowns, squeezing most of the water out after faking like he was going to take it. Brian is blasted and Mark is cracking up until Stitches slams their heads together. With one last flick of the hair Stitches picks up an errant steel chair and he turns back to Dio just as MORB walks in between them.

MORB: It's MORBIN t-

CRACK!

Stitches: Be quiet.

Inglewood appreciates the rapid for steel chair to the face of MORB from Stitches here as he goes back to wherever the hell he came from. Stitches is maniacal, ready to lash out at Dio as they retreat in a backpedal out of the room with Stitches close in chase.

Aiello: Dio making the smart play here putting some distance between himself and the twisted situation Stitches wants to put him in here, folks. He's pushing now into another room, looks like medical, let's hope he doesn't find a defibrillator and start shocking the hell outta -- WAIT A MINUTE!! He wandered into King Flip's room! I don't think this is the moment these guys wanted this to happen but here it is, folks. Say hello to KING DONG!

Bennett: Obviously with Stitches on his ass, the man had to find a weapon. Hell of a weapon to find if you ask me.

The Mad King: Wait a minute, nonono! NO VACANCIES, CLOWN! DON'T YOU BRING THIS ON ME!!

Aiello: Stitches drawing into the room and what a wicked grin on his face, Steve.

Bennett: That crazy bastard probably wanted this to happen. Him with the advantage, steel chair in hand, annihilating everybody in his damn sight like a psychopath. Now listen, I get it, what the hell are those dumb bastards Next Level and Heat Packers doing in the way? And it's Morbin' what? Shut your damn mouth. Stitches was right to get all those damn peckerwoods outta dodge because they wasn't smart enough to do it them damn self. Stitches, look at him, he came to Hardcore Revolution with dreams of a crimson masquerade and it looks like we're about to say hello to that, too, folks.

Aiello: Dio defensively behind the other side of the bed as Stitches hones in. King Flip has his hands up -- NO!!

CRACK! The Mad King takes a chair to the chest and Inglewood appreciates. Dio makes a play for the chair as King Flip just passes out. Stitches and Dio now yanking back and forth on those very significant three pounds of metal between them. They grit their teeth as the chair pulls back and forth, Inglewood still appreciating. They slam side of the chair into the rib cage of the King to a might 'PHUAH' from him and nothing else. With one final pull it's Dio with the chair as Stitches purposefully lets go to watch Dio go crashing into the empty bed behind him.

The force of Dio's strength and not expecting Stitches to let go sends him all the way over the empty bed with the professional drape caught up in and torn down from the wall by the action. Stitches gives Flip a few quick pats to the face and the King starts blinking awake. The carnival clown then makes his way around the bed and hones in quickly on the Philosopher. THE CHESHIRE SMILE!

Stitches cackles to himself as he draws Dio's back toward Stitches' seated position, by the face, bending him in ways even the Lord didn't intend. There is a referee on sight but submissions don't matter, only the terrible pain it puts both Dio and King Flip through in the minutes it transpires.

Aiello: King Flip still obviously suffering from those burns he got not that long ago, folks. What is he going to do? What CAN he do?

Bennett: Watch your mouth, Joe. The Mad King always plays The Great Game.

Aiello: Okay, what the hell are you talking about? "The Great Game"?

The action contiues, taking commentary away from the conversation. King Flip is sitting up but getting out of bed doesn't appear to be an option. He watches on as Stitches SLAMS Dio's face into the tile flooring. Inglewood appreciates. Dio is opened up here and it looks like bad is about to go to worse as it is Stitches that finds a defibrillator. He rolls the device out with a bit of a surprised cackle, hastily and excitedly withdrawing the pads from their stations on the machine and giving them a whir. He goes to apply the pressure when he realizes he didn't press the button.

He presses the button and the pads come alive. He smiles, shimmies them together as Inglewood rises to their feet, appreciating, and is about to go to work on Dio's chest when he gets double booted by Dio right in the lower extremeties. King Flip 'Ohohoho's in the background, matching Inglewood's appreciating, as Dio gets back to his feet and grabs that pads. Before Stitches can get more than up on all fours Dio BZBZBZBZ defibrillators him in the lower back.

Aiello: HOLY CRAAAAAAP!!

Bennett: I didn't think he had it in 'im, but Dio's out here showing what it means when you enter the fight against him. In one quick move there he turns this contest right around. Stitches had him with a damn bra around his throat, chokin' him out, he got stretched with the Smile, and WHAZZAM! In a damn second now it's all Dio. Watch your damn back, your front, and your pecker with this man apparantly. He's comin' for all of it.

Aiello: Phrasing.

The carnival clown is left twitching and spasms on the ground almost uncontrollably as Dio quickly rolls him around for a cover.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

While it's apparent Stitches may have been able to kick out of that, he decides instead to focus on just getting up during the ten count.

ONE... TWO... THREE...

Stitches has an incredibly hard time answering the ten count. He can barely even find respite in a knee on the ground, toppling and rolling about every time he almost gets his footing right. Meanwhile, Dio secures the steel chair and begins to withdraw from the room with an eye back on King Flip.

FOUR... FIVE...

Dio walks back to the King and Inglewood appreciate a King Dong hug. Flip winces, still terribly racked with pain. Dio whispers something in his ear and the moment goes sour in an instant. Ever still, while this is happening, Stitches has now opted to crawl himself toward the exit.

SIX... SEV-

CRACK! Even the referee jumps in shock, losing his count for a pinch too long. Stitches still retreating. Dio cracked King Flip in the chest with the steel chair, matching Stitches' previous energy and intensity. Inglewood appreciates as Dio shakes his head and turns quickly back to the action.

SEVEN...

The referee realizes he's lost Stitches. Dio shakes his head again and storm out of the room. CRACK! Stitches found a second steel chair and blasts Dio in the face! Stitches covers Dio in the hallway and blood pours from the Philosopher's forehead.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!

Dio couldn't kick out and he doesn't look great to go answering and ten calls. The referee begins the count, a big smile crawling across Stitches' scarred face.

ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE...

Dio doesn't move.

SIX...

Dio's arm fires into the air. A thumbs up! Inglewood appreciates, Stitches doesn't as he gets the hell out of the hallway searching for something more as the referee continues the count.

SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...

Dio is on his feet and on a mission. Find Stitches, who'd just entered through another door further down the hall.

Aiello: Two chair shots to King Flip and two VERY close calls there by both Stitches and Dio, one a piece, after everything that's gone down here tonight, ladies and gentlemen, here LIVE at SoFi Stadium for HARDCORE REVOLUTION, we just want to thank you again and thank our brand new sponsor, folks. Here with us now is Raid: Shadow Legends.

Bennett: Shut up.

Aiello: You're right, we'd never do that mark shit. Not on Monday nights. But anyway. Dio and Stitches have opened each other up. They both said, hey, how do ya do to the International champion and feel how you may, folks, but this battle has only gotten started. Regardless to what transpires here tonight at Hardcore Revolution, Steve, YA GOTTA KNOW! This ain't ever over between these two competitors.

Bennett: It ain't ever over until you're dead or retired, Joe. I'll whoop your ass right now. Go ahead. Say somethin' again.

Aiello: I'll deal with whatever flashbacks Steve is having right now folks and let you get back to action. RIGHT HERE... at HARDCORE. Revolution.

WHOOF!

Aiello: OH MY GOD!! I CAN'T WATCH!!!

Bennett: Jesus fu- is that a barbed-wire baseball bat he's lit on fire? He just BLASTED Dio with that, Gahtdamn.

Just as Dio rounds the corner the flaming barbed-wire bat connects with his face and the power of the blow sends him through the plate glass window next to him. Inglewood appreciates as Stitches throws the maniacal weapon to the floor and jovially makes a tumble roll through the broken window before covering Dio. The referee counts carefully from the window sill.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

Stitches heaves and hoes, challenging Dio to answer the ten count. He wants Dio to get up again.

ONE... TWO...

Stitches paces, ready. He picks up a big nasty glass shard and prepares his footing.

THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX...

Stitches glares at Dio's unmoving body.

SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...

Dio can't answer the call. Stitches tosses the glass aside with a smile as it shatters.

TEN!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via knockout... STIIIIIIITCHES!

Stitches yanks his arm away from the referee almost immediately after it is raised. He looks down at Dio, contemplated, considered continuing the pain. A quick shake of the head and Stitches withdraw himself from the situation, 'One Last Call' once again blaring through the entertainment system plugged into SoFi Stadium. Medical personnel come flying in through the doorway as Stitches takes the window out, picking up his since extinguished baseball bat and heading along his way further on down the hallway. He pauses for a moment, looking back, perhaps he wants his coat, but he shrugs it off and continues. The camera now pans to Dio whose eyes barely look like they want to stay open. It takes three EMTs to get the man onto a small stretcher, a cloth brace around his neck, taking every precaution as they raise him up on a little wheely bed. They begin rolling Dio out of the room.

Aiello: Stitches continues his singles DOMINANCE here tonight with a victory over Dio at Hardcore Revolution. Dio gave everything he had but everything you have tends to hit a brick wall when you get hit in the face with a baseball bat. Especially one covered in barbed wire. ESPECIALLY when it's, oh, ALSO ON FREAKIN' FIRE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE CARNIVAL CLOWN!?

Bennett: What's wrong with him? I told you from the beginning, Joe. He was on a mission tonight and that mission wasn't over until he beat Dio down and KEPT him there. Stitches is proving night after Monday night that he is a formidable force and, honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he was in the rafters when it comes to who's next in line against JoJo or Xavier Reid -- whomever walks out X-Division champion. Next! On HARDCORE REVOLUTION!

Aiello: Wait a minute, Steve, that's my line! AND WAIT A MINUTE STEVE... do you see which room they're rolling Dio into?

The Mad King: Oh, man. You look like shit.

Dio: Shut up.

The Mad King: I'll do no such thing! We need a medical professional IMMEDIATELY!

Inglewood appreciates as Dio is in fact rolled right back into the room he and Stitches had just spent time fighting in. With the Mad King heckling him from his own bed, Dio grimaces the night he has to suffer this injustice. He grips himself, giggity, his left hand on his ribs and his right on his neck with a gritted smile. The bed rolls into place beside Flip who is behind himself in this moment. Dio on the other hand must be pondering his orb as the camera focuses on his eyes in the closing moments. The intensity of his gaze.

Aiello: Well folks, we are just moments away from X-Division action in the most brutally Texan way as JoJo Rush takes on Xavier Reid in a Texas Bullrope Match for the EWC X-Division Championship!

That remark about Texas gets a glare from Steve as the camera cuts to ...

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The camera cuts backstage inside SoFi Stadium and into the Ram’s locker room, which tonight has been transformed into The Love Club Locker Room. Xavier Reid is sitting on a bench, wrapping his hands in black tape as Bunny Love walks over and places the X-Division Championship on the bench next to him. Xavier stops for a second as he looks down at his championship and then back up at his girlfriend…

Reid: You know, I remember being back in the FSW and wanting nothing more that just the opportunity to challenge for this belt…I had beat the then X-Division Champion Nostalgia at FSW#059 and then again at Uprising #3 and yet I couldn’t challenge for the championship…I had to watch as the opportunity had EARNED went to Happy, who took this championship…people feared Happy and yet I was the one that went to Johannesburg, South Africa and beat his ass out in the Parking Lot…I beat the ‘toughest’ man on Brawl and yet…

B. Love: The championship match went to Rob Garcia…

Reid: He picked the bones of the carcass I KILLED and took home this championship…I sat at home and watched WrestleFest that year because the EWC didn’t have anything for Xavier Reid, the FSW star…and it was that night I knew if I wanted this I would have to make the jump…the jump back to Brawl…

Xavier reaches out and picks up the X-Division Championship and looks down at it…

Reid: Had it not been for this championship who knows…I might have stayed in the FSW…been someone like Otaki, I might have stayed to see the FSW become Paramount and been one of the ‘pillars’ of that brand but this championship…

Xavier pauses for a second, seeing his reflection in the championship…

Reid: I wanted it so badly that it became my world…I came back to Brawl and…

B. Love: Beat Rob Garcia for the X-Division Championship at Brawl # 528…

Bunny smiles at Xavier, who looks up at her…

Reid: During that first run as X-Division Champion I beat the then International Champion Iggy Swango and the then US Champion Ace King when I jumped off the balcony to hit ‘X-Marks The Spot’ on Ace, I defended the championship when I beat Emma Louise…then I ran into Curtis Mars…I underestimated him…took him as a joke and it cost me…

B. Love: Similar to your match with JoJo at Brawl #595…

Xavier slowly nods…

Reid: Arrogance has been my crutch time and time again…you’d think I’d learn but…

Xavier looks away from Bunny and back at the X-Division Championship…

Reid: I fought like hell to win this back in the aftermath…beat the then Stephanie Matsuda and having to wait months for my championship rematch but I took her down in that Weapons X match…took this championship back but then…

B. Love: Ace King happened…

Reid: I thought he’d be blue and in the dumps after losing the US Championship…ripe for the picking but I didn’t give him the credit he deserved and it cost me this…

Xavier places the X-Division Championship on the bench…

Reid: My attention moved to the International Championship…I rewrote the history books when it came to that championship but the X-Division…while it wasn’t my focus was always in my heart…

Xavier places his hand on the face of the championship…

Reid: I didn’t end my brother’s historic run as champion just to hand this over without a fight…I didn’t take JoJo seriously and that’s why I’m facing him here tonight…that beating he gave me, it was a reminder that I can create my worst enemy…that I’m one bad night away from setting someone down a path to take this from me…tonight JoJo is at the end of the path I created…the table is set for him to become champion…he’s confident…we are fighting in HIS match, a Texas Bullrope Match…everything is right there in front of him to finally break through and become a EWC Champion but…

Xavier grits his teeth as he pulls his hand off the belt and makes a fist with his freshly taped hand…

Reid: I’m his last obstacle…now he thinks he’s just going to bust right on through me, as if this is a done deal…all because he beat me at Braw #595, well…Flip probably thought the same thing on the eve of Brawl #575 and yet it was me that walked out of the cage #ANDSTILL, Stitches probably thought he had me dead to rights in that Bed of Weapons match at WrestleFest and yet it was me that survived and announced as #ANDSTILL…Scorpio thought it was a fluke I was the Undisputed Champion and thought it was a formality heading into the Rumble and yet I was the one that climbed the ladder to retrieve the Undisputed Champion to remain #ALL STILL…

Xavier shakes his head…

Reid: JoJo thinks because he’s the bigger man I won’t be able to move him…that I’m a sitting duck ripe for the kill…well ask Bosa if size matters…I beat him TWICE when the rest of the wrestling world was writing his coronation…Clay Bryd…that big ol’ Texan couldn’t beat me and it drove him out of the EWC…JoJo has a knack of underestimating the ‘smaller’ opponents…Flip, Nevaeh, Dio, Lavender and Scorpio…all beat the ‘bigger’ JoJo Rush…and yet he still believes size matters…he’s too blinded by the chance of this ‘Gold Rush’ to see I’ll be his Achilles Heel here tonight, he doesn’t believe I have a chance and that will be his undoing…I’m not going out there to play games, to try and ‘outsmart’ him…I’m not going to have you run out or have Tommy get involved…this is me verse him, no fucking around and all business…I’m going to shut him up once and for all by beating him in a match where he thinks he’s unbeatable…and I’m going to end any hopes of JoJo’s ‘Gold Rush’ once and for all…

Just then the door opens, the pair look over to see Tommy Love walk into the room. He looks at them and smiles…

T. Love: Sorry, I was talking with Timothy Kahrs about your new contract…we should have it shortly…by the next Brawl for sure and then we can sit down and make a decision…

B. Love: And the offers from the other GM’s…

Tommy waves off Bunny’s question…

T. Love: We will deal with all that later, right now Xavier’s full attention needs to be on JoJo Rush and walking out of here as the X-Division Champion…now Xavier, a few thoughts…

But Xavier stands up, holding up his hand to cut off his manager…

Reid: No tricks or schemes tonight Tommy…I’m choosing VIOLENCE…I’m going to bust JoJo’s face up with the bell, use that rope to choke the life out of him…I’m going to grab his arms and ‘stomp a mud hole’ in his stupid face…Fuck You Kick Him until my foot hurts and then put another ‘Beast’ down for good…

Tommy smiles and rubs his hands together as the camera fades out…

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CAN THE HOUSE STRING UP SOME GOLD!?
TEXAS BULLROPE MATCH
FOR THE EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
JoJo Rush
VS Xavier Reid

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We return to ringside where Jessica Stroup is ready to call the contest everybody has been waiting for.

Aiello: There have been BARN BURNERS for the X-Division championship in the past. Hell, the way Xavier Reid acquired it for BRAWL against his brother, El Pablo, Paramount rest his soul, way a downright dread to watch. Xavier Reid brings with him a certain level of violence every time he walks in the ring and ESPECIALLY. ESPECIALLY when it comes to the X-Division championship like it does here tonight, Steve. If you ask me my pick is that the champion retains here.

Bennett: Look at you, already undercutting the best member of the House. Watch your mouth or they might come over here in clean your ears out with soap. But anyway. JoJo Rush, Brawl's current challenger for the X-Division championship, well he ain't been no slouch either in the build up to this match. I for one am looking forward to the documentary coming out. That'll be brought to you after the show, one way or the other, on behalf of Pepsi so shout out to JoJo for winning 43 cents and a postcard that says 'FUCK PRIME'. God what a trash gimmick. THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!

Aiello: And when you talk about this contest, The Bull Rope Match, you think about the intensity of the situation. The intimacy it brings to the match.

Bennett: Sus.

Aiello: The thickness of the rope.

Bennett: Knock it off, Joe.

Aiello: The downright HATE that lead up to Xavier Reid and JoJo Rush goes a lot deeper than the X-Division championship, Steve, and tonight when those men are latched to that old dusty rope, we're really gonna see what they're made of. Take it from here, Jess.

Stroup: The following match is a BULL ROPE MATCH for the X. DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIIIP! Joining us first, the challenger. Representing The House, from The Baaaadlaaaaands, weighing in at 270 pounds ... He is "The Beast of Bandera" ... "The Blackhat" JOJOOO RUUUSH!

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 X-Tron. 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. He is representing The Love Club! Being accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommyyy Looove. rom NEW. YORK. CITY. Weighing in at 220 pounds ... He is your EX DIIIIVIIIISION CHAMPION ... At this time Tommy Love would request you all STAND from your seats for "THE BEST OF BRAWL" XAVIERRR REEEEEEIIIIIIIIIDDDD!

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 to reveal the X-Division championship beneath and drops the shirt 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.

Aiello: The vile Tommy Love already getting involved trying to give the advantage to Reid as both men are strapped in here. You wanted jam-pack action this evening and folks I think we have delivered. AND NOW! WITHOUR FURTHER ADO! THIS IS HARDCOOOOOOORE REVOLUTION, THIS IS THE BULL ROPE MATCH, RING THE DAMN BELLLLL!!

DING DING DING

As soon as the bell rings, Jamie Love, Callie Clark, and Tori are all making their way over the guardrail after even faster still discarding the hoodies that previously hid their identities. Jamie Love and Callie Clark are in from behind. There's nothing Tommy can do but be shoved the hell out of the way with tenacity by JoJo. Reid reacts to this but Callie and Jamie Love from behind catch him by complete surprise. Upon the tron appears an image.

Aiello: WHAT THE HELL!? THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION, WHO THE HELL DEFILED OUR POSTER!?

Bennett: Well Gahtdamn, Joe, if it ain't a House invasion at Hardcore Revolution.

Aiello: Maybe not, Joe! Check out who just arrived on the stage! Monday nights, say hello to Undisputed champion, World Tag Team champion, owner of the Prime Necklace, whatever the hell that is, it's Narumi Tsutsumi! Good evening, Roomie, how the HELL are ya!?

Bennett: And look just behind her there. The Beautiful Battleship Sonya, wow, and is that Emiko Okata? Guard my heart, Joe, I can't handle so much Joshi.

Aiello: WAIT A MINUTE!!

Even Inglewood is too busy appreciating the moment as most of Shinijoshi makes the stage. Narumi Tsutsumi, Sonya, and Emiko make their Shini-pose on the stage to a MASSIVE ovation from SoFi Stadium. The moment, however, comes and it goes as flying from the behind the curtain come Next Level and Heat Packers. Inglewood appreciates as a massive brawl ensues. They get even louder as 'Headhuntress' Aiya comes thundering through the curtain with brave tenacity, followed swiftly by Caleb Scott and The Eleos Effect.

It seems even BRAWL wants nothing to do with this House invasion as the numbers turn far in favor of Shinijoshi on the stage. Meanwhile, in the ring, Jamie and Callie have brawled Reid to the ground and are now lifting him up for a HEFTY boot from JoJo. He looks to both of them and ushers them out of the ring, pointing to all the nonsense pouring all over the stage, and Callie, Jamie, and Tori all quickly regrouping outside the ring. Tommy Love is caught between a rock and a hard place standing between the Housemates and the carnage happening on stage.

Suddenly Dumb as Heller and DOUG IN A BARREL coming pouring our, all wearing House shirts for the evening, a 7XL House shirt stretching over the BARREL, these jab--er, "up and coming talents"--coming from backstage and the action continues ramping up. Tommy Love drops the Love Stick and runs into the chaos as he eyeballs a perhaps mistakenly errant Undisputed championship lying on the stage.

His greasy mitts almost touch the illustrious belt but instead of catching gold, Tommy ends up catching a HUGE superkick to the face from Narumi Tsutsumi that knocks him clean off the stage. Callie, Jamie, and Tori enter the chaos just as security is now pouring from behind the curtain. JoJo has wound some rope around his fist and has been cleaning Xavier Reid's clock all this time.

Aiello: Thank GOODNESS for security here, folks, and thank Prime for Shinijoshi! It was great seeing you, ladies!

Bennett: JoJo Rush has used the opportunity to open Reid up early here. That boot to the face loosened some things up and the rope burn he's lashing across Reid's eyebrow is startin' to pour. This might end faster than it started if Ol' Reidy don't turn this sumbitch around right quick like.

Aiello: I'm just glad The HOUSE left as soon as they came.

Bennett: You really do this to yourself, Joe. Jesus.

Rush has lifted Reid but it's Xavier who catches Inglewood by surprise with an Irish whip into the corner. Big splash off the big man until JoJo catches him. Reid with several retaliatory elbows to the face and JoJo is backed into the corner again. Jamie Love slinks into the ring from behind and lets out a big scream as he runs at Xavier Reid, full force, from behind. Reid just looks off to the side as he easily slips away from the World's Littlest corner splash. It rocks Jo's world and takes him to a seated position as Xavier Reid clotheslines Love the hell out of the ring. He quickly turns to JoJo, a certain justice on his face as he lifts up the Beast of Bandera's big, meaty arms by the meathooks. FUCK YOU STOMP!

Inglewood appreciates as Xavier Reid just stomps out JoJo Rush's face for nearly a minute before letting up. Reid hops to the second rope and grandstands for just a second to a big pop. Just a second is long enough for The Blackhat to thunder up and BLAST the ring with a sit-out powerbomb. He can't quite capitalize, however, and both men, are left on their faces for the next several minutes. Inglewood appreciates.

The action on the stage is almost completely gone but it seems Shinijoshi has regrouped on stage. Jamie Love is about to reenter the ring when he sees the four powerful women on stage, ready, willing, and capable. He opts instead to get the hell out of there by way of the crowd. Shinijoshi leaves Hardcore Revolution after one final pose to the crowd and Inglewood certainly appreciates Shinijoshi.

Aiello: Jamie Love making the smart decision there. MEANWHILE. It has been an absolute rocker buster here tonight in this Bull Rope Match. With the aid of Shinijoshi, Brawl avoids an invasion and we're back to the action at ringside. After a series of unpleasant stomps from Reid, JoJo has been busted open as well. All it took was a moment of weakness-

Bennett: Xavier Reid is the X-Division champion, Joe. Watch your damn mouth. He is the Best of Brawl. He gets to grandstand. And it wasn't even that long, but that's all my boy needed.

Aiello: Wait, whose side are you on.

Bennett: Both, I'm not stupid.

Aiello: Well ANYWAY...

'Headhuntress' Aiya lingers behind a moment, watching the display of hardcore athleticism between JoJo and Xavier as the action continues with both men returning to a vertical base. LIGHTS OUT! SoFi gets to their feet, cell phones high, a million little flashlights turning on as a small red strobe light focuses on Aiya for a split second. All lights are out again for several seconds and Inglewood does NOT appreciate. Flash photography and any other means of light are added, some even flicking lighters adding to the sea of little blips throughout the arena. A maniacal feminine giggle is heard as all the lights return to normal and Inglewood, JoJo, Xavier, and Aiya are all ready for the implications.

Aiello: OH MY GOD!! I was wondering what technical issue The House might be purposefully causing, but with that sound we know that was the work of only one woman. One of the most dangerous women this industry has ever seen in Nurse Kinsley. We saw her earlier tonight during the second fall of Three Stages. But I... don't... do you see her, Steve?

Bennett: No, Joe, she's gone. But she did leave a little message for one 'Headhuntress'. That is absolutely horrifying.

To a massive pop, Bennett's conclusion proves true as Aiya raises in the her hands from just at her feet a dreaded modified hooked chain. Several additional barbs, pricks, and pain decorate the chain and hook. Inglewood appreciates, Xavier Reid looks like he's recovering from a hard attack, and JoJo Rush is lipping some of that sweet 'backy before rushing into a second THUNDEROUS big boot to Xavier Reid. JoJo looks up to the stage as Aiya backs away with a grin, then turns to Reid just in time to be punched square in the peckerwood.

Aiello: I can only imagine what Aiya may have in store for the future with that violent weapon but tonight isn't about Shinijoshi. It isn't about the House. THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION! And with a booper to JoJo's snooker stick it might be all Reid from here.

Bennett: Just like I said. Reid waited for his spot again. The lights went out, some weird lady messin with our damn time, whatever, and Xavier Reid is on the up and up. WHAM! UNTIL HE AIN'T!

Aiello: WOW what a devastating shove into the clothesline with the bullrope from JoJo.

For the next several minutes it's all Beast of Bandera. He chokes Reid with the rope, lifting him to his feet, only to further relieve him from the act of standing itself. SUPLEX CITY! It's German after German for five, six, seven, eight in a row before JoJo releases the hold and Reid flops about like a wet noodle. Simultaneously, Jamie Love and Cassius H Kissinger both hop over the guardrail with Cassius wielding a big red paddle that reads 'NO HOUSE' across the face. Jamie and Cassius both sprint around the ring several times before making their way up the rampway and through the curtain. Tommy Love is just getting up, but Cassius cracks him over the skull with the paddle to a huge pop. He throws up a finger to another huge pop. Then runs through the curtain after Jamie Love, no House member left behind.

Aiello: Did that guy look familiar to you?

Bennett: Never seen that cape a day in my life, Joe.

Thanks to the distraction of a super hero chasing around one of his compatriots, Reid has been given a momentary respite from the pain. However this respite isn't long enough when JoJo continues. HIGH NOONSAULT! Inglewood appreciates the massive moonsault following the equally impressive set of suplexes. JoJo quickly goes for the cover.

ONE!
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TWO!!
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NO!!!

Inglewood sounds as shocked as JoJo Rush looks, a pinch of defeat crossing the eyes of the Blackhat if only for a second. He barrels his first into Reid's face before beginning to lift him up. Reid catches JoJo by surprise! Small package!

ONE!
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TWO-NO!!

JoJo kicks out furiously and both men are once again on their feet.

Aiello: HOLY MOLY THAT'S WHY HE'S THE BEST!!

Bennett: Reid showing his tenacity, his ring presence, with that small package outta nowhere despite eatin at High Noon and going to Suplex City. JoJo Rush needs to stay on top here. Instead he's got another dip in his mouth. C'mon man. Get in the damn game son.

JoJo Rush: Ah suggest you watch your dayum mouth!

Apparently Rush heard Bennett at ringside and Inglewood appreciates as Steve Bennett stands up at the commentary booth. JoJo looks at that old bastard like he's crazy as he takes off his headset and slowly begins to saunter around the table, a wicked smile on the faces of both JoJo and Steve begin to share a wicked laugh together but for very different reasons. Due to the distraction outside Reid has been able to recover on one knee long enough. When JoJo turns around he stumbles right into it. RAINHAM MAKER! Reid connects with the gnarly signature move to a big pop. Reid turns to Steve and drops back to one knee, motioning Steve is more than welcome to take it from here.

Inglewood EXPLODES in a standing ovation as slowly, The Predator stalks the steel steps with even steelier eyes on his prey. Inglewood explodes as Bennett even slips through those ropes, much less as he's orchestrating traffic with JoJo and Reid here. Rush tries to no avail to get a slick upper hand, walloping Reid with a vicious back elbow to the face. But JoJo pauses angrily, biting his lip, as he stands toe to toe with the Extreme Wrestling legend. JoJo takes a step back, looking to the side, shaking his head, then unloads a DISGUSTING plume of BROWN MIST. Reid barely shoves Bennett out of the way and it looks like the referee takes the brunt of the vile and underhanded assault.

Aiello: Get the HELL outta there, Steve! There! You've had your moment! THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!!

Steve doesn't get outta there, further assisting Reid in the assault against JoJo. They brawl him into the corner into the seated position. Steve makes a motion and every single person in Inglewood stands up. Reid nods his head and they begin the set up, Steve Bennett standing atop the top rope with a lifted JoJo shoved toward him. THE DROP OF DEATH! Steve Bennett and Xavier Reid powerbomb JoJo Rush from the top rope and Inglewood appreciates! Reid quickly covers!

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TWO!!
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THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall...and STILL EWC X-Division Champion... XAAAAVIEEER REEEEEEIIIID!

Reid rises to his feet, looking worse for wear but still proud of himself as the ref presents him with the EWC X-Division Championship before Bennett joins the ref in raising Reid's arms in victory! We cut to Joe at the announce booth, watching on with a sense of glee...mixed in with just a little jealousy toward his broadcast partner.

Aiello: What a match, and what a war we saw here! Reid and Rush going at it, The House making their presence known, and one hell of a moment for my pal Steve Bennett...but in the end, Xavier Reid manages to retain the EWC X-Division Championship, and you can't help but wonder what this means for The House going forward!

Camera cuts to ...

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We cut backstage, inside the office of the General Manager where we see Timothy Kahrs watching the show, still eating his popcorn when suddenly the door swings wide open...revealing Jim Connors with an angry look on his face.

Connors: The absolute state of you, Kahrs.

Kahrs is too stunned to speak, and Jim Connors keeps him from getting a word in.

Connors: The investigation is over, and I've been cleared...and since you can't keep a tight leash on MY brand, that means you're done here. You're fired, Kahrs.

Tim's eyes widen in shock, and they start to well up with tears as he drops the bag of popcorn on the desk before running out. Connors takes his place at the seat that Tim left, glancing at the popcorn before a smirk forms on his face. He grabs the bag, taking a popped kernel to munch on with a chuckle.

Connors: Why not treat myself? It's Hardcore Revolution, after all.

With that, we cut back to ringside for our main event...

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THE LONG HARD ROAD (OR RHODES) TO THE GOLD!
THREE STAGES OF HELL

TITLE VERSUS TITLE
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
& THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP

Melinda Rhodes
VS King Flip

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We return to ringside where lighting indicates and precedes the doom of the devestating structure on its descent from the rafters. Jessica Stroup proudly awaits safely at ringside, waiting to call the MAIN EVENT for the evening. Aiello and Bennett are all too excited to wrap things up into a nice little package first as cameras clue in on the commentary booth. The EXT fires up in split screen.

One half, the FX Broadcast champion and an EMT making final checks to the many lacerations. On the other half, the International championship, giving a somber but Inglewood approved hug to the other half of King Dong. An emotional moment between two meaty men ready to slap meat. You love to see it. Inglewood most certainly appreciates. Melinda is making her way to the ring as Joe and Steve fire away.

Aiello: THIS IS IT, FOLKS! We already saw Melinda Rhodes, The Rebel Star, FX Broadcast champion, and my personal pick to bring home BORT III if we all patted ourselves on the back like that. BUT THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!!

Bennett: Look at her, Joe. She has no idea what she's got left in the tank much less what's left in store for her. We will all learn something tonight, though, something about The Great Game.

Aiello: Alright, you've been on about this all damn night. You're going to explain yourself. What the hell is "The Great Game"?

Stroup: The following match is the FINAL of Three Stages of Helllll! THIS! With each competitor securing one of the two previous falls, will BE... for the FX Broadcast championship AND the International championship. It's TITLE versuuuuuus TITLE, it's HELL. IN A CEEELLLLL!!

Inglewood appreciates as the structure clangs to the floor and is quickly secured into position.

Stroup: JOINING US FIRST. HAILING FROM ROME, GA, SHE STANDS AT 5' 11" AND WEIGHS IN AT 145 LBS.... SHE IS YOUR FX BROADCAST CHAMPION... "THE REBEL STAR" MMMMMMEEEELLLLLLIIINNNDDDAAAA RRRRRHHHHOOOODDDDDEEESSS!!!

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. On her shoulder rests the FX Broadcast Championship. Mel strides down the aisle, taking her time and rocking with the fans in attendance. She's high-fiving fans, giving hugs to kids, and one lucky fan's child ends up with a parting gift, her chrome aviator shades getting placed right on the kid's face.

After making the rounds at ringside, pumping up the front row fans, Rhodes slides under the ropes, pops up and runs up to the far turnbuckle, hoisting her championship in the air while headbanging to her music. She then turns and runs to the opposite side, arms out at her sides as she shouts "COME ON!!!!" to the fans, working them up just a little bit more. She hops down and places her belt down in the corner. Turning, Mel removes her vest, crouches low in her corner and waits...

Chanel: And HERRRRRR opponent... hii, biiiitch...

Inglewood fires up as Melinda shakes her head as she looks up at the stage to see Chanel. They both give very fake waves. The EXT fires up again and The Mad King is approaching through darkened halls. He smears gold face paint along the line of his chin before wiping his hands, all the way walking with his eyes glaring through his eyebrows.

Chanel: HAILING. From the Land of Money AND Faaaaame...

Flip stops, dipping his hand deep into something off camera before slapping himself HARD across the face. A low, continuous humming exudes from the PA as slowly, fur-clad warriors begin pluming from behind the curtain beating war drums. Another, more well dressed warrior, comes in behind them with a LOOOOOOOOUD war horn blaring.

Chanel: WEIGHING. In at 220 pounds...

Inglewood appreciates as T H E M A D K I N G flies right to left on the EXT to a massive red and black pyrotechnic across the bridge of the stage and edges of the EXT. 'Heimdallr' by Munknorr plays and a very different feeling fills the air of SoFi Stadium.

Chanel: HE IS THE MAD KING... "The Benchmark of Brawl"... He is YOOOOOOOUR International champion AND MINE... HE. IS. "UNTOUCHABLE" KIIIIIIIIIIING FLIIIIIIIIP!!!

The Mad King gives a gentle smile as he appears from behind the curtain, a massive bear fur over his shoulders and the International championship across his waist. Gold lining his face and a big open white palm across his face, The Mad King looks to the structure with a big, proud smile.

"MAAAAAAAAAAD KIIIIIIIING...
MAAAAAAAAAAD KIIIIIIIING...
MAAAAAAAAAAD KIIIIIIIING..."

Flip drops the fur as he reaches the cage, looks up, looks back to Melinda, and slowly ascenda the cell. Melinda fires up alongide Inglewood as she rushes out of the ring to follow The Mad King up.

Aiello: Is that delivery? OR IS THIS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!? Melinda Rhodes! King Flip! TITLE VERSUS TITLE! And it all starts and ends right here! Right now! IT'S HELL IN A CELLLLLL!!

DING DING DING

The action truly begins when Melinda Rhodes gets herself to a vertical base atop the cell. At this point, during the climb up, Flip has made his way to the center of the cell with his International championship raised high in the sky all the way. Rhodes makes a play a rush the King while his back is turned but stops herself just a few feet shy as he turns back to her. With a smile he splays the International championship across the cell caging at his feet and throws up both hands. Ready. Taunting Rebel to make the move.

Rhodes answers the call and these two begin going elbow for elbow for what feels like forever. Melinda, after two quick elbows to the face of Flip, spins him about with a gnarly backdrop onto the caging. Every blow, every move, every calculated step by these competitors can be both felt and appreciated throughout Inglewood this evening. Neither wanting to give an inch as Flip fires back with a basic powerslam as Melinda rushes to keep the offensive. Back and forth they tried light grapples, snapmares, clotheslines, and dropkicks with neither giving quarter or taking more than pain away from each maneuver.

Aiello: You can see it in their actions just as you've heard it in their words for each other all night! We may NEVER see the day where a lot of the competitors we saw this evening may ever see eye to eye. And it is no mystery that through everything, still, there's no love lost between The Rebel Star and The Mad King. I don't foresee a timeline where these two walk away shaking hands after all this. Not after being burned by steaming hot pipes. Not after falling off a flat bed truck. You don't LEARN how to take these spots folks and these two are TEETERING on the top of this cell. AND THAT'S FOR YOU! THIS IS HARDCORE REVOLUTION!!

Bennett: It felt great to get in the ring earlier, Joe, but even I'll be the first to admit. I don't want a damn thing to do with no Hell in a Cell. And I sure as hell wouldn't go climbing to the top. But that's all apart of The Great Game, Joe. Just watch.

REBEL STAR SLAYER!

Aiello: HOLY CRAP!! YOU WERE SAYING, STEVE??

Melinda connects with a the rockin' cutter, kipping up and over The Mad King with her arm around his throat to lock in the submission finisher. If The Mad King taps out here it's all over. His hand wanes in the air to the pain as Inglewood appreciates. Slowly, but surely, King gets some semblance of something from the cheering crowd and powers Melinda up onto his back as he gets angrily to a vertical position. He leaps up a few incheas and sandwiches Melinda against the metal. She loosens but re-adjusts her grip. It's another sleeper hold and it isn't looking great for the King.

Try as he might The Rebel Star's grip is too strong and too concise for Flip to do anything but pass completely out. Melinda flops Flip off of her and stands up looking around for a referee. They're still in the ring. Melinda signals that Flip is unconscious but the referee tries and fails to signal back that it doesn't matter. A pin or tapping is the only way to complete the fight. Melinda shakes her head and throws her hands in the air before going for a cover.

ONE!
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TWO!
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NO!!!

Melinda nods knowingly as King Flip kicks out with authority. She gets up and makes her way over to the splayed out International championship. She looks down upon it with a smile, her hand waxing across its glorious golden face, before turning with a newfound energetic fury for King Flip.

Aiello: Your Great Gamer or WHAT THE HECK ever better watch out! Melinda has the International championship in her hands and she's liking the way it feels here, Steve. She's STALKING The Mad King waiting, ready, and willing to go there when everything's on the line.

Bennett: That's strike one, Aiello. Don't do it twice more. Melinda Rhodes has the current advantage. We shall see The Mad King's next move.

Flip just evades a powerful swing of the International championship by Rhodes, rolling painfully and wincing as he gets back to his feet looking none the better for not taking the title to the face. Flip hops about, spinning to expose his back as Melinda turns around. CROWNING MOMENT! NO! INTERNATIONAL TITLE TO THE FACE! Melinda Rhodes scouts the signature pele kick and PELTS Flip in the face with his own title.

She bounds off the structure's extra support beams in the center, an audible pop as her midsection connects with the unforgiving metal, as once again King Flip is bleeding from the face. Forcing herself through it, fighting to breathe, and barely even able to stand, Melinda Rhodes pushes through with a single hand gripping her midsection as she drags along the International championship. Flip is hardly rolling about, just getting to his hands and knees, when he is RACKED with a brutal kick to the rib cage that sends him rolling closer still to the edge of the structure.

Aiello: NO WAY!! Melinda Rhodes scouting the pele kick, turning the Crowning Moment to one of her own, but at what cost here, Steve? Can she do it? CAN SHE BECOME THE INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION AGAIN HERE!?

Bennett: The Mad King is on his last leg. Upon the final stretch he comes, and in a roar, The Great Game completes.

So sayeth the Bennett, so roareth the King as he scoops a very surprised Melinda Rhodes. Inglewood appreciates.

The Mad King: I TOLD YOU ALL, I SAID IT. I SAID ALL HAIL.

Melinda tries as she might but her midsection prangs her in position as Flip continues to yell,, working Melinda's head beneath his right arm.

The Mad King: I FUCKING SAID...

THE CURE! King Flip executes his old school vertebreaker finishing maneuver. The caging snaps and Inglewood's OVATION couldn't be louder.

The Mad King: REMEMBERRRRRRR!!!

CRUNCH!

Aiello: OH MY JESUS, LORD IN HEAVEN, KING FLIP FELL THROUGH THE CAGING WITH MELINDA RHODES! THEY BOTH PLUMMETTED THROUGH THE CANVAS!! I CAN'T WATCH! THIS IS HARCORE REVOLUTIOOOOON!!!

A cacophony of jubilation for this exciting moment as everyone waits for movement from the massive hole in the canvas. The referee looks into the wreckage and spots something. He gets into position and begins to count.

ONE!
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Aiello: WAIT, WHO'S PINNING WHO!?

TWO!!
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Bennett: This is The Great Game.

THREE!!!

And finally, when the proverbial dust settles, we finally get a view as clear as day of who pinned whom, who picks up the win and all the gold in the red brand...and it's Melinda Rhodes, managing to twist around and get the cover on the Mad King despite him connecting with The Cure through the roof and through the ring...meaning it's the Rebel Star who holds it all tonight.

DING DING DING

Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall in the final stage...and STILL FX Broadcast Champion...AND NEW EWC International Champion... MELIIIIIIINDA RHOOOOOOOOOOOOOODES!

Perhaps we will see a celebration of some sort from the new champion somewhere down the line. Maybe the Mad King will be able to address what happened here tonight, and what happens next. But right now? None of that matters, not while medical personnel are rushing to the ring while the Cell rises up, giving the staff a chance to check on both competitors. We cut away from ringside to a shocked commentary team, too stunned to speak at first before Joe finally chimes in.

Aiello: I...wow. I am at a loss for words right now, folks.

Bennett: Holy shit. Holy, holy shit...she did it!

Aiello: Melinda Rhodes went through hell not once, not twice, but THREE times over, and after a brutal war from the Highway to Hell to Hell in a Cell, as come out the other side victorious. Perhaps to the point...she has survived this night.

Bennett: I can't believe it, Joe. Hell of a run from King Flip, hell of a fight these two went through tonight.

Aiello: Thus ends the third reign of King Flip, after winning it from Stitches at WrestleFest XX. Thus begins the second reign of Melinda Rhodes, a title win over five years in the making. And thus concludes one HELL of a night here in Inglewood. A new champion, a war raging thanks to The House, the return of Jim Connors, and next month we will find out who becomes the new FX Champion after the belt is vacated here tonight, ending Melinda's second run with that title. Folks, thank you so much for joining us tonight on Pay-Per-View, and we will see you next month as BRAWL rolls on! For Steve Bennett, I am Joe Aiello saying so long and goodnight!

Medical staff continue to check on both competitors, but we see a weak smile from the NEW champion Melinda Rhodes, giving a thumbs up as she's assisted up the ramp to a big pop from the crowd at SoFi Stadium. We get a similar reaction upon seeing that King Flip is okay, even if disheartened upon realizing the title reign has come to an end. With this, and a video package highlighting the absolute chaos of the night, Hardcore Revolution 2023 comes to a close.

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MATCH WRITERS

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MATCH ONE: The Mad King
MATCH TWO: The Mad King
MATCH THREE: The Mad King
MATCH FOUR: The Mad King
MATCH FIVE: The Mad King
MATCH SIX: The Mad King
MAIN EVENT: The Mad King

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SEGMENTS

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The Mad King
Melinda Rhodes
@cyrus
Jack Severn
Xavier Reid
MNB

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RECAP OF WINNERS

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MATCH 1
Zack Tyler (N/S)
VS Chelsea Skye
WINNER via pinfall: Chelsea Skye

MATCH 2
Elissa Bradley
VS Caleb Scott
WINNER via knockout: Caleb Scott

MATCH 3
Lone Wolves
VS R.O.S.E. (N/S)
WINNERS via submission: Lone Wolves

MATCH 4
Antoni Malietoa
VS Cyrus
WINNER via submission: Cyrus

MATCH 5
Dio
VS Stitches
WINNER via knockout: Stitches

MATCH 6
FOR THE EWC X-DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
JoJo Rush
VS Xavier Reid
WINNER via pinfall and STILL EWC X-Division Champion: Xavier Reid

MAIN EVENT
TITLE VERSUS TITLE
FOR THE FX BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
& THE EWC INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP
Melinda Rhodes
VS King Flip
STAGE ONE - WINNER: Melinda Rhodes
STAGE TWO - WINNER: King Flip
STAGE THREE - WINNER and STILL FX Broadcast Champion and NEW EWC International Championship: Melinda Rhodes

HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023 MVPs: Xavier Reid and Melinda Rhodes

HARDCORE REVOLUTION 2023 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: JoJo Rush VS Xavier Reid

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