Post by MNB on Jul 15, 2024 20:57:51 GMT -6
WARNING:
This live event contains strong coarse language (L), and intense violence (V) which may be unsuitable for younger viewers. None of the matches you are about to watch have been predetermined. Only some of the thematic story-lines have been discussed beforehand. Accordingly, EWC and it's producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any match or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL
EPISODE #613 | JULY 15TH 2024LIVE! from the AsiaWorld Arena in Hong Kong
EWC BRAWL
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
General Manager: Jim Connors
Assistant GM: Timothy Kahrs
Commentators: Joe Aiello & Steve 'The Predator' Bennett
Announcer: Jessica Stroup
Senior Referee: Paul Turner
Referee: Josh Daniels
Backstage Interviewer: Bob Murray
Reid: WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!!!
The camera cuts backstage inside the AsiaWorld Arena where we find a host of Brawl security and officials trying to hold back a bat holding EWC Undisputed Champion Xavier Reid and the 3pAC, Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny, who are waving around their crowbars.
Brawl Official: Xavier, we don’t want violence here tonight…
Deimos: Yeah, then you should have kept your ‘LIGHT of Monday Nights’ here on Brawl…
Danny: And away from our manager…
Brawl Official: We had NOTHING to do with that, JoJo…
Reid: Acted on his own, fine, your hands are clean of what happened Wednesday night but my hands WON’T be clean here tonight, they will be covered in blood…they will be covered in JoJo’s blood so…you can either step aside or…
Deimos: We spill your blood right here and now…
Danny: As a warm up fight…
Xavier points his bat at the official as Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny look ready to strike but coming from the back of the crowd is the real power of Brawl, their GM Jim Connors…
Connors: We will not have chaos like they did on Paramount last Wednesday night!!!
Jim Connors shoves his way to the front and face to face with The Love Club members…
Connors: Xavier, how is…
But before he can say Bunny’s name Xavier points his bat at the Brawl GM…
Reid: Do not say her name…
Jim Connors holds his ground as well as his tongue…
Connors: I have denounced what JoJo did Wednesday night, he crossed a line and his actions will come at a cost but I can not and will not have the three of you going rogue here tonight taking out members of my staff and my roster trying to get at JoJo Rush…
Reid: I going to remove his head from his shoulders…
Connors: And you will have that chance but not this way…
Reid: Then how…
Connors: We have a room ready for the three of you, tonight, here on Brawl #613 we will find a way for you to get your pound of flesh but it will be inside a EWC ring and not in our hallways…you flew all this way Xavier…so it’s either we do this my way or…
The Brawl security step up beside their GM…
Connors: We will have to ask you to leave…
Xavier looks at the security force…which seems to have grown since his time on Brawl or maybe Jim Connors was expecting them but Deimos steps up to Xavier’s side…
Deimos: We came here for a fight, let’s start with these red shirts…
Danny: We can take them…
But Xavier holds up his hand…
Reid: We came here for JoJo, if Connors can serve him up then these men need not be harmed…Connors, you have till night’s end to bring me JoJo Rush or God help me…I will burn Brawl to the ground…you have till the close of the show to make good or…the chaos you don’t want will make getting your deposit back on this place a bit difficult…
Jim Connors nods as he looks at the Brawl Official, then back to Reid and proclaims.
Connors: I have a proposal for you Mr. Reid, but I’ll give you the details once we all arrive to the waiting room. I promise it’s an offer you can’t refuse.
Reid glares down a patient Jim Connors, he glances over his shoulder to Deimos, who is also glaring a hole through Connors. The large man gives a silent nod to Reid who looks back to the Brawl General Manager.
Reid: This better be good…
We fade to black as Connors, his officials, 3pAC, and the Undisputed Champion, Xavier Reid walk together toward the assigned waiting area Connors had prepared for the Love Club as we cut away...
"I WON'T BOW DOWN" by P.O.D. blasts in the Arena
The show starts off with video footage detailing historic events over Monday Night BRAWL's history.
From episode 001 in 1997 all the way down to the last episode #612 in Pasay.
Images of previous EWC Champions are shown, starting with the very first Champion Black Ninja, then moving onto Big Mac and Steve Bennett. Sped up footage then shows a special montage of Memphis Reigns, Shadow Man, Hirsh Valentine, Jesse Nunez, Hurricane Jeff, Moses Lake, James Chambers, BDC, Jay Cee, Stray, Gladiator, The Rev, and Ruthless Aggression, all with the EWC Championship.
From there we look at the dawning of the Undisputed Championship as we know it today, with a focus on the men and women who have been a part of the red brand who have held the illustrious title including Candy, Dominic Sanders, Cyrus Black, and Stitches, before ending on the current champion who survived this year's Insanity Cage to retain at Night of Champions XXI... Xavier Reid.
Sped up footage again then takes us through to current Monday Night BRAWL Superstars: Stitches, Morgan Darkwater, Caleb Scott, Dio, Antoni Malietoa, Chelsea Skye, Emmanuelle, JoJo Rush, KU, Amis Shelton, Ace Sky, Gabrielle Visconty, and others making their way onto the red brand on this historic 25th Season of BRAWL.
We then get a shot of the Champion of BRAWL:
Morgan Darkwater with the EWC Heritage Championship...and the EWC Hardcore Championship
The opening pyros blast across the stage and here we go.
We take a look around inside of the AsiaWorld Arena and see the electricity!
We take a look around inside of the AsiaWorld Arena and see the electricity!
A chant begins of
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
"MNB!"
A thick layer of fog circles the arena, and camera flashes repeatedly strobe the area!
The camera feed pans to different areas in the arena and we see fans cheering in excitement!
The fans are shown smiling, laughing, and pumping their fists in excitement
as fireworks emit from each corner of the ring!
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
A thick layer of fog surrounds the fans from the firework display.
The show is live... and the excitement is at a fever pitch!
Signs can be seen all over the arena, some reading:
"欢迎回来，GABI VEE"
"革命将是一场硬仗"
"不急于夺冠"
"I FOR ONE AM EXCITED TO SEE A 3-WAY"
"VIN HAVOC HAS THE JUICE, SO I'M TOLD"
and "AUTUMN? IT'S MID-JULY"
Aiello: Hello everyone and welcome to Monday Night BRAWL! I'm Joe Aiello alongside EWC Hall of Famer Steve Bennett, and we are on the last stop on the road to Hardcore Revolution!
Bennett: What a night it's gonna be, Joe! Some hard-hitting matches ahead of us, including a couple sneak peeks at the pay-per-view being hosted by BRAWL and RAMPAGE following the big announcement a couple weeks back.
Aiello: That's right Steve, we're kicking things off with Autumn Raven representing the green brand as she faces Chelsea Skye, and in our main event we have Vin Havoc taking on Melinda Rhodes with hardcore rules in place!
Bennett: Gonna be a tough night ahead as we look to see who can get the edge heading into Hardcore Revolution!
Aiello: We also have Gabrielle Visconty making her BRAWL return as she takes on Amis Shelton, a man ready to prove a point after a close match in Pasay...and to round out the action we have a triple threat match with no holds barred between Narumi Tsutsumi, Caleb Scott, and Dr. Valerie Velasco!
Bennett: Narumi's looking to capitalize off becoming number one contender to the EWC Hardcore Championship, but considering she's not the only one in that picture I can't help but wonder what that means for our champ, Mor--
The Brawl audience needs a moment to figure out who walks out to “Cosmic.M4A” by Denzel Curry and Kenny Beats. Stepping out onto the stage is one of the other double champions in the company, Lad Morales.
Aiello: Well, I’ll be damned. We haven’t seen Lad for quite some time now. Did he get lost on his way to the Orange Brand or what?
Bennett: No, he’s out here for Hong Kong cuisine. I ate about twenty of their beef skewers.
Aiello: Yeah, I can smell it. But anyways, Lad hadn’t been seen since the Insanity Cage. I know he must have been disappointed. He wasn’t just a hair away from getting to undo that envelope he was talking about–he wasn’t even in the running, really.
Carrying both his United States and Television Championship on his shoulders, he makes his way down the ramp. He lowers his head, not interacting with the audience. Once he makes it to the ring, he does make a gesture to the audience, returning their adoration for him. Once inside, the champion asks for a microphone. When received, he gives thanks to the stagehand.
Lad’s theme dies down, and he stands in the full light of the arena. He hangs his head for a moment, no words coming to mind immediately. Scratching the temple with his finger, Lad takes a sharp breath.
Morales: Brawl, it has been a while. Last time I was here, Caleb Scott tried to murder me. But hey, I’m here still. And uh, well, I got some new hardware.
He lifts the United States Championship to the roar of the crowd. Lad seems a little taken aback. Perhaps from how heavier the crowd support is.
Morales: Wow. Thanks for the support. Now I ain’t gonna sit here and talk ‘bout what I’m gonna do in reflection of the Insanity Cage. I failed. Plain and simple. I talked all that mess about bein’ the fastest and youngest to do it. The lights were too bright that night. But I’m here because I’ll be going back on the same journey I did to get the United States Championship. I’m gonna be a fighting champion as I have been this entire season. And God willing, I’ll be Undisputed Champion by the end of this season.
The crowd cheers again, a round of applause accompanying it. Lad nods his head, gathering courage and confidence into himself.
Morales: So, with that said, what I wanna do for you good people is tell you that I got cleared by my boss and the bossman over here. I will be defending the EWC United States Championship at Hardcore Revolution. I’ll even throw myself into the kinda match that PPV demands. But the question now is…”who will I be fighting?” I know Merc put his name out there. I can tell that many people are aching at the chance to take this from me. And I welcome that. I thrive under that sorta pressure.
Lad turns to face the entrance ramp.
Morales: Who is it gonna be? I want somebody, anybody, on the Red Brand to walk down here and take a chance. I’m game to see whoever–
The opening of “The Sunkn’ Norwegian” strikes up the arena’s PA system, sending the capacity crowd into fever-pitch as they realise they’re not only about to be in the presence of both double-champions, but the sheer connotations that came with the second man’s timely appearance.
Aiello: Holy… this can’t mean what I think it means, can it?
Bennett: That ballsy sonnuvabitch – save some gold for the rest of the roster, Cap!
Sure enough, none other than Captain Morgan Darkwater, the Bulwark of Brawl, swaggered out onto the stage, Heritage and Hardcore titles draped over his broad shoulders, a live microphone already in his hands. He smiled proudly as he bathed in the cheers and adulation of the fans, nodding along to their chants and making sure the cameras got good shots of them as the music slowly died down.
Captain Darkwater: Good evenin’, Hong Kong! Helluva show so far, aye? An’ we be only gettin’ started!
He pauses as the cheers crash over him again, smiling softly as his gaze finally drifts down the ramp to the ring, and fixes on the Lad.
Captain Darkwater: Lad! Did I hear ye right, that ye intend to defend that glorious, resplendent United States Championship at Hardcore Revolution? Well, now…
He strokes his beard thoughtfully, eyeing the red, white, blue and gold title over the Lad’s shoulder with a twinkle in his eyes.
Captain Darkwater: Now, usually th’ ol’ Captain can’t make heads or tails of th’ damn rankings tables litterin’ th’ EWC, so he stopped worryin’ about them ages ago. Howe’er… a little birdie recently brought it to my attention that th’ #1 Contender fer that EWC United States Championship… is yers truly, th’ Captain of th’ Flagship, Morgan Darkwater.
The crowd goes hyper as their original suspicions seem to be confirmed, the Captain flashing the Lad a broad smile as he struts across the length of the stage with an exaggerated swagger, drinking in the energies.
Aiello: Come on, Captain, be serious! He may well be #1 Contender for the US title, and have every right to challenge for it, but look what’s over his shoulders! Three is too many, surely!
Bennett: The old dirty pirate bastard is in his Gold Hunter Era, Joe – and don’t call him Shirley! Triple-Crown Pirate King, hells yeah!
Morgan seems to be thinking the same thing as he nods towards the US title, then looks at the Heritage title over his right shoulder, then the Hardcore over his left, before slowly dropping his gaze to his broad waist, his free hand running along it silently as he fixes the Lad with a curious smirk, his message clear: that US title would go right there. Lad, however, doesn’t break away from Darkwater’s presence.
Morales: Now hang on one second there, Captain. I was expectin’ you. See, I took a gander at the list, got it all in my head, and knew that if I put out the bait, you would come swimming like a shark to blood.
This stops the swaggering Captain dead in his tracks halfway down the ramp, his large body tensing as he eyes the Lad suspiciously, then slowly looks over his shoulder, his caution and suspicion clear: usually when someone was lured out by promises of championship gold, it never went well for them, and he wasn’t about to let anyone get the drop on him. When no one appeared to try anything, he looked back to the man in the ring with a quizzical look, wondering what his game was.
Lad eyes the United States Championship, but those eyes then head over to the Hardcore Championship. When his focus becomes evident to the audience, the crowd surges. To play on Darkwater’s action, he peeks down at his waist. Then at his leg, even making an effort to stretch it out to see if another championship belt could realistically go there.
Aiello: A little cheeky, don’t you think?
Bennett: Kids these days. I’m hoping this isn’t another repeat of some other youngblood out there.
With a shrug, the Lad dismisses the idea.
Morales: But really, can you afford a title match against me right now? I don’t mean that in any way but you have a loaded schedule yourself. You got whatever goin’ on with your contenders. I’m sure that match over on PRIME has made at least three or four. I bet the bossman here has a few in line for you too. So, as much as I would like to make this a, uh, gentleman’s wager: one of your titles for one of mine–I don’t want to make life harder for you.
The Captain is at ringside at this point, one boot planted on the steel steps as he pauses again, regarding the Lad with a tilted head of confusion. If he wasn’t here to make their title match official, why had he gone to the effort of luring the Captain out? He slowly climbs into the ring as Lad starts to walk to-and-fro while deliberating on what needs to be done.
Morales: Okay, I got two offers for ya.
The US Champion puts up one finger.
Morales: One: after Hardcore Revolution, if I’m still champion, I’ll give you your title shot. Because you deserve it and I respect you too much to keep that away from you.
The Captain smiled and nodded, approving of the respect and honesty from the talented young prodigy. He took a step onto the apron, his free hand gripping the top rope, as the Lad raised his second finger.
Morales: Now walk with me here.
Morgan grins and nods, walking the apron back-and-forth to match the Lad’s pace as the crowds have a laugh. The Lad just smirks, and continues.
Morales: This one is separate from the first. It’s on a whole other level. You see, I think there’s some…potential for us to help each other out. You looked at your waist. I looked at my thigh. And I came to the conclusion that I think we could share the load as it were.
The Captain climbed over the ropes at this point, and stopped several feet from the Lad, intent on hearing him out as he regarded the young man curiously.
Bennett: If I’m a betting man, I’d bet Mr. Morales knew what he wanted all along. I don’t know if I want to be mad or impressed.
Aiello: Yeah, I think I’m following, but I want to hear him say it.
Lad smiles, then transitions his upright two fingers into an open hand, ready for Darkwater to take it.
Morales: How ‘bout we team up and go for the Tag Team Championships?
The knowing smirk that had been slowly spreading over the Captain’s face all this time suggested he had also figured out the Lad’s intention a while back, but he’s pleasantly surprised by the official proposition, and the open hand. Bushy brows raised, he looks around them as if to gauge the crowd’s reaction to this potential super-team, nodding his head approvingly at all the wild cheers. Stepping up to the Lad, he gives the US Championship one last scant look, then fixes the man with a broad smile as he takes his hand, and shakes it firmly as the fans blow the roof off the arena. Even the announcing team seem to be struggling to make themselves heard.
Aiello: I can’t believe what I’m seeing here, Steve! Past and Present, coming together with a shared goal to form one hell of a formidable team!
Bennett: You got that right, Joe! Whilst most people are quick to dismiss the Captain’s old age, it seems Lad at least seems a tenacious tag-team in the making! You gotta think, with his speed and agility, and the Captain’s unstoppable force and brute strength, they have all the bases covered to become a dominant team in no time!
“Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh…”
This intro confuses and riles up the crowd almost all at once, as “Da Da Da” plays throughout the arena…and out steps the BRAWL General Manager himself, Jim Connors, with a smirk on his face and a microphone in his hand.
Aiello: Oh boy, this is…interesting.
Bennett: Guess ol’ Jimbo’s got some news for this dream team.
Connors: I do love me a good tag team, fellas. Lest we forget, I came up with Tag Team Appreciation Night back in 2019…
Aiello: Ugh, don’t remind us…!
Bennett: Was the Lad even alive back then?
Those that remember the night start booing, clearly a decision not as well-received as Connors would hope for as he presses on.
Connors: …but don’t mind me, I’m not out here to address that right now. What I do want to address is Hardcore Revolution.
The mood quickly changes as the crowd cheer, if only out of anticipation for what the GM is out here to announce.
Connors: Lad, I appreciate your gumption. I do believe you deserve to be a fighting champion…which is why I’m keeping my eyes peeled on what happens next week in Stockholm, when you defend the EWC Television Championship against The Mercenary. See, one thing that’s been made clear to me by the Board of Directors is that should you retain, the title will be vacated…in which case, I will appreciate your honor in presenting the title to the new champion.
This gets something of a mixed reaction, boos from Lad’s fans who are not looking forward to that potential outcome but cheers from those looking forward to what could happen. In any event, Connors continues.
Connors: That match will be made known by the end of the night, but for now I thank you in advance for your understanding.
That last bit comes with something of a wicked grin, much to Lad’s disapproval, before Jim turns his attention to Darkwater, who regards him with the usual cold indifference and mirthless smile.
Connors: As for you, Cap’n…our upcoming pay-per-view IS called Hardcore Revolution…and you are the EWC Hardcore Champion. After what went down at PRIME At Sea, I had a nice long chat with PRIME General Manager Jordan Sharpe to figure out our next steps…and we have agreed that the ruling stands, with both Narumi Tsutsumi and Dalilah Ashe being number one contenders. I think you know where I’m going with this, Morgan…
Darkwater: Captain… but aye, I’m familiar with how that match went. I were there, after all… or do ye not watch th’ competition, Connors?
He’s clearly trying to get a reaction from the General Manager, who tries to brush past the jab.
Connors: Well, yes…but dammit, I have a job to do. So, for the sake of transparency, I am letting you know that you WILL be defending the EWC Hardcore Championship against Narumi and Dalilah in what I affectionately call 3 The Hardcore Way…a triple threat where weapons are not only allowed, they’re encouraged!
The Captain seems to consider this for a moment, tapping his chin pensively as if weighing it up in his mind, before finally speaking.
Darkwater: Encouraged, ye say… an’ there didn’t seem t’be any outcry or ramifications fer that ZERO usin’ his gnarly hooked chain… so I wonder…
His free hand slowly drifted down to the hilt of his sword, Black Betsy, as a devilish smile spread across his lips and he fixed Connors with a piercing gaze.
Darkwater: Ye remember what happened th’ last time someone didn’t think I had what it took t’be Hardcore Champion, don’t ye Connors? What I did to those who would deny th’ Captain his gold an’ glory… an’ ye want to tell him, weapons are encouraged?
Jim visibly shudders, then reaches up to idly nurse his neck.
Connors: I said what I said, Cap’n...
The devilish smile on the Captain’s face truly sets in as he nods in approval.
Darkwater: Long as I have that on official record… fine, that petulant Princess wants th’ Captain’s Hardcore title so badly? Looks like she finally gets her shot, an’ good fer her! Though I have to wonder how she feels ‘bout havin’ her big moment marred by havin’ Ashe included in this all. Not that I be disregardin’ th’ Grateful Dead Girl, or whate’er she calls herself – both be welcome to come at Captain Darkwater, all guns blazin’, because th’ Beast of Brawl is goin’ into Hardcore Revolution with one goal in mind, an’ one goal only: to destroy anyone ye or th’ other staff throw in that ring against him, with e’ery weapon an’ means at his disposal, to put on a bloody spectacle that will live on in infamy, an’ walk out STILL Hardcore Champion!
He pulls the Hardcore Championship from his shoulder, and holds it aloft to the roaring cheers of his fans. Chest heaving, the Captain seems to hit a mental stumbling block, his eyes rolling upwards as he recalls what he just said.
Darkwater: Okay, so that were technically three goals – but ye know what I meant! Continue stackin’ th’ odds, Connors, fer both these titles… th’ Captain will keep demolishin’ e’erything ye throw his way! Now, in th’ words of one of my upcomin’ opponents: Get out of my ring.
The cheers pick up once more as he stares down the Brawl General Manager, who looks like he’s about to argue, like he has more important news to say, but to his surprise it’s not the Captain who steps up… but the Lad.
Morales: I believe the Captain kindly asked you to leave. Come on, I’ll show you out…
The Captain suddenly reaches out to grab his shoulder, causing the Lad to turn his head curiously as the large man shakes his head.
Darkwater: Nay… ye can stay, Lad. On yer way now, Connors.
Jim looks to the two men with a look of confusion and concern, as if only now starting to realise what a powerful, and possibly troublemaking team the Captain and the Lad are going to be. But he knows better than to argue, and just purses his lips as he nods reluctantly, backing out through the ropes. In the ring, the two men talk amongst themselves as “The Sunkn’ Norwegian” hits the sound system again, and the Captain takes his Hardcore championship from his shoulder and holds it to the Lad’s leg, before stepping back to let Morales hold the US title to his waist, both men having a good laugh as they picture what they could soon look like with a third title in their joint possession, and we fade to an advertisement for EWCTV…
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We return backstage where Bob Murray standby with the Lucha-Legend, Ozzy Gray, aka La Cabre Verde. Ozzy is dressed casually in cargo shorts, a baggy tank-top and a lime-green jarrito in-hand.
Bob Murray: Welcome back to Brawl, I’m Bob Murray and I’m here with Rampage’s hottest free-agent signing since Darius, La Cabre Verde himself! Ozzy Gray! First young man, I want to welcome you to the EWC. After an exciting win against Yaya Banana on Gambit; what’s next for you?
Ozzy gives Bob a cool smile, he takes a sip from his drink before speaking casually into Bob’s microphone.
Ozzy Gray: It’s only been a short amount of time, but everyone backstage has gone out of their way to make me feel like home, brah. But I already know that there’s a whole different kind of welcoming committee waiting for me in the ring for my Rampage debut. With talent like the Mercenary, Vin Havoc, and Jason Anderson? I’ll have my work cut out for me brah. Especially in the BORT.
Murray’s brow raises as he inquires.
Bob Murray: Do you have an inside scoop on what’s happening on Rampage? The BORT is an EWC staple, and definitely the fastest way for someone like you to make their mark in the EWC.
Ozzy scoffs and pulls Bob towards his side and says happily.
Ozzy Gray: Oh brah you didn’t hear this from me, but during our contract talks, Big Grizz told me that this year? The BORT is gonn–
Ozzy’s mood tanks almost immediately. The smile on Ozzy’s face drops, the camera pans to the right and reveals Alastor Gray. The manager of the House, and of course, the father of one Ozzy Gray.
Alastor Gray: Ozymandias, my oldest son. I’m glad to see that you’re getting yourself– comfortable… It’s been too long since we’ve gotten to catch up. I see you’ve earned yourself an EWC contract… Congratulations.
Ozzy pauses and straightens himself up.
Ozzy Gray: Can we take 5, Bill?
Bob Murray: It’s Bob–
The correction doesn’t matter to Ozzy. He’s already turned his attention and his body to face his father.
Ozzy Gray: Yeah… thanks pops.
Ozzy keeps his cool, but shows some uncomfortability and awkwardness in the exchange. Alastor unclasps his hands from behind his back and offers a hand.
Alastor Gray: I know we left on the wrong foot, but since we’re coworkers now, I think it’s only appropriate if we catch up. I would love to hear about your escapades in Mexico. I don’t think my calls were getting through internationally.
Ozzy looks at the hand for a moment but doesn’t take it.
Ozzy Gray: Hey uh– that’s cool pops. Let me uh– check with my agent and they’ll get back to you. I gotta go.
Ozzy starts to walk past Alastor, but Alastor places a firm hand on Ozzy’s shoulder. He looms over Ozzy, whose expression finally turns slightly fearful.
Alastor Gray: I’m sure your… agent will understand that you need some time to catch up with your family. Come on, let’s go out for dinner. It’ll be on me.
Ozzy hesitates and looks up at the imposing figure, but takes a step back to remove Alastor’s arm on his shoulder.
Ozzy Gray: Sorry pops, you know how it is. I got so many different appointments, I’m afraid that if I don’t check in with my agent, I’ll end up making a sponsor upset. You get how it is, right?
Alastor stares at Ozzy for a moment, almost uncomfortably long, before a smile begins to creep across his face.
Alastor Gray: Of course. But… don’t be a stranger, alright?
Ozzy nods, gives a bit of an awkward smile back, and walks off. Alastor’s smile immediately drops and he just stares coldly at Ozzy before shoving past Bob in the other direction. Bob shudders as we cut away.
UNDER AUTUMN SKY(E)S...IN SUMMER!
SINGLES MATCH
Autumn Raven
VS Chelsea Skye
SINGLES MATCH
Autumn Raven
VS Chelsea Skye
We return to ringside where the crowd is ready for our first match of the night!
Aiello: Things have already started heating up tonight as we gear up for an early preview of Hardcore Revolution, as RAMPAGE's returning Autumn Raven takes on BRAWL's Chelsea Skye!
Stroup: The following match is set for one fall! Joining us first, from Chicago,Illinois and weighing in at 123 pounds... CHELSEA SKYE!
The Opening riff to "Reborn Through Failure" hits the speakers and Chelsea comes out ready for action, she makes her entrance and poses for the crowd once she's in the ring
Stroup: And the opponent, residing in the City of Angels, weighing 125 pounds, she is the Beautiful Psychopath... AUTUMN RAVEN!
The tron plays a scene of the hollywood walk of fame going by slowly, the shadow of a raven seen over each and every star that’s there. As you hear the lyrics ‘Your stars burned out for good, somewhere in Hollywood’, the shadow flies into the one star without a name, writing out Autumn’s name on it, the star turning to a dingy, grungy picture with graffiti written all over it.
As the first part of the song starts up, Autumn appears from backstage, slowly walking out, coming to a stop at the top of the ramp as she surveys the crowd with a cold smirk on her face. She stands there for a minute before making her way down the ramp slowly, walking once around the ring before sliding under the bottom rope and hopping to her feet, making her way to the corner to climb to the top ringpost. She flings her arms out to the side, laughing at the crowd.
DING DING DING
Chelsea runs at Autumn who pops her into the air driving Chelsea down with a flapjack. Chelsea gets to her feet but Autumn grabs her hitting a swinging neckbreaker. Autumn pulls Chelsea to her feet and jumps hitting a shiranui. Autumn crawls into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Chelsea lifts a shoulder from the mat breaking the count. Autumn positions Chelsea for a piledriver but Chelsea counters with a backdrop. Chelsea runs and leaps hitting Autumn with a flying clothesline. She keeps running hitting a spear. Autumn gets to her knees where Chelsea cracks her with a superkick. Autumn drops to the mat where Chelsea makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Autumn pushes Chelsea off her to break the count.
Aiello: I thought that was it after that superkick!
Bennett: Autumn Raven dropped like a stone after that but somehow she still managed to kick out!
Chelsea rolls to the apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Chelsea leaps and crashes down on Autumn with Down From The Skye. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Autumn rolls to her side breaking the count. Chelsea rolls to the apron and springs into the ring for an Angel’s Reckoning. Autumn ducks and Chelsea connects with nothing. Autumn runs at Chelsea and slides into Bad Luck driving Chelsea down. Autumn rolls Chelsea over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
This time Chelsea rolls to her side breaking the count.
Aiello: I don’t know how she was conscious enough to kick out of that!
Bennett: I don’t know how Chelsea didn’t break her nose after that! Maybe she did.
Autumn fires a Claw Of The Night at Chelsea but Chelsea counters with a forearm smash to the jaw that knocks Autumn down. Chelsea pulls herself to the top rope. Chelsea leaps connecting with Skyes The Limit. She hooks the leg. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall CHELSEA SKYE!
Chelsea slaps hands with the fans as she heads up the ramp.
Aiello: Chelsea Sky with her head in the clouds after that victory here on Brawl!
Bennett: Autumn Raven came an eyelash from the win here tonight! The Claw Of The Night or even the Bad Luck could easily have picked up the win on another night and that night is coming soon for Autumn Raven.
Aiello: Very true Steve, and with that in mind we get ready for a triple threat match with no holds barred between Narumi Tsutsumi, Caleb Scott, and Dr. Valerie Velasco! What a match that will b--
The arena lights dim as "Futureproof" by Nothing but Thieves blares through the speakers. A spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp, and Amis Shelton strides out with a cold, determined expression paying no mind to Autumn Raven heading to the back. The audience responds with a chorus of boos, but Amis seems unfazed as he makes his way to the ring, microphone in hand.
Standing in the centre of the ring, Amis waits for the crowd to quiet down before raising the microphone to his lips. The crowd's boos intensify.
Amis Shelton: Hey, Hong Kong! Shut your mouths and open your ears because the Real Fuckin’ Deal is about to drop some truth bombs.
He shakes his head as the crowd boos louder, not bothered by their disdain.
Amis Shelton: Oh, you don't like that? Too bad. Your opinions mean about as much to me as the rest of the BRAWL roster… which is absolutely nothing.
The crowd's boos grow even louder. Amis raises his hand, mocking them to quiet down.
Amis Shelton: First off, let's address the elephant in the room and talk about Captain Morgan Darkwater. Yeah, you beat me, Captain, congrats. You had your little moment in the sun. But let’s be real here, getting your knees up in time… that was a fluke, nothing more than Lady Luck herself smiling upon a broken old man. Enjoy it while you can, because the clock is ticking, and your time as Heritage Champion is coming to an end sooner rather than later.
He paces the ring, his eyes burning with intensity. The crowd starts a "Darkwater" chant, but Amis cuts them off.
Amis Shelton: Shut the hell up! This isn't about your precious Captain. No, this is about the sad state of BRAWL and Rampage. Three championships between both shows, Two of which are held by Darkwater. Meanwhile, Paramount's got five, including the Undisputed Championship. We’re supposed to be the flagship shows right? What a joke.
He points to the audience, his voice dripping with contempt.
Amis Shelton: And you morons sit there and cheer for this mediocrity. You cheer for the likes of Melinda Rhodes, Caleb Scott, Chelsea Skye, Vin Havoc and The Mercenary. But what have they done? What have they really achieved? They are just placeholders on the card, filling time until someone like Amis Shelton shows up and raises the bar.
The crowd boos louder, and some start chanting "You suck!" Amis responds with a mocking smile.
Amis Shelton: Oh, I suck? Really? That’s rich coming from a bunch of people who paid to see me tonight.
Amis steps closer to the ropes, leaning over them as he addresses the camera again.
Amis Shelton: I'm done with this sinking ship mentality. The Monday Night BRAWL that couldn’t wait to sign me up from FSW back in 2017 was full to the fuckin’ brim with world class talent. The Friday Night Rampage that I walked into to challenge for the Undisputed Championship was one of the most intense locker rooms I’ve ever stepped foot in. Griffith Hawkins, Jack Tillman, Eddie Crank, Luke Wolfe, Ace King and a bucket load of other names that we’re not allowed to talk about anymore. But one thing remained true. The EWC Undisputed Championship was a mainstay on Monday Nights, if people from the other brands wanted a shot they had to come over to our territory and believe me they got sent packing just as fast as they arrived. If those names that I just mentioned were in the crowd with the rest of you idiots then they’d be disgusted at how much of a shitshow this place has become.
He straightens up, his expression shifting to one of cold calculation. The crowd's boos continue, and Amis raises his voice to be heard over them.
Amis Shelton: And that brings me to Gabrielle Visconty. Gabi, I watched your little interview with Ariel Helwani. I heard all the shit you had to say on your little jet too. You think you can waltz back into BRAWL and take me down? You think you can use me as your stepping stone? Let me make this perfectly clear.
Amis pauses, letting his words sink in. The crowd quiets slightly, eager to hear what he has to say.
Amis Shelton: You are nothing but a delusional circus act. Sure, you've held titles. But you're stepping into the ring with the Immortal Legend. You’re stepping into the ring with someone who doesn’t just talk the talk but walks the walk. And later on tonight, I'm going to make sure you regret ever signing that BRAWL contract.
He smirks, shaking his head.
Amis Shelton: You talk about proving yourself, Gabi. But all I see is a gymnast who’s already peaked in life, trying to relive her glory days. You’re not fast enough, not strong enough, and sure as hell not smart enough to beat me. When I ground you, when I make sure you can’t take to the skies, you’ll be left with nothing but desperation.
The crowd boos louder, some chanting "Gabi! Gabi!" Amis responds with a sneer.
Amis Shelton: Keep chanting her name, it won’t save her from what’s coming.
Amis steps back to the centre of the ring, raising his arms.
Amis Shelton: So, BRAWL, Paramount, EWC, take a good look. Because after I destroy Gabrielle Visconty, there will be no doubt who the Real Fuckin’ Deal is. I’m going to tear through the roster like a hurricane, and no one. NO ONE is going to stop me.
The crowd's boos reach a crescendo, but Amis remains unfazed, feeding off their hostility until the camera eventually switches to a commercial break.
The camera cuts backstage and inside the waiting room holding Xavier Reid and the 3pAC. Xavier is pacing around as Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny toy with their crowbars. Deimos looks up at Xavier and shakes his head…
Deimos: We should have taken them…we didn’t come here to wait around on Connors…
‘Little’ Danny nods in agreement…
Danny: JoJo didn’t wait on Chris Brock…no, he took action and attacked Bunny and we should do the same…
Deimos: I say, we break out of here and start ‘questioning’ people until they give up JoJo and then…
Danny: We beat the ever loving shit out of him…
The two 3pAC members look up at Xavier who is still pacing back and forth…he stops and looks at them…
Reid: I told you both I didn’t need you coming along with me and I don’t need your thoughts and ideas on this matter…he didn’t come down during your match with FBG…he waited until my match, his fight isn’t with the 3pAC it’s with me…so, you two can either sit here and wait or…
Xavier points to the door…
Reid: You can head out…makes no difference to me…
But Deimos shakes his head…
Deimos: He may have waited for your match but she’s our manager to…
Danny: Yeah, this isn’t just about you getting payback for her…it’s about US doing it, as a team…
But before Xavier can respond there is a knock at the door. The three men look, hoping it’s Jim Connors but as the door opens it’s the head of Buddy Love that looks in…
Love: Hello all…it’s nice to see you all here on Brawl, sort of a nice change of pace from Wednesday night huh…
Xavier looks at Buddy as he opens the door a fit further and walks in…
Love: I think it’s great of you three showing up here tonight to defend my sister’s honor…I know it meant a lot to me when my ‘buddies’ did the same when Cosmo and his crew beat me up but I have to say storming the building like that wasn’t the best way of doing it…
Deimos: Yeah fat boy, you think you had a better idea…
Buddy looks at himself in the mirror and sucks in his gut…
Love: As a matter of fact I do…or did but it’s all in past tense now since you have been caught…see you three are all hot and bothered, being fueled on by emotion…it’s what JoJo wanted and frankly expected…as did Connors, you saw all the security that is around JoJo, you weren’t going to get to him by storming the building with baseball bats and crowbars. We need to be smarter moving forward about this. The House are cold and calculating and we need to start being that. You three stormed the gates looking for a fight when I was already here and we could have snuck you in without notice…Trojan Horse style…
Xavier’s eyes narrow as he looks at a smiling Buddy…
Reid: WE…
Buddy smiles as he looks at the door where Gabi Visconty is standing with a twisted little smile on her face…Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny look ready to make a move but Xavier holds out a hand holding them back…he looks at her for a moment and nods…
Gabi: Yeah, WE. Guys, Bunny didn't deserve what JoJo did to her and Buddy didn't deserve what happened to him. We do need to work together. Xavier, you and I have had nothing but bad blood between us for the better part of 5 years. While I don't expect you to send me a Christmas card this year, The House is targeting the Love family, and we all are managed by Love's. Like it or not, we need to settle our differences, or this bullshit will keep happening if we don't start working together. Xavier, I know you want blood... Ito as well. We all do. We need to be able to count on each other, know we have someone watching our backs.
Buddy nods to Gabi and then looks to Xavier and 3pAC with a questioning look on his face.
Gabi: I'm standing here and offering an olive branch. You guys have something to say, let's air it out.
Xavier looks at her as Deimos and ‘Little’ Danny step up and flank both sides of the Undisputed Champion as the camera fades out…
INCITING VIOLENCE!
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH, NO HOLDS BARRED
Narumi Tsutsumi
VS Caleb Scott
VS Dr. Valerie Velasco
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH, NO HOLDS BARRED
Narumi Tsutsumi
VS Caleb Scott
VS Dr. Valerie Velasco
We return to ringside a variety of weapons are set-up for a Triple-Threat match!
Aiello: This hardcore Triple-Threat match is going to be a barn-burner Steve! We are getting the Television debut of the Mad Medicia, Valerie Velasco. Brawl’s own Caleb Scott made a big statement win in a hardcore elimination match last week against Chelsea Skye and Emiko Okita. A win here tonight would put the Granite City Sadist right back into Hardcore Title contention. Speaking of contenders, the Number One contender for Darkwater’s Hardcore title, Narumi Tsutsumi is looking to keep her momentum and make a statement to the Heritage and Hardcore Champion Morgan Darkwater, and The Creature, Dalilah Ashe before their Triple-Threat match-up at Hardcore Revolution!
Bennett: You said it, Joe! Of course… joining us for this match on guest commentary is the Light of Monday Nights, JoJo Rush himself.
Rush: It’s a pleasure to be here with you, brother Joe and even you, brother Steve.
Bennett: Don’t call me that.
JoJo: Whatever you want, brother.
Stroup: Introducing first, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Shinjuku Japan.......she is The Grade Two Yokai……..NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!!!
The arena goes dark with colourful decals appear on the video entrance as ‘Icon’ by Twice plays while the silhouette of a magical girl transformation occurs behind a dropped curtain. Narumi then bursts out of the curtain in a slightly muddy stained green chibi oni printed boiler suit and her kanabo called Yorujubo in her right hand. Narumi flashes a thrilling, almost devious, smirk as she points the yokai club towards the ring and slowly slinks down the ramp. She leaves her club on the steps after giving a little prayer/whisper at the club and she enters the ring and slowly lifts her hand up to the air and makes whatever grade number of yokai she is with her finger(s) and then points her number hand at the ramp or opponent.
Stroup: Introducing next, from Savannah Georgia, weighing in at 185 pounds, she is the Mad Médica! ... DR. VALERIE VELASCO!!!!
Pillars of fire burst from the stage floor, the lights flash and strobe in rhythm with the beat. Valerie emerges from the flames and twirls with her arms out wide to a booing crowd.
Stroup: and, from St. Cloud, Minnesota, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the Granite City Sadist! ... CALEB SCOTT!!!!!!!
the lights shut off, flooding the crowd in darkness as the tension begins to rise.
“Are you buried alive!?!”
The screaming vocals tear through the venue with white lights flickering to the beat. A spotlight shines from above the ring to the stage, revealing Caleb Scott in his leather jacket with a hood pulled over his head. He takes a brief look around at the crowd before walking down the ramp as the white lights continue to flicker. Caleb walks up the steps and enters the ring. Standing in the middle of the ring, Caleb slowly begins to raise his arms to the side.
“I can’t stop, my path is set.”
The tension builds as he brings his hands up, and grips onto his hood.
“All I know is violence!”
Caleb throws his hood back and extends his arms to the side.
DING DING DING
With all three competitors in the ring, Narumi raises her pink kendo stick in an opening stance. Caleb simply twirls his chain-wrapped bat and eyes both Narumi and Valerie. Velasco meanwhile has no weapon, but mirrors Narumi and opens up a stance with her hands holding an invisible kendo stick. The display confuses Narumi and Caleb, who look at each other in disbelief at the crazy woman. Both the Onihime and the Sadist step in to swing on a defenseless Valerie, but she flips herself up and over the top rope to powder out of the ring. Narumi and Caleb strike the top rope. Valerie mockingly laughs at the two before strutting away to find herself a weapon. Narumi frustratingly swears to herself in Japanese. Meanwhile, Caleb swears loudly in English and swings at Narumi’s head. Narumi ducks the strike and parries with a sickening strike to Caleb’s back with her kendo stick! The strike staggers Caleb to the nearby turnbuckle. The Onihime wastes no time and continues laying out strike after strike onto the Sadist who is clenching his jaw shut as to prevent himself from giving Narumi the satisfaction of his pained screams.
Aiello: While Valerie is enjoying her sweet time looking for a weapon, Caleb is paying for that attempted cheap shot at Narumi!
Bennett: I’d do the same thing if some sonofabitch tried to get one over on me too! But this isn’t Caleb’s first rodeo! He’s taking his licks like a man!
Rush: Sister Narumi is showin’ folks the kinda aggression you need to be a Hardcore Champion while Brother Caleb is showin’ that vintage grip of his that Ah saw in WrestleFest!
Narumi shows way more than just aggression. Instead, Narumi lowers her aim and snaps the kendo stick against the back of Caleb’s leg, causing him to drop to a knee! Narumi takes the broken handle and rakes it across Caleb’s forehead with slow, jagged pulls. The excruciating pain causes Caleb to scream and desperately pull at Narumi’s wrists. Blood quickly pours from Caleb’s fresh headwound and down his painted face. Caleb finally pushes Narumi off of him, she rolls to her feet and ducks a clothesline from Caleb, but she isn’t as lucky a second time when Caleb recoils off the ropes and hits her flush with a spear! Caleb pops to his feet and drags Narumi into position for a fisherman suplex! Wait! Caleb gets Narumi up but Narumi springs from the hold onto her feet! Narumi takes a spin to wind up her roaring elbow! The Master Sword! Wait! Caleb counters by catching Narumi and hitting her flush with a Urnage! Grim Death! Caleb goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Thr–*BANG* VALERIE SAVES THE MATCH WITH A SHOT TO THE HEAD WITH A HEAVY BAG!
Aiello: Are cheap shots a part of the House Gym experience or do you have to pay extra for that?
Bennett: Saving a match is saving a match Joe.
Rush: Not only did Sister Valerie save the match, she’s in the driver’s seat now!
Valerie drops the chair and leaves it on the ring apron. She pulls out a table from under the ring and slides it into the ring. Much to the celebration of the Hong Kong faithful. While Valerie slides into the ring to prop up the table, and with a cackle, she opens the bag and pours tacks onto the table! The crowd couldn’t be happier and cheer for the mad-woman. Valerie drags Caleb in position and lifts him up for an elevated liger bomb onto the table! WAIT! NARUMI HITS VALERIE RIGHT IN THE FACE WITH A PALM STRIKE! ONIGOKKO! Valerie drops Caleb who lands on his feet behind Valerie. The strike twists Valerie toward Caleb, who quickly steps in and pops Valerie flush with a straight punch to her jaw. The strike staggers the powerhouse back toward Narumi who catches Valerie flush with a roaring Elbow! The Master Sword connects! Valerie falls toward Caleb, but the Sadist being ever the gentleman catches Valerie and drives her straight through the tack covered table with a Uranage! Grim Death! The table explodes, tacks fly every which direction, with most of them caking Valerie’s entire back, arms, legs, and even the back of her neck with tacks. Velasco would’ve been knocked out by those strikes, but the intense shooting pain of a hundred or so tacks in her body kept her awake, and howling in pain! “HOLY SHIT” chants break out through Hong Kong! Valerie rolls out of the ring by instinct to roll around the ring floor in pain.
Bennett: Scott ain’t here to mess around! Valerie tried setting up the table and the Sadist made her eat it!
Aiello: If I’m Narumi, I’m making quick work of Caleb and pin a very vulnerable Valerie! It’s a disgusting mess in that ring of blood, broken wood, and tacks!
Rush: The Lord giveth and the Lord certainly Taketh! Get back in the fight Sister Val!
Caleb slumps back to a nearby corner to get a breath and wipe the disgusting mix of blood and face-paint out of his eyes. When he does? *WHAM* Narumi cracks Caleb over the head flush with the other weapon the Shinijoshi leader brought to the match! Yorujubo! The strike knocks Caleb out cold and he lays out slump in the corner from the strike! Narumi drops the club, frantically pulls on Caleb’s wrist and executes a picture-perfect Eat Defeat on Caleb! Paymon! The move lands Narumi into some tacks, but Caleb takes the brunt of whatever tacks were left.
Aiello: Pin him Narumi!
Bennett: What the hell is she doin!? She’s getting to her feet with that bigass club!
Rush: She’s doin’ what needs to be done! That’s why she’s taking home the big saw blade belt at Hardcore Revolution!
After much hesitation, Narumi doesn’t go for the pin. Not yet. She wants to make a statement and climbs to her feet and slowly drags Yorujubo from the ground and back to resting on her shoulder. She looks down at a defenseless Caleb. Bloodied, unconscious, and the perfect target to make an example out of. The crowd gasp and watch in shake. The cheers for Narumi’s victory turns to bated breath and even jeers from the crowd, begging Narumi to just pin Caleb. Narumi looks down at Caleb stoically. Narumi lowers her head and raises the club up and over her head! She’s going to retire Caleb for good! Wait! Valerie slides back into the ring behind Narumi and lifts her up and over into an Inverted Gory Special! With no time or energy to waste, Valerie forgoes torturing Narumi with the Gory Death and quickly drops her headfirst with an Inverted Gory Driver! She lays herself out flat over Narumi and hooks a leg!
One…
Two…
Three!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall, the Mad Médica... DR. VALERIE VELASCO!!!!!!
Officials hurry in to check on the status of all competitors. Valerie sits up and straightens her back and laughs at the amount of pain she’s presently feeling. JoJo leaves the commentary team to celebrate with the doctor and help her back up to her feet. With the assistance of the medical team, Narumi and Caleb come too. With the highlights playing on the EXT, Caleb sees Narumi hesitating on that final shot. While getting dragged away on a stretcher, Caleb looks over to Narumi and gives the Onihime a knowing smirk. The Prime superstar bangs on the mat in frustration but gathers herself and walks to the backstage with the help of the medical team.
Aiello: What an unbelievable match and what a surprise win from our new Luchadora, Dr. Valerie Velasco! A massive statement win for the House’s personal doctor!
Bennett: These three promised blood and that’s exactly what they gave! Caleb took some intense punishment and almost found himself at the receiving end of that bigass, spiked club Narumi had! But Valerie’s resourcefulness allowed her to capitalize!
Aiello: JoJo has finally left us here at commentary, and that gives me a great deal of relief because--wait a minute...
AMEN!
Bennett: I’m not the least bit surprised that sonofabitch JoJo Rush hasn’t changed one bit. His own damn Housemate, Cosmo Goldworthy was seconds away from winning the Undisputed championship from Xavier Reid, but JoJo’s attack on Bunny Love distracted Cosmo long enough for an unsuspecting Xavier Reid to take him to dick-punch city.
Aiello: It looks like Connors is taking precautions and has security following JoJo everywhere he goes tonight! I heard the Mounties had to arrest around a 100 people in the riot that broke out in Saskatchewan!
Tailing behind Rush is security and even law enforcement keeping a safe distance from JoJo. Rush enters the ring and the authority figures circle and stand outside of the ring.
JoJo Rush: Ah know that Ah might be in high-spirits, but my brothers in sisters in Hong Kong, let me assure you; Ah’m as every bit as upset with the tragedy in Saskatchewan. Ah’ll explain myself once y’all simmer down.
The crowd does not simmer down, in fact only boo louder. A Bunny Love fan in the front row throws their popcorn at JoJo. Rush sits himself on the turnbuckles on the top-left side of the ring and looks out to the sold-out crowd. Rush sits back straight and smiles toward the crowd.
JoJo Rush: Truth is? Truth is Ah never wanted to hurt Bunny Love, and Ah didn’t want to get in the way of Cosmo’s match against Reid. And while Bunny talks a whole-lot but she didn’t deserve to suffer for Reid’s incompetence. The way she screamed when Ah started liftin’ her up high for a Midnight Driver? It’ll haunt me for a long long time. But– you see– Ah warned Reid– Ah warned everybody that the storm was approaching. For years– years! Ah warned Reid that Ah was comin’ to take everything.
JoJo slouches and looks down to a camera closing up on the Light of Monday Nights.
JoJo Rush: But Reid should rejoice– We have something in common now. We both know what it feels like to watch someone hurt the people you love. The people you swore you’d always protect. When it happened to me? When Ah had to watch men that weren't me carryin' away my wife on a stretcher? It broke me. It brought me so much- rage.
JoJo’s face tightens up in a snarl for only a moment before Rush turns the frown upside down and into a disconcerting smile.
JoJo Rush: But Ah'd do it again. Ah don't regret my actions. See- you needed me to hurt Bunny. You're still not strong enough to carry the weight on your shoulders.
Rush’s joyous tone lowers and turns darker.
JoJo Rush: You needed to remember that Ah'm always capable of reaching into your heart n' rippin' it out.
JoJo looks over to his hand holding a heart made of air. Then back to the camera.
JoJo Rush: You see, Ah wanted to give you gifts. Gifts to make you strong, but since you rejected my gifts, Ah have to take instead- and Ah’m running out of things to take, Xavier. The only thing left that Ah want from you is the weight on your shoulder. Ah want to be the Undisputed Champion!
The Light of Monday Nights hops off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes closest to the ramp and continues to taunt and agitate.
JoJo Rush: And Ah won’t stop taking from you until Ah have the championship! Ah might not be able to get rid of you, Reid. But Ah can get rid of your family. Ah can get rid of your kin. Ah can feel your rage, Ah can feel your hatred. Come down to this ring and make things right so that you can lay down and look up to the LIGHT of Monday NIGHTS! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY TO PROTECT YOUR FAMILY FROM THE STORM!
Rush lowers the mic and continues leaning against the ropes to shout and beckon for Xavier Reid to come out to the ring. “REID’S GONNA KILL YOU” chants break out in the Hong Kong crowd. They’re desperate to see a Pier-Six brawl. “Da da da da” plays through the PA, the Brawl General Manager steps onto the stage. The crowd looking for blood boos the General Manager. Jim takes it in stride and with a microphone addresses JoJo.
Jim Connors: I’m sorry JoJo, but I’m not going to let the House and the Love Club anywhere near each other tonight. I won’t let what happened in Canada happen here in the beautiful city of Hong Kong.
The crowd boo Jim Connors, Rush focuses his attention on Connors.
Jim Connors: I know the fans may not appreciate the hard work it takes to keep a wrestling show on track, but for your benefit, the benefit of the fans here in Hong Kong and the millions of fans that watch at home, but tonight I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you and your compatriots in the House away from the Love Club and vice-versa…
The crowd cheered at the announcement. Rush appears unphased but receptive to the proposal. JoJo tries to speak but Connors cuts him off at the head.
Jim Connors: I didn’t just fall out of the coconut tree as the kids would say, and while you might think you and Reid don’t have a lot in common, I know you’re both not unreasonable.
JoJo laughs to himself in disbelief, but lets the injustice of being cut off slide. Jim smiles then takes a step forward to the top of the rampway.
JoJo Rush: Well get on with it then, brother Connors. Ah’m listenin’.
Jim Connors: The EWC Undisputed Champion agreed to a parlay in return for the stipulation to be named for this bout...a stipulation quite fitting for two men who never want to give it up...an I Quit match!
The crowd cheers at the proposal. JoJo steps back to think on the proposal. Rush raises up the mic to speak but pauses, then drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. JoJo cuts through security and casually walks up to Jim. Security follows close behind. JoJo gets in arm’s reach of Jimbo and stares him down with a cold glare. The glare sends a bead of sweat down Jim’s brow, the security postured and ready to react.
Bennett: What’s that freak thinking? This is the easiest offer to take in the world.
After much pause. JoJo opens up his arms wide to embrace Connors.
JoJo Rush: Ah accept! Put’er there Brother Connors!
Shouts JoJo into Jim’s mic before he reaches in and seals the deal by picking Connors up in a tight bear hug that squeezes the air out of Connors. The crowd celebrates before cuing JoJo’s music on the PA.
Aiello: It’s official! The EWC Undisputed Champion is going to defend his title at Hardcore Revolution against the Light of Monday Nights in an I Quit Match!
Bennett: I hate how that sonofabitch earned his shot, but Rush did in fact, earn it. I hope Xavier Reid stomps a mudhole in JoJo Rush so bad, he hollers “I Quit!”
Aiello: Reid is a stubborn man, but so is JoJo Rush. I think JoJo needs to be humbled as much as the next guy, but I can count on one hand how many times JoJo’s ever tapped in his career, but we need to go to a word from our sponsors. We have a great show for y’all tonight, don’t go anywhere!
We move to a commercial break.
We cut backstage, where Jim Connors is chatting it up with his assistant GM, Timothy Kahrs.
Connors: Well, you saw what happened just moments ago. Big win for Dr. Valerie Velasco, but Caleb Scott certainly gave it his all didn't he?
Kahrs nods as Jim continues.
Connors: Caleb's determination is admirable...you know who else is determined as all get out? The man who won the NextGen Championship amidst some controversy, and is looking to vent some frustrations.
Kahrs: ZERO?
Jim nods with a smirk.
Connors: The very same.
Tim makes note of this in a notebook, before he's stopped by the BRAWL General Manager.
Connors: Oh, and if the EWC Television Championship gets vacated following PARAMOUNT 47? This will be the match for that title. Gotta make sure a new champ is crowned regardless of how things go down in Stockholm, after all.
The crowd pops for the news as we cut away!
THERE'S SOMETHING AMIS ABOUT GABI!
SINGLES MATCH
Amis Shelton
VS Gabrielle Visconty
SINGLES MATCH
Amis Shelton
VS Gabrielle Visconty
We return to ringside where fans are ready for our next match!
Aiello: A wild announcement from Jim Connors confirming another match for Hardcore Revolution, as we gear up for a bout between former EWC International Champions as Amis Shelton takes on Gabrielle Visconty!
Bennett: Gabi Vee finally returns to BRAWL, and Amis Shelton has made it his goal to put 'er through the wringer tonight!
Stroup: The following match is set for one fall! Joining us first, from Springfield, Illinois and weighing in at 205 pounds... AMIS SHELLTON!
The arena darkens as an ominous "X" appears on the Extreme-Tron, morphing into the word "IMMORTAL." The heavy riffs of "Futureproof" blare as a golden statue of a sneering Amis Shelton is revealed. The spotlight descends to Amis himself, emerging from the shadows with a cold, determined stare. Gone is the cocky smirk, replaced by disdain. He strides down the ramp, ignoring the crowd, his focus solely on the ring.
Stroup: And the opponent, residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 120 pounds... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!
The lights in the arena explode in strobing attack on the senses. As the beat hits, Gabi Vee walks out onto the entrance ramp and grins out energetically to the crowd. She nods as she looks over the crowd before Buddy Love walks out to join her. They both start heading down the ramp and towards the ring and Gabi interacts excitedly with the fans. She gracefully hops up on the side of the ring to look back out over the crowd before she springboards over the top rope to tumble fluidly into the ring.
DING DING DING
Gabby runs at Amis who knocks her down with a shoulder block. Gabby gets back to her feet but Amis lifts her with a European uppercut. He whips her off the ropes. Gabby springs gut first against the ropes where Amis grabs her taking her over with a German Suplex. Gabby rolls to her knee but Amis cracks her with a superkick. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Gabby lifts a shoulder from the mat breaking the count. Amis lifts Gabby to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Gaby leaps and springboards off the middle rope hitting Amis with a bulldog. He gets to his feet where Gabby smacks him with a European uppercut that sends Amis staggering back. Gabby whips Amis to the corner and follows him in with a handspring back elbow. Amis clutches at his face and jaw as he stumbles from the corner. Gabby springboards off the rope and pulls Amis to the mat with a backstabber. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Amis manages to push his way free to break the count.
Aiello: Both getting in some early covers!
Bennett: It’s the early kick outs that are important. Nobody wants to loose a match at such an early stage!
Amis slowly gets to his feet. As he does, Gabby slingshots into the ring pulling Amis down with an Angelbomb. Amis springs back crashing to the mat where Gabby makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Amis rolls to his front breaking the count. Both slowly get to their feet. Amis smacks Gabby on the back with a forearm smash before lifting her up. He drives her down with You’re Fucked. He rolls her over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Gabby punches Amis in the side to break the count.
Aiello: Sometimes it doesn’t matter how you kick out only that you do.!
Bennett: That punch keeps her in the match but can Gabrielle Visconty get back into this match or is this match Amis Shelton’s for the taking!
Both get to their feet. Amis boots Gabby in the gut. He drives her down with a snap DDT. Gabby staggers to her feet where Amis scoops her up onto his shoulders. He turns to the corner and prepares to launch her to the corner with a Lawn Dart. Before he can throw her, Gabby slips off his shoulders and she pushes Amis into the corner. He staggers from the corner where Gabby leaps rolling Amis with an Angelrana. She grabs at his ankles as she makes a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall GABRIELLE VISCONTY!
Gabby rolls to the outside where the referee raises her arm in victory. She slaps hands with the fans as she heads back up the ramp.
Aiello: She took all the punishment that Amis Shelton could give out and picked her spots well that Angelrana was first class and it picked up the victory for Gabrielle Visconty here tonight!
Bennett: I second those words. Hit the Lawn Dart and this was a win for Amis Shelton. He didn’t hit it and it became a victory for Gabrielle Visconty. Great match either way.
Aiello: What a match, and we're still not done yet as we still have our main event up next!
Camera cuts to ...
We cut backstage where Bob Murray is standing by with a microphone!
Bob: Please welcome my guest at this time, new to Monday Night Brawl... Vin Havoc!
Vin Havoc steps into frame, wearing a basketball jersey and sporting a bit of a serious face.
Bob: Vin, as a Rampage roster member, how are you feeling ahead of your Brawl debut?
Vin: Well Bob, can't say I'm doing too good. It ain't Brawl's fault, but...
Vin sighs heavily.
Vin: The other day, my mom had a bad fall. She's in the hospital, and...
He wipes away a tear.
Vin: And I can't see her, because I'm here in Hong Kong, with business to settle. Momma Havoc is the toughest woman I know, so I'm sure she'll be fine, but... with her recent health scares, I can't lie and say I'm 100% focused on the match.
The Wild Thing looks sternly into the camera.
Vin: But Melinda? I'm gonna get focused. All that pain, all that anger I'm feeling right now? It's coming right at you, and Brawl will finally learn that they ain't the ones leading the Hardcore Revolution... Friday Night Rampage is. Tonight, "Rebel"... I'll send you to retirement if I have to.
Vin walks away, but ends up walking back into frame.
Vin: You guys got a different set-up here than Rampage has.
He walks the other direction and Bob just shrugs as we cut to a commercial break.
THE ROAD TO HARDCORE REVOLUTION!
SINGLES MATCH, HARDCORE RULES
Vin Havoc
VS Melinda Rhodes
SINGLES MATCH, HARDCORE RULES
Vin Havoc
VS Melinda Rhodes
We return to ringside where the ring crew is stocking the area with weapons in preparation for Hardcore Competition.
Aiello: Our last stop on the road to Hardcore Revolution is a throwback to the main event of Rampage #516, that saw The Rebel Star, representing BRAWL, take on Vin Havoc in a ladder match.
Bennett: On that night the International Champion left victorious, but it's been a long year for both these ring veterans, including a brief retirement for Rhodes and a Fighting Spirit title run for Havoc.
Aiello: Both these competitors are in very different places in their careers, but we're about to find out if the outcome of their last encounter remains the same. Let's go to the ring and Jessica Stroup with the introductions.
Stroup: The following match is an extreme stop on the road to Hardcore Revolution and will be our MAIN EVENT of the evening! Joining us first, from Rome, Georgia, weighing in at 140 pounds... She is The Original Rebel Star ...MELINDA RHODES!
#I'M BACK FROM THA DEAAAAADDDDD!!!!
The lights drop to a dim blue only to brighten to a bright red as "Back from the Dead" 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. Twirling a bright red aluminum baseball bat in her hand, 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, throwing a three fingered salute while headbanging to her music. She then turns and runs to and up the opposite turnbuckle, arms out at her sides as she shouts "HEEELLLL YYYEEAAAHHH!!!" to the fans, working them up just a little bit more. She then hops down, pulls the vest off and tosses it aside, crouching low in her corner and waiting...
Stroup: And her opponent, from Brooklyn, NYC weighing in at 240 pounds and representing Rampage... The Wild Thing ...VIN HAVOC!
The barks of the intro of 'X Gon Give It To Ya' by DMX pierce the arena, as the crowd anticipates the arrival of Vin Havoc. As soon as DMX utters the chorus, Vin comes bursting out of the back, looking pissed off and reading for a fight. He storms down to the ring.
Havoc steps to the corner of the ring and does a silent prayer while holding the cross around his neck, hoping for forgiveness on what he's about to do.
DING DING DING
Havoc drops his crucifix and turns out of the corner where The Rebel meets him with a quick one-two combo to the mouth. As she goes for a third Vin catches her hand, trapping it into his armpit. Vin rubs his split lip, spitting blood onto the canvas with a smirk. Releasing her arm, he shrugs as the two square up and begin to box. Melinda slips the jab and ducks a right hook, bobbing and weaving, and staying just outside his reach to force him to advance.
When Vin attempts a Lariat, she slides inside his guard, catching him with a rapid fire punch combination that knocks him off balance. Taking advantage, Melinda launches herself into a Frankensteiner, intending to hold the pin. But Vin fights her off, getting back to his feet before Senior Referee Paul Turner can transition into his cadence.
Aiello: Close call for Havoc here, just managing to stay in the match!
Bennett: Rhodes damn near caught him here, gonna have to stay on it!
Staring at Melinda, Vin rubs the stubble on his skull and laughs. This earns him a sly smile from The Original Rebel, leading to a Collar-and-Elbow Tie Up.
They battle back and forth, but with an extra 100 pounds on Melinda, Vin is able to maneuver her closer to the ropes. Landing a Knife-Edge Chop, he muscles her up, draping her over the top rope with a Gourdbuster. Maintaining control, he drags her by the head back into the ring, leaving her dangling by her ankles before he spikes her with a Hanging DDT.
Picking her back up, he whips Rhodes into the opposite ropes, but she comes back at him by Power Sliding under another attempt at a Lariat. Havoc goes to grab her from behind, but she gets to a knee and flips him forward with a Snapmare, leaving him in a seated position. Leaping to her feet, she follows up with a Shotgun Dropkick to his back, head and shoulders.
The pain shows on Vin's face as he grabs his neck and rolls, using his arm to block a Low Roundhouse Kick that glances off his shoulder. Rhodes uses clubbing blows and her boots to beat him down to the mat. Creating distance, she sets up for the Rhodes Kill, waiting until he rears up to unleash the Spear.
The Rebel launches herself into Vin like a heat-seeking missile, but her intended target has the presence of mind to counter the attack by catching her with a Guillotine Choke.
Aiello: Uh oh, Rhodes just got caught!
Bennett: Vin's got that in tight, too!
Vin cinches in the grip as Paul Turner checks for the submission. But the forward momentum on the Spear drove them both close enough for Melinda to force a quick rope break. At the referee's command, Vin immediately releases the hold. Lying on his back, Vin hits her with a series of downward elbow strikes, driving the point into her head and bouncing her face off the mat before rolling out to the floor for a breather.
Her nose now bleeding, Melinda stands up, wiping the blood away with the back of her hand. Hitting the ropes, she launches herself out to the floor with an Over the Top Rope Suicide Plancha, crashing into Vin and knocking them both into a cluster of steel chairs at ringside.
Both combatants are stunned by the impact. Digging under the ring, Vin gets back up with a Kendo Stick, landing a few shots before Mel can regain her orientation. Picking up one of the folding chairs, Melinda uses it to block the shots. Getting to her feet she starts to trade blows with Havoc. It becomes a duel, Kendo stick versus steel, until Melinda manages to catch the stick in the fold of the chair. Disarming him, she spins around, nailing Vin with a wicked shot to the head in one fluid motion.
Vin stumbles against the guardrail. Melinda drops the chair and hits him with an Enzuguri that knocks him into the front row.
Aiello: Down goes Havoc!
Bennett: Things just kicked up a notch Joe, and I am here for it!
Going under the ring Melinda pulls out a table, sliding it into the ring. She throws a few chairs after it for good measure. Grabbing a large wrench from an overturned tool box, Melinda meets Vin climbing back over the rail with a solid shot to the head. Adding a few more hits to keep him off-kilter, she herds him towards the ring, rolling him back under the bottom rope.
Vin gets up on wobbly legs. Melinda climbs up onto the apron, chair in hand. As Vin turns to face her, she hurls the chair at his face, before spring-boarding into a Diving Cross-Body Block that rolls into a pin attempt.
One!
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Two!!
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NO!!!
Vin kicks out hard. Melinda picks him up and shoots him into the corner. Rushing at him, she's caught coming in with a Punisher Suplex.
Leaving her crumpled in the corner, Vin gets up, creating space to give himself a runway to deliver the Cannonball Senton Splash. Stomping her into the bottom turnbuckle, he picks her up into a Delayed Vertical Suplex that plants her across some of the chairs that she threw into the ring.
Picking her up into a Fireman's Carry he plants her neck across his knee with a Ushigoroshi. He goes for the quick pin.
One!
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Two!!
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NO!!!
Slapping the canvas, Vin lifts Mel off the mat, setting her up for the WTR. Breaking her back in half with the Inverted Facelock Lariat, Vin heads back outside, returning with a paper bag.
Setting up the table that Melinda introduced into the match, Vin pulls a staple gun out of the bag, before pouring the rest of its contents out on the table.
Aiello: Thumb tacks and broken glass!
Bennett: The sick fuck must've gotten a three-for-one discount on implements of destruction.
Picking Melinda up, he Headbutts her, opening The Rebel up the hard way. He then uses the staple gun to close the gash, adding to the bloody mess on her forehead.
Pummeling her into the corner, he bodies her up to the top, where he sets up for the Super Havoc Driver.
But as he's putting Mel into position, she shows off her flexibility by lifting her leg, kicking him on the top of the head. Slipping out of his grasp, she finds her balance, leaping onto his shoulders. Spinning around, she whips him off the top rope with The Skull Tattoo, the inverted Hurricanrana drilling him through the glass and tack strewn table in the ring.
Rolling out of the ring, Melinda tears back the ring skirt, dragging out a ladder. Pushing the ladder into the ring, she sets it up, quickly climbing up to the top. Melinda finds her perch, balancing herself in preparation for the Rebel Star Death Drop. Waiting until Vin regains his vertical base, Rebel leaps back into the Shooting Star DDT.
But at the point of contact, Vin slips her head control, flipping Melinda into a Backbreaker. Picking her up he hits a Made in Brooklyn, before locking in a Cobra Vice.
Paul Turner checks Rhodes, asking her if she wants to give up to the hold. She answers by defiantly telling the Senior Official to "Get fucked!"
Releasing the hold, Vin hauls her up on his shoulder, hitting an Emerald Flowsion onto the pile of chairs, thumb tacks, glass, and broken table. He then pulls her up again, hitting the Havoc Driver for the pin.
One!
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Two!!
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stroup: And your winner, via pinfall... VIN HAVOC!
Medical officials rush in to check on both fighters. Vin shakes them off, refusing their assistance as he leaves the ring under his own power. Melinda is dazed and takes a moment to recover. She initially also resists their attention, but they are insistent about removing the staples that are still sticking out of her forehead.
Aiello: What a war between these two former champions!
Bennett: Both competitors proved that they have fighting spirit in reserve, and despite some rough circumstances recently, they've still got a lot of fight left in them.
Aiello: What a battle, and what a way to end a wild night. Folks, we will see you in just a couple weeks from Taipei as BRAWL and RAMPAGE present Hardcore Revolution. Until then, I'm Joe Aiello alongside Steve Bennett, saying so long and goodnight!
Medics continue to tend to Rhodes as Vin celebrates as he sees fit on the stage, before BRAWL comes to a close!
END SCREEN
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MATCH WRITERS
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MATCH ONE: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MATCH TWO: JoJo Rush
MATCH THREE: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
MAIN EVENT: MERCENARY
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SEGMENTS
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3pac
Amis Shelton
Lad Morales
Gabrielle Visconty
Morgan Darkwater
Ozzy Gray
Vin Havoc
Xavier Reid
MNB
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RECAP OF WINNERS
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MATCH 1
Autumn Raven (N/S)
VS Chelsea Skye
WINNER via pinfall: Chelsea Skye
MATCH 2
Narumi Tsutsumi (PINNED)
VS Caleb Scott
VS Dr. Valerie Velasco
WINNER via pinfall: Dr. Valerie Velasco
MATCH 3
Amis Shelton
VS Gabrielle Visconty
WINNER via pinfall: Gabrielle Visconty
MAIN EVENT
Vin Havoc
VS Melinda Rhodes
WINNER via pinfall: Vin Havoc
BRAWL #613 MVPs: Dr. Valerie Velasco & Gabrielle Visconty
BRAWL #613 MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Amis Shelton VS Gabrielle Visconty
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