Monday Night Rage Live Broadcast
“Good evening, everyone, and welcome back to Monday Night Rage! I’m Jude Paul, joined here by my commentator partner, Scott Harrington, and by none other than the former women’s champion, Savvy Skye,” veteran announcer Jude Paul says, adjusting his headpiece.
“You know, I haven’t had a chance to ask yet, Savvy. How is your shoulder?”
“Well, if last night is any indication, I think it’s doing just fine,” Scott says with a hearty laugh.
Last night was the Chi-Town Clash, a special premiere event in Chicago, Illinois.
During the women’s tag-team match featuring the new EWE Women’s Champion Rae Rose and Ivy Jade versus Harper Valentine and Viviana Ridley, Savvy Skye made her return to action.
She jumped the barricade and pulled Rae Rose out of the ring before the champ could pin Valentine.
Rose landed face-first on the ground before Skye threw her into the barricade.
Once the champ managed to pull herself to her feet, Skye hit her with a hard clothesline, sending her over the barricade onto the cement floor.
Plucking the title from the production aide’s hands, Savvy climbed to stand on top of the same barricade, holding the title high above her head, and the whole time, the crowd cheered.
“I was just reminding Rae who the real queen is,” Savvy says, offering her counterparts a sweet smirk. “She might be the Queen of Roses, Jude, but I’m the Queen of the Ring.”
A rock ballad sounds through the arena, sending fans to their feet, as Spencer Austin steps out. Harper Valentine clings to his side as they walk down the ramp with wide grins, feeding into the chorus of boos that follow their path.
“Here comes Spencer Austin, still riding the high from his win over ‘The Gladiator’ Wolf Bennett in their street fight last night at Chi-Town Clash,” Jude says.
Savvy rolls her eyes, sitting back in her chair. “Oh, goody. We’re blessed with the presence of Spencer Austin. Alert the press.”
“Someone’s not impressed.”
“What is there to be impressed with? When Spencer does something besides the two moves he does every damn night, maybe then I’ll have something to be impressed with.”
Scott’s laugh is drowned out by the guitar riffs of Brooks Taylor’s entrance music. Brooks steps out onto the stage, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd, but the cheers slowly begin to overpower the boos.
“Speaking of impressive,” Jude says. “Here comes Brooks Taylor. He and Spencer battle tonight to see who will face current EWE Champion, “The Lunatic” Grady Chandler, at Capitol Punishment at the end of next month.”
Brooks steps inside the ring, runs the ropes, and rips his shirt over his head, tossing it haphazardly into the crowd.
He glances over his shoulder at Spencer, who has propped himself up on the top rope in one of the corners, arms resting on the tops of his thighs, looking unamused by the display from his opponent.
Brooks looks around his opponent to the announcer’s table, straight at Savvy Skye.
Just for a moment, but long enough to make it feel intentional.
Her brow arches, and she smirks before their eye contact is broken when Harper reaches over the table to mess with Savvy’s headset.
“Aw, poor wittle Savvy Skye. They finally realized you can’t wrestle, so they moved you to commentary. Funny how that works. You started on the sidelines and tried to hang with the big girls, but now you’re back where you belong.”
“Are you really criticizing me when you’re a glorified escort?”
Harper’s mouth drops and reaches across the table, but Jude interferes, casting his arm between the two women. “You’re a bitch!”
“I’m sensing some animosity,” Scott says.
Savvy blows a kiss as Harper stalks away. “Oh no, we’re best friends, couldn’t you tell?”
“And here we go!” Jude says. The bell rings to signal the start of the match. “Brooks Taylor looks absolutely locked in tonight.”
“You know who you’re talking about, right?” Savvy raises a brow at Jude. “I think people underestimate the time Brooks Taylor puts into dissecting every opponent he faces. He knows every move they’re going to make before they make it.”
“This is my time, Brooks!” Spencer yells inside the ring as the men circle each other, sizing each other up. “Mine!”
Brooks only chuckles before they lunge forward, locking up—one palm on the back of each opponent’s neck, the other cradling their elbow.
Pivoting his hips, Brooks breaks the hold and slides his arm around Spencer’s neck, forcing him into a headlock.
Brooks tightens the grip on his wrist, reinforcing the hold when Spencer tries to break free.
Spencer struggles against Taylor’s side. He slowly frees himself and shoves his opponent forward into the ropes. His back hits the mat when Brooks rebounds with a shoulder tackle.
“Brooks Taylor is setting the pace for this match early. Keeping Spencer right where he wants him,” Jude says.
There’s a wild look in Spencer’s eyes when he jumps to his feet.
He launches himself, swinging a clothesline, but Brooks Taylor ducks, stepping behind and wrapping his arm back around Spencer’s neck, putting him into a front facelock.
Brooks rolls through, dragging Spencer onto his back.
He goes for the pin, but Spencer kicks out at the one count.
“There’s that technical side of Brooks Taylor that I love to see.”
“For all the grief he gets, Brooks Taylor has become one of the better wrestlers over the years,” Savvy Skye adds.
“He just likes to put on a show most of the time. Entertain the crowd. Give him the opportunity, and he’ll get down and dirty.
There’s a reason he’s earned his place at the top of this company.
Look, here’s the thing about Brooks…He doesn’t want to just win—he wants you to know that he knows how to beat you. ”
“Sounds like you’re a fan,” Scott says, looking her way.
She shrugs. “He’s efficient. Focused. Doesn’t flinch under pressure. I like that.”
“Spencer is going to break the hold, and he goes for the running knee!” Jude says as the wrestler lifts his knee and makes contact with Taylor’s chin. The force sends Brooks back into the corner.
“Looks like the tables are turning in Spencer’s favor now,” Scott adds, but he retracts the statement when Brooks sidesteps a spear, sending Spencer shoulder-first into the post.
“That shoulder’s gonna be a problem now,” Savvy says. “I’d know.”
Brooks drags his opponent out of the corner by his left arm, the same one that just collided with the metal pole. He glances over at Savvy, a smirk tugging on his lips, before he stomps down on the joint.
“Don’t look now, but I think you have an admirer,” Scott chuckles.
“Shut up, Scott.”
Brooks continues to work the shoulder joint of his opponent. He drops to the mat, wrapping his legs around Spencer’s arm, bridging upwards and over-extending the arm in a cross armbreaker. Spencer yells out in pain but refuses to tap.
“Brooks continues to isolate the shoulder with a cross armbreaker, here,” Jude comments. “Spencer is trying to reach the ropes and break the hold, but he’s barely out of reach.”
“If he finally breaks the hold, it might give him the break he needs to gain some momentum in this match,” Scott says. “Brooks Taylor has been dominating the entire thing.”
From the side of the ring, Harper yells at Spencer, pleading with him to reach the ropes. When the referee turns his back, she pushes the bottom rope inward, giving Spencer the opportunity he needs.
“Harper Valentine helping Spencer here, but the ref didn’t see it,” Jude explains.
“Stay out of it, Harper!” Savvy yells, earning a glare from the other woman.
“Break the hold, Taylor!” the referee yells, but Brooks maintains the hold for two more seconds, just before it becomes illegal.
Once free, Spencer rolls under the ropes and out of the ring, where Harper checks on him.
“Get back in the ring, Austin,” the referee scolds as Brooks stares down at him. “Let’s go!”
Tired of waiting, Brooks uses the ropes to propel himself and dive outside the ring.
“Taylor just went headfirst into the barricade! He went for the suicide dive, but he didn’t anticipate Spencer moving out of the way,” Jude yells as Savvy stands from her chair.
“Spencer not wasting time, throwing Brooks into the steel steps. He’s trying to wear down his opponent, but he needs to get him back in the ring before the ten count. ”
“I don’t think he cares, Jude,” Scott says.
Spencer forces the other man up to his feet and forces him into a standing headlock. He glances over at the woman sitting behind the announcer’s desk before he falls backward, driving Brooks face-first into the floor.
“You’re just going to stand there?” Savvy yells at the referee, who watches idly from the ropes. “Do your job, ref!”
Spencer chuckles from his seated position, glancing over his shoulder at the lifeless body of Brooks Taylor. Using the barricade, he pushes up from the floor and rolls beneath the bottom rope back into the ring.
“Spencer Austin has certainly turned this match around,” Scott says. “There for a minute, I thought this was going to be a shutout, but he has reminded everyone that he’s not to be counted out early.”
“Get up, Brooks,” Savvy whispers.
“You want to say that a little louder for the people in the back?” Scott teases her.
“If the ref would do his job, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“And Brooks Taylor is back on his feet as the referee gets to the eight count. He needs to get back in the ring before ten,” Jude says. “And he makes it just in time!”
Brooks rolls under the bottom rope and barely makes it to his feet before Spencer launches from the top rope.
He narrowly misses the missile dropkick, moving out of the way just in time, and it gives him the advantage he needs.
Grabbing Spencer by the wrist, yanking him to his feet, Brooks whips him into the ropes.
On the rebound, Brooks performs a spinebuster, lifting the other man off his feet and slamming his back onto the mat in a hard impact that shakes the ring.
Brooks turns to the crowd, soaking in their reaction, before he glances at Savvy one more time and winks. From the sidelines, Harper slams her hand down on the apron, trying to help Spencer garner any energy he has left to finish the match.
“Spencer still looks a little lost,” Scott says when the wrestler begins to stir, crawling on all fours toward the ropes. “I think that last spinebuster is going to give Brooks the opening he needs to finish this match.”
Brooks reaches down to force his opponent to his feet, but Spencer counters, sweeping his feet out from under him. Harper throws her hands up in victory and claps as Spencer uses the ropes to stand. He watches Brooks do the same, but on the outside of the ropes, where he now stands on the apron.
“That’s not good,” Savvy says, already seeing what Spencer is planning.
Spencer drop-kicks Brooks in the back, sending him flying from the edge of the ring onto the ground. He takes a lap, soaking in the mixed reactions from the crowd before the referee berates him, telling Spencer to keep it in the ring.
“Brooks Taylor is still out cold on the floor, and it looks like Harper is looking to give her boyfriend some more advantage,” Jude says, watching her creep around the corner of the ring.
“Savvy, where are you going?” Scott calls out when Savvy rips the headset off her ears.
“Wait a second! Our guest commentator, Savvy Skye, is getting involved now,” Jude yells.
His excitement matches that of the crowd as the former champion rushes to intercept Harper.
She stands at the other end of the ring, begging Harper to take another step towards the man who has finally begun to stir.
“I don’t think Harper anticipated this,” Scott adds. “Jude, I think we might be witnessing the beginnings of a new rivalry.”
Spencer slides under the bottom rope, ready to force Brooks back into the ring and finish the match.
Savvy stands nearby but doesn’t interfere when he grabs his opponent by the back of the neck.
Brooks digs in his heels, resisting, and throws a sharp elbow into Spencer’s ribs.
In a quick flash, Brooks takes hold of Spencer’s jaw and drops to the floor in a seated position, forcing his shoulder into his opponent’s jaw.
Scott cringes. “That’s gonna hurt!”
“Jawbreaker on the floor. That’s unforgiving,” Jude adds.
“There’s no give whatsoever on that concrete.”
Brooks shoves Spencer back under the ropes as the referee gets to seven, climbing in behind him.
He waits patiently for his opponent to stand on his feet, and the moment Spencer is up, he kicks him in the gut.
Hooking Spencer’s bad arm, Brooks lifts him onto his shoulders and drives him shoulder-first into the mat.
“Brooks goes for the cover!” Jude yells as the wrestler drops back to the mat, hooks a leg, and pins his opponent. The crowd counts along with each slap of the referee’s hand on the mat: One. Two. Three!
“And that’s it! Impressive win for Brooks Taylor tonight on Monday Night Rage,” Jude says.
The smirk in Scott’s voice is evident when he adds, “Very impressive, but I think there’s something else on his mind besides that win, Jude.”
Savvy Skye steps through the ropes, glancing over at Harper, who coaxes Spencer out of the ring, before she meets the victor’s gaze.
.Brooks stands tall, chest rising and falling with steady breaths, and watches her slowly walk toward him.
All eyes on them, waiting to see what happens next.
Never breaking eye contact, she slowly slips her hand in his, threading their fingers together before she lifts their joint hands high in the air.