Monday Night Rage Live Broadcast
Spencer Austin shoots Brooks Taylor into the corner of the ring, not only knocking the referee out, but also sending him straight into Savvy Skye, who stands on the apron.
Brooks calls out for Skye as she crumples helplessly, both she and the referee knocked out, before he narrowly avoids Spencer’s running boot.
“What the hell is she doing?” Jude Paul asks as Harper Valentine lifts the curtain and begins to dig around underneath the ring. Finally, she pulls out a steel chair.
“Well, Jude, that would be a chair,” Scott Harrington says.
“The official is still knocked out! He has no idea what’s going on. This could be bad news for Taylor.”
Harper sets the chair on the apron and steps away, peeking around the corner to ensure the referee didn’t see anything.
She runs to the other side of the ring and climbs up the apron, right where Brooks Taylor pulls himself up in the corner.
Her face is mere inches from his when he looks up, and before he knows it, Harper reaches over the ropes and pulls his face to hers.
The crowd gasps, but Brooks shoves her away.
Too preoccupied with feigning hurt from his rejection, Harper doesn’t notice the movement beneath her.
Savvy Skye swipes her feet out from under her, sending Harper face-first into the apron and then the floor.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Scott says.
“Chair!” Savvy yells up at Brooks.
Brooks steps out of the way, missing a strike to the head. He turns on his heel and kicks Spencer in the jaw.
Satisfied, Savvy turns back to Harper, who pulls herself up with aid from the barricade, earning a few taunts from fans sitting ringside. Not waiting, Savvy digs her fingers into the dirty blonde strands of Harper’s hair and throws her straight into the side of the announcer’s table.
“Savvy, what are you doing?” Jude yells, but she ignores him.
She kicks Harper once, knocking her back down, then again just for good measure. She pulls a chair of her own from under the ring.
“You want to play with chairs?” Skye slams the weapon into Harper’s back, sending her crashing back to the floor. She does it three more times before tossing it aside and running to aid the official. Skye pushes him into the ring just in time for the three-count.
“Brooks Taylor picks up the win!” Scott shouts as the referee motions to ring the bell.
“This win re-cements his number one contender spot for the EWE World Championship,” Jude explains. “Spencer challenged this after losing to Brooks two weeks ago, and our interim General Manager, Chelsea Rafferty, had no choice but to give him a rematch.”
“He wouldn’t let her alone,” Scott says, with a soft chuckle. “She had no choice.”
Savvy climbs into the ring and jumps into Brooks’s waiting arms. His hands plant firmly on her hips, and her fingers tangle into his short hair, tugging gently at his nape before she leans in close.
She can practically taste the icy mint on his breath, but before their lips touch, a siren blares through the arena.
They both share one final glance before she sighs, and her legs slowly untangle from his waist to slink down until her feet are planted firmly on the mat.
“The Lunatic” Grady Chandler stands at the top of the ramp with the EWE Championship belt hanging loosely around his waist. The logo is surrounded by gemstones and gold, making it glitter and shine beneath the bright lights.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. I, like everyone else here, want to know where this is going… ”
Brooks narrows his eyes and takes a small step in front of Skye, placing a protective arm in front to usher her further behind him.
Grady chuckles, rubbing at the scruff on his chin. “I’m sorry to ruin your moment, but I just wanted to come out and say thank you. You both saved me from having to deal with a real wrestler on Sunday. You’ve just made my job a whole lot easier.”
Savvy scoffs, stepping out from behind Brooks. “Why don’t you come down here and say that inside this ring?”
“Oh!” Grady’s face lights up in surprise. “You let her speak for you now, Brooks?”
Brooks rolls his eyes, taking the microphone from the ring announcer.
“A man worthy of carrying this title would never let his side piece have a say in his business affairs.” Grady scoffs. “How pathetic.”
“Keep running your mouth, Grady, but at the end of the day, I’m not the one you should be worried about.
” Brooks smirks and casually leans over the top of the rope.
He glances briefly over his shoulder at Savvy Skye, who glares up the ramp at her partner’s future opponent.
“When I win at Capitol Punishment next Sunday, when I’m holding that belt high over my head…
you’re going to see what a real champion looks like.
I’ll have the title and the girl, and you…
you’ll just be a footnote in our story.”