PRIME #42 - LIVE from the KBS Hall

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WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly, EWC and its producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EWC PRIME
EPISODE 042
JANUARY 20TH 2019



LIVE FROM THE KBS HALL IN KYOTO, JAPAN

EWC PRIME
JANUARY 20TH, 2019
LIVE! from Multiple locations
Commentators: Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore

While 'Could've Been Me' by The Struts blares over the loudspeakers at every locations, golden fireworks light up the sky in a display that shines brightly regardless of it is day or night. Brilliant blue spotlights swirl over the cheering crowds, whipping them up into a near-frenzy of excitement at the show to come.

Cameras flash all around the arena as the Mac-Tron cycles through Prime's roster. Aaron Whalen, Aeon Khronos, Brutus, Carlos Ruiz, Candy, Carrie Samson, El Pablo, Frankie Romono, Freddie Styles, Jonty Kelly, Jordan Sharpe, Khaos, Killjoy Ito, Kristian Bane, Nevaeh, Orion Samson, Richard Garcia, Stitches, Terra Walker, Trixie, and Waylon Graves are all featured. After one final pan over the crowd...

The camera centers not on ringside... but in the center of the ring, where Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir stand side-by-side.

Evans: Konnichiwa, Kyoto!

And, predictably, the crowd goes nuts for the cheap pop., Marshall grins all the more even as Hayley playfully elbows his side. Allowing the fans to die down, PRIME's General Manager continues.

Evans: Welcome to the season premiere of PRIME... and to the beginning of the first ever PRIME G1! Now I know that we usually broadcast from all over the world as EWC's ONLY truly global brand, but it just didn't feel right to deny the birthplace of the G1's concept the right to be its first host. So arigatou, Japan, for the inspiration to make history and for all you've contributed to professional wrestling as a whole. We wouldn't be here without you.

There's a more respectful round of applause as Marshall and Hayley bow at the waist, showing their appreciation for the audience that makes all of professional wrestling possible. Straightening up, Marshall clears his throat.

Evans: Now, I'm sure you've noticed that the announce position is empty. Both Nessa Reeve and Eva Leurox have moved on from PRIME, Nessa to a primetime show at CNN and Eva to a production role at ESPN. We're thrilled with their success, but that leaves their positions empty... though it'll only be empty for about a minute or so because ladies and gentlemen, allow us to introduce your NEW announcers, Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler!

'Could've Been Me' hits the sound system again as Micah and Sandra emerge, Micah in a smartly-pressed suit and Sandra in jeans and a black leather moto jacket over a white t-shirt. As the GMs applaud in the ring, they take their places and put on their headsets. The announcers shake hands before seating themselves, the camera returning to Evans and Kushnir.

Evans: Micah Everett may be a little bit of a jerk, is one of the most knowledgeable men I've ever encountered in this business... and Sandra Amsler made her name on Youtube as one of the most outspoken people to ever discuss professional wrestling. Together, I'm sure they'll be the most informative and entertaining commentary team. Now let's get this show on the road!

The camera cuts to the commentary position where Sandra is trying not to laugh at the scowl on Micah's lips.

Everett: A bit of a jerk?!

Amsler: Well if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck... but anyway, good evening everyone, and welcome to the season premiere of PRIME! I'm Sandra Amsler on color commentary, and the sour lemon-faced guy to my left is Micah Everett who will be dazzling us all with his knowledge.

Everett: Was that sarcasm?

Amsler: Maybe.

Everett: Cute. Anyway, we've got a jam-packed card of G1 matches from both blocks, as well as a few debuts and a triple threat that promises to steal the show. I think, though, that rather than extolling the virtues of each match... we should get right into the action!

Amsler: Oh hey, something we can agree on. As much as Marshall is a cool guy, I think the fans will rush the ring if we don't get this show on the road. Let's get to the ring where our first match is about to begin!

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MATCH 1
<<G1 MATCH>>
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FRANKIE ROMONO Vs
STITCHES

Everett: The first-ever match for the first-ever PRIME G1 involves a blood feud that is going to get ugly... and it is going to get ugly fast. It's hard to tell who's meaner out of the two between the psychotic clown Stitches and Frankie Romono, who seemingly rediscovered his spine at the RAMPAGE season finale.

Amsler: And by 'rediscovering his spine', you mean 'attacked his opponent from behind with a baseball bat like a little bitch'.

Everett: He did the world a favor by taking Grizzly Duggan's inbred redneck ass out and I, for one, am grateful.

Amsler: You'd also never say it to his face. And here people call ME a keyboard warrior! At least I've got the proverbial balls to own my words no matter the cost. How about you?

Reid: The following match is for two points in the PRIME G1! First, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 207 pounds... FRANKIE ROMONO!

Frankie Romono walks to the ring in silence save the mixed reaction of the crowd, his expression intense and his hands balled up into fists as he mentally prepares for the bout to come.

Reid: And his opponent, from The Carnival of Shattered Dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds... STITCHES!

'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. Out walks Stitches from the smoke with a wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin. He methodically makes his way to ringside, the boos of the crowd not remotely phasing him as he climbs into the ring and takes a seat in the corner he chooses for himself. A sadistic smile tugs at his lips as he waves at Frankie, who glowers all the more for it.

DING DING DING

This was a slugfest from the moment the bell rang, one that got vicious fast. Even without the absence of technical wizardry or high-flying antics, the Japanese crowd cheered for the initial exchange once it ended with a headbutt from Frankie that caught Stitches off-guard, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. Romono was hot on his heels, catching the clown in a rear-naked choke and cinching it in! Stitches struggled to free himself, further weakening himself so that when Frankie suddenly released the hold and shoved him forward, Stitches was unable to do anything but take the super kick to the back of his head, Romono completing the combo known as Stay Asleep before going for the pin. While he didn't look surprised at the two-count, he did keep the pressure on his opponent with numerous strikes to the head and shoulders of Stitches until the referee forced the break.

Everett: Romono clearly still has a massive problem with his opponent, and it's not hard to understand why with everything that Stitches has done both to him and to his girlfriend. Stitches might just eat another disappointment after losing the Television Title at WrestleFest.

Amsler: And while Stitches has a rematch for that title at the next episode of Uprising, it's not gonna do jack shit for him if he's too injured to capitalize on it!

The moment the ref got out of the way and Stitches regained a vertical base, Romono charged his opponent again... but his head of steam left him no time to correct his course, which meant he ran himself right into a Lethal Lariat out of nowhere! Romono kicked out at two from the pin attempt, but the wind was obviously been knocked out of him. To his credit, though, Frankie gutted through it and endured more of Stitches' offense, turning the tides in his favor again when he dodged a corner clothesline and caught his opponent in a Sicilian Drop. Ultimately, though, that rally proved to be Romono's downfall because when he went for the pinfall, the wily clown snagged Frankie and rolled him up into a small package, Romono unable to kick out until a half-second past the three count that saw Stitches picking up the win!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... STITCHES!

Everett: What a match to begin this season of PRIME! Frankie Romono has got to be frustrated at coming up short again against Stitches, but I'd lay money that frustration is going to drive him into taking a hunk out of the hide of whoever is unfortunate enough to face him next.

Amsler: And clowns may scare the shit out of me, but there's no questioning the wits behind that face paint. Stitches has got to be a heavy favorite for Group A.

Everett: That's the second time you've said something I agree with. Perhaps this whole thing can be salvaged after all!

Amsler: Maybe... if you stop being such a dickhead.

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Just as Stitches is about to exit the ring, "Light of the Seven" begins playing over the PA system and the lights go dim. A man dressed as a clown steps out onto the ramp way, he's holding a bundle of balloons and a bicycle horn.  He makes he way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope and gets almost nose to nose with Stitches.

Everett: That's the man known as Hephaestus, who had a big showing at Thunder against Robbie Rayder.  Why is he here?

Amsler:  A battle of the creppy clowns?! All we need is Pennywise and Sweet Tooth to complete the whole thing. 

Hephaestus hands a gold balloon to Stitches, then reaches into his jacket and begins pulling out colored handkerchiefs from his jacket sleeve.  Red, then blue, then green, then yellow, repeating over and over.  The final piece of cloth is a white one that says "JOE" on it.

Everett:  It says... "Joe".  That has to be a message for Stitches from Joe Hustler.  They have a match at Uprising next week for Joe's newly won Television Championship.  Stitches was there when Joe won the title from Sarah Roberts, playing mind games with his usual panache.

Amsler:  I'd say these are mind games from Joe Hustler, but considering how I don't really think he has a mind to begin with... but then again, who knows? I just know I want those two out of the ring. I'm getting a serious case of the heebie jeebies.

After Hephaestus holds up the "JOE" cloth he tries to hand it to Stitches.  Just as Stitches puts out his hand, Hephaestus squirts some type of liquid into Stitches face from his lapel flower and begins quietly laughing and honking the bicycle horn.  Stitches begins wiping his face as Hephaestus just slides out of the ring watching as he backs his way back up the ramp way.

Everett: Well that was... something.

Amsler: What was that liquid that Hephaestus just sprayed Stitches with?

Everett:  Water, obviously. Stitches seems unphased, though I don't know if he would've reacted to anything caustic. I think what's more pressing is what this all means.

Amsler: I think we'll need to tune into Uprising to find out.

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MATCH 2
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BRUTUS Vs
TERRA WALKER

Everett: Up next is a debut match for both competitors as Terra Walker takes on Brutus. As much as I am fond of the tale of the tape and all the insight it can provide, with the managers cancelling each other out... Terra's go-getter attitude is going to make the difference here.

Amsler: So because she punked out a reporter, she's gonna win against someone that's over twice her size?

Everett: That's exactly right. See? I knew you were capable of learning something if you just paid attention.

Amsler: All I'm learning is that you're a self-important twit.

Reid: This match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 305 pounds and accompanied by Joe... BRUTUS!

'Hail to the King' plays and Brutus emerges before standing front and center, arms outstretched as his manager Joe comes out from behind him. He points his ivory and gold cane at Brutus, almost poking him before they continue down the ramp. Brutus climbs onto the apron and enters through the top two ropes before he flexes one arm and strikes a stereotypical 'beefcake' pose.

Reid: His opponent, from Oxford, England, weighing in at 132 pounds and accompanied by Lance... 'PSYCHONIC' TERRA WALKER!

"Honeysuckle" hits and lights go frantic, with multiple colors flashing and multiple spotlights searching around. One spotlight spots Terra Walker within the ruckus crowd. She pushes through the ruckus crowd with aggression, until she finds a willing group that crowd surfs her to the barricade. Once there, she stands atop it and lets out a war cry, the crowd following suit. She walks on the announce table, leaping off afterwards to slide into the ring. Terra rushes to the ropes and lets out another war cry before readying herself for the match to come.

DING DING DING

When the bell rings, despite both Terra and Brutus having managers in their corners, the match looks like a mismatch. It especially looks bad when Joe yells to Brutus to destroy her after Terra responded to a handshake offer with a slap to the face. Brutus barrels into Terra with a clothesline, and after that, Joe sends Brutus into a brutal onslaught, driving Terra into a corner then beal throwing her from the corner almost all the way to the other corner. Terra arches her back as Brutus comes over, but then Lance Walker charges over to Joe and starts shouting, distracting Brutus and the official. Joe shouts to keep on Terra, but Brutus has already turned away. Lance and Joe trade verbal barbs, and while the official is still distracted, Terra blasts Brutus with a low blow. The crowd boos as Terra jumps up and nails a DDT that only gets a two-count.

Amsler: Go-getter attitude. Right. Obviously, you meant being willing to cheat!

Everett: Oh, my sour summer child... how little you know about what it actually takes to make it in the world.

Terra goes on a tear, stomping away and blasting Brutus with chops and kicks to try to keep him down. Eventually he pushes himself up enough to shove Terra away from him, but before he can get up to his feet, Terra rushes in with her Seismic Rupture elbow to the jaw. He kicks out at two here. She tries to apply a rear chokehold, but Brutus peels her off. He pushes himself up and grabs Terra for the Iron Claw, but Terra throws herself into the ropes. Brutus releases her and Joe directs Brutus to Terra as she is pulling herself up, but she dropkicks Brutus's knee to drop him head-first into the middle turnbuckle. She rushes the ropes as he recoils, and as he sits in the corner, she launches her knee into his jaw. Brutus falls to the mat face first, and as he pushes himself up, she punts him for good measure. After hitting the Brain Tremor, Brutus finally stays down for the three count!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... TERRA WALKER!

Everett: And just like I said she would, Terra Walker emerges the victor!

Amsler: It'd be impressive... y'know, if she hadn't needed to cheat to create that initial opening.

Everett: The ends justify the means. Besides, skirting the rules and not getting caught is a valuable skill unto itself.

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When the camera spots Nevaeh she is standing in front of an open door to the KBS Hall with Heaven's Helper hoisted up over her shoulder and a hand on her hip.

Nevaeh: So Xavier thinks I'm bothered by his presence here? That's about the funniest thing I've ever heard.

She laughs wholeheartedly for a few moments before suddenly stopping.

Nevaeh: Seriously, if you want to come inside and get your ass handed to you, that's on you.

As the camera moves in closer, Nev pretends to step aside.

Nevaeh: On second thought...

The camera comes to a stop just before the door.

Nevaeh: ...You still aren't getting anywhere with me. I don't care who or what brought you here. I'm still not letting you in anymore than you already are. Got a problem with that? Take it up with me in the ring. Not that it will help you any. Because under no circumstances am I going to allow you to walk out of here with MY points. Instead you will find that you don't belong here once you 'Fall From Grace'.

Nev smirks.

Nevaeh: Too bad you came all the way to Japan for nothing!

And with that, Nev slams the door closed in the camera's face as we fade to ringside.

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MATCH 3
<<G1 MATCH>>
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JONTY KELLY Vs
CARLOS RUIZ

Everett: The G1 continues with an intriguing match up. Jonty Kelly came out of nowhere in the latter half of 2018. The Aussie nearly unseated Candy for Indy Championship but came up short. That could be Carlos' story as well. Carlos Ruiz, the Spanish Luchadore, wins more than he loses but he can't seem to grab that brass ring. He's passive and meek if you ask me. I think Mr. Kelly has more upside but I guess we'll see about that. That's what the Prime G1 is all about.

Amsler: Jonty Kelly talks a lot of shit for never living up to his potential. Carlos has the right mindset about this.

Everett: A brash conclusion for sure.

Reid: The following match is for two points in the PRIME G1! First, introducing, from Melbourne, Australia, he weighs in at 225 pounds, he is THE LETHAL WEAPON.....JONTY KELLY

The sound of a bullet being fired echoes through the arena, before Heavy is the Head begins to play. Smoke begins to fill the top of the entrance ramp. Eventually, Kelly bursts through the smoke.

Reid: And his opponent, now residing in Miami, Florida, weighing in at 212 pounds, CARLOS RUIZ!

"Bamboleo" by Gypsy Kings hits over the P.A. System and the crowd goes crazy for their Spanish Luchadore! Carlos Ruiz walks out from the back posing for the crowd!

DING DING DING

The Spanish Luchadore looked for a show of good sportsmanship but the Lethal Weapon wanted none of it. He slapped away Carlos' hand and the match began with fire and fury. Carlos tried to wrestle a clean match but Jonty resorted to a hair pull after he pushed out of headlock from Ruiz effectively horse collar tackling him. From there he looked to wear the speedster down. He managed the Run N Gun for a two count and even forced Ruiz to Bite The Bullet before the former tag team champion nearly managed to get the win out of nowhere by rolling through on the crossface.

Everett: Jonty Kelly is starting to see just how tough Carlos Ruiz is. He may have managed to cut some corners to get the advantage. I like that. No need to play nice when it comes to this event.

Amsler: Speaking of easy, Kelly is easy on the eyes but sure isn't too bright. And maybe Kelly should get someone to talk for him cuz I can't ever decipher what the hell he's ever talking about.

Everett: Yes, but what about the match?

Amsler: That's your job. I'm here to actually make this entertaining.

Kelly swung that leg into the action for the JK47 after a missed Ruiz clothesline but Carlos ducked under, bounced off the ropes, ducked under Jonty's own lariat and caught the Aussie with a beautiful bridging Full Nelson Suplex for just a two count. Carlos kept on the offensive, double underhooking Jonty's arms up for the Madrid Bomb but Kelly blocks it with a huge back body drop. For a second time, Jonty tries for that JK47 but Carlos rolls through, kips to his feet, side steps a third JK47 and shows Jonty the Spanish Eyes for a high octane victory!

DING DING DING

Reid: The winner of this match via pinfall, CARLOS RUIZ!

Everett: Carlos manages to win despite his limited means and ability. Really thought Jonty outclassed Carlos with his athleticism but it's only the beginning.

Amsler: You're full of shit. Kelly went to the well too often there and paid for it dearly.

Everett: You're projecting, dear.

Amsler: No. Projecting would be wishing that I was the one hitting Spanish Eyes on you.

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The cameras cut to the back as Carrie Samson is heading towards the ring. Her eyes are focused as a small child walks up to her. Carrie looks down as she looks confused.

Samson: What you doing back here little one?

Voice: Can't she say hi to her favorite Aunt?

Carrie looks up to see that her sister in law walking towards her. Carrie shakes her head while pulling out her gloves from her hip pocket.

Samson: What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Orion?

Sister in Law: I came to give you some support. Orion is busy prepping for her own debut soon.

Samson: I don't need your support. I can do this on my own.

Carrie walks away as her sister in law just watches.

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MATCH 4
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AARON WHALENS Vs
CARRIE SAMSON

Everett: Next up is the second double debut of the night as Aaron Whalen takes on Carrie Samson, and the outcome for this one is just as obvious as all of the others have been to someone with my level of expertise.

Amsler: So we're gonna ignore how you whiffed the outcome of the last match? Revisionist history doesn't really work when the world is watching and video is being permanently saved to numerous sites as we speak. The internet is forever, bub, and so are your fuck-ups.

Everett: You're just as annoying and bratty as that kawaii desu little girl we just saw have a tantrum backstage!

Amsler: If you never say those two Japanese words again, it'll be too soon. I, for one, welcome the sight of Carrie shifting Aaron's smug jaw a few inches to one side.

Reid: This match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 119 pounds... 'CARE BEAR' CARRIE SAMSON!

Bright lights quickly start floating around the arena as "Roundtable Rival" by Lindsey Stirling begins to play. Carrie Samson saunters out onto the stage with a smile before bouncing down the ramp. She leaps onto the ring apron then jumps over the ring ropes. She continues to bounce around.

Reid: Her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 243 pounds... 'THE AMERICAN DEVIL' AARON WHALEN!

'Forty Six & 2' hits the sound system as Aaron Whalen makes his way out onto the stage with his back turned to the ring. He spins around, facing the crowd as the fans boo. Aaron, with a big smile on his face, makes his way down to the ring, ascending the steel steps and makes his way up to the apron. Whalen poses before he makes his way through the ropes and into the ring.

DING DING DING

After the match began, Aaron asked the crowd 'Really?!' before pointing and laughing at his diminutive opponent. His condescending mockery continued as he even turns his back to Carrie, which proved to be a huge mistake as Carrie rushed at him, hitting a bit running dropkick that made him stumble into the turnbuckle chest first. As he staggered back, she went for a school girl pin and got two. This aggravated Whalen, but when he grabbed at her to make her pay, she ducked under his grip and proceeded to light him up with punches and knife-edge chops. When he lunged for her again, she ducked again, this time catching him with an arm around his neck and pulled him down in a Downward Spiral! She nailed the Zit Zat early, but only got two.

Everett: I'd love to commend Carrie for a job well done, but the assault started while Whalen's back was turned. Hardly an honorable fight.

Amsler: He turned his back willingly, clearly mocking her. He deserved what he got.

She tried, with a lot of difficulty, to pick Whalen up, and after giving up on that, she simply stalked and waited for him to stand up so she could hit one of her finishing moves. But when she went in for a Ranhei, Whalen simply elbows his way out of it. Carrie continues to fight with chops and strikes, but Whalen takes control after reversing an inverted DDT with an elbow, then twisting it around into a swinging neckbreaker. At one point, Carrie looked like she might get the momentum back, driving Whalen into a corner with chops and strikes, but then Whalen reversed Carrie into the corner, then he whipped her into the opposite corner, charging after her with a shotgun dropkick ready as soon as her back hit! Sandwiched between the boots and the buckles, Carrie collapsed to the mat, and Whalen dragged her to center ring, locked in the Scorpion Death Lock, and no matter how much Carrie reached, she could not get the brass ring, and she tapped out.

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner by submission... 'THE AMERICAN DEVIL' AARON WHALEN!

Everett: Carrie fought valiantly, if a bit underhanded, but this was really the only way this was going to end.

Amsler: For a supposed expert in his field, you sure are a dumb motherfucker. Anything can happen, Everett. Way bigger size differences have meant way less. It happens pretty frequently in fact. Perhaps you'd like to have a talk with the Indy Champion?

Everett: ...well, Carrie Samson was not able to emulate our champion on this occasion.

Amsler: Yeah, that's what I thought.

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The camera cut to the back as Xavier Reid walks into KBS Hall along with Nikki Dupree and Tlatoani Volando.

Dupree: How are you feeling?

Volando: A bit tired honestly, jet lag sucks. What time is it anyways?

Dupree: I wasn't talking to you. I don't care how you feel. You aren't getting into that ring tonight.

Volando: Oh... I thought you were turning over a new leaf and going to be nice this year.

Dupree: Xavier?

Reid: I feel fine, Nikki. I told you I feel rested and ready to go.

Dupree: I'm just asking. It was a long flight and that train ride from Tokyo was not the most pleasant ride...

Volando: What are you talking about? That bullet train was awesome, I once rode in a card being pulled by a mule to a show. Now you want to talk about a crappy ride...that damn thing stopped four times to poop.

Reid: It was fine. I knew what I was signing up for then I qualified for the G1. The travel was going to be crazy but this historic. It's the G1... it's something our grandfather took part in.

Dupree: What? You never said anything.

Volando: Sr. Volando Jr., he may in fact been the first Mexican wrestler to ever take part in a G1. The year was 1973...the backdrop, Japan...

Reid: We don't need a history lesson about it. He came here on a special International invitation as the World Champion in the company he was working. He wrote that it was like nothing he ever competed in. The talent level of the wrestlers caught him by surprise.

Volando: The story goes it was because of the G1 he knew he needed to take his son's on more of a global route to introduce them to a style more than just what would be known as Lucha.

Jenna Salvatore: That is very interesting.

The group turns around to see Jenna standing there with her film crew.

Jenna Salvatore: And it explains why your father Chico and even your uncle Villano were taken out of Mexico into America and even into Europe and Asia...sorry I don't know much about your dad. Jerry, right?

Volando: He's awesome and does a GREAT Rodney Dangerfield impersonation.

Dupree: She was talking in terms of wrestling.

Volando: I'm telling you, I get no respect...

Salvatore: Anyways, does this explain why you came to Prime to compete in the G1...to follow in the family footsteps?

Reid: You can say that. See I understand what many here in Prim., my opponent tonight included just don't get how huge this tournament is... what the G1 means. It blows my mind that only TWO non Prime members of the EWC tried to qualify for this. It was a honor when Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir booked me in a qualifying match and gave me the chance, much to the displeasure of some people...

Salvatore: Nevaeh has been very vocal about you 'take the spot of someone from Prime'.

Reid: Yeah she would like the GM's to close off the borders to Prime but thanks to Candy's big win at Night of Champions Prime is on everyone's radar when she made history and the GM's did the same with the announcement of the G1...and that couldn't keep me out but lucky for her she gets me night one and if she feels so strongly about me being here she has the opportunity to send me home if she can put me on the shelf but we both know that's not going to happen...so just like the Japanese wrestler who didn't approve of Sr. Volando Jr. being in his first one Nevaeh will just have to adapt to the 'Intruder' being here.

Salvatore: You had a war just a few nights ago with Hope Diamond at your final Uprising show...should we be worried about--

Reid: No. Listen that was a war but I'm ready to go...no excuses about this being my 4th match this year in EWC to Nevaeh making her 2019 debut. Some of us just like to work...

Volando: Or travel because wow...we have been all over the place this year.

Reid: And it's brought us here to Kyoto, Japan and KBS Hall. I'm not looking to have a good show., to score a few points and finish closer to the top than the bottom. The GM's have made it clear...two from each block will move on and I'm going to claim the TOP spot in Block A. I'm not looking to backdoor my way in the next round. See I've been in a tournament here in the EWC...the Tournament of Power...

Salvatore: Well to be fair James Tyson did bring the ToP to Prime...the Tournament of Prime.

Xavier Reid: And it was a train wreck Jenna. I swept through my Block in the ToP and I'm looking to do the same thing here at the G1...and it starts with Nevaeh., a former Indy Champion that I know will be a threat out there even if the past results don't back it up.

Jenna Salvatore: Well to be fair she had quality wins against two other in the G1 in Killjoy Ito and someone you know well... El Pablo.

Xavier Reid: Great and how did she back it up? With a loss to Stitches. A quality win is great Jenna but means nothing if you can back it up in your next match...and the next match after that. Nevaeh is good for a win here and there but her problem is building momentum. The roster she presided over as the champion is a shell of the talent that's here now...a roster that keeps beating her time and time again. I understand her shitty attitude because she spent a year being reminded that her time has past. She's had to watch people walk in and vault over here time and time again and now she sees me, someone not of Prime walk in and watches as people talk about Xavier Reid winning the Block, about people like Stitches a lock to be in the top two spots...people like...

But Xavier pauses and looks off camera as a handful of Skittles comes showering down over the head of Xavier and Jenna like confetti falling from the ceiling...the camera zooms out to show El Pablo standing off to the side.

Volando: Well this is just awkward...

El Pablo: 'Sup, bros and sons of dad's bros?

Reid scowls at his brother, while Tlatoani furrows his brow as he attempts to wrap his masked head around EP's greeting.

El Pablo: I couldn't help overhearing - and, y'know, Nevaeh and I have never really seen eye to eye, but I've gotta say, she's got a point: this is the PRIME G1, so I can see why a few people are a little peeved about the idea of an outsider coming in and stealing someone else's spot. Course...it's nothing new to me.

EP stares down Reid for a moment, before his attention gets diverted by a muted shout from Tlatoani.

Volando: This is Xavier's time, Pablo! We're taking over PRIME, just like we took over La Familia!

EP shifts his gaze to find his cousin has bravely taken up position behind Reid, Nikki, Jenna and a small cluster of crew members who happened to be ambling past. EP smirks, pulling a packet of Skittles from his pocket.

El Pablo: Is that right?

The Technicolour Tecnico tosses a handful of the candy pieces into his mouth.

El Pablo: We'll see. Everything's certainly fallen pretty well into place for you so far - for the most part. Course, this is gonna be a whole different kettle of Skittles from anything you've faced so far, these last couple of years.

The smirk becomes a scowl, as EP moved almost nose-to-nose with his brother.

El Pablo: This ain't no Uprising anymore, Xavier. You're riding towards a full-scale Rainbowlution...and when the time finally comes that you and I are standing across that ring from one another...you're gonna see whose redemption story we're really living.

Xavier smirks and his tone takes a 180.

Xavier Reid: You know I remember a certain member of the Prime roster coming into the FSW and taking a spot in our ToP but you want to know the difference big brother? You didn't here all of us bitching and moaning. Maybe that says something about the Prime roster...maybe they fear the outsiders. Maybe people like Nevaeh want an easy night and not a challenge but you guys want me to be the outsider that's fine. I'll be that guy for you and the rest of the roster. I'll play my role because at the end of all this...I GET YOU. So I'll take the barbs...the looks...knowing that I'm not wanted here. I'll be the most hated man in Prime because I GET YOU...and it will all be worth it.

From behind the group Tlatoani laughs.

Tlatoani Volando: How do you like THOSE SKITTLES!!

EP smirks again, largely at the misplaced bravado of his cousin.

El Pablo: I'll be waiting. See you 'round, bro - give my regards to our uncle, won't you?

With that, EP turns to leave - however, he promptly spins back around.

El Pablo: Oh, while I'm here: T? I never got a chance to give this back to you before the whole...'desert' fiasco.

EP digs into his pocket once more and frisbees a CD towards his cousin.

El Pablo: You're welcome.

EP disappears, leaving the rest pondering over the disc in Tlatoani's hands.

Dupree: Taste-T's Ultimate Super Cool Hip Hop Bangers Mixtape (Volume One)...?

Volando: Hahaha...this is...heh...this is not mine...

Xavier shakes his head and walks off in disgust.

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MATCH 5
<<G1 MATCH>>
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NEVAEH Vs
XAVIER REID

Everett: Next up we have a match between two megastars of EWC. But Nevaeh has it right. This Xavier Reid is an intruder. Waltzing into Prime, thinking he's better than anyone. Showing off his ill-fitting trunks on Uprising. How dare he?

Amsler: Nevaeh is getting a little too big for her britches if you ask me. Xavier Reid, possible future X-Division champion, gives a nice shine to this whole thing and I get it, it's 2019, but I was more focused on the weird bitter beer face than his twig n' berries. Whatever floats your boat, man.

Reid: The following match is for two points in the PRIME G1! First, now residing in New York City, weighing in at 220 pounds, XAVIER REID!

First from the right and then from the left as 'Papercut' starts to play out and smoke rises up from where the lightning hit stage as Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage, his arms crossed in a X over his chest as he stands at the top of the stage and looks out towards the ring.

Reid: And his opponent, coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVAEHHHHHH!

Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her long the way.

DING DING DING 

Nevaeh, determined to make her impact, started the match off right as the bell rang with a forearm shot right to the side of the head. It caught Reid off guard and allowed for former Indy champion to start to torture Reid with a variety of devious submissions. Reid kipped out of the vice like grip of Nevaeh's thighs but walked right into a deep arm drag where the devious woman began to manipulate the fingers of the "intruder" in unnatural ways. Reid tried to fight it off but Nevaeh dug a knee into the base of his spine and adjusted down into bending that elbow the wrong way. Eventually, Reid fought out of with three sharp elbows through her midsection. Reid ducked under a spinning back from Nevaeh and knocked her down with an European Uppercut. Realizing just what fight he was in for, he went for the kill by vaulting off the top rope for X-Marks The Spot. Wasn't enough, though.

Everett: Reid comes to us with obnoxiously named repertoire and while it sure looked pretty, it wasn't enough to put the lovely Nevaeh away.

Amsler: Oh, she's good, sure. But Reid is determined to cement a legacy of his own. I can't fathom what this girl's motives are. I can make some guesses.

Everett: How forward of you.

Reid started to show some frustration when he rolled through a sunset flip attempt as she bounded off the ropes and transitioned into the Indy Stomp. The cameras caught a little trickle of blood from Nev's nose as she rolled away from the move. Reid was psyched up. He called his shot. He looked for Nevaeh's X-tiction but it never got started. He gutwrenched her up into the air for the buckle bomb but Nev used her nails to rake across Reid's eyes. She landed on her feet, spun around Reid and tried to send him for his Fall from Grace. Denied. Reid held onto the ropes. Reid went high risk, leaped over the top rope, back over for a springboard flying fist but Nev sucked him with a devastating spear. With the wind knocked out of him, and with a great show of strength, Nevaeh twisted Reid like a pretzel. Her teeth gritted, marked by blood, as she poured everything into lifting Reid just off the mat as she Exiled the intruder from this bout. Reid with nowhere to go had no choice but to submit to Nevaeh.

DING DING DING 

Reid: The winner of this match via submission, NEVAEH!

Everett: Mr. Reid does the right thing and taps. That modified scorpion crosslock is a nasty little number.

Amsler: Only took a little blood to get her off her keister because Reid was running away with it.

Everett: And you accuse me of not paying attention.

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MATCH 6
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WAYLON GRAVES Vs
KRISTIAN BANE Vs
AEON KHRONOS

Everett: We have a triple threat match coming up, and I think I'll enjoy this more than most of our viewers. They have no appreciation for nuance.

Amsler: No appreciation for cockbags, I think you mean. I think the least offensive choice for most people in this match is the one that says he's from the fucking future.

Reid: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! First, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 315 pounds....Kristian Bane!

The arena goes dark, a slow booming sound can be heard and BAM! Pyros shoot off as 'The Vengeful One' blares. Kristian Bane walks out in front of the crowd. Bane walks methodically to the ring. He waits in the ring for his next victim.

Reid: Next, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 264 pounds, the Gravedigger...Waylon Graves!

More Human than Human plays while the lights dim. Pyro erupts on stage, showering the area in an eerie green light that strobes. Waylon Graves emerges and marches down towards the ring. Waylon pulls himself onto the ring apron and over the ropes into the ring where he sheds the duster and tosses it back out of the ring.

Reid: Their opponent, from the Edge of Time Itself, weighing in at 180 pounds...Aeon Khronos!

The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of The Time Wizard himself. The fans continue booing, but Aeon pays them no mind as he makes his way to the ring, sliding in with a smirk on his face.

DING DING DING

The match started with a staredown, nose-to-nose, between Bane and Graves. Khronos was all too happy to let the two monsters snarl and posture at each other, eventually throwing heavy blows at each other. Bane eventually hit a heavy right on Graves that sent him reeling back into the ropes, teetering dangerously close to falling out of the ring. Bane followed and grabbed his arm, but in an impressive show of strength, Graves overcame the 50 pound weight disadvantage to reverse the Irish Whip, sending Bane along instead. Bane telegraphed his Hit'n'Run clothesline, but Graves ducked to avoid it, catching Bane and hitting his sidewalk slam instead. When he went to drop into a cover is when Khronos came out of his corner and struck, wrapping his arms around Graves. It looked impossible, but Khronos tried to German suplex the big man! Whether it was actually impossible or not, Graves hooked his leg to prevent it, but as soon as he did that, Khronos dropped to the mat and yanked Graves's feet off the mat, tripping him! As soon as Graves was down, Khronos transitioned to a front headlock to try to wear down Graves.

Everett: Khronos wise to not play into the strength of his opponents here. Glad to know they still teach the basics at the Time Wizard Academy.

Amsler: I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not. Oh, did they not accept you and now you're all bitter? That explains so much! If I stab you, will you regenerate into less of an asshole?

Everett: Given you will have just stabbed me, I find it unlikely.

It didn't take long for Graves to start powering out of the headlock, and even as he got to his feet, Khronos was still trying to take him back down. He tried to pull back for a DDT, but Graves just planted his foot forward to stop himself, then he grabbed Khronos by the waist and back body dropped him halfway across the ring. At that exact moment, however, Bane charged in and blasted Graves with the Hit'n'Run he tried for earlier in the match! He starts lifting Graves up so he can put him into position for his triple powerbomb. The crowd boos as he heaves Graves up into the air, slamming him down with a thunderous impact. Bane snarls as he lifts Graves up and slams him down for a second powerbomb. As he raises him up for the third powerbomb, Khronos recovers and launches himself with a chop block at Bane, shaking his foundation and making him crumble to the mat, Graves falling awkwardly to the mat and rolling sluggishly to the outside. Khronos knees Bane to a prone position before lifting up his huge arm. He hooks his leg around Bane's head and reaches for his far leg. With great effort he yanks it back and pulls the arm toward him, and with so little to work with, Bane isn't able to get any leverage and he's forced to tap out!

DING DING DING

Reid: Here is your winner, by submission...Aeon Khronos!

Everett: Whether or not he is from where, or when, he says, Khronos racks up another win.

Amsler: It's almost a shame he missed out on a spot in the G1 so we could see him get kicked around by the El Pablos and Carlos Ruizes of the world. Almost.

Everett: Your ability to dehumanize is disturbing.

Amsler: I don't dehumanize, I simply fantasize. Like right now, as I picture Khronos popping your head off with his fancy toy.

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The camera cuts to the backstage area inside KBS Hall where the cameras pick up 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love as he talks to Jun Yao, friend and financial backer of Killjoy Ito.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: You got them here...all of them?

Jun who ushers the group of girls he brought to the show with them into their private room turns back around to look at Tommy.

Jun Yao: Yeah, backed the jet with everyone, his mom and dad...his uncle and aunt...hell any Ito I could roundup is here...plus a few from the Akio Dojo including Sasaki...I have Kitsune Kyoto rented out for the after party so it's now all up to you to make damn sure Killjoy gets his armed raised out there tonight.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: He's ready.

Jun Yao: He better be Tommy, I can't tell you how important tonight is...the media covering tonight's show is crazy, anyone and everyone worth a damn is covering Prime #042 and they have all requested time with Killjoy after the match...I set up a special room for him to do his press conference at the club and if he falls tonight...well the media is going to tear him apart...Prime has smart to kick this G1 here in the HOME of the G1 but as the lone Japanese wrestler in this G1 all the pressure is on this kid...so he has to be ready.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: He's ready, listen 2019 is all about the G1.

Jun Yao: Yet your face was all over FSW's Uprising this week.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: That's business Jun...you are paying me to make Killjoy a champion here in the EWC and he has a win over the current FSW Champion and at Thunder beat former FSW Champion Magdalena Lockheart which makes him a contender for that FSW Championship and we would be a fool not to make a run for that championship BUT...I also know what the G1 means to Killjoy so I promised him our venture into FSW will not take away from putting him into position to win the G1.

Jun Yao: I expect...we ALL expect him to be in the Top Two of his Block and advance Tommy, anything less well...

But he is cut off by the arrival of Jenna Salvatore and her camera crew, Jun turns his face so not to be caught on camera and gives Tommy a nod and walks into the private room where the girls had gone into a bit earlier as Jenna taps on Tommy's shoulder.

Jenna Salvatore: Tommy, a quick word?

Tommy's mood changes as he turns and smiles into the camera.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: A quick word...Jenna we are in Japan, the home country of Killjoy Ito as Prime kicks off the G1 where the G1 all started and Killjoy is going to blow the roof off KBS Hall tonight when he comes out to the ring, he has an entire country behind him not just tonight here in Japan but during this entire G1, see Jenna Japan will allow Prime to use the G1 but make no mistake about it they want one of their own to WIN the G1...and for Killjoy it all starts tonight. Not too long ago he was just like those kids out there tonight, sitting and watching the stars of Japan give it their all to try and win the G1 and they dream of one day being those stars...inside that ring...competing in the G1 and Jenna...that days is NOW for Killjoy Ito.

Jenna Salvatore: But do you think the pressure might be TOO much for Killjoy...I have seen first hand the way people have come out this week for him, the lines at the meet and greet, the media request for interviews and photo-shoots, he's been pulled in 100 directions this week and one has to wonder if the pressure might get to him out there tonight?

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Jenna you need not worry, Killjoy is ready and can't wait to get out to that ring here tonight and wrestler in front of HIS friends and family...in front of HIS fans, listen you hear it all the time here in the EWC, stars begging ownership to book a show in their hometown or close to there they grew up so they can give back to the fans that have been behind them from the start only to choke so badly they wish they could have been in any other town that night...but tonight will not be the case Jenna, this crowd here tonight is going to fuel Killjoy to the 2 points a win over Khaos will get him.

Jenna Salvatore: Well now that you bring up Khaos, who himself has ties to Japan-

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: I'm going to stop you right there Jenna, listen everyone wants to make their claims to how they have ties to Japan...it's the cool thing to do at the moment but he lost me the moment he said...and I quote: 'I am respected like their own' only to say moments later that he was presented the mask he wears now as a 'plea to leave' for hurting too many of their stars.

Tommy lowers his head and shakes it.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Listen I don't pretend to be an expert of the Japanese culture but I'll say this, they never want their own to leave, EVER!!!! They want their stars tough and physical and would NEVER shun someone for being too strong at strong style so stop trying to spread that narrative on why you left Japan.

Jenna Salvatore: This seems to have hit a nerve with you.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: You know what it has and you know why Jenna, this man wants to compare himself to Killjoy Ito and make a claim that these fans, Killjoy's fans might just respect him a little more because Killjoy has ME in his corner, that might be the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Just wait until Killjoy's music hits, this place is going to go crazy and then wait until he's introduced...the heat this man will get and it won't be because he rough up a few Japanese wrestlers years ago, no, it will be because he's facing Killjoy and each and every one of them will want to see Killjoy choke this guy out and for one night...and one night only good old Tommy Love will be cheered in a manner reserved for those poor saps that do a Make A Wish trip once a week.

Jenna Salvatore: You know you are a terrible man right?

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Yeah I do but not here and not tonight, right now in this moment I'm the manager of the next great Japanese wrestling star and that makes me loved and Khaos is standing in my way of being a national hero so we are going to turn the nightmare into roadkill out there tonight, collect out 2 points and move on to the national celebration a win will bring here tonight.

Jenna Salvatore: Well best of luck...to Killjoy Ito out there tonight.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: I see what you did there, well don't come looking to crash the victory party later tonight.

Tommy smiles and pats Jenna on the top of her head as he walks off camera.

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MATCH 7
<<G1 MATCH>>
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KILLJOY ITO Vs
KHAOS

Everett: Up next is one of the G1 matches that I have been looking forward to most tonight as Khaos and Killjoy Ito collide in what is bound to be a show-stealer. Not only are both of these athletes of the highest caliber, but they're also both absolutely ruthless, and I personally believe that is when absolute magic happens in that ring.

Amsler: If only Tommy Love would keep his bloated ass backstage instead of ruining it, huh?

Everett: ...no comment.

Amsler: HA! I knew I'd make point that you wouldn't be able to argue with me... and there it is!

Reid: This G1 match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds, accompanied by Tommy Love... 'THE FUTURE ACE' KILLJOY ITO!

The lights fade out as 'Deeper Deeper' begins to play, the fans hitting their feet to cheer the only man from their homeland to make it into the G1. Tommy Love is exuberant as he emerges from the back, leading Killjoy Ito out to an ovation that earns the faintest of smiles from the Young Lion. Both men head down to the ring, drinking in the hero's welcome as Killjoy climbs into the ring, a rare display of playing to the crowd calling back to earlier in his career before his music fades.

Reid: His opponent, from an unknown location, weighing in at 210 pounds... KHAOS!

The arena goes pitch black and "Sweet Dreams (Are made of these)" starts to play as a single light shines on to the stage, moments later Khaos walks out slowly, head tilted to the side, laughing as he makes his way slowly down the ramp. He walks up the steps and slowly gets into the ring, laughing the whole time. Khaos removes his coat and paces to and fro, his gaze never leaving Ito.

DING DING DING

The pair of speedsters set the ring afire with counter after counter soon after the match began, the usual collar-and-elbow tie-up abandoned in favor of a dodged forearm strike on Khaos' part. What followed was an impressive sequence of near-misses and dodges that ended with both men staring each other down and the crowd on their feet. Khaos was the one to break the temporary peace, rushing Killjoy who sidestepped without thinking... but that was what Khaos expected since he springboarded off the ropes with a dropkick that knocked Ito onto his back! Getting up quickly, Khaos connected with the Red Arrow leg drop in an attempt to make Ito's Worst Nightmare come true. Unfortunately for Khaos, the cheers of the fans inspired Ito to kick out at two. Frustration made itself clear in how Khaos pounded his fist against the mat while Tommy Love did his best to encourage his client to get back up to his feet.

Everett: It seems that the alleged origins of Khaos's mask has somehow made these Japanese fans even more supportive of Killjoy, if such a thing is possible. The Young Lion is showing incredible heart here, though Khaos looks like he wants to rip it right out of his chest.

Amsler: What's surprising me is that Tommy hasn't gotten his chubby little hands in this match yet. Can it be that being on the receiving end of some positive attention has him actually wanting to behave himself?

Pounding on the apron, Tommy inspired the crowd to clap in time with his movements as the chant he mentioned in his second promotional video was picked up by the crowd. Such served to only deepen Khaos's instability, the masked wrestler sending Ito into the ropes, the crowd jeering as he snagged his opponent and took him up and over with a belly-to-belly suplex. Screaming at the downed Killjoy, Khaos turned his ranting to the crowd sa he mounted the turnbuckle, readying himself for the Dreamweaver... but Killroy rolled out of the way at the last moment, Khaos crashing and burning as Tommy freaked out on the outside! Ito didn't need to be prompted to gather himself up, crouching in wait as Khaos began to get to his feet. He never got the chance, though, since Ito was roaring forth with the Kettei-da, the V-trigger knee knocking Khaos out cold! From there, the pin was academic, Khaos not stirring a bit as Killjoy got his first win in the G1 Tournament.

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner by pinfall... KILLJOY ITO!

Amsler: And it looks like you got your wish! Are you happy with the outcome - wait, are you fanning yourself?!

Everett: That was the GOOD stuff, there... and your bitching about Tommy Love was baseless as always!

Amsler: Hey, I'll admit when I'm wrong. Tommy let Killjoy have the spotlight tonight, something that the hometown hero deserved.

Everett: I bet the Japanese people are relieved to see that the monster that took down so many of their countrymen is down, but Khaos is not out... not by a longshot.

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From the backstage area of the KBS Hall, Candy is just about to step into her locker room. As she opens the door, Candy lets out a squeal of delight before running inside. Once the camera catches up to see what the commotion is about, we see that the room is filled with boxes of Kit Kats.

Candy: I dunno who put these here, but I don't care.

Candy is already in the process of ripping the closest box open and pulling one out.

Candy: Apparently one of my Sweet Treats wants to see me beat to my own Kit Kat tonight.

She rips the candy open and takes a bite as she turns toward the camera with a smile.

Candy: So I better get eating so I'm ready to defend my Indy Championship. Not that I'm not ready as it is. But this candy is mighty tasty sooooo...

Candy returns to her attention to the candy bar and begins munching away as the scene heads to ringside.

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MATCH 8
<<G1 MATCH>>
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EL PABLO Vs
JORDAN SHARPE

Everett: Let's see who grabs another two points in the Prime G1. El Pablo takes on Jordan Sharpe. Mr. Sharpe looks out of place in this business now at his comparatively advanced age and poor cardiovascular regiment but he finds success in spite of that. He has El Pablo as his opponent and for this young man, he had an up and down 2018. Always the bridesmaid but never the bride as the saying going. But here he is. In the hottest thing going in EWC today.

Amsler: Are you just going to keep blabbing on? That's how you're going to talk about these two? You taking the piss, man? These two are great additions to the Prime G1.

Everett: If it were called Past Their Prime G1.

Amsler: Let's see you get in there with them.

Reid: The following match is for two points in the PRIME G1! First, From the Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England... Weighing in at 195 pounds...He is the Technicolour Tecnico, and the Leader of the Rainbowlution... ELLLLL PABLOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Search lights scan across the stage and over the raucous crowd as 'Freeee (Ghost Town Pt. 2)' by Kids See Ghosts begins to blare from the speakers. As the overdriven guitar of the verse kicks in, El Pablo bursts out through the curtain, tossing a palmful of Skittles into the air.

Reid: And his opponent, from Woodstock, NB, Canada and weighing in at 220 pounds, JORDAN 'FREAKING' SHARPE!

Mein Herz Brennt' by Rammstein plays and Jordan Sharpe makes his way out, determined as ever.

DING DING DING

Apprehensively the two competitors shook hands. From there, El Pablo used his speed to figuratively run circles around the bigger man. Jordan managed to get his hands on Pablo for a belly to back suplex attempt but the Vegas luchadore manages to flip out of it and land on his feet. He ducked a wild back elbow, spun Sharpe around and jacked him with a sitout jawbreaker. JFS stumbled backwards and was propelled out of the ring with dropkick right on the button. El Pablo got the crowd into it and dive through the ropes. But Jordan stepped aside.

Everett: Jordan Sharpe promised El Pablo that he would get a better, stronger opponent. All I see is someone who is gassed. That he was through just surviving. That's one way to get back into it. And a very dumb risk taken by El Pablo.

Amsler: Pardon the pun but they both look sharp out there. They both look hungry and determined to prove their points here. It's a clash of styles but sometimes opposites make some beautiful music.

JFS took full advantage of that perceived mistake. He showed some aggression. Perhaps taking 2018's frustrations out on El Pablo but shoving him shoulder first into the steel steps. He just managed to beat the 10 count but continued on the assault. He began to dominate El Pablo. He smashed into the smaller man with The Freaking Boot and when he didn't let him hit the mat, he followed up with the Ode to Milo. He tossed the Skittles obsessed masked man half way across the ring and seemingly secured the victory if only El Pablo hadn't put his foot on the bottom rope. Even more frustrated, Sharpe looked to end it for good with the Sharpeknife but Pablo slipped out of the full nelson and knocked him senseless with an overhead kick. From there El Pablo made Sharpe Taste the Rainbow for the three count!

DING DING DING

Reid: The winner of this match via pinfall, EL PABLO!!

Everett: Jordan Sharpe looked ferocious in this bout but one mistake later, El Pablo gets the win and those very important 2 points. And Jordan Sharpe blows another opportunity.

Amsler: It's only their first match up in the Prime G1. We've got a long way to go, Everett. Sharpe has nothing to be ashamed of falling to a former Indy Champion.

Everett: Jordan Sharpe should be ashamed of his own reflection.

Amsler: If you aren't, then he's allowed not to be. Our main event is up next!

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SINGLES MATCH
<<G1 MATCH>>
<<INDY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH>>

RICHARD GARCIA Vs
CANDY

The scene cuts back to ringside.

Amsler: It is now time for our first main event of the year!

Everett: That wouldn't be all that exciting by itself, but it's also an Indy Championship match, and per the General Manager's decree on Prime #39, whoever holds the Indy Championship at the end of the group stage earns three extra points, which could be vital in determining who goes to the final match.

Amsler: All I know is that if someone who would get in is skipped over because of that bonus, they are going to be pissed.

Everett: They should have worked harder to win their match against the champ, then.

The camera cuts to Damon Reid in the middle of the ring.

Reid: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall. It is a G1 Classic Block B match, and it is also for the Indy Championship!

"Live To Win" by Paul Stanley hits as the crowd get to their feet to await the man that is about to enter through the entrance curtains. Smoke billows through the entrance curtain and out onto the stage. The lights are dim and with every guitar riff during the first verse the lights flash in unison.

"Frustrated, degraded, down before you're done"

"Rejection, depression, can't get what you want"

"You ask me how I make my way"

"You ask me everywhere and why"

"You hang on every word I say"

"But the truth sounds like a lie"

"LIVE TO WIN!"

As soon as the song kicks in Richard Garcia bursts through the entrance curtains to an uproar from the crowd. The lights continue to flash in unison with the guitar riffs. Richard Garcia screams to the heavens above with excitement and then makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as he passes by.

Reid: Introducing first, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 213 pounds, the "Phoenix Star"...Richard Garcia!

Once Richard Garcia reaches the bottom of the ramp he rushes towards the ring and slides into the ring before climbing up to the nearest turnbuckle and spreading his arms out, eagle-winged and screaming in excitement.

Richard Garcia jumps off of the turnbuckle and pumps himself up whilst waiting for his opponent to enter the ring.

Amsler: I'm really looking forward to this one, Micah.

Everett: Are we really that familiar already after only two hours?

Amsler: Look, old man, I'm just trying to make the best of this. You should do the same if you don't want to have a heart attack before the tournament's over.

Everett: Then please, enlighten us as to why you're so eager.

Amsler: Garcia and Candy are both top notch competitors, as you well know, and they won't even tear down their opponents to get there.

Everett: As delightful as that sentiment is, they definitely do, just not verbally. I don't suppose you'd know any other ways to break someone's spirits.

Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage. As Candy finishes showing off her moves, she stands at the top of the ramp for moment as she points to the championship around her waist.

Reid: His opponent, making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome your Indy Champion, "The Sweet Treat"...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!

After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy unstraps the title from her waits and shows it off to the cheering crowd as she waits for her music to subside.

Everett: Now I suppose you're going to be pulling for Candy, then. Girl power, and what not.

Amsler: I'd love to say I'm surprised, but I've spent the last two hours sitting next to you.

Everett: What happened to making the best of things, then?

Amsler: Tit for tat, titfuck. Play nice and I'll play nice. Give me some rope and I'll tie you up, leave you in Stitches' locker room, and call next PRIME with whatever's left.

Everett: So. G1 Classic, then? We've seen group matches all night so far, but this will definitely be the one to set the tone for the rest of the tournament.

Amsler: Glad you've got at least two brain cells left to rub together.

Official Niklaus Forbes makes sure Garcia and Candy both know the stakes for this match, then he holds up the Indy Championship for everyone else to see. The proceedings out of the way, he signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

Candy walks forward and offers her hand for a hand shake. The crowd cheers as Garcia comes forward and takes the hand, shaking it amicably. The cheers increase in volume before they step back and start circling around the ring. After about a second, Candy smiles and raises her arms, calling for a collar-and-elbow tie-up, earning a lot of laughs from a cheerful crowd.

Amsler: I mean, I like the callback, but this is definitely a bad idea.

Everett: It's a bad idea by a factor of two.

Amsler: What in the motherfuck are you on about?

Everett: Candy is half Garcia's weight. By a factor of two means--

Amsler: I'm sorry, I've suddenly stopped giving a shit.

Everett: Well here's something you might be more interested in.

Everett's referring to Garcia launching an early superkick attempt at Candy, trying to take her off-balance early. Candy is too savvy to fall for this, of course, and ducks under it. In the same motion she launches a low dropkick to Garcia, who takes the kick while it's the only leg holding him up, and he crumples to the mat. He is quick to get up, but Candy has already gotten the opening she needs to take the initiative, and by the time Garcia is up to his feet, Candy grabs him in a headlock. She wrenches this for a few seconds before running forward and trying to run forward into a bulldog, but Garcia just uses the run-up to throw Candy off and into the ropes. As she comes bounding back, he moves forward to nail a shoulder block, but Candy slides between his legs. Garcia whirls around as Candy jumps up to her feet, then up further in a hurricanrana that is immediately reversed when Garcia throws her to the canvas with a quick powerbomb. Candy arches her back as Garcia falls into the first pin attempt of the match, hooking a leg on his way down.

1...

2...

Candy kicks out right at two. The crowd cheers, and Garcia looks unsurprised.

Amsler: Well you were right this time. A great opening sequence.

Everett: Garcia knows how dangerous the champion can be firsthand, so it's no surprise he's trying to end things quickly.

Amsler: Aw, he can learn. You'll be bearable by the end of this.

Everett: That will make one of us.

Garcia sits Candy up before she can get away and slips an arm around her neck, pulling back in a dragon sleeper. Candy is quick to try to bridge up out of it, arms flailing as she searches for the way out. Garcia starts standing up, intending to pull her back further, but as soon as her feet are under her, Candy pulls herself up and over, her legs finding purchase around Garcia's neck before pulling him over in a headscissor takeover. She stays on the mat for a second, recovering from the dragon sleeper as Garcia scrambles to the ropes, letting his momentum carry him to safety. They reach their feet around the same time, each giving the other a knowing look before proceeding to circle the ring again.

Neither wrestler bothers asking for a lock-up this time, but it is Candy that tries to break the stalemate, shooting in and grabbing Garcia behind the neck, looking for her patented jawbreaker. Garcia brings his arms up to break her grip, then jumps up to try and hit his leaping cutter, but Candy pushes away from that predicament. As Garcia staggers, trying to right himself in midair from missing the Wasted Sacrifice, Candy tries to drape her leg around to hit the leg DDT, but instead of a Candy Blast, Garcia ducks out of the way. He reaches up as he does, keeping hold of Candy's leg, but she simply launches herself up and blasts Garcia in the head with an enzuigiri! Garcia topples over, and as soon as his shoulders are both down, she scrambles into a cover of her own.

1...

2...

Garcia kicks out almost exactly as quickly as Candy had earlier, and the crowd cheers again. Candy's reaction is similarly unimpressed, yet unsurprised.

Amsler: These two know each other so well. It's only been a few months since their last clash, I'm not surprised there are so many counters.

Everett: They are both professionals who know the stakes, I'm sure even without that, this would be a highly competitive contest.

Amsler: And I'm sure that you don't have a fucking clue what's actually at stake for them. But I forgive you. This time.

Everett: I neither want nor need your pity.

Amsler: Well that's not what you got, but I'll take it back anyway.

Candy tries to push Garcia down to do a rear chinlock, but Garcia doesn't take long to start pushing himself to his feet. Candy transitions to a side headlock and Garcia tries to push her off again, but Candy slides along the mat, pulling Garcia down again, this time in a grounded headlock. He smacks the mat in frustration as Candy wrenches the headlock. He's quick to wrap his arms around her to pull her over onto her shoulders.

1...

2...

Candy kicks out just in time, yanking herself back into the grounded headlock position. Garcia starts pushing himself up again, but instead of pushing her forward, he wraps his arms around her waist again, this time lifting her up and pulling her down in a back suplex! He immediately shifts himself backwards and sits Candy up a bit, then pulls her arms back and wraps his legs around them and behind her neck, causing the champion to start crying out in pain in a full nelson leg lock. However, she is quick to plant her feet and start pushing herself up into a bridge again, the act of which forces Garcia's shoulders down.

1...

2...

Garcia releases the lock and throws his shoulder up, letting Candy reclaim her arms and roll quickly out of harm's way.

Amsler: Trading submission holds and counters now. At the rate this is going, I wouldn't be surprised if they tried punching each other's fists.

Everett: I would be. But I kind of want to see it. I know whose fist would win.

Amsler: And exactly how long did you spend working out what would happen if they did, since I know you're so keen on knowing things.

Everett: About forty-five minutes. It wasn't this exactly, but it was similar. I'm pretty sure this won't result in Garcia punching clear through Candy's arm, but a man can dream.

Amsler: And a woman can dream of Candy punching clear through your arm.

As Garcia is pushing himself up, Candy is clutching an arm that apparently got twisted during that leg nelson. She's determined to put the heat on, still, and she charges in, going for a forearm strike of some description, but Garcia gets his feet up in a dropkick that drops Candy hard. As soon as she's down, Garcia grabs the arm that Candy was favoring and draws it out. Candy springs to life as soon as she feels that Garcia is going to start trying to lock in an armbar and she rolls herself over so she can reach him to launch frenzied punches to break his grip, so he changes it on the fly, putting a hand on the back of her shoulder and twisting the arm to put pressure on it from behind. Candy flips forward to relieve the pressure, and while Garcia was ready to drop into an armbar the instant she was on her back, she also got close to the ropes, so she could drape an ankle over it and send the official after Garcia for the rope break. He wrenches on the armbar for a second or two, but as soon as Forbes raises his hands to start the count, he lets go, releasing Candy and moving to the center of the ring while Candy starts pulling herself up with the ropes.

Amsler: Garcia is really going after that arm.

Everett: Candy made a critical mistake by favoring it. It's now a huge target, particularly because she can no longer utilize it for her Candy Crusher.

Amsler: She hasn't been champion for nine months by accident, Micah.

Everett: We've been over this.

Amsler: I'm sure she'll figure out a way to work around it. If I can work around you, she can work around a busted arm.

Garcia pushes past the ref to try to pull Candy back into the match, but Candy responds by booting Garcia in the face to push him back. When he's staggered, Candy rushes forward and leaps up, good arm forward to pull him down in a big sitout jawbreaker! The crowd pops when she lands the one-armed CCR. Garcia immediately falls back to the canvas, motionless and positioned in front of one of the turnbuckles. The crowd starts to cheer louder as Candy steps through the ropes and starts climbing up. It's slower going than normal because one arm is uncomfortable, but she shakes that one out before climbing the rest of the way to the top rope. She sets herself for the leap to come, looking down at Garcia's motionless form.

Candy raises her arms to start building momentum, but before she can stop herself, Garcia springs to his feet! She leaps off in a 450 Splash attempt, but Garcia catches her mid-flight, arm draped across her neck briefly before forcing her entire body back the other direction as he slams her down with an improvised Shouten! As he slams her down in the Uranagi position, he quickly goes for a leg to hook.

1...

2...

3!

DING DING DING

Damon is momentarily stunned before remembering to do his job as Garcia rolls off of the vanquished champion.

Reid: Here is your winner and NEW Indy Champion...Richard Garcia!

Amsler: I won't pretend to be disappointed, but Candy had an excellent run of it, so she has nothing to be disappointed about.

Everett: She has plenty to be disappointed about, Sandra. She has gone from holding two belts to none in about a month. It seems your girl power can't account for everything.

Amsler: She held the Indy Championship nine months longer than you ever will, Micah, and did magnificently, particularly in the period when she was defending two titles. You can't even win one argument at a time, let alone fight two battles.

Everett: Regardless of the level of falseness of your points, we should focus on the new champion, Richard Garcia. He certainly has his job cut out for him. He has to defend that belt four times if he wants the extra points.

By now, Forbes has gotten the title from the timekeeper and has brought it over to Garcia. He hands it to Garcia who holds it in his hands in front of him as tears run down his cheeks, his lips moving in what must be a prayer to his father. Candy, for her part, understands the sanctity of the moment and doesn't disturb him beyond a pat of his shoulder and murmured congratulations.

Everett: The show of class here tonight exemplifies what the EWC is all about. For all that I may disapprove of certain members of the roster and how they behave, that takes away nothing from their talent and heart.

Amsler: ...which is a direct contradiction of most of the shit you've said tonight. But you know what? It's time for us to bring this premiere to an end, so I'm not gonna argue with you. Instead, I'm going to thank everyone that tuned in tonight.

Everett: Agreed. This is Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler, signing off. Have a wonderful night everyone!

Amsler: Bye guys!

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RESULTS SUMMARY/CREDITS

G1 MATCH
FRANKIE ROMONO VERSUS STITCHES
WINNER: STITCHES
WRITER: OPTIMUS PRIME

BRUTUS VERSUS TERRA WALKER
WINNER: TERRA WALKER
WRITER: MEGATRON

G1 MATCH
JONTY KELLY VERSUS CARLOS RUIZ
WINNER: CARLOS RUIZ
WRITER: JBC

AARON WHALEN VERSUS CARRIE SAMSON
WINNER: AARON WHALEN
WRITER: OPTIMUS PRIME/MEGATRON

G1 MATCH
NEVAEH VERSUS XAVIER REID
WINNER: NEVAEH
WRITER: JBC

WAYLON GRAVES VERSUS KRISTIAN BANE VERSUS AEON KHRONOS
WINNER: AEON KHRONOS
WRITER: MEGATRON

G1 MATCH
KILLJOY ITO VERSUS KHAOS
WINNER: KILLJOY ITO
WRITER: OPTIMUS PRIME

G1 MATCH
JORDAP SHARPE VERSUS EL PABLO
WINNER: EL PABLO
WRITER: JBS

G1 MATCH
INDY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
RICHARD GARCIA VERSUS CANDY
WINNER: RICHARD GARCIA - NEW CHAMPION!
WRITER: MEGATRON


SHOW MVP: RICHARD GARCIA

SEGMENTS SUBMITTED BY:

CANDY
CARRIE SAMSON
HEPHAESTUS
KILLJOY ITO
NEVAEH
XAVIER REID