PRIME #047 - CAMEROON

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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 #47
APRIL 22ND 2019



LIVE! from the Yaoundé Multipurpose Sports Complex in Yaoundé Cameroon

EWC PRIME
LIVE! from London, England
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 on ringside at Yaoundé Multipurpose Sports Complex, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.

Micah Everett: Hello and welcome to PRIME! We are coming to you live from Central Africa, here in Cameroon at the Yaoundé Multipurpose Sports Complex 

Sandra Amsler: We have an amazing show tonight!

Everett: We finally have the thrilling conclusion to the G1 Tournament that has a Fatal Fourway and the Indy Championship on the line

Amsler: Tonight we have Romono taking on Owensby in what should be an exciting opener for us. Then we have a Tag Team match that has taken twitter by story, Candy and Robbie Rayder are set to face Carrie and Orion Samson

Everett: Then we have Hope Diamond looking to continue her winning ways, taking on Kristian Bane. Followed by Evie Clifton and the debut of Vanita Thompson

Amsler: After that, Jonty Kelly and Jordan Sharp look to kill each other in the ring. Then El Pablo entertains Terra Walker for a night in the squared circle 

Everett: One of the biggest heavy hitting matches of the night .. which would Main Event any other show I'm sure .. Xavier Reid takes on Richard Garcia. The battle of former champions looking to gain some momentum & climb the rankings

Amsler: It all caps off with our highly highly highly anticipated Main Event. The conclusion to the G1. Weeks and weeks and weeks of build up all comes down this. A fatal four-way. The FSW Champion Stitches is in the house, as is our Indy Champion Carlos Ruiz and they will have giant targets on their backs as Killjoy Ito and Neveah both look to add some gold to their lives. Who will win? That's anyone's guess. Ruiz isn't ready to hand over the Indy Championship, but none of three chasing him are slouches. All four have a strong case to win, all four have the ability to win .. but only one of them can! We will get to our first match right after this message from EWCTV

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MATCH 1
»SINGLES«
Frankie Romono
Vs Owensby Smith

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Amsler: Welcome back to PRIME .. we are coming to you LIVE from the Yaoundé Multipurpose Sports Complex in Yaoundé Cameroon .. and this crowd is excited for some wrestling! Lets get to our first match shall we

Damon Reid: "On his way to the ring, weighing one-hundred-and-eighty-pounds, from Nashua, New Hampshire, please welcome 'The Man Without A Plan' ... OWENSBY ... SMITH!"

"Tonight" by Seether starts to play and a modest pyrotechnic show begins. Owensby Smith runs out on stage with his valet, Sara Michaels, in tow. Owensby hops, jumps, and skips down the ramp with a high-five for every fan along the way. He does a complete circle around the ring and heads back up the ramp to meet Sara. Her hand in his, the two head back down toward the ring.

Sandra Amsler: The man from the state with the motto Live Free or Die certainly living his best life right now, isn’t he?

Micah Everett: He’s taking this one for granite, I think.

On the ring apron, now, Owensby climbs up on the turnbuckle, facing outward at the fans, and then back-flips into the ring. Punching the air and bouncing around like a kid hyped up on sugar, Owensby riles up the fans in preparation for his upcoming match. ‘Tonight’ fades out, quickly replaced by Stone Sour’s “Absolute Zero,” and the fans cheer a little bit as Frankie Romono somberly makes his way down to the ring.

Micah Everett: I don’t get why The Psycho Killer looks like he’s being led to the slaughter.

Sandra Amsler: It’s true that things haven’t gone according to plan for Frankie Romono lately, as he practically peaked with his standout performance at Stable Wars. However, this is as good a time as any for the Blackheart to bounce back.

Romono nonchalantly walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes before going to his corner.

DING DING DING!

PRIME 47’s opener is underway, and Owensby wastes no time going after Romono, staggering him with a series of chops before using his speed to knock him down with a Running Clothesline! Romono rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope to take a quick breather, a bit shellshocked from the early offensive onslaught!

Sandra Amsler: Wow, what a start for Owensby Smith here! Nothing generic about his performance from the opening bell!

Micah Everett: Though also very much taken.

Upon Micah’s words, the camera briefly cuts to Sara Michaels at ringside, who’s cheering as Owensby implores the fans to get energized as he sizes up Romono on the outside. He quickly scales the nearest turnbuckle and gets himself aligned...

Sandra Amsler: He’s throwing caution to the wind here.

Micah Everett: Imagine…

Owensby bends his knees a bit, then launches himself forward for a 450 Splash… Romono gets to his feet… AND CONNECTS WITH A JUMPING HAYMAKER AS SMITH COMES AROUND TO COMPLETE THE ROTATION!

Micah Everett: JEEEEEAZUSSS!

Sandra Amsler: God, what a thud.

Micah Everett: Keep it in your pants, sister.

Sensing he has the advantage, Romono rolls Smith into the ring under the bottom rope to go for a quick cover, only for Owensby to kick out just as the referee’s hand hits the mat for 2! Romono then backs into a corner to size up Smith, exposing his knee as he pulls the pad down around his shin. Smith uses a turnbuckle to get himself back into a seated position with Romono set to strike with a running knee. Romono charges… SMITH EVADES, AND ROMONO’S KNEE GOES CRASHING INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! The Blackheart crumples in the corner clutching his knee, and that gives Smith the opening to go across the ring and scale the turnbuckle again, then launches himself…

Sandra Amsler: C 2 SHINING C!

Micah Everett: You know we’re in Cameroon, right?

Smith’s Coast to Coast connects perfectly, and he does a backward somersault before getting to his feet, Romono laid out in the corner. Romono’s slow to get to his feet, but once he props himself up against the turnbuckle… BOOT LICK FROM OWENSBY SMITH!!! Romono falls forward, and Smith covers…

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2!

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3!

DING DING DING!

Damon Reid: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… OWENSBY SMITH!!!

Sandra Amsler: What a high-impact start to the night as Owensby Smith is first on the board here in Cameroon!

Micah Everett: Instant karma got Frankie there, as he waited too long to execute the running knee, and that turned the tide.

Sandra Amsler: Indeed, and we’ll all shine on as PRIME continues!

As “Tonight” reprises, the referee raises Smith’s arm in triumph, and Sara greets Owensby at ringside as we head backstage

Carrie Samson is walking through the backstage area holding an apple as she had just came from catering. Isabelle Wentworth sees Carrie coming as she bangs on the locker room door.

Carrie: Hi Isabelle

Isabelle: Hey Care Bear. 

Carrie: Is Orion ready yet?

Orion opens the door as Carrie tosses her apple core away.

Orion: I am ready Carrie.

Carrie: I guess we should go make daddy proud.

Orion nods her head as she and Carrie head for the ring.

As cameras continue on backstage, we see Robbie and Candy Rayder talking among themselves when they approached by Jenna Salvatore.

Jenna Salvatore: Excuse me, guys…

At the sound of her voice, their conversation stopped as Candy gives the interviewer her attention.

Candy: What’s up, Jenna?

Jenna Salvatore: Just wondering what your thoughts are about having your husband at your side tonight here on Prime?

Candy: I think it’s pretty sweet.

Robbie chuckles.

Robbie Rayder: Were you expecting any other answer?

The interviewer thinks about it for a moment.

Jenna Salvatore: Guess not.

Candy: Robbie is usually hanging around here somewhere anyway for support. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had him lacing up his boot. As far as I’m concerned, this couldn’t have come at a better time. I think this is something we both need.

Jenna Salvatore: Would you agree?

Robbie Rayder: A smart man always agrees with his wife.

Jenna Salvatore: This is true.

She nods thoughtfully as she adds.

Jenna Salvatore: But all kidding aside, how do you feel heading into your match tonight with Carrie and Orion Samson?

Candy: Well, we’re about to put up and make them shut up.

The interviewer looks taken back by the Sweet Treat’s response.

Candy: What? Sorry if I’m not sounding like my normal sweet self. However, that’s what they asked of us, so that’s exactly what they’re going to get. I know they think they’re ready for us, but they’re about to find out just how far we’re willing to go to get ourselves off this losing streak.

Robbie Rayder: I’m sticking to what I said the other day. Before we’re through, we’re going to be riding on a Sugar High victory. But considering it’s Easter, you can go on a Sugar High a little early…

He pulls out some type of Eastery shaped candy and hands it to his wife.

Candy: It’s no wonder I love you.

Candy happily rips off the wrapper and begins to eat as she skips away while Robbie gives Jenna his final words.

Robbie Rayder: Rayders-Out!

With that, he follows after his wife as we head to ring side

MATCH 2
»TAG TEAM«
Candy and Robbie Rayder
Vs Carrie and Orion Samson

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Amsler: We just heard from the Samsons and then Candy and Robbie backstage .. but the time for talking is now over .. lets see who is the better Team tonight

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.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making her way to the ring from Candyland, weighing in at 106 pounds, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!

Amsler: Here tonight we get to see the second-ever tag team match for the Rayders as they take on Carrie and Orion Samson.

Everett: Candy teamed with the Indy Champion a fortnight ago and lost. How are we to expect this time will be any different?

Amsler: Well, first, Candy was teaming with a strange bed-fellow in Carlos Ruiz. As she stated, this time around she knows exactly who she is in bed with.

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 taunts the crowd until her music subsides.

The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance as 'Do You Wanna Start a War?' by Fozzy plays. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long red tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring.

Reid: And her tag team partner, from Key West, Florida, weighing in at 205 pounds... ROBBIE RAYDER!

Everett: Robbie Rayder has squandered opportunity after opportunity. Candy was the weak link a fortnight ago, but Robbie Rayder is an even weaker link. Do the math, these bunch of weak links don't stand a chance.

Amsler: You? Do math? I'd like to see that.

Robbie Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then runs towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He gets to a knee and smiles then gets to his feet, leaning out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd.

"The World Belongs to me" by My Darkest Days suddenly starts playing as Orion Samson steps out onto the stage with her wife Isabelle right by her side.

Reid: And their opponents, first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 137 pounds, being accompanied by Isabelle Wentworth... ORION SAMSON!

Orion Samson and wife Isabelle Wentworth stand at the top of the stage, look out at the audience before descending down the ramp. When Orion reaches the bottom, she gives Isabelle a kiss before slipping into the ring. She stands on the turnbuckle while posing for the fans.

Bright lights quickly start floating around the arena as "Roundtable Rival" by Lindsey Stirling begins to play.

Reid: And her tag team partner, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 119 pounds... CARRIE SAMSON!

Amsler: These two, in theory, would have the upper hand over a team with only a single tag team match under their belts. But Carrie and Orion Samson have struggled to gain traction of their own as a team, despite impressive showings against some of EWC's top teams.

Everett: These two are sisters and even they can't get on the right track enough to enter together. This match is going to be an absolute train wreck, a train wreck I am looking forward to experiencing.

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.

DING DING DING

Candy, determined to redeem herself from a fortnight ago, was adamant that she started the match for her team. Carrie Samson, the more energetic of the two sisters, started the match for her team. The two started the match by throwing each other at one another with a collar and elbow tie up, dancing around the ring and jockeying for position. Candy gained the upper hand, locking in a headlock, but Carrie Samson shoved Candy towards the ropes and attempted a clothesline, Candy ducked under it and connected with a Neckbreaker. Quick pinfall, quick kick out for Carrie Samson. The back and forth between the to continued for a good portion of the match until Robbie Rayder, eager to help his significant other, poked his head through the ropes, this distraction for Carrie Samson led to Candy gaining the upper hand, who tagged in Robbie Rayder

Everett: How do you expect to win matches when you are that hyper-active and distracted? Lucky we aren't competing outdoors, Carrie Samson would likely be distracted by a butterfly passing by.

Amsler: Carrie Samson may be hyper-active, but she is complimented by a focused and determined Orion Samson. The two make up for one another's strengths and weaknesses.

Everett: That doesn't help if Orion Samson remains dumb-founded on the apron.

Robbie Rayder continued to work over Carrie Samson but the hyper-energetic sister eventually managed to squirm her way out of Robbie Rayder's grasp, allowing her to tag in Orion Samson. Orion Samson, more focused than Carrie Samson, takes Robbie Rayder down with a few stiff clotheslines. Orion Samson attempted to pick up the prone Robbie Rayder, but he was quick to sweep her leg, gaining the advantage. With Orion Samson down, Robbie Rayder connected with the Shock And Awe; a combination of a side kick, a superkick and a sick kick which laid Orion Samson out. Robbie Rayder goes for the cover, but only gets a two. Robbie Rayder tried to capitalise on the fallen Orion Samson, attempting to lift her up for the Blitzkrieg German Suplex but Orion Samson connected with a ruthless elbow to the side of Robbie Rayder, stunning him for a brief moment. Orion Samson spun around and connected with a Discus Boot to the stunned Robbie Rayder before connecting with the Orion Slam. One, two, a two count was all she received.

Amsler: Robbie Rayder was rocked with that Discus Boot, let alone the impact of the Orion Slam from Orion Samson.

Orion Samson dragged the prone Robbie Rayder over to her corner of the ring, tagging Carrie Samson back into the ring. Having let go of Robbie Rayder to make the tag, Robbie Rayder was able to crawl slightly over to his corner of the ring. Realising this, Carrie Samson grabbed Robbie Rayder by the ankle, Robbie Rayder turned around, kicking her in the face with his other foot and tagged in Candy whilst Carrie Samson was stunned. Having made the hot tag, Candy charged back into the ring full of momentum, taking Carrie Samson down with a clothesline, followed by a drop toe hold and finalised with two boots to the face. Candy pinned Carrie Samson, but only a two count. Candy picked Carrie Samson up who shoved Candy into the ropes before she connected with a Somersault Neckbreacker. Carrie Samson followed up with several Hurracanrana variations in one fluid combination. The final Hurracanrana, however, wasn't the charm as Candy rolled her up with a sunset flip. Carrie Samson kicked out and backed into the corner of the ring. Candy charged towards Carrie Samson, Carrie Samson moved out of the way. Carrie Samson attempted the Roundtable Reunion Tornado DDT but put Candy in perfect position for the Candy Crusher. Candy floated around the headlock Carrie Samson had on her and connected with the Candy Crusher for the pinfall.

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... CANDY AND ROBBIE RAYDER!

Everett: Little miss bliss managed to pick up the pinfall. Who are we kidding though, she defeated Carrie and Orion Samson

Amsler: What are you talking about? Carrie and Orion Samson have been making waves in the tag team division. Considering this is only the Rayder's second time as a tag team, this is an impressive win.

Everett: And Carrie and Orion Samson find themselves on the bitter end of another loss. When will these sisters learn to be a cohesive unit?

Amsler: Says the guy who is the poster child on how to not work with others.

Suddenly the MacTron flickers on 

FABIAN: Fade in on me in three…

...two…

...one.

Go.

That’s the man wearing the 1980s style shades with the yellow and blue stripes over the front of them. That’s Fabian Dufresne, the latest signee of Prime, and the only member of the entire roster who matters from this point moving forward. Well, at least that’s how he feels about the whole thing. From his sh!t eating grin, to his half dyed hair, everything about him screams a-hole. And now he’s going to open up his mouth and confirm that.

FABIAN:  Congratulations Prime you are now looking at the man who in just a few short months is going to be the talk of the wrestling world. Is EWC wrestling or are we still using that sports entertainment nonsense? I can never tell, and truthfully, I don’t really care. Either way you go on that whole issue I’m going to be the talk of that world.

Me.

Fabian Dufresne.

Wasting as much television time as possible, Fabian slowly points both index fingers back and himself as he finishes his own personal introduction.

FABIAN: I am not there in Cameroon tonight. I was offered to travel to Cameroon to meet everyone backstage and become part of the so-called EWC wrestling family, but I’m not ever going to go to travel to Cameroon. Why are we even in this part of the world? Other than to respond in person to another email that says you can share in wealthy of some Prince, I don’t see the point. Besides, I couldn’t carry enough hand sanitizer on my bags to ever make me want to be in place where ebola or some other disease spread by simply being in the same room as someone else coughing.

Ever.

The thought sends a shiver down his spine.

FABIAN: And secondly, I have no interest in ever being a part of your EWC family. A family is nothing more than a chain that holds you back, an anchor around your throat that sinks you or a cult that makes you drink the Kool-Aid. I want no part of any of that. Your family sucks EWC and I’m here to make sure that it gets broken apart.

So, you know what? Go out there and shake hands with all the happy EWC fans, share some food with someone and drink plenty of water, because I hope you all get ebola and die. Painfully.

He really means it too, the smile is gone at this point.

FABIAN: You don’t like that? You want me to shut up?

Come make me shut up.

Again he points to himself ever so slowly. But we’re not done just yet here.

FABIAN: Just don’t cough on me.

The feed comes to an end

MATCH 3
»SINGLES«
Hope Diamond
Vs Kristian Bane

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Everett: Well that was a rude debut .. very sorry Cameroon .. lets get to some more hard hitting action in cause we’ve got primes very own muscle man Kristan Bane taking on Hope Diamond.

Amsler: Hope Diamond is everywhere! Shit I mean She isn’t afraid to take anyone from any roster on, I think for Hope it’s all about forcing her way back into the title picture.

Everett: For Kristian Bane it’s the same as always, show off his physique and hurt anyone who stands in his path.

Amsler: Kristian lost last time out on Prime 46 in London so you can bet he’s looking to get a big win here! Plus Hope called him a meathead!

Reid: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Santa Ana California, weighing in at 160 pounds... HOPE DIAMOND!

’Being Evil Has A Price ' – Heavy Young Heavens plays as the word “EVIL” appears in big sparkling letters on the titantron. Hope appears on the top of the ramp and raises her arms to greet the booing fans, she makes her way down to the ring.

Reid: Her opponent, from Cincinnati Ohio, weighing in at 315 pounds... KRISTIAN BANE!

The arena goea dark, a slow booming sound can be heard and BAM! Pyros shoot off as 'The Vengeful One' blares. Kristian Bane makes his way to the ring.

DING DING DING

At the start of the match Hope charged at Bane. Bane threw her up in the air and Hope drop kicked Bane in mid air sending him stumbling to his knees. Hope then drop kicked Bane again causing him to fall flat on his back. Hope quickly applied a rear naked choke to Bane and he struggled to shake her off. Hope desperately tried to put Bane to sleep with the hold but the big man stood up with Hope on his back, he backed into the corner causing Hope to release the hold.

Bane tried to hit Hope with a big boot in the corner but Hope moved out of the way causing him to catch his leg on the top rope. Hope swiped Banes other leg away from him and he crashed back first into the mat. Hope caught Bane in a figure four head scissors. Hope had the submission on good and Bane was starting to fade but he found some measure of energy to roll Hope onto her back, then as he broke free he grabbed Hope by the legs and swung her around and around in a circle before he leg her go, she rolled out of the ring dizzy and dazed.

Everett: Hope has tried her darn hardest to wear the big man down but it’s not easy.

Amsler: Of course it’s not Banes nearly a foot bigger than her. I don’t think she has a chance.

Everett: Oh come on, this is Hope Diamond we are talking about. She always has a chance.

Amsler: Not tonight, tonight she’s picked the wrong fight. This little hussy is going down to the big man!

Bane followed Hope to the outside. Hope drop kicked the steep steps into Bane legs. Bane fell to his knees.Hope got a hold of Banes head and bashed it off of the steel steps multiple times. Hope got back in the ring and Bane slowly followed, his face hurting and his nose bleeding. Bane was angry and he chased Hope around the ring. Hope hid behind the ref. As Bane tried to get around the ref to get to her she poked him in the eyes, before she then hit the Kanabo kick. Hope made the pin and got the win!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... HOPE DIAMOND!

Everett: Another win in the bag for Hope Diamond. She likes it here on Prime.

Amsler: No way she cheated! She poked Bane in the eyes!

Everett: She did indeed, she’s a wily fox, everyone knows Hope will do whatever it takes to win! We will be back with more action after this break folks.

Evie Clifton is standing backstage in her gear as Jenna Salvatore is standing next to her.

Jenna: Evie, tonight you make your in ring debut here in Cameroon. How confident are you heading into this match?

Evie: Jenna, don't waste my time with stupid questions. I already told you I hate this country. The people are disgusting and the food was horrible. I will do my ultimate best to beat the hell out of Vanity then get the fuck out of her as soon as possible.

Jenna slightly smiles as Evie looks at her.

Evie: You had better be smiling because I'm continuing my family's win streak. Otherwise, I will make mence meat out of you. Now get lost before I give a sneak peek to what awaits Vanity.

Jenna backs away slowly as the camera quickly cuts away.

MATCH 4
»SINGLES«
Evie Clifton
Vs Vanita Thompson

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Everett: What a beautiful venue we are in tonight in Yaoundé! More prime action coming up right now with Evie Clifton taking on the debutant Vanita Thompson!

Amsler: Evie Clifton has got her tan, she’s had her fun in Cameron and now she’s ready to break some skulls!

Everett: This won’t be an easy match for the Clifton family member! Vanita Thompson is looking to make an impact here right off the bat.

Amsler: Vanita is the ass kicking, crazy, wild chick with an attitude! She wants to take Prime by the scruff of the neck and climb the ladder real quick!

Reid: The following singles match is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring, from Cincinatti, Ohio, weighing in at 144 pounds, she is...... EVIE CLIFTON!!!!!

"Undo It" by Carrie Underwood suddenly blares through the sound system as Evie Clifton steps through the curtain and walks down towards the ring.

Reid: Her opponent, from Venice Italy, now residing in Denver Colorado.. weighing in at 121 pounds.... VANITA THOMPSON...

Throes of Perdition' by Trivium as Vanita Thompson makes way to ring, walking with a purpose.

DING DING DING

Vanita And Evie got in each other’s face as the bell rang. Evie slapped Vanita hard, so Vanita slapped her back just as hard. Then the two grabbed a hold of each other’s hair and starts trading blow after blow, elbows and fists flying at each other. The crowd were loving it. Evie threw Vanita off the ring ropes and hit a running American tilt DDT on Vanita. Evie tried to pin, and she put her feet on the ropes for leverage but the ref saw it and broke the pin up. While Evie argued with the ref, Vanita took advantage and got Evie down with an armbar. Evie scrambled to get her feet on the ropes forcing Vanita to break the submission.

Evie tried to hit Vanita with a clothline but Vanita dodged it and caught Evie with a roundhouse kick instead. Vanita climbed to the top rope and tried to hit a frog splash but Evie rolled out of the way and Vanita crashed the mat below. Evie got on top of Vanita and hit her with elbow strikes and then a fish hook move. The ref had to break it up and he warned Evie that anymore illegal moves and she’ll be disqualified. Evie laughed it off. Vanita got to her feet and rushed at Evie, as she went for a spear Evie leap frogged over her and Vanita speared the ref to the mat!

Amsler: Holy shit the ref is out for the count! Vanita caught him good.

Everett: Both of these ladies are taking the fight to each other!

Amsler: I could watch them fight all day and night. The Clifton family will be proud of Evies display.

Everett: Even though she tried to cheat a few times but anyway! Vanita Thompson has impressed me so far.

Vanita checked on the ref Evie grabbed her from behind and rammed her shoulder first through the corner and into the ring post. Evie then collected a steel chair from the outside and with the ref still down she tried to use it on Vanita but Vanita hit the Vain Shot on Evie which hit the chair into her face.

Vanita pinned Evie but the ref was still down so Vanita instead she decided to climb to the top rope. Vanita hits the elbow drop on Evie. She then picks up Evie up and connects with the Vain Halo. Vanita pinned and got the win.

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... VANITA THOMPSON!!

Everett: Vanita got the win. What a debut!!!!

Amsler: Damn she was impressive but so was Evie.

Everett: I can’t wait for these two to square off again!!!

MATCH 5
»SINGLES«
Jonty Kelly
Vs Jordan Sharpe

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Everett: Our fifth match of the night .. it's Jonty Kelly taking on Jordan Sharpe! Here we go

It goes from pitch black to deep red as “Mein Herz Brennt” by Rammstein plays throughout the Sports Complex. Jordan Sharpe makes his way out to ringside while being indifferent and not really reacting to the fans cheers.

Reid: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Woodstock, NB, Canada and weighing in at 220 pounds...he is JORDAN ‘FREAKING’ SHARPE!

Everett: I have no idea how this man continues to pick up wins.

Amsler: Well, you generally have no ideas at all, so I can’t say that I’m surprised. But I will be should Jordan pull off another victory tonight.

Everett: Wouldn’t count on that, Sandra. Not when he’s up against a Lethal Weapon.

As Jordan enters the ring and looks toward the entrance, a bullet is heard being fired just before Jonty Kelly appears through the smoke. He makes finger guns and puts them at the crowd on either side of him.

Reid: And his opponent from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 225 pounds...he is ‘THE LETHAL WEAPON’ JONTY KELLY!

Everett: Two weeks ago, Jonty came out on the winning side, but he wasn’t the one to get the pinfall for his team. But tonight, he’s about to get this next one just for himself.

Amsler: You think so?

Everett: I know so.

Amsler: Sorry I asked.

After making his way down the ramp and into ring, Jonty gets on the turnbuckle and does his pose before hopping down to remove his mask to fight.

DING DING DING

Upon hearing the bell, Jonty came right for Jordan. He managed to get a few shots in, but Jordan continued to fight back. Eventually as Jonty tried for a dragon suplex, but before he can get Jordan’s arms hooked, Jonty received an elbow to the face. As he stumbled back some Jordan takes him down with a lariat. This gave him control for the next few minutes. Almost picked up the victory after a Reverse DDT. But Jonty still kicked out. Jordan seems slightly frustrated as he gets to his feet and bends over to pull Jonty off the mat. That’s when he’s pulled down into a small package. This time Jordan kicks out. As they scrambled back up to their feet, Jonty catches Jordan with a Spinebuster.

Everett: As quick as that, the tide has turned in Jonty’s favor.

Amsler: Still doesn’t mean that it’s over!

Now it was Jonty’s turn to dominate the match. But every time he tried to put down his opponent, Jordan did his best to fight back. Which is why he ducked out of the way when Jonty came from the top with a missile dropkick. As Jonty crashed to the mat, this allowed Jordan to get himself back in the fight. The crowd was cheering as he started to take it right to Jonty. As he whipped him into the corner, Jordan was ready to follow him in with a Running Boot. But as he came charging in, out of nowhere Jonty delivered a spear.

Amsler: I think Jordan may be broken!

Everett: Good.

From there, Jonty began to measure Jordan up. So that when he pulled himself to his feet, Jonty put him right back to the mat with his Spinning Roundhouse Kick to the head. Following the move, a cover was made giving Jonty the 1...2...3!

DING DING DING

As “Heavy Is The Head” plays, Jonty gets to his feet and has his arm raised in the air.

Reid: Here is your winner, via pinfall…’THE LETHAL WEAPON’ JOOONTYYY KELLLLLLLLLLLY!

Amsler: Jordan nearly had him with the Freakin’ Boot, but it wasn’t meant be.

Everett: Basically Sharpe not looking so sharp after Jonty finishes him off with the JK47!

Amsler: Oh shut up. Jordan put up a helluva fight and will bounce back from this in no time at all. You’ll see.

Everett: Yeah, oooookay…

It was clear he obviously wasn’t buying that.

Everett: Anyway, coming up next we have Terra Walker taking on El Pablo. Should be interesting to watch her take down the Rainbowlution!

Amsler: That is, if she can.

Jonty is seen taunting the already booing crowd as he stands over the fallen Sharpe.

The camera cuts backstage, where we find El Pablo standing in mid-discussion with Jenna Salvatore.

Jenna Salvatore: Okay, you remember what we talked about?

El Pablo: Si - always moving, el momento, Taste the Rainbow!

Jenna Salvatore: Perfect.

EP glances down at the small cluster of Skittles gathered in his upturned palm.

El Pablo: And these: after?

Jenna Salvatore: After. Before. During. Just… always have them handy.

EP tosses the Skittles into his mouth. Strangely, the taste appears to take him by surprise.

El Pablo: Fruity!

Jenna Salvatore: I'll say. Okay, you ready?

El Pablo: Si!

Jenna Salvatore: Go get ‘em, tiger. Oh, and remember - if it seems like a logical thing to do… don't.

With that, Jenna sends the luchador on his way. As he disappears, she lets out a sigh, eyes rolling as she slumps against the wall.

Jenna Salvatore: This is so not in my job description.

MATCH 6
»SINGLES«
Terra Walker
Vs El Pablo

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Everett: I know I may not be the color commentator, because if I was then Sandra would have nothing to do except sit there and look pretty. So I'll stick with doing the play-by-play, but I did want to relay a few interesting facts regarding Ms. Terra Walker. Did you know she turned pro on her EIGHTEENTH birthday? AND her birthday is this Tuesday? A gentleman's not supposed to mention a woman's age though, and I am a gentleman.

Amsler: Really, Micah? Are you REALLY? At any rate, happy birthday to Terra Walker from all of us at EWC! And now, featuring Terra Walker is our next match.

Everett: El Pablo versus Terra Walker! Let's get ready to do this!

Amsler: And it looks like Terra will be coming out first.

"Honeysuckle" by The Dillinger Escape Plan ambushes the PA systems. The lights go frantic, with multiple colors flashing, and multiple spotlights searching around, causing the anticipation and anxiety throughout the crowd. One spotlight spots Terra Walker within the ruckus crowd, who are now going berserk with excitement at her appearance.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Oxford, England, weighing in at 132 pounds... The Psychonic... TERRA WALKER!

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 valiant war cry, the crowd following suit. She walks on the announce table, not caring about the commentators, leaping off afterwards to slide into the ring. 

Terra rushes to the ropes and let's out another war cry, causing fireworks to shoot above her, crossing rapidly in an X shape. She stands on the bottom turnbuckle, ready to slaughter anyone in her path.

Everett: I guess that means the fruit loop Tecnico is due to come out next.

Amsler: A little eccentric, sure, but we always have the need for eccentricity here in the EWC. He fits right in, too.

Everett: He's got a... Colorful... Set of moves at his disposal. He's at least fun to watch, but he's absolutely bonkers.

Amsler: His zaniness may just pay off here tonight!

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. His masked head hides beneath the hood of his self-promoting sleeveless sweatshirt, though a beaming grin is still plainly visible as the Technicolour Tecnico bounces down the ramp towards the ring, bantering and fist-bumping members of the crowd as he goes.

Reid: Her opponent, from Tijuana, England, weighing in at 195 pounds... The Technicolour Tecnico... EL PABLO!

With his last couple of steps, EP's bouncing turns into a run, as he slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He pops to his feet, then hops over to one of the far corners of the ring, ascending the turnbuckles and tossing another helping of Skittles out into the crowd. After some more gesticulating, EP charges across the ring and repeats on the opposite side, before finally handing his hoodie over to a member of the ring crew and taking up position ready for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

Terra Walker and El Pablo went back and forth, the pace was fast. El Pablo was a little faster with the strikes, and the momentum swung in his favor after a Calf Kick. That was then followed up with a Stout Jawbreaker. El Pablo hooked the leg early for a two count. Terra had gotten back to her feet, and she managed to counter EP's offense with a Neckbreaker and then a DDT. She also hooked a leg for a two count. Once El Pablo was back on his feet, Terra shoved him into the corner and nailed a Landslide, knocking EP to the mat. She lifted him up and went for a Death Valley Driver, but El Pablo slid off her back. He shoved her toward the rope, but Terra came flying back with a Brain Tumor upside her opponent's head. She hooked the leg for a damn-near 3 count.

Everett: Terra Walker was on to something with that Brain Tremor, but it just wasn't enough, as we're seeing.

Amsler: She's at least trying to put El Pablo away, but EP won't give up! Guy's got nothing but sugar in his veins! All hopped up on candy.

Everett: You think he'll give her some Skittles after the match?

Amsler: I'm sure Terra can afford her own Skittles, Micah.

El Pablo started fighting back with a series of elbow strikes, which disorientated Terra and sent her into the corner. El Pablo sensed the opportunity to hit a BEAUTIFUL Five-Star Express. With Terra down, El Pablo enjoyed a brief Skittles snack before continuing on the offensive. He leveled Terra with a Springboard Body Press. He waited for her to stand again before hitting her with a Taste The Rainbow so slick and smooth so as to have come out of nowhere! He hooked the leg!

1!





... 2!






..... 3!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via PINFALL... The Technicolour Technico... EL PABLO!

Everett: And the rainbow award goes to El Pablo!

Amsler: Along with the win!

Everett: That was one hell of a Five-Star Express, and then to follow up with a Taste The Rainbow to lock in the win, that was impressive!

Amsler: It just wasn't Terra's night tonight, but she'll bounce back, I'm sure!

The camera cuts backstage where Jenna Salvatore sees Xavier Reid standing alone and motions for her cameraman to follow her

Salvatore: Excuse me Xavier…

Xavier turns around towards her

Salvatore: Tonight you step into the Prime ring for the last time, ending your G1 experience here with us and I was wondering if I could get a few words about your time here with us?

Xavier looks at her and smiles

Reid: Listen, I made no secret to why I came here an qualified for the Prime G1, it was all about El Pablo and finally...after all these years getting my crack at him, but make no mistake about it, I came here to also win the G1, to make the finals which I didn’t...which leaves me with a sour taste in my mouth. The G1 is legendary in our business so it was a true honor to be apart of it Jenna and I hope...if it’s brought back next year that I will be able to qualify for it again and this time be in the hunt.

Salvatore: Well tonight in your final night you face off with…

Reid: With a man that thinks he has be all figure out and Jenna I have to be honest with you, he has no clue who I am…

Salvatore: Richard Garcia being the man in question…

Reid: Listen I know the guy is a former Indy Champion and has fallen on tough times of late but I’m not the guy who’s going to turn it all around for you, when you say my name and tell the world my story as if you know me...get the facts straight pal.

Salvatore: Well to be fair…

Reid: No...no we are not going to make excuses for him Jenna, tonight Richard will step into that ring and get a first hand lesson to just who Xavier Reid is, I’m going to leave a lasting impression with the Prime fans...one that’s going to make them want to push fast forward on the rest of this year and get to next year’s G1 just so they can see Xavier Reid inside a Prime ring again…

Salvatore: Well best of luck and from all of us at Prime it was a...well it was nice having you

Xavier smiles and walks away

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MATCH 7
»SINGLES«
Xavier Reid
Vs Richard Garcia

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Everett: Next up is our pre-Main Event. Garcia versus Reid. Garcia might stand a chance in this match if he avoids going for the Phoenix Revolution. He hasn't perfected that move yet, and using it could cost him dearly.

Amsler: Practice makes perfect, but luckily he's got a lot of other high-impact moves in his arsenal.

Everett: There won't be any room for error in this match.

Amsler: Well neither man's just going to lay down for the other.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 213 pounds... He is The Phoenix Star... RICHARD GARCIA!

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. 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.

Everett: Garcia's ready, and Xavier's about to make his entrance.

Amsler: Reid wants to make a name for himself and not ride anyone's coattails, but Garcia's no slouch. Without a doubt, a win here tonight should go a long way for Reid in expanding his own brand.

Everett: I wonder how many X-themed moves we're about to witness. Guy's not very original with names, is he?

Amsler: Names don't win matches, the moves themselves do. You know that, you asshole.

Reid: His opponent, from New York City, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds... XAVIER REED!

Smoke rises up from where the lightning hits the 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. The fans have a mix reaction as he starts to walk towards the ring, shadow boxing as he does so ignoring the fans until he reaches ringside. Xavier bounces up and down while looking at the ground and then looks up and smirks as he heads towards the steps and slams his foot down on each step as he marches up the steps and jumps into the ring and heads right to far corner and climbs to the middle rope and tosses his arms into the air and crosses them into a X as he looks out over the crowd.

DING DING DING

Garcia and Reid wasted no time going at it. They were successful in landing some hard-hitting maneuvers on each other. Some reversals were made. After planting Reid with a T-Bone Suplex, Garcia leaped up onto the turnbuckle to try for a Missile Dropkick, but Xavier managed to stop Garcia's momentum with a Pele Kick when Garcia came down. Reid meant to follow up with a Springboard Superman Punch, but Richard narrowly avoided it. The two men went back and forth trading blows until Garcia caught Reid off-guard and hit him with a Stunner. Garcia locked in an armbar submission, and it looked like Reid was close to tapping out.

Everett: Garcia with an armbar on Xavier Reid, but what the hell's he think he's doing? There's no way Reid's gonna tap! All Garcia's doing is pissing him off!

Amsler: Every man has a breaking point. Garcia's weakening Xavier's arm. That can only work in his favor.

Everett: The match should've been over when Reid hit the Pele Kick. If he'd covered him then, this match would be done.

Amsler: Way too early in the match, Micah.

Reid was successful in forcing Garcia's hands apart, and the two men went back at it. Garcia was forced into the corner after a flurry of Kicks from Reid. Garcia stumbled out just in time to be hit with Reid's second attempt at a Springboard Superman punch. He hooked the leg and got a two count. Reid followed up with an X-Teiner for another near three count. Getting a little frustrated, Reid went for the X-Marks The Spot, but Garcia got his knees up just in time! Reid flopped over in pain, but managed to get back to his feet and Garcia nailed him with a Wasted Sacrifice! The pin and 3 count

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, RICHARD GARCIA!!!!!

Everett: What a match by both Garcia and Reid, this one could have gone either way

Amsler: Hope to see these two face off again

Just as the scene switches to the backstage area, we see a close up of someone’s waist.

---: Looks a little bare, doesn’t it?

The person questions as they shake their hips side to side.

---: Well, that’s about to change tonight.

As the cameras pans out and moves up the person’s body to their face, we see that it’s Nevaeh.

Nevaeh: Because no matter what I got to do, I’m not leaving here without the Indy Championship.

Her tone is as deadly as the look in her eye.

Nevaeh: 600 plus days is a long time to go without gold. So I’m not about to let this opportunity go to waste. Because I’ll be damned if I have to wait another 600 days for the next one to come around.

She rolls her eyes at the thought.

Nevaeh: So Killjoy, Stitches, and Carlos Ruiz all better be ready for what’s about to come their way. Because one of them is about to ‘Fall From Grace’. While I’d love nothing more than for it to be Stitches for obvious reasons, but I still won’t hesitate in bringing either Killjoy or Carlos down if that’s what it takes.

Nev pauses slightly.

Nevaeh: Because at the end of the day, leaving the G1 Finals with the gold is the only thing that matters. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do!”

Her stare tells us everything. That she was more than ready as she walks out of view.

Love: And here we are, the finals of the Prime G1 Tournament, right here I said we would be!!!

The camera pulls back to show ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love standing backstage next to Jenna Salvatore

Salvatore: Tommy

But Tommy places his hand over the microphone and takes it out of Jenna’s hands

Love: I’m sorry Miss Salvatore but your services will not be needed here, you are dismissed, I can take it from here!

Tommy smiles and motions her to leave the scene, Jenna, who looks to be a little shocked by Tommy’s announcement walks out of the scene as Tommy turns his attention back to the camera

Love: And here is the one thing our opponents are missing here, they are ignoring the fact that this is the G1 Finals and treating tonight as JUST an Indy Championship match, forgetting the REAR reason we are all stepping into the ring here tonight, people...WHY THE HELL DID WE KILL OURSELVES THE LAST FOUR MONTHS!?!?

Tommy shakes his head

Love: This right here is why NONE of you are worthy of being the 1st Prime G1 winner, it would be lost on someone who just doesn’t get what this tournament is all about. You ALL failed to understand the historical event you are in here tonight, all too focused on the nice shiny golden belt, the G1 should have NEVER been an afterthought the way our opponents here tonight are treating it.

Tommy looks right back into the camera

Love: Stitches only care about becoming a 3 time Indy Champion, adding it over his shoulder sitting opposite of his FSW Championship, he doesn’t understand what winning the G1 would do for him all over the world, to his the trophy would be nothing more than a paper weight since he can’t wear the damn thing. Hell, his focus is in the FSW at the moment, with one eye on Hope and one eye on Melody to see which one of the ladies will be next to come after him and that FSW Championship.

Tommy smirks

Love: Then there’s Nevaeh who, my God she been more neurotic about her standing here in Prime? Listen everyone loves the underdog story but honey, you have been a dominant force in the other Block and it’s not that you can’t beat Stitches it’s that YOU don’t believe you can beat Stitches. You can’t stay out of your own way and are too busy worrying about becoming a 2 time Indy Champion and ignoring the fact you could make history here tonight and do what no other here in Prime has done, become the 1st Prime G1 winner.

Tommy smiles wide

Love: And then there is our ‘champion’ who let’s be honest is too busy looking at himself in the mirror and drooling over himself that he failed to understand he’s not the ONLY champion in this match, too narcissistic to look anywhere else outside his own reflection. Yes his Indy Championship is up for grabs here tonight and like any champion he’s concerned with walking out with the belt he walked in with but Carlos, companero, let’s face facts, in the history of the G1 the top champion has never fared well, in fact they rarely win the G1 so the odds are not in your favor pal, something you fail to realize. The odds are someone else will be walking out as the Indy Champion here tonight and I’m putting my money on Killjoy Ito

Tommy nods yes

Love: Because he’s the only one focused on the G1, yes being the Indy Champion would be the icing on the cake but we still want the cake, the others, they are the children that only want the sugar treat and ignore the fact that there is only icing because we have cake

Tommy ponders that thought for a moment and then returns his focus to the camera

Love: Tonight Killjoy makes history here in Prime, he walks out of Cameroon as the Prime G1 Champion, he lives out his boyhood dream of holding up the G1 trophy and calling himself CHAMPION

Tommy smiles as the camera cuts away

INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
»G1 FINALE«
FATAL FOURWAY

Stitches
Vs Nevaeh
Vs Killjoy Ito
Vs Carlos Ruiz

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Everett: Ladies and Gentlemen .. here we go .. the thrilling conclusion to the G1 Tournament. Points leaders Stitches, Nevaeh, Killjoy Ito and Carlos Ruiz will all battle it out tonight .. with the Carolos' Indy Championship on the line!

Amsler: I have goosebumps on-top of goosebumps 

'One Missed Call (2008) Theme' plays as the lights go dark. As the beat drops at around the thirty seven second mark the curtains are brushed to the side, smoke spewing out from behind the curtains, and out walks Stitches. A wide, red-painted Chelsea-esque grin is across the face of Stitches as he stares out at the crowd of people before him.

Reid: Introducing first from the carnival of shattered dreams, weighing in at 260 pounds, he is the FSW CHAMPION… STITCHES!!!

Stitches methodically makes his way down the ramp, staring down the crowd members who dare lean too far over the crowd barricade. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he stops and once again looks out at the crowd of people before him. Stitches approaches the nearby steel stairs, climbs up onto the apron and begins walking the edge of the apron like a tight rope before reaching the nearby ring post. Stitches climbs up onto the second rope and throws his arms out wide for the crowd to embrace him. As expected, the crowd does not embrace a sinister-looking clown.

Stitches hops down from the rope and enters into the ring before approaching the nearby corner of the ring. Stitches turns around, facing the center of the ring and sits down in the corner of the ring, waiting for the bell to ring.

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.

Reid: "Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!"

After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh will strike a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she'll mouth off to the fans and pace the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.

The lights fade out as ‘Deeper Deeper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the camera and the ring as his manager ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out onto the stage, his custom tennis racket in the air.

Reid: From Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds…. KILLJOY ITO!!!

He leads Killjoy to the ring as the fans heckle him but reach out to touch Killjoy. Tommy Love walks up the steps first and enters the ring and walks the ring with his ‘Love Stick’ held high in the air, he threatens the referee with it and tells him to call the match clean as Killjoy climbs into the ring and walks to the center of the ring. He stretches out his arms and tilts his head back and soaks in the cheers from the fans before removing his jacket and hands it to Tommy Love who exits the ring and stands ringside.

"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 with his freshly-shined Indy Championship around his waist. He has on his signature leather jacket that is zipped halfway up, pink speedo wrestling trunks, pink boots, and Maui Jim sunglasses. He stops on the way to the ring a couple of times to take selfies with the crowd.

Ried: Making his way to the ring... from Madrid, Spain... weighing in at 212 pounds... He is the EWC Indy Champion! CARLOOOOS RUUUUIIIIZ!

He slides into the ring and blows kisses to the adoring fans

Everett:Here we go folks .. the moment we've all been waiting for 

DING DING DING

The four of them pace about the ring, eying each other. Carlos throws up his arm and rallies up the crowd behind him! Stitches gives a slight grin as he looks at Carlos giving love to the crowd. The four of them all stop and look as Carlos has the crowd on their feet in an uproar! He turns around just in time to get his head taken off by Stiches! Carlos does a full flip in the air as Stiches runs him over! Killjoy and Nevaeh have tied up and Killjoy is connecting with repeated blows to the back of her shoulder blades backing her into the corner. Stitches looks across the ring and eyes the two before leaning down pulling Carlos to his feet. Trying to catch Killjoy off guard Stitches whips Carlos into the corner at full speed, but Killjoy sees it coming and levels Carlos with a discuss elbow!!! Carlos rolls out of the ring, and Stitches and KillJoy meet in the middle of the ring and begin delivering a fury of fists to each other with neither backing down!

Everett:What a match so far .. 


Amsler: Stitches and Killjoy are out to kill each other

Nevaeh breathing heavy leaning in the buckle looks to the outside, and sees Carlos starting to get to his feet, she quickly climbs to the top and leaps off the top, coming down on with a cross body, but Carlos catches her in midair!!! He stumbles back a couple steps, but gets his balance and then runs Nevaeh back first into the turnbuckle post and drops her to the ground.

Back inside the ring Stitches and Killjoy are in the middle as Killjoy delivers stiff knees into the chest of the clown! Delivering one more to the face of the FSW champion, and Stitches falls back on his shoulders. Stitches slowly gets up to his knees, but Killjoy had him measured and nails him with a corkscrew roundhouse kick! Stitches goes down and Killjoy goes for the cover!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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Carlos hits the ring and breaks up the pin!

Everett:Wow! That was close .. Carlos just saved his Championship reign right there


Killjoy and Carlos are to their feet, and Carlos drops Killjoy with a DDT! Stitches is up but Carlos spins around on a dime and ducks a clothsline from Stitches! He lifts him up from behind and drops him with an atomic drop! Stitches stumbles and gets nailed out of nowhere by Nevaeh who has flown back into the ring at full speed! She rains down punches on the clown over and over again, absorbing the blows he smiles almost like he is enjoying it!

Everett:He loves the pain

Amsler: Nevaeh is a woman possessed right now .. she wants this win

Killjoy grabs Carlos, but Carlos reverses it into a standing switch, and takes Killjoy down with a snap suplex. Carlos jumps up to the second turnbuckle and jumps looking for a tornado DDT but Killjoy catches him and throws him over his head with a belly to belly suplex! The crowd is absolutely going crazy on their feet for the nonstop action happening in the ring. In the corner Stitches and Nevaeh are still going at it as Nevaeh props Stitches on the top rope. She climbs to the second rope looking for a superplex but Stitches grabs the top ropes and blocks it! But rather then pick her up and drop her to the inside… Stitches goes backwards and suplexes her over his head and outside the ring! She lands back first on the ring post and bounces off landing on the arena floor. Laying back hanging with his head upside down as he sits on the top turnbuckle, laughing as he looks down at Nevaeh laying on the floor clutching her back in pain.

Killjoy has Carlos set up and delivers a bridging Tiger Suplex and holds on for the pin!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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Pin broken up by Stitches as he crashed down coming down off the top rope! Stitches in a seated position, tuns and looks at the mangled bodies of Killjoy and Carlos. He turns his head just in time to get a drop kick to the face from Nevaeh!!! Grabbing him up off the ground she drops him with a spike DDT! Getting up still holding her back, could have some serious damage to the spine but she grabs Killjoy as he gets to his feet and sends him into the ropes, he bounces off and she leaps up and delivers a Lou Thez Press and smashes Killjoy’s head into the mat over and over again!!! She gets up and is the only one standing in the ring!!!

Everett:This is incredible .. what a showing here tonight


Amsler: Neveah might be ready to take her place on-top of the indy circuit 

She measures Carlos as he stumbles and grabs him and hits him with a German Suplex holding on for the pin!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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THRE— NO!!! CARLOS ESCAPES AND GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!!

Everett:The Champion proves it will take a whole lot more to take his prize

Amsler: He's the Champion for a reason

Nevaeh cant believe it!!! But the crowd ERUPTS chanting for Carlos trying to will him to his feet. Nevaeh comes for Killjoy who catches her and delivers a samoan drop! She rolls to a seated position and he delivers a stiff kick to the spine! Stitches walks up behind Killjoy grabbing him by the hair slowly pulling his head back and locking eyes with him… He quickly shifts gears and delivers a snap reverse DDT! He looks around the ring seeing the carnage and slowly gets to his feet. He signals for the end!!! He points around the ring and eventually rests on Nevaeh, he walks over and picks her up and delivers the SOUND OF SILENCE!!! She goes limp and Stitches rolls her over on her back, and goes for a simple cover across the shoulders.

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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THR— FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!

As the ref breaks up the pin, pointing out the rope break. Stitches looks on and you can see the frustration in his eyes, upset with himself for pinning her so close to the ropes. He stands up and grabs her by the wrist and violently yanks her to the center of the ring. Before he can go for the pin, Carlos comes from just outside the vision of the screen and nails the SPANISH EYES!!! He falls ontop of Stitches!

ONE!!!
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TWO!!!
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BROKEN UP BY KILLJOY!!!

Killjoy picks up Carlos going for a clothsline but Carlos ducks it and hits Killjoy with a spinning roundhouse kick! He grabs Killjoy’s legs and puts him in the Cangrejo Espanol!!! The crowd ERUPTS!!! He sits down deep! The ref is right down in Killjoy’s face asking if he wants to give it up, but Killjoy shakes his head No trying as hard as he can not to give in! He reaches for the ropes but he is too far away and Carlos sits down deeper!!! Killjoy drops his head and looks like he is about to give it up, but Nevaeh is back on her feet and she grabs Carlos and hits him with the FALL FROM GRACE!!! It breaks the submission! COVER!

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BROKEN UP BY STITCHES!!!

Stitches looks down at Nevaeh waving his finger at her and shaking his head no. He takes a few steps back and waves for her to get up and bring it. Killjoy rolls to the outside holding his back, and Carlos is out cold. Nevaeh gets to her feet and the two stare each other down. They tie up and Nevaeh goes for the Fall from Grace! But Stitches rolls out of it, and he ties her up looking for the Sound of Silence! But she manages to reverse it and roll out of his clutches as well! Stitches sprints at Neveah but she leap frogs over him. Stitches bounces off the otherside and he ducks a clothsline from Neveah sprints to the otherside, he bounces off and Nevaeh turns around and gets her head taken off with the Beautiful Disasterpiece!!!

Everett:Wow! I felt that from here

Killjoy is back in the ring and delivers a discus Elbow to Stitches! He quickly climbs to the top rope and leaps off the top rope caving in Stitches’ chest with a double footstomp!!! Killjoy moves to the corner and Nevaeh slowly rolls to her knees, Killjoy runs at a dead sprint at her and delivers the Kettei-da!!! He collapses on top of her out of exhaustion!



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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and NEW INDY CHAMPION ... KILLJOY ITO!

The ref raises Killjoy's arm and hands him the Indy Championship .. he is overcome with emotion as he holds the Indy Championship above his head as the other three can only look on in defeat. Carlos can't believe it as he shakes his head looking furious and in a great deal of pain as the medics check on him

Everett:I can't believe what we just witnessed here tonight. Carlos' reign has come to an end and Killjoy Ito is the NEW King of Prime! What a hard fought match by all four tonight. They all poured their hearts out ... put their bodies on the line .. this was anyone's match .. but Ito had just enough in him to steal the victory here tonight

Amsler: Carlos wasn't the one pinned and he must be furious to lose the Indy Championship this way. We are out of time folks .. see you in a couple of weeks at The BritAma Arena in Jakarta, Indonesia. Good night everyone

The scene fades with Ito celebrating his victory in the ring

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Killjoy Ito
El Pablo
Xavier Reid
President Mac
Samson Angels
Evie Clifton
Candy
Nevaeh
Fabian Dufresne

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Ace King

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Stitches

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Cyrus

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Cyrus

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Nevaeh

MATCH SIX
WRITER: Owensby Smith

MATCH SEVEN
WRITER: Owensby Smith

MATCH EIGHT / MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Luke Wolfe

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RECAP OF WINNERS

Frankie Romono N/S
Vs Owensby Smith
WINNER: Owensby Smith

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»TAG TEAM«
Candy and Robbie Rayder
Vs Carrie and Orion Samson
WINNER: Candy & Robbie Rayder

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»SINGLES«
Hope Diamond 
Vs Kristian Bane N/S
WINNER: Hope Diamond

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»SINGLES«
Evie Clifton
Vs Vanita Thompson 
WINNER: Vanita Thompson

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»SINGLES«
Jonty Kelly 
Vs Jordan Sharpe 
WINNER: Jonty Kelly

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»SINGLES«
Terra Walker N/S
Vs El Pablo 
WINNER: El Pablo
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»SINGLES«
Xavier Reid 
Vs Richard Garcia
WINNER: Richard Garcia

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INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
»G1 FINALE«
FATAL FOURWAY
Stitches
Vs Nevaeh
Vs Killjoy Ito
Vs Carlos Ruiz (C)
WINNER: Killjoy Ito (and NEW Indy Champion)

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MVP'S OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito, Carlos Ruiz, Stitches & Nevaeh
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Stitches Vs Nevaeh Vs Killjoy Ito Vs Carlos Ruiz (C)

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