PRIME #52 - LIVE from Multiple Locations - July.21.2018
Jul 21, 2019 23:11:40 GMT -6
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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
PRIME
EPISODE 52
JULY 21 2019
LIVE! from the Palma Arena in Palma, Spain
PRIME
EPISODE 52
JULY 21 2019
LIVE! from the Palma Arena in Palma, Spain
EWC PRIME
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. Jordan Freaking Sharpe, Killjoy Ito, La Muerte, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, Carlos Ruiz, Rafe White, Jonty Kelly, Aoen Khronos, Vanita Thompson, El Pablo, Richard Garcia, Bandana Joe Porter and Fabian Dufresne are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd...
The camera centers on ringside at the Palma Arena Arena, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.
Micah Everett: Hola and welcome to Spain!
Sandra Amsler: We have a great show tonight. It's a show you can watch with all your friends or you can be a Barca-loner and watch on your own.
Everett: Barca-loner? We have a huge TV Title match between Rafe White and the Champion, Jordan Sharpe. We also have the Indy Champion, Killjoy Ito, in action tonight as he takes on Vanita Thompson!
Amsler: There is also a match tonight coming all the way from Turkey. You just want to gobble up all the action we're serving up to you tonight!
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From the backstage area of the Barcelona Teatre Musical, Faith Rivers is loosening up in the gorilla position when a camera catches up to her.
Faith: I don’t know much about what I’m getting into tonight. Sure, I can speculate given the research I’ve done. But you don’t really know for sure until you see the person in action for the first time. Am I right?
Faith questions with a pause.
Faith: RAYBAO, on the other hand, should know plenty about me by now. Which is why he probably thinks he has this one in the bag. I’m going to falter just as I have so many times before. Or at least that’s what he wants to believe. However, he’s going to be in for a rude awakening once that bell rings.
Faith sounds absolutely sure of that as she nods.
Faith: Because he’s going to quickly learn, that there’s no amount of research that can prepare him for what’s coming his way tonight. Because I’ve lost enough in my EWC career. It’s time I get back on the winning track. Nothing or no one is going to stop me from getting this win. So I hope RAYBAO is ready to be left laying Faithless in the middle of that ring!
Just as her music is cued up, she heads through the curtain for her opening match.
MATCH 1
»SINGLES«
Faith Rivers
Vs Raybao
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»SINGLES«
Faith Rivers
Vs Raybao
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Everett: Our first match of the evening ladies and gentlemen! Faith Rivers going up against Raybao.
Amsler: Two completely different competitors going head to head and I'm not too sure which way I'm calling it.
Everett: I have my money on Faith Rivers.
Amsler: Are we allowed to be saying that? Can we make bets or is that against company policy?
Everett: I didn't mean it literally...
The lights go out as "Faith" by Limp Bizkit begins to come out of the PA System. Fans are on their feet cheering as Faith Rivers walks out a moment later and stands at the top of the entrance ramp.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for ... FAAAITH RIIIVERSSS!
As the chorus of the song hits, 'You Gotta Have Faith' she jumps up a little and as her feet come down on the ramp again, lights flash on the aisle in front of her, just before Faith runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. As she gets to her feet, Faith runs into the corner and gets up on the second turnbuckle. She taunts the fans a bit before jumping down. Faith then begins to loosen up her arms before leaning back against the ropes as she awaits the opening bell.
Everett: Rivers looks fired up here tonight and it's pretty clear to me that the fans will be on her side.
Amsler: The fans maybe on her side but that won't determine whether she comes out of this one the victor. Rivers may have big dreams and desires here on PRIME but so does Raybao. We shouldn't count him out just yet.
Everett: Is that who you've got your money on?
Amsler: I don't place bets Michah! It's against company policy.
Reid: And her opponent, from Hangzhou, Zhejiang, China, weighing in at 185 pounds... RAAAYYBAOOOOO!
'Styles Clash' – Yonosuke Kitamura plays through the arena as Raybao emerges onto the stage. He makes his way down the entrance ramp, ignoring the fans nearby as he has his eyes fixated on Rivers who's in the ring. He rolls himself under the bottom rope and immediately heads over to his designated corner.
DING DING DING
Once the bell rings, the two competitors circle the ring before greeting each other in the centre, a standard collar to elbow tie up ensuing. Raybao gets the upper hand, managing to use his strength and power to back Rivers into the turnbuckle. The referee asks for a clean break and gradually Raybao releases his grasp of Rivers, but then cheekily sucker strikes her with an open palm to the face.
The fans "oooo" and "ahhh" as Raybao then backs away from her, a smirk on his face as he gestures for her to do something about it. Rivers then explodes out of the corner, ducking under the lariat attempt from Raybao and bouncing off of the ropes, a running knee lift connecting sweetly. Raybao then rolls to the outside, looking for time to recover but Rivers has no plans of letting him do so, heading to the ropes and delivering a Baseball Slide to Raybao, who falls back into the railing. Rivers then grabs a hold of him, performing a swift snap suplex on the outside, with Raybao arching his back in obvious pain
Everett: Well there you have it! Raybao thought he was being smart with that early sucker punch but it's landed him in deep trouble here, with Rivers taking no prisoners and unleashing a barrel of moves on Raybao. You've got to admit Sandra, it's been a pretty impressive display from Faith Rivers.
Amsler: It's still early on but yes, Faith Rivers is putting on quite the performance.
Rivers get the fans behind her, rallying them before turning her attention to Raybao. She picks him up by his hair and rolls him back into the ring before jumping onto the apron and climbing onto the top rope. Raybao isn't down and out for long, he springs to his feet and makes his way over to Rivers, leaping onto the second rope and looking to superplex her down to the canvas! Rivers fights her way out of it however, managing to connect with a number of jabs to the mid section of Raybao, who slowly loses his grasp - before finally falling down onto the canvas! She prepares herself on the top rope, before taking the Leap of Faith - a corkscrew moonsault connects!
The fans cheer and applaud but Faith isn't quite done yet. She rises to her feet and signals the end of the contest, nodding her head in appreciation as the fans encourage her. Raybao gradually gets to his feet, and once he's up, he's met with a "Faithful" Running Cutter by Faith Rivers, who covers him immediately.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via PINFALL ... FAIIITHHHHH RIVERRRSSSS!
Everett: What a win for Faith Rivers tonight! Absolutely annihilated Raybao after that sucker punch.
Amsler: It's onwards and upwards for Rivers and unfortunately for Raybao, he'll live to fight another day.
Everett: An explosive start to PRIME and we've got so much more in the pipeline for you tonight.
Amsler: Don't go anywhere folks, we'll be back with more action for you in just a sec.
MATCH 2
»SINGLES«
La Muerte
Vs Bandana Joe Porter
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»SINGLES«
La Muerte
Vs Bandana Joe Porter
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Everett:Next up we got Le Muerte Taking on The Gulf Coast Badass Bandanna Joe Porter.
Amsler:This should prove itself to be a damn good matchup between David and Goliath a story we're all pretty familiar with by now I'm sure.
Everett:Yeah and Before you start placing your bets I'm telling you now it's not gonna have the same ending as in the stories you read your kids! This is the one where the Goliath that is Porter squashes Le Muerte like the cucaracha that he is which for dummies like you Amsler means Cockroach in Spanish.
Amsler:Well, only one damn way to find out if you're right....
Reid:The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, From Biloxi Mississippi Standing 6'10" and weighing in at 297 Lbs He is The Gulf Coast Badass! BANDANA JOOOOE POOOORTER!!!!
The Lights go black,and the Sound of A Chopper Revving Up is heard loud throughout the Arena as "Bad To The Bone Plays directly as Joe Porter Rides down the ramp to a violently loud chorus of boos.
Everett:Look at the guy , 6'10 near 300lbs of mean how's Le Muerte expect to even make a dent in the the guy? I'll tell you how! He won't even make a scratch!
Amsler:I beg to differ Le Muerte has proven to be a formidable foe for many a wrestler no matter how big they are and I think he's going to put Joe through his paces.
Everett:Not a chance Amsler! If Le Muerte gets caught by Porter just once I promise you he's gonna plant him in the middle of the ring like you plant a tree no mindgame he plays will save him from that!
Amsler:But Le Muerte says there's more than one way to skin a cat or in Joe's case cut down a big tree and he may be right. he may have a good ass chance if he can prove to be hard to catch and use his speed to his advantage. Le Muerte is counting on the fact that Joe still has ring rust from not being in the ring in over 13 years since 2006 I feel like that is going to have to be Le Muerte's strategy is to tire out the big man and catch him off guard.
Reid:His opponent, residing in your Nightmares weighing in at 210 lbs LE MUERTE!!!
Thrill Switch by Cut One Plays as Le Muerte makes his way to the ring face to face with the task ahead
DING DING DING
Ding ding ding goes the bell and here we go! as the two lock into a Greco Roman and immediately it's a testament to the Power of Porter as he immediately knocks Le Muerte straight down with a hard heave ho shove. As he gets up the two go right at it trading strikes and now suddenly Le Muerte puts Porter on the defense as he's backed up into the ropes but Le Muerte deciding to go for a running kick to try and rock the bigger man Porter GETS CAUGHT and is chokeslammed for his trouble with authority as Porter goes for the pin first of the match.
1...
2...
NO! Le Muerte gets the shoulder up and is struggling to his feet as Porter taunts him to get up!
Everett:Whoa! If that wasn't one hell of a wake up call I don't know what that was!
Amsler:Le Muerte better get fucking serious if he expects to win because after Porter's debut match didn't go his way you have to know he is pissed off and looking to right the ship here.
Everett:As far I'm concerned that ship has sailed for Le Muerte and the man who calls himself Death may very well be on the way down the river Styx to see Hades.
Amsler:This match isn't over till the last damn bell rings so don't count him out just yet!
Getting back to his feet Le Muerte gets it in gear and begins to go back on the offensive to cut down the big redwood with a series of chops, a roundhouse kick and finally getting Porter down to one knee finally brings him down with a step up enziguri as Porter hits the mat
Climbing the top turnbuckle he goes for and lands a suicide somersault senton to Joe's chest covering.
1...
2...
NO! Joe Porter powers out! and gets up slowly as both get to their feet Joe goes to and gets the bounce off the ropes and OH MY GOD!!! BROGUE KICK!!! OUTTA NOWHERE!!! he lands it flush and nearly snapped Le Muerte's head off!!! Cover by Joe Porter!!!!
1...
2....
3!!!!
DING DING DING
Reid:And your winner, via Pinfall BANDANA JOOOOE POOOORTER!!!!
Everett:See! Just as I said! Goliath beats David just as it always should've been all along!
Amsler:Le Muerte Put up a good fight and finally got the big man down problem was he was unable to put him out.
Everett:Exactly and he paid the price for it by getting his head knocked off his shoulders with the Brogue Kick by Joe the minute both got to their feet.
Amsler:Well, with that one in the books let's move forward to the next one we have tonight.
From the outside of the Barcelona Teatre Musical, Nevaeh is seen holding up the gnome faces of Zugaikotsu and Fabian Dufresne. They are slightly cracked, but otherwise remain intact.
Nevaeh: Alright, so it’s been awhile since I had a win under my belt. Maybe that’s why these two think they have the advantage over me. But they’ll know better after I grind their faces into the mat!
Upon those words, Nev drops the faces to the ground and uses the bottom of her shoe to stomp all over them. Once she’s satisfied that they’re nothing but dust, Nev looks back up at the camera with a wicked smile.
Nevaeh: Something for you both to think about...before one of you gets put down with the ‘Fall From Grace’. Who exactly is that going to be? Whoever I find most annoying at the time!
Nev smirks and turns to head into the building as we fade.
»TRIPLE THREAT MATCH«
Fabian Dufrenese
Vs Nevaeh
Vs Zugaikostu
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Everett: What we have here is a match that could potentially steal the show in my eyes. Fabian Dufresne, Nevaeh and Zugaikotsu all sharing the ring in a triple threat match here tonight. It's got the makings of a show stealer and all three competitors had a lot to say about each other during the build-up to this match.
Amsler: A lot of words, a lot of exchanges. That's what we like to see going into these types of matches. But the time for talking is over and now, they've got to back up what they've been saying with some action. This is going to be an explosive one, that's for certain.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match! Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 200 pounds... FABIAN DUFRESNE!
The horizontal hold of the TV screen gets messed with, then the vertical hold of the TV screen gets messed with, then the whole picture gets messed with. Finally, just as you’re about to change the channel the sounds of ‘They Say’ by Scars on Broadway begins to echo out over the arena, a single spotlight shines down on the entrance portal as out struts Fabian Dufresne. With a cocky grin the blonde haired bastard wears a pair of lined sunglasses and brightly colored ring gear as he begins to make his way down to the ring. As the fans reach out looking to make contact Fabian just backs off and swats at them as if they were flies, he then begins to complain towards EWC event security trying to have as many of the mouth breathers kicked out of the arena as possible.
Everett: Fabian was so close to capturing the Television title but has proclaimed that the title will belong to him soon.
Amsler: I like Fabian. Despite his cocky demeanour, he means business - he knows what he wants, and he'll do anything in order to attain it. I think he's got a very bright future here and a win tonight will be a stepping stone onto bigger and grander things.
Reid: And his opponent, from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at 210 pounds... ZUGAIKOTSU!
"T.F.F.B" – GALNERYUS plays through the arena as emerging from the back is "The Rising Star" Zugaikotsu. He takes a bow at the top of the entrance ramp before making his way to the ring, high-fiving a few of the fans nearby before racing up the steel steps and entering the ring. He hoists himself up onto the second rope and poses for the fans, nodding his head in appreciation to the reaction he's receiving.
Everett: Zugaikotsu has looked impressive ever since he made his debut here in Extreme Wrestling Corporation. The Japanese native is contracted to Future Stars of Wrestling and has made the leap onto Prime to test himself out against some of the best talents we have to offer!
Amsler: Perhaps the underdog in this match, too. Let's be honest he's coming up against two already established stars here. That's not me writing him off, that's just me stating the facts of this match. Nevertheless, we've seen glimpses of this guy and he looks damn impressive in that ring. He won't be going down easy.
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: And their opponent, 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.
Everett: An unfortunate loss against Mark Storm a fortnight ago, Nevaeh will be looking to bounce back here tonight.
Amsler: How many times have we said that? I hope that she does bounce back tonight, for her own sake!
DING DING DING
All three competitors remain stagnant in their positions, with the fans encouraging for any of them to make a move. Fabian and Nevaeh both make eye contact before switching their attention to "The Rising Star". They rush towards him, beating him down and pushing him back towards the corner of the ring, to the dismay of the fans who boo the early targeting from the heels. Straightening him up, the pair then deliver an Irish whip to Zugaikotsu, who bounces off of the ropes and ducks under the double lariat attempt. He quickly turns around to face his opponents, quick in his approach; he delivers a series of open palm strikes on both of them, culminating in a spinning back kick to the mid section of Fabian, before doing the same to Nevaeh. He then takes off to the ropes, bouncing off of them but is met with a double lariat by the duo! Zugaikotsu lands hard on the campus and rolls his way towards the turnbuckle to recuperate. Nevaeh and Fabian both exchange strikes in the centre of the ring, with Fabian managing to get the upper-hand, a discrete eye rake on Nevaeh as the official checked on the Rising Star, following this with a body slam to the canvas. He mounts on top of her for the pin attempt.
ONE!
Quickly, the pin is broken up by The Rising Star, who's back up on his feet.
Everett: Nevaeh and Fabian teaming up on Zugaikotsu here tonight.
Amsler: Maybe they had a little game plan coming into this one, surprise the newbie with an attack. But he's back up now and looks like he means business, delivering some stiff strikes to Fabian.
A variation of kicks meet the body of Fabian, who doesn't know how to react with each strike that being hit. Fabian then wraps him into a side headlock. The Rising Star pushes him back into the ropes, using it to propel him off with Fabian sent into the opposite ropes. He bounces back and shoulder barges Zugaikotsu down to the canvas. He then takes off to the ropes again but this time has to leap over a grounded Zugaikotsu, before being met with a drop kick by Nevaeh! Fabian rolls to the outside as Zugaikotsu rises to his feet, surprised to see that it's Nevaeh who's up to greet him with a spinning backfist! She then wraps her arms around his waist, looking for the German but Zugaikotsu stands his ground, powering himself down and using his elbows to swing backwards into the side of the head of Nevaeh. She let's go, and Zugaikotsu then delivers a backflip kick on Nevaeh! She rolls to the outside of the ring, joining Fabian as Zugaikotsu then looks around the arena, a smile etched on his face.
Everett: What's he gonna do here?
Amsler: I have no idea, but I'm already excited!
He runs towards the turnbuckle and hoists himself onto the top rope, quickly managing to change his position before delivering a moonsault to the outside - performing his signature Golden Triangle Moonsault onto both Nevaeh and Fabian! The fans rise to their feet and applaud Zugaikotsu for his efforts. He picks Nevaeh up and rolls her back into the ring before doing the same with Fabian. Jumping onto the apron shortly afterwards and prepares himself as Fabian is the first to get to his feet! He springboards his way back into the ring, leaping into the air - and whilst mid air - Fabian manages to catch him off-guard with a SUPERKICK out of nowhere! A moment of uncertainty ripples through the arena as Zugaikotsu collapses in the ring, a sickening smirk on the lips of Fabian who goes for the cover immediately!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Nevaeh manages to intervene!
Nevaeh then locks Fabian in a Seated Fujiwara Armbar!
Everett: Nevaeh has the armbar locked in!
Amsler: She's trying to break his damn arm!
The referee repeatedly asks whether Fabian wants to quit, but he refuses. He manages to stretch his leg out and reach the ropes, forcing Nevaeh to put a stop on the hold. Fabian rolls to the corner and Nevaeh follows, Zugaikotsu is slowly getting to his feet in the opposite corner of the ring. Nevaeh delivers a series of shoot kicks to the mid section of Fabian. Irish whip into the opposite corner, but Fabian manages to reverse it, Nevaeh is running towards Zugaikotsu, who uses the top rope on each side of him to propel himself upwards, and evades the attack from Nevaeh. He then rolls through, running towards Fabian - who looks to greet him with the Gordian Knot, but Zugaikotsu ducks underneath his arm, in behind him now, performing a German suplex! He's back up on his feet and now has Nevaeh running towards him, but a kick to the mid section has her hunched over - in a perfect position for Zugaikotsu to place her in a Black Hole position! Before he can hit it, Nevaeh manages to reverse it into a hurricanrana, into a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via PINFALL... NEVAEEHH!
Everett: What an incredible match. What an incredible win for Nevaeh!
Amsler: Impressive stuff from each competitor involved but as you said, an incredible win for Nevaeh who can start plotting her way back to the top!
Everett: What's up next?
Amsler: God knows, let's see what's happening backstage!
The camera cuts backstage inside the Palma Arena where Jenna Salvatore
Jenna Salvatore: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome at this time ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love and the INDY Champion Killjoy Ito…
The camera pulls away to show a smiling Tommy Love peeking around Killjoy Ito and then ducking behind him only to peek his head back out and smile
Jenna Salvatore: Yeah it would be VERY smart of you to hide, you know Vanita Thompson would like nothing more than to smack that smug face of your after your little spat…
Tommy walks out from behind Killjoy laughing
Tommy Love: Oh Jenna, I was just having a little fun with her, I can’t help it she takes things so seriously on Twitter but I get it...to you kids Twitter is everything but for me and Killjoy this business is everything and that’s where the differences start between Killjoy and Vanita…
Tommy smiles
Tommy Love: Case in point Jenna we have been here in Palma for 5 days, hell we took the red eye here right after Scars & Stripes to make sure we had Killjoy’s body right, to make sure we would peak at the right time and would not feel the effects of the time difference...Vanita, she just got in, stayed in the States to train, now I ask you Jenna does that make any damn sense to you? This is her one shot to face off against the Indy Champion, to show management that she a contender yet she flies in at the last min...I question her dedication Jenna…
Jenna Salvatore: Listen there is no right or wrong way to get yourself ready…
Tommy Love: No...but there is a CHAMPIONS way of doing things and Vanita showed this week she is not ready to be in the same conversation as the champions here in Prime, did you see how easy it was for me to push her buttons this week on social media?
Jenna Salvatore: And that could have provider her motivation…
Tommy Love: She shouldn’t have need motivation Jenna...she’s facing the Indy Champion Killjoy Ito, hell she didn’t even know it was me that she was talking to on Twitter...it showed me right then and there she hadn’t put in the homework on Killjoy, that’s she winging it and this match doesn’t mean as much to her as she claims it does but that’s ok...because we will make a statement out of her here tonight…
Tommy grins as he turns and pats Killjoy and the Indy Championship
Tommy Love: It wasn’t lost on us how the EWC and it’s fans feel about the champions they saw at Scars and Stripes and the high regard they have for them but it’s damn time that Killjoy Ito’s name is held in the same regard as Ace King and Cyrus Black...there is a reason that Killjoy has been right up there at the top of the Elite 15 all year and Jenna we went to Scars and Stripes to scout those champions we might face off at Night of Champions and one thing that struck me is that the elite of this company don’t lose matches to people like Vanita Thompson...they just don’t. They walk right through someone like Vanita and that’s exactly what we are going to do out there tonight…
Jenna Salvatore: You better not be looking past…
Tommy Love: Jenna we are doing no such thing, I can promise you that she has our full and undivided attention...I just can’t say the same thing about her and where her head is...to be honest I haven’t checked Twitter tonight to see how she’s doing or feeling but I’ll make sure I send her my condolences after the match and make damn sure to tag her in the post because tonight he put an end to any hopes she might have of challenging for that championship and send her to the back of the line where she can redefine herself or become a new person or tell the next person she faces about how she’s a new Vanita or whatever bullshit she wants to come up with to deal with yet another loss out there…
Tommy laugh as he and Killjoy head towards the ring
MATCH 4
»SINGLES«
Vanita Thompson
Vs Killjoy Ito
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»SINGLES«
Vanita Thompson
Vs Killjoy Ito
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As “Throes of Perdition” by Trivium starts to play throughout the Palma Arena, Vanita Thompson makes her way out to the ring.
Reid: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 121 pounds...this is VANITA THOMPSON!
Everett: Vanita might have bounced back with a win on our last show, but I don’t think things will be turning out in her favor tonight.
Amsler: Don’t be counting her out yet. Vanita knows what a win over the Indy Champion would do for her career. She isn’t just going to let an opportunity like this pass her by.
Everett: I doubt Killjoy will give her a choice in the matter.
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, the white light turns gold as gold confetti falls from the ceiling. 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. Tommy points to the championship around the Killjoy's waist and smiles. He leads Killjoy to the ring as the fans heckle him but reach out to touch Killjoy.
Reid: And her opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds. He is the current reigning Indy Champion, being accompanied by Tommy Love... KILLJOY ITO!
Everett: After his impressive victory over Scorpio, no way Killjoy is going to let Vanita get by him tonight!
Amsler: Tommy and Killjoy might think they have everything figured out, but Vanita might just surprise them here tonight.
Everett: Talk about some wishful thinking.
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 and then unhooks the championship and holds it up into the air as Tommy exits the ring and stands ringside.
DING DING DING
At the sound of the bell, Vanita is already seen mouthing off with Tommy, allowing Killjoy to come from behind and hook her arms only to take her over with a Tiger Suplex. He holds the bridge for the pin. 1...2…
Everett: Vanita might want to keep her focus on Killjoy if she plans on winning.
Amsler: Kinda hard to do with Tommy’s HUGE mouth.
It definitely wasn’t enough to keep her down, but it was enough to shake her up. Which is why Killjoy dominated the offense for the next several minutes. He used moves such as a Fireman’s Carry Gutbuster and the Last Ride Powerbomb turned into a Sit-Out Powerbomb. But no matter how hard Killjoy tried to put her away, Vanita refused to give up and eventually battled her way back into the fight. As Killjoy whipped her into the ropes, he tried for a dropkick when she came off, but she ducked under the shot running into the ropes on the other side. As Killjoy got to his feet and turned in her direction, she took down with a spear. She kicked him a few times before going to the outside. After scaling the ropes, Vanita came from the top with a Flying Elbow. She tries for a cover, but Killjoy kicks out at 2.
Amsler: Vanita beginning to find her rhythm now.
Everett: I’m still not all that impressed.
She continues the offense for the few minutes before trying to hit the Vain Shot. But as she measures him up for it, Tommy reaches in and grabs her leg.
Amsler: What is that slimeball doing?
Everett: What? I see nothing!
As quick as he had it, Tommy releases his hold. But Vanita is all worked up.
Amsler: Vanita needs to keep cool.
She does her best to get her emotions in check as the match continues. Eventually Vanita gets another opportunity at the Vain Shot. This time she finds the mark. But as she goes for the cover, Tommy hops on the apron to distract the ref from making the count.
Amsler: Betcha don’t see that, either?!
As soon as Vanita gets to her feet, Tommy hops down.
Everett: Nope!
As Vanita goes to pick Killjoy off the mat, he pulls her down into a small package. 1...2...2 ½….
Everett: Killjoy nearly had the victory right there!
After the two of them scramble back to their feet, there is some back and forth action with each of them trading move for move. But after putting Killjoy on the mat with a Belly to Back Suplex, Tommy must sense she has the upper hand and gets back on the apron. As an angry Vanita comes over to confront him, he takes a swing at her with the ‘Love Stick’, but she ducks and sends him flying from the apron with forearm shot.
Amsler: About time Tommy got what was coming to him.
As Vanita turns back around, Killjoy is coming her direction. She quickly tries for another Vain Shot, but when Killjoy ducks she goes crashing to the mat. As she gets to her knees, Killjoy is there measuring her up just before he takes her head off with the V-Trigger. The moment Vanita drops back to the mat, Killjoy makes the cover. 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
As “Deeper Deeper” by One Ok Rock starts to play out, Tommy comes in the ring holding his jaw while raising Killjoy’s arm in victory.
Reid: And the winner of the match, via pinfall...the Indy Champion, KILLLLJOOOOOYYYYYY ITOOOOOO!
Amsler: If it wasn’t for Tommy....
Everett: Don’t you start making excuses now.
Amsler: Just trying to state the facts.
Everett: The fact is, the Kettei-da gives our Indy Champion his latest victory!
Amsler: Still a tremendous effort by Vanita despite all the interefere. Something tells me she isn’t going to let that go.
Everett: Well, Killjoy will just beat her all over again if she decides to get in his way. So that’s up to her. But up next, we will see El Pablo taking on Chris Maverick!
Tommy smirks down at the fallen Vanita while rejoicing in Killjoy’s win as their celebration continues.
MATCH 5
»SINGLES«
El Pablo
Vs Chris Maverick
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»SINGLES«
El Pablo
Vs Chris Maverick
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Everett: Welcome back EWC faithful! Don’t go anywhere, because we’re about to see the technicolor tecnico get turned into abstract art.
Amsler: C’mon Everett, you think Chris Maverick has what it takes to take out El Pablo? Dude is a f---
Everett: Language! Jesus, were you raised by wolves Sandra?
Amsler: Oh go squat on a railroad spike.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring, weighing in at 235 pounds, he currently resides in The Graveyard, he is the Devil's Worst Nightmare.. CHRIS MAVERICK!
"Sing From The Gallows" by Diablo BLVD blasts through the PA boxes, as Chris Maverick stumbles his way out, with a crazed look around to the fans. Maverick's eyes are widened and he has a sly smirk on his face. Maverick slowly walks down the ramp, slapping his head. When Maverick slaps his head, he turns to an angered expression and slowly makes his way up the steps. Maverick looks around at all of the booing fans, and ignores them.
Maverick steps in the ring, and runs towards the ropes where he raises his arm over it. Maverick paces around back and forth, and then slaps his head. Maverick smiles again, and hits the ropes. Maverick falls down on his back and claps for himself, laughing as he does it. Maverick rolls to his feet, and takes his jacket off.
Maverick drops his jacket out of the ring, as he starts talking to himself, and mutters something to the referee. The referee has a confused look on his face, and Maverick pats his back, before laughing to himself again, as if he had just made an extremely funny joke. Maverick laughs his way into the corner, until he stops, and his angry expression is back, as he waits.
Everett: This is the look of a man who’s possessed.
Amsler: They make a cream for that I think.
Everett: Do you have a smartass comeback for everything?
Amsler: Usually, why?
"VIVA LA RAINBOWLUTION!!!”
Searchlights scan across the stage and over the raucous crowd as ‘Party Hard’ by Andrew WK begins to blare from the speakers. The driving guitar sets a tone of frenetic energy and excitement before giving way to a simple, repeating piano chord as the MacTron displays the following message:
As the main riff 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: His opponent, From the Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England… Weighing in at 195lbs...He is the Technicolour Tecnico, and the Leader of the Rainbowlution… ELLLLL PABLOOOOOOOOOO!!!
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
Both men immediately tie up in the ring, and Chris Maverick gets the early advantage, using his larger frame to power El Pablo back into the corner. He drives a knee into the mid section of the technicolor tecnico, before whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner. El Pablo however manages to run up the turnbuckle and throw himself backward with a moonsault to avoiding getting train wrecked in the corner and landing on his feet behind Maverick. Maverick manages to stop short of going chest first into the corner, and El Pablo hits a dropkick to the back that causes Maverick to bounce into the turnbuckle chest first and El Pablo goes for a rollup with the momentum of Maverick coming back out of the corner.
1!
2!
Everett: And a kick out by Chris Maverick!
Amsler: El Pablo with a quick cover, and a snack!
Everett: I don’t even want to know where he got those skittles, Amsler.
Amsler: Heh… taste the rainbow motherf-
Sandra’s last couple syllables are cut off by the sound of a thunderous slam as Chris Maverick is back to his feet and has caught a running El Pablo with a big boot. El Pablo’s head bounces off of the mat, and Chris Maverick pounces on the opportunity to try and put him away quickly. Maverick picks up El Pablo, looking for Resolution of Death V, but Pablo manages to squirm himself up to try and bring down Maverick with a frankensteiner. Chris Maverick, however, blocks the attempt and instead hoists up El Pablo and throws him into the corner with a buckle bomb. Maverick holds down El Pablo in the corner with his foot, choking out the rainbow high flyer, before he pulls him out of the corner and hauls him up to try and put him away again. This time, he looks for Resolution of Death IV but El Pablo catches him mid-hoist and out of nowhere hits Taste The Rainbow! Both men bounce off of the mat, but El Pablo rolls over and hooks the leg on Maverick for the 1, 2, 3.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... EL PABLO!
Everett: El Pablo, again, manages to get the lucky pin and scores a win on the future FSW North American Champion.
Amsler: Or, counter argument, El Pablo was right and Chris Maverick was outta his element on PRIME and couldn’t hang.
Everett: Nobody go anywhere, because after this break it’s the TV title match for the ages! Jordan Sharpe will defend his title against Rafe White who had a brilliant debut two weeks ago. Stay tuned, to EWC TV!
Reid: Ladies and gentlemen. Please welcome at this time…
“Bamboleo” by the Gypsy Kings begins playing and the crowd erupts.
Reid: CARLOOOOS RUUUIZ!!!
The home country crowd is all on their feet as the Spanish Luchador Carlos Ruiz steps out from the back and onto the stage. Carlos has on a tight black vee-neck t-shirt with a pair of jeans and some alligator skin boots. He makes his way down the ramp and slaps hands on the way.
Everett: Hell no! Not this idiot. What the hell is he doing here?
Amsler: You fuckin moron. This is Carlos’ home country. He’s a former Tag Team and Indy Champion here in the EWC. He is more than welcome to come join us!
Carlos, now in the ring, waves to the fans as Reid hands Carlos the microphone and “Bamboleo” fades out. Carlos goes to speak, but the crowd is deafening and drowns him out.
CAR-LOS!
CAR-LOS!
CAR-LOS!
Ruiz: Ah! Gracias, amigos! I am happy very much to be here tonight. The EWC always invite Carlos to come to the shows and talk if I want to whenever they are in España! There have been so many thing to celebrate in the EWC. Señor Jordan is Campeon Televisión and is about to defend Campeonado! Señor Killjoy is still Campeon Indy! And we finally have new Campeon Undisputed when Señor Ace defeat Señor Dominic at the Scars and Stripes!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Everett: This idiot thrives on cheap pops.
Amsler: Shut… up. I’m getting sick of you, Everett.
Ruiz: Carlos has been sitting and watching the EWC for last two month and enjoying it very much. It almost make me miss the wrestling.
Carlos laughs as the crowd cheers and starts chanting.
COME BACK!
COME BACK!
COME BACK!
Ruiz: Carlos appreciate that very much. But Carlos has no intention to come back. Carlos does miss the wrestling but I think I stay away. It is…
Suddenly the lights go out in the Palma Arena.
Everett: What the hell?!
Amsler: I don’t like this, Everett. What is happening?
The crowd collectively gasps as the lights come back on moments later and the ring is surrounded by circus freaks, clowns, men on stilts, and even a bearded lady. However, in the ring with Carlos stands a man in a grungy dirty top hat and coat.
He reaches out and taps on Carlos on the shoulder. In one swift motion, the large man lifts Carlos and plants him to the canvas with a Reverse Spinning Powerslam. The man grins and bows to the crowd as they boo loudly.
The lights go back out. A few seconds later the lights come back on and Carlos lays motionless in the middle of the ring. Next to him is the ratty black top hat. Security and medics rush to the ring to aid the former Indy Champion.
Amsler: What the fuck just happened?
Everett: I don’t know but make it happen again! That stupid idiot “Spanish Luchador” is out cold!
The crowd continues to boo as medics help Carlos to the back and the ring crew prepares for the Main Event.
EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Rafe White
Vs Jordan Sharpe
Everett: Our main event of the evening is up next which means its Television Championship time! Our champion Jordan Sharpe defending his title against the impressive newcomer Rafe White.
Amsler: I mean shit this is going to be one hell of a match! Since winning the Television Championship in Hong Kong back in May Jordan Sharpe has been on fire, he’s had successful title defenses against Vanita Thompson, Jonty Kelly and Fabian Dufresne!
Everett: Fabian should have won that match last time out on PRIME! It’s a conspiracy.
Amsler: I’m not having this conversation with you again. Anyway our challenger for tonight Rafe White was equally as impressive beating Faith Rivers in his debut match last time out on PRIME.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at 190 pounds... RAFE WHITE!!!
'Tears' by health plays as Rafe white slowly makes his way out onto the ramp and towards the ring.
Reid: His opponent, from Woodstock, NB, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... He is THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION... JORDAN FREAKIN’ SHARPE!!!
it's pitch black when the song begins to play and then as the lyrics begin it changes to deep red and Sharpe comes down to the ring. He really is indifferent to his entrance and doesn't care to even react or do anything.
Sharpe and White lock up and a test of strength begins which Sharpe seems to be getting the better of. White suddenly lets go of his grip on Sharpe and hits him with a closed fist straight on the nose. As Sharpe stumbles back holding his nose White lunges forward and hits a big boot straight to the face of Sharpe. As Sharpe lays on the mat the camera zooms in and his face appears to be covered in blood, coming from his nose. The ref tries to check on Sharpe to see if he is ok but White doesn’t care, and he shoves the ref out of the way before dropping a couple of viscous knees strikes right onto the head of Sharpe. The ref pulls White away from Shapre and then warns him that he’ll be disqualified if he puts his hand on the ref again.
Everett: Come on ref, all is fair in love and war! Let the man get on with his job, he’s got Jordan Sharpe on the ropes!
Amsler: Rafe put his hands on the ref, so he’s been warned. More importantly Jordan Sharpes nose looks like it’s busted open, this could be a huge problem for the champ!
White goes back on the offense, stomping into Sharpe on the ground. White then gets on top of Sharpe and starts smashing him with left and right forearm smashes. Sharpe somehow manages to shove White off of him. As the two men get to there feet White charges at Sharpe with another big boot, but Sharpe manages to dodge it and instead he cracks Sharpe across the jaw with a European uppercut that damn near takes his head off. White stumbles back into the corner as Sharpe holds his nose and wipes the blood away.
With White in the corner, Sharpe takes a look at the blood that’s on his hands as his face contorts in anger he looks up at his opponent. Sharpe charges towards White, hitting one of his moves The Freakin Boot. Rafe rolls out of the ring as Sharpe quickly follows him. Sharpe picks White up and whips him hard into the steel steps. Sharpe isn’t letting up, he picks White up and hits a fallaway slam onto the ramp. Sharpe bangs on the barricade and lets out a loud roar as the fans go crazy around him.
Amsler: The champ is absolutely wrecking shop here and the fans are one hundred per cent behind him!
Everett: That busted nose of his makes him better looking.
Sharpe rolls White back into the ring at the eight count before getting back in himself. As Sharpe picks White up, White grabs a hold of Sharpes busted nose and twists it. Sharpe cry’s out in pain, White kicks him in the gut and pulls Sharpe down, hitting him with his version of the Pedigree! White throws an arm over Sharpe as the ref counts....
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ONE
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TWO
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THRE.... Sharpe gets a shoulder up! White shakes his head in frustration as he eyeballs the referee.
Amsler: Two and a half count! I thought Rafe White had the win there. You cannot discount the heart and desire of the champ Jordan Sharpe!
White climbs up the top rope and gets ready to hit a moonsault. Just then Sharpe pulls him to his feet, he runs to corner and climbs up. White and Sharpe both trade blows as they both balance on the top rope. White throws an elbow at Sharpe but he ducks it, and instead clocks White with a headbutt. With White stunned Sharpe hooks him up, and turns them to face the mat, suddenly he leaps from the top rope with White to hit his finisher The Sharpeknife!!! Sharpe throws an arm over White as the ref counts....
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ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... and the still your EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION.... JORDAN SHARPE!!!
Amsler: A top rope Sharpeknife and the champ gets the win! Jordan Sharpe is covered in his own blood, nose busted open, he looks like he’s been through a war tonight.... but he’s still the champ! And that’s exactly what makes a great champion, overcoming the odds and prevailing.
Everett: Rafe White was very unlikely tonight, on another day he would be the champion, and you can bet he will wear gold one day in the EWC! Jordan Sharpes time is running out...
Amsler: Rafe White was certainly impressive tonight but Jordan Sharpe will keep getting in that ring week in week out and prove the doubters wrong.
Jordan Sharpe holds the Television Championship high in the air as the camera zooms in on his face covered in blood, the fans chant his name loud. Rafe White stands at the top of the ramp and stares into the ring, watching Jordan celebrate as the camera fades.
Amsler: I mean shit this is going to be one hell of a match! Since winning the Television Championship in Hong Kong back in May Jordan Sharpe has been on fire, he’s had successful title defenses against Vanita Thompson, Jonty Kelly and Fabian Dufresne!
Everett: Fabian should have won that match last time out on PRIME! It’s a conspiracy.
Amsler: I’m not having this conversation with you again. Anyway our challenger for tonight Rafe White was equally as impressive beating Faith Rivers in his debut match last time out on PRIME.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at 190 pounds... RAFE WHITE!!!
'Tears' by health plays as Rafe white slowly makes his way out onto the ramp and towards the ring.
Reid: His opponent, from Woodstock, NB, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... He is THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION... JORDAN FREAKIN’ SHARPE!!!
it's pitch black when the song begins to play and then as the lyrics begin it changes to deep red and Sharpe comes down to the ring. He really is indifferent to his entrance and doesn't care to even react or do anything.
DING DING DING
Sharpe and White lock up and a test of strength begins which Sharpe seems to be getting the better of. White suddenly lets go of his grip on Sharpe and hits him with a closed fist straight on the nose. As Sharpe stumbles back holding his nose White lunges forward and hits a big boot straight to the face of Sharpe. As Sharpe lays on the mat the camera zooms in and his face appears to be covered in blood, coming from his nose. The ref tries to check on Sharpe to see if he is ok but White doesn’t care, and he shoves the ref out of the way before dropping a couple of viscous knees strikes right onto the head of Sharpe. The ref pulls White away from Shapre and then warns him that he’ll be disqualified if he puts his hand on the ref again.
Everett: Come on ref, all is fair in love and war! Let the man get on with his job, he’s got Jordan Sharpe on the ropes!
Amsler: Rafe put his hands on the ref, so he’s been warned. More importantly Jordan Sharpes nose looks like it’s busted open, this could be a huge problem for the champ!
White goes back on the offense, stomping into Sharpe on the ground. White then gets on top of Sharpe and starts smashing him with left and right forearm smashes. Sharpe somehow manages to shove White off of him. As the two men get to there feet White charges at Sharpe with another big boot, but Sharpe manages to dodge it and instead he cracks Sharpe across the jaw with a European uppercut that damn near takes his head off. White stumbles back into the corner as Sharpe holds his nose and wipes the blood away.
With White in the corner, Sharpe takes a look at the blood that’s on his hands as his face contorts in anger he looks up at his opponent. Sharpe charges towards White, hitting one of his moves The Freakin Boot. Rafe rolls out of the ring as Sharpe quickly follows him. Sharpe picks White up and whips him hard into the steel steps. Sharpe isn’t letting up, he picks White up and hits a fallaway slam onto the ramp. Sharpe bangs on the barricade and lets out a loud roar as the fans go crazy around him.
Amsler: The champ is absolutely wrecking shop here and the fans are one hundred per cent behind him!
Everett: That busted nose of his makes him better looking.
Sharpe rolls White back into the ring at the eight count before getting back in himself. As Sharpe picks White up, White grabs a hold of Sharpes busted nose and twists it. Sharpe cry’s out in pain, White kicks him in the gut and pulls Sharpe down, hitting him with his version of the Pedigree! White throws an arm over Sharpe as the ref counts....
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ONE
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TWO
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THRE.... Sharpe gets a shoulder up! White shakes his head in frustration as he eyeballs the referee.
Amsler: Two and a half count! I thought Rafe White had the win there. You cannot discount the heart and desire of the champ Jordan Sharpe!
White climbs up the top rope and gets ready to hit a moonsault. Just then Sharpe pulls him to his feet, he runs to corner and climbs up. White and Sharpe both trade blows as they both balance on the top rope. White throws an elbow at Sharpe but he ducks it, and instead clocks White with a headbutt. With White stunned Sharpe hooks him up, and turns them to face the mat, suddenly he leaps from the top rope with White to hit his finisher The Sharpeknife!!! Sharpe throws an arm over White as the ref counts....
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THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... and the still your EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION.... JORDAN SHARPE!!!
Amsler: A top rope Sharpeknife and the champ gets the win! Jordan Sharpe is covered in his own blood, nose busted open, he looks like he’s been through a war tonight.... but he’s still the champ! And that’s exactly what makes a great champion, overcoming the odds and prevailing.
Everett: Rafe White was very unlikely tonight, on another day he would be the champion, and you can bet he will wear gold one day in the EWC! Jordan Sharpes time is running out...
Amsler: Rafe White was certainly impressive tonight but Jordan Sharpe will keep getting in that ring week in week out and prove the doubters wrong.
Jordan Sharpe holds the Television Championship high in the air as the camera zooms in on his face covered in blood, the fans chant his name loud. Rafe White stands at the top of the ramp and stares into the ring, watching Jordan celebrate as the camera fades.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
FAITH RIVERS
NEVAEH
KILLJOY ITO
CARLOS RUIZ
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: MARK STORM
MATCH TWO
WRITER: DR PSYCHO
MATCH THREE
WRITER: MARK STORM
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: NEVAEH
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: MELODY MALONE
MATCH SIX
WRITER: CYRUS
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Faith Rivers Vs Raybao
WINNER: Faith Rivers
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SINGLES MATCH
Bandana Joe Porter Vs La Muerte
WINNER: Bandana Joe Porter
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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Fabian Dufrenese Vs Nevaeh Vs Zugaikostu
WINNER: Nevaeh
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SINGLES MATCH
Vanita Thompson Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
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SINGLES MATCH
El Pablo Vs Chris Maverick
WINNER: El Pablo
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SINGLES MATCH / EWC TELEVISION TITLE
Rafe White Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe (still EWC Television Champion)
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito & Neveah
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito vs Vanita Thompson
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