PRIME #43 - LIVE from Ano Liosia Olympic Hall

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

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
EWC PRIME
EPISODE 043
FEBRUARY 3RD 2019



LIVE FROM THE ANO LIOSIA OLYPMIC HALL IN ATHENS, GREECE

EWC PRIME
FEBRUARY 3RD, 2019
LIVE! from the Ano Liosia Olympic Hall In Athens, Greece
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 of the arena, golden fireworks light up the sky in a display that shines brightly. 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 the NAME Arena, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.

Micah Everett: Hello everyone and welcome to PRIME! I am Micah Everett, your expert play-by-play analyist... and joining me is the queen of clickbait herself, Sandra Amsler!

Sandra Amsler: Better to rule over the internet than over being a dicklord.

Everett: You say the nicest things, Sandy.

Amsler: Call me that again and I swear to God...

Everett: How disrespectful! Anyway, we've got one Hell of a card for you ladies and gentlemen tonight as the G1 continues. Before we go into breaking the card down for you, here are the current points totals for both Groups A and B. First, we'll start with Group A.

Everett: In the first round, we saw Nevaeh pick up a win over Xavier Reid, Stitches take down Frankie Romono, and El Pablo best Jordan Sharpe. While many would think it too early to pick the top two, my expert analysis leads me to believe that Nevaeh and Stitches are the two to beat.

Amsler: Yeah, because you wanna sleep with the one... and you're terrified of the other. What my esteemed colleague refuses to mention is that it's still early on in the round robin portion of things, and that all six members of this block still have plenty of time to kick each others' asses and make moves in the rankings.

Everett: Group B was where the real drama happened, though, with Candy's Castle tumbling down the rest of the way at the hands of Richard Garcia. The other two to come out of the first round victorious, Carlos Ruiz and Killjoy Ito, face off tonight in what is bound to be the beginning of Killjoy's lead--

Amsler: Jesus, can you hide your bias for a single, solitary moment and do your job? Christ on a pogo stick. Anyway, Jonty Kelly and Khaos both have big opportunities to regain momentum tonight as Jonty faces the now former Indy Champion in Candy, and Khaos finds himself with the opportunity of a lifetime... not to mention the chance of giving Garcia the shortest Indy Title reign of all time in our main event tonight.

Everett: Since when do YOU know anything about stats?!

Amsler: I didn't get my reputation on YouTube just from my pretty face, Micah. Now how about you pick your jaw up off the floor and tell these nice people about our Block A match-ups tonight?

Everett: ...right. We've got Nevaeh facing Frankie Romono, Xavier Reid taking on Jordan Sharpe, and El Pablo facing Stitches. We also have a special appearance from FSW's own Hope Diamong as she faces Waylon Graves, and our opening bout is Orion Samson versus Terra Walker.

Amsler: Well well well, look at that... you CAN be professional! Our opening match is up next!

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Cameras quickly cut to the gorilla position where Orion Samson is standing next to her wife Isabelle Wentworth. They are holding hands when Jenna Salvatore pops up in next to her.

Salvatore: Orion in just a few minutes you will be competing in your first match on Prime. How are you feeling right now?

Orion: I am feeling like my world is going to get busy. 

Jenna nods as Isabelle leans forward to kiss her wife on the cheek.

Salvatore: What are your plans after Prime?

Orion: After I beat Terra Walker senseless, I will have to hop on the first flight back to the states. From there I will be heading to Orlando for my Brawl debut followed by my Rampage debut.

Jenna: You are extremely busy. So you think you are going to beat Terra?

Orion gets right into Jenna's face.

Orion: I don't think I can beat her. I know I will destroy that poser. So everyone had better watch closely because I'm not someone you want to fuck with.

Orion stalks out of the shot the camera cutting to where Carrie Samson is seen leaving the catering area holding a hotdog in one hand. Her blonde hair is flowing in the slight breeze as she stops to look at the poster.

Carrie: I am so happy to see my sister compete. She is so strong. I know she will give Terra a major headache.

Carrie takes a bite of her hotdog as Jenna Salvatore walks up to Carrie, having happened upon the other Samson sister in her trip elsewhere. Carrie swallows down her bite while looking at a poster of Aaron Whalen.

Salvatore: Are you enjoying yourself Carrie?

Carrie looks over at Jenna with a blank stare.

Carrie: I am okay. I am still trying to understand how a coward like Aaron was able to defeat me. No matter, I will find myself back into the ring. Tonight, I am here to support my sister.

Carrie walks away as she continues to eat her hotdog. As she is heading down the hallway, she bumps into her sister.

Orion: Carrie, what are you doing?

Carrie: I'm eating a hotdog. Are you ready for Terra?

Orion nods her head.

Orion: I sure am ready. I think she will be in for a rude awakening.

Carrie: Good luck sis.

Orion fist bumps her little sister before heading off toward the ring.

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MATCH 1
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ORION SAMSON Vs
TERRA WALKER

Everett: Our opening bout has all the makings of an interesting one, as Orion Samson and Terra Walker square off to see who is, and I can't believe I'm saying this... more psychotic.

Amsler: Wow, you sound judgy about that. What happened to it being all about the action no matter how it comes about, Micah? Or is that only in the cases of the wrestlers you actually like?

Everett: I just don't see why the younger generation of wrestlers seems Hellbent on trying to act like something negative is supposed to be something to be PROUD of, much less two lovely young ladies who should know better!

Amsler: Translation: waaah, my delicate sensibilities think these two womenfolk should be worried about making sandwiches instead of kicking ass in the ring! Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, man. Do you even hear yourself sometimes?

Reid: This opening match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 137 pounds... ORION SAMSON!

."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. They stand at thee top, 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.

Reid: And his/her opponent, from Oxford, England, weighing in at 132 pounds... TERRA WALKER!

"Honeysuckle" by The Dillinger Escape Plan plays as multiple colors flash. Multiple spotlights search around, causing the anticipation and anxiety throughout the crowd. One spotlight spots Terra Walker within the ruckus crowd, who roars at the sight of her. Pushing through fans until she finds a willing group that crowd surfs her to the barricade, Terra stands atop it, and lets rip with a scream that the crowd returns. Walking along the commentary table with a wink thrown in the reddening face of Micah, Terra makes her way into the ring, her gaze intent upon her opponent as her music fades.

DING DING DING

The moment the bell rang, Orion and Terra were at each others' throats with a ferocity that gave both of their monikers creedence. There was no lock-up to speak of, the duo of women instead trading blows that rocked their opponent, but seemingly only gave them more momentum to hit each other with. Ultimately, the taller Samson was able to use that height advantage to her benefit, driving Walker into the ropes with a particularly vicious left-handed forearm. The crowd cheered for Orion as she caught Terra on the rebound and hit a belly-to-belly suplex, the added momentum making the landing hurt all the more!

Everett: Well, the one thing I can say about that exchange was Samson had good form on her belly-to-belly suplex.

Amsler: Shh...deep breaths, old man. I know you're sad because they both hit harder than you and it makes you feel funny, but try not to let any of it spill out for a minute.

At this point, Samson started to get cocky. After nailing her Nerd Down Impact DDT, she got up and moved, with lots of flourishes, toward the opposite corner. She then set herself, running a step forward before doing a back handspring and flipping herself into a big backflip double knee drop, but Terra rolled out of the way! Samson tried to recover, but Terra was on her, driving her into the corner and unloading with Strong Style strikes, forearms and knees and chops that all drove Samson further into the corner. Eventually Samson fell down, seated in the corner, at which point Terra screamed, ran across to the opposite corner, and chargeD back, nailing Samson with her Landslide knee strike. Samson was out at this point, but Terra pulled her head up by the hair and slapped her until she was conscious enough to respond, at which point she nailed her with the Brain Tremor punt kick, after which she finally pinned Samson for the three count.

DING DING DING

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

Everett: Now that was wholly unnecessary! Orion was already at your mercy!

Amsler: I'm sorry I ever believed you had brain cells. Weren't you the one who mentioned their contest of psychosis earlier? Enacting what you believe is your opponent's just desserts on them is no fun if they're not present to eat them?

Everett: It disturbs me that you have this much insight on this matter.

Amsler: And it disturbs me that you are stuck living in the 50s, but murder as a public service is still murder, so you get to stink up the gene pool for a while longer.

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The camera cuts backstage inside The Ano Liosia Olympic Hall to where Xavier Reid is getting ready alongside his partners in crime Nikki Dupree and his cousin Tlatoani Volando, who is on the phone.

Volando: Yes Uncle, I understand English and even speak it better than you. I will tell him.

Tlatoani rolls his eyes as he looks at Xavier and Nikki mocks his uncle by claiming he's crazy as he laughs.

Dupree: Does he not realize we are Live and your cousins Perdido and Abando will tell your uncle what he did the second he gets off the phone?

Reid: I've long given up trying to understand what's going on inside Tlatoani's head.

Volando: Yeah, I got it and will pass it on. What I can't...

Tlatoani presses the end button and laughs.

Volando: My God the man can go on and on...he wanted me to remind you how bad it made him look. How bad it made the family look losing Night 1 against Nevaeh. That he didn't allow you to enter the G1 to make the family look like fools.

Dupree: Oh, he allowed Xavier to enter the G1, did he ? I must have missed that meeting.

Volando: I hung up before he started going on about how 'He Who Must Not Be Named' beat Jordan Sharpe last week and how catastrophic it would be to lose to the guy that 'You Know Who' just beat.

Dupree: Reading Harry Potter again are we?

Volando: Yeah but...

Salvatore: But he's not wrong now is he?

The three turn to see Jenna Salvatore standing behind them, listening to their conversation.

Salvatore: I don't think I need to tell you there is no coming back from 0 pts after Night 2 of the G1.

Volando: He knows how important tonight is.

Reid: I know the history of the G1. I know you can overcome a Night 1 loss but a second loss? Well that's game over isn't it? And I didn't come here to Prime to be a non-factor. Last week was a slip up.I don't plan on being caught off guard again.

Salvatore: This week you openly announced you are 'The Brawl Superstar in the G1'.

Reid: And I am. See I came here to ALSO be a Prime Superstar but SOME here see me as an outside, why? Because they see me on Monday nights on Brawl, because I was from FSW, but what it's ok when Stitches and Killjoy show up on Uprising? I get it. I am a threat to them and they don't like it so I'll embrace who I am. I am on Brawl. You know what else I am? The X-Division Champion.

Xavier points to the X-Division Championship sitting on the amp case.

Reid: I'm a guy that could have called up Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir and bailed the second negotiations started with Brawl. Told them it wasn't worth my time like Walter Melon and Sarah Roberts did but no, I am here because I saw what this is. The G1. And unlike any other EWC star I came here to be apart of it. I'm testing my skills against the best of Prime. when is the last time anyone here besides Candy say the same? What are they afraid of? I'm out of my element but instead of being embraced I'm treated like an outsider and ok that's fine. I'll be that for them so they can get motivated because I want them at their very best when I beat them.

Salvatore: Well you seemed to motivate Jordan Sharpe this week.

Reid: Talk about someone who did a 180, the guy went from being on the verge of offing himself to puffing out his chest and wanting to fight. By the way YOU'RE WELCOME. I guess my words sparked a fire inside you and allowed your balls to finally descend so I welcome the fight but worry about what will happen when all that fire in his belly isn't enough this week. That despite his best effort he fails again because he may think I'm a, what did he call me?

Volando: A 'Pampered Little Bitch'...

Xavier Reid: Haha, well it is now you who don't know me Jordan but that's ok, I'll introduce myself to you inside that ring tonight and I'll make it as unpleasant as possible. I said this wasn't personal well I change my mind. I want to show you first hand the difference between a Indy Star and a FUCKING SUPERSTAR. See, just beating you for the 2 points isn't going to satisfy me anymore. No I want to beat you back into your place Jordan. I want to beat you back into that dark twisted hole in the ground where you have just given up on everything. I want to be the one that gave you hope and then beat it away.

Volando: That's dark dude. is this your doing?

Tlatoani looks at Nikki who just smiles.

Reid: So drag his ass out to that ring now because I'm ready to beat his ass and collect my 2 points.

Xavier turns and heads towards the ring

Volando: JFS. Just Fucking Screwed.

Jenna exhauls and walks away as Tlatoani laughs and looks at Nikki who does the same

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MATCH 2
<<G1 MATCH>>
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XAVIER REID Vs
JORDAN SHARPE

Everett: The first G1 bout of the evening is up next as Xavier Reid takes on Jordan Sharpe... though I don't think this is a match so much as it's going to be career suicide by champion.

Amsler: Whoa whoa whoa, the Hell did you just say?!

Everett: Career suicide by champion... you know, like suicide by cop. I mean, it's obvious Jordan Sharpe doesn't have the will to live anymore--

Amsler: And I'm gonna stop you there before I decide to see if I can throw a left as hard as Mike McGuire can because we both know your bitch ass'd sue instead of actually squaring up.

Reid: The following G1 match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... XAVIER REID!

'Papercut' hits the sound system as the overhead lights flicker in a mimicry of lightning, the crowd jeering as Xavier Reid emerges from behind the curtain, the X-Division Title over one shoulder and a smirk on his lips. Making his way to the ring, Reid enters before playing to the crowd... though really, it's more him taunting the PRIME fans than anything else.

Reid: And his opponent, from Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... JORDAN SHARPE!

It's pitch black when 'Mein Herz Brennt' begins to play and then, as the lyrics begin, it changes to deep red. The fans cheer as Sharpe comes down to the ring. He really is indifferent to his entrance and doesn't care to even react or do anything, though something twitches in his expression when he stares down his opponent.

DING DING DING

Before the match even started, Reid was trash-talking... and once the bell rang? Xavier was backing it up, charging Jordan and taking advantage of his superior speed to get in close and start laying into his opponent with kicks, driving Sharpe into a corner. The onslaught of offense and smack-talk continued even as Jordan covered up as best as he could, the referee eventually intervening to force the break. Xavier, of course,was right back at it the moment the official was out of the way, an open-handed slap delivered to Jordan's face that earned jeers from the crowd and a setting of Sharpe's jaw.

Everett: Maybe I was wrong after all about Jordan's intentions coming into this match... or what's more likely is that Xavier's gotten under his skin, making it easier for him to put this waste of a G1 spot away.

Amsler: I think we're gonna go with you being wrong since, y'know, you are. Again. I get the feeling that you're about to see that for yourself.

Sharpe came out of the corner with a series of European uppercuts that staggered Reid, but when he backed into the ropes and went for a lariat, Xavier ducked it and caught Sharpe with a pele kick as he tried to stop on a dime. Reid smirked and grabbed Sharpe's arms, then laid into his face and chest with the Indy Stomp. After about twenty seconds of pummeling, during which the Athenian crowd booed away, Reid relented and started bragging about how he's better than this. Then he looked over just in time to see Sharpe sit up, a murderous intent in his eyes. Reid feigned a retreat, then rushed in, but Sharpe was ready with a big Spinebuster! Reid scrambled away, but Sharpe wailed away with a flurry of knee and elbow strikes that drove Reid into the corner. With nowhere left to run, Sharpe kept going for a few seconds before whipping Reid into the opposite corner, letting out a primal scream, and charging at him with a huge Freakin Boot! Reid tried to fall away to recover, but Sharpe did not let him. He caught Reid, slapped him just as Reid had slapped him, then pulled him away from the corner and drilled him with the Sharpeknife, earning the win and a raucous cheer from the Grecian fans!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via method... JORDAN SHARPE!

Everett: It might be early, but I'm making the call. This is the surprise of the night.

Amsler: That you were wrong? Don't flatter yourself. Upsetting the X-Division Champion? A more reasonable response. Also, if you ever speak so carelessly about suicide at this table again in ANY way, I will peel your dick like a banana. Have I made myself perfectly fucking clear?

Everett: ...crystal. Jordan Sharpe proving tonight that it's anyone's ballgame on any given Sunday, ladies and gentlemen.

Amsler: I'm glad we understand each other.

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Jenna Salvatore is shown walking backstage and as she turns the corner she sees Killjoy Ito, her excitement however is short lived as 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love steps in her path towards the Young Lion.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Well hello there, Jenna!

Jenna Salvatore: I was hoping to get a word with Killjoy--

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Yeah, and he pays me to talk to you, it's a fun little circle that goes round and round.

Salvatore: I was hoping he would 'be his own man'.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Oh how cute, I see your mouth moving but hear the words of Carlos Ruiz, I wonder, do you enjoy having his hand up your butt? Don't answer that, this is a family show... but I assure you and our little Spanish Fly that Killjoy Ito is all man and Carlos will find that out inside that ring tonight. But I've got to give him credit, it was a nice try... trying to divide Killjoy and Tommy but we have seen it before, people have been telling Killjoy since we got here to Prime he was paying the price for my mouth but we laugh. We laugh because Killjoy Ito has been the talk of Prime since Day 1 around here where as Carlos...well, hey...people like his accent I guess?

Salvatore: It's more than that, Tommy.

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: Oh Jenna there isn't much more to Carlos than his accent, what has he done around here? All of his EWC success has been done up on Rampage with the biggest fucker I've ever seen,. Hell Jenna, I could have been tag team champions with Grizzly Duggan as my partner... you could have been tag team champions with Grizzly Duggan, so I question Carlos standing up there in front of the cameras with a straight face and telling anyone, let alone Killjoy to be his own man. Maybe now that Grizzly's retired he's being forced to practice what he's preaching and wants everyone to be alone in this world like him but sadly Killjoy likes me around to deal with people like you, Jenna.

Salvatore: People like me? What's that supposed to mean?

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: It means he has little time for the trivial questions people like you want to ask so that daunting task of dealing with you but tonight is about Night 2 of the Prime G1, Jenna, and Killjoy and Carlos both sit a top of Block B with 2 points along with Richard Garcia and the winner tonight Jenna takes a HUGE step in securing one of the two top spots in the Block, it's simple math and when we see Carlos all we see is 2 points Jenna, 2 points we need to advance.

Jenna Salvatore: But Carlos...

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: But Carlos seems to be on a bigger mission that the G1, he wants to be Killjoy's savior, to be an exorcist if you will to rid Killjoy's body of this evil spirit that's latched onto is...making him evil and do evil things.

Jenna Salvatore: That's not...

'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love: And furthermore his focus is on me and what I'll be doing ringside and to beat Killjoy you CAN'T be worried about Tommy Love, so tonight we end this dream of Carlos Ruiz being a G1 champion and I hope all his fans that made the trip from Spain didn't mortgage their homes to be here because I'd hate for them to be disappointed and homeless all because of Carlos Ruiz!

Tommy laughs as he and Killjoy leave Jenna in the hallway.

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MATCH 3
<<G1 MATCH>>
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KILLJOY ITO Vs
CARLOS RUIZ

Everett: More Prime G1 action incoming! You know, Sandra, I saw something funny the other day. Carlos Ruiz trying to be a man instead of the passive slug he is.

Amsler: Carlos is more man than you'd ever be, bucko.

Everett: Doubt it. Tommy Love is gonna lead out The Young Lion in just moments and Mr. Ito is gonna squelch that spanish flame just like ... that.

Reid: The following match is for two points in the PRIME G1 and is scheduled for one fall! First, now residing in Miami, Florida, weighing in at 212 pounds, CARLOS RUIZ!!!

"Bamboleo" by Gypsy Kings hits over the P.A. System and the crowd goes crazy for their Spanish Luchadore! Carlos Ruiz walks out from the back posing for the crowd in his leather jacket that is zipped halfway up, pink speedo wrestling trunks, pink boots, and Maui Jim sunglasses.

Reid: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love, from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at 235 pounds, "THE FUTURE ACE" KILLJOY ITO!!!

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 racquet in the air.

DING DING DING

Much to Tommy's chagrin, the two competitors start this mouth out with a sign of respect - a handshake. But then the battle began. At first the two exchanged the traditional technical exchanges. Killjoy trying to ground the Luchadore with submissions and holds while Carlos showed some flash and style when he reversed an arm wringer, ran up the ropes, and flipped over Ito right into an arm drag. Tommy Love was irate to see his client outdone like that so when Ito rolled out of the ring, he gave him an earful.

Love: I want you to tear that has-been to pieces. Remember who you are!

It seemed to work as Ito slipped free from a full nelson suplex and backhanded the Spanish Luchadore with fist. He catches him with dropkick right on the chin after reversing an Irish whip. He lept through the air with Kushu and secured a nearfall. Ito started to feel it and he wanted to show Tommy Love that he is capable of just what he said. Aggression started to work against The Young Lion when he tried to seemingly end Ruiz for good with a death valley driver on the hard part of apron. Out of desperation, Carlos elbowed out of it and slipped behind Ito and hit that full nelson suplex on the apron!!! Killjoy's body folded like an accordion and he was dumped onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. Tommy Love was incensed!

Love: You killed him, you dumb motherfucker!

The crowd got to their feet at the sight of the devastating maneuver and even Carlos looked shocked. Tommy Love, without hesitation, yanks Carlos off the apron, thinking the referee was out of position, and nails Carlos in the face with that loaded tennis racket. The referee however does see it!

DING DING DING

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

Everett: Carlos Ruiz is a damn monster. What did Tommy and Killjoy ever do to him?

Amsler: That's a load of shit and you know it. Those two antagonized Carlos all week and now balk when the guy shows some bass. Carlos did nothing wrong and dumbass Tommy cost his client a match.

Everett: Whatever. Carlos is going to have to answer to that. He's lucky that Tommy is too busy checking on Ito otherwise, he'd drop an elbow on him. That's right, Carlos, get your ass to the back. Anyway, hopefully next match, the opponents don't try to KILL each other.

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MATCH 4
<<G1 MATCH>>
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EL PABLO Vs
STITCHES

Everett: Up next is another G1 bout, and this one will find two old rivals facing off in El Pablo and Stitches.... though I don't think it's fair to call it a true rivalry, not when it's been so one-sided in the favor of the clown.

Amsler: A rivalry's not defined by just wins and losses, Micah. Then again, why am I the one that has to point that out in the presence of such an ALLEGEDLY great analytical mind?

Everett: Because you're wrong, Sandra. It's as clear as the nose on my face that El Pablo's singular victory against Stitches was a fluke, and he's got one Hell of a mountain to climb if he wants to prove me wrong.

Amsler: Call me crazy, but I think he's got what it takes to do exactly that.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, from Portsmouth, United Kingdom, weighing in at 195 pounds... EL PABLO!

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. He gets to the ring, slides in and awaits the bell.

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

DING DING DING

The two former rivals started this one HOT as they leaped into action against each other. El Pablo would land a dropkick and following up with a quick set of elbows right into the head of Stitches. Stitches would comeback following some joint manipulation that he followed up with a surprise Samoan drop! After that point in the match the duo began to try and one up each other in a bit of mind games. Pablo did a monkey flip and Stitches hit old school. Pablo landed a running head-scissors takedown and Stitches came back with a mask-pulled backbreaker. After that Stitches would control the flow of the match for several minutes, using joint manipulation to work over El Pablo's hand, just twisting his fingers backwards and forwards, bending the wrist at levels to which even watching was gruesome. Pablo would get his chance at a comeback following an expertly timed sitout jawbreaker. Stitches would be smarter than the average wrestler though and take a powder, rolling out of the ring.

Everett: These two know one another inside and out. It's no wonder that neither one of them has managed to gain the upper hand as of yet, though it looks like El Pablo's candy coating is beginning to crack!

Amsler: Yeah, sure. Totally ignore how Pennywise's cousin is the one that had to back off before he got his facepaint melted off.

El Pablo didn't wait for Stitches to re-enter as he put it all on the line to shock Stitches with a sudden moonsault out of the ring, crashing into Stitches below! Pablo dragged Stitches up and then dropped him again with one clean elbow strike between the eyes! Pablo tossed Stitches into the ring and attempted what would be the first pinning attempt of this match, to which he found a two count. Stitches started to fight back but Pablo rushed into him with a running body press, followed by another pin... and another two count! Pablo dragged Stitches up and looked to hit the Facepainter but Stitches would avoid it and use Pablo's momentum to lift him up into a Samoan drop with a cover!... and it was a two count. Stitches wasted no time and lifted Pablo up by the mask before kicking him in the gut and grounding him. Stitches yanked Pablo into him with a side-headlock that he turned into a double-underhook and then with a sickening thud El Pablo's head collided into the canvas via a Sound of Music, Stitches securing the three count soonafter!

DING DING DING

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

Everett: Aha, just as I predicted! Do I get to call you crazy now, Sandra?

Amsler: Remember our conversation after Sharpe's victory?

Everett: ...point taken. Regardless, Stitches continues to build momentum as El Pablo finds himself sliding into the middle of the pack. With three rounds to go, it'll be interesting to see how much of a dominant position Stitches will be able to take.

Amsler: And there you are, pulling the future out of your ass based entirely on your own bias. I have to admit, though, that Stitches is proving to be one Hell of a tough cookie to crumble.

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MATCH 5
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WAYLON GRAVES Vs
HOPE DIAMOND

Everett: And next up is a break from the G1, a palate cleanser if you will, as Waylon Graves takes on the visiting Hope Diamond. I, for one, hope this will be the first of many appearances by the vicious and lovely Diamond.

Amsler: So in order to be a welcome visitor, you've just gotta be attractive enough for you to objectify. Gotcha.

Everett: That isn't it at all and you know it! Trying to reduce a man to his baser urges... why, that's rather SEXIST of you, wouldn't you agree?

Amsler: Not remotely, because you're the one with paper towels in front of you to catch your saliva. I hope Graves cracks Hope like a fake Zirconia. Let's get to the action before I decide to shove the roll in your mouth.

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

The intro of "Being Evil Has a Price" blasts out of the sound system. 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 with double rock horns. She mocks the fans ´reactions by placing her raised index fingers left and right of her temples, mimicking devils horns.

Bursting into laughter Hope struts down the aisle. She gets to the ring and laughs some more. 

Reid: And her opponent, First, from Arvada, Colorado, weighing in at 264 pounds... WAYLON GRAVES!

A slow intro by White Zombie rolls over the PA System as More Human than Human plays while the lights dim. As the lights die completely a pyro erupts on either side of the entrance ramp showering the area in an eerie green light as flashing strobes accompany the flare of the pyrotechnics. At the mouth of the entrance ramp Waylon Graves begins to march down towards the ring dressed in a faded leather duster. As he comes closer to the ring Waylon reaches up for the top rope so that he can pull himself onto the ring apron before stepping over the ropes and into the ring where he sheds the duster and tosses it back out of the ring while the sounds of his entrance music fade into the background....

DING DING DING

Waylon rushed into Hope with a huge clothesline nearly ripped her head clean off! After that the match was mostly Waylon for a good several minutes with the Gravedigger putting the boot to Hope, literally by stomping her face into the canvas! Waylon continued his control by hitting a series of closelines on Hope, bringing his count to four in all! Waylon would attempt a fifth but on the pull Hope lunged into his eyes with a nasty eye poke that she followed up with a dropkick to take control of the match. Hope spend her time wisely, locking on submissions to wear down on Waylon... using everything from a rear-naked choke to a Texas Cloverleaf to a figure four headscissors. Waylon came close to tapping a few time but fought out of it.

Everett: Waylon is larger and stronger, obviously, but there's no metric one can use to measure the mean streak in Hope... and she's using that to her full advantage!

Amsler: Graves can't be counted out yet, though, not by a long shot. All he's gotta do is catch hold of the much smaller Diamond and her chances of victory are deader than your sex life.

Hope dragged Waylon up and shoved him back towards the ropes, she attempted a dropkick but Waylon ducked under and rushed the opposite ropes, Hope turned around right as Waylon landed Last Rites, his trademarked spear! Waylon would get a near three count from the spear and then go back to working over Hope, although his pace was much slower, Hope's submissions had done their jobs. After a powerslam from Waylon, Hope would again rake the eyes to get some space. Hope took advantage of the eye rake to roll outside and disappear from camera's view under the ring while the ref checked Waylon. Hope emerged on the opposite side and rushed into the ring, shoving the ref out of the way she spit a mouthful of [Red Jinx right into Waylon's eyes! He's down to one knee, he can't see! Hope raises her foot under Waylon's arm and then lifts her other to connect against his skull! It's the Kanabo Kick! She pins and gets the victory.

DING DING DING

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

Everett: And just like that, Hope proves beyond the shadow of a doubt that size and strength can be overcome with cunning and skill!

Amsler: And cheating, Micah. Can't forget the cheating.

Everett: What you call cheating, I call creating an opening to take advantage of!

Amsler: I wonder if management would get mad at me for shoving a baseball covered in glue into the opening you call a mouth... but regardless, Waylon Graves had a damned good accounting of himself in this match. It's just a shame that Hope had to ruin it with that red bullshit.

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From the backstage area, Nevaeh is standing before the camera looking as confident as ever.

Nevaeh: C'mon Frankie, you're making this easier than it has to be.

Her tone is full of disappointment.

Nevaeh: You don't need this win as much as me.

Nev sighs and shakes her head as she continues.

Nevaeh: Of course, you still give some lame as to why you're going to get it anyway. Well, I'm here to tell you that you won't. As a matter of fact, you won't even come close. But you will leave the Olympic Hall knowing why you shouldn't mess with a former Indy Champion such as me. Because before we're through, I'm going to sentence you to Exile.

Nev licks her lips.

Nevaeh: Get ready to sing me a tune, Frankie. Because hearing you scream is going to be music to my ears!

With that, Nev smirks at the camera as she walks out of view.

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MATCH 6
<<G1 MATCH>>
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FRANKIE ROMONO Vs
NEVAEH

Everett: I'm conflicted, ladies and gentlemen. This next PRIME G1? I like both of these competitors. Maybe I like Nevaeh more. *wolf whistle*

Amsler: Fucking dog. Nevaeh defeated the current X-Division Champion to secure her first two points. While Frankie Fucknuts got dropped by Stitches to get a big ole' goose egg. He seemed rather angry leading up this bout and well, Nevaeh presented her usual theatrics. Alright, Everett, think you can call this match without pitching a tent?

Everett: You'd be the one who would think about that. Besides I am a consummate professional while you're just a loudmouthed twerp.

Amsler: Whatever, call the match.

Reid: The following match is for two points in the PRIME G1! First, coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVAEHHHHHH!

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

Reid: And her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in 207 pounds, FRANKIE ROMONO!

"Absolute Zero" by Stone Sour plays and Frankie Romono makes his way down to the ring, his expression focused and his attention locked on his opponent in the ring. Climbing into the squared circle without fanfare, Romono waits for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

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These two competitors had been sharing harsh words with each other before the match and it didn't stop. Nevaeh shoved Frankie away from her and accused him of being a traitor. Frankie feigned indignation and tried to pop her in the mouth with a right hand jawjacker. But Nevaeh blocked the incoming blow and then raked Frankie across the eyes. The Sicilian Psychopath went to a knee and for a moment, the camera could see that Nevaeh had drawn blood. From there she took over. With Frankie being nearly half her weight, her plan was to keep Frankie off his feet. Frankie tried to get to his feet repeatedly but was taken down with targeted dropkicks to the skull. She clobbered Frankie with a shining wizard and then jammed a knee into his back to lock in a camel clutch. Claret began to trickle down Frankie's face as Nevaeh wrenched back on his neck, contorting his spine into an unnatural position. Put into an unfamiliar situation, Frankie clawed his way inch by inch to get a rope break but Nevaeh was one smart competitor. She briefly relinquished the hold to drag Frankie by the leg back to the middle of the ring but Frankie, not missing leg day clearly, kicked back at her like a mule and caught her right across the face.

Everett: No, not her beautiful face!

Amsler: Frankie with a great reversal there, Sandra. You see how easy that can be? I could do it. Maybe I don't need you here.

Everett: Oh, don't kid yourself, sweetie. I'll call what needs to be called so yes, Frankie there with a great reversal, Sandra.

Finally, Frankie got a footing in this match when he leveled Nevaeh with a running high knee to the temple. He slapped the mat in frustration, touching his face and screaming obscenities at Nevaeh. He channeled that anger into a series of brutal power moves. He dropped her with his Sicilian drop. He planted her with a twisting spinebuster. And even spiked her with a sitout piledriver. Only for two counts. Nevaeh then reversed the RomonoBomb with a hurricanrana for a two count but when she went for the Fall from Grace, Frankie blocked it and went for the Sicilian Stretch - but before he can get it locked in, he gets caught in a tight small package for the three count!

DING DING DING

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

Everett: Frankie gets to be in Nevaeh's small package. Only lasted 3 seconds. How'd you like that?

Amsler: Pathetic.

Everett: I know you are but what am I? I know. The greatest play by play in EWC history. And here's what's next! More Prime!

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From the backstage area, Jenna Salvatore is seen knocking on Candy's locker room door. When Candy answers it, she comes to the door with a plate of cake in hand.

Salvatore: Is that birthday cake?!

Candy: Sure is.

She takes a bite before continuing.

Candy: But I'm sure you didn't come here to ask me a question like that.

Salvatore: Guess not. Looks good though.

Candy: Tastes good too.

Both women chuckle before the interviewer gets down to business.

Salvatore: Just wondering how you are feeling heading into battle tonight against Jonty Kelly?

Candy: Well, before we get to that, I'd like to take a moment to congratulate Richard Garcia on his win over me in the Season Premiere. With all the other talking I had to do, I didn't have a chance to mention that, but I didn't forget. It's a well deserved. So I hope Richard had the time to enjoy his moment. Because after the G1 is over, I'll be coming for my rematch. Hopefully, he lasts that long as champion with all these defenses coming up. It's going to be a challenge for sure. But I'll be rooting for him all the same.

She rolls her shoulders.

Candy: As for Jonty, I know he thinks now is the perfect time to strike. Can't say I blame him given the circumstance. I'd be thinking the same thing if I were in his shoes. But he's about to find out, the same thing as so many others in the past, that just because I've been knocked down that I'm definitely not out. Now matter what it takes, or how many odds I have to defy, I will find a way to prevail.

Salvatore: Is that so? Aren't you the least bit concerned after coming up short in both your championship matches?

Candy: Not really. As far as I'm concerned, I'm putting all that out of my mind. Titles aren't what's important right now. Defeating Jonty is. So that's exactly what I'm going to do tonight. Even if that means putting him on another Sugar High. So I suggest he get himself ready for it!

She warns while looking into the camera.

Candy: Because before the night is through, I'll eat my cake and get my G1 points, too!

Candy begins to eat her cake as she retreats back into the locker room. As she shuts the door, the scene fades to ringside.

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MATCH 7
<<G1 MATCH>>
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CANDY Vs
JONTY KELLY

Everett: Up next is the further destruction of the Candy Castle, as Jonty Kelly has the opportunity to finally cross Candy's name off his Hit List... and I, for one, KNOW that tonight will be the night when it finally happens.

Amsler: You know nothing, Micah Everett. Hell, you know less than Jon Snow! Candy may have lost her championships, but that just means she now has everything to gain... and going on a tear will give her the chance to win the Indy Championship back!

Everett: Talk to me when she's got something resembling momentum back, little girl.

Amsler: Little girl?! Why I oughta...

Reid: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 225 pounds... 'THE LETHAL WEAPON' JONTY KELLY!

A bullet is heard being fired just before "Heavy is the Head" by Zac Brown Band is heard. Through the smoke comes Jonty Kelly.Once in the ring, Jonty points finger guns at the booing crowd. His music fades as he bounces on the balls of his feet, ready for the bout to come.

Reid: And his opponent making her way to the ring from Candyland, weighing in at 106 pounds... 'THE SWEET TREAT' CANDY!

"I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter hits the sound system and the crowd instantly begins to cheer as Candy makes her way out from the back all smiles and begins to skip her way to ringside.After entering the ring, Candy blows a kiss to the crowd before setting her sights on her opponent.

DING DING DING

Once the bell rang, Jonty came right at Candy in hopes of getting the upper hand right off the bat, but Candy kept on fighting back. Neither competitor was getting the advantage at this point, but it made for quite the show. The crowd rallied behind Candy, hoping for something big as she whipped Jonty into the corner. As Candy followed him in for a Handspring Elbow, Jonty moved out of the way at the last second. Once Candy stumbled out of the corner, Jonty easily put her to the mat with a Tornado DDT. From there, he went on the offense, dominating Candy with a series of moves and a couple near falls that had the crowd booing. After picking a limp Candy off the mat, Jonty took her into the turnbuckles with an exploder suplex and followed it up with a running kick to the head. He then went for the cover, but didn't get Candy far enough away from the ropes as she got her foot on the bottom one.

Everett: Candy having to use the bottom rope to save herself in this match-up is pretty weak, if you ask me.

Amsler: What he really means is great ring awareness by the former Indy Champion!

Jonty slapped the mat in frustration before getting to his feet. As he went to pick her up from the mat, Candy grabbed him and pulled him down into the turnbuckles. This gave Candy a little breather. When they finally got back to their feet, Jonty came at her with a running clothesline, but she ducked underneath and he ran into the ropes. When he turned around, Candy took Jonty down with a spear. That was the break that she needed as she went on to prove why she was a champion for so long as she took it right to Jonty for the next couple of minutes. After putting Jonty on the mat with a bulldog, Candy went to the outside and came off with her 450 Splash. After connecting and hooking a leg, the referee made his three-count, with Jonty kicking out just a fraction of a second too late to give Candy the win.

DING DING DING

Reid: Here is your winner by pinfall... CANDY!

Everett: I--

Amsler: And Candy does it! What were you saying earlier, Micah, about knowing that Jonty was going to come out on top? Because from where I and reality both sit, that didn't happen.

Everett: Obviously it didn't happen! For all that she gives me a stomachache with her saccharine sweetness, Candy proved tonight that no one should count her out.

Amsler: And that includes you. Jonty's got to be smarting, though, after such a close loss. I don't envy the poor bastard he's got next round, THAT'S for sure.

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

KHAOS Vs
RICHARD GARCIA

Everett: We come to the second main event of the new season, and a second Indy Championship match.

Amsler: It was a little dodgy at points. I nearly strangled you several times.

Everett: If only you had, I'd've been able to lobby for a broadcast partner with a bit more decorum.

Amsler: Don't front, Micah, we both know you'd've jizzed yourself. I'm as close as you get to a woman every fortnight.

Everett: And some people wonder how a man could turn away from women.

Amsler: Oh, don't tease me. If I can get you onto a spit roast I'll be a hero for women all over the world.

The camera cuts to Damon Reid in the ring as he prepares to do introductions, sparing the viewing audience the end of this argument.

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

The arena goes pitch black and "Sweet Dreams (Are made of these)" starts to play as a single light shines on to the stage. Moments later Khaos walks out slowly, head tilted to the side, laughing as he makes his way slowly down the ramp.

Reid: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 210 pounds, the Dreamweaver...Khaos!

He walks up the steps and slowly gets into the ring, laughing the whole time, he removes his coat and sits in the corner as he waits for his opponent.

Everett: Khaos took a stinging loss to hometown hero Killjoy Ito in Kyoto, but he has an excellent opportunity to silence his detractors here tonight in Athens.

Amsler: Richard may not be from Greece, but I get the feeling he's going to be the fan favorite.

Everett: And what makes you say that?

Amsler: Oh, I don't know. The fact that Garcia didn't insult them? The fact he's not an unhinged fucknuckle? The fact that Garcia has him pegged?

Everett: Please don't speak of such vulgar things. You have a job to do.

Amsler: And yet I'm the only one doing it. Funny how that works out.

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

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

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

"You ask me how I make my way"

"You ask me everywhere and why"

"You hang on every word I say"

"But the truth sounds like a lie"

"LIVE TO WIN!"

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

Reid: His opponent, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 213 pounds, he is the new Indy Champion, the Phoenix Star...Richard Garcia!

Once Richard Garcia reaches the bottom of the ramp he rushes towards the ring and slides into the ring before climbing up to the nearest turnbuckle, unhooking the Indy Championship, and raising it in the air with his arms spread out, eagle-winged and screaming in excitement. Richard Garcia jumps off of the turnbuckle, hands the belt to the official, and pumps himself up whilst waiting for his opponent to enter the ring.

Everett: I've always wondered how someone could be so full of himself that calling himself "The Phoenix" wasn't enough, that he also had to be a star.

Amsler: We both know this is the first time that thought's crossed your mind, and if we're lucky, it will be the last time any thought crosses it. Then I can have a new partner who's not such a pissbaby.

Everett: It's incredibly hurtful for you to say such a thing.

Amsler: Fucking...you just...you know what? Not worth it. The match is about to start, I'm about to have plenty to focus on that isn't complete bullshit.

Niklaus Forbes holds up the Indy Championship to show off the prize at stake. He then hands it off to a stagehand, and as soon as he is sure both men in the match are set and the belt is safely tucked away, he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Khaos charges across the ring before the bell's ringing is even finished resonating and barrels into Garcia with a charging forearm smash that sends Garcia reeling back into the ropes. The crowd in Greece boos him as Garcia tries to cover up, but Khaos is determined to put the hurting on Garcia early with repeated forearm strikes that threaten to force Garcia over the ropes and down to the floor. Forbes is quick to jump in and separate them, reminding Khaos that disqualifications exist and Garcia was on the ropes. Khaos doesn't want to lose the points or his shot at the Indy Championship, so he backs off, but Garcia doesn't give him the opening, bursting forward himself, opening with a forearm smash as well, but when Khaos steps back and sets himself to launch his own, Garcia catches the arm and pops him over in an armdrag. Khaos rolls through to get back to his feet quickly, but Garcia pulls him back in a second, deeper armdrag, this time maintaining control even as Khaos tries to keep rolling, getting a bit of extra torque on the resulting arm wrench.

Everett: A powerful start there from the Dreamweaver, catching Garcia unawares at the start of the bout.

Amsler: I don't think "charge before the bell's rung" is as sporting as you seem to think it is, but the Phoenix Star--

Everett: Such arrogance...

Amsler: You're an idiot, and Garcia quickly put the both of you back in your places, showing the kind of prowess that got him to where he is.

Khaos's face, what can be seen behind the mask, is contorted in pain, but he doesn't stay in the arm wrench for long, pulling himself around to release the torque on his shoulder. Garcia keeps hold of his arm, trying to get the pressure back on, but before he can, he eats several punches to the gut from Khaos. Garcia shoves Khaos away from him, but Khaos stops a few steps away, then launches himself right back, spinning in the air as he goes for a spinning heel kick! Garcia goes down to the mat and Khaos scrambles onto him to try for a pin.

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Garcia is nowhere near done yet. He sits right back up and Khaos kicks him full-on in the chest. Garcia goes back down and Khaos pounces, mounting him, then pulling him over as he rolls onto his back, trying to wrap his legs into position for the Gogoplata, but before he can get his Mind Games too far into Garcia's brain, Garcia gets a leg up to block the leg from wrapping around the top of his neck to pull him in. He's still in pain as Khaos pulls his throat against his shin with both hands, but Garcia is able to use the leg he has control of to push himself over into a Jackknife, tucking his chin over Khaos's leg in a painful way that nonetheless leaves the challenger folded up.

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2...

Khaos releases his hands from Garcia's head, and as Garcia's head falls away from the shin choking him, the whole tangle falls apart.

Everett: That arrogance showing itself once again. Garcia thinks he can do what he pleases with an opponent and he nearly pays for it.

Amsler: Are you fucking high? He was creating separation from a man punching him.

Everett: In a match where that man is supposed to be punching him, and he is supposed to be punching that man. So he is a coward on top of being arrogant, the worst combination.

Amsler: Oh, I promise you, it isn't. I'd say you should try adding ignorance, but you're way ahead of me on that one.

Garcia is pulling himself toward the ropes while massaging his throat, making sure he didn't take any severe damage from the Mind Games attempt, while Khaos is pushing himself up in the middle of the ring. Khaos snarls at Garcia, smelling blood in the water, and despite Forbes protesting, he charges at Garcia while he's still tangled in the ropes. Garcia was expecting this however and springs to life, launching a superkick that nails Khaos right in the chin. Khaos staggers back a bit as the crowd starts coming to life, and Garcia rushes in, wrapping one arm around the neck and the other around a leg to lift Khaos up and over in a big T-Bone suplex! The crowd is cheering louder as Garcia's adrenaline spurs him to add a third move to the combination, lifting Khaos just enough off the canvas to wrap an arm around his neck and lock in a dragon sleeper! Khaos starts flailing with urgency, feeling Garcia's knee in the small of his back, but as he starts setting himself to try to twist out, Garcia's knee retreats as he then wraps his legs around Khaos in a body scissor!

Khaos starts flailing even more wildly, reaching for the nearest ropes and trying to pull Garcia's legs apart. As he starts to fade, however, he gets a new idea, and with a last gasp of strength, grabs both of Garcia's legs for added control, then pushes himself back even further, legs scrambling across the mat for purchase as he raises himself up as much as possible, and even though this means he's upside down in the dragon sleeper, he also gets Garcia's shoulders pinned down!

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2...

Garcia kicks out, rocking his body to one side, but the act of kicking out caused him to separate his legs, and as soon as they did, Khaos flung himself bodily to one side, and while that didn't break the dragon sleeper, which is now being held in quite an uncomfortable position to look at, let alone be in, he brushed the bottom rope with one of his feet, which means Forbes has to call for a rope break, a break Garcia gives reluctantly but promptly.

Everett: Garcia twisted Khaos's neck at a sickening angle there, why isn't he being disqualified for trying to break Khaos's neck?

Amsler: Not sure, Micah. Maybe the fact the fucking mad man threw himself bodily into that position has something to do with it? Are we also going to ignore the rest of that sequence, where Garcia strung together several effective moves to regain lost ground on his challenger, to the audible delight of the Grecian fans?

Everett: Yes, because if this so-called Phoenix so-called Star isn't careful, there won't be a challenger left for him to manhandle.

Garcia pushes himself up slowly to his feet, waiting patiently while Khaos lies tangled in the ropes, taking his turn at massaging his neck to make sure he didn't take any severe injuries. Satisfied that he will wrestle another day, he starts pulling himself up. His face is painted in a perpetual scowl, figuratively speaking, and as soon as his feet are under him, he charges in again, clearly determined to put Garcia, and his haters, in their place. This time, however, Garcia was ready, launching a picture perfect dropkick that lands right on the jaw. Khaos goes down to the canvas and Garcia pops right back up as the crowd cheers. He looks like he's going to go for his Kansas City Crab, but Khaos springs up as he bends down, wrapping his legs around Garcia and pulling him over with a kip-up hurricanrana! Garcia is whipped over and Khaos rolls up to his feet as quickly as he can, still massaging his neck and throat as he looms over Garcia, but Garcia returns the favor, but escalates as he leaps up and grabs Khaos by the head, pulling him down in a leaping cutter! He quickly goes for a cover.

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2...

Khaos kicks out! The crowd boos and Garcia groans.

Everett: Garcia nailing Wasted Sacrifice there, and wouldn't you know it, it was wasted on Khaos.

Amsler: I know it's your job to turn every episode of Prime into my personal hellscape, but can you at least pretend to acknowledge the skill of the people you're being paid to watch?

Everett: I will acknowledge that it took some skill and more than a little luck to surprise Khaos right after Khaos surprised him first.

Amsler: That's...fuck, that's probably the best I'll get tonight, so I'll take it.

Garcia starts to pull Khaos up to his feet. Khaos breaks his grip and nails a few more forearm smashes, pushing Garcia back, but Garcia stands his ground and doesn't go to the ropes this time. Khaos nails a toe kick to the stomach to bend Garcia over and grabs him in a front chancery, but before he can suplex or DDT Garcia, Garcia starts nailing Khaos with kidney punches to break the grip. Khaos's grip loosens enough for Garcia to take control, and he grabs Khaos in the suplex position. The crowd cheers, as Garcia's grip on Khaos's tights suggests it's time for Star-Crossed Prosperity, but when Garcia lifts Khaos for the Shouten, Khaos twists himself around so he escapes and lands behind Garcia. He clubs Garcia in the back of the neck, then turns Garcia, then himself around so he can reach up and grab Garcia for the Asai DDT he turns into Nightmares and Dreamscapes, but before he can lift off, Garcia clubs him, then grabs his arm and behind the knee and twists Khaos over, driving him neck first into the mat before he can respond! The crowd cheers as Garcia sticks the Lightning Spiral for a pin attempt in the same motion!

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2...

3!

DING DING DING

As the bell rings, Garcia lets go of Khaos, letting his body unfold.

Reid: Here is your winner via pinfall, and still Indy Champion... RICHARD GARCIA!

Everett: And Richard Garcia has somehow survived Khaos!

Amsler: Somehow?! With the perseverance that has all but defined his career, just how Garcia weathered the storm is perfectly obvious! And while Khaos put up one Hell of a fight, it ultimately came down to that fiery spirit being too strong for the darkness to overtake.

Everett: Bah! I'm sick of this Hallmark story already--

Amsler: So let's go to an update on the G1 scores for both groups to spare your delicate fee-fees.

Everett: Hey, I wasn't done!

Amsler: Yes, you were... and not only that, but we're both done for the night since that's another episode of PRIME in the books! On behalf of all of us here, we wish you all a good night. Thanks for joining us, and take care!

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RESULTS SUMMARY/CREDITS

ORION SAMSON VERSUS TERRA WALKER
WINNER: TERRA WALKER
WRITER: OPTIMUS PRIME

XAVIER REID VERSUS JORDAN SHARPE
WINNER: JORDAN SHARPE
WRITER: OPTIMUS PRIME

KILLJOY ITO VERSUS CARLOS RUIZ
WINNER: CARLOS RUIZ
WRITER: JBC

EL PABLO VERSUS STITCHES
WINNER: STITCHES
WRITER: FNR

WAYLON GRAVES VERSUS HOPE DIAMOND
WINNER: HOPE DIAMOND
WRITER: FNR

FRANKIE ROMONO VERSUS NEVAEH
WINNER: NEVAEH
WRITER: JBC

CANDY VERSUS JONTY KELLY
WINNER: CANDY
WRITER: NEVAEH

KHAOS VERSUS RICHARD GARCIA
EWC INDY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
WINNER: RICHARD GARCIA - STILL CHAMPION
WRITER: MEGATRON


SHOW MVP: NEVAEH

SEGMENTS SUBMITTED BY:

CARRIE AND ORION SAMSON
XAVIER REID
KILLJOY ITO
NEVAEH
CANDY