Post by PRIME on Jun 23, 2019 20:18:56 GMT -6
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EWC PRESENTS A PRIME EXCLUSIVE PAY-PER-VIEW EVENT
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W O R L D
W I D E
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony & Dr Pepper
Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY
JUNE 23RD 2019W I D E
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony & Dr Pepper
Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY
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LIVE! from Arena Ruse in Ruse, Bulgaria
Commentators: Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
Commentators: Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
While 'Worldwide' 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. Trixie, Waylon Graves, Frankie Romono, Jordan Freaking Sharpe, Richard Garcia, Killjoy Ito, Candy, Nevaeh, Carlos Ruiz, Kristian Bane, Aoen Khronos, Burtus, Terra Walker, Carrie Samson, Orion Samson, Freddie Styles, Jonty Kelly, El Pablo, Evie Clifton, Cruello DeVille, Fabian Dufresne, Billy, Alton Kickass and Mischa Killings are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd...
The camera centers on ringside at the Arena Ruse Arena, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.
Micah Everett: Welcome to the first official Prime Pay Per View WORLDWIDE!!!
Sandra Amsler: I am so excited right now.
Everett: We have a huge Indy Championship Match, an EWC Television Championship Match......
Amsler: I just want to know who the mystery opponent is.
Everett: We will get to that later but first, our cameras caught up with Nevaeh as she arrived at the Arena Ruse earlier today.
Sandra Amsler: I am so excited right now.
Everett: We have a huge Indy Championship Match, an EWC Television Championship Match......
Amsler: I just want to know who the mystery opponent is.
Everett: We will get to that later but first, our cameras caught up with Nevaeh as she arrived at the Arena Ruse earlier today.
Footage from earlier in the day is seen as Nevaeh stands outside of Arena Ruse looking confident as ever.
Nevaeh: Welcome to day 664.
She pauses momentarily.
Nevaeh: In just a few moments, I will walk into that building and prepare to kick Killjoy’s ass. It really is going to be a sight to see! Especially the look on Tommy’s face when Killjoy is laying on the mat in a broken heap, unable to make the count of 10. It really is a shame he can’t see this happening from a mile away.
Nev adds with a smirk.
Nevaeh: He just expects the same ol’ thing to happen. With Killjoy once again getting the win over me in the end. Boy, is he in for a surprise tonight. Because I’ll be damned if I give Killjoy that satisfaction. Instead, history will be made as the world watches him ‘Fall From Grace’ for the very first time.
Nev points back at the building behind her.
Nevaeh: No matter what I gotta do, when I come back out of these doors, I will be carrying the Indy Championship with me!
With that, Nev turns and heads for the entrance as we fade.
Stranger: PRIME... a strong word. Youthful, futuristic, a great state to be in. If only, the EWC variant held people who lived up to it's name.
The pitch black room suddenly lights up, as a scruffy looking man in an all black suit sits on a chair with his legs crossed. His withered hands are together, a finger over the other, as his thumb rubs the surface of the other slowly. He has a cool and collected stare at the viewer, while his breath is steady.
Stranger: November 11th, 1990. My date of birth. I'm not as spry as some, not as fast as others, but my age doesn't determine my "prime". Nor does it determine my wisdom, which, I am full of. It's something this roster lacks. This roster is barren of devoted members who're worth the hype they give themselves. You have... false prophets. Men and women who hide under a facade, portraying something they're truly not. I however, am myself. I, am Rafe White. A man of focus, integrity, and a reason to fight. A, higher power.
The man who announces himself as Rafe White, slowly lets his hand slide up the neck of his body, sliding into the suit, and pulling out a necklace with a silver cross attached to it. It's not the most impressive looking cross, but he holds onto it like a newborn child, still staring daggers into the viewer.
Rafe White: The Lord was my shepard, for I was his simple sheep. One day, while I mingled with the rest of my species, the Lord took me by the ear, pulled me alongside, and spoke into my ear. His words were like feathers in the form of sound, tingiling away at my mind. I could feel myself devolp into a higher plane of existence. No longer was I a simple sheep; I'd become the Lord's Hound. His humble servant. I'd hunt for him, kill for him, and die for him, just to serve him. That is my cause. As for this roster, there's no devotion. No drive. No long term plan. It's a simplistic ideology to go with the wind. Too many fools are on this roster, not knowing what they want. Sheep, as I said. But as the Lord's Hound, I command the sheep to my bidding. My Lord is busy, catering to the other animals of the world, while I am free to treat these sheep as I please. It almost brings a smile to my face... almost.
Rafe puts the necklace back, and lets out a sigh of relief. Closing his eyes shut, before uncrossing his leges, leaning in forward, and putting his hands together in pray.
Rafe White: 2 Corinthians 12:9... and he said unto me, my grace is sufficient for you. For my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. As his Hound, servant, and gatekeeper of the sheep, I will not fail him with the power given to me, amd the ability to overcome my weaknesses, as I will soon make the Lord's name and my own known too my foes. And in God's name, I pray... amen.
Rafe stays still, still with his hands together, as the lights suddenly shut off, and the room is once again pitch black, as WORLDWIDE continues on.
»SINGLES«
Aeon Khronos
Vs Carter Davenport
Vs Carter Davenport
Everett: Welcome everyone to what we hope to make a very special and amazing night! We are live in our very first PRIME exclusive Pay-Per-View, World Wide!
Amsler: Hell yeah! I'm absolutely stoked about all of the fights we're gonna see tonight!
Everett: ... Swearing excused. I'm as excited as you are, so I'll let it slide this time.
Amsler: Like you could stop me, anyway. So, without further ado, let's get our first fight under way! We will see the debut of Carter Davenport as he goes toe-to-toe with Aeon Khronos!
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 234 pounds... 'THE BLACKSTORM' CARTER DAVENPORT!
The arena goes black and the music begins to play. Carter comes out and just glances over the crowd once before looking at his opponent in the ring. Carter slowly makes his way down to the ring and just ignores the fans reactions that were happening. He gets into the ring and just keeps eyeing his opponent as the music fades and the match begins.
Everett: He certainly looks calm ... a bit confident even.
Amsler: But will that be enough to defeat the self-proclaimed time traveler?
Everett: We'll find out very soon.
The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of The Time Wizard himself.
Reid: His opponent, from The Edge of Time Itself, weighing in at 180 pounds... he is THE MASTER OF TIME .... AEON KHRONOS!
The fans continue booing, but Aeon pays them no mind as he makes his way to the ring, sliding in with a smirk on his face. He looks right at Carter, still wearing his smirk, and gives him a look as if to question if this is really his opponent or not. He shrugs ... and then the bell rings.
DING DING DING
Apparently, the smug smile didn't go past Carter. His eyes narrow ... and after shaking his head in annoyance, he throws a stiff punch right into Aeon's gut. The blow stuns Aeon, but only for a few seconds. He shakes his head, getting rid of any lingering pain, and hits Carter with his own Palm Strike! He then follows up with a Snap Suplex, dropping Carter right onto the mat!
Everett: Carter may be in trouble here.
Amsler: Only if he can't turn it around. Aeon's not the only one whose got time on his side, despite what he may think.
Everett: Holy --- Amsler! Did you just make a joke?!
Amsler: Huh. I guess I did. Hey, what do you know? Miracles can happen.
Everett: Amen!
Unfortunately for Khronos, even though his attacks were strong in their own rights, they're not enough to keep Carter down! He very quickly gets up, looking more fueled on and determined to turn the tables in his favor! Aeon, however, shows that he had plans of his own. As Carter tries to hit Khronos with another hard punch, he's stopped! Aeon grabs the same wrist Davenport threw right at The Time Master and begins applying it in a wristlock!
Carter manages to power out of the hold, though it's clear that the grip did take a bit of a toll. Enough to make his wrist already shaking slightly.
Aeon takes advantage of seeing Davenport as a wounded animal. He slips behind Carter and uses every ounce of strength to toss him over with a Suplex of his own; a German from Khronos. As Carter tries to recover, he rolls him into The Paradox (Alligator Clutch)!
Davenport struggles as the count begins!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner ... THE MASTER OF TIME .... AEON KHRONOS!
Everett: Impressive display from both athletes! Even though he didn't pick up the W, Carter gave me a good first impression. I definitely look forward to seeing what he can bring to PRIME in the future.
Amsler: Agreed. All things considered, he did pretty damn well, particularly against a veteran PRIME member.
Everett: Time just was working for Aeon, not against him. That plus more in-ring experience. Nothing more, but certainly nothing less.
Amsler: That's it for our first match! We'll be right back after a commercial with our second fight of the evening but right now I do believe Jenna Salvatore is in the back looking for the mystery opponent
Backstage we find Jenna Salvatore who is impatiently pacing around the backstage area with a microphone firmly clenched in her hand. As she rounds a corner her expression changes as a smile crosses her face. Jenna Salvatore approaches a nearby door, the words 'mystery opponent' is sprawled across the door in bold lettering. Jenna Salvatore stands by the door, combs out her hair with her fingers, re-arranges her dress and clears her throat as preparation before lifting the microphone to her lips.
Jenna Salvatore: Hello everyone, Jenna Salvatore here. I have been scouring the backstage area for the last few minutes trying to get a word with Fabian Dufresne's mystery opponent here tonight at Worldwide. However, everything has been kept hush-hush. Now that I have found what appears to be the mystery opponent's locker room I am going to attempt to get a word from them regarding their match with Fabian Dufresne. I realise this isn't exactly convenient, what, with their match being next, but I am determined to hold up my integrity as a journalist and get a word from the mystery opponent. So, here goes nothing.
Jenna Salvatore wraps her knuckles against the door of the mystery opponent, hoping for a response. Nothing. Determined to get her scoop, Jenna Salvatore knocks again. Still nothing. Hoping the third time will be the charm Jenna Salvatore once again knocks on the door of the mystery opponent. The third time is the charm. The door opens and a large, burly man wearing dark jeans and a tank top emerges from the room with their back facing Jenna Salvatore. Jenna Salvatore taps the mammoth of a man on the shoulder in an attempt to get their attention.
Jenna Salvatore: Uh, excuse me, are you the mystery opponent?
The man turns around, revealing the word 'security' sprawled across his chest.
Security: Yeah, I am the big boss man. And who may you be? No, I am security. Now move out of the way, I have a job to do.
Suddenly a member of the production crew approaches the security guard, adamant for a word with anyone involved. The production crew member stands before the security guard as the mountain of a man towers over them.
Production Crew Member: Is she ready?
Security: My client is ready.
Suddenly more security emerge from the room, eventually blocking the entrance to the room entirely. Finally, a glimpse of a shorter person emerges from the room wearing a hood which is draped securely over their head. The person appears hesitant to be surrounded by so much security, but they adhere to the demand as they are escorted away from the room and towards the gorilla position to get in place for the big reveal. Jenna Salvatore crosses her arms, the microphone still clenched into her hand.
Jenna Salvatore: At least I tried.
And with that Jenna Salvatore storms off, her journalistic integrity compromised.
»SINGLES«
Fabian Dufresne
Vs Mystery Opponent
Everett: All that effort and that is all Jenna Salvatore manages to accomplish?
Amsler: At the very least we know the mystery opponent is a female
Everett: Well, regardless of who it is, Fabian Dufresne is determined to make an example out of them here tonight. With a Television Championship match securely in his back pocket, he is looking to send a message to whoever walks out of Worldwide with the Television Championship.
Amsler: Making an example is all well and good, but what happens to that confidence if he happens to fall here tonight?
Everett: The Man With the Midas Touch will not fall.
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.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 200 pounds... 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 mouthbreathers kicked out of the arena as possible. Fabian Dufresne enters the ring and demands that the mystery opponent come out to play, shouting 'bring her out' towards the entrance ramp.
Amsler: Fabian Dufresne is determined to get this one going right away.
Everett: He isn't paid by the hour.
Reid: And his opponent...
Amsler: Here we go, who is the mystery opponent...
The lights go out as 'Imaginary' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights flash in time to the guitar riff. The song kicks into its first verse as smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shined down upon the center of the stage. When the chorus kicks in the lights come back on and out walks former Rampage star, Lavender. She looks out across the crowd as the crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome.
Reid: ...weighing in at 132 pounds... LAVENDER!
Amsler: The mystery opponent is Lavender! Lavender is a former Rampage star and we haven't seen her around for, what? It has surely been a year by now.
Everett: Sheesh, I expected better from our GM. Instead, we get this delicate little flower
Amsler: Lavender has stood her own against the likes of Bishop Church, Shelley Silver, and Ace King. She is no slouch by any stretch of the means.
Everett: Neither is Fabian Dufresne who is chomping at the bit to put an end to this conspiracy the entire world has over his mere presence here in EWC. Dear diary, Lavender is going to be made an example of here tonight
Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring. As Lavender reaches ringside she walks over to the steel steps, walks up them and enters the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and holding her arms up high in the air. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.
DING DING DING
Lavender looked around Arena Ruse, taking in the adulation of the crowd in attendance. Fabian Dufresne stood in the corner, his hand pointed in the direction of Lavender as he screams 'who the hell is this?'. Lavender heard Fabian Dufresne, a smile crossed her face as she stared down Fabian Dufresne, asking herself the same question. The two started out by circling the ring, jockeying for position. The two met in the center of the ring, instantly locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Fabian Dufresne tried to out-power the smaller Lavender but she would have none of that, keeping her feet grounded as the two danced around the ring. Eventually, Fabian Dufresne managed to shove Lavender into the corner of the ring where he proceeds to tap Lavender atop the head. Lavender doesn't react, this please Fabian Dufresne. Suddenly Fabian Dufresne is smacked across the cheek with a vicious slap from the hand of Lavender which echoes around the arena. This wakes up Fabian Dufresne who shoves Lavender back into the corner of the ring and before delivering a myriad of strikes.
Amsler: Lavender isn't playing here tonight. Fabian Dufresne would be best to take her a little more seriously.
Everett: Fabian Dufresne knows what he brings to the table, he knows he can defeat the returning Lavender.
Amsler: Lavender has held her own against some of EWC's finest in the past. He would be best to not underestimate her.
Fabian Dufresne backed up from the corner of the ring, leaving Lavender to deal with the aftermath of his onslaught of strikes. Fabian Dufresne charged towards Lavender, diving into the air, looking to deliver with a missile dropkick. Lavender rolled out of the way at the least second. Fabian Dufresne's legs compacted with the turnbuckle. Lavender sees the opportunity and seats Fabian Dufresne up into the corner of the ring before grabbing the top rope, propelling herself upward and connecting with a corner dropkick of her own. Lavender rolls backward and connected with another dropkick before dragging Fabian Dufresne out of the corner and covering him. Only a two count. Lavender attempted to pick Fabian Dufresne up but he shoved her out of the way. Lavender bounced off of the ropes and charged at Fabian Dufresne who was ready with a powerslam. A cover, but only a two count. Fabian Dufresne stood back to his feet before circling Lavender, dissecting her body with vicious stomps. Stomp after stomp, targeting key areas of Lavender's body. When he felt satisfied Fabian Dufresne backed away, pandering to the crowd with outstretched arms as the crowd reciprocated with a chorus of jeers.
Amsler: Wrestling 101; never turn your back on your opponent
Everett: Fabian Dufresne has Lavender down. Why not showboat a little? If anything else, he can catch a breather.
Amsler: This match could be turned upside down at any given moment. If Fabian Dufresne indeed doesn't get paid by the hour he is going to want to finish off Lavender rather than showboat.
Fabian Dufresne turned his attention back towards Lavender and, as was to be expected, Lavender caught him off guard, rolling him up for a pinfall. Only a two count though. The two rolled to their feet and met in the center of the ring as they traded punches with one another to the cheers and jeers of the crowd in attendance. Fabian Dufresne managed to gain the upper hand over Lavender with a rake to the eye, unbeknownst to the referee. With an impressive vertical leap, Fabian Dufresne dropkicks the stunned Lavender to the mat. Fabian Dufresne circles Lavender, mocking her by holding a hand to his own eye. Fabian Dufresne laughs before stomping Lavender. Lavender, however, grabbed the boot of Fabian Dufresne, sending him flying across the ring with a Dragon Screw. Lavender returned to her feet and charged at Fabian Dufresne, taking him down with one clothesline, a second, followed by a third as she looked to bounce back. As Fabian Dufresne got back to his feet Lavender hooked his arms tight in a butterfly lock before connecting with a Butterfly Suplex. Lavender wasn't done, however, as she once again lifted Fabian Dufresne to his feet before connecting with a Michinoku Driver, accompanied by a pinfall. Two and a half and Fabian Dufresne managed to kick out.
Amsler: Fabian Dufresne's showboating is getting the better of him. He isn't taking Lavender seriously and that is seriously hindering his progression here in this match.
Everett: That is Fabian Dufresne's nature. It hasn't always hindered him in the past. It is both a blessing and a curse, depending on how he chooses to utilise it.
Lavender got to her feet off of the Michinoku Driver and lifted Fabian Dufresne up onto his feet. Lavender locked the arms of Fabian Dufresne again with a butterfly lock, looking for the Butterfly Effect; a Tiger Bomb, this time around. Fabian Dufresne kept his feet grounded and threw Lavender over with a Back Body Drop. Fabian Dufresne tapped his temple with his finger, signaling that he out-smarted Lavender. Fabian Dufresne charged towards the ropes and sprung off, connecting with a Lionsault followed by the pinfall attempt but only a two count. Fabian Dufresne lifted Lavender to her feet and lifted her up onto his shoulder. Lavender slipped behind Fabian Dufresne and held him around the waist, shoving him into the ropes and rolling backward for a pinfall. Fabian Dufresne kicked out, shoving Lavender toward the ropes. Lavender stumbled backward, right into the Gordian Knot from Fabian Dufresne. He refused to make a cover, however. Fabian Dufresne dragged Lavender's lifeless body towards the corner of the ring and propped her up. Fabian Dufresne stepped backward before charging forward, attempting to deliver double knees. Lavender moved out of the way and rolled Fabian Dufresne up for a pinfall, only a two count. Both competitors get to their feet, Fabian Dufresne attempted a big boot, Lavender grabbed his leg and threw him across the ring with a Dragon Screw. Lavender approached Fabian Dufresne, Fabian Dufresne shoved her away before getting to his feet. Lavender turned around to face Fabian Dufresne only to walk right into the Golden Touch; a Claymore Kick, from Fabian Dufresne. Fabian Dufresne pinned Lavender for the victory.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... FABIAN DUFRESNE!
Everett: And with that Fabian Dufresne overcomes the odds of a mystery opponent and provides Lavender with a rude awakening upon her return.
Amsler: Lavender put forth an impressive effort but she was no match for Fabian Dufresne here tonight.
Everett: If this isn't proof that Fabian Dufresne is Prime's hottest prospect I don't know what is.
Amsler: With a Television Championship opportunity in his back pocket, if this wasn't the driving force to prove that then that will be his opportunity to shine. Regardless, this was a hell of a contest between these two competitors. We still have a lot more action to come so stay tuned.
Backstage, we find Jenna Salvatore standing outside one of the locker rooms, the sound of excited conversation audible from behind the closed door. With a nod to the camera, Jenna opens the door and steps inside, to find El Pablo and his doppelganger sat on the bench.
Jenna Salvatore: Pablo?
El Pablo: Yo! Wassup, Jenna?
Jenna Salvatore: Uh…who're you talking to?
Doppelpablo: Rude.
El Pablo: Don't mind him; we're just getting into the zone before our match tonight.
Jenna Salvatore: Ah yes; big night! How're you feeling? You ready?
El Pablo: Of course!
Jenna Salvatore: We heard from Candy during the week; she made mention of a few of your previous 'predictions' that haven't quite panned out as planned. What gives you the confidence that tonight is gonna be different?
Doppelpablo: She'd know a thing or two about shoddy predictions - how many times has she buried Dominic's Sanders now?
El Pablo: Look, we can all talk until the pigeons come home to Ruse. At the end of the day, none of us are psychic. Nobody knows in whose ball court the Skittles are gonna fall. Confidence is all we have - and right now I've got a rainbow-coloured bellyful!
Doppelpablo: You're welcome.
El Pablo: Plus, like I said, me winning tonight makes for the best story. The man a year removed from his last Indy Championship match defeating two former Indy Champions - including the greatest Indy Champion of all time - in that greatest Indy Champion of all time's last match on PRIME? Even Captain George 'Aarrgh' Martin couldn't write that!
It takes a moment for Jenna Salvatore to catch whatever EP's attempting to pitch.
El Pablo: Tonight, the EWC Universe is gonna get a glimpse at three of the finest champions to ever sit upon that Indy Championship throne. I'm not saying we're gonna see a Red Wedding, but by the time the curtain falls, both Candy and Richard Garcia are gonna be tasting red. And purple. Green, blue and all the other colours of the rainbow!
Viva La Rainbowlution!
The camera lingers on a defiant El Pablo for a few moments before cutting to another part of the backstage area
Elsewhere, cameras catch up to Faith Rivers in the backstage area, it’s just about time for her to go out for her match.
Faith: The time for talk is over.
Her tone is as serious as the look upon her face.
Faith: It’s time for go on out there and make good on my promise.”
She snaps her fingers three times.
Faith: This may not be a movie. But I hope Vanita, Alton, and Mischa are all ready to drop like flies in the ring.
Just then her music is cued up.
Faith: Because ready or not, here I come!
With that, Faith walks off as we head to ringside.
»ELIMINATION MATCH«
Faith Rivers
Vs Vanita Thompson
Vs Alton Kickass
Vs Mischa Killings
»SINGLES«
La Meurte
Vs Carrie Samson
»EWC TELEVISION TITLE MATCH«
Jonty Kelly
Vs Jordan Sharpe
»FORMER CHAMPIONS SHOWCASE «
Richard Garcia
Vs El Pablo
Everett: Welcome back guys and gals, I gotta say an all exclusive PRIME pay per view has been long time coming, and we are making history tonight! With that being said the four superstars in our next matchup are all scrambling to climb the ladder, trying to break into the title hunt!
Amsler: Oh shit I actually agree with you for once, a win on a big stage like this will catapult someone to the top of the pile! That being said I’m interested to see what Mischa Killings, Alton Kickass, Vanita Thompson and Faith Rivers bring to the table tonight.
Everett: They better bring it all and leave nothing to chance! And Alton Kickass better not stink out this beautiful venue with his gross Donkeysauce cheeseburgers.
Reid: The following match is a fatal four way Elimination style match, Introducing first, from Making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for ... FAAAITH RIIIVERSSS!!
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 makes her way slowly down to the ring.
Reid: and her opponent, from Venica Italy... now residing Denver Colorado , weighing in at 121 pounds... VANITA THOMPSON!!!!
Throes of Perdition' by Trivium blasts over the PA system as Vanita Thompson walks out through the curtain and down towards the ring.
Reid: From Buffalo NY, weighing in at 265 pounds... ALTON KICKASS!!!!
The opening guitars of "Kick Ass" by Egypt Central begin to play. Alton Kickass walks out onto the ramp and down towards the ring.
Reid: From Bel Air, California, weighing in at 124 pounds...THE FEMME FATALE, MISCHA KILLINGS!!!!!
"Rain" by Missy Elliot begins to play and the fans go absolutely crazy as Mischa Killings makes her way through the curtains and down towards the ring.
DING DING DING
It was a frantic start to the match as all four superstars went at it full throttle from the minute the bell rang. The fans were on there feet cheering as right off the bat Vanita hit her spinning heel kick she calls the Vain Shot on Killings, then Alton caught Vanita with his dropkick move the Kickass Kick, then as he got to his feet he turned right into Rivers who picked him up and hit him with her move The Rivers' Current.
Alton rolled out of the ring before Rivers could make the cover, much to her frustration. Rivers then pinned Vanita who kicked out at the two count. Rivers then quickly tried to pin Killings, but Killings instead revered her pin into a backslide pin of her own. Rivers kicked out at two and as the two got to there feet Killings hit Rivers with her swinging neckbreaker move she calls the TKF. Then as Killings got to her feet Vanita caught her with a roundhouse kick. Vanita then went to go for Alton as he got back in the ring but she was stopped in her tracks as he held in his hand... one of his Kicksss Donkeysauce cheeseburgers! Alton took a bite of the burger and rubbed his stomach as he mouthed the word ‘yummy’. The crowd cheered as he offered the rest of the burger to Vanita.
Everett: Dear lord where did Alton get that disgusting burger from? Don’t touch that Vanita you don’t know where it’s been!!!
Amsler: If Vanita does take it I will, I’m starving!
Vanita took the hamburger from Alton and looked out around the arena as the fans all cheered her on to take a bite, but just as she raised the burger to her feet Rivers came from behind, drop kicking her in the back causing her to fall into Alton which again sent him tumbling backwards out of the ring. Rivers climbs up the top turnbuckle and just when it looked like she was going to jump at Vanita in the ring, she instead turns towards Alton on the outside and jumps at him with her move Leap of Faith as the fans cheered.
In the ring, Killings and Vanita started hammering into each other with elbow and forearm shots, each one harder than the last. Killings caught Vanita one particular roaring elbow shot to the jaw, then just as Killings set Vanita up for her suplex finisher Rivers came from nowhere and hit her move Faithful on Killings. Rivers made the pin and eliminated Killings.
DING DING DING
Reid: Mischa Killings has been eliminated.
Vanita pounced on Rivers and hit her with a German suplex. She then locked Rivers into a Boston crab. Just as it looked like Rivers might tap out, Alton sprung into the ring and caught Vanita off guard, hitting her with his finisher The Last Meal! Alton pinned and eliminated Vanita.
DING DING DING
Reid: Vanita Thompson has been eliminated.
Just as Vanita was eliminated and Alton got to his feet, Rivers pounced and hit her move Faithful on him. She made the pin and got the win.
DING DING DING
Reid: Alton Kickass has been eliminated.... and your winner, via pinfall... FAITH RIVERS!!!
Everett: Wow what a fast paced matchup and Faith Rivers gets the win! Anyone of these superstars could’ve won this.
Amsler: Faith Rivers has taken a massive step in the hunt for a title shot, what a huge win at PRIMEs first pay per view.
Everett: This is a moment she will never forget.
»SINGLES«
La Meurte
Vs Carrie Samson
Reid: The following match is scheduled for (match detail) Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 119 pounds... CARRIE SAMSON!
Bright lights quickly start floating around the arena as "Roundtable Rival" by Lindsey Stirling begins to play. Carrie Samson saunters out onto the stage with a smile before bouncing down the ramp. She leaps onto the ring apron then jumps over the ring ropes. She continues to bounce around.
Amsler: Carrie Samson prances out here with a smile on her face. But I am sure that smile is going to change when death personified makes his way out to the ring.
Everett: She isn't exactly known for having all her marbles. Or perhaps she is just blindly confident.
Amsler: Whatever it is, she is going to need to bring everything if she wants to shine here at Worldwide.
Reid: Her opponent, from your nightmares, weighing in at 210 pounds... LE MUERTE!
'Thrill Switch' by Cut One begins to play as Le Muerte appears through the curtains to a chorus of jeers. Le Muerte walks down the entrance ramp as he stares a hole through Carrie Samson.
Amsler: Le Muerte will be making his debut here tonight at Worldwide. Considering the things this man has had to say throughout the lead up to Worldwide I feel as if Carrie Samson is in for a rude awakening.
Everett: The man is staring a hole right through Carrie Samson. She is going to be in for more than a rude awakening if she allows the Night Stalker to be unleashed.
DING DING DING
Carrie Samson began to work her way around the ring as she looked to find an opening against Le Muerte. Le Muerte, however, didn't even move, not even an inch. This caught Carrie Samson off guard as she stopped in her tracks and stared down Le Muerte with her head titled in bemusement. Carrie Samson begun to gingerly approach Le Muerte with her guard up, trying to convince Le Muerte to move, this did the trick, however, not in the favour for Carrie Samson. Le Muerte burst out of the corner and took Carrie Samson down with a wicked clothesline. Le Muerte stood over Carrie Samson as he admired his work. Le Muerte lifted Carrie Samson to her feet before backing her into the corner of the ring with a shoulder tackle which he followed up with several more stiff shoulder tackles to Carrie Samson's mid-section. Carrie Samson cried out in pain, swiping away at Le Muerte, connecting with a few palm thrusts which simply stunned Le Muerte temporarily. Le Muerte, intent on continuing to work on the mid-section, charged at Carrie Samson in the corner, driving himself head first into the ring post as Carrie Samson moved out of the way at the last second. From beneath the mask of Le Muerte blood begun to emerge as Le Muerte was sliced open above the eye from the steel.
Everett: The Night Stalker has been busted open something fierce.
Amsler: With that one slip up Carrie Samson can manage to gain the upper hand over Le Muerte. That blood is sure to seep into the eyes of Le Muerte and leave him blinded.
Everett: Who knows, that blood could be invigorating for the Night Stalker, like a shark that smells blood.
Amsler: For Carrie Samson's sake, let's hope that isn't the case.
Everett: I'd like to see it, quite frankly.
Amsler: Of course you would.
Le Muerte stumbled out of the corner of the ring, Carrie Samson used this opportunity to dropkick Le Muerte directly in the knee caps. Le Muerte falls forward, landing face-first on the mat. Carrie Samson charged towards the ropes, bounced off and dropkicked Le Muerte once more directly in the face of Le Muerte, this led to the blood from the gash above Le Muerte's eye to spray upward. Carrie Samson attempted to lift Le Muerte to his feet but he was dead weight. With great effort, she managed, only for Le Muerte to grab her around the throat. Stunned by this, Carrie Samson attempted to strike Le Muerte with her fists, landing a few hard blows, but Le Muerte still managed to get the grasp around her throat. As Carrie Samson began to fade Le Muerte lifted her into the air. Carrie Samson, with a last ditched effort, delivered double boots into the mid-section of Le Muerte, this did the trick as Le Muerte dropped Carrie Samson. Carrie Samson grabbed at her throat, attempting to breathe in air, before advantage towards Le Muerte. Carrie Samson grabbed the head of Le Muerte and quickly delivered a DDT, followed by a quick cover. Le Muerte kicked out at two. Carrie Samson, intent on not repeating her previous mistake, waited for Le Muerte to get to his feet before continuing her offense. Le Muerte swatted Carrie Samson away, Carrie Samson bounced off of the ropes and charged back, attempting to connect with a Cross Body. Le Muerte caught her mid-air, turned her into position and then connected with the Fear Is Real, a package piledriver. Le Muerte pinned Carrie Samson with a sinister grin across his bloody face and mask and picked up the three count and the victory.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... LE MUERTE!
Everett: And to the surprise of no one, Le Muerte has picked up the victory.
Amsler: Carrie Samson put up a great effort tonight but she was no match for the debuting Le Muerte.
Everett: Even as the blood poured through his mask, the Night Stalker managed to keep Carrie Samson virtually grounded
Amsler: Let's hope the rest of the roster was watching this, Le Muerte could be just around the corner for any one of those roster members and they need to take notice.
»EWC TELEVISION TITLE MATCH«
Jonty Kelly
Vs Jordan Sharpe
Everett: Welcome back, everybody! We've had quite the night so far!
Amsler: And it's only about to get better! Our first match with one of the two titles is about to begin!
Everett: Indeed. We saw Jonty Kelly return and secure a very impressive win over Alton Kickass, which is how he earned his right to face Jordan Sharpe in the first place.
Amsler: We'll find out tonight if he has enough 'oomph' to defy the odds once again, or if Jordan will retain the EWC Television Championship once more. Here we go!
The sound of a bullet being fired echoes through the arena, before Heavy is the Head begins to play. Smoke begins to fill the top of the entrance ramp. Eventually, Kelly bursts through the smoke, wearing a mouth mask with a bullet between teeth design on it. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp, makes a two finger gun on each hand and fires a shot into the crowd on either side of him. As he does so, pyro goes off on either side of him.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the EWC Television Championship! Introducing first, from Melbourne, Australia, he weighs in at 225 pounds, he is THE LETHAL WEAPON.....JONTY KELLY!
After making his way down the entrance ramp, Kelly enters the ring and immediately jumps on a turnbuckle and poses, holding up four fingers in his right hand and a two finger gun pointed downward in his left hand. Kelly then climbs down and takes off his mouth mask, ready to fight.
Everett: Jonty definitely looking pumped and raring to go.
Amsler: And who can blame him?! These opportunities aren't easy to earn, and never handed out to just any random person.
Reid: His opponent, from Woodstock, NB, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the EWC Television Champion ... JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!
It's pitch black as 'Mein Herz Brennt' by Rammstein 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
The two fighters slowly circle around one another. Neither wants to recklessly make the first move, knowing fully well everything that's at stake. Finally, though, Jonty is the first to charge forward. He stretches his arm out seconds before he gets in range! Jordan sees what he's going for, but it's a few seconds too late, and he's taken down with a Running Clothesline!
But just as quickly as he's knocked onto his back, he gets up on his feet!
Jonty shakes his head, but simultaneously smirks at the display, looking happy to have a formidable challenge. He grabs onto the champion's head, beginning to pull him down into a Spinebuster, but NO! He eats an elbow right to his gut by Sharpe, who retaliates with a Spinebuster of his own!
He looks down with a proud smile towards the prone Jonty, as if silently saying 'THAT is how you do a Spinebuster'.
Everett: The air inside the Bulstrad Arena certainly has gotten a lot more intense within the past few minutes!
Amsler: And it's probably gonna remain that way for the rest of the night, even after this match!
Everett: Both athletes are showing so far their heart and determination for this sport, as well as the EWC Television Championship.
Amsler: Shame both can't emerge as the victor. They'd both be damn good champions.
Jonty is just as quick to recover as Sharpe was, and is soon on his own two feet also. Jordan throws a kick towards him, but Kelly jumps backwards to help avoid the hit. And we soon see that isn't the only reason he opted to react that way. He hunches down .... and knocks the champion back onto the canvas with a Spear!
He takes a few paces back, looking more confident than before that he's mere moments away from securing the belt. Jonty runs towards what he believes to be a still dazed Sharpe, going for his trademark move, the Run N Gun (Shining Wizard), but OH MY GOD!
Right before his knee can land against the side of the champion's head, Jordan rolls away, barely in the nick of time! This causes Kelly to slam his knee against the turnbuckle! He screams and falls down, visibly in pain! One hand grabs onto his knee while the other clenches into a fist and pounds against the mat furiously.
Jordan tries to use this moment and turn it into an advantage. He hits a very much still hurting Jonty Kelly with The Freaking Boot (Running Boot to the face in the corner)! He then pulls Jonty towards the center and hooks his uninjured leg.
ONE!
TWO!
TH -- KICKOUT!
Sharpe looks visibly stunned. He even stares down at Jonty, only to be met with a Superkick from the still prone Kelly.
Jonty forces himself onto his feet, now shaking a bit. But his determination helps him remain standing rather than collapsing.
He tries to reach down for Sharpe's ankle, likely for an Ankle Lock. But now that he's hurt, his movements are slower and easier to read, which helps Sharpe succeed in halting Jonty from getting what he wants with a European Uppercut!
Jordan takes his turn to get a bit of distance and runs forward! The BFPT (Running Palm Thrust To The Face)! Sharpe goes once again for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and STILL EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION... JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!
Everett: What an incredible match!
Amsler: It really was! Even with that injury to his knee, Jonty refused to quit! Hopefully his knee isn't hurt too badly! I woud love to see these two fight again in the future!
Everett: Indeed, but even still, we're not done with World Wide! We still have two more matches to witness, one of which will be for the EWC Indy Championship!
Amsler: Hang onto your seats folks, because this'll be a night to remember! For now, we'll cut away to the back where Candy is waiting.
As cameras go backstage, Candy is seen munching away on the treats her locker room has been stocked with.
Candy: Tonight marks my final appearance for Prime.
She frowns slightly.
Candy: It’s a rather bittersweet moment for me.
Candy pops a candy in her mouth and makes a face. It was obviously something she didn’t like.
Candy: Bitter because I’m really going to miss this place and sweet because I’m going to make it so.
She pauses.
Candy: Now I know both Pablo and Richard may disagree with that. But I’ve proven them wrong before and have no choice but to do it again. Sorry, it has to be this way. Though I suppose it is what it is. Because I promised to give the Prime fans one last sweet moment before I go and that’s exactly what they’re going to get!
Candy shrugs.
Candy: Besides, there’s no better way to let FSW I’m coming to play than by beating the best of the best at World Wide. And once that happens, I’ll prove that I’m THEE BEST...and let’s not forget SWEETEST...that Prime has ever had.
Candy goes back to eating her goodies as the scene fades.
»FORMER CHAMPIONS SHOWCASE «
Richard Garcia
Vs El Pablo
Vs Candy
EWC INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
»LAST PERSON STANDING«
Neveah
Vs Killjoy Ito
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SEGMENT WRITERS
NEVAEH
RAFE WHITE
LAVENDER
EPFTW!
FAITH RIVERS
CANDY
KILLJOY ITO
NEVAEH
MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
TITANESS
MATCH TWO
STITCHES
MATCH THREE
CYRUS
MATCH FOUR
STITCHES
MATCH FIVE
TITANESS
MATCH SIX
GABRIELLE VISCONTY
MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
TITANESS
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES
Aeon Khronos Vs Carter Davenport
WINNER: Aeon Khronos
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SINGLES
Fabian Dufrenese Vs Lavender
WINNER: Fabian Dufrenese
...
ELIMINATION MATCH
Faith Rivers Vs Vanita Thompson Vs Alton Kickass Vs Mischa Killings
WINNER: Faith Rivers
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SINGLES
La Muerte Vs Carrie Samson
WINNER: La Muerte
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EWC TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
Jonty Kelly Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
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FORMER CHAMPIONS SHOWCASE MATCH
Richard Garcia Vs El Pablo Vs Candy
WINNER: Richard Garcia
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EWC INDY CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH
Neveah Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito Vs Nevaeh
Amsler: And we have a mother fucking barn burner for you up next.
Everett: We got a bunch of has beens that have been tossed into a match to make you all feel like you've earned your PPV bucks.
Amsler: God dammit Everett, don't you ever have anything nice to say, you prick faced weasel?
Everett: HAHA! No.
Amsler: What an asshole.
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: “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.
Everett: OW! Shit head just hit me with a Skittle!
Amsler: I don't know how he missed tossing it into your big ass mouth...
Everett: HAHA! Very funny – not! I hope he gets his ass kicked. Son-of-a-bitch hitting me with candy. He's lucky I don't jump up there and whip his ass!
Amsler: You know you would try to hop up into the ring and pull a damn hammy.
Just as "I Want Candy" by Aaron Carter starts to play throughout the arena, fans immediately start to cheer as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage.
Reid: Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!
After her name is announced, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.
Amsler: You can tell the fans have a serious hard-on for Candy. Listen to them cheer!
Everett: Pffft. They are probably happy El Pablo isn't throwing Skittles at them anymore, them suckers hurt.
Amsler: El Pablo and Candy are giving each other the stare down... This match might start now.
'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!"
Reid: Making his way to the ring next, from Melbourne, Australia, RICHARD GAAAAARCIA!!!!
As soon as the song kicks in Richard Garcia bursts through the entrance curtains to an uproar from the crowd. The lights continue to flash in unison with the guitar riffs. Richard Garcia screams to the heavens above with excitement and then makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as he passes by.
Once Richard Garcia reaches the bottom of the ramp he rushes towards the ring and slides into the ring before climbing up to the nearest turnbuckle and spreading his arms out, eagle-winged and screaming in excitement.
Richard Garcia jumps off of the turnbuckle and pumps himself up whilst waiting for his opponent to enter the ring.
DING DING DING
The bell sounds and the three wrestlers took a moment to size each other up. But the moment didn't last long as El Pablo shot in and tried a quick drop kick that Candy easily side stepped – right into a side kick from Garcia. Garcia was quick to move on and catch El Pablo as he was starting to stand, delivering a running bulldog. Candy got to her feet quickly and was eager to pay back Garcia, and she caught him with a running clothesline as Garcia was getting to his feet. El Pablo made a quick slip out to the edge of the ring as Candy pulled Garcia back to his feet. They locked up and were a nice target for El Pablo's corkscrew cross body block, sending all three to the mat in a pile. Candy managed to slip out of the mess first and snap suplexed El Pablo as he attempted to stand. Garcia spun Candy around and sent her to the mat hard with a T-Bone suplex. He started to go for the pin and saw El Pablo moving in on them and rolled out of the way as El Pablo came in with a standing front flip leg drop that blasted Candy.
Everett: Candy got the short end of the stick there...
Amsler: Great heads up move by Garcia. You got to keep your head on a swivel with multiple opponents in the ring.
El Pablo's impressive leg drop was rewarded with a sharp round house kick to the face from Garcia. Garcia with a quick pin attempt.
1...
2...
Candy made a great save by rolling over and pulling Garcia off El Pablo.
Amsler: God damn, that was close. Great save by Candy.
Everett: Garcia should of added a boot to Candy's head before going for that pin attempt.
Garcia was to his feet in a flash and set in on Candy with a couple of stomps to her mid section. Garcia took a little too long to celebrate to the crowd and by the time her turned his attention back to Candy, El Pablo blind sided him with a jumping leg lariat. El Pablo started to pull Garcia up and was caught from behind by Candy as she rolled him up into a schoolboy pin attempt.
1...
2...
Kick out by EL Pablo as Garcia was slow to make the save attempt. All three wrestlers showed signs of the fatigue as the match approached the 15 minute mark. Candy made a quick dash to the ropes as El Pablo did the same. Garcia springboarded Candy as she came at him and sidestepped El Pablo's springboard flying knee. Candy rebounded off the ropes and caught Garcia with a handspring elbow smash that nearly sent him out of the ring. Candy stopped El Pablo dead in his tracks as he came in on her with a boot to the gut. From there Candy nailed El Pablo with a Candy Blast! Candy with the pin attempt.
1...
2...
3 – No! Garcia with the diving save!
Everett: Garcia with a lucky save! Soooo close but no cigar!
Amsler: Holy shit! Candy nailed El Pablo with a Candy Blast and I figured that was all she wrote. El Pablo looks like he is south of Never-Never land right now as Candy and Garcia square off in the center of the ring.
Candy and Garcia lock up and Garcia quickly gains the upper hand. He fires off a few forearm shots before sending Candy staggering back with a stiff European uppercut. Candy staggers into the corner and as Garcia is starting to charge in, El Pablo shoestrings Garcia by grabbing at his foot. Garcia stumbles right into a CCR from Candy!
Amsler: CANDY CAVITY REMOVAL!!! DAMN, I think Candy just ruined Garcia's perfect smile!
Everett: Yeah, Garcia just got a tasty treat he did not expect – Candy coated kneecaps!
Amsler: HA! Good one Everett. Uh oh! El Pablo getting to his feet as Candy is weighing the option of a pin attempt on Garcia.
Everett: What are you waiting on, ya dumb blonde?! Pin him!!
Candy bypassed the idea and charged in on El Pablo as he was getting to his feet. Candy kicks El Pablo in the leg and then tried to kick him in the head. El Pablo ducked the kick and rolled past Candy, digging into his pocket as he rolled quickly up to his feet. Candy spins around in time to get a Facepainter! Skittle flew everywhere as Candy staggered back and then grins, oddly enough, through a mouthful Skittles and blood. El Pablo looked a little confused and then realized his mistake... He just fed The Sweet Treat a rough mouthful of sugary candy. Candy chops on the candy and darts in on the surprised El Pablo, hitting him with a hurricanrana.
Candy was quick to her feet but forgot about Garcia, who nailed Candy as she got to her feet with a Reign of Fire! Garcia with the quick pin attempt!
1...
2...
3!
El Pablo just a fraction of a second slow on the boot to Garcia to break up the pin attempt!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via Reign of Fire – RICHARD GAAAARCIA!!!
Everett: Slick pin by Garcia for the win!
Amsler: Fucking beautiful! The match was getting chaotic and someone was bound to get the quick, slick pin. Amazing showing out of El Pablo and Candy tonight.
Everett: Whatever.
Amsler: Don't be an ass, Everett.
The camera cuts backstage to Jenna Salvatore
Salvatore: Ladies and Gentlemen...‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love
Love: And good evening to you Jenna and all those watching World Wide well...world wide tonight as Prime gets to show the wrestling world how to treat a ppv and give them an action packed night with no ‘piss break’ matches...
Salvatore: And in tonight’s Main Event Killjoy Ito will put the Indy Championship on the line against a very game Nevaeh in a Last ‘Person’ Standing match…
Love: Yeah, the PC police have invaded Prime and done their best to make sure ‘everyone’ feels included and not offended but let’s make one thing clear, Killjoy will in fact be the Last MAN Standing tonight…
Salvatore: That’s a bold statement considering…
Love: Considering what? That Nevaeh WANTS to be the Indy Champion again...listen I’m sure she does as does everyone else in that locker room tonight but since Day 1 here in Prime I told everyone that Killjoy was here to become the face of the Prime brand, when you thought about Prime you would think about him and he’s not about to just hand that championship and his spot here on Prme to Nevaeh because she wants it. Because Nevaeh THINKS she can beat Killjoy...once again gun to head I’m sure everyone here thinks they can beat Killjoy but that’s use facts here ok Jenna, the last time the two of them were in the ring Killjoy ran his knee upside her head and knocked her the hell out for the 1,2 3!!! Had the referee kept counting he would have counted way past 10 but he gets to stop there, one Kettei-Da is all that it will take to end Nevaeh’s night and sure she feels like she DESERVES the Indy Championship but so does everyone else here in Prime but the difference is Killjoy EARNED that Indy Championship by winning the Prime G1...something everyone else here in Prime, Nevaeh included failed to do. He is the Indy Champion because he made it through the most rigorous tournaments in all of wrestling and he beat Nevaeh, the FSW Champion Stitches and Carlos Ruiz in the G1 Finals, now Nevaeh can talk a big game but the fact is when the championship was right in front of her for the taking she couldn’t get the job done, in fact she was the one that was pinned but sure, tell us all how this time will be different...we need a good laugh…
Salvatore: You make it sound like Nevaeh shouldn’t even be in this match but the fact is she beat…
Love: She beat a man who was walking out that door at the end of the night, that is the cold hard fact people want to ignore, had by the grace of God Carlos Ruiz won that match Killjoy would not have had an opponent here tonight for World Wide. The point is Nevaeh is hanging on for dear life to her spot here in Prime when the smart move would have been to push her aside for some of the newer talent, listen we are perfectly aware that IF we drop this championship here tonight Killjoy won’t vault right back up to the front of the line, hell no he will be forced to start at the back but for some reason Nevaeh always seems to be right there, right there at the top and why? Had she not been the one pinned at the G1 Final then ok, she would have had an argument given her success in that tournament but she was pinned and with Carlos saying Adios Amigos and Stitches off in Daly City being the FSW Champion this would have been the perfect time to transition Prime into the future but no, we keep Nevaeh up at the top and give her yet another chance to fall flat on her face.
Salvatore: You seem bitter about…
Love: I’m not bitter what I am is a realist Jenna, Nevaeh puts asses in seats, she might do her best to piss these fans off but she’s a pretty face on a hot body so I understand why she’s where she is here in Prime...she’s Candy 2.0 for our bottom line now that Lil Mrs. Rayder is off to the FSW but what changes here tonight because once Killjoy goes through Nevaeh we don’t want to hear her name again mentioned in the same conversation as the Indy Championship unless you are talking about those who came before Killjoy…
Salvatore: Well a win here tonight would certainly do that for ‘The Future Ace’...
Tommy smiles and looks at Jenna
Love: Oh Jenna, Killjoy is no longer ‘The Future Ace’ of Prime, no by winning the G1 and becoming the Indy Champion he’s the top dog here in Prime, in fact I’m glad you took us there because tonight is a sort of coming out party for Killjoy, a graduation if you will from being ‘The Young Lion’ to ‘The Young Ace’ or even ‘The Future Ace’ to what he truly is… ‘Prime’s Ace’!!!! See tonight he takes that step in the Japanese wrestling culture by Main Eventing his brands ppv as the Champion, he’s the ‘Ace’ of this brand, his brands most important wrestler and Nevaeh can’t take that away from him, she won’t because tonight we close the book on Prime’s past, we send one of its first stars to the abyss of yesterday and march Prime forward, refusing to look back with Killjoy Ito at the forefront of Prime...tonight this man…
Tommy motions for Killjoy to join him on screen and he walks out not in this traditional shirt and trunks but a long colorful robe
Love: Goes out there tonight and shows everyone watching why he is PRIME!!!!
Elsewhere in the backstage area, Nevaeh can be seen getting ready for her match when there is a tap on her shoulder on her shoulder. She is about to rip someone’s head off but bites her tongue when she turns around and sees Hush standing there. Nev relaxes some as he flips a paper around that reads:
‘Good Luck!’
She cracks a smile and sign languages back ‘Thank You’ in return. Judging by his easy grin, Hush was probably impressed. But really he shouldn’t be, since that was the only thing she managed to learn since their last encounter. Though there was no reason to tell him that as she picks up her sledgehammer and walks way to head into battle.
EWC INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
»LAST PERSON STANDING«
Neveah
Vs Killjoy Ito
Everett: Welcome back and we're finally at our main event. Nevaeh versus Killjoy Ito. This will definitely be an amazing sight to see.
Amsler: Nevaeh has practically been an unstoppable force. Granted, Killjoy is no pushover themselves, but will he even be able to stand up to someone like Nevaeh?
Everett: That's exactly what we're going to find out soon, everybody!
Amsler: And we're going to see the answer unveiled to us right freaking NOW!
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: The following match is a Last Person Standing, and is for the EWC Indy Championship! Introducing first, 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: Looking confident as ever, it seems. I wouldn't have blamed her for being a bit nervous to main event PRIME's first Pay-Per-View, but even that isn't seeming to phase her.
Amsler: Every time we see her, she really brings forth the 'in it to win it' attitude. That plus her skills may help her defeat Ito tonight.
Everett: And even if Killjoy retains, there is no doubt she's going to give us, Ito, and the audience a fight to remember.
Amsler: Most definitely. I wouldn't be amazed if this went down in PRIME's history somehow.
The fans inside the Arena Ruse begin to boo as ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love comes walking out onto the stage dressed in a red and black tuxedo straight out of the 1970’s with a sequin bow tie
Everett: Well look at this sharp dressed man
Amsler: What the hell is he wearing?
Tommy walks to the top of the stage and holds out his hand and a Prime staff member runs out onto the stage and hands him ‘The Love Stick’ which is also dressed in a sequin red and black cover to match his tux
Everett: I’ve seen that tux before, in fact he wore it the night The Southern Express were the first tag team to Main Event in Southern Classic Wrestling in 1981 in Greenville, SC, genius move to bring it back here tonight in Ruse, Bulgaria for World Wide!!!
Amsler: He looks like a fucking ringmaster minus the damn top hat
Tommy points ‘The Love Stick’ towards the ring and marches down towards the ring
Everett: Well here comes ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love sans the Indy Champion Killjoy Ito
Amsler: Well I don’t blame him for not wanting to walk out next to that damn idiot
Tommy arrives ringside and marches up the steps and climbs into the ring, Nevaeh makes a move towards Tommy Love and Tommy jumps back but Senior Referee Niklaus Forbes jumps in and holds her back from destroying Tommy Love right then and there before the match even starts. Tommy smiles knowing he’s safe and walks to the center of the ring where Ring Announcer Damon Reid is standing and motions for him to hand him the microphone, which he reluctantly does. Tommy smiles widely and raises the microphone to his mouth
Love: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to World Wide and welcome to tonight’s Main Event. Tonight HISTORY was made with Prime’s first ever exclusive pay per view and I have to say, that World Wide is blowing Hardcore Revolution away!!!!
The Ruse, Bulgaria crowd pops for that and Tommy grins and enjoys the cheers
Amsler: That’s a cheap fucking move right there to get these fans on his side
Everett: You call it cheap by I call it genius, this guys been around the block a time or two
Love: The boys and girls over on Brawl and Rampage can learn a thing or two from us here at Prime and those drunk assholes in Dublin, Ireland can’t hold a damn candle to the ravage WRESTLING fans of Ruse, Bulgaria!!!!
This really gets the fans on their feet and they stand and cheer at Tommy Love’s praise
Love: And to say thank you your Indy Champion Killjoy Ito has a special treat for you tonight, a thank you if you will for being the GREATEST wrestling fans in the world...so I direct your attention to the main screen…
The fans look towards the stage and the giant screen that hangs over the stage which flickers and comes to life
Everett: I talked to Tommy last night and am privy to this ‘special’ World Wide entrance and I can say to you sit back and enjoy this extravaganza!!!
Amsler: I’m sure I’ll hate it if Tommy was behind it
And matching the money falling from the screen the fans inside the Arena Ruse begin to go crazy as Bulgarian Lev’s start to fall from the ceiling
Everett: Yes ladies and gentlemen watching at home that’s 3k in Bulgarian Lev’s falling from the sky, Killjoy’s Elite 15 bonus from May which roughly comes out to $5,245.35 given the exchange rate
Amsler: I wonder if Killjoy really knows who Tommy is spending his bonus?
Love: Ladies and Gentlemen I give to you, live here from Ruse, Bulgaria, Japan’s own….ONE OK ROCK!!!!
The Japanese Rock Band ONE OK ROCK walk out onto the stage and begin to play Killjoy’s Theme Music ‘Deeper Deeper’
Killjoy Ito walks out onto the stage in a new wrestling robe as the Bulgarian lev’s continue to drop from the ceiling
Killjoy starts to walk towards the ring as Tommy Love hands the microphone back to Damon Reid so he can do the introduction on the Indy Champion
Reid: And her opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in tonight at 235lbs…
Tommy covers the microphone and whispers something into Damon’s ear...
Reid: HE IS THE REIGNING AND DEFENDING INDY CHAMPION…. ‘PRIME’S ACE’....KILLJOY ITO!!!!!
The Bulgarian fans continue to cheer the Indy Champion as he climbs into the ring and walks to the corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and reaches out his arms and tilts his head back as the money continues to fall and takes it all in
Everett: Tommy Love seems to have our champion ready to go here tonight
Amsler Nobody has denied Killjoy’s talent...it’s just we all fucking hate Tommy Love
Killjoy jumps down and goes to the other corner and jumps up to the middle turnbuckle and once again strikes his pose for the fans
Killjoy jumps down and removes his robe and hands it to a Prime staff member ringside and walks to the center of the ring and removes the Indy Championship from around his waist and holds it up into the air as he locks eyes with Nevaeh for the first time...
Everett: We are about to see one hell of a fight here tonight…
Amsler: Let the Last Person Standing Match again...
DING DING DING
Nevaeh and Ito start off by charging at one another, quickly locking u up with one another. Killjoy uses his size and strength to hoist Nevaeh into a Fireman's Carry. But maybe this is what Nevaeh wanted! Because she takes full advantage of being right beside the champion's head and counters with a Spike DDT, using the momentum from being lifted up to bring Killjoy down face first into the mat!
While Ito is still reeling from the DDT, Nevaeh adds salt to the wound by hitting the Champion with a Spinning Back Fist, just because she can!
She smirks, seeming very happy with herself, and eyes the EWC Indy Championship still being held by the ref. The crowd, meanwhile, is booing at the way she's treated Killjoy so far.
Everett: Bold actions from Nevaeh.
Amsler: Be that as it may, she knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go after her goal.
Everett: True. And that sorta attitude can certainly help out.
Amsler: It can also bite a person in the ass. Time will reveal which this will do for Nevaeh.
Despite the damage already done, though, he's not giving up! The audience pops as Killjoy Ito shakes his head and stands back up! He then glares a hole at Nevaeh and wordlessly lifts her up. This time, he refuses to leave room for her to get away, and brings her down with a powerful Falcon Arrow. He decides that if Nevaeh was fine pulling off consecutive attacks, he'll take a page from her book.
Killjoy lifts Nevaeh up again, taking advantage of her not fully recovered, and slams her back down again! This time with a Death Valley Driver! He stares down at her ... before slowly nodding and decides to climb up the ropes.
He gets up on top ... and leaps forward in hopes of launching Kushu [Air Raid] (Springboard Forearm Smash)! Nevaeh doubles over in agony, back arching from the impact. Killjoy briefly looks back to the ropes, but shakes his head no. He lifts Nevaeh up and picks up from where he started at the beginning of this match! He hoists Nevaeh up into a Fireman's Carry, this time finishing up with a Gutbuster!
He unceremoniously drops Nevaeh and allows the referee to start counting!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Nevaeh gets up, breathing and panting heavily. She is getting desperate, and it shows! She shoves Ito onto the mat and starts hitting away at him with the Lou Thesz Press! But he endures the hits, wraps his arms around her, and lifts her up yet again! Her attacks get faster, but he grimaces, continuing to accept the attacks!
What starts out as a Last Ride Powerbomb shifts into a Sitout Powerbomb! Ito forces Nevaeh to a standing position and gets behind her! His arms go around her neck as he pulls her into the Ronguguddonaito [Long Goodnight] (Rear Naked Choke)!
Nevaeh stretches her arms out, trying frantically to grab onto the ropes. Every failed attempt leads to a frustrated scream eliciting from her. As a person who is good with submissions, she knows what this can do to her if she fights for too long; but at the same time, she doesn't want to give up!
Ito, meanwhile, seems intent on not allowing her the opportunity to continue fighting. Every time he feels or sees Nevaeh squirm or struggle, more pressure is applied to the hold. It damn well looks like he may actually KILL Nevaeh, particularly when her face begins changing colors!
Finally, her body plops down onto the mat, going still. Killjoy gets off Nevaeh and lets the referee count once more.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Tommy Love is jumping happily up and down. Killjoy shakes his head, just in case this fight isn't yet declared over.
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
Nevaeh coughs, weakly moving a few disheveled strands of hair out of the way of her eyes. She looks around, clearly trying to regather her bearings, before spotting the nearest set of ropes. She grabs on, trying her damnedest to pull herself to a standing position.
NINE!
Tommy shakes his head no, looking horrified as Nevaeh gets herself up to one knee. But before she can actually stand up ...
TEN!
She loses her balance, and collapses back onto the canvas, gasping and panting heavily as the bell rings yet again.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via incapacitation... and STILL EWC INDY CHAMPION, KILLJOY ITO!
Everett: What a recovery for Ito! It's no secret that ever since he lost his Television Championship, he's been on a slightly downward slope. But tonight, he proved he's still a very powerful threat among the PRIME roster!
Amsler: Don't take anything away from Nevaeh though. She very likely gave him one of, if not the, best fights of his career here in EWC!
Everett: A tough night for Nevaeh, but I have little doubts she'll bounce back somehow.
Amsler: Until then, that's it for tonight! Thank you for joining us for our very first World Wide Pay-Per-View! We hope it was as amazing of an evening for you as it was for all of us!
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SEGMENT WRITERS
NEVAEH
RAFE WHITE
LAVENDER
EPFTW!
FAITH RIVERS
CANDY
KILLJOY ITO
NEVAEH
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
TITANESS
MATCH TWO
STITCHES
MATCH THREE
CYRUS
MATCH FOUR
STITCHES
MATCH FIVE
TITANESS
MATCH SIX
GABRIELLE VISCONTY
MATCH SEVEN| MAIN EVENT
TITANESS
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES
Aeon Khronos Vs Carter Davenport
WINNER: Aeon Khronos
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SINGLES
Fabian Dufrenese Vs Lavender
WINNER: Fabian Dufrenese
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ELIMINATION MATCH
Faith Rivers Vs Vanita Thompson Vs Alton Kickass Vs Mischa Killings
WINNER: Faith Rivers
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SINGLES
La Muerte Vs Carrie Samson
WINNER: La Muerte
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EWC TELEVISION TITLE MATCH
Jonty Kelly Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
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FORMER CHAMPIONS SHOWCASE MATCH
Richard Garcia Vs El Pablo Vs Candy
WINNER: Richard Garcia
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EWC INDY CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE MATCH
Neveah Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Killjoy Ito Vs Nevaeh
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