PRIME #58 - MULTIPLE LOCATIONS - 11.10.19
Nov 10, 2019 20:15:24 GMT -6
Faith Rivers and Ibuki Ito like this
Post by PRIME on Nov 10, 2019 20:15:24 GMT -6
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WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly, EWC and its producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #58
NOVEMBER 10th 2019
MAIN EVENT LIVE! FROM KV ARENA, KARLOVY VARY, CZECH REPUBLIC
PRIME
EPISODE #58
NOVEMBER 10th 2019
MAIN EVENT LIVE! FROM KV ARENA, KARLOVY VARY, CZECH REPUBLIC
EWC PRIME
Commentators: Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
While 'Could've Been Me' by The Struts blares over the loudspeakers at every locations, golden fireworks light up the sky in a display that shines brightly regardless of it is day or night. Brilliant blue spotlights swirl over the cheering crowds, whipping them up into a near-frenzy of excitement at the show to come.
Cameras flash all around the arena as the Mac-Tron cycles through Prime's roster. Jordan Freaking Sharpe, Killjoy Ito, La Muerte, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, Carlos Ruiz, Rafe White, Jonty Kelly, Aoen Khronos, Vanita Thompson, El Pablo, Richard Garcia, Bandana Joe Porter and Fabian Dufresne are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd...
The camera centers on ringside at the KV Arena, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.
Micah Everett: Welcome to the Czech Republic and what a show we have!
Sandra Amsler: With Wrestlefest just around the corner and a stacked card tonight, who will Czech in to Wrestlefest and who will Czech out?
Everett: Good line.
Amsler: I don't know if it's good or bad that I've found something you like.
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The MacTron cuts to static for a moment and then total darkness fills the arena. After a moment a voice with an accent starts to speak.
Voice: The EWC. Best of the best MY arse.
Two large men appear on the MacTron, they seem to be backstage in the locker room area. The bigger of the two men with long scraggly hair and an untidy beard points at the camera.
Hamish: How rude a us! We huvney introduced ourselves. Am Hamish Campbell.
Hamish points at the smaller man standing beside him.
Hamish: This baldy bastard is ma brother Campbell Campbell. We are the Sons of Scotland. Noo yer probably askin’ yerselfs, wits two handsome chaps like ourselves daein’ in a cesspit like the EWC. I’ll tell ye why.
Campbell leans forward and shouts into the camera.
Campbell: He’ll tell ye why!!!
Hamish elbows Campbell in the chest and pushes him back into a locker before turning back towards the camera.
Hamish: Yez ‘ave aw got it so easy around here. Wrapped up in yer wee comfort blankets, aw cosy ‘n’ warm. Week efter week efter week its aw petty squabbles aboot nothin’ that really matters. Ye are aw a bunch a materialistic bawbags!!”
Campbell lunges forward again as Hamish puts an arm around his brothers shoulder.
Campbell: Big beefy sacks!!!
Hamish: A mean look at ye all!! Look at wit yer general managers let ye away with. Ye’ve got illicit affairs happenin’ between employees and when they get found oot dae they get the sack? Naw they get handed the main event of WrestleFest. Who’s runnin’ this show? Cause it isney President Mac and it’s certainly no any of the general managers! They couldney run a piss up in a brewery. En’ we’ve got old dirty perverts runnin’ aboot seedin’ anythin’ they kin get there hawns oan, stupid wee lassies skippin’ aboot consumin’ sweeties ‘n’ so called big name superstars movin’ oan tae PRIME for a fuckin’ vacation, clowns jumpin’ aboot in women’s clothes and chokein’ each other oot with hair dryers! This is suppose tae be a wrestling company no a fuckin’ fifty shades a grey tribute act!!
Campbell: The books wur better awright!!!!
Hamish: Ye cannay even read Campbell.
Campbell sheepishly looks down at the floor and leans his head against his brothers shoulder as Hamish continues to address the EWC nation.
Hamish: Were wiz a... aw aye... the EWC roster... Arseholes throwin’ skittles aboot like it’s Disneyland!!! Call yerself fighters! Nah, yer aw a bunch a social media darlin’s who need a fuckin’ kick up the arse! And that’s where we come in.
Campbell lift’s his head from Hamish’s shoulder and spits into the camera.
Campbell: Disneyland!!!! Mikey Mouse is a wanker and so is Phoenix Winterborn!
Hamish: Who the fuck is Phoenix Winterborn?
Campbell shrugs his shoulders and gives his brother a toothy grin. Hamish forcefully pushes Campbell to the side as he stumbles out of view.
Hamish: See Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir didney gee us a contract. They cannay touch us. We’ve been brought in by a hire power to shake things up around the EWC. Ye have all gone soft, bit things are aboot tae change aroon here. First we deal with the dregs a society that pollute PRIME, then the Sons of Scotland are comin’ for the rest of yez!!!
Campbell bounces back into the shot.
Campbell: Soft like a loaf a bread!!!!
Hamish grabs Campbell by the ears and the two exchange a headbutt before bursting into hysterical laughter.
S.O.S: Hahahahahaha!!!!
The Son of Scotland logo appears on the screen before cutting to static.
MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Quinn Collins
Vs Silver Ann Gold
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»SINGLES«
Quinn Collins
Vs Silver Ann Gold
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Everett: So lets kick this episode of PRIME off with a couple of debutants going one on one. Quinn Collins versus Silver Ann Gold coming to you live from the KV Arena in Karlovy Vary!!
Amsler: Quinn Collins, former manager of Jonty Kelly and she’s now back wrestling in the ring after being told that she would never wrestle again due to a nasty neck injury in early 2018! So this is a big moment for her!
Everett: It certainly is and she goes up against the bubbly Silver Ann Gold! This is a dream come true for Silver tonight. Unlike Collins, Silver has never wrestled a professional match in her career. This is her first ever match, that’s huge. I saw her in the back earlier tonight and she was just in awe of all the other PRIME superstars.
Amsler: I just hope Tommy Love doesn’t set his sights on her, she won’t be so innocent then.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, Making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, she is The Glitterbomb, SILVER ANN GOLD!
The chirping, EDM style entrance of 'We R Who We R' plays along with a glittering display of white and gold lights as Silver Ann Gold makes her way out to the ring.
Reid: Her opponent, Introducing, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is The Quinntessential.....QUINN COLLINS
Blue and gold lights fill the arena as "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play. The crowd begins to cheer as Quinn Collins emerges and heads down to the ring.
DING DING DING
Silver extends a handshake towards Collins but Collins kicks her in the gut and whips her off of the ropes. As Silver comes back at her, Collins goes for clothesline but Silver slides underneath her legs. Silver springs to her feet and just as Collins turns around she hits a high dropkick to Collins face dropping her to the mat. Silver then runs off of the ropes and back at Collins, jumping high in the air with a leg drop but Collins rolls out of the way and Silver hits the mat. Collins rolls back towards Silver and catches her square in the head with a swift kick. Silver is laid out on the mat as Collins kips up to her feet and leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Collins leaps off of the top and lands on Silver with an elbow drop, hooking her leg and going for the pin. Silver kicks out at two.
Collins pushes herself to her feet and pulls Silver up with her. Collins places Silver inbetween her legs and lifts her up, dropping her back into the mat with a huge powerbomb. Collins once again covers Silver and it looks like she’s going to get the win but they are close to the ropes and the ref spots Silvers hand on the bottom rope, forcing him to break the count.
Everett: Oh boy twice now Quinn Collins has nearly had the win here! That power bomb was exquisite.
Amsler: Silver Ann needs to be careful, going for a friendly handshake at the start of the match might have been a bad move! Quinn Collins isn’t Interested in making friends, she’s just after the win.
Collins doesn’t waste time, as she gives Silver a few kicks on the mat behind pulling her to her feet and whipping her towards the rope again instead of hitting the ring ropes Silver slides underneath them to the outside. Collins sees this and runs towards the ropes herself, sliding underneath to join Silver on the outside but as soon as she does this Silver back into the ring. This time with lightening pace Silver runs off of the ropes and leaps over the top, landing on Collins on the outside with a somersault Plancha! The crowd are on there feet cheering for Silver.
Silver rolls Collins back into the ring, then she leaps onto the ring apron and then the top rope. With Collins on the mat Silver goes for her top rope Corkscrew 360 Senton Bomb move she calls Glitterbomb. Collins gets her knees up and Silver lands straight on them, which looked like it hurt. Collins rolls Silver up in a small package pin but Silver kicks out at two and half. With both still on the mat, Collins suddenly locks in her crossface submission on Silver that she calls Brooklyn Kiss!
Amsler: That was a beautiful Plancha that Silver Ann pulled off earlier but now she’s in trouble!
Everett: She certainly is! Quinn has that Brooklyn kiss locked in good! It could be all over for Silver Ann Gold.
Collins tightens her grip on the crossface but Silver refuses to tap with the majority of the Czech crowd right behind her! Silver looks like she’s fading as the ref checks on her, raising her arm in the air, as he lets it go Silver comes to life and stretches her arm out towards the ring ropes. Silvers fingertips look like they might just catch the bottom ring rope and Collins sees this so she extends her leg and pushes it off of the ring rope trying to push them both back but she ends up rolling backwards and Silver with her. As the two roll, Silver traps Collins and pins her shoulders to the mat. The ref counts and Collins kicks out just before the three count!
Both Silver and Collins get to there feet at the same time, Silver catches Collin with some quick punches to the body and then she runs off of the ropes and goes for a high knee strike but Collins drops to the mat and ducks the move. Silvers momentum takes her off of the ropes and as Collins gets to her feet Silver leaps back at her and goes for her springboard cutter finisher she calls Jewel cutter but Collins is a step ahead and as Silver comes at her she springs forward and hits Silver with superkick to the back of the neck that she calls Neck Check! As Silver lays on the mat holding her neck, Collin picks her up and hits her hammerlock DDT finisher that she calls Empire State of Mind. Collins goes for the pin and gets the three count.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... QUINN COLLINS!!
Everett: Quinn Collins is back with a bang! She gets her first win since being cleared to wrestle again and you can just see the relief on her face.
Amsler: Yup this is a moment that Quinn Collins will never forget. Lets not take anything away from Silver Ann Gold, she gave it her all tonight.
Everett: I can see a big future ahead on PRIME for both of these females.
Amsler: Well don’t go anywhere folks because up next it’s PRIMEs very own Dominic Sanders going one on one with another debutant El Volando.
The camera cuts backstage inside the Buly Arena where we see Prime’s Jenna Salvatore, she is looking down at her notes when El Volando walks into the shot
Volando: Well hello there Miss. Salvatore…
Jenna looks up at El Volando, who now has extended his hand towards her
Volando: I’m El Volando, it’s nice to meet you and get this opportunity to make a first impression with someone as beautiful as you…
Jenna looks at El Volando and shakes her head
Salvatore: We really are going to do this huh? Ok then…
She stands up and shakes El Volando’s hand
Salvatore: Nice to meet you El Volando and such a relief to meet a new member of the Volando family, I have to say I’m not a fan of EVERYONE in your family…
Volando: Yeah I understand that, El Pablo is a little annoying with all the ‘Skittles’ plugs and Xavier Reid can be a little rough and don’t get me started on my Uncle Villano…
Salvatore: No, no...El Pablo is charming and he’s always nice enough to leave me a bag of Skittles to keep my energy up, Xavier might be a little rude but he’s a star and as for your uncle well, ok he’s a pain but the one I have issue with is none other than Tlatoani Volando…
El Volando looks a bit stunned but this
Volando: Tlatoani?
Salvatore: Yeah Tlatoani…
Volando: But the ladies always find him charming, romantic great guy…
Salvatore: And a guy that sends the same love letter to all the backstage girls, a letter by the way he took off the internet, you know if you Google: Love Letters, it’s the first one that pops up, really sad and lame but what do you expect, the guy is clearly clueless when it comes to the ladies…
Volando: I AM NOT...I mean I am not as...lame or maybe careless as Tlatoani is but I assure you he means well and only wanted to take you to dinner get to know you better…
Salvatore: Sure...well let’s not talk about that fool, tonight you have a match against one of the greatest to lace up the boots here in the EWC in Dominic Sanders…
Volando: Yes, he is really good but he’s already counting the victory against me this week and I get it, I’m new and he’s a former Undisputed Champion but I’m fool of tricks and even…
El Volando pulls out a chocolate rose
Volando: And treats…
Jenna looks at the chocolate rose and continues
Salvatore: Well it’s not just Dominic out there tonight, we saw at FSW #090 that Cora isn’t above getting involved in matches…
Volando: Oh I’m ready for her and won’t be distracted if she smacks by butt, see…
El Volando jumps around and sticks his butt out towards Jenna
Volando: Go ahead, give it a smack…
Salvatore: Pass…
Volando: No seriously, give it a smack
Salvatore: No…
Volando: Come on, it won’t bite, smack it…
Salvatore: We are done here…
Jenna turns to leave as El Volando smacks his own ass and turns back towards her
Volando: I’m just saying Cora means nothing to me and I only want you...damn it I thought that would work…
El Volando shrugs his shoulders and turns and walks off camera
We return from commercial to the backstage area at the KV Arena we find intrepid PRIME correspondent Jenna Salvatore standing by alongside El Pablo. The Technicolour Tecnico has that trademark grin upon his face as he stares off into the distance, intermittently tossing Skittles up into his mouth.
Jenna Salvatore: El Pablo, tonight you take on Faith Rivers in the main event for her newly-won Television Championship, seeking to claim what would be your first piece of EWC gold since the start of last year. How are you feeling? Any final thoughts?
El Pablo: Y'know…I think there's been too much thinking these past 18 months or so. All I've done is think…about championships, about my form, about the perennial cycle of joy that is mia familia...and where's it got me?
Jenna Salvatore: Well…I mean…to a Television Championship match?
El Pablo: That…is true! BUT, regardless, it's time for me to stop thinking and start doing. Tonight, I'mma do what a Volando does best…seize the moment. Make some memories. And maybe, just maybe - if the wind is fair and if the rivers roll right - become your new EWC Television Champion.
Jenna Salvatore: Speaking of the Volandos, tonight we're due to see the debut of El Volando here on PRIME. Now, obviously the history between you and your family is well-documented, but I just w-
El Pablo: Woah woah woah...look, I appreciate why you're asking that, but tonight of all nights is not the time to try and unpack all that horsebothery. Tonight…I've got my eyes on the prize...and now, if you'll excuse me...a new dawn's about to rise.
Viva La Rainbowlution.
MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
El Volando
Vs Dominic Sanders
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»SINGLES«
El Volando
Vs Dominic Sanders
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Everett: It's been a hell of a night already but we are far from done as up next is El Volando versus Dominic Sanders.
Amsler: He's decided to swap Brawl for the sunnier climate of Prime. Probably because he views the prime roster as easier to beat.
Everett: That's not a knock on the talent here in Prime. Dominic Sanders is going to ease his way through the roster because of his talent.
Amsler: We'll see tonight. El Volando is not an opponent to look past.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, from Farmington, New Mexico, weighing in at 190 pounds... EL VOLANDO!
The smoke begins to pour out onto the stage a ‘Return Of The Tres’ begins to play out. The fans start to cheer as El Volando jumps out onto the stage and runs to the front of the stage and looks out at the crowd. He puts his hands on his hips and looks towards the ring and the points and then begins to run towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope and then springs up to his feet. He unhooks his cap and tosses it to the outside.
Everett: Making his way to the ring: Victim number ONE!
Amsler: You sound confident.
Everett: Have you not been listening to me? Dominic Sanders is going to run through Prime like a knife through butter. It doesn't matter who is the champion. they should all be quaking in their boots.
Amsler: This is going to be so much fun if he loses this match.
The lights go out in the arena. Purple pyrotechnics burst up on the stage and down the sides of the ramp heading towards the ring. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing. Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stares out at the fans. Suddenly, Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a purple dress and purple streaks in her hair. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to a moderately mixed reaction from the crowd.
Reid: Their Opponent... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!
Dominic beats his chest with both fists and raises his arms in the air with a roar. The crowd reacts even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he walks down the ramp hand-in-hand with Cora at his side.
Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Cora joins him at his side. He grins and nods his head as he moves over to the corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring.
DING DING DING
Both men circle each other before Volando hits Sanders in his thigh and torso with a series of kicks. Sanders counters the last one by catching the leg with his arm and lifting Volando and dropping him with a Spinebuster. Sanders throws Volando into the corner where he unloads with some right hands and some elbows before dragging Volando's face along the top rope. Sanders whips Volando off the ropes but Volando ducks a Clothesline before hitting a Backflip Headscissors and a nip up Dropkick that sends Sanders rolling to the outside to regroup. Outside the ring, Sanders has enough time to shake the cobwebs before Volando flies at him with a springboard Shooting Star Plancha. Volando rolls Sanders back in the ring but spends to long keeping an eye on Cora Whittaker that Sanders is able to hit Volando with a Suicide Dive. Sanders picks up Volando and Gorilla Presses him back into the ring before rolling back into the ring himself.
Sanders lifts Volando for an Inverted Atomic Drop but Volando somehow counters it into a twisting sit out Powerbomb. Sanders falls against the bottom turnbuckle. Volando runs at him before leaping at the top turnbuckle, performing a handstand that he turns into a Dropkick right to the face of Sanders. Volando drags Sanders out of the corner and makes the cover.
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Kick Out!
Everett: A kick out on two and a half there by Dominic Sanders!
Amsler: Not looking good for you, is it?
Everett: This is just a blip
Amsler: You trying to convince the fans or yourself?
Everett: It's a blip.
Volando lifts Sanders up off the canvas and shoots him off the ropes He catches Sanders coming off the ropes and tries to lift him, Sidewalk Slam style, for a Tombstone but Sanders rolls out of it and catches Volando around the waist from behind. He lifts Volando for a German Suplex but Volando backflips out of it landing on his feet. Only for Sanders to Boot him in the face sending him staggering back into the corner where Sanders runs at him hitting another Boot to the face. Sanders follows this up hitting a Tornado DDT. Sanders motions he's going for the cover but changes his mind lifting Volando to his feet. Smirking at the crowd, he lifts Volando up and hits a Riptide. This time he actually makes a cover.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... DOMINIC SANDERS!
Everett: Just like that it's like we are halfway through a crossword. One Down!
Amsler: A fine mix of talent, luck and timing. IF he hadn't countered that Tombstone attempt this could have been a different result.
Everett: If, if. I told you that was just a blip. Maybe he took El Volando a bit too lightly to begin with but when he needed to he got the win.
Amsler: It's going to be a long night. I need a break, but don't you go too far as up next we have Richard Garcia in action!
We come back from commercial to Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler at the announcers table
Everett: At Youngblood a member of the Prime roster faced off against a member of the Brawl roster, a member of the Rampage roster and a member of the FSW roster and walked out victorious and claimed a Golden Ticket to allow them to challenge for a championship of his choosing on his home brand and that man was none other that Killjoy Ito!!!
Amsler: Shit, as excited as I was that Prime got over again on the other brands that means we now have to hear the smug…
But before Sandra can finish her sentence she’s cut off by ‘Black Betty’ and the Kravare fans show their displeasure as ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love walks out onto the stage and the fans inside the Buly Arena turn up the heat for the outspoken manager of the former Indy Champion Killjoy Ito.
Amsler: well this asshole!!!
Tommy smiles as the boos echo throughout the arena but he’s not fazed by them. He turns and looks back at the curtain and yells something and motions with the Love Stick and out walks Gabrielle Visconty. The Czech fans reverse course and cheer the Brawl star as they were not expecting to see her tonight. Tommy smiles and walks over to Gabi Vee and says something to her and the pair head to the ring.
Everett: As many EWC fans have heard Tommy Love has signed on to become the NEW manager of the former TV Champion…
Amsler: Gabi blink twice if you are being held against your will…
Everett: You may not like Tommy Love but there is no denying the man has done wonders with Killjoy and Gabrielle should be thrilled that she’s got the services of the best manager in the business today now in her corner.
Amsler: Yeah, she looks thrilled doesn’t she…
The camera cuts to Gabrielle Visconty who looks like she’d rather be anywhere but inside the Buly Arena with Tommy Love. The pair enter the ring and Tommy walks over to Damon Reid and motions for a microphone. Damon hands Tommy the mic and he returns to the middle of the ring with Gabrielle walking over to the corner and hops up and sits on the top turnbuckle
Love: Ladies and gentlemen it’s my pleasure to present to you, the winner of the Youngblood Golden Ticket...KILLJOY ITO!!!
‘Deeper Deeper’ plays out inside the Buly Arena as Killjoy Ito walks out onto the stage and right to the front, he throws his hands out as the fans give him a warm welcome as he heads towards the ring
Amsler: You know I might like this kid more if he would just kick that old fuck to the curb…
Everett: You don’t kick the best manager in the business to the curb Sandra, not if you want to get back to the top of Prime
Killjoy makes it ringside and climbs up the steps and enters the ring, he walks over and fist bumps Tommy who motions for him to pull out the Golden Ticket which he does and holds it in front of the camera
Love: Look at that beautiful ticket and here tonight in Kravare we are going to announce our intentions of cashing this baby in. You see I thought Marshall Evans might do what was right and just grand Killjoy a rematch against the Indy Champion Jordan Sharpe on the account HE WASN’T PINNED that night at the Rumble and save me the ‘you didn’t give Carlos Ruiz his rematch’ bullshit, Carlos hit the road back to Spain the second he lost that championship or we would have...trust me!
The fans boo at Tommy as he emphasizes the ‘trust me’
Love: Youngblood would have been the perfect setting to have Killjoy and Jordan go one on one but Marshall had other plans, he wanted to showcase his stud against the best of the other brands...notice he stuck Jordan in a tag team match but for Killjoy he put him in a match where he embarrassed those stiffs from Brawl, Rampage and the FSW and that alone should have granted him a rematch but we haven’t heard a damn thing from the Prime front offices so tonight he stop waiting and we take matters into our own hands…
Tommy reaches out and pulls the Golden Ticket from Killjoy’s neck and holds it up
Love: I know Marshall and Jordan are backstage so listen up, on behalf of Killjoy Ito I am hereby submitting this Golden Ticket for a match at WrestleFest against Jordan Sharpe for the Indy Championship…
The fans pop at this announcement
Love: We are not going to sit on this Golden Ticket or wait for management to come to us, we are taking the bull by the horns and calling our shot, it’s the feud that’s dominated Prime for most of 2019 and what better way to end it than at the final ppv of the year...two men walk in but only one man walks out as ‘The Face of Prime’...it’s the be all end all match Marshall and you know it so draw up the contract and come out here and collect this Golden Ticket and make this match official…
Tommy holds up the ticket and looks towards the stage as Marshall Evans steps through the curtain.
Evans: Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. If there is one thing I can set my watch by it's how predictable you are. You see, Jordan SHarpe can't be here right now as he's in another part of the country but the second you won that Golden Ticket that you were going to cash that in the first chance that you could. So much so that he sent me an email as soon as the card for tonight's show dropped.
Marshall reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper.
Evans: It reads: So Tommy can't wait any longer that two weeks to cash in on me? If Tommy Love wants Killjoy to suffer another loss to me that's fine by me but it's going to be on MY terms and I want it to be a LADDER MATCH!
Marshall places the sheet of paper back into his pocket and waves to a fan in the crowd before heading back through the curtain. Tommy smiles as Gabrielle hops down off the turnbuckle and slides out of the ring waving her hands until she gets the attention of the vendor selling drinks and snacks, he walks to the guard rail and hands her a drink and a cotton candy
Love: Are you kidding me right now, I'm right in the middle of...forget it, you want to try and stack the deck in your favor so be it, I'll enjoy the moment even more when Killjoy beats you Sharpe in a match you picked, you want us in a ladder match fine by us...
Tommy turns and nods to Killjoy as on the floor Gabi is taking selfies with some of the ringside fans
Love: Enjoy that championship while you have it because come WrestleFest we are putting this to an end and we are closing the book on Jordan Sharpe as Indy Champion once and for all and restoring that championship to the glory it had when it was over the shoulder of Killjoy Ito
Tommy tosses his microphone to the floor and huddles up with Killjoy as Gabi pulls off a piece of her cotton candy and shoves it in her mouth, not caring one bit about what has just happened
Everett: You don’t kick the best manager in the business to the curb Sandra, not if you want to get back to the top of Prime
Killjoy makes it ringside and climbs up the steps and enters the ring, he walks over and fist bumps Tommy who motions for him to pull out the Golden Ticket which he does and holds it in front of the camera
Love: Look at that beautiful ticket and here tonight in Kravare we are going to announce our intentions of cashing this baby in. You see I thought Marshall Evans might do what was right and just grand Killjoy a rematch against the Indy Champion Jordan Sharpe on the account HE WASN’T PINNED that night at the Rumble and save me the ‘you didn’t give Carlos Ruiz his rematch’ bullshit, Carlos hit the road back to Spain the second he lost that championship or we would have...trust me!
The fans boo at Tommy as he emphasizes the ‘trust me’
Love: Youngblood would have been the perfect setting to have Killjoy and Jordan go one on one but Marshall had other plans, he wanted to showcase his stud against the best of the other brands...notice he stuck Jordan in a tag team match but for Killjoy he put him in a match where he embarrassed those stiffs from Brawl, Rampage and the FSW and that alone should have granted him a rematch but we haven’t heard a damn thing from the Prime front offices so tonight he stop waiting and we take matters into our own hands…
Tommy reaches out and pulls the Golden Ticket from Killjoy’s neck and holds it up
Love: I know Marshall and Jordan are backstage so listen up, on behalf of Killjoy Ito I am hereby submitting this Golden Ticket for a match at WrestleFest against Jordan Sharpe for the Indy Championship…
The fans pop at this announcement
Love: We are not going to sit on this Golden Ticket or wait for management to come to us, we are taking the bull by the horns and calling our shot, it’s the feud that’s dominated Prime for most of 2019 and what better way to end it than at the final ppv of the year...two men walk in but only one man walks out as ‘The Face of Prime’...it’s the be all end all match Marshall and you know it so draw up the contract and come out here and collect this Golden Ticket and make this match official…
Tommy holds up the ticket and looks towards the stage as Marshall Evans steps through the curtain.
Evans: Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. If there is one thing I can set my watch by it's how predictable you are. You see, Jordan SHarpe can't be here right now as he's in another part of the country but the second you won that Golden Ticket that you were going to cash that in the first chance that you could. So much so that he sent me an email as soon as the card for tonight's show dropped.
Marshall reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper.
Evans: It reads: So Tommy can't wait any longer that two weeks to cash in on me? If Tommy Love wants Killjoy to suffer another loss to me that's fine by me but it's going to be on MY terms and I want it to be a LADDER MATCH!
Marshall places the sheet of paper back into his pocket and waves to a fan in the crowd before heading back through the curtain. Tommy smiles as Gabrielle hops down off the turnbuckle and slides out of the ring waving her hands until she gets the attention of the vendor selling drinks and snacks, he walks to the guard rail and hands her a drink and a cotton candy
Love: Are you kidding me right now, I'm right in the middle of...forget it, you want to try and stack the deck in your favor so be it, I'll enjoy the moment even more when Killjoy beats you Sharpe in a match you picked, you want us in a ladder match fine by us...
Tommy turns and nods to Killjoy as on the floor Gabi is taking selfies with some of the ringside fans
Love: Enjoy that championship while you have it because come WrestleFest we are putting this to an end and we are closing the book on Jordan Sharpe as Indy Champion once and for all and restoring that championship to the glory it had when it was over the shoulder of Killjoy Ito
Tommy tosses his microphone to the floor and huddles up with Killjoy as Gabi pulls off a piece of her cotton candy and shoves it in her mouth, not caring one bit about what has just happened
MATCH #3
»SINGLES«
Lavender
Vs Richard Garcia
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»SINGLES«
Lavender
Vs Richard Garcia
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Amsler: The thrilling action continues with an exhibition match between Lavender and Richard Garcia. Frustrated with a lack of competition over the past few weeks, Lavender chose to hunt down Richard Garcia and challenge him to a match. In the fighting spirit, Richard Garcia accepted, noting that Lavender better bring a challenge.
Everett: I don't usually support the cookie-cutter hero, Richard Garcia, and I won't start now. But quite frankly, Richard Garcia is going to snap this twig in half.
Amsler: Did you not watch Lavender's match with the current reigning Undisputed Champion, Cyrus Black, a few weeks ago? Lavender took him to his limits.
Everett: Did she win?
Amsler: Well, not exactly.
Everett: Well there you go.
Amsler: The point is, Lavender has a track record of pushing prolific competitors to their limits. Cyrus Black wasn't the first and Richard Garcia surely won't be the last.
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 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: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 132 pounds... LAVENDER!
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.
Amsler: Richard Garcia was disappointed with coming up short at the Rumble and looks to change things here tonight.
Everett: Killjoy Ito was robbed at the Rumble. Jordan Sharpe pinned this sorry excuse for an Australian about to enter the ring.
Amsler: What do you know about Australians?
Everett: I know they are disappointments. Both Richard Garcia and Jonty Kelly came up short at the Rumble.
'Live To Win' by Paul Stanley hits as the crowd gets 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. 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.
Reid: Her opponent, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 213 pounds... RICHARD GARCIA!
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
Standing in the ring, both Lavender and Richard Garcia exchanged a respectful handshake before circling the ring as they looked for the advantage. The two locked up in the center of the ring and the match was underway. Richard Garcia, being the seasoned veteran, managed to maintain the advantage, powering Lavender down to the mat during a collar and elbow tie-up. Richard Garcia clotheslined Lavender in the corner of the ring before he grabbed her by the back of the head and tossed her towards the center of the ring. Richard Garcia waited for Lavender to get to her feet before he charged, connecting with the flat of his boot directly to the face of Lavender. Richard Garcia attempted the quick cover, knowing full well it was futile. Richard Garcia attempted to lift Lavender to her feet but she clipped his legs and brought him down with a leg takedown before wrapping an arm firmly around his head with a headlock. Richard Garcia attempted to fight out, asking the crowd for assistance. Richard Garcia delivered a few firm shots to the abdomen of Lavender but she would have none of it, delivering a few stiff knees to Richard Garcia's mid-section before slamming the Phoenix Star down with a Michinoku Driver. Lavender transitioned into the pinfall attempt but Richard Garcia kicked out with ease. Lavender sensed this and transitioned right into a Fujiwara Armbar
Amsler: Richard Garcia may have a world of experience over Lavender, but Lavender has a few tricks of her own up her sleeve. With each and every match she displays skills and abilities accustomed to that of a veteran. It shows she is truly a student of the game.
Everett: She is a fan of the game. She is in this business because she wanted to be like the superheroes she watched strut down to that ring in spandex tights. UGH! Please.
Amsler: Aren't we all fans, Everett?
Everett: It is one thing to be a fan. It is another thing to be a mark.
Amsler: Who is Mark? Mark Storm?
Everett: Ha...ha...ha... You're funny
As Richard Garcia fought and squirmed his way out of the hold Lavender began to lose her grip until, eventually, Richard Garcia was free. Lavender tried to retrieve Richard Garcia but he was right there to plant a boot down upon the back of the hand of Lavender. As Lavender shook her hand in pain Richard Garcia charged towards the ropes, bounced off and drove two boots into the face of Lavender with a Missile Dropkick. A quick cover from Richard Garcia but only a two count. Richard Garcia lifted Lavender to her feet before swiftly transitioning behind her and connecting with a Dragon Suplex. Richard Garcia didn't let up on the suplexes, connecting with a flurry of them before once again attempting a pinfall to no prevail. Frustrated, Richard Garcia started to stomp Lavender before dragging her into the corner of the ring. Richard Garcia placed Lavender in the corner of the ring in a seated positioned before he backed up. Richard Garcia charged forward and missed with two knees as Lavender rolled out of the way. Richard Garcia backed out of the corner holding his knees and right into a Back Body Drop from Lavender. Lavender is quick to ascend to the top rope where she managed to connect with a Whisper In The Wind-esque move. Lavender crawled over Richard Garcia, lying back-first across his body for a pinfall attempt. Richard Garcia was playing possum, secures Lavender and rolled her over into a pinfall of his own. Only a two count.
Everett: That was a close one.
Amsler: Lavender maintained the advantage for a good chunk of time but Richard Garcia managed to survive the onslaught, positioning himself into a beneficial position to gain the advantage. Has Lavender lived up to Richard Garcia's desire for competition yet?
Everett: I highly doubt it. The man has an ego.
Richard Garcia was quick to his feet, hoping to keep the advantage. He backed up into the corner of the ring again and as Lavender got to her feet he charged, connecting with the Buisaku Knee, he attempted to finish the combination with a modified Hurracanrana but Lavender rolled through. Richard Garcia got to his feet and turned around just in time to avoid the Bulldog attempt from Lavender. Lavender collides rear-first on the mat, but the pain shooting up her spine didn't stop her. Richard Garcia attempted to lock in a headlock but Lavender snapped him over with a Snapmare. Richard Garcia collided with the corner of the ring. Lavender backed up and tried for a corner clothesline, Richard Garcia rolled out of the way. As Lavender turned around Richard Garcia went for the Wasted Sacrifice (a Diamond Cutter/RKO) but Lavender holds onto the ropes with one arm and Richard Garcia crashed down to the mat. Lavender tried to lock in the Fujiwara Armbar again but Richard Garcia learned from earlier in the match. The two returned to their feet. Lavender went high with a Cross Body. Richard Garcia went low with a Chop Block. Each one canceled the other out. Returning to their feet, the two competitors exchanged blows with one another to the elation of the crowd. Richard Garcia gained the advantage but it was short-lived. A wild swing from Richard Garcia and he spins right into Lavender who connected with the Butterfly Effect (a Tiger Bomb). Lavender, realising she could be fingertips away from victory, attempted the pinfall. Richard Garcia kicked out just short of three as the crowd cheered wildly for the effort from both competitors.
Amsler: This has been one hell of a contest so far. Lavender is showing the world that she is capable of hanging with the best this industry has to offer and Richard Garcia is proving that one set-back won't stifle his progression.
Lavender sat up after the pinfall attempt and simply shook her head, disappointed with the outcome. Lavender drove her boot into the mid-section of Richard Garcia before lifting him to his feet. This was a mistake as it gave Richard Garcia level footing to produce offense of his own. With a short-arm clothesline, Richard Garcia laid out Lavender. Refusing to repeat Lavender's mistake, Richard Garcia gave Lavender no time to breathe, keeping the offense going with Lavender. Satisfied with his work, Richard Garcia prepared Lavender for the Reign Of Fire (a Lightning Spiral) but Lavender with a last ditched effort shoved Richard Garcia away. Richard Garcia bounced off of the ropes and right into a forearm from Lavender. Lavender grabbed the stunned Richard Garcia, lifted him up into the air and connected with the Amity Affliction (a Sit-Out Double A Spinebuster). Lavender collapses backward, unable to capitalise on the moment as the referee began counting both of them out. Suddenly, from out of the crowd comes the current reigning FSW Champion, Stitches, followed close behind by his cohort, Patches. Stitches jumped over the crowd barricade whereas Patches steps over it. The two of them slide into the ring unbeknownst to Lavender or Richard Garcia. As the two competitors gingerly get back to their feet Stitches is right there to decapitate Lavender with a Lethal Lariat as Patches throttles Richard Garcia around the neck and drives him down with a vicious sit-out choke Powerbomb. The referee, seeing them as clear as day, called for the bell.
DING DING DING
Stitches and Patches continue to beat down Lavender and Richard Garcia as the referee slides out of the ring and converses with the ring announcer, Damon Reid. In agreement with what the referee told him, Damon Reid addresses the audience.
Reid: Due to the interference, this match has been declared no contest.
Amsler: Oh, come on! We had a barn-burner going on here.
Everett: All hail the carnival clown! Thankfully we don't have to put up with this nonsense anymore.
The crowd jeers immensely as the sadistic Stitches demands a microphone.
Amsler: The FSW Champion better have a good reason for interrupting this match.
Stitches taps the microphone a few times before bringing it up to his twisted mouth. Patches stands behind Stitches, his arms folded as he stares out into the crowd with a blank stare and a twisted smile as his abnormally small top hat sits slightly ajar to one side.
Stitches: Hush, vermin! The champion has a few things to address.
This comment simply irate the crowd even more so. Stitches grins, knowing he has the crowd dangling from a string like puppets.
Stitches: I have a question for all of you, and I sure hope you have the mental capacity to answer it. What month of the year are we currently?
Amsler: November.
Everett: Aren't you a smart cookie.
Stitches: That's right! It is November. It is that time of the year where the leaves begin to wither and the flowers begin to decay, but more importantly, it is that time of the year where we are all reminded that the curtains are soon to close on the season. And as those curtains begin to fall there is one consistent that needs to be addressed. Death and taxes may be a certainty, but soon too is the rise and fall of Nevaeh. For you see, every year since the first our paths have crossed as those curtains have fallen and each and every year I have planted a firm boot square upon the chest of Nevaeh and lifted my arm up in victory.
Stitches plants a firm boot down upon the chest of the unconscious Lavender as he lifts the FSW Championship high above his head with one arm.
Stitches: And Nevaeh, well, she is quite the one to hold a grudge. Don't believe me? You only need to observe her mindset heading into the Rumble. She was intent on taking everything away from me, just as I had done to her. She smashed that sledgehammer of hers across my forehead, I still have the scars. She was responsible for my crimson mask, I was responsible for her elimination. I moved on to greener pastures, but still her desire to finally put the carnival clown to rest eats her up inside. So that is why I am here, to give her that chance. It is blatantly obvious that this is an inevitability, I thought I would return to my stomping grounds and be on the ground floor to lay down the challenge. And what better place for this inevitability to occur than the Manhattan Center for the season finale of Prime?
Amsler: Stitches is challenging Nevaeh to a match at Prime's season finale.
Everett: Nothing is more certain than death, taxes, and Nevaeh hearing the sweet sound of silence.
Stitches: But why don't we shake things up a little bit? Because quite frankly I am sick of the same song and dance. So let's not indulge in a traditional catch-as-catch-can encounter, let's raise the stakes to extreme measures. I am sure Nevaeh is salivating at the prospect of smashing the sledgehammer of hers across my skull one last time, so let's give her that opportunity, shall we? Prime #59. The season finale. The Manhattan Center. You and me, one-on-one, in what is referred to as a Texas Deathmatch. No rules, no holds barred, no limitations apart from the pinfall taking place in the ring. But most important of all... no excuses. Because once I plant that crown of yours down upon the canvas one last time I want there to be no questioning that, in life, nothing is more certain than death, taxes, and Nevaeh lying at my feet.
With that Stitches tosses the microphone towards the time-keeper area where the timekeeper gingerly fondles the microphone in his hand before maintaining a firm grasp on it. 'One Missed Call 2008 Theme' begins to play as Stitches makes his way back through the crowd in attendance, the FSW Championship thrown over his right shoulder.
Everett: I can't wait to see Stitches tear Nevaeh to shreds in a Deathmatch.
Amsler: You heard it here first, folks. Stitches returned to his former stomping grounds and laid down a challenge for Nevaeh for our season finale at the Manhattan Center. He has challenged Nevaeh to a Texas Deathmatch where anything goes, the competitors can brawl absolutely anywhere, as one as the match concludes inside the ring. We will have more developments on this situation for you as they arrive. But for now, we head to go to a commercial break but don't go far as the new Number One contender to the Indy Title is in action.
Just as the MacTron flickers to life, Nevaeh can be seen sitting comfortably the living room of her mansion.
Nevaeh: Despite not being booked, even though I wanted to be, I still decided to check out tonight’s festivities. And to my surprise, Stitches showed up to throw down a challenge. Of course, I’m going to have to accept. Because there’s no way in hell, I’d pass up an opportunity to kick my least favorite clown’s ass.
Nev smirks.
Nevaeh: Though just this once I’m going to thank him for doing me a solid. Making this a Texas Death Match is right up my alley. Now I can bring Heaven’s Helper to the ring and smash in your face all over again. Leave another scar upon that already fucked up face of yours while I’m at it. Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?
Nev questions as a twisted smile appears on her face.
Nevaeh: At least it will be for me. Not so much for you. Especially after you make a special trip out to Prime and only to come away with your very first loss at my hands!
Everett: Looks like we just got the answer to Stitches’ challenge.
Amsler: Did you really think she was going to say no?!
Everett: No, not really. But it’s a shame Nevaeh’s about to have her ass kicked in her third straight season finale!
It isn’t long before Nev starts to fade from the MacTron.
MATCH #4
»SINGLES«
Dr Leanne
Vs Killjoy Ito
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»SINGLES«
Dr Leanne
Vs Killjoy Ito
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Moments after “Dashboard” by Modest Mouse begins to play throughout the Buly Arena, Doctor Leanne makes her way out to the ring much to the delight of the crowd.
Reid: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from East Auckland, New Zealand and weighing in at 125 pounds...she is ‘The Good Doctor’ DR. LEANNE!
Everett: Last time Leanne was in the ring things didn’t turn out in her favor. No doubt she’s going to want to make a rebound tonight. But I don’t see that happening.
Amsler: I bet Leanne does.
Everett: Doesn’t matter how she sees it. In the end, Killjoy will prove to be more than she can handle.
Amsler: That remains to be seen.
As we begin to hear “Deeper Deeper” by One Ok Rock, a spotlight hits the stage as Killjoy starts off his entrance.
Reid: And her opponent being accompanied to the ring by Tommy Love, from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at 235 pounds...he is Prime’s Ace Killjoy Ito!
Everett: Here comes our Golden Ticket winner now.
The first time we see Tommy, he’s yelling and motioning with his racket. A moment later, a reluctant Gabrielle Visconty comes out as well.
Everett: That’s Gabi Vee. She doesn’t look too happy to be here.
Amsler: Would you be happy having to deal with Tommy Love? On second thought, don’t answer that!
Tommy Love raises his racket in the air and leads the charge to ringside with an unhappy Gabi bringing up the rear.
Once both competitors are in the ring with Tommy and Gabi on the outside, the bell is sounded to start the match.
DING DING DING
As Killjoy moves in for the kill, Leanne tries for a shoot kick right off the bat, but he ducked out of the way. The moment she turns around Killjoy puts her down with a big clothesline. From there, he goes on attack. While showing off some of his best moves, Tommy is trying to educate Gabi on such matters.
Everett: Look at Tommy trying to be the nice guy he is and giving Gabi some pointers. It’s a shame she isn’t even listening!
Amsler: Can’t say I blame her. I wouldn’t want to listen to him either!
In the ring, Killjoy is continuing his assault. After taking Leanne over with a bridging Tiger Suplex, he holds it for the pin. There is a tiny smile on Gabi’s face, that she ties to conceal from Tommy, as Leanne kicks out at 2.
Everett: Why the hell is Gabi smiling?!
Amsler: Apparently she sees something she likes.
As the two scramble to their feet, Leanne is quick to take Killjoy down with a Sling Blade. From there, she continues on offense with a series of elbow strikes. As Killjoy is reeling on his feet, Leanne takes him down with a Running Big Boot. When a slow moving Killjoy gets to his feet, Leanne puts him right back to the mat with a Sideslam Backbreaker before making a cover. 1...2...2 ½...kickout.
Moments later, Leanne is measuring Killjoy up. As soon as he gets to his feet, she tries for a Roundhouse kick, but Killjoy ducks and runs into the ropes. As Leanne turns around, Killjoy is there to kick her in the midsection and hoist her into the air for his Brainbuster Suplex he likes to call Kushu.
Everett: Well, Gabi doesn’t appear to be so happy now.
Amsler: Neither does this crowd!
Fans are booing loudly as Killjoy laying in wait. Just as Leanne gets to her knees, he charges across the ring and nails her upside the head with a running knee. Once Leanne drops to the mat, Killjoy makes a cover. 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
Just as “Deeper Deeper” by One Ok Rock starts up again, Tommy is all smiles as he enters the ring and raises Killjoy’s arm in victory.
Reid: And the winner of the match, via pinfall...KILLLLLLLJOOOYYYYYY ITOOOOOOOO!
Amsler: ‘The Good Doctor’ continues to struggle to find her way here on Prime. With any luck, that will change.
Everett: The Kettei-da giving our Golden Ticket winner his next victory!
Amsler: Gabi doesn’t still doesn’t look all that impressed.
Everett: She should be. But I have a good feeling about Tommy making her see the light in the future.
Amsler: Uh huh. Whatever you say, Micah.
He ignores her comment and continues.
Everett: In the meantime, we’ll get set for more action as Jordan Sharpe takes on Jeffrey Goldberg in a non-title match up!
Gabi looks less than thrilled to be looking on as Killjoy and Tommy go right on celebrating the win.
As The Camera cuts backstage we are met by three imposing large shadows belonging to Joe Porter, Dr. Scott Errin "Psycho" Herjavech and Martin O'Connor. Joe, standing front and center looks into the camera and speaks
"Kyle, as of late you have been doing a helluva lotta talking boy but yet in the number of times your Kilt Bros and I along with my buddies have been in the ring you have been conspicuously absent each time which leads me to believe that you are nothing but a paper champion and that you're all bark and no bite all talk and no action!! Hell, how many times have you even defended that belt to begin with? probably about the same number of times you have stepped foot in the ring to face me one on one and you think that just listening to what others tell you about me will give you all the ammo you need to beat me but if you think that's the case boy, you don't know jack! You think I'm some old man in search of a lost former glory? You think it's important to you that you need to hear me say I quit because you feel so insulted that a guy like me .. someone who back then represented the free spirit of the Good ol' USA and still does represents your precious Gulf Coast...the same one that I call MY HOME too? Well boo hoo to you Crybaby Gautier cause that's just something that you're gonna have to deal with cause what's important to me is for me to whip your ass pillar to post from the very beginning of the bell ringing till you SCREAM "I QUIT!!!!" at The top of your lungs for all the world to hear and realize all your big talk was for nothing at all and that you need to shut your dirty mouth, Keep my Name and the rest of my comrades names out of it, and above all learn to RESPECT YOUR ELDERS PUNK!!
I want you to know here and now I'm gonna up the stakes in our match by introducing DRAGON HOUSE RULES in which the ring we fight in will be made of SOLID WOOD! If you got the balls to talk trash about me then clearly you must be ballsy enough to think you can beat me am I right? Well allow me to show you just how foolish is the man that believes in his own hype!"
The camera fades to black on his haunting words as we go to the match
MATCH #5
»SINGLES«
Jeffrey Goldberg
Vs Jordan Sharpe
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»SINGLES«
Jeffrey Goldberg
Vs Jordan Sharpe
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Everett: here we are Prime people the final match before the main event
Amsler: you said it cause both have a lot to prove
Everett: the Indy Champ is on a losing streak and he wants to end it at Jeffrey Goldberg's expense
Amsler: however I think the young high flyer may have other plans
Reid: The following match is scheduled for One Fall Introducing first, from -Denver, Colorado weighing in at -225- pounds... The Extreme Daredevil Cowboy JEFFREY GOLDBERG!!!
The lights in the arena go black,we then hear a whistle of a dusty windstorm and as the opening tune of Johnny Cash's hit "God's Gonna Cut You Down" hits the speakers
smoke fills the stage and we see his silhouette through it as we see white spotlights shine on a man in all black leather from his duster, gloves,and boots with real silver Spurs and a wide brim Black ten gallon hat and marches to the ring spurs jangling taking them off before the start of the match and waits for his opponent in the corner.
Everett: whoa this is one helluva foreboding entrance
Amsler: not gonna lie the spirit of the old Wild West is with him.
Everett: he's clearly got his game face on and he's dressed just like "The Man In Black" himself
Amsler: cause he knows just what's on the line if he wins he could be in a good position to be the next Challenger for Jordan Sharpe's Indy Title and speaking of which here he comes now.
Reid: his opponent, from Woodstock, NB, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... He Is the EWC INDY CHAMPION: JORDAN "FREAKING" SHARPE
Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt. He heads down the ramp with gusto, with plenty of merch to pass out for the fans whether it be hats, shirts, tumblers, pop sockets. He hands them out to any kids, neckbeards or blonde girls that are almost always definitely over the age of 18. As he makes it to the ring, the fans chant 'NO!' after each 'You ain't ready' in his entrance music as he poses against the ropes or up on the turnbuckle. Preferably with a Championship or two.
DING DING DING
Ding ding ding goes the bell and HERE WE GO! as Sharpe makes a charge for Goldberg but he gets out of the way and makes Jordan taste turnbuckle but not done yet as Jeffrey bounces off the Ropes... boom! Clobbering him with a fist to the skull in passing by as he runs to and bounces off the Ropes a second time and mows down the recovering Sharpe with a clothesline knocking him straight down to the mat!
Everett: early uncharacteristic mistake from Sharpe
Amsler: who the hell falls for the oldest trick in the book? The ol' Toro Toro! Obviously the champ does as Jeffrey gets him with a slick move to the other side of the ring post
Everett: well the champ needs to get his act together and fast if he wants to avoid his third loss
Amsler: it won't look good on his resume as champ to be sure
Sharpe gets back to his feet and goes on the offensive here tackling Goldberg to the mat and delivers knee and elbow strikes before picking him up and tossing him into a corner and unleashing ...the freaking boot! Before pulling him out and hitting the ode to Milo he then drags the downed Goldberg and looks to finish him with the sharpeknife and connects as he pins him
1..2..3!
Ding ding ding goes the bell and Jordan Sharpe finally breaks his losing streak proving why he's the Indy Champion
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via -PINFALL-... The EWC Indy Champion Jordan "Freaking" Sharpe!
Everett: A Good Effort by Goldberg but the champ was too much for him
Amsler: Jeffrey Goldberg put up a fight but the champ put up a better one.
Everett: with that he avoids the critically damaging third loss in a row.
Amsler: That was a hell of a match but we're not done yet as up next the Television Title is on the line.
A confident Faith Rivers is seen standing before the camera with the Television Championship proudly displayed over her shoulder.
Faith: It took me a long time to get to where I am today and I’ll be damned if I let anyone or anything change that now. Especially someone as colorful and bright as EP and his Rainbowlution. No offense.
She adds with a smirk.
Faith: While I may like the Technicolour Tecnico personally, I’m going to have to make good on my promise and wash away any chance he has of getting to the Television Championship on this night.
Her features harden as she eyes the camera.
Faith: Because tonight isn’t going to be the end, only the beginning of something great!
With that, Faith walks off as the scene fades.
»EWC Television Title Match«
EL PABLO
Vs FAITH RIVERS (c)
Everett: It’s main event time folks and the Television Championship is on the line! Faith Rivers makes her first defense here tonight after her shocking win over Jordan Sharpe last time out on PRIME!
Amsler: It was a shock to some because of what a roll JFS had been on with the title but at the same time Faith Rivers had a lot of momentum behind her! Now she gets to kick off her title reign against the former Indy champion El Pablo!
Everett: Indeed! El Pablo has had a quiet year but what a way it would be to end 2019 for him if he could capture the TV title.
Amsler: I’ve been waiting for one this ever since it was announced! Lets get this fight started!
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP... Introducing first.. From the Ikebukuro District of Tijuana, England… Weighing in at 195lbs...He is the Technicolour Tecnico, and the Leader of the Rainbowlution… ELLLLL PABLOOOOOOOOOO!!!
"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.
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.
Reid: And his opponent... Making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for the EWC TELEVISION Champion ... 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 stands at the top of the entrance ramp the EWC Television Championship around her waist.
As the chorus of the song hits, 'You Gotta Have Faith' she jumps up a little and as her feet come down on the ramp again, lights flash on the aisle in front of her, just before Faith runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. As she gets to her feet, Faith runs into the corner and gets up on the second turnbuckle as she unfastens the belt from her waist and holds it up for all to see. She taunts the fans a bit before jumping down. Faith then hands the championship over to the ref and begins to loosen up her arms before leaning back against the ropes as she awaits the opening bell.
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Rivers And El Pablo share a friendly handshake before the bell rings. As they lock up Rivers gets El Pablo in a headlock, but he pushes her forward and her momentum takes her towards the ring ropes where she bounces off and comes back at El Pablo catching him with a handspring elbow that sends him stumbling backwards into the corner.
Rivers hits a running drop kick to El Pablo in the corner, and then she begins to climb to the top rope. Rivers takes a look at El Pablo who’s laid out on the mat below her before she leaps backwards for a high moonsault. Rivers lands on El Pablo perfectly, she then hooks his legs up for a pin...
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TWO....Kickout by El Pablo!
Everett: The champ is taking it to El Pablo from the get go! Rivers knows what’s on the line here and you can see that she is determined to defend the Television Championship with everything she’s got!
Amsler: That was certainly a beautiful moonsault she just hit there!
Rivers hoists El Pablo to his feet and whips him off of the ropes as he comes back at her she goes for an enziguri but El Pablo ducks underneath her leg and Rivers falls to the mat. El Pablo sprints towards the ropes as Rivers gets to her feet he jumps onto the ring ropes and comes back at her, wrapping his legs around her neck and hitting her with a springboard Frankensteiner. El Pablo springs to the top turnbuckle with pace and he turns as Rivers lays on the mat he jumps and lands on her with a shooting star press! El Pablo goes for a pin....
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THR...Rivers gets a shoulder up!
Amsler: El Pablo coming back at Rivers with a magical shooting star press! It’s poetry in motion watching these two tonight!
El Pablo springs to the top turnbuckle again but as he turns Rivers is back on her feet and she quickly climbs the turnbuckle to join El Pablo at the top, catching him with an elbow to the jaw and stunning him, it gives Rivers time to hook El Pablo up and she hits a snap superplex from the top turnbuckle!!
Rivers throws an arm over El Pablo for a pin....
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TWO... El Pablo kicks out!
Rivers pushes herself to her feet and picks El Pablo up with her, she then lifts him onto her shoulders and goes for her airplane spin move she calls The Rivers' Current. After spinning El Pablo for what seems like forever she puts him down and he is clearly dazed and confused but then as Rivers goes to grab him he pulls a calf kick from nowhere clocking Rivers right on the face. Both competitors fall to the mat at the same time as the Czech crowd cheers them both on.
Everett: Listen to this crowd cheering both Rivers and El Pablo on. I gotta admit I’m impressed.
Amsler: And it’s hard to impress a stick in the mud like you!
El Pablo pulls himself to his feet but he still looks unsteady due to the airplane spin. Rivers is also trying to get back to her feet. El Pablo suddenly leaps onto the ring ropes and back towards Rivers as he looks for his springboard spinning wheel kick he calls Furry Ninja Strike but at the exact same moment Rivers pounces to her feet and leaps towards El Pablo, catching him with a spear in mid air!!!!
Amsler: Dear lord!!! Rivers hit El Pablo with that spear as he jumped towards her! Did you hear his head hit the the mat? Surely it’s all over!!!!!
svatý hovno...
svatý hovno...
svatý hovno...
svatý hovno...
svatý hovno...
Amsler: Listen to the Czech crowd, what are they chanting?
Everett: I’m a little bit rusty with my Czech but I believe it’s a naughty saying that I won’t repeat... and Rivers goes for the cover!
Rivers throws her arm over El Pablo after the spear and the ref counts...
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THRE... Kickout by El Pablo!! Rivers rolls off of El Pablo and lays on the mat next to him, looking stunned.
Amsler: Wow! El Pablo got the shoulder up at the last second!! This is turning into a PRIME match of the year candidate!
Rivers gets to her feet and grabs a hold of El Pablo’s leg, she takes a look out around the crowd as they cheer for her before she tries to go for a figure four leglock however as she turns El Pablo sweeps her legs from underneath her and she falls face first onto the mat. Before Rivers has time to recover El Pablo is on top of her as he grabs her leg and arm and locks in his trade mark submission move The Tijuana Crabcake!!! Rivers shouts in pain as El Pablo pulls on her limbs as hard as he can.
Amsler: El Pablo has that arm-trap single-leg crab submission move of his in good!!!
Everett: Bet you didn’t know that the Tijuana Crabcake is the signature submission hold of the Volando family!
Rivers stretches her arm out to the ring ropes but she can’t quite reach as the referee is right next to her waiting to see if she’ll tap out. El Pablo is breathing heavy as he keeps a tight grip of the submission hold. Rivers starts to rock from side to side as she eventually turns on her side, forcing El Pablo to lose his grip on the submission, as he does this Rivers kicks him in the face which stuns him. Rivers pulls herself underneath El Pablo’s body, then wrapping her legs around him she locks in her own submission move she calls Faithless! It’s El Pablo’s turn to shout in agony.
Everett: What a turnaround! Faith Rivers now has her version of the lotus lock hold on El Pablo!!
Rivers is sweating now as she tries her hardest to make El Pablo tap out, however the effects of the earlier submission on her is causing her to tire quickly. El Pablo refuses to quit and he quite brilliantly pushes up on his two feet, and using that leverage he starts to rock backwards as Rivers is squashed into the mat she is foced to let go of the submission. El Pablo rolls backwards over Rivers body and he surprises her by pinning her shoulders to mat...
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THR....Rivers pushes El Pablo off of her, breaking the pin!
As Rivers tries to get to her feet El Pablo kips up to his and catches her with a sharp kick to the stomach. El Pablo grabs a hold of a Rivers, hooking her up he hits his fisherman suplex into a gourdbuster move he calls Dragonfishin’!! The fans are on there feet as El Pablo makes the pin and it looks like it’s all over...
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THRE....Rivers gets a shoulder up!! El Pablo shakes his head in astonishment.
Everett: Another near fall! What are these two going to have to do to put the other one away!!!
Amsler: I’m getting exhausted just watching them. This is what you call a championship match and this is why PRIME is the number one brand!!!
El Pablo drags Rivers to her feet and whips her off of the ropes as she comes back at him he goes for a spinning wheel kick but she expertly dodges the kick and pounces forward, grabbing a hold of El Pablo’s head she hits her running cutter finisher she calls Faithful!! Rivers throws her arm over El Pablo as the ref counts....
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THREE!!! The ref calls for the bell as Rivers exhaustedly rolls off of El Pablo.
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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... and stilllll the EWC TELEVISION CHAMPION... FAITH RIVERS!!!!!
Everett: Can’t say a bad word about that match!! Tremendous effort from both competitors but Faith Rivers proves she has what it takes to be a true champion as she retains the belt.
Amsler: El Pablo threw everything at Faith and made her work for this victory. No shame in his game tonight.
Everett: I think El Pablo may have earned himself a rematch but that’s just my opinion.
Amsler: I don’t like agreeing with you Micah but you may have a point. Anyway folks we are out of time on another jam packed episode of PRIME! We will see you next time for the season finale as we build towards Wrestlefest. Thanks and good night.
El Pablo and Rivers share a handshake in the ring as the fans give them both a standing ovation. The PRIME logo appears on the screen.
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SEGMENT WRITERS
S.O.S
El Volando
El Pablo
Killjoy Ito/ Prime
Nevaeh
Diesel Punx M.C
Faith Rivers
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: CYRUS
MATCH TWO
WRITER: PRIME
MATCH THREE
WRITER: STITCHES
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: NEVAEH
MATCH FIVE
WRITER: DIESEL PUNX M.C
MATCH SIX | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: CYRUS
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Silver Ann Gold Vs Quinn Collins
WINNER: Quinn Collins
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SINGLES MATCH
El Volando Vs Dominic Sanders
WINNER: Dominic Sanders
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SINGLES MATCH
Lavender Vs Richard Garcia
WINNER: DRAW
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SINGLES MATCH
Dr Leanne Vs Killjoy Ito
WINNER: Killjoy Ito
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SINGLES MATCH
Jeffrey Goldberg Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
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SINGLES MATCH / EWC TELEVISION TITLE
El Pablo Vs Faith Rivers (c)
WINNER: Faith Rivers
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Faith Rivers
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: El Pablo Vs Faith Rivers
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