PRIME #60 - Grenoble, France - 02.09.20

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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 #60
FEBRUARY 09 2020




LIVE! from Patinoire Polesud in Grenoble, France

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, Dominic Sanders, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, Carlos Ruiz, Silver Ann Gold, Jonty Kelly, Aeon Khronos, Vanita Thompson, El Pablo, Richard Garcia, Quinn Collins and El Volando are all featured.


After one final pan over the crowd...

The camera centers on ringside at the Patinoire Polesud, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.

Micah Everett: Bonjour all. Welcome to the season premiere of Prime!

Sandra Amsler: Over in Hollywood it's Oscar night but here in Grenoble it's a fight night! We have Nevaeh, Stalker and Lavender all in action and a huge Triple Threat Match between Killjoy Ito, Dominic Sanders and the Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe! 

Everett: Plus Colby Korver!

Amsler: Yes Colby Korver will be in action when he goes up against El Pablo. It's a stacked show!

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The lights in the arena go out plunging the Patinoire Polesud into darkness. The tron bursts into life and we see....

MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Lavender
Vs Misaki Ono
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Everett: Here. We. Go. SZN 21. Season Premiere of Prime. Match 1. I’m ready. Are you ready, Sandra? I can’t quite tell.

Amsler: Don’t get me fucking started, Everett. Of COURSE I’m ready. I’ve been ready for weeks. MONTHS even. Ever since WrestleFest I’ve been counting the days until this opening bout. And what the flying fuck have you been doing, Everett? Obviously not training for any in-ring action it looks like.

Everett: HEY! Don’t body shame me, Amsler. It’s still in the colder months here in Grenoble, France and I prefer to stay warm and healthy rather than bust my butt to show off some skin in the squared circle.

Amsler: Fiiiiiine. I’ll get you a sweater next time we’re somewhere where it’s less than 72 fucking degrees outside. Let’s just get on with it now. Throwing it over to Reid to kick us off for our first match of the evening.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 132 pounds... LAVENDER!

The lights go out as 'Imaginary' by Evanescence begins to play. 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 and 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.

Everett: Lavender really looks prepared for the new season. She and Richard Garcia lost at WrestleFest to NSFW, but that was still quite a match showing glimmers of her full potential.

Amsler: You’re damn right, Everett. She’s a student of the ring and I have full faith that she will show us some amazing things tonight against the newcomer, Ono.

Everett: Speaking of Ono… OH NO! I really don’t know who to predict as the winner of this match. Misaki is new to Prime and I’m sure she has a lot of energy. Newcomers can always surprise you.

Amsler: Fuck yeah they can. And Misaki looks poised to give Lavender a run for her money.

Reid: And her opponent, from Fukuowa, Japan, weighing in at 100 pounds... MISAKI ONO!

'Evolution (Pop Remix)' by Ayumi Hamasaki starts to play as Misaki Ono bursts from backstage and waves to the crowd. She claps along to the music and hops her way down to the ring, smiling ear to ear the whole time. She enters the ring and gives one more big wave and smile to the crowd as the bell rings to begin the match.

DING DING DING

Lavender reaches out her hand to shake Misaki’s before the match, but Misaki instead givs her a small, respectful bow. Lavender lets out a cheeky smile and returns the bow back. Then, they lock up. Lavender gets the upper hand right away and whips her opponent into the ropes face first. The wind gets knocked out of Misaki as her sternum hits the rope, leaving just enough time for Lavender to wrap her up around the waist and deliver a powerful suplex. Ono is down on the mat, writhing a little in pain, but not for long. Lavender gets a huge cheer from the crowd but, just as she’s playing it up for the audience, Ono surprises her with a standing dropkick, sending Lavender falling backwards onto the mat. Misaki is pumped up by the Prime crowd and goes for a standing moonsault, but Lavender lifts her knees up to block the attack.

Everett: OUCH! That looks like it hurt! Lavender clearly did her research on Ono before entering this rumble with lean and green Misaki.

Amsler: Are you trying to make some kind of “she’s skinny and new” joke? I thought you didn’t like it when I talked about bodies?!

Everett: My goodness, Sandra. I’m not trying to talk about her body. I’m just trying to make a rhyme. Remind me again why you wanted to work commentary with me?

Amsler: Great question. I’ll answer it later. Maybe. Let’s get back to the match.

Both competitors are now back to their feet. Lavender’s got a wicked smile across her face and Misaki Ono looks determined and fierce. Ono goes for a running knee strike on Lavender, but Lavender counters with a DDT on the slightly off-balance Ono. The crowd goes wild as Lavender heads to the turnbuckle to pump up the crowd even more, but the quick and speedy Misaki is back on her feet and hits Lavender on the back, forcing her to stumble back onto solid ground. Misaki whips herself into the ropes for momentum and attacks with flying head scissors to bring Lavender to the ground. She swells with joy as the roar of the crowd pumps her up. But before she can say “Ono” Lavender is back up off the mat and whips her back into the ropes. She pickes up Misaki and BAM! Amity Affliction!!! SHE NAILS THE SPINEBUSTER! IT COULD BE ALL OVER! Lavender goes for the cover.

One…

Two..

Three!!!

DING DING DING

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

Everett: And the veteran shows us why she’s a top dog around here. I should have known she would show Misaki the ropes… and her first loss.

Amsler: There’s still plenty of season left, Everett. Lavender may have taken this one, but I’m sure Misaki Ono has many more tricks up her sleeve. Don’t counter her out in the future.

Everett: Pshhh… whatever. You just like giving EVERYONE a chance.

Amsler: You’re damn fucking right I do. And now, let’s see who makes best use of THEIR opportunity in the next match: Stalker versus Alexander Daemon is coming up next.

As we return from commercial, "Heavy is the Head" by Zac Brown Band begins to play and the crowd in the arena begin cheering. Smoke fills the entrance way before the new TV Champion Jonty Kelly bursts through to huge cheers. Kelly looks around the crowd, smiles and proudly holds the title aloft. As he does so, blue pyro shoots out from behind him 

Everett: A tremendous ovation for Jonty Kelly, our new TV Champion after a brutally hard-fought victory over Faith Rivers at WrestleFest last year 

Amsler: Winning that TV title literally saved his job here on Prime, because without it, he'd be going walkabout in his homeland of Australia right about now 

Kelly makes his way down the ramp, with the normally crowd-averse Aussie high fiving fans along the way 

Amsler: First the show of respect to Faith after their match, now high-fiving the fans...Seems the title around his waist isn't the only thing that's changed about Jonty.  

Kelly enters the ring and climbs a turnbuckle, posing with the title in one hand and a finger gun sign on the hand. Once he's finished posing, Kelly grabs a mic, ready to speak. The crowd begin chanting:

"LETHAL WEAPON" clap clap clap clap clap "LETHAL WEAPON"  
Kelly can only smile as the crowd chants continue, subsiding only once Kelly is ready to begin speaking 

Kelly: You know, after the first four unsuccessful attempts at winning a title, I was beginning to think I'd never be able to say this....BUT I'M THE FUCKING CHAMPION AND THERE'S NOTHING ANYBODY CAN DO ABOUT IT 

The crowd again begins cheering wildly and chanting "LETHAL CHAMPION" as Kelly once again holds his title in the air 

"I daresay once I was fired, nobody could've predicted that I would end up here, on the first Prime of the new decade, as the Television Champion and yet here we are. So, Marshall, let this be a warning to you not to try and screw me around again

Now really, you all should've realised that this was a possibility if you knew about my family history. Us Kelly men and women are at our most dangerous when we are surrounded and boxed in with seemingly no way of escape, because when that's the case, we come out with all guns blazing, knowing that if we are going down, we're going down firing. I did just that at WrestleFest

It took me all the bullets in my chamber, plus one that I borrowed off a former friend of mine, to put away Faith Rivers, for she put up a valiant fight...but I managed to do so and in turn accomplished four things: I finally won a title match. I became TV Champion. I crossed Faith's name off my Hitlist. And most importantly of all, I saved my job in Prime"

The crowd cheers once again

"I must sincerely thank each and every one of you who supported me through all of this, who petitioned to have me reinstated, who further forced Marshall Evans' hand by vocalizing your feelings for me when I won the title. Your support has been massive, and I appreciate you all for it"

Wild cheers from the crowd begin, before Jonty manages to calm everyone down

"I know that a number of people are eyeing myself and this title off and want a shot at dethroning me. I’ve been exactly where they all are and every time, I managed to work my way up to becoming a contender, I was met with a grim reality: Champions put an incredibly high price on their championship and will put themselves through anything to defend their title. I am going to be no different

Whether it be an old foe, a new face or even a former friend, whoever it is that steps up to the plate to challenge me, understand that the Lethal Champion is an entirely different beast. I don’t relinquish titles easily, especially not ones I went through this much to attain. Even after you’ve given your all, it’ll only take four characters to turn your title dreams into a living nightmare: JK47

Kelly drops the mic and once again poses with the TV title to one last round of cheers 

MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Stalker
Vs Alexander Daemon



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As “Notorious” by Adelitas Way begins to play, Alexander Daemon makes his way out onto the stage. After taking a look around, the fans are giving him a nice reaction as Alexander high fives them on his way down the ramp.

Reid: Welcome back .. The following contest is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring first, from Death Valley and weighing in at 220 pounds...this is ‘THE PRIEST OF PUNISHMENT’...ALEXANDER DAEMON!

Everett: This newcomer had his first match at WrestleFest and I got to say I wasn’t all that impressed.

Amsler: Are you ever that impressed? Unlike you, I’m looking forward to seeing what Alexander brings to Prime!

After sliding in the ring and getting to his feet, Alexander walks to the far corner and eyes the entrance. Just then “Rest in Peace” by Jim Jonston as Stalker heads to the ring walking with a purpose.

Reid: And his opponent making his way to the ring from Dover, Delaware and weighing in at 328 pounds, this is STALKER!

Everett: He sure looks ready for the new season.

Amsler: Can’t deny that.

As Stalker steps into the ring over the top rope, he walks to the center of the ring, where Alexander doesn’t hesitate to meet him. The two begin to exchange words amongst themselves that has Stalker’s eye ready to bulge out of his head.

Everett: Angering this monster ahead of time probably isn’t in Alexander’s best interest.

Amsler: Obviously he thinks he can handle it.

Everett: I wouldn’t be too sure of that if I were him.

As soon as the music fades away, the bell can be heard.

DING DING DING

It doesn’t take long for the fists to fly. Stalker lands the first. But it doesn’t take long for Alexander to come back with one of his own. The fight continues from there. Both men are doing whatever they can to get the upper hand. But every time one tries to get ahead, the other thwarts their advances.

Everett: These guys seem to know what the other is thinking before either go and make a move.

Amsler: Probably has to do with the fact that they were partners at WrestleFest!

Though as Alexander tries for a standing moonsault, Stalker is able to get his knees up. With Alexander laying on the mat holding his midsection, Stalker begins to stomp away repeatedly at him.

Everett: Something tells me Alexander is about to pay for the things he said!

Stalker uses such moves as a body slam and powerbomb to keep Alexander grounded. Leading to a nearfall. Stalker is looking pretty confident as he picks Alexander up yet again only to put him right back down with a Running Powerslam before going for another cover. But the Big Man looks frustrated when Alexander kicks out at 2 ½.

Everett: How is that even possible?!

Amsler: Stalker doesn’t get it any more than you!

Stalker gets right up and goes to confront the referee, who is quick to stand by his count. When he finally manages to compose himself, Stalker turns back around to pick Alexander off the mat. But when he bends down, he receives a kick to the side of the head.

Amsler: But I know, along with the rest of these fans, that he wants this victory for himself!

This gives Alexander enough time to get to his feet. When Stalker regains his balance, he comes at Alexander with a clothesline, but he ducks. The next thing Stalker knows is he’s being taken down with a Spinning Heel Kick. Alexander makes a quick cover but it wasn’t meant to be as Stalker kicks right out at 1 ½. Alexander keeps on the pressure as he shows everyone some of his best moves. Stalker looks a bit dazed just before he’s put down with Running Knees. This time Alexander gets 2 ½ from the pinfall attempt.

Amsler: Alexander getting himself closer and closer to victory as we speak.

Alexander is feeling the crowd’s energy as he measures Stalker up. When he gets to his feet, Alexander tries for the Sin Killer RKO, but gets pushed off into the ropes instead. As he comes off of them, Alexander is met with a big boot.

Everett: What were you saying?

Once he goes down, Stalker stalks around the ring a bit before pulling him off the mat again. But as he has him up in position for the Tombstone Piledriver, Alexander starts squirming around until he manages to slide off Stalker’s shoulder. Before Stalker realizes what’s happened, Alexander rolls him up from behind. He puts every ounce of his weight over Stalker’s shoulders as the ref makes his count. 1...2...3!

DING DING DING

As “Notorious” by Adelitas Way hits once again, Alexander rolls out of the ring and has his arm raised in victory.

Reid: And the winner of this match, via pinfall...ALLLLLLLLLEXAAAAAAAAAAAANDERRRRRRR DAEEEEEEMOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!

Amsler: I said exactly that!

Everett: He stole the victory.

Amsler: Alexander did no such thing. All he did was outwit Stalker!

Just as Stalker scrambles up and sees this, he kicks the rope in frustration as he looks Alexander’s way with daggers in his eyes.

Everett: Yeah, well he might live to regret that.

Amsler: Judging by what we’ve seen tonight, I think Alexander can handle himself just fine.

Everett: Just wait until Stalker gets his hands on him next time. Then we’ll see what he does. But for now, the Prime season premiere rolls on. We have lots more action coming your way!

Alexander taps his temple with a smirk on his face, causing Stalker to yell in his direction as we fade.

MATCH #3
»SINGLES«
Azazel
Vs Henry Rollins Porter



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Everett: And now… our highly anticipated THIRD match of the night. Azazel vs. Henry Rollins Porter! Both competitors took a tough loss at Thunder IV and both men are back tonight with hopes to build momentum.

Amsler: Fuck yeah they are, Everett. I don’t know what it is about him, but I just love Mr. Henry Rollins Porter. He’s been through the ringer and back again and I think he’s got what it takes to go far in this company.

Everett: Whatever, Sandra. Azazel’s got this one in the bag. Both men might have a score to settle tonight, but Azazel has what it takes to come out on top.

Amsler: Eat shit, Everett. But after Mr. Porter rolls you a joint to smoke to settle your stomach.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from whereabouts unknown, weighing in at 270 pounds... AZAZEL!

The lights go out as the arena goes completely pitch black as “Rise (There Will Be Blood)” by Motograter begins to play over the PA-System. As it does, red lights begin to flicker all around the arena and red smoke begins to emerge from underneath the ring. Azazel slowly begins to crawl from underneath the ring, looking left and then right as he crawls forward as he begins to rise to his feet. He smirks as he turns to face the ring and quickly slides into the ring and once again begins to crawl, dragging his legs across the ring mat as he makes his way into the center, looking all around him as he slowly begins to rise, his music cutting and the lights returning to normal as the smoke dissipates.

Everett: Look at that man. He’s terrifying! Of COURSE he’s going to win tonight.

Amsler: You’re high or wish you were high, Everett. Mr. Henry Rollins Porter of The Porter Company could write that man’s checks tonight. Not the other way around.

Everett: Why do you always have to disagree with me, Sandra?

Amsler: Ughhh… WHY do you have to be such a snowflake when we argue?!

Reid: And his opponent, from South Central Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 279 pounds... he is the boss of The Porter Company… HENRY ROLLINS PORTER!

Police sirens howl loudly on the speakers as the sounds of a hot pursuit are heard. Henry Porter, Martin O'Connor, Doc Psycho, and Jeffrey Goldberg dressed in white dress shirts with black suspenders, pants, shoes and each smoking their Iconic large blunts walk out on stage and high five the crowd and as they walk the ramp. Real money, $100 bills, begin to rain down on the crowd while each employee of The Rollins Company occupies a corner of the ring. Henry Porter enters the ring and faces down his opponent as the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Azazel takes a careful and calculated step forward, sizing up his shorter, but otherwise physically equal opponent. Henry does the same, taking a step forward and lifting his chin up to show Azazal that the height differential makes no matter to him. They both kind of smile a little smirk at each other and then lock up. Henry hits Azazel with a head butt, knocking The Demon back a few steps. He gains back is footing and Azazel nails Porter in the chest with a well-executed dropkick. Henry hits the mat hard but quickly gets back to his feet and he’s looking mad. They give each other eyes for a moment as they both step forward towards each other again, like wild animals ready to pounce. Rollins strikes first with a big boot to Azazel’s midsection. Azazel answers back with a hard clothesline… and then they go at it trading strikes on the mat!

Everett: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy! This match is heating up between these two VERY evenly matched opponents! Azazel has Rollins on his back and it’s not looking good for Henry.

Amsler: Fucking damnit, Everett. Why are you constantly counting this man out? Is it because… he’s...

Everett: NO NO NO! I don’t care about his past. This is about what he’s bringing to the ring, not what he’s done before he got here.

Amsler: Fuuuuuuuuuuuck you, Everett. Go have a date with your boyfriend Azazel after the match and tell me how he likes his coffee in the morning.

Both men break away from each other and get back to their feet. Azazel strikes first with… YES! The Spear of Destiny! What a beautiful shining wizard. Azazel is dazed and falls back into the turnbuckle. He shakes it off and looks up. He charges forward at Rollins crashing into him and turning him around. He locks him up tight and NAILS Azazel with a side russian leg sweep. Both men fall HARD to the mat. Azazel is up to his feet first, but Porter is right there. Azazel launches into Porter with a Divinity Kick! Porter falls backwards and slumps into the ropes. Azazel pulls Porter towards him and jumps into a bulldog that smashes the damaged head into the mat. Azazel makes the cover.

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall-... AZAZEL!

Everett: A good back and forth match but Azazel ends it with a Divinity Kick and a bulldog.

Amsler: Porter has nothing to be ashamed of there, but that was a big win for Azazel.

Everett: For sure, Azazel is trying to build towards an Indie Title shot you have to imagine.

Amsler: Well ladies and gentlemen, don't go anywhere. Next we have Nevaeh Vs Quinn Collins!

From the backstage area, Nevaeh is seen standing in front of the camera looking as ready as ever.

Nevaeh: So what is it that we heard Quinn say earlier in the week?

Nev questions as she snaps her fingers.

Nevaeh: That Jonty Kelly was dead to her.

Nev pauses.

Nevaeh: Well guess what? After all is said and done, Quinn will be dead to me as well.

Nev smirks.

Nevaeh: Because in just a little while, she will ‘Fall From Grace’ and I will move on to bigger and better things around here. No way Quinn is getting the better of me tonight!

With that being said, Nev swings up Heaven’s Helper and rests it upon her shoulder before walking out of view.

MATCH #4
»SINGLES«
Nevaeh
Vs Quinn Collins


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Everett: Next up, we have two nasty women.

Amsler: Thanks, Donald.

Everett: Name’s Micah, Sandra. We’ve been working together for quite some time.

Amsler: And as always you exude professionalism. Here, I’ll do it for you. We’ve got Quinn Collins and Nevaeh. Both ended their 2019 seasons with victories and they hope to continue the momentum. Was that so hard?

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!"

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.

Everett: You don’t even do it right. Anyway, Neveah is always a constant threat on PRIME but you have to wonder, does she have what it takes to win the big one anymore?

Amsler: Actual good question for once. She’s about to face someone possibly as vindictive as her.

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

The two women circle each other and it couldn’t get anymore even in their size and stature. There was a feeling out process early on this match as both knew that one mistake and the other would capitalize. Nev went for strikes and moves going for the back of Quinn’s neck. But Collins was very cautious and slipped out of a headlock and then pushed the blonde into the ropes, looking to lift her into the air with a high back body drop. Nevaeh telegraphed the move with a kick to the midsection and a very short trip with a DDT. Nev goes for the cover but Collins rolls onto her stomach. Nevaeh kicks at her and then goes to drop an elbow of frustration but Quinn rolls out of the way. Nevaeh gets to her feet, favoring her arm but suddenly turns right around into a clothesline from Quinn!

Everett: As expected this match has been move for move, counter for counter.

Amsler: Collins may be relatively new to EWC compared to Nevaeh, but she’s no rookie and it must burn her up inside to see her former client as TV champion and not her.

Collins sized up Nevaeh for another clothesline but the devious Prime star ducked over and went for her own as Collins turned around. Quinn caught the brunt of clothesline with her arms and then dragged into the Brooklyn Kiss crossface right in the middle of the ring! The official checked if Nevaeh wanted to give up and she let out an emphatic NO as she struggled towards the bottom rope. When she was inches within of getting the rope break, Quinn loosened the hold briefly to drag her back into the middle … but Nevaeh seizes advantage and nearly steals the match with a roll through pin of the crossface! The pinfall attempt forces the submission break. As Quinn scrambled to her feet, she runs right into a spinning back fist from Nevaeh and that nearly gets the two count too! Nevaeh has had enough, she pulls Collins up for the Fall From Grace but Collins spins free of it and goes to show off her Empire State of Mind … but Nevaeh counters out of the hammerlock and hits the Fall from Grace for sure this time for a tough fought victory!

DING DING DING

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

Everett: Ol’ Nev gets the duke tonight. She was the nastier one tonight

Amsler: Oh my God, just shut up. Neither of these competitors have anything to be ashamed of. Looks like Nevaeh was just a little more savvy.

Everett: Not all blondes, huh?

Amsler: Not even going to bother with that

As cameras focus on the entrance, lyrics begin to play throughout the Patinoire Polesud.

Legendary

Oh!

Legendary



Oh!

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Oh!

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh


By now, Faith Rivers has made her way out and is pumping up the crowd to "Legendary" by Skillet as she makes her way down the aisle.

Reid: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring at this time...FAAAAAAITHHHHHHH RIVVVVERSSSS!

Amsler: Looks like the Leader of the Faithful Army is in the house tonight!

Everett: So?

Amsler: Soooo….she probably has a good reason for coming on out here!

Everett: If you say so.

After Faith slides in the ring and gets to her feet, she continues to work the crowd as she moves to the middle of the ring, where she spins in a circle before going over to retrieve a mic. When she returns to the middle of the ring with it. Faith is smiling as she waits for her music to subside. Once it does, she raises the mic to speak.

Faith: So how’s my Faithful Army doing tonight?

They cheer.

Faith: Does that mean you’re all ready for what 2020 brings?

More cheers from the crowd.

Faith: That’s great. Because I am too. Unfortunately I couldn’t get a spot on the card tonight. But seeing as how I didn’t want to wait too much longer to get in the ring, I made a deal to appear on Monday Night Brawl. Got a pretty big challenge in front of me. Gonna definitely be put to the test. However, I’ll be ready for whatever is about to come my way that night.

Faith nods.

Faith: But that’s a conversation for later. This is Prime, after all. So let’s focus on that, shall we? Because the real reason I came all the way here is to let everyone know about my rematch clause. I’ll be cashing it in at this year’s StrangleMania!

There is a roar of approval.

Faith: Now Jonty Kelly may be the Television Champion right now. But it doesn’t mean he’ll still be the champion when March 30th rolls around. Though I’m hoping he can hold onto the championship that long. Because there’s nothing I’d like more than to do battle with him one more time. Though it really doesn’t matter who has it at that time. Because either way, I’m coming to get it back!

Amsler: There you have it. Faith Rivers is looking to become a two-time champion on EWC’s biggest stage of the year!

Everett: Just because she’s looking to, doesn’t mean she’ll be able to.

Amsler: There’s still a good possibility she can. We’ll just have to wait and see how everything goes.

As Faith tosses the mic to the mat, “Legendary” by Skillet begins to play out. After exiting the ring, Faith mingles with her Army as she heads to the back.

MATCH #5
»SINGLES«
El Pablo
Vs Colby Korver



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Everett: It's been a hell of a night here as Prime returns to the airwaves and we're not done

Amsler: Exactly. We have El Pablo going one on one with Colby Korver coming up in just a moment

Everett: You know why El Pablo has a Skittles obsession don't you? It's because Colby Korver is going to knock him down like one.

Amsler: In any event, Korver impressed on Thunder and is making his Prime debut here tonight. However, as a former Indy Champion, I doubt El Pablo will go down without a fight like the skittle you like to think he is.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida and weighing in at 232 pounds... COLBY KORVER!!

"Gimmie The Prize" by Queen plays as Colby Korver makes his way to the ring

"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.

Damon Reid: “Forged in the Talavera Tiles of Puebla City, Mexico… Hardened in the desert sands of Farmington, New Mexico and weighing in at 180lbs...He is the Technicolour Tecnico, and the Leader of the Rainbowlution… ELLLLL PABLOOOOOOOOOO!!!

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

DING DING DING

Both men circle each other before Korver lunges with a Right Hand that El Pablo ducks before running off the ropes and striking with a Spinning Heel Kick before Dropkicking a staggered Korver into the corner. El Pablo attempts a Hurricanrana but Korver is able to toss El Pablo over his head before knocking him to the mat with a Clothesline. Korver catches El Pablo on the side of the skull with a stiff Forearm before shooting El Pablo off the ropes. El Pablo tries to slide up and over Korver for a DDT but Korver is able to catch El Pablo and Back Drop him to the canvas. Korver then wraps his arms around El Pablo's waist and deadlift Gutrenches him up before throwing El Pablo upside down into the corner. Korver then runs at El Pablo before turning at the last second slamming his back into El Pablo's front squishing him in the corner. El Pablo falls down to the canvas. Korver picks him to his feet and hits another Forearm to the head before running off the ropes and catching El Pablo with a Blockbuster. He makes the cover.



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Everett: Two and about seven eighths but a kick out is a kickout!

Amsler: You say a kickout is a kickout but there is sweat pouring off you after that cover on Korver

Everett: Cover on Korver? You must have been itching to get that one in.

Amsler: Held on as long as I could

Korver is still clutching his chest as El Pablo lifts him to his feet. El Pablo holds Korver for a Canadian Destroyer but Korver Back Drops him to the mat. Korver smashes El Pablo with another Forearm before tearing at his mask. The referee tries to pull Korver away but Korver swears in the referee's face. Through a tear in El Pablo's mask we see from his forehead to his eye. Korver lifts El Pablo to his feet before spinning him with a Get To The Choppa. El Pablo lays spread eagled on the canvas while Korver, not making the cover, flexes his muscles to the crowd as boos rain down on him. "You want to boo me, boo this!" yells Korver as he lifts El Pablo to his feet. Korver lifts El Pablo up for a Ratings Spike that somehow El Pablo is able to counter into a Taste The Rainbow. El Pablo only has the strength to drape himself over his opponent as the referee counts

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall-... EL PABLO!

Everett: How in the hell did he do that?

Amsler: That Taste the Rainbow pretty much coming out of nowhere! Your bowling ball Korver my have knocked down nine, but there was one skittle that got the pin on him!

Everett: Shut up! Do you write these down during the week just to piss me off?

Amsler: Sometimes. While my colleague is pissed off, we hope you don't as we have a huge triple threat main event coming up next!

The feed on the Tron cuts to a peculiar scene- a neatly kept living room. The camera seems to be set on a coffee table, trained on Mike McGuire and Bishop Church, who are sitting on the couch. Both are wearing black suits, with Mike’s jacket open over a t-shirt with the words ‘bad guy.’ on it in red scratchy font. The two smile pleasantly. It’s almost like they were pre-recording these things.

Church: Hello, Prime. Like the home of the “future” stars of this company, this is as close as you get to “getting” us. As many of you know, Captain Prime is out of commission.

McGuire: Regrettable. But it was something that had to be done. Unfortunately, seems like a few of you don’t see it that way. Your resident laundry shillster who somehow stumbled into the Indy Championship, for one. Sharpe, you’ve been yapping at us like a wound up fuckin’ chihuahua.

Church smiles at that image.

Church: Jordan Sharpe, you recently took offense to your current lot in life. Mike has just reduced you to a punchline. That burns you up. Trust me, when one is confronted with the limits of their own humanity, it’s not easy. But Jordan, there is only one way to really overcome what has happened to you. Stop lying to yourself.

He pauses.

Church: Look at you. All of a sudden, you’re having your second or third midlife crisis. Jordan Sharpe, so vain that you only cared that your friend got hers when your name got mentioned - and therefore only proved our case. This world will never care about what you survived and that’s the cold reality. It’s why nobody talks about what any of us overcame. Nobody’s life is without strife. Mike and I know all about you. We’ve followed your resurgence and perhaps there was some admiration for what you achieved. Then you got complacent and misplaced the humility that made you. You became selfish. But, that’s not the problem. We are all selfish, the difference is that NSFW is honest in our intentions. You never gave a shit about Silver Ann Gold. You just don’t like the reflection.

Mike risks, shaking their head.

McGuire: Shame, too. That kid really looked up to you. But we had to shatter her illusions before she got hurt. Now she knows what this business is really like. That everybody’s out for number one, and if you think otherwise? You’re fuckin’ delusional.

Church: Now, Jordan, don’t take this as a challenge to your manhood. Dominic Sanders already owns you and we don’t share with miscreants. Just remember that your “concern” for Silver Ann Gold is the equivalent of sending thoughts and prayers.

McGuire: We just wanted to make sure you knew that. We oughta be clear now. Unless you wanted a taste yourself. We’re equal opportunity educators.

The feed cuts.

The camera cuts backstage inside the Patinoire Polesud to find ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love on the phone walking the hallways.

Buddy Love: The people smell, I can’t find a Dunkin Donuts coffee, all they have is this gross espresso stuff, I forget what KFC fried chicken taste like and to top it off...the topless beaches are closed because we are here in February!!!

Buddy shakes his head

Buddy Love: Yes I’ve talked to father, he calls at least three times a day to make sure I’m taking care of ‘business’...

There is a pause while Buddy looks around

Buddy Love: He’s not to happy I took Killjoy to FSW last week but his argument is sort when he looks at the results, Killjoy beat the FSW Champion Stitches at the Cow Palace, something he never did under father’s watch but he still seems grumpy, I guess managing Gabi Vee isn’t as easy as managing Killjoy, maybe it’s because her English is better…

Buddy pauses again

Buddy Love: Mother I don’t know what’s going on between the two of them and I’m not going to ask, he said it was professional so I’m going to take his word on it…

Buddy turns the corner and walks right into Prime’s Jenna Salvatore

Buddy Love: Mother I have to go, Jenna is here to interview me...no she’s not one of father’s hussies, I don’t believe...Jenna have you engaged in inappropriate relations with my father?

Jenna gags a little and looks like she dry-heaves in her mouth

Jenna Salvatore: I can assure you and your mother I have not!

Buddy looks at her and then nods

Buddy Love: I agree mother, that’s what a guilty person would say in front of the man’s child, anyways I must go, I love you too…

Buddy ends the call and puts his phone in his pocket and looks at Jenna

Buddy Love: Don’t mind her, she believes every woman has slept with my father at one time or another, he’s quite the ladies man and the apples doesn’t fall far from the tree if you know what I mean…

Buddy gives Jenna a little wink

Jenna Salvatore: Good to know Buddy but tonight Killjoy kicks off his 2020 Prime season in the Main Event against two men he’s very familiar with and two men Killjoy has not had much success with in 2019…

Buddy Love: That might be the case Jenna but that was under my father’s watch, they have had success over a Tommy Love managed Killjoy Ito but this is 2020 and there's a new sheriff in town and under Buddy Love Killjoy Ito is already an impressive 2-0 and has a MVP under his belt while Dominic Sanders and Jordan Sharpe have been sitting around getting phat off their 2019 season, snarking each other on Twitter and acting like they are the only two people in this word let alone the only two people in Prime and it makes me sick honestly…

Buddy shakes his head

Buddy Love: No, they are not the only two people alive or on Prime and tonight’s Main Event isn’t a one on one encounter between the former Undisputed Champion and the current Indy Champion, this is a Triple Threat Match and Killjoy Ito is very much in this match and isn’t going to stand by and be forgotten in this match, he’s not going to stand in the corner and allow these two to try and kill each other to prove which one is the real alpha of Prime...or maybe he will…

Buddy pauses and rubs his chin

Buddy Love: It’s no secret that Dominic thinks Jordan is a chump and Jordan wants to prove he’s top dog around here...maybe it would be prudent if Killjoy stands back and lets these two have their moment and be there to pick up the pieces that’s left over...maybe that’s the best strategy here tonight...what do you think Jenna?

Buddy looks at Jenna

Jenna Salavatore: Well I mean…

Buddy Love: Walk with me Jenna and see if you can keep up…

Buddy begins to walk as Jenna follows

Buddy Love: They spent the entire lead up to this match talking around Killjoy and mostly talking to one another...so what if we just try and blend into the background and they only appear at the end when the time is right. Listen I get it, Dominic Sanders is a threat to Jordan, it’s why he’s acting out like this, he’s finally found himself atop of Prime because my father was too busy acting like he was on Spring Break last year at WrestleFest and took his eye off the ball but I’m not my father, I realize this isn’t about me and about Killjoy, I’m not going to get caught up in everything and to be honest with you I’m not that impressed with France, I think it kind of sucks and isn’t nearly as romantic as a corner booth at AppleBees but I digress, tonight Killjoy answers the question of who’s going to rule Prime in 2020, Dominic Sanders or Jordan Sharpe with the answer neither of them…

Buddy and Jenna turns another corner and stop with a surprised and shocked look in Jenna’s case on their faces. The camera pulls back to show FSW GM Chris Brock standing in the doorway of Killjoy’s locker room.

Buddy Love: Mr. Brock…

Jenna Salvatore: What are you doing here?

Chris Brock smiles

Chris Brock: I’m here to talk to you Buddy, to continue that conversation we were having Wednesday night before you had to jump on a plane and come here to France for tonight’s Prime show, so how about it, why don’t you come on in and we finish that conversation…

Buddy smiles and nods and walks into the locker room and just as Jenna is about to make her way in Chris holds out his arm and blocks her

Chris Brock: I’m sorry, this is a private conversation between Buddy and I Jenna

Chris smiles and shuts the door in her face

»TRIPLE THREAT MATCH«
Killjoy Ito
Vs Dominic Sanders
Vs Jordan Sharpe

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Everett: Hell of a show.

Amsler: And it all comes down to this. The Indy Champion and two of his top contenders in a non title battle for bragging rights.

Everett: My money's on KIlljoy Ito. Along with Buddy Love, he's just too damn good

Amsler: We will find out in moments so lets go to the ring.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is a Triple Threat Match. Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds... KILLJOY ITO!

‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks out onto the stage and raises his arms into the air and lowers them as the lights also fade out, he jumps up and down all excited as ‘Deeper Deeper’ begins to play. A strobe light circles around the stage as a single white spotlight hits the stage where Killjoy Ito is standing, his back facing the ring, his arms stretched out and his head down. He swings around to face the camera and the ring as Buddy Love runs up and stands by his side. Buddy motions to towards the ring and the pair begin to walk down the aisle to the mix reaction of cheers and boos from the fans. Buddy climbs up the steps first and holds the ropes open for Killjoy and then Buddy walks up to the referee and offers them a few dollars to ‘keep it fair’ but then laughs and shoves the singles back into his pocket as Killjoy walks to the center of the ring with his arms outstretched and tilts his head back and soaks it all in. Buddy helps Killjoy take off his robe and exits the ring.

The lights go out in the (arena name). 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: The 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.

Reid: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighing 220 pounds, he is the reigning EWC Indy Champion, JORDAN FREAKIN' 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 with the Indy Championship.

DING DING DING

Ito catches Sanders with a Roundhouse kick to the back of the head and JFS unloads on Sanders with a series of Right Hands that knock him into the corner. Ito gabs JFS from behind and launches him with a German Suplex while Sanders slips out of the ring. Ito chops JFS in the chest before shooting him off the ropes and catching him with a Dropkick as he rebounds back. Ito reaches to grab JFS but is stopped by an Elbow to the gut. JFS charges at Ito with a Cross Body that Ito tries to counter into a Bodyslam but JFS is able to slide over Ito's shoulder and drops him with a Reverse DDT. Ito uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet before JFS grabs him in a Cpbra Clutch before lifting Ito and dropping Ito spine first across his knee. Before JFS is able to follow it up, Sanders is in the ring and takes JFS down with a Clothesline. Sanders then turns and takes down Ito with a Spinebuster. JFS grabs Sanders for A DDT but it's countered into an Inverted Atomic Drop which Sanders follows with a Clothesline. Sanders attemts a second one but it's countered with a European Uppercutt before a running Elbow to the temple that knocks Sanders to a seated position on the canvas. JFS runs at Sanders with a running something that he avoids by leaning back and catches JFS unaware with a School Boy. The referee counts

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Everett: All three giving it their all.

Amsler: I wouldn't say all. Ito's just getting warmed up.

Everett: Warmed up?

Amsler: You heard me.

Ito runs at Sanders and hits a running Shooting Star Press on the fallen Sanders. He's not able to make a cover as JFS drags him to his feet but Ito shakes him off before hitting JFS with a Falcon Arrow that drops JFS on the downed Sanders Glutching his torso, Sanders rolls out of the ring. Ito grabs JFS who counters instantly with a Backdrop JFS runs at Ito with a stiff Lariat before lifting him to his feet and hitting a perfect Fisherman Suplex. He grabs Ito's leg as the referee counts

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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... DOMINIC SANDERS!!!

Everett: Sanders Wins!!

Amsler: Smart work by Sanders to take one of his opponents out using the title belt. Questionable? Yes but in a triple threat match it's all legal.

Everett: He was just giving Sharpe his title back.

Amsler: What a show this has been! Folks we're out of time this week but be sure to join us in a few weeks for 61 as we head to Singapore!

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SEGMENT WRITERS
JORDAN SHARPE
JONTY KELLY
NEVAEH
FAITH RIVERS
NSFW
KILLJOY ITO

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: EZIO DELUCA

MATCH TWO
WRITER: NEVAEH

MATCH THREE
WRITER: EZIO DELUCA/RAMPAGE

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: NSFW

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: PRIME

MATCH SIX
WRITER: PRIME

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH
Lavender Vs Misaki Ono (N/S)
WINNER: Lavender

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SINGLES MATCH
Alexander Daemon Vs Stalker
WINNER: Alexander Daemon

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SINGLES MATCH
Azazel Vs Henry Rollins Porter
WINNER: Azazel

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SINGLES MATCH
Nevaeh Vs Quinn Collins
WINNER: Nevaeh

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SINGLES MATCH
El Pablo Vs Colby Korver
WINNER: El Pablo

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TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Dominic Sanders Vs Killjoy Ito Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Dominic Sanders

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Dominic Sanders
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dominic Sanders vs Killjoy Ito vs Jordan Sharpe

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