PRIME #63 - Tampa, FL

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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 #63
APRIL 5 2020



LIVE! FROM THE BOB MARTINEZ ATHLETICS CENTER IN TAMPA, FL

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 Bob Martinez Athletics Center, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.

Micah Everett: Welcome to Tampa!!

Sandra Amsler: Stranglemania may have concluded last week but the fallout begins here. We have a whole host of great matches including the now former Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe in action against FSW's Joseph Hall. 

Everett: I love that phrase "Former Indy Champion".

Amsler: Yes. We have that plus Nevaeh, Colby Korver, Stalker, Karzan Locke and some new tag teams all here tonight in Tampa! 

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MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Karzan Locke
Vs Stalker

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Everett: What a match we have for you to open up

Amsler: The old phrase about unstoppable forces and immovable objects applies here as Karzan Locke and Stalker collide.

Everett: These two are so damn big I hope there's no shockwaves that send me flying

Amsler: You might not be.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, from Salisbury, Maryland , weighing in at 328 pounds... STALKER!

"Rest In Peace" plays as Stalker steps through the curtain and walks slowly to the ring as the fans look on in awe.

Reid: His opponent, weighing in at 350 pounds... KARZAN LOCKE!

The lights in the arena turn off and after a moment they turn back on. Standing in one of the corners facing the crowd is the hulking mass of humanity, Karzan Locke. He stands motionless until the match begins.

DING DING DING

Both men meet in the centre of the ring and stand face to face with each other. Or as close as they can anyway. As they turn to head back to their corners, Locke hits Stalker with a big right hand that staggers him and follows up with a few more before throwing Stalker into the corner where he unloads with Punches To The Body of Stalker. Locke then attempts an Irish Whip but Staler reverses it before crashing against Locke in the corner with a Clothesline. Leading him out of the corner, Stalker then lifts the huge Locke and drops him to the canvas with a big Body Slam. A follow up running Elbow Drop misses when Locke rolls out of the way and Stalker hits nothing but canvas. As both men get to their feet, Locke hits Stalker with a Headbutt that staggers him allowing Locke to hit a Sidewalk Slam. Locke throws Stalker off the ropes and goes for a Big Boot that Stalker ducks before hitting the ropes again and coming back with a Flying Clothesline. Stalker goes for a Powerbomb but Lock backdrops him. Stalker's able to land on his feet though and he catches Locke with a DDT. Both are down.

Everett: Both men unloading on each other and I love it.

Amsler: Neither man giving an inch but if they want to win, these men will need to produce something special.

Everett: That sounded rude somehow.

Amsler: And 'both men unloading on each other' didn't?

Both men drag themselves to their feet and Locke lunges at Stalker with a Right Hand but Stalker ducks it and hits Locke with some Rights of his own and some chops. A Bodyslam drops Locke to the canvas. Stalker lifts Locke to his feet and tries for a Suplex. Locke blocks it before using it to lift Stalker and position him on the top turnbuckle. He hits Stalker with a couple of Right hands to daze him before a ring shaking Ragnarock. He makes a cover.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... KARZAN LOCKE!

Everett: What a battle!

Amsler: Sure was. Take nothing away from Stalker, he gave it everything but he also gave Karzan Locke the opening he needed to hit the Ragnarock.

Everett: Damn near Ragnarocked the whole of Tampa.

Amsler: While we deal with the aftershocks don't you go far because we have Professor I.V.O in her Prime debut next!

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From the parking lot of the Bob Martinez Athletics Center, Nevaeh is seen sitting on the hood of her car. After a few minutes of waiting, another vehicle pulls in. When the driver steps out, it’s revealed to be Nezumi. He pulls a shined up Heaven’s Helper from the backseat before making his way over. Nev studies him as he approaches.

Nevaeh: It’s a shame you seem to be missing something.

She motions toward his waist.

Nevaeh: Don’t let it get to you though. You were great out there. Even pinned Scorpio once. So that’s something, right?

Nezumi eyes the sledgehammer, his focus fixated on the item. Soon, he releases a sight and hands over the weapon to its owner.

Nezumi Hazama: In a way, I’m the first person to pin him this season. But I’m not into statistics like that.

He squeezes his hand that’s wrapped around Heaven’s Helper.

Nezumi Hazama: It wasn’t enough.

The Rat King speaks with no humor in his voice. His eyes are tired.

Nezumi Hazama: But...thanks anyways. Sorry to disappoint you.

Her eyes meet his.

Nevaeh: Losses happen. The only way you disappoint me if you don’t get back out there and start kicking ass again. Other opportunities will come.

Nev motions to her sledgehammer.

Nevaeh: I still need my baby back though.

The thought of having Heaven’s Helper again brings a smile to her face. Nezumi releases it back into her care without much fanfare.

Nezumi Hazama: I do say...I see the usefulness of your “baby.”

A sliver of a grin crosses his face.

Nezumi Hazama: You don’t need to worry about me not getting back out there. No, I found some answers through that match. But I’m here for you. I’m interested to see what you do out there.

Nevaeh: It’s going to be a hell of a Main Event.

Nev spins Heaven’s Helper in her hands.

Nevaeh: I’m going to put Colby Korver in his place. One way or another.

She seems pleased with that notion.

Nevaeh: You can stick around for the celebratory drink after if you want.

Quiet for a moment, Nezumi thinks it over.

Nezumi Hazama: I don’t see why not. There’s no harm to it. Especially if our celebration is at the expense of some pathetic fool like Korver.

His smile widens, becoming more closer to the mischievous one he carries most days.

Nezumi Hazama: Good luck out there. I’ll watch it from backstage. I don’t think I want to mingle with those degenerates.

Nevaeh: Can’t say I blame you. I wouldn’t either if I didn’t have to.

Nev hops down from the hood of the car and places Heaven’s Helper in the familiar spot over her shoulder.

Nevaeh: Be seeing you after I take care of business.

With that, Nev walks toward the building figuring his eyes were watching her as she goes.

MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Professor I.V.O
Vs Vivi

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Everett: Up next we have an interesting match to say the least.

Amsler: We have Professor I.V.O making her Prime debut donight as she takes on Vivi

Everett: It's a battle of the strangest

Amsler: It will be an interesting match, I'll tell you.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, from All Over The World, weighing in at 128 pounds... VIVI!

'Little Boxes' by Kinky plays as Vivi walks to the ring. Looking in amazement at the crowd in the arena

Reid: And her opponent, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at 149 pounds... PROFESSOR I.V.O!

'Du Hast' by Rammstein plays as The Professor makes her way to the ring.

DING DING DING

Both women meet in the center of the ring where Professor I.V.O slaps Vivi in the face. She follows this up with a Snapmare before running off the ropes and booting Vivi in the face. Professor I.V.O then lifts Vivi to her feeet and knees Vivi in the gut before hitting a Suplex. Professor I.V.O lifts Vivi for a Bodyslam but Vivi slips out of it and goes for a Superkick that Professor I.V.O blocks. She throws Vivi's leg to the side but this only allows Vivi to hit a Spinning Heel Kick. Both women get to their feet and Vivi again goes for a Superkick. Again it's blocked but Professor I.V.O spins Vivi the other way and attempts a Clothesline that Vivi ducks but Professor I.V.O catches Vivi with a boot before climbing to the top turnbuckle and diving at Vivi with a Cross Body. The referee counts

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Vivi bench presses her opponent off her sending Professor I.V.O rolling to the outside of the ring.

Everett: These crazy ladies are better in the ring than I thought they would be.

Amsler: Not a fan of your wording but I'll take your point. Professor I.V.O looking impressive thus far

Everett: Would you prefer 'crazy people'?

Amsler: Moving on, the Professor's back in the ring.

Sure enough Professor I.V.O is indeed back in the ring and she lifts Vivi to her feet hitting a Neckbreaker followed by a Legdrop. Professor I.V.O lifts Vivi to her feet and goes for a DDT but Vivi counters it with a Back Drop that sends her to the canvas. Professor I.V.O gets to her feet but eats a Superkick. Professor I.V.O uses it to throw her self off the ropes looking for a Lethal Injection but Vivi counters it locking on the Goodnight Moon. Professor I.V.O fades until the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via sumbission... VIVI!

Everett: She squeezed out that win.

Amsler: I thought that was smart wrestling. Vivi saw an opportunity to counter The Professor's move and used it to get a victory

Everett: Smart? Vivi?

Amsler: We're going to have to disagree on that but up next we have something you'll like, the now former Indy Champion. Don't you go too far.

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Silas Isaac Naberius: You missed me, didn’t you?

From the Mactron we see SIN sitting in a dark room with a low light rocking back and forth over him. He stirs his cane around, scraping against the concrete floor, while his eyes remain fixed on the camera.

Silas Isaac Naberius: When I took my sabbatical you looked with dismay to the likes of Melody Malone, Scorpio, and Dominic Sanders and asked yourselves: ‘is this as good as it gets now?’ But realise this; I would never abandon you. After all... I do not forget.

He leans back in his chair.

Silas Isaac Naberius: I would have made the trip to Florida for this show but, unfortunately for you people, my physician recommends against visiting third world states.

Boos ring out from the live audience. Silas raises his spare hand and nods his head.

Silas Isaac Naberius: I can understand your frustrations but I am a man of reason and principle. I simply cannot be seen in such a cesspit – it would be terrible for my health and my image.

The boos grow louder.

Silas Isaac Naberius: I would be angry too if I lived in that shithole.

He waves away the jeers of the crowd.

Silas Isaac Naberius: Onto more pressing matters. I will be making my grand return to the ring in just two weeks’ time. I don’t know who my opponent – or opponents – will be just yet... but I will offer them a fair warning. And an opportunity. You see, this time, I will not be here by myself.

A hand touches his shoulder. The camera tilts up and zooms out a touch to reveal a dark-haired woman standing next to him.

Silas Isaac Naberius: For the uninitiated: this is my Pet. From this moment one she will be my side for each and every match, ensuring that things are kept fair. There are too many here in the EWC who rely on shenanigans to get by – I will not lower myself to such depths nor allow my record to be sullied by those who would. Pet will make certain of that.

A second figure appears behind him. The camera zooms out, a long way this time, to reveal an enormous person in a dark cloak.

Silas Isaac Naberius: This person is the first of the PRIME roster to make the bold decision to join my cause. Our cause. The Extreme Wrestling Corporation is a rotten thing, filled to the brim with self-serving narcissists, and I – we - will unseat them.

He leans forward.

Silas Isaac Naberius: The entirety of the PRIME roster, barring one, has the chance to join this glorious crusade. An opportunity to return the power to the masses. The ivory tower Dominic Sanders resides within will be dismantled from beneath him and you, my friends, will be able to join us in this most noble endeavour.

He stands, turning to Pet who nods at him, and back to the cloaked figure who does the same. Silas stares into the camera.

Silas Isaac Naberius:If you take up the cause to fight with us then you will taste glory when his oppression gives way beneath our might. If you do not join us, and continue to be a bystander to the Sanders reign of terror, then we will consider you complicit... and you will join him in feeling the crushing weight of justice.

Silas smiles sweetly, or is it sickeningly, but it fades away.

Silas Isaac Naberius:Sanders, I understand there is a merry-go-round I must join before dealing with you myself. It’s of no concern. I will continue to wait for this match, as I have now for eight months, until I finally have your full attention.

He steps closer to the camera.

Silas Isaac Naberius: Until then... look around every corner and watch each shadow. You never know where my friends will be...

He begins laughing, cackling, as the feed abruptly ends.

MATCH #3
»SINGLES«
Jordan Sharpe
Vs Joseph Hall

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Everett: What a match we have coming up next as our now FORMER king, Jordan Sharpe faces off against what may be the next in a long line of those that will beat him in FSW's Joseph Hall.

Amsler: Jordan Sharpe looking to bounce back after the loss of the Indy Title at Stranglemania while Joseph Hall is looking to get what could be a big win under his belt.

Everett: Belt? Like the one Sharpe no longer has? As the kids say, 'Too soon'

Amsler: That's not what I meant and you know it! Should still be a great contest so let's go to the ring.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... 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.

'Blue Collar Man' by Styx begins to play and the lights flash to the beat of the drums as Joseph Hall steps out onto the stage and looks out into the crowd.

Reid: And his opponent, making his way to the ring, from Olympia, Washington, weighing 257 pounds... JOSEPH HALL!

Hall walks down the rampway, slapping the outreached hands of fans and rolls into the ring. He springs to his feet and rushes to the ropes nearest the camera, stepping one foot on the middle rope and raising his right arm up high. He steps back and admires the crowd once more before stepping into his corner.

DING DING DING

Both meet in the centre of the ring and a stiking battle begins with Sharpe throwing Elbows and Hall throwing Forearms. Hall wins and has Sharpe bent in half as the last few Forearms rain down on Sharpe's back and shoulders before Hall lifts him for a Scoop Slam that drops Sharpe hard on the canvas. Hall boots Sharpe in the face while he's down before lifting him to his feet and hitting a Pendulum Backbreaker upon his return. He hooks the leg.

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Hall lifts Sharpe to his feet and attempts a Suplex but Sharpe blocks it and hits a Fisherman Suplex that Hall kicks out of before the ref is even able to count one. Sharpe lifts Hall up looking for a DDT but Hall lifts Sharpe and dumps him in the corner hitting a Knee to the gut and a couple of rights before launching Sharpe across the ring with an overhead Belly To Belly Suplex. Sharpe bounces off the canvas and lands face first into the opposite corner. Before he has time to rest, Hall launches him again with a Belly To Back Suplex that drops Sharpe face first on the canvas. Looking to end it, Hall lifts Sharpe to his feet only for Sharpe to drop Hall to the canvas with a Spinebuster. With his opponent down, Sharpe climbs to the middle turnbuckle and leaps backwards crashing down on Hall's sternum with an Elbow.

Everett: That move just screams desparation! The guy with the Tide Pod obsession's getting his clock cleaned right now!

Amsler: Both men giving it their all right now.

Everett: Is that code for what I just said?

Amsler: No. I think both ARE giving it everything!

Both men get to their feet but Sharpe attacks first with a series of Forearms that stagger Hall allowing Sharpe to drop him to the mat with a Reverse DDT. Sharpe lifts Hall to his feet looking for a Fallaway slam that Hall is able to counter by slipping over Sharpe's shoulder before lifting Sharpe onto his shoulder loooking for a Running Powerslam but Sharpe slips out of it and pushes Hall hard into the corner. Sharpe tries to apply the Sharpeknife but Hall counters it almost hiptossing Sharpe. He runs off the ropes launching himself at Sharpe with a Western Lariat. Somehow, Sharpe is able to duck the Lariat and drops an off balance Hall with a Sharpeknife. The referee counts

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DING DING DING

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

Everett: How in the hell did he do that?

Amsler: He may be an ex champion but he still has the mentality of one! He took everything that Joseph Hall could throw at him but was able to get one moment wher he got Hall out of sorts enough to hit the Sharpknife and get back on winning ways.

Everett: Give him an inch and Sharpe took a mile!

Amsler: And we need to take a break. But don't go far as we have some tag teams that are new to Prime coming up next.

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Everett: Well ladies and gentlemen, if you tuned into Stranglemania, you would've seen that the Television Title match was supposed to have an added participant to it

Amsler: That's right, after some...tense discussions, Prime GM Marshall Evans granted Jonty Kelly his TV title rematch and inserted him to the night's match


[Footage plays on the titantron of the exchange between Evans and Kelly from Stranglemania]


Everett: But as we now know, Jonty Kelly never made it to the TV Title match...


[Footage is again shown from Stranglemania, this time of Kelly being loaded into an ambulance]


Everett: Kelly was taken to a nearby hospital in Los Angeles following a supposed attack, where he has remained since Stranglemania. He's managed to provide us with this update


[The titantron is now filled with a video, filmed on a phone, of Jonty in his hospital bed]


Kelly: Hello EWC Universe, the Lethal Weapon Jonty Kelly, coming to you from my lovely hospital bed in Los Angeles. This will likely be the last time you'll see my face on your screens for a little while, I'm pretty banged up from the attack on me at Stranglemania. I have no memory of what happened. All I can recall is preparing for the TV title match and the next thing I know, I'm waking up in here. 

"Hey doc, why don't you tell these fine folks exactly what I'm dealing with here..."

Doctor (off-screen): Let's see...concussion, internal bleeding, torn ACL and patellar tendon resulting from blunt trauma to the knee that both required surgery, a couple of broken ribs...early prognosis is you'll be out of action for twelve months

Kelly: Twelve months. An entire year of my career gone in an instant. Just as I'd fought so hard to win my job back, I'm back out of action once again

"Make no mistake, this was no random, run-of-the-mill attack. This was calculated and done to send a message to me. Someone wanted me out for good...but you didn't quite finish the job off. Yes, you'll have managed to take me out for a long period of time, but I can promise you this: I will heal from these injuries. I will devote all of my time to figuring out who did this to me. I will bust my ass to rehab and get back as soon as I am physically capable of doing so and when I do return, there will be hell to pay"

"Once I've figured out the person behind this, and I will figure out who did this to me if it's the last thing I do, their name will be the only one on my Hitlist and I will not stop until they realize that attacking me was the worst decision they could've made. You've messed with the wrong guy and there will be a bullet with your name on it when I get back"

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I need my catheter removed so doc, could you get nurse Cindy for me?"

Doctor (off-screen): I can do that for you if you -

Kelly: Nurse Cindy will do, thanks doc


[Footsteps are heard as the doctor exits the room]


Kelly: This may be goodbye for now, but I will return stronger and more lethal than ever. You have not seen the last of the Lethal Weapon


[The video ends and the crowd begins cheering, with chants of "Lethal Weapon" echoing through the arena]


Amsler: Some strong words there from Jonty, he'll be back with a vengeance. If I was the culprit, I might be second guessing my decision to attack him now

Everett: We obviously extend our best wishes to Jonty and hope he makes a speedy recovery

MATCH #4
»TAG TEAM MATCH«
Southern Express
Vs The Lodge

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Everett: Coming up next is our tag team contest for the evening with the Lodge taking on the Southern Express.

Amsler: Two newly signed teams to PRIME. We’re all familiar with the Southern Express but the Lodge? Complete unknowns.

Everett: That’s why they have the upper hand.

Amsler: But... we know nothing about them.

Everett: Exactly!

The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane.

Reid: Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!

Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes and head to opposite corners, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle to toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring pointing to both Bobby and Jimmy

Everett: Nice to see they brought their nurse from the home with them.

Amsler: I think you’ll find that’s Bunny Love.

Everett: Hey, whatever she wants to do in her spare time is her business.

Amsler: If I cared enough I’d be worried about you.

"Revolution comes with an act of love
Listen closely now to the sound of the turtle-dove
Wings are broken but she sings her song
And all we've got to do is sing along"

As the dulcet tones of "Revolution Comes with an Act of Love" start to set into the building, smoke starts to fill the stage and a rainbow array of lasers cut through the artificial fog. Within a matter of seconds Brother Dan and Brother Greg emerge onto the stage, both with wide smiles on their faces.

Reid: Hailing from and representing The Lodge, weighing in at a combined weight of 500 pounds, Brother Dan and Brother Greg!

The duo make their way down the ramp at a brisk pace, stopping only when they get to ringside. Brother Dan slides himself under the bottom rope while Brother Greg opts to climb the steps, then slip into the ring once he's on the apron. Both men take to opposite corners and offer some inaudible words of encouragement to the fans.


Everett: An impressive entrance for these two new stars to PRIME.

Amsler: There’s something a little... off about them.

Everett: They do smell like stale milk, I’ll give you that.

Amsler: Seriously, are you okay?

DING DING DING

Brother Dan and Jimmy Lane begin the match for their respective teams, quickly locking up in the middle of the ring. Lane cinches in a headlock, gets pushed off, ducks under Dan’s leap, and walks into a series of hip tosses. He stops before a fourth, thinks about it, and makes the tag to Bobby Rose.

Everett: I think Brother Dan’s speed was getting to Jimmy Lane there.

Amsler: When a guy’s out there tossing your hips you need to take a break now and again.

Everett: ... What?

Dan tags out to Brother Greg and he immediately locks up with Rose. After trading transitional holds Greg scoops Rose up with ease and slams him down. Before the tag veteran can regain his senses, Greg pulls him off the mat, hits a second, and slaps on a side headlock. Rose calls on the crowd who clap and cheer as he pushes to his feet and begins to fight back. After a pair of running forearms that bounce off the big man, Greg hits a clothesline of his own that turns Rose inside out. He tags in Dan and hits a big backbreaker as Dan enters the fray with an elbow drop across the chest. Dan immediately makes the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Amsler: I have to say: The Lodge have impressed me so far. They look like a well-oiled machine.

Everett: I really don’t think they’d appreciate being compared to a source of pollution.

Dan climbs to the top rope once more but misses with a senton. Rose crawls to his corner and makes the tag to Lane who rushes the ring like a house of fire just as Brother Greg is tagged in. Right hands for Dan and Greg, he hits the ropes and ducks under a double clothesline attempt to hit a leaping version of his own. Dan rolls to the apron while Greg stumbles. Lane hits a dropkick, a second, a third, but he can’t get him off his feet. He calls for Rose and they hit the Mic Drop! Lane hooks the leg.

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Everett: Brother Greg has given the South Express some real problems tonight – they can’t cope with his size and strength.

Amsler: They’re wily veterans who have beaten the best of the best. They’ll find a way!

Lane tags in Rose who moves to the middle of the apron and signals for Good Night Tampa! Lane tries to lift Greg into a tombstone position but is easily pushed away. Rose springboards in anyway right into a big boot. Greg signals to the still-dazed Dan in the corner and goes to make the tag when his leg is suddenly stuck. He looks down to see Rose holding onto his ankle for dear life. He turns around, leans down to pick him up, but is rolled up into Old School!

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!

Everett: How on earth did Greg fall for that?!

Amsler: Like I said, the Southern Express are wily veterans! The Lodge’s inexperience definitely cost them tonight.

Everett: Maybe the Lodge came up short tonight but I have a feeling we’ll be seeing these two teams mix it up again and, next time, those tricks won’t work.

Amsler: I look forward to seeing what these guys do next time if so. Now make sure you don’t go anywhere folks because coming up next is your main event of the evening!

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Everett: Well, folks, as eventful an evening as we’ve had so far, it seems like the fun isn’t just confined to the ring, as we got this footage from a fan’s cellphone during the commercial break.

The feed cuts to a dimly-lit film room full of overflow customers who couldn’t get into the court section of Bob Martinez Athletics Center, and are instead watching the show on a projector. As people begin to socialize, a voice is heard from just outside the door.

Voice: Is there room for one more?

Everybody in the room turns, and there is utter astonishment and jubilation when they see newly-minted X-Division Champion Ace King standing in the doorway, the gold fitting nicely on his shoulder. With a light smile, he shuffles into the film room, waving casually as he stands behind a lectern for a moment.

Ace King: It’s been a hell of a night so far, hasn’t it?

The fans gathered are still buzzing as they see ‘The Gambler’ before them in living colour, though the X-Division Champion is looking a bit awkward.

Ace King: The Prime roster has always been full of world-class talent, and sometimes, I wonder why it’s been almost 2 years since I’ve done a match in this atmosphere, you know?

There’s an excited murmur as Ace looks down fondly at the X-Division Championship.

Ace King: Of course, the X-Division landscape has changed a lot in the last few days, so it’s quite possible I’ll find myself here sooner rather than later, and in the name of fulfilling the vision of a friend, I’m here to get a feel for it again.

Ace adjusts the X-Division Championship on his shoulder, then looks at the projector screen before returning his attention to those gathered in the room.

Ace King: I’m not here to big-time or upstage anybody else... Hell, I’d be fine doing this somewhat anonymously... But with all the talent that’s here, I feel compelled to size them up with my own two eyes... Hope you guys don’t mind if I do that here with all of you?

The gathering cheers as Ace casually greets a few fans before taking a chair in the back row as the show cuts to...



We come back from commercials as cameras focus on the entrance, the opening lyrics for “Legendary” by Skillet begin to play throughout the Bob Martinez Athletics Center.

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 from the back with her newly won Television Championship around her waist and is pumping up the crowd to her song as she makes her way down the aisle.

Reid: Making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for your new Television Champion ... FAAAITH RIIIVERSSS!

Amsler: It’s not everyday you get to walk out in your home state as champion. This has got to be quite the moment for Faith.

Everett: I’m sure it is. She went through quite a war at StrangleMania to win the championship back!

After sliding in under the bottom rope, Faith gets to her feet and continues to work the crowd as she walks to the center of the ring where she spins in a circle before holding her arms out to the side. There’s plenty of cheers and pictures being taken as she shows off the championship.

Amsler: The Faithful Army is definitely lively tonight as they wait to hear from their Leader tonight!

Faith then goes over and gets a microphone before returning to the middle of the ring. She waits a moment for her music to subside then lifts the mic to speak.

Faith: Did you really think I’d miss out on being here?

The question brings on another round of cheers.

Faith: As great as it is being this close to home, there’s not a lot of time to let down my guard and get sentimental. I need to stay focused. Because I’ll have my first defense before I know it. But before I talk about that, I’d like to take a moment and thank Lavender for an incredible match at StrangleMania. She really went all out. And while I proved to be the better woman that night, I’m sure we’ll be doing it again sometime in the future. Until then, I wish her best in whatever comes next for her.

Faith pauses.

Faith: As for me, I’m going to have my first defense soon and hopefully many more to follow. The Television Championship has changed hands quite a bit lately. Not only am I fixing to change that, but I’d like nothing more than to break Griffin Hawkins’ record. Of course, that’s not going to be easy. Plenty of work will need to be done. But if anyone can do it we can. Isn’t that right?

As Faith points out into the crowd, they answer with a loud cheer.

Faith: So I suggest the competition get ready. Because the Faithful Army is going to be looking for a fight. Hopefully whoever the General Managers put in line first will give us one. Either way, they’ll be going down in two weeks time for their Faithless night!

Amsler: Sounds like the new Television Champion is ready for any and all challengers.

Everett: Faith may think she is, but we’ll see what happens at Prime 64!

With that, Faith drops the mic to the mat as “Legendary” by Skillet plays out once more. As she exits the ring, Faith goes over to where AC Thunder is in the front row. She shares a kiss with him on her way to the back. At the top of the ramp, Faith unfastens the Television Championship from her waist and holds it high in the air for all to see. Her army is cheering as we fade.

»SINGLES MATCH«

Nevaeh
Vs Colby Korver

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Everett: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to Prime number sixty-three! The crew is finishing getting the ring ready for our main event, and I'm very much looking forward to this upcoming fight.

Amsler: I actually agree with you on that, Everett. Colby Korver versus the deadly, gorgeous Nevaeh will indeed be a sight to behold. But between you and me? I think Nevaeh's got this win secured. She's just proven time and time again that she's a badass, with or without Heaven's Helper by her side.

Everett: Be that as it may, Colby hasn't been a pushover. In fact, he's quickly becoming noticed among the other Prime roster members.

Amsler: Be that as it may, Nevaeh is too perfect of a demonic angel. She's gonna give him Hell like she does every other opponent, and there won't be a damn thing Colby will do to stop her.

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

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!

After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh will strike a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she'll mouth off to the fans and pace the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.

Everett: Okay, okay. I can't deny that you're definitely right on the 'gorgeous' part regarding Neveah.

Amsler: Pfft. Like you could even try to argue about that.

Everett: Still, I stand by my own thoughts, earlier. She may be deadly and quite the looker, but she's gonna need more distractions to use against Colby to take and keep him down.

Amsler: Oh, I know. She's likely got that - and more - in spades. You're not wrong. Colby isn't bad at all. But he just ... doesn't have as much 'oomph' to me as Nevaeh does.

Reid: Her opponent, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 232 pounds... COLBY KORVER!

'Gimme The Prize' by Queen plays as Colby Korver makes his way to the ring.

DING DING DING

Colby wastes little time in making the first move. He runs forward, and damn well nearly takes Nevaeh's head off with a Lariat! The sheer height and weight difference does cause Nevaeh to fall on her back. However, she's just as quick to recover and get up on her feet.

She shakes her head, looking at Colby in faux disappointment. Korver simply ignores her quips as he starts to come at her again.

This time, however, Nevaeh is ready for him. Down goes Colby after a Spiked DDT is executed against him! Nevaeh nods, looking down at her prone opponent, looking very pleased with herself.

She leans down, grabbing a fistful of Korver's hair, and presses her arm against Colby's throat!

The referee begins to count, signaling for Nevaeh to let go before he reaches five, or risk being disqualified!

The referee doesn't even finish reaching three before Colby retaliates and forces Nevaeh away with a stunning European Uppercut!

Everett: Woo, damn. There's a lot of impressive displays in this match tonight. Not just Nevaeh, mind you, but that is indeed a correct response.

Amsler: Fair point. So Colby is doing even better than I expected. I still think, however, that Nevaeh's got this one secured.

Nevaeh is still dazed as Colby slips behind her. He takes advantage of her stunned state to wrap his arms around her, throwing Nevaeh backwards with a ring-shuddering Snap Dragon Suplex!

It's easy to question if Nevaeh knows exactly where she is or not. One thing's for sure; her head has been given quite the beating the entire duration of this match. And it may be taking more of a toll on her than she wants to admit out loud.

Colby takes his turn to smugly smirk, noting Nevaeh stumbling clumsily around. He slowly stalks behind her, and begins to hoist her up into a Wheelbarrow Suplex.

Nevaeh, however, shows that despite being sore and dizzy, she's not down for the count. She thrusts a boot upward, slamming it straight into Colby's jaw! She then moves behind him, and locks her Exile (PTO) technique in!

Between the move being locked in too perfectly and Korver trapped in the center, he's forced to tap out!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via submission ... NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!

Everett: Well, good thing I didn't bet against ya, because you called the outcome perfectly.

Amsler: Of course. What else were you expecting?

Everett: Either way, credit goes where it's due, and Colby did not make the victory for Nevaeh easy. He definitely put up quite the fight. I'd love to see a second round between these two before this season ends.

Amsler: As would I. For now, folks, that's it for tonight. Thanks for tuning in! We'll return in two weeks for yet another action packed episode of EWC: Prime!

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

NEVAEH
SILAS ISAAC NABERIUS
JONTY KELLY
ACE KING
FAITH RIVERS

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: PRIME

MATCH TWO
WRITER: PRIME

MATCH THREE
WRITER: PRIME

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: JOSEPH HALL

MATCH FIVE | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: TITANESS

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH
Karzan Locke Vs Stalker
WINNER: Karzan Locke
...

SINGLES MATCH
Vivi Vs Professor Ivo
WINNER: Vivi 
...

SINGLES MATCH
Jordan Sharpe Vs Joseph Hall
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
...

TAG TEAM MATCH
Southern Express Vs The Lodge
WINNERS: Southern Express
...

SINGLES MATCH
Nevaeh Vs Colby Korver
WINNERS: Nevaeh
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Jordan Sharpe/Nevaeh
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Jordan Sharpe Vs Joseph Hall

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