PRIME #64 - Oshkosh, Wisconsin

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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 #64
APRIL 19 2020



LIVE! FROM MENOMINEE NATION ARENA in OSHKOSH, WISCONSIN

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, Dominic Sanders, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, The Lodge, Silver Ann Gold, Jonty Kelly, Professor I.V.O, Southern Express, El Pablo, Richard Garcia, Quinn Collins and Lavender are all featured.

After one final pan over the crowd...

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

Micah Everett: Welcome to Oshkosh and Prime 64!!

Sandra Amsler: Worldwide is getting closer and we have a lot of people in the back looking to gain momentum and earn a spot on that show.

Everett: On our card tonight we have Jordan Sharpe, Dr Psycho and The Lodge. We also have Faith Rivers versus Vivi for the TV Title and my Indy Champion, Dominic Sanders in action.

Amsler: It's a stacked card tonight so why are you still listening to us? Go to the ring!

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As cameras go to ringside for the first match of the night, “Gasoline” by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard throughout the Menominee Nation Arena.

Amsler: This isn’t what we were expecting right now.

Everett: Maybe not. But I like it a whole lot better!

Amsler: You would.

Fans are booing as Nevaeh walks out a moment later with Heaven’s Helper over her shoulder. She walks down the aisle with a purpose.

Reid: Making her way to the ring at this time…...NEEEVAEEHHHHH!

After stepping through the ropes, she snatches the mic from the announcer’s hand and paces the ring a bit as Reid retreats.

Amsler: Well that wasn’t very nice!

Everett: Nevaeh’s never been in this business to play nice.

The moment her music starts to subside, Nev lifts the mic up to speak.

Nevaeh: Now I’m sure you’re all wondering what I’m doing here. Well, I’ll tell you what I’m not doing. And that’s competing. Because once again Marshall and Hayley left me out of the festivities. Even after I won our last Main Event, they decided to waste a spot on the person I defeated. That’s some logic there.

Amsler: Probably not a wise decision to insult our General Managers’ intelligence.

Everett: Nevaeh’s never been in this business to care about anybody’s feelings, either! Even if they are in charge.

Nev rolls her eyes as she continues.

Nevaeh: But I’m not here to complain about it. Instead I’m here to deliver a message. I want everyone to know that since the X-Division has been expanded upon I am going to be the superstar that leads the goddamn charge. When it comes to Prime, the X-Division is going to run through ME!

Her tone was full of conviction as she points to herself.

Nevaeh: Think I’m kidding? Then find me backstage and we’ll put it to the test. I haven’t backed down from a challenge yet. I won’t start now.

Nev stops pacing to give the camera an intense stare.

Nevaeh: So if Marshall and Hayley know what’s good for them, they’ll give me the opportunity I’m looking for. Otherwise, I might just have to use Heaven’s Helper on them instead of the other competitors. It’s their choice!

Everett: Our General Managers better make the right choice if they know what’s good for them!

Amsler: We’ll have to see if Nevaeh’s threats get her anywhere in the coming weeks.

“Gasoline” by Porcelain and the Tramps starts to play just as Nev tosses the mic to the mat. She then swings Heaven’s Helper through the air narrowly missing the camera as she smirks.

Everett: I’d hate to see what happens if they don’t.

The scene fades as Nev exits the ring and heads backstage.

MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Jordan Sharpe
Vs Stalker

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We return from the break and Stalker is already in the ring. “You Ain’t Ready” is playing and Jordan Sharpe is on his way to the ring.

Reid: And his opponent… from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… “The Eater of Turds!” … JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!

He shakes his head in disgust and 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.

Everett: THE EATER OF TURDS! Ahahaha!

Amsler: Surely Reid’s cards got mixed up.

Everett: I’ve got to find out who made that happen!

Amsler: Micah, did you notice when Stalker came down to the ring that he was grabbing at his neck a lot?

Everett: I did notice that. He’s either having some neck issues or one of those wild ass bugs here in Wisconsin got ahold of him.

Amsler: You’re a full-blown idiot, you know that? Regardless, he holds a significant weight advantage over Sharpe.

Everett: But that goon is the former Indy and Television Champion. Somehow, he could find a way to win this match. But I don’t see it happening.

DING DING DING

Stalker came out on fire, attempting to take over the former Champion. He used his strength to work Sharpe over a few times, nearly getting a couple of pinfalls after nailing Sharpe with power moves. Stalker lifted Sharpe up on his shoulders but then dropped Jordan and immediately clutched his neck.

Everett: I told you!

Amsler: You dip shit! I’m the one that pointed it out!

Everett: I bet he injured it when the plane was landing the other day. The airport here in Wisconsin is about as useless as the state of Wisconsin!

After Stalker tried to walk off what appeared to be a stinger, it allowed Jordan to recover. Sharpe began nailing Stalker in the traps and neck area, wearing down the big man enough to get him to a knee. With Stalker down to a knee, Sharpe nailed him with a BFPT that reeled the big man down to two knees. Sharpe lifted him off of his knees and hooked him up, driving him to the mat with The Sharpeknife. He covered and got the win.

DING DING DING

Reid: Here is your winner… JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!

Sharpe gets off of Stalker and looks down. “You Ain’t Ready” plays and the former Champion watches as medical personnel comes to tend to Stalker and his injured neck.

Amsler: Jordan Sharpe takes the win here tonight. But the real story might be Stalker. He is in serious pain!

As medics continue to look at Stalker, “War Machine” by KISS interrupts Sharpe’s music.

Amsler: Hang on, Micah. Looks like the top jackass of Prime is joining us.

Everett: You bite your tongue! This man is the SAVIOR of this circuit!

Dominic Sanders walks out from the back with the Indy Championship draped over his shoulder and he is laughing. His music cuts and he finally pulls the microphone up to his mouth.

Sanders: Weeeell… THE EATER OF TURDS! Aren’t I just the most clever mother fucker in the world? And Damon Reid is the priciest fuckin’ announcer. Greedy bastard.

Sanders laughs more as the crowd boos.

Amsler: I guess we found out who put Reid onto the nickname.

Sanders: Jordy. First, I would like to thank you for holding this Indy Championship for so long and keeping it warm until I had a chance to take it off of your hands. It’s been a nice addition to my long list of achievements. Second, I’m not stupid. I know that you’re going to be asking for your rematch soon. From what I hear, you’re aiming for World Wide II in Scotland next month. And you know what? I’ve got just the match in mind for whenever this rematch happens… that is, if you’re man enough for it.

Sharpe shouts some stuff at Sanders as Sanders smirks.

Sanders: I was doing some research the other day and, apparently, there is such thing as a Crazy Train Match. Here’s how it works: You… me… and a train traveling from Manchester, England to Glasgow, Scotland. First person to eject the other OFF of the train wins. Pinfalls and submissions do count, too. If the train reaches Glasgow before someone is tossed off of the train, the person with most pinfalls and submissions wins. Indy Championship to the winner. That’s all there is to it.

Amsler: That sounds like the craziest damn thing I’ve ever heard of.

Everett: Sounds like Dominic Sanders wants to kill Jordan Sharpe once and for all!

Sanders: Don't give me an answer now. Think about it. Your livelihood is at stake.

Sanders winks and tosses the microphone. “War Machine” plays as Sanders disappears to the back and we move to commercial.



Prime returns from commercial, and we immediately cut to Jenna Salvatore, who’s standing at the base of the Menominee Nation Arena bleachers.

Jenna Salvatore: We always see something amazing happen when EWC comes to Wisconsin, and the passion from the people here is a big reason why we keep coming back. How are you guys enjoying the show?

She turns to the crowd, and it responds in kind with boisterous cheering, along with the odd cat call mixed in, prompting Jenna to shake her head as she walks along the base of the bleachers.

Jenna Salvatore: It’s a packed house here in Oshkosh, and the action is sure to get even more-

She stops abruptly as she accidentally backs into someone, nearly spilling their concession items. She turns around cautiously to see who she’s talking to, a bit embarrassed by what’s just happened.

Jenna Salvatore: Sorry about that, I was just… Wait… Ace?

Indeed, the crowd springs to life as she finds herself face-to-face with none other than Ace King, who’s got the X-Division Championship over one shoulder, a bag of popcorn in one hand, and a bottled of iced tea in the other.

Ace King: It’s all good, no harm, no foul.

Jenna Salvatore: Well, I’m glad to see that, but I don’t think anybody was expecting you to be here tonight, especially after we saw that cellphone footage of you in Tampa a couple weeks ago.

Ace King: How did that get out? Nothing’s sacred anymore… Anyway, I wouldn’t be doing my job properly within its new parameters if I wasn’t here.

A loud ‘ACE! ACE! ACE!’ chant quickly picks up steam throughout the Menominee Nation Arena, to which ‘The Gambler’ responds with an appreciative nod before turning his attention back to Jenna.

Ace King: See, I’ve got a few friends and acquaintances here, but I also know that Prime is full of tough, proud competitors who would love nothing more than to one day make history by bringing the X-Division Championship here. So, simply put, I need to keep my eyes for anyone and everyone who wants to stake a claim to my perch. But no matter what, and Stephanie Matsuda will find this out firsthand next Monday… I’ll be ready for anyone who comes my way. Bet On It.

The X-Division Champion takes a breath amidst the sea of fans behind him, and a small smile crosses his face as he holds his items up.

Ace King: Now then, I’ve got my popcorn ready… Let’s see a show.

With that, Ace takes his seat in the bleachers, offering to share his popcorn with people close by as we cut to… 

MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Silver Ann Gold
Vs Professor I.V.O

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Everett: And welcome back to Prime! Well, what have we got next? Hmmm? Oh this? Pass.

Amsler: Professional as always. Fine, I’ll say it. Next up, fan favorite Silver Ann Gold returns to action after a lengthy recovery from, well, I’m not going to say because it’s not worth bringing back uo.

Everett: Oh, what a spoilsport you are. I can only hope that the good Professor I.V.O makes short work of her and puts her back on the shelf.

Amsler: Disgusting.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for ond fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Berlin, Germany, weighing in at 149 pounds... Professor Ingrid Von Öturd!

Ingrid looks none too pleased as she waits for Silver to make her entrance.

Everett: The professor tonight certainly sees Silver as a choice experiment but she’s yet to taste victory. Although, I think she has it in the bag with Silver.

Amsler: That’s such bull. Silver led her team to victory at Wrestlefest.

Everett: That was literally last decade, who cares.

Amsler: Plenty of people do, you insufferable twit.

Reid: Her opponent, Making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, she is the Glitterbomb, SILVER ANN GOLD!

A bright guitar plays over the speakers as pink and gold house lights flash, a peppy beat joining in. Gold glitter bursts from hidden cannons as ‘STAY GOLD’ flashes on the screen, Silver Ann Gold skipping into the entryway, a gold braided captain’s hat perched on top of her mane of blonde hair, a twirl sending her gold kilt fanning out before she makes her way to the ring, sharing hand slaps and even the occasional hug with the lucky fans sitting ringside.

‘Die Young’ continues to play as Silver bounces to the ring, vaulting over the ropes and whipping her kilt off with a flourish, revealing shimmery gold-bordered lavender shorts that match her top and boots. She hands this and her hat to a worker ringside and bounces from foot to foot, eager to start the match.

DING DING DING

Silver was raring to go in this bout and countered the professor’s power with some speed from the get go. While it seemed like Oturd had control from the lock up, when she whipped Silver into the ropes, she ducked under a clothesline and then caught the mad inventor with a springboard clothesline. On the rebound, the California blonde showed some technical chops and floated IVO over with some deep deep arm drags. The frustrated German slapped the mat as the Wisconsin crowd cheered The Glitterbomb on! The professor channeled that frustration when she caught Silver out of the air from an attempted crossbody and nearly tossed her out of the ring with a fallaway slam! That’s where she asserted control with a rear chin lock

Everett: Looks like Silver flew too close to the sun already in this one and the professor is making her pay,

Amsler: Oh come on, this is an athletic competition and I have complete faith that Silver will fight back here.

Everett: You’re the only one.

That was clearly false as the crowd willed on Silver to fight back and she did with three sharp elbows to the midsection, creating some separation. Professor cut her off with a knee but missed a spinning side kick! Silver nearly knocked her out of her boots with a super kick and then looked to the crowd! Silver leapt up top and hit a picture perfect Glitterbomb but only for a two count when Oturd had her foot on the rope. Gold tried to continue the offensive here but nearly stole the match with a quick jab to the throat followed up with a Dr. Wily Bomb! Only a two count and when Oturd tried to set for the Lethal Injection, Silver reversed and hit her own handspring off the ropes before dropping the professor with Jewel Cutter for a huge victory!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall-... SILVER ANN GOLD!

Everett: Well, okay.

Amsler: Silver Ann Gold makes a spectacular return to Prime and gets her first victory of the 2020 campaign. I told you so, Everett.

Everett: Bite me. The less said about this bimbo the better.

Amsler: I wouldn’t bite you with Mac’s teeth, you filthy deviant. Anyway, while Silver celebrates, we’ve gotta pay the bills. See you on the other side!

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The camera cuts backstage inside the Menominee Nation Arena to find The Southern Express and Bunny Love walking down the hallway.

Bunny Love: Ugh, everything in this state smells like cheese…

Bunny reaches out her hand towards Jimmy Lane who looks around to make sure the coast is clear and then pulls out a White Claw from his jacket and hands it to her, she smiles as she cracks it open and smells into the can.

Bunny Love: Ruby Grapefruit my favorite…

She takes a long drink from the can and then looks at Bobby Rose.

Bunny Love: And tell me why we couldn’t have just stayed in Tampa for an extra week, you two don’t even have a match tonight, there was no reason to come to Wisconsin for tonight’s show when we could have been sitting on the beach working on my tan.

Bobby smiles at her.

Bobby Rose: I told you Bunny wrestlers don’t get weeks off, even when they’re not booked they still need to be seen.

Jimmy nods at his partner.

Jimmy Lane: Bobby’s right, out of sight out of mind...I dated this one chick ages ago…

Bunny Love: When the STONE AGE, haha…

She finishes the White Claw and tosses the can off to the side and reaches out her hand again for another…

Jimmy Lane: It was 1984…

Jimmy once again looks around and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out another can of White Claw and hands it to her.

Jimmy Lane: We were hot and heavy, couldn’t keep our hands off each other, were always slipping into a closet or an office for a quickie…

Bunny opens the can and takes a drink…

Bunny Love: GROSS!!!

Jimmy Lane: Black Cherry again, I thought I pulled all those out…

Bunny Love: No the idea of you having sex…

Bobby smiles and lets out a little laugh.

Jimmy Lane: Like I was saying, we were hot and heavy but then Bobby and I had to go on a European Tour and I had to leave her for 4 weeks and by the time I got back she was with another wrestler…

Bobby Rose: Jimmy’s point is Bunny that when you are not around you run the risk of being forgotten about and replaced…

Bunny Love: Look at me…

Bunny stops and holds out her hands and spins around in her black leather halter top and ripped up leather pants.

Bunny Love: NOBODY would forget me…

Bobby Rose: That’s great Bunny but that’s not how THIS business works…

Bunny finishes off another White Claw and sets it on a stack of equipment boxes and puts her hand out for Jimmy to ‘claw her’. Jimmy looks around again and pulls out yet another White Claw.

Bunny Love: Ooh...Mango…

Jimmy Lane: Sure we won at Prime #063 but here we are, at Prime #064 without a match…

Bobby Rose: If we would have stayed in Tampa when we couldn’t bump into Marshall or Hayley, it’s about making our opportunity Bunny, you know what your father used to say?

Bunny shrugs her shoulders

Bunny Love: I swear officer she said she was 18?

Bobby and Jimmy laugh

Jimmy Lane: Well he did say that a time or two…

Bobby Rose: A time or two but I was talking about the bigger picture…

Bobby sees Prime’s Jenna Salvatore

Bobby Rose: Jenna!!!

Jenna Salvatore looks at Bobby and waves, she walks over towards The Southern Express and Bunny

Jenna Salvatore: Bobby, you aren’t going to believe this, my mom was watching last week and saw you guys, turns out she saw you two in Houston in 1983...she had a huge crush on…

But Jimmy jumps in

Jimmy Lane: Is she still hot?

Jenna gives Jimmy a disgusting look but points to the camera to start rolling

Jenna Salvatore: Congratulations on your Prime debut win last week over The Lodge in what many people are saying was an upset…

Bobby Rose: Well let’s slow down on all this upset talk, I get it, when you look at us you see two slightly older wrestlers…

Bunny Love: SLIGHTLY OLDER…

Bobby Rose: who many think are past their prime but as we showed last week we still have a few tricks up our sleeves…

Jimmy Lane: Brothers Dan and Greg had size and youth on their side but we had experience…

Bobby Rose: I knew we only needed a second, a small opening to take advantage of their inexperience, they never were expecting an Old School small package, they weren’t even looking for it and that’s what we bring to the table Jenna…

Bunny Love: Old moves nobody uses anymore?

Jimmy Lane: No, a moveset that spans decades Bunny…

Bobby Rose: Jimmy and I have been reinventing ourselves day after day, week after week, year after year because we have to...to keep up with the times, to keep up with teams like The Lodge…

Jenna Salvatore: Who are facing off with Richard Garcia and Lavender here tonight…

Jimmy Lane: And that’s why we are here…

Bobby Rose: Two days ago we officially tossed our names into the hat for Brawl #555 and their Tag Team Championship Tournament, as did Richard Garcia and Lavender, so tonight…

Jimmy Lane: We are here to scout them and see what they are all about…

Bobby Rose: Because YES, we want to be the best tag team in the EWC but it starts with being the best tag team here at Prime and that might mean going through the two former singles champions...we are here to find out…

Jimmy Lane: So we will sit back and see how tonight unfolds…

Bunny Love: With are White Claws…

Bunny finishes off the Mango White Claw and drops the can at Jenna’s feet and holds out her hand, Jimmy once again reaches into his jacket and pulls out a can and hands it to Bunny

Bunny Love: You are like the worlds best purse...LIME…

Jenna Salvatore: Well enjoy your night and best of luck at Brawl #555, Prime will be rooting for you guys...as well as Richard and Lavender…

Bunny looks at Jenna

Bunny Love: You know, I don’t think I like you…

Jenna Salvatore: I’m shocked…

Jenna turns and starts to walk away

Jimmy Lane: Tell your mom we said hello…

Bobby smiles as he looks at his partner

Jimmy Lane: What, look at Jenna...she may still be a hotty…

Bunny exhales loudly and storms off

MATCH #3
»TAG TEAM«
RICHARD GARCIA & LAVENDER
Vs THE LODGE

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Everett: Up next we have an interesting one.

Amsler: It's The Lodge taking on the team of Richard Garcia and Lavender. One team is known more for their solo careers but have done well as a team. The other is more known as team but haven't been in either ECW or Prime for long. Is that what you meant by interesting?

Everett: Yes?

Amsler: Thought as much, let's take it to the ring.

"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: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, hailing from and representing The Lodge, weighing in at a combined weight of 500 pounds, Brother Dan and Brother Greg! They are THE LODGE!

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.

Reid: Their opponents, at a combind weight of 342 pounds... RICHARD GARCIA AND LAVENDER!

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 music changes to 'Live to win' by Paul Stanley.

As soon as the song kicks in Richard Garcia bursts through the entrance curtains to an uproar from the crowd. The lights continue to flash in unison with the guitar riffs. Richard Garcia screams to the heavens above with excitement and they then makes their way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as they pass by.

DING DING DING

Greg and Garcia start. Garcia hits Greg with a Superkick to the ribs and attempts a Stunner only for Greg to counter by lifting Garcia for a Side Suplex that Garcia rolls out of before grabbing Greg's left arm and then pulls on Greg's right shoulder bringing him down to the canvas where he applies an Armbar. It's too soon into the match and quickly Greg is back on his feet and Hip Tosses his way out of the armbar before running off the ropes and coming down on Garcia with a Senton before tagging Dan who comes flying into the ring courtesy of an Assisted Cross Body. Dan then smashes down on Garcia with Forearms to the back and shoulders before lifting Garcia for a powerbomb and tagging in Greg before handingGarcia to Greg who drops him with a modified Pump Handle Slam. Greg lifts Garcia for a Suplex but Garcia slips out of hit, hits Greg with a Clothesline and tags Lavender. She leaps over the top rope hitting Greg with a Dropkick and follows up with a DDT. He's close enough to his corner to tag Dan who knocks Lavender down with a Clothesline. He lifts her for a Powerbomb but she's close enough to the corner to climb off Dan's shoulder and onto the middle turnbuckle where she leaps at Dn for a Cross Body but he catches her and hits a Powerslam before tagging Greg in. Dan then lifts Greg for a pop up into a Splash coming down on Lavender. Greg drags Lavender to her feet and somehow she's able to hit Greg with a Michinoqu Driver before tagging Garcia in. Garcia leaps to the top rope and hits Greg with a Moonsault before climbing to the top of a neutral corner. Dan gets in the ring so Garcia leaps hitting a Missile Dropkick and that knocks Dan against the ropes. Garcia runs over and tosses Dan over the top rope to the floor but turns right into a Clothesline that knocks him to the mat.

Everett: He walked into that one. That's what happens when you lose focus and focus on the one that's not legal

Amsler: As much as I hate to admit it, it is a good point. At this level you can not afford to lose focus.

Everett: I need to mark this down! Dateline Sunday April 19th, Asler actually agreed with me!

Amsler: Is that your diary?

Greg lifts Garcia to his feet and attempts a Bodyslam but Garcia slips out of it and attempts Dragon Sleeper. Greg tries to reverse it by getting behind Garcia but this allows Garcia to hit a Stunner. Dan tags in and runs at Garcia who boots him in the face and follows it up with a Superkick that sends him into the corner. Lavender tags in and runs at Dan hitting a Poetry in Motion. Garcia is back in the ring and catches a winded Dan with a Reign Of Fire but instead of making the cover, probably because he's not legal, he moves out of the way as Lavender lands a 450 Splash. The referee counts as Garcia Superkicks Greg.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... RICHARD GARCIA & LAVENDER!

Everett: They did it. Shocks me to say but they did it!

Amsler: Take nothing away from The Lodge they made Garcia and Lavender earn that one.

Everett: Earn? Is Earn short hand for the illegal guy hitting a Reign Of Fire? If it is they certainly EARNED it!

Amsler: And my colleage is now sulking. Wonder if they'll write that down. Something that WILL go down is Colby Korver against Dr Psycho and it's up next.

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MATCH #4
»SINGLES«
Colby Korver
Vs Dr Psycho

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Everett: What a match we have coming up as Colby Korver takes on Dr Psycho

Amsler: That it will. One we haven't seen as much of as we'd like and the other, dare I say has been a bit hit and miss so both will be looking to get a good result here and use it to build some momentum here on Prime.

Everett: Hit and miss? Isn't that England funny speak for you needing to pee? Either way this should be a great match as I'm a big fan of both here tonight.

Amsler: Figures you would be.

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

'Gimme The Prize' by Queen plays as Colby makes his way to the ring. He has his Air Pods in his ears in an attempt to drown out the crowd. Occasionally when he turns to a fan in the crowd he looks down his nose at them with a sneer of contempt.

The Lights in the Arena Darken as the beginning Guitar riff of "Are You Ready?" by AC/DC hits the speakers and the Mac Tron Plays the stage lights at the ramp flash and strobe in an eerie green color.

Reid: His opponent, from Baltimore Maryland Standing 6 Feet 7 Inches Tall Weighing in at 287 Lbs He is the Surgeon of the Squared Circle: DOCTOOOOR PSYYYYCHOOO!!!

As the song continues to play Dr.Psycho rises up from the Stage his back facing us from amid a fog and slowly turns around revealing his face from behind a plague doctor mask with top hat and cane wearing a black cape. He makes a slow march to the ring stepping over the ropes and sitting in his corner

DING DING DING

Both meet in the centre of the ring as Psycho lunges with a Right Hand that Korver ducks. It happens a second time. A third, a fourth, a fifth. Corver laughs at Psycho's inability to hit him and hits Psycho with a Right of his own. It has no effect on the big Psycho who knocks Korver to the canvas with a single punch. Korver scuttles into the corner where he has to duck another punch from Psycho before hitting some shots to the kidneys that do have an effect on the big man. Korver charges at Psycho with a Lariat that has so little effect on him that Korver hits the canvas. Korver gets back to his feet and, after ducking a clothesline, hits Psycho with a running blockbuster. Korver follows up with a series of punches and kicks in an attempt to keep him down on the mat. Psycho reaches up from the canvas and grabs Korver. Once back on his feet he lifts Korver in the air taking and hits a sort of Downward Spiral. Korver staggers into the corner where Psycho charges at him. Korver lifts his feet to block it catching Psycho in the face. He tries to follow it up with a Sleeper but Psycho grabs him and almost Snapmares his way out of the hold. Korver gets right back on his feet and runs right into a Chop to the chest from Psycho followed by a Karate Chop to the neck. Psycho lifts Korver to his feet looking for a DDT but, somehow, Korver is able to Back Drop his way out of it before leaping to the second tunrbuckle and launching himself at Psycho hitting a European Uppercut.

Everett: You got to admire Colby. He's throwing everything he can at Dr Psycho

Amsler: He needs to keep moving or Dr Psycho will throw him at everything.

Everett: Word play, nice.

Amsler: It's kind of my job out here.

Both get to their feet and Korver hits a Chop Block that doesn't take the big man off his feet but knocks him off ballance enough for Korver to hit a German Suplex. Korver climbs to the top turnbuckle and flies at Psycho with an Elbow Drop only to be met with a huge boot in his face. Psycho hits a few shots to the body and a Crane Kick that knocks Korver down. Psycho runs off the ropes and jumps looking for a Flying Body Press only to get nothing but a face full of canvas as Korver moved at the last second. This has dazed Psycho enough to allow Korver to hit a Backdrop Driver. With a handful of tights and his feet on the turnbuckles, Korver makes the cover.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... COLBY KORVER!

Everett: He did it!

Amsler: Some would argue it's a shock result. Some would argue he cheated to get it with his feet on the ropes.

Everett: What is the kids say? 'in before you start blabbing about David and Goliath

Amsler: Not sure David himself needed a fist of material and his feet on the ropes but either way fans make sure you're in, your seat that is, before our next match as we have the Indy Champion in action.

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MATCH #5
»SINGLES«
Dominic Sanders
Vs Silas Isaac Naberius

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Everett: I’ve been waiting for this one, folks. New Indy Champion Dominic Sanders makes his first appearance with that very championship against the returning SIN. I like both of these guys for very different reasons.

Amsler: I knew you would. Silas … and I guess, Pet? The woman who now speaks for Silas, well they’ve promised to rid Prime of Dominic. Hard to think that one match will decide such a thing but that guy has a flair for the dramatic.

Everett: Sanders isn’t going anywhere. He’s the face of Prime.

Amsler: You keep telling yourself that.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

Pet Shop Boys' 'It's a Sin' begins to play as the lights flicker on and off with the beat before cutting out entirely.

“Twenty seconds and counting.”

“T-minus fifteen seconds. Guidance is internal.”

The angelic synthesizers are accompanied by rising lights and smoke; filling the stage in a heavenly white. A clap of thunder and the flickering out of the lights once more sends the arena into darkness as the song kicks in. After a few moments pass Neil Tennant’s voice is heard and, with it, a spotlight floods the entrance way where Silas Isaac Naberius appears in a white suit and black Panama hat. He stands with his back to the camera, holding his cane aloft, before finally spinning around and making his way down the ramp. He twirls the cane as he surveys the arena and stops every so often to talk to Pet.

Reid: First, making his way to the ring... residing in Whitechapel, London, England, weighing 167 lbs... Silas Isaac Naberius!

He climbs the ring steps and takes off his hat, placing it on the top of the ring post, hangs his cane from the turnbuckle, and passes his suit jacket off to Pet at ringside before finally entering the ring. He stalks the ring, watching the crowd, before settling into a corner.

Everett: Well, this guy is just weird. And so is Pet.

Amsler: They certainly have showmanship down but man, he’s got some nasty ulterior motives, I think. He looks like he is up to something.

Everett: Now I said they’re weird but I don’t think he’d be up to anything. He’s here to conduct business, that’s it.

Amsler: Uh-huh, you keep telling yourself that.

The lights go out. 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. She's got the EWC Indy Championship in her hand and raises it up high to the crowd. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to a moderately mixed reaction from the crowd.

Reid: And his opponent... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker… the EWC INDY CHAMPION 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 and hands him the Indy Championship. He grins and high into the air before handing it back to Cora. He moves over to the corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring.

Everett: Look at this man. Look at Dominic Sanders. People hate him because he just wins. He backs up everything he says, so I hope Silas has his A game tonight because Dominic wants to end this campaign here and tonight.

Amsler: He just wins … unless it's against Cyrus Black.

Everett: I knew you’d bring him up. Look. Dominic’s a champion now and Cyrus Black is an afterthought.

Amsler: You’re just full of shit tonight.

DING DING DING

There is an extreme sense of trepidation between the two as they circle the ring. The respective women in the corner also stare at each other from across the canvas. Keeping an eye on each other so neither can allow for a sudden advantage. The match started off slow. Neither man wanted to make the first mistake and it was a struggle from the first lock up. With Dominic having over a hundred pounds on Silas, power won out. Silas was slippery but a shoulder tackle from Sanders off a rebound took him off his feet. And as if to play into the theme of where they were in this society, he muscled Silas down with simple amatuer moves and as Silas tried to wriggle loose, Dominic just shifted to something else. A rear waistlock, a front headlock, a chin lock, anything to dominate the smaller man. Dominic smiled at Cora as he cut off Sila’s latest attempt with a wrench of his arm right into the starting point for a t-bone suplex. But Silas was not going to Funky Town, he took advantage of that brief lapse in concentration with the point of his elbow to Dominic’s head. He cut Dominic down to size with a dropkick to the knee and then rebounded off the ropes with a big boot to the head. Pet looked on with slight approval as Cora urged Dominic to fight back. Sin knelt down and instead of trying to pin the man, he attempts to gouge out Dominic’s eyes with his thumbs.

Everett: There’s nothing on the line except pride for these two… well, I’d say that but I’m not sure what SIN wants.

Amsler: These two men want to go at it full force but well, there’s a huge size disparity and well, as you saw there, Silas doesn’t give a damn about the rules of the squared circle.

Dominic managed to fight out with a huge right to the side of the head. That staggered Silas. It allowed Dominic to take back control. Multiple clotheslines followed up with an irish whip into the corner. Dominic charged in and got a boot to the mush for this trouble. Silas took advantage with a Lung Blower for the first nearfall of this encounter. Instead of going for anything conventional, Silas opts to bend and manipulate the most hated superstar’s fingers ...before actually trying to bite at Dominic’s fingers. The big man shoved Silas away before he could make food from his fingers. Silas struck him with a forearm and then went for Silas’ Ladder but the Indy Champion battled out of the DDT with a shot to the ribs. Sanders then got a double leg takedown, attempting to twist the enigma up with the Texas Bluebonnet. Silas’ wiry frame proves to be trouble as he slips free and kicks Dominic in the face, creating a stalemate between the two.

The official then had his hands full as both Pet and Cora were now on the apron all of a sudden. Both sensing that one would try something in this very moment. What nobody expected is Chuck Gacy sliding into the ring and walloping Dominic Sanders from behind. The referee sees it right away

DING DING DING

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

Neither SIN nor Pet seem surprised at Chuck's sudden appearance. Cora tries to slap Silas but her arm is caught and she is knocked down from behind with a clubbing blow to the head by Pet. Silas drags Cora out of the ring and gets out himself with Pet.

Amsler: Well, this doesn’t make any damn sense.

Gacy kicked and stomped at the Indy Champion.

Gacy: Get your ass up, you Texas sized pussy!

Dominic started to get to his feet to answer the bell. He blocks a right hand from Gacy and gives him one of his own. And another one. And then another one. Gacy is reeling on his feet as Sanders is incensed. The camera shot is in close as suddenly a bat breaks over the back of Sanders!

Everett: Holy shit!

Amsler: Oh of course, NOW it makes sense.

Dominic falls to a knee from the impact of the blow but before he can do anything else, he gets a knee to the side of the head courtesy of Bishop Church!

Mike McGuire appears on screen, broken bat in hand. They toss it aside. This seemed premediative as both members of NSFW are wearing mic packs as opposed to the normal handheld. Gacy joins back in and all three of them lay boots into every square inch of Dominic.

Cora is forced to watch as Silas and Pet restrain her, now at the top of the ramp.

Church: Have to hand it to you, Dominic. Telling us that you and your crew of living garbage don’t travel together. That’s big brain stuff there.

Dominic tries to get to his feet again but Gacy wrapped an arm around his neck, exposing his midsection to the toe-end of Mike’s boot repeatedly.

McGuire: I hope the fuckin’ c***s are’ watching at home right now. I mean, they wouldn’t be here. They’re fuckin’ scared of me and they damn well should be.

Church: What did you say, Sanders?

Dominic broke free of Gacy briefly and swung at Church. The big man dodged and Mike sucker punched him in the ear for it.

Church: Idle threats, right? How’s that working out for you?

The crowd begins to intensify in their booing as there seems to be no end to this assault. No one is coming down. Dominic is all by himself.

McGuire: Look at that, Sanders. This is what months’ worth of shitting on your fucking peers is getting you. Nobody’s coming to help you and nobody fucking should. You deserve this, you sanctimonious prick.

Hocking back, the redhead spits a massive wad of phlegm and saliva right into the Indy Champion’s face before kicking him as hard as they can in the ribs.

Church: We aren’t going to pretend this is business, Dominic. This isn’t because we are trying to show you the error of your ways. It’s because this company would be better off without a piece of shit like you.

Another round of gang style beatdown occurs and the crowd in some strange way is starting to feel sympathy for Sanders. McGuire looks at Gacy.

McGuire: Fuck it, set him on fire.

Gacy actually smiles at that and he goes to depart the ring.

There is a sudden swell of excitement in the crowd. Silas suddenly collapses forward as a steel chair hits over his back.

Amsler: Are you kidding me!? Jordan Freaking Sharpe!?!

Jordan storms down to the ring and slides into the ring, swinging the chair like a wild man. NSFW bows out almost immediately but Chuck doesn’t give a damn, he’ll fight anyone. He drops whatever heinous crime he was about to commit and is the back of the ring. He ducks the first chairshot but Jordan pivots and jabs the butt end of the chair into Gacy’s ribs.

Suddenly, Dominic charges Gacy and clotheslines him out of the ring.

NSFW is long gone. SIN and Pet had already slunk to the back.

Sharpe tosses aside the chair as Dominic and him come to face to face. Dominic looks battered and bruised and most of all confused that this man was standing in front of him as his savior.

Sharpe then gives him the one finger salute and leaves without another word. Cora slides into the ring finally to check on her man.

Amsler: What started as a match ended up a near massacre. I’m not going to even repeat what Gacy and NSFW were about to do here.

Everett: Sandra, I don’t know what to say either. SIN was about to fulfill his promise. You have to think he had something to do with this.

Amsler: It’s a lot to digest. Let’s … just go to commercial break please.

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As cameras go backstage, Faith Rivers is seen standing proudly with the Television Championship around her waist.

Faith: So in tonight’s Main Event, Vivi thinks she’s going to take the Television Championship from me. It would be a hell of a moment in her career if she did. Would put her on the map for sure. But I advise her to not get her hopes too high up, it’ll make things easier when it doesn’t work out quite that way. It’s too bad Vivi broke up with her boyfriend rather suddenly. I’m sure she could’ve used his help getting over the tough defeat about to come her way.

She shrugs.

Faith: Hopefully, she’s already trying to figure out a way to bounce back. Because try as she might, tonight’s not going to her night. But it will end on a Faithful note.

Faith smirks at the camera before walking out of view as we fade.

»SINGLES MATCH«
EWC TELEVISION TITLE

VIVI
Vs FAITH RIVERS (c)

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Everett: Well here we are, Main Event time with the Tv Title on the line here on EWC Prime! 

Amsler: It's the world traveling Vivi vs the TV Champion Faith Rivers, it should be a great contest!

Everett: EWC Prime travels the world anyway so I don't see how she could get in any extra world traveling done while she's wrestling around the world.

Amsler: Good point there Captain Obvious, let's go to the ring anyway and see what Reid has to say.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC PRIME TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!  Introducing first, from Unknown, weighing in at 128 pounds... Vivian!

Little Boxes from Kinky plays as Vivi skips out to the ramp, she waves happily to fans as she jogs down to the ring, she rolls in then warms up with some stretches.

 
Reid: And her opponent, making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for the EWC Television Champion... FAAAITH RIIIVERSSS!

As "Legendary" by Skillet begins to play, the opening lyrics can be heard throughout the arena.

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 the Television Championship around her waist and is pumping up the crowd to her song as she makes her way down the aisle; 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 unfastening the championship from her waist and holding it up for all to see. As she does this, pyros go off in each corner. From there, Faith hands the title over to the referee and retreats to her side of the ring as she waits for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

Both wrestlers don't waste any time at all and charge across the ring! Faith swings a spinning heel kick that Vivi catches then slaps down, she grabs the champion in a headlock then flips her over with a hip toss, Rivers kips up and swings a punch that Vivi blocks then hooks her arm, spins around while hooking the other arm for a quick backslide...1...2...Faith rolls backward then hooks her knees under Vivi's armpits then rolls over for a quick side sunset flip pin 1...2...Vivi kicks out then rolls out of the ring for a breather.  Faith runs to a turnbuckle, she climbs it and pumps up the rowdy crowd.

Everett: Quick technical start here by both ladies as they try to end it early here!

Amsler: Faith has to keep that energy up if she wants to keep that Television Title around her waist!

Vivi rolls back in the ring, Faith approaches her but Vivi grabs her side with a hard pinch! The champion screams then slaps her in the face, both wrestlers start teeing off with punches and slaps on each other before Faith blocks a shot, grabs Vivi in a front face lock and snaps her over with a snap suplex.  The challenger tries to recover by scrambling to her feet but River's nails her with a running knee lift, sending her back down to the canvas.  Faith takes a second to breathe, she smiles and winks to fans in the front row. She picks up Vivi then slams her back down hard with a spinebuster and combo's that with a double leg hook flip over pin....1....2.....Vivi grabs the nearby ropes for a break.  Faith stomps Vivi a few times then pulls her back up, she Irish whips her off of the ropes but Vivi jumps with a crossbody attack!  Faith catches her showing some power, she heaves her up on her shoulders and does the Rivers Current airplane spin! The fans cheer as she hits ten rotations before dropping her down, Vivi is lucky though and rolls out of the ring!

Everett That could've been the match there but Vivi was in a good position to roll out of the ring to avoid a potential pinfall!

Amsler Whoa I think Faith has some high flying in mind here! Look out below!

Faith has climbed the top ropes and jumps to the outside with a spinning corkscrew moonsault but Vivi dodges it and the champion crash lands on her face! The crowds immediately stand up in shock and awe at the really bad landing! Vivi takes a moment to recover while the ref continues his slow count, he's on 5 now as Vivi grabs the champs blonde hair and pulls her up, only for another loud gasp from the crowds as blood is streaming out of Faith's nose, much to the disgust of Vivi who rolls her in the ring and quickly checks to see if any blood got on her. A ringside doctor slides in the ring and checks on the champion, the ref is nearby by Faith waves them away. Vivi rolls in then hits a baby spear on Faith as she tries to stand up, blood flies on the canvas and splashes all over both wrestlers as they land on the canvas. Vivi hooks her leg, getting more blood on her, 1....2.....Faith kicks out! Vivi stands up, visibly frustrated and covered in Faith's nose blood. She waits for Faith to get to her feet then hits the OH HAI spinning kick right to the champion's face, splashing blood on the referee but causing her to fall through the middle ropes outside the ring. Vivi drops to her knees and shakes her head.

Everett She hit OH HAI but The Champion was lucky she fell out of the ring here! This could be a count-out if Vivian doesn't hurry up and get her back in the ring!

The ref hits 8 as Vivi slowly rolls a half conscience Faith back in the ring, she rolls in herself and waits patiently for the champion to get back to her feet, both of them covered in Faith's non-stop nose blood now. Vivi spins around for another OH HAI kick but Faith ducks it and rolls her up! 1....2......Vivi kicks out! Faith grabs her by the hair and throws her into the turnbuckle but Vivi jumps, springboards off of the middle buckle with a flying clothesline that gets reversed in mid-air with Faithful running cutter! 1....2....3!!!

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner by pinfall, and still Television Champion...Faiiithhhh Riiiiveeerss!!!

The ringside doctor rushes to her again and holds a white towel to her face, Faith throws it off of her and holds her Television Title high for the screaming fans to see.

Everett:She did it! What a title defence by Faith Rivers, there is blood everywhere now, all over her, the referee, the ring apron. What a blood bath tonight!

Amsler: Faith showed lots of heart there, I hope she didn't break that honker of hers, that'll mess up her looks for the cameras for sure!

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Nevaeh
Ace King
Southern Express
Faith Rivers

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Church

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Prime

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Prime

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Church

MATCH SIX
WRITER: Mag Hyperion

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH
Jordan Sharpe Vs Stalker
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe 
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SINGLES MATCH 
Silver Ann Gold Vs Professor I.V.O
WINNER: Silver Ann Gold 

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TAG TEAM MATCH 
Richard Garcia & Lavender Vs The Lodge
WINNERS: Richard Garcia & Lavender 

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SINGLES MATCH 
Colby Korver Vs Dr Psycho
WINNER: Colby Korver
 
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SINGLES MATCH 
Dominic Sanders Vs Silas Isaac Naberius
WINNER: Dominic Sanders

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SINGLES MATCH  / EWC TELEVISION TITLE
Vivi Vs Faith Rivers (c) 
WINNER: Faith Rivers

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Dominic Sanders
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dominic Sanders Vs Silas Isaac Naberius

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