PRIME #65 - Vechta, Germany - 05.03.20

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WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly, EWC and its producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #65
MAY 3rd 2020


LIVE! FROM THE RASTA DOME IN VECHTA, GERMANY

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 Rasta Dome, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.

Micah Everett: Guten Tag and willkommen to Germany. Hope you have your tickets ready as we are on the rail track to World Wide and we have pulled in at the Prime episode 65 station. 

Sandra Amsler: Are you going to be doing this from now until World Wide?

Everett: Probably.

Amsler: We have Dominic Sanders and Jordan Sharpe both in action tonight as well as some new passengers in Spectre and Dio. And in our main event Silver Ann Gold will go for gold against the EWC TV Champion, Faith Rivers. It's going to be a huge show! 

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MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Karzan Locke
Vs Silas Isaac Naberius

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Everett: We have a huge match to kick things off tonight. Well half of it is.

Amsler: It may seem a miss match on paper but wrestling doesn't happen on paper. SIN made a hell of an impression on the last show and he'll be looking to make another one tonight.

Everett: Yeah. Anyone got a door like the one in Star Wars so Karzan Locke can uses SIN to make an impression. Loser buys dinner deal?

Amsler: SIN may just surprise you. Deal.

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall. 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.

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

Locke hits SIN right in the face with a Big Boot that knocks him to the canvas. Locke grabs him and carries him to the corner where he hits a Ragnarok. He places a foot on SIN's chest

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Everett: And that is that! Dinner on you. I'm starving!

Amsler: Well it could have happened. That said sometimes a big boot from a three hundred pounder is a big boot from a three hundred pounder. Even if this match had gone twenty minutes, not many get up from a Ragnarok

Everett: What sounds good to you? Indian? Chinese? Pasta? All the above? Hell, we're in Germany we could get one of those bratwurst things.

Amsler: While my friend here looks up every restaurant in the Vechta area, don't you go far as we have Jordan Sharpe in action and Everett's big book f train puns to suffer through.

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[On the titantron a video begins to play. It is set inside a typical therapist's office, complete with the typical therapist's long chair for the patient to lie on. In this case, the patient is "The Bad Bitch" Quinn Collins, who is lying with her eyes closed. Her therapist, a slightly older man with a beard and glasses, sits opposite her, a notepad resting on his knees]

Therapist: Now describe to me this dream you've been having

Collins: I'm inside this house. There's a can of gasoline in my hand. I start to pour the gasoline everywhere. I'm covering this entire house in gasoline, not an inch is spared. When I'm done, I take a match out of my pocket. I light it. I throw it on the ground.

“Suddenly, I'm taken to a fire station. I'm decked out head to toe in firefighter gear. I'm a firefighter. I hear this call over our radio: "Fire at 173 Main Street"”

“Next thing I know I'm inside a fire truck pulling up to this place. A woman comes rushing over, screaming "my baby is inside". I tell her "I'm on it" and sprint to the house. There's fire and smoke all over the place....but I do recognise the layout. It's the same one I was in at the start...and then I wake up”

[Quinn opens her eyes and begins to sit up]

Therapist: That to me sounds like a classic case of a hero complex

Collins: A what now?

Therapist: A hero complex. Somebody who deliberately sets up situations that allow them to swoop in and play the role of the hero. Often, it's because they seek recognition as that kind of hero figure or to create a better image of themselves in their own mind. I find it interesting that this seems to be the recurring dream you're having

Collins: Why's that? I have no need to validate to myself that I'm a hero, I know that already

Therapist: And what makes you say you're a "hero"?

Collins: Are you serious? Have you not heard that I was told I'd never wrestle again because of a severe neck injury only for me to beat the odds and return to wrestling?

Therapist: And how did you sustain this injury?

[Anger begins to bubble in Quinn]

Collins: Are you actually suggesting I injured myself on purpose in order to make a miraculous recovery and return, all just to gain some adulation? Do you think anyone is that fucked up that they'd purposefully injure themselves and go through all the pain and rehab that I had to go through?

Therapist: You'd be surprised some of the things people have told they've done, nothing would shock me anymore. To answer your question, no I don't think you intentionally injured yourself...but it is fairly clear to me that you do seek validation as a hero and that part at least is consistent with someone with a hero complex, someone like the person you described in your dream. We don't dream for no reason. Perhaps this recurring dream is indicative that you, on a subconscious level, actually don't think you are the hero you claim to be

[There is a silence as Quinn takes in the therapist's words]

Collins: Well that's certainly some food for thought

Therapist: I think between now and our next session, have a good, long hard think about exactly what makes a hero and whether what you did fits into that. If it does, then also consider why it matters so much that people view you that way...why does it really matter if you're a hero or not?

"Anyway, that's the end of our hour for this week"

[Both Quinn and the therapist stand]

Collins: Thank you, Doctor Phillips

Phillips: My pleasure, Ms Collins. Don't you fear, I will get you sorted.

The video feed cuts off, leaving one phrase on the titantron:

#CURECOLLINS2020

MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Jordan Sharpe
Vs Aeon Khronos

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Everett: Coming up we have Jordan Sharpe versus Aeon Khronos.

Amsler: Jordan Sharpe is heading to World Wide and the Indy Champion Dominic Sanders but a loss here could derail his momentum. While Aeon Khronos is looking to get his own career back on track.

Everett: Derail? Really? On Track? Really?

Amsler: I thought I'd get the first one in. I know you probably have pages of puns.

The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of The Time Wizard himself.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Now hailing from The Edge of Time Itself, weighing in at around 180 pounds, he is the Master of Time…AEON KHRONOS!

The fans continue booing, but Aeon pays them no mind as he makes his way to the ring, sliding in with a smirk on his face.

Reid: His opponent, 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.

DING DING DING

Sharpe charges at Khronos but gets caught by a Palm Thrust that staggers him. Khronos lifts Sharpe for a Side Suplex but he rolls out of it but walks into a DDT. Sharpe stumbles into the corner where Khronos Irish Whips him into the opposite corner before running at Sharpe and hitting him in the face with his knees before Monkey Flipping Sharpe out of the corner. Khronos charges at Sharpe who lifts Khronos into the air and tries to Clothesline him. Khronos ducks it sending Sharpe off the ropes. Khronos tries to lift Sharpe but he rolls out of it and runs the ropes again hitting a V Trigger Knee that staggers Khronos allowing him to hit a Spinebuster. Sharpe lifts Khronos for a Suplex but he tries to back drop his way out of it but Sharpe shifts his weight and lands on his feet. Sharpe tries for a reverse DDT but Khronos knees him in the face before hitting a Bulldog.

Everett: He put the buffers on that DDT.

Amsler: That he did.

Everett: Sharpe needs to find subway to win here tonight if he has any chance of beating Dominic Sanders, but it's not looking likely.

Amsler: Did you say "subway to win"?

Everett: No. You're hearing things.

Khronos drags Sharpe to his knees and hits a DDT. He then runs of the ropes and hits a Double Knee Drop. Khronos then grabs Sharpe's wrist and locks on a Wristlock that he transitions to a Hammerlock as both men reach their feet. Quickly, Sharpe is able to counter it and slip behind Khronos hitting him with a Reverse DDT. As Khronos uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet using the ropes, he doesn't see Sharpe who catches Khronos hitting the Sharpeknife. He makes the cover.

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DING DING DING

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

Everett: Yeah he won but he attacked his opponent from behind.

Amsler: It's the Sharpeknife, it's how the move is applied.

Everett: By attacking the guy from behind like the cheap shot artist he is.

Amsler: Sharpe had to battle through that match but he got himself an opportunity to hit his finisher and he took it. However, while I explain to my colleague the difference between attacking from behind and applying moves, don't you go far as we have Lavender versus Nevaeh up next.

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As the cameras go backstage, Nevaeh seems to be on her way somewhere with Heaven’s Helper when she’s pulled into a side darkened hallway. At first, she looks ready to use her weapon on the person who grabbed her. But refrains when she sees who it is.

Nevaeh: Next time you might wanna think twice before grabbing me.

Nev takes a moment to regain her composure and lets out a breath as she studies Nezumi.

Nevaeh: Nice shirt, by the way.

The corners of her mouth flicker with a smile. This time it is the Rat King who has her t-shirt on.

Nezumi Hazama: I think you do well with a scare every now and again.

Nezumi looks down at his shirt.

Nezumi Hazama: Yours is a lot more fashionable than mine, I have to admit. I can wear this just about anywhere and still feel cute.

After his comment, Nezumi’s expression seems to harden.

Nezumi Hazama: Tonight is a big step in the right direction. Lavender’s head will roll, and I’ll be here to cheer you on when the people scream in horror.

Nevaeh: I like the sound of this direction better by the minute.

Nev nods.

Nevaeh: Speaking of the direction, I was actually on my way to see the General Managers. Hoping to get my match changed up a bit.

Nev thinks about that momentarily.

Nevaeh: If they know what’s good for them, they’ll grant my request.

Her statement is followed up with a wicked smile. Nezumi returns the same smile.

Nezumi Hazama: Oh, they’ll listen. They have to at this point. It’s illogical.

He stands next to her as they start their way down the hallway.

Nezumi Hazama: If not, they’ll soon learn the consequences of ignoring you. It’s easy to understand what they are.

Nevaeh: No kidding.

Nev adds with a laugh as she glances toward her sledgehammer.

Nevaeh: Let’s go see what they have to say.

And with that, they continue walking til they’re out of view.

MATCH #3
»SINGLES«
Nevaeh
Vs Lavender

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Everett: Got ourselves a hell of a match next. Lavender looks to finally rebound from losing that Television championship against the always formidable Neveah.

Amsler: That girl’s got a mean streak a mile wide, She had made the general managers here very aware that she’s not happy about her place here.

Everett: And this is Nezumi fella, he’s awoken something in here.

Amsler: Getting laid does that every once in awhile.

Everett: How crass!

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

The german audience pops for the pale skinned fighter and she briefly acknowledges that.

Everett: Lavender has a lot on her plate. She’s got a spot in that huge tag title tourney with her partner Richard Garcia and you got a bet she wants another chance at that TV title.

Amsler: She’s a paradox to me honestly. She took down Cyrus Black and then the next, she’s down and out.

Everett: That’s called lack of focus.

Amsler: Who knows? But there is more to her than meets the eye.

Reid: His/her opponent, now residing in Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 124 pounds... NEVEAH!

Damon Reid already made his introduction and “Gasoline” by Porcelain and the Tramps is already playing, but Nevaeh is nowhere to be seen. That was until the MacTron flickers to life and we see her standing there twirling Heaven’s Helper before the camera. She waits for her music to be stopped before continuing on.

Nevaeh: Sorry for the bit of delay.

Amsler: I doubt that! She’s up to something.

Nevaeh: But I am just coming from Marshall and Hayley’s office and I just couldn’t wait to share the good news with you, Lavender.

Lavender looks intrigued as she tilts her head at the MacTron.

Nevaeh: It looks like they still don’t care about your well being. Because after a bit of persuasion…

She tosses her sledgehammer back and forth between both hands.

Nevaeh:...they decided to make this a X-Division Rules Match!

The news doesn’t seem to phase Lavender in the least. She motions Nev to bring it as she fades from the MacTron.

Neveah’s music kicks back up and she makes her way to the ring, intentions laid bare.

DING DING DING

As soon as that bell rang, Neveah charged at Lavender, sledgehammer in hand. It was a wild swing and it fortunately missed Lavender. The former TV champ realizes that something has changed. As Neveah hefts Heaven’s Helper back into her hands, Lavender dropkicks the platinum blonde in the back. The impact sends the sledgehammer flying. Lavender had been caught unaware so despite this being declared a X-Division bout, she tried to ice her fiery hot opponent. She did everything in her power to keep this woman from reclaiming that instrument of brutality. She frustrated Neveah with three quick deep arm drags, followed up by a high back body drop. Lavender dumped Neveah over the top rope and planted a nasty dropkick on the kisser of Neveah, sending her flying back first into the announcer’s table. She briefly looks to the sledgehammer and then decides against it. Instead she opted to scale the top turnbuckle, keeping the crowd alive so their energy can pulse through her. Nevaeh looks up just in time to see her opponent leaping off the top turnbuckle with a diving clothesline! Nevaeh sidesteps and she crashes and burns into the announce table, collapsing it!

Everett: Well, shit! You alright? Lavender nearly just broke me in two!

Amsler: Wow, concern. However, I’m letting the people know that you’re currently hiding behind the barricade.

Everett: Lies!

Amsler: Anyway, Nevaeh looks like she’s survived that initial assault from Lavender, she doesn’t look too good herself to be honest, though!

Favoring her back, Neveah drags Lavender from the wreckage of the table and puts the boots to her. As this match has no rules, the referee is forced to watch as Nevaeh vindictively takes a broken plank of the table and maliciously beats Lavender with it over her back! Each hit splinters off pieces flying everywhere! In contrast to her pale skin, Lavender’s body is covered in red welts from Nevaeh’s heinous attack. Grabbing handfuls of her dark hair, Nevaeh drags Lavender up to her feet and backhands her across the face! Lavender goes to a knee momentarily but that may have done more good than harm. Naveah goes for another and it gets blocked, Lavender spins her around and drops her on the concrete floor with a DDT! Now that may have caused some harm because Lavender knows that the pinfall can only happen in the ring. Lifting her up, Neveah deadweights her as blood trickles down her bottom lip. Finally, Lavender rolls Neveah back into the ring but unfortunately only gets the two count. She doesn’t let that deter her as she brings her back up, kick to the gut, and cinches both arms up for the Butterfly Effect! Neveah dropped to a knee, broke free, and then sent Lavender down and out with the Fall from Grace!

And that should have done it...but for a brief moment, Neveah looked to the back and nodded, whether to herself or someone else. She circled Lavender briefly, assessing the damage. She wiped away the blood amassing on a fat lip that Lavender just gave her.

She smiled. Grabbing up Heaven’s Helper, she stalked her prey. Lavender stumbled to her feet and Neveah seized on this. Blunt force, she ran the end of the hammer right into the side of Lavender’s head, collapsing her. She laughed wickedly, kneeling down on Lavender’s chest for an emphatic one, two, three.

DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via PINFALL... NEVEAH!

Everett: Well, fuck.

Amsler: What do you even say to that?

Everett: She seems proud, there she goes with that sledgehammer. She’s always been vicious but never like this before.

Amsler: After that we really need to take a break but we have a debuting Dio coming right up

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MATCH #4
»SINGLES«
Dio
Vs Colby Korver

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Everett: What a match this promises to be.

Amsler: Dio is making his debut tonight and he's in there against Colby Korver. Should be a good one

Everett: You know I like this Colby Korver.

Amsler: In other news: water, wet.

Amsler: What do you mean by that?

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

"Gimmie The Prize" by Queen plays as Colby Korver steps through the curtain and heads to the ring. Occasionally he stops and walks toward the fans at ringside but always stays at least an arms length away.

Reid: His opponent, residing in Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 205 pounds... DIO!

"Change (in the house of flies)" by Deftones plays as Dio runs to the ring motioning with his arms for the crowd to raise their arms to the sky.

DING DING DING

Korver runs at Dio with a Lariat but Dio hits him with a Standing Dropkick that staggers him. A second attempt has a similar ending. On the third attempt, Korver ducks the dropkick but gets a Double Foot Stomp in his spine instead. Korver raises his arms for a Collar and Elbow tie up. Dio obliges. Until he turns it into an Armdrag that is. He turns the Armdrag into an Amrmbar on the canvas and as Korver gets to his feet an Arm Wringer into another Arm Drag. This time as Korver gets to his feet it's a Standing Dropkick he gets. Moving very slowly toward Dio, Korver swipes with a punch that Dio ducks. It's a fakeout as Korver hits Dio with a Swinging Neckbreaker that he follows up with a running European Uppercut to the back of the neck. Korver lifts Dio for a Powerbomb but he counters it into a Hurricanranna before running at a dazed Korver and hitting a Laertius Effect. He hooks the leg.

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

Everett: And like that it's over!

Amsler: He shook up Colby Korver who clearly looked past him with that Hurricanranna and that left him open for the Laertius Effect. I'm sure we'll see more of him here on Prime.

Everett: More of him cheating. What is it with everyone cheating tonight?

Amsler: How in..? You know what? No. I'm not falling for it.I'm going to take a few minutes but don't go far as we have the Indy Champion, Dominic Sanders and a debuting Spectre up next







You feast your eyes upon Jordan Sharpe, and it's immediately the manliest thing you've ever seen. He's wearing an officially licensed JFS Crop Top, a headband, sweatbands and he's curling two model trains as he glistens sweat. Sweat that smells like bacon.

JFS: Ohh. Hey there. Didn't see you there. Ohh no big deal, just getting my pump on. Ohh these? Yeah these are diecast trains by Lionel. Pretty expensive, but I just use 'em for workin' out.

Sharpe stands, and your eyes can't help but admire his thick juicy rump as it leaves a sweat stain on the bench that he's obviously not going to clean up. His shorts are much too small and his bulbous cheeks are in plain view. He is basically a sex god.

JFS: Some people ask me, Jordan, how could you ... train ... for something like a Crazy Train match? Bro, that's not even a regular match! Well, that's simple. You see, while Dominic Sanders is off probably doing I dunno kegels or something, I'm in the gym DOIN' THE REAL WORK, BROTHER!

Sharpe screams for no apparent reason, and slams a water bottle labelled 'pickle juice.'

JFS: AHHHHHHHH. WATCH THIS SHIT.

Jordan stomps across the gym, and just starts shovelling coal that's for some reason also in the gym.

JFS: TRAINS STILL RUN ON COAL RIGHT!?!

He throws the shovel off camera.

JFS: Dominic Sanders. You see what you're dealing with now? Your challenge for a Crazy Train match is the biggest mistake you've made yet. I am coming for my Indy Championship. When I throw you off that train and outta this brand and you break every bone in your body just remember this is what peak performance looks like.

Sharpe takes another spin to the camera, showing off his .. glutes ..

JFS: Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta jawzrsize now to make sure my mouth is strong as ever.

He puts a rubber ball in his mouth and starts furiously chewing on it like some kind of gnawing beast.

OKAY, THAT'S IT. WE'VE BEEN TOO QUIET FOR TOO FUCKING LONG. I USUALLY DON'T SPEAK IN SEGMENTS BUT THIS IS RIDICULOUS. WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING?! WHAT ARE WE WEARING?! WHAT IS THIS BALL GAG?! WHY ... WHY does our ass look .... look so good. God damn, kid. Keep it up. It's workin' for us.

MATCH #5
»SINGLES«
Dominic Sanders
Vs Spectre

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Everett: What a match we have coming up. The Indy Champion, Dominic Sanders!

Amsler: Will be in action against a newcomer to Prime, Spectre.

Everett: Some lame ass wannabe that took his name from a Bond movie? You think that's going to worry The Champion?

Amsler: We'll see at the end won't we? If Sanders looks past Spectre to Worldwide and Jordan Sharpe, he could well come away with a loss here tonight.

The lights go out in the arena. Purple pyrotechnics burst up on the stage and down the sides of the ramp heading towards the ring. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing. Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stares out at the fans. Suddenly, Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a purple dress and purple streaks in her hair. 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: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

Dominic beats his chest with both fists and raises his arms in the air with a roar. The crowd reacts even louder as he starts to make his way down to the ring. A cocky grin can be seen under the hood of his sweatshirt as he walks down the ramp hand-in-hand with Cora at his side.

Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Cora joins him at his side 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.

The lights in the arena grow dim as the opening notes of “When Darkness Spoke” echoes through the PA system. A single light shines on the entranceway as Spectre appears as if appearing from the ether.

Reid: His/her opponent, From the Place that time Forgot, Weighing in at 175lbs, SPECTRE!

He begins a slow walk down towards the ring moving as if on air, all his movements slow and silent. He wipes his feet on the apron before getting into the ring and going to his corner. The music abruptly ends as the lights turn back on.

DING DING DING

Sanders raises his arms for a Collar And Elbow tie up but knees Spectre in the gut when he goes to lock up with Dominic. Sanders then follows up with Forearms to the back that knock Spectre to the canvas where Sanders stomps on him until the referee pulls him away. Sanders pushes the referee away only to walk into a Spinning Heel Kick from Spectre. Spetre then unloads on Sanders with a series of rights before going for a very early Amityville that Sanders counters. Only to be hit by an Enziguri from Spectre. He then shoots Sanders off the ropes only to be blasted with a Clothesline From Hell. Sanders lifts Specter to his feet and hits a Brainbuster but instead of going for the cover, he attempts to apply an Armbar. Spectre is able to get to his feet before the hold is fully applied so Sanders attempts a Hammerlock only for it to be countered with an armdrag. Spectre keeps hold of Sanders' arm and applies a Cross Armbraker. Sanders screams while trying to wriggle out of the hold and to the ropes. It's eventually broken when Sanders gets a toe on the bottom rope. Spectre releases his grip on Sanders and gets to his feet only to be blasted by Sanders after asecond Clothesline From Hell this time to the back of the head.

Everett: That's what I'm talking about. Spectre failed to pay attention to his opponent and paid for it.

Amsler: At least Spectre didn't take his opponent so lightly that he ended up screaming like a baby not two minutes ago.

Everett: That was two minutes ago. Dominic Sanders deals with the here and now.

Amsler: I'm not going there. I'm not falling for it.

Sanders picks Spectre off the mat and drops him with a Chokeslam before climbing to the top turnbuckle. He dives at Spectre with a Titletown but at the last second, Spectre moves. Sanders hits nothing but canvas. Spectre lands on Sanders following some kind of running Swanton. As Spectre gets back to his feet, Sanders hides a low blow from the referee's view in a School Boy attempt. The referee counts.

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Sanders punches the canvas in frustration as he gets to his feet. Just as Spectre charges off the ropes and at Sanders. He's caught by Sanders who hits a Riptide and makes the cover.

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DING DING DING

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

Everett: And The Champ wins again!

Amsler: It was close though. Spectre pushed him to his limit.

Everett: Pushed? The closest this came to "pushed" is Sanders pushed by Spectre out of his way here tonight just like he's going to push Jordan Sharpe out somehwere around Manchester!

Amsler: We need to push off ourselves for a moment but don't go far as we have a Television Title Match coming up next!

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As cameras go backstage, Faith Rivers is looking down at the Television Championship held within her hands as she sits atop a cable box. A few moments pass before she is approached by Jenna Salvatore.

Jenna: Excuse me, Faith.

Upon the interruption, Faith hops down to her feet and places the championship over her shoulder as she stands before the Prime interviewer.

Jenna: Just wondering how you’re feeling as your next defense draws closer?

Faith: Confident.

Jenna: Confident is good. But aren’t you the least bit worried there’s a chance Silver Ann might take the Television Championship away from you?

Faith: There’s always a chance for that happening. No matter who I’m up against. But I’m pretty determined to make sure that it doesn’t.

Faith turns her attention to the camera.

Faith: I get that you’re coming to give me a fight, Silver. I welcome it. But that still doesn’t mean I’m about to let walk out of the Rasta Dome with the Television Championship. Even if you fight me every step of the way, I’m still going to have to find a way to end this on a Faithful note. So when that moment comes, if you want to see me as the bad guy, that’s up to you. Then again, I guess you already do. Can't let that bother me though. No matter how you decide to see me, I won’t let it deter me from what I must do to keep this right where it’s at!

Faith pats the Television Championship and walks out of view as we fade.

»SINGLES MATCH «
EWC TELEVISION TITLE MATCH

SILVER ANN GOLD
Vs FAITH RIVERS (c)

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Everett: It's been a hell of a night here in the Rasta Dome but it's time for our main event.

Amsler: It's Faith Rivers defending the TV Title against Silver Ann Gold. Will Faith leave her opponent Faithless or will Silver take the gold?

Everett: I like what you did there.

Amsler: Came to me on the flight over.

A bright guitar plays over the speakers as pink and gold house lights flash, a peppy beat joining in.

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So while you’re here in my arms
Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young!

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.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC Television Championship! Introducing first, making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, she is the Glitterbomb, SILVER ANN GOLD!

‘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.

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 EWC TV Title around her waist and is pumping up the crowd to her song as she makes her way down the aisle.

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

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 waits for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

Silver runs at Faith who catches her with a Drop Toe Hold and an Elbow Drop to the middle of Silver's back before picking her up to her feet and dropping Silver back to the canvas with a Snap Suplex. Faith lifts Silver up and shoots her off the ropes. Silver ducks a Clothesline and hits Faith with a Dropkick that staggers Faith into the corner. Silver charges at Faith who tries to hoist Silver over her head but all it does is allows Silver to hit Faith with a Hurricanrana. Silver runs at Faith with a Cross Body only for Faith to roll out of the ring causing Silver to eat Canvas. Faith shouts something at the crowd and turns just in time to see Silver leap onto the top rope and down on Faith with a Molly Go Round.

Silver rolls Faith back into the ring and follows her. Right into a big boot by Faith. She then grabs Silver's foot and raises it into the air before driving Silver's knee into the canvas. Silver screams in pain as Faith grabs Silvers leg before dropping elbows onto the left knee Silver uses the ropes to drag herself to her feet just as Faith runs at her with a low dropkick to the knee. At the last second Silver moves her leg and Faith hits noting but canvas as Silver lands on her with a standing one legged moonsault.

Everett: Silver giving all she can.

Amsler: She won't be doing moves like that if Faith keeps damaging that knee so Silver Ann Gold needs to take advantage while she can.

Everett: Did you agree with me?

Amsler: I'm glad this is the main event, I need to shower.


Silver lifts Faith off the mat and Irish whips her but Faith reverses it sending Silver into the corner. Faith goes for a Handspring Elbow but Silver slips out of the corner at the last second and Faith crashes into the corner. Silver bounces of the middle rope hitting Faith with a veriation of a Beautiful Disaster Kick. Silver goes to lift Faith up off the canvas but Faith pulls at Silver's knee sending her to the mat. On her feet again, Faith tries to apply a Figure Four but Silver grabs her rolling her up in a Small Package.

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Instead of kicking out, Faith rolls her weight so she is now covering Silver.

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Faith picks herself up of the canvas just as Silver grabs her and kicks off the turnbuckle with her right foot hitting an Over The Rainbow. The cover.

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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and the NEW EWC Television Champion... SILVER ANN GOLD!

Everett: She did it!

Amsler: Overcoming the knee and using her one good leg, she just needed a split second to go Over The Rainbow and she is the new champion.

Everett: But will she make it to World Wide?

Amsler: I don't know but there's only one way to find out. Join us next week as we all take a huge step closer to World Wide.

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Quinn Collins
Nevaeh/ Nezumi
Jordan Sharpe
Faith Rivers
ETC

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Prime

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Prime

MATCH THREE
WRITER: NSFW

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Prime

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Prime

MATCH SIX | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Prime

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH 
Karzan  Locke Vs Silas Isaac Naberius
WINNER: Karzan Locke
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SINGLES MATCH 
Jordan Sharpe Vs Aeon Khronos
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe

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SINGLES MATCH 
Nevaeh Vs Lavender
WINNER: Nevaeh

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SINGLES MATCH
Dio Vs Colby Korver
WINNER: Dio

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SINGLES MATCH 
Dominic Sanders Vs Spectre
WINNER: Dominic Sanders

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SINGLES MATCH  /EWC TELEVISION TITLE
Silver Ann Gold Vs Faith Rivers (c)
WINNER: Silver Ann Gold (new TV Champion)

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Dio
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Silver Ann Gold Vs Faith Rivers

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