Post by PRIME on May 17, 2020 22:21:52 GMT -6
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WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly, EWC and its producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #66
MAY 17 2020
LIVE! from the Patinoire René Froger in Briançon, France
EWC PRIMEPRIME
EPISODE #66
MAY 17 2020
LIVE! from the Patinoire René Froger in Briançon, France
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, Dio, Dominic Sanders, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, The Southern Express, Silver Ann Gold, Lavender, Aeon Khronos, The Porter Company, El Pablo, Richard Garcia, Quinn Collins and Vivi are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd...
The camera centers on ringside at the Patinoire Rene Froger, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.
Micah Everett: Bonjour to you all!
Sandra Amsler: We are just two weeks away from World Wide and it is a packed show tonight. We have the EWC Indy Champion, Dominic Sanders, his World Wide Challenger, Jordan Sharpe, Faith Rivers, Vivi, The Southern Express, Nevaeh all in action. Plus we have the new EWC TV Champion, Silver Ann Gold who only won the title last show defending against the impressive Dio.
Everett: You know Jordan Sharpe might not be in action tonight or at World Wide. According to a source of mine, since we arrived in France he's come down with a strain of Carpel Tunnel known as Channel Tunnel
Amsler: Oh for fu...
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MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Lavender
Vs Colby Korver
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»SINGLES«
Lavender
Vs Colby Korver
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Everett: This should be a good one.
Amsler: Lavender versus Colby Korver. Both didn't have great nights last time so both will be out here looking to right that wrong.
Everett: and hope that the next leap, will be the leap home.
Amsler: That's from Star Wars right? I'm sure Ripley says it the start when The Enterprise comes into view.
Everett: IT'S FROM QUANTUM! ... I mean let's go to the ring.
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 walks to the ring. He stays just out of reach of the fans as he passes them.
Reid: His opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 132 pounds... 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 crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome.
Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring. As Lavender reaches ringside she walks over to the steel steps, walks up them and enters the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and holding her arms up high in the air. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.
DING DING DING
Lavender runs at Korver who ducks looking for a Back Drop. Instead, Lavender hits a DDT. Korver looks dazed already as Lavender grabs him hitting a Amity Affliction. She hooks the leg as she makes the cover.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... Lavender!
Everett: My god that was fast! At this rate, we'll be back in the hotel in about half an hour.
Amsler: Lavender certainly came here tonight with a point to prove. Not sure if Korver turned up.
Everett: That DDT rocked him that hard I swear I can hear Bon Jovi.
Amsler: Well that was.. a thing. Folks you really don't want to go far as never know how much you could miss if you do. Join us in a moment as we have Spectre and Vivi up next
A man sits on a bench at a dingy laundromat. An elderly lady is beside him but pays him no mind. He glances up at the camera; a face so full of dark makeup he looks like he held a cartoon bomb longer than he should have.
Dark Side Dustin: A year ago to this very day I was a staple in a now dead federation. Grindhouse, they called me. Star after star fell back to Earth from my hands. I pulled gods down into mortality. Blood was spilled. Lives were lost. And now I have returned, but in a new land full of civilians posing as victims. They do not know me. They will earn the privilege to.
He is forced to speak louder as the clothes running enter the drying cycle.
Dark Side Dustin: So here I am, entering the fold to spin a new saga. To cause a wrinkle in the fabric of Prime. You who plan to hamper my bloodlust beware - I am not washed up.
The old woman next to him nods off.
Dark Side Dustin: I've been honing my craft in various abandoned buildings and places of worship. Cemeteries, back alleyways, rotary clubs...I have become well-traveled in my odyssey, and now I stand at the doorstep of EWC.
The mad lad begins to get testy, going from 0 to 60 in a single turn of the dryer.
Dark Side Dustin: No one can out-dark me! I'm as dark as a panther in a vat of engine oil that needed changing back in the Nixon Era! Blacker than a piece of obsidian rock stuck up Mr. Game & Watch's ass! More evil than a celebrity naming their children! You'll see...you'll all see!
A buzzer goes off. Dustin stands up and checks his laundry. It's a luchador mask. He ties it on.
Dark Side Dustin: Still wet...like the tears of my prey.
Satisfied, Dark Side turns, kicks the door of the laundromat open, and steps out into the brisk night.
Dark Side Dustin
He Be Comin
He Be Comin
MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Vivi
Vs Spectre
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»SINGLES«
Vivi
Vs Spectre
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As cameras go to ringside, “Little Boxes” by Kinky is playing out as Vivi makes her way toward the ring.
Reid: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Unknown, weighing in at 128 pounds...Vivi!
Amsler: A couple shows ago, Vivi really laid into the now former Television Champion, Faith Rivers, after her nose was busted open. It wasn’t a pretty sight. Looking forward to seeing how far she’ll go to get the victory here tonight.
Everett: She may want it, but I’m not like her chances at getting it.
Amsler: And why is that?
With “When Darkness Spoke” echoing throughout the PA system, a single light shines on the entrance way as Spectre looks as if he’s appearing from the ether. All his moves are slow and silent as he heads down the aisle.
Reid: And her opponent, making his way to the ring from the Place Time Forgot and weighing in at 175 pounds...Spectre!
Everett: On the last show, Spectre pushed our Indy Champion to the limit and I can’t see him letting another victory escape him.
Amsler: Vivi is probably thinking the same thing, soooooo….
Everett: What in the world?
As Spectre is wiping his feet on the apron, Vivi charges him. He gets knocked off but lands on his feet. That’s when Vivi runs in with a baseball slide.
Amsler: Well, we know Vivi can be unpredictable at times.
When he looks off balance, Vivi launches herself over the top for a crossbody. But Spectre catches her, finds his footing, and rams her back first into the ringpost. He then tosses her back into the ring. Once he enters the ring as well, the match is officially started.
DING DING DING
Apparently Spectre didn’t like being jumped ahead of time, because he doesn’t give her a chance to regroup. He goes right to work. He keeps her down with a series of moves. The crowd doesn’t approve of seeing his dominance, but Spectre seems okay with keeping it up. He seems to get a little frustrated though when she keeps kicking out of his pinfall attempts.
Everett: I don’t think Vivi’s original plan worked well.
Amsler: She’s still not out.
Everett: Not….yet.
Still Vivi is looking a little dazed when Spectre puts her in the Hoia-Baciu, his sleeperhold signature. Vivi refuses to go down though and drops down with a jawbreaker to break the hold. This is the opening she needed to catch her breath. When the two are back on their feet, Spectre tries to hit Vivi with an Enziguri, but Vivi ducks and runs into the ropes. When she comes off of them, Vivi hits Spectre with a spear. He’s wobbling on his feet when she connects with a Superkick for good measure. The moment he goes down Vivi makes a cover. 1..2..kickout.
Everett: Vivi starting to build some momentum here.
Amsler: This could be her time.
Everett: I wouldn’t go that far.
Despite the failed pin attempt, Vivi is still able to get the crowd back into things after going on the offensive. After delivering a frog splash, Vivi begins measuring Spectre up. As soon as he gets to his feet, Vivi goes for her ‘OH-HAI!’ Spinning Kick, but when Spectre dodges the shot she goes crashing to the mat. Spectre is just laying in wait. When Vivi finally manages to get herself up, Spectre puts her right back down with his own Superkick that carries a deadly echo as it finds the mark. As she drops to the mat, Spectre makes a cover. 1...2...3!
DING DING DING
As “When Darkness Spoke” plays out, Spectre has his arm raised in victory.
Reid: And here is your winner, via pinfall...SPEEEEECTRRRRRREEEEEE!
Everett: I knew he wasn’t going to let this little girl keep him down.
Amsler: Maybe next time for Vivi.
Everett: Who knows. Miracles can happen I suppose. But up next we’re in for some tag team action. I can’t wait to see Bunny Love!
Amsler: That would be the only person you want to see involved in that match.
Fans are booing as Spectre stands over the fallen Vivi as we fade.[/font]
The camera backstage and into the locker room of The Southern Express to find both Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane alongside Bunny Love and Brawl’s own David Scott.
Bobby Rose: So we agreed regardless of the outcome in the StrangleMania Battle Royal we would get together for a few drinks afterwards…
Bunny Love: A few?
David Scott: A few…
Jimmy Lane: I don’t remember going back to the hotel let alone leaving the bar…
Bobby Rose: We closed that bad boy down…
David Scott: Not sure who paid the bill…
Bobby and Jimmy laugh
Bobby Rose: We may still have remembered Tommy Love’s bank card number…
David Scott: You had recall that night?
Jimmy laughs
Jimmy Lane: Well it’s like muscle memory, we used to use it so much back in the day that I think it’s permanently lodged up here…
Jimmy points at his head
Bobby Rose: I’m pretty sure he’ll dispute the charges...it’s what he used to do when we paid for a night of drinking on him…
David smiles
David Scott: Well, here’s to Tommy…
David lifts his imaginary drink into the air and both Bobby and Jimmy do the same…
Bobby Rose: To…
Jimmy Lane: Tommy…
Bunny Love: Do you think I could get that number?
But before either Bobby or Jimmy can answer David stands up…
David Scott: Ok, I’ll let you boys get ready, go out there and give Jordan and Faith a beating and we will go out tonight and celebrate again...on Tommy…
Tommy Love: On Tommy my ass!!!
They turn to see ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love standing in the doorway taking all this in...
David Scott: Speak of the devil...
Tommy stands in the doorway with hands on hips, his best scowl in place as David walks towards him.
Tommy Love: Oh no you don’t! You stay right-
David doesn’t even break stride, walking through Tommy like he wasn’t even there. Tommy bounces off the door jam and rubs at his jarred shoulder.
David Scott: You guys hear something?
Not waiting for an answer, David walks away as Tommy turns and stares at Bobby and Jimmy, momentarily stunned silent from the utter disrespect.
Tommy Love: What the hell’s his problem?
Bobby Rose: I guess he’s not a fan…
Tommy Love: No, what’s he doing in here?
Jimmy Lane: He’s our 6-Man Tag Team Partner for Brawl...but what are you doing here Tommy?
Bobby Rose: No way you came all the way to France just to check in on us…
Tommy smirks and stretches out his arms…
Tommy Love: To give you the GOOD NEWS, Tommy Love is back to manage The Southern Express, just like the old days!!!
Bobby and Jimmy look at each other but it’s Bunny’s voice that is heard…
Bunny Love: DADDY NO!!!!
But Tommy puts his hand out…
Tommy Love: Now Bunny listen…
Bunny Love: NO YOU LISTEN!!! You gave them to me…
Tommy Love: Only after you and your mother bitch up a storm…
Bunny Love: That’s only because you gave Buddy Killjoy…
Tommy Love: Buddy is a manager, he had been managing in the smaller territories...you aren’t even into wrestling…
Bunny Love: I am now...even if it’s with the old guys…
Bobby and Jimmy laugh…
Tommy Love: Now listen here Bunny…
But Bobby stands up…
Bobby Rose: No you need to listen Tommy…
Jimmy also stands up…
Jimmy Lane: We knew this was coming…
Bobby Rose: We saw you go to FSW and figured it was only a matter of time before you came here for us…
Jimmy Lane: So Bobby and I had a little sit down the other night…
Bobby Rose: We had some good times over the years but you came to us and talked us into taking Bunny on to settle a debt we owed you…
Jimmy Lane: God Damn Atlanta Incident…
Bobby Rose: But it turns out we like having her around…
Jimmy Lane: Makes us feel young again…
Bobby Rose: And we have been on a nice little run with her in our corner Tommy and we aren’t about to change things up JUST BECAUSE you find yourself in between jobs…
Jimmy Lane: We don’t care what you did to Gabi, it’s all fair in this business and you have to get yours…
Bobby Rose: So we are going to keep Bunny in our corner and consider us all even…
Tommy Love: But…
But before he can say anything Bobby puts his hand on Tommy’s shoulder…
Bobby Rose: This isn’t personal Tommy…
Jimmy Lane: Just business…
Bobby Rose: Please stick around and watch us against your old pal Jordan Sharpe and Faith Rivers…
Jimmy Lane: And celebrate with us later tonight…
Bobby Rose: But Bunny here will be in our corner and we aren’t going to entertain any other talk on the subject…
Tommy looks like he wants to continue this but shakes his head…
Tommy Love: But…
Bobby Rose: It’s a done deal brother...you’re out and you’re daughter is in…
Jimmy Lane: Now we have a match to get to, the locker room is your brother, we will see you in a few…
Bobby and Jimmy walks out of the room and Bunny follows them and stops in front of her father…
Bunny Love: HA! And I’d expect a call from my mother about this…
She storms past Tommy who watches her go and pulls out his pocket and looks at it…
Tommy Love: She can’t call me if…
Tommy throws the phone as hard as he can and it smashes against the wall…
Tommy Love: I have no phone…
He smiles for a second and then drops into a chair realizing he has no clients
In another part of the backstage area, we see Jordan Sharpe lacing up his boots in the locker room area when he hears a voice.
---: Ya know if they keep teaming us together, we’re going to have to come up with a name.
The wheels are already turning as Jordan looks up at his tag team partner for the night, Faith Rivers. Sharpe chuckles to himself as he finishes tying his boot.
JFS: Surely you don't want something long and exhausting like Dream Sound Foxy whatever the heck that one is?
Faith: Definitely not.
Faith adds with a chuckle.
Faith: Maybe something a tad shorter.
JFS: Yeah you're right. We're gonna have to work on that one. First I think we need to work over a couple of old men tonight. Southern Express did a lot better in that tournament than I thought but we got this.
Faith nods.
Faith: Of course, we do. I was definitely impressed by what I saw on Brawl from those two. But even if they give us a fight, we’re still going to put them down. We have to. Both of us need to make a statement heading into World Wide.
Sharpe starts putting on his wrist tape, suddenly focused on that note.
JFS: Which is exactly what the two of us are about to do. Hope Southern Express is ready to be derailed. Just a little practice before I have to hop on the Crazy Train. Shall we get to work?
He offers her a high five.
Faith: Absolutely. Let’s go give them a Faithful night!
Faith gives him a high five before the two of them head on out of the locker room.
MATCH #3
»TAG TEAM«
Jordan Sharpe & Faith Rivers
Vs The Southern Express
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»TAG TEAM«
Jordan Sharpe & Faith Rivers
Vs The Southern Express
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Everett: Our ride through Prime has reached a tunnel. But who will come out with the victory and who will be left in the dark?
Amsler: Thank the gods our next show is World Wide and you'll stop these damn train puns. Up next we have Faith Rivers teaming with Jordan Sharpe taking on The Southern Express.
Everett: Express! Get it!
Amsler: You'll get it if I have to hear any more
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
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 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 ... 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 holds each of her arms out to the side and spins in a circle. As she does this, pyros go off in each corner. From there, Faith retreats to her side of the ring and waits for the match to begin.
Reid: Her partner 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 and Bobby start. They lock up in a Collar and Elbow that Bobby turns into a waistlock before Jordan slips out of it. Another Collar and Elbow that Sharpe turns into a waistlock before Bobby counters it with one of his own. Sharpe counters that with a Hammerlock. Sharpe pushes Boby against the ropes before shooting him off the opposite side. Bobby knocks Sharpe down with a Shoulder Block before running off the ropes. Sharpe ducks that and catches Bobby with a Hip Toss. He runs at Bobby who hits a Hip Toss of his own. Keeping with the theme, Bobby runs at Sharpe who not only hits a Hip Toss but holds it in an Armbar. As Sharpe puts pressure on the arm, Jimmy tries to sneak into the ring. Sharpe breaks the hold to chase Jimmy out of the ring and turns round just as Bobby is sneaking up on him and sends Bobby to the canvas with a well timed right. Faith tags in and hits Bobby with a Clothesline before running off the ropes only to by caught by a Sidewalk Slam from Bobby who taggs in Jimmy. Jimmy hits three rights and a Forearm before lifting Faith for a Suplex and tagging in Bobby who climbs to the middle rope and dives at the two hitting Faith with a Cross Body. Both Faith and Bobby lay in the centre of the ring.
Everett: What a match! The Physicality!
Amsler: It was an impressive move.
Everett: With moves like that Faith and Jordan will be wondering if they'll be fit enough to even make it to World Wide. While Sothern Express will be wondering if they can make it to two weeks from now.
Amsler: Seems your finished with the train puns and are now doing age jokes. Can we go back to the puns?
Both slowly get to their feet and tag their partners. Sharpe runs in and hits Jimmy with a knee to the gut before shooting him off the ropes where Bobby gets the blind tag before Sharpe knocks Jimmy down with a Clothesline. He goes to lift Jimmy to his feet but Bobby Rolls up Sharpe with a School Boy.
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Kick Out!
Sharpe gets to his feet and ducks as Bobby tries to Clothesline him before backdropping Bobby to the apron. Sharpe lifts Bobby and suplexes him back into the ring. As he does so, Jimmy grabs Sharpe's feet causing him to fall. Bobby lands on top of Sharpe. The referee, not seeing Jimmy from the angle he's at, counts
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!
Everett: AH HA! HA! HA! HA!
Amsler: What the hell was that! I'll tell you, cheating. Even Bunny Love got involved, she's stepped in front of Faith as she tried to come round the ring and get Jimmy Lane out the way.
Everett: I couldn't choo-choo choose a better end to this match! THAT'S the guy you think is going to throw Dominic off a train? Please!
Amsler: Right! That's it! I need a break! But don't go far as we have Nevaeh against Sanders coming up. Can he get a win heading into World Wide or will he be on the losing side too?
As the scene goes backstage, Nevaeh is seen looking menacing as ever as she stands before the camera with Heaven’s Helper.
Nevaeh: Y’all saw what I did to Lavender on our last show. Pretty wicked, right?
Nev questions with an arch of her eyebrow.
Nevaeh: Well, just imagine what I’ll be willing to do to end Dominic’s undefeated streak.
Nev moves Heaven’s Helper back and forth between her two hands.
Nevaeh: Now maybe I won’t be able to use this, but Dominic still better expect the worst beating possible. Because that’s exactly what he’s going to get from me on my way to this victory!
With that, Nev hoists Heaven’s Helper up over her shoulder as she walks from view.
MATCH #4
»SINGLES«
Dominic Sanders
Vs Nevaeh
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»SINGLES«
Dominic Sanders
Vs Nevaeh
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Everett: As a wise man once said, and I quote, The Champ Is Here!
Amsler: Or at least he will be as we have Dominic Sanders versus Neveah.
Everett: Not that he will but The Champ doesn't want to lose momentum here tonight with World Wide just around the corner.
Amsler: However Nevah would love to have the feather in her cap of beating the Indy Champion here tonight.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her long the way.
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.
The camera shifts to the MacTron where Dominic Sanders is standing at the gorilla position with Cora Whittaker at his side. As he comes up on the screen, the crowd in Briançon gives an unusually mixed pop. Sanders, hearing this, quirks a brow as both the Tag Team Championship and Indy Championship rest on his shoulders.
Sanders: Oh, shut your asses up. You people make me sick. I’m sick and tired of coming out here and getting pandered to by you sick fucks. What? Just because I had some run-ins with BIGGER ASSHOLES THAN MYSELF lately that means I am some sort of hero to you people? That right there proves that the common people don’t know what’s good for them. Proof that natural selection exists and all of you idiots are going to fall victim to that eventually. Go fuck yourselves. I am the same pissed off, don’t-give-a-fuck asshole as I have been since the day I ended the careers of the “good guy version” of NSFW. That son-of-a-bitch Church can admit it or not. I don’t give a fuck. The moment I smacked them with a chair over a year and a half ago their attitude turned. I’ll maintain my stance on that.
Sanders flips his hood up over his head as “War Machine” begins to play and Nevaeh is already in the ring. His pyrotechnics begin to go off.
Sanders: But that doesn’t matter tonight. See, I’m full of piss and vinegar even more than I was before. Being one half of the Tag Team Champions, I know that our schedule is getting a bit rockier with some added travel. So I know that I have got to turn that dial up even more. Nevaeh… you’re going to be the first unlucky sack of shit that is going to feel the wrath of an even more amped up Dominic Sanders. Like I said a few days back, I don’t care if you bring Nezumi. I don’t care if you bring your dual-purpose sledgehammer, girl’s best friend in the ring and girl’s best friend in the bedroom. Don’t give a fuck. BRING IT ALL. I will snap your neck if I need to tonight. You can bet on that.
Sanders hands Cora his two Championships as he and Cora step through the curtain.
They step out from the back, Sanders 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. Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a purple dress and purple streaks in her hair. She's got the EWC Tag Team Championship and the Indy Championship in her hands and raises them up high to the crowd. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to a mostly anti-Sanders reaction from the crowd.
Reid: Her Opponent... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... He is one half of the EWC Tag Team Champion Diamond Dogs... and also the Indy Champion... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!
Dominic beats his chest with both fists and raises his arms in the air with a roar. The crowd reacts with even louder boos 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 with Cora and his two Championships 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 two Championship straps. He grins and plunges them high into the air before handing them back to Cora. He moves over to the corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring.
DING DING DING
Navaeh attempts a Spinning Back Fist but Sanders ducks it and lifts Nevaeh for a Side Suplex but she rolls out of it and runs at Sanders hitting a one handed Bulldog that staggers Sanders. Nevaeh follows up with punches and forearms that send Sanders into the corner. In the corner, Nevaeh unloads on Sanders with punches to the point the referee has to step in. Nevaeh Irish Whips Sanders into the opposite corner but he gets his feet up when Nevaeh follows. Sanders climbs to the middle buckle and leaps at Nevaeh but a fist to the gut sends him flipping to the canvas. Nevaeh whips Sanders off the ropes and catches him with a Spinebuster that she immediatly rolls up for a cover.
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Nevaeh runs at Sanders with a Big Boot but he simply side steps it and hits a Samoan Drop. He drags Nevaeh to her feet by her hair and lands some forearms on her back abnd shoulders before dropping her to the canvas with a Chokeslam.
Everett: The Champ doing what he does best and dropping his opponents where they stand
Amsler: He need to be careful. If he gets to cocky, he coud be setting himself up for a fall.
Everett: Cocky? He's the damn Indy Champion he is literally the best on Prime!
Amsler: I lnow that. All I'm saying is if he looks past Nevaeh, she could very well beat the Indy Champion in the middle of that ring here tonight.
Sanders again drags Nevaeh to her feet by her hair but this time she hits Sanders with a Spinning Back Fist that staggers him allowing Nevaeh to hit Sanders with a Spear. With Sanders down, Nevaeh climbs the turnbuckles but Sanders is on his feet. Nevaeh leaps at Sanders rolling him up with a diving Sunset Flip.
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Sanders just gets his shoulder up to break the count and, while Nevaeh yells abuse at the referee, he slowly gets to his feet. As he does, Nevaeh grabs his arm looking for a Fall From Grace. However, Sanders is able to hoist her onto his schoulders and he hits Nevaeh with a Riptide. He grabs both her legs as he makes the cover.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... DOMINIC SANDERS!
Everett: And The Champ does what The Champ ALWAYS does. He wins again! Unlike Sharpe.
Amsler: He may have won here but he was half a count away from a loss.
Everett: Close, I'll give you that. But at the end of the day when they talk about this match, they'll talk about the result and the result tonight was a win for Dominic Sanders.
Amsler: Well you got me there. On the subject of results matter, we have Dio and the Television Champion Silver Ann Gold coming right up.
PRIME cuts to the rear of a building where a disheveled young man with a messy mop of brown hair is relentlessly taking charges shoulder first at pair of double doors that don't seem to budge in the slightest. Behind him is an older woman who - aside from carrying the proverbial cross of frustration - watches curiously while looking down every now and then to scribble some thoughts into a small notebook.
Logan: Ha, hear that? They said you were "an older woman".
He manages to get the sentiment out between shoulder thrusts into the door. She peels her eyes up from her latest notation to pass a thoughtful look in the young man's direction.
Dr. Gainor: Who said I was older, Brendan?
Brendan's shoulder collides with a heavy thud. He doesn't immediately back up and try again like he had been. Rather, he looks over his shoulder towards his company.
Logan: Well Marty...
Dr. Gainor: It's Dr. Martina Gainor, thank you.
Logan: With that bit of exposition aside, "they" said it. You know...
Brendan tries to not look the least bit suspicious as he moves away from the door, raises an eyebrow, then points upward.
Logan: They. The one or ones who control all. They who dictate our lives to us as if it's some sort of fiction, you see.
Dr. Gainor gives a blank stare and a nod.
Dr. Gainor: Mhm. Now when you say "dictate our lives to us as if it's some sort of fiction", you mean...
Logan: I mean you're not real. I'm not real. None of this is real. It's all fiction and none of it matters.
Dr. Gainor: Interesting.
The good doctor notes Brendan's thoughts in her handy dandy notebook.
Logan: Which is why...
He turns his attention back to the door. Instead of charging it, he stands in front of it and gives it a hearty once-over that goes on for nearly a minute.
Logan: ...I DON'T GET WHY THEY WON'T LET ME IN THERE! I'VE GOT A MATCH! I NEED TO GO TO WORK!
Brendan starts pounding on the doors with both fists, coupled with a loud, bellowing scream. He's soon interrupted when the doors part open outward towards Brendan and Dr. Gainor as opposed to inward, the direction he was trying to get them to go in with his previous battering ram attempts. Two rather large men in t-shirts reading "SECURITY" across the front step out. Brendan shows no worry. In fact, he gives a big, toothy smile.
Logan: Oh! I didn't see you there. Hi. Hello. Yes. My name is Brendan Logan and I've got to get into the building. You see, I've got a match for the Indy Championship tonight against Sanders so...
Brendan tries to walk past them to get to the door. He's stopped with a pair of massive mitts to the chest.
Logan: Oh, of course.
Silly Brendan forgot he's in France.
Logan: Je m'appelle Brendan Logan et je travaille ici. J'aurai les fromages à pâte dure avec un plateau d'escargots et un bon vin après moi au championnat.
Dr. Gainor: No, no. Brendan, they're no-
Upon hearing the doctor's voice, Brendan turns from the hulking behemoths and to the medical professional.
Logan: Not catering? I know. But this is France! There's hard cheeses, fine wine, and snails as far as the eye can see!
Dr. Gainor: That's not the problem. The-
Security Guard #1: What the fuck's your problem, buddy?
The booming voice matches the first guard's size. Brendan snaps his attention back, all while still brandishing a big smile.
Logan: Oh good! You speak English. I need to get in there and not only demand a title shot from Sanders, but then have that match and win it. The biggest moment in PRIME history, right here at the Patinoire René Froger.
Both of the security guards look to each other. Brows are furrowed, confusion is had. The second guard looks past Brendan to Dr. Gainor while the first keeps an eye fixed on the smiling lunatic.
Security Guard #2: He with you?
She pauses and not for the first time since she's been charged with Brendan's mental care, considers just walking away. She doesn't.
Dr. Gainor: I'm so sorry. I've tried explaining all of this to him.
Meanwhile, Brendan's having his "come to Jesus" moment with the burly security guard.
Security Guard #1: Cut the shit. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't speak French?
Logan: But you do! Everyone born in France speaks French. It's genetic.
Security Guard #1: Oh my god.
He facepalms so hard you can hear the slap.
Security Guard #1: You're not even in France, dipshit. You're in the French Quarter of New Orleans and more importantly, you're trying to get into a bar through the back door. There's no wrestling show here, no championship, none of it.
As an old dusty man once said, "I lost my smile" which is exactly what happens to Brendan. His eyes narrow and he stands toe-to-toe with much larger security guard and digs his finger into his chest.
Logan: Listen here, Jack. I don't know how much you were paid to try and throw me off the trail, but you're not going to get rid of me that easy.
Security Guard #1: You have exactly three seconds to get out of my face before I frisbee you over into the ninth ward.
Brendan pulls his finger back and folds his arm across his chest.
Security Guard #1: One.
He doesn't budge.
Security Guard #1: Two.
Brendan's indignant and doesn't acquiesce.
Security Guard #1: Three.
His glare eases back into a smile.
Logan: Now that you see that I don't negotiate with terrorists, feel free to let me in now. Got to go to work.
One thing leads to another and the security guard snatches Brendan by the back of his shirt and the seat of his pants, then he chucks the pint-sized aspiring wrestler into the open dumpster across the alley like he's DJ Jazzy Jeff being flung out of the Banks household.
Security Guard #2: Now get out of here before we have to shove your ass up your ass!
That's not a typo. Dr. Gainor closes her notebook and rushes over to help her patient out of the dumpster. First thing that pokes out is his head.
Logan: I think I'll wait until the next card to demand my title shot.
Dr. Gainor: Brendan, I don't think...
A moment of reflection comes over the doctor while she assists Brendan in getting his small frame out of the metal trash receptacle. Was it even worth combating his nonsense right here, right now? Survey says "no".
Dr. Gainor: Yeah, give it a shot at the next show.
With Brendan out of the dumpster and both feet on the ground, he and his psychiatrist make their hasty exit and the shot fades to black.
»SINGLES MATCH«
EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
DIO
Vs SILVER ANN GOLD (c)
Everett: It's time for our main event! Dio versus the defending champion, Silver Ann Gold.
Amsler: Dio made an instant impact last show when he won not only his match against Colby Korver but he was also announced as the show's MVP. If he can recapture that form he could capture the title tonight but Silver Ann Gold only won the TV Title last show and doesn't want to part with it easily.
Everett: Instant Impact? Is that the topping thing you eat with fruit?
Amsler: What are you talking about now?
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC Television Championship! Introducing first the challenger, residing in Seattle, Washington weighing in at 205 pounds... DIO!
The lights dim down, and a voice comes over the PA system.
”I am your Crux.”
The phrase kicks off the sounds of “Change (in the house of flies)” by the Deftones as Dio emerges from the curtain and stands atop the stage. He surveys the crowd, tugging at the collar of his leather jacket before heading down toward the ring.
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: Her opponent, Making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, the EWC Television Champion, 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.
DING DING DING
Silver start the match with a hard Right Hand that staggers Dio. Siver runs at him from behind, leaps over him and catches him with a Clothesline that knocks him to the canvas. Silver sends Dio off the ropes and catches him with a standing Dropkick upon his rebound. Dio gets to his feet and charges at Silver with a Clothesline. She ducks and follows up with a Superkick. He blocks and tosses her foot away but she spinns and catches Dio with a Spinning Heel Kick that knocks Dio rolling out of the ring. Silver throws herself over the ropes coming down on Dio with a sort of Slingshot Cross Body. The crowd cheer as Silver gets in the ring and again throws herself over the ropes at Dio looking for a Hurricanranna. This time, he catches her and drops Siver with a Powerbomb on the ringside floor. He rolls Silver back into the ring before sliding in himself. Dio bounces of the middle rope and lands an Elbow to Silver's chest before lifting her to her feet and hitting a Snap Suplex.
Silver gets to her feet and walks into a Discus Elbow Smash that knocks her back down. From the ring apron, Dio slingshots onto the opposite ropes and uses that to fly back hitting a Moonsault. He hooks the leg.
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Dio lifts Silver to her feet and Irish Whips her. She reverses it sending Dio into the corner. She charges. He gets his feet up but she slides under them and out of the ring. As Dio looks to the canvas thinking he's knocked her down with his boots, Silver uses the ropes to springboard into the ring hitting Dio with a Bulldog. She hooks the leg.
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Everett: Both competitors in this match getting some shots in.
Amsler: Dio almost getting the title from a Moonsault. Siver Ann Gold almost keeping it after that Bulldog.
Everett: Pretty even here. Which one do you like? Loser buys dinner.
Amsler: I'm not falling for that one again.
Silver lifts Dio to his feet and holds him in a Front Facelock before hitting a series of knees to his chest. Dio crumples to the cavas clutching his chest as Siver climbs to the middle rope. She waits for Dio to get back to his feet. For what we never find out. She leaps at Dio who kicks her in the gut hitting a Tranquility. Rather than go for the cover he waits for Silver to get to her feet, which she does using the ropes to help her. Dio runs at her hitting a Laertius Effect. He hooks the leg.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... and NEW EWC Television Champion, DIO!
Everett: He did it! I don't believe it but he did it!
Amsler: For a second there it looked like he wouldn't but he caught Silver coming of the turnbuckles and the rest is in the history books as we have a new champion.
Everett: Well done to him.
Amsler: Well done to him indeed but things are about to get a lot tougher for Prime as our next show we go World Wide LIVE on Pay Per View! Goodnight everybody!
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Nightcall
Southern Express
Faith Rivers and Jordan Sharpe
Nevaeh
Dominic Sanders
Brendan Logan
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Prime
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Nevaeh
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Prime
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Prime
MATCH FIVE | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Prime
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Lavender Vs Colby Korver
WINNER: Lavender
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SINGLES MATCH
Spectre Vs Vivi
WINNER: Spectre
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Southern Express Vs Faith Rivers & Jordan Sharpe
WINNERS: Southern Express
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SINGLES MATCH
Dominic Sanders Vs Nevaeh
WINNER: Dominic Sanders
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SINGLES MATCH / EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Dio Vs Silver Ann Gold (c)
WINNER: Dio (new EWC TV Champion)
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Dio
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dio Vs Silver Ann Gold
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