PRIME presents: WORLD WIDE
May 31, 2020 21:11:17 GMT -6
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Post by PRIME on May 31, 2020 21:11:17 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.
EWC PRESENTS A PRIME EXCLUSIVE PAY-PER-VIEW EVENT
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W O R L D
W I D E
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony & Dr Pepper
Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY
MAY 31st 2020W I D E
Brought to you by Under Armour, Sony & Dr Pepper
Airing LIVE! on EWC NETWORK, DISH, Verizon FIOS TV, & XFINITY
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LIVE! from the SSE Hydro in Glasgow, Scotland
Commentators: Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
Commentators: Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
While 'Worldwide' 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. Dominic Sanders, Jordan Freaking Sharpe, Dio, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, Quinn Collins, The Southern Express, The Porter Company, Koji Kiriu, Spectre, Lavender, Aeon Khronos, El Pablo, Richard Garcia and Vivi are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd...
The camera centers on ringside at the Arena Ruse Arena, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.
Micah Everett: Welcome to the Prime Pay Per View WORLDWIDE!!! Och aye the noo, Haggis, neeps and tatties and fish N chips.
Sandra Amsler: I think Fish N Chips is a more England thing
Everett: Alright, tinned burgers then!
Amsler: I think he's got food on the brain. If you have wrestling for the brain then we have the menu for you. It's Dominic Sanders defending the Indy Title against Jordan Sharpe in the Crazy Train Match. It's Dio defending the TV Title against Nevaeh
Everett: We also have The Porter Company versus Southern Express, Faith Rivers versus Quinn Colllins and Koji Kiriu versus Spectre. My mouth is watering at the prospect.
Sandra Amsler: I think Fish N Chips is a more England thing
Everett: Alright, tinned burgers then!
Amsler: I think he's got food on the brain. If you have wrestling for the brain then we have the menu for you. It's Dominic Sanders defending the Indy Title against Jordan Sharpe in the Crazy Train Match. It's Dio defending the TV Title against Nevaeh
Everett: We also have The Porter Company versus Southern Express, Faith Rivers versus Quinn Colllins and Koji Kiriu versus Spectre. My mouth is watering at the prospect.
The NWO Dubbed Theme plays as Emma Louise steps through the curtain. Emma takes a moment to look at the mass of humanity filling the Hydro before raising her microphone
Emma: It gives me great pleasure to stand here this evening. Please join me in welcoming Prime's Co-General Manager, Hayley Kushnir!
"Could Have Been Me" by The Struts plays as Hayley Kushnir steps through the curtain.
She hugs Emma Louise as Emma hands her the microphone.
Hayley Kushnir: What up Glasgow!?
The crowd cheer.
Hayley Kushnir: I wanted to take a moment before the action gets underway. Tonight is our third Brand Exclusive pay per view event. So I wanted to come out here and say "Thank you" to everybody here in Glasgow.
More cheers
Hayley Kushnir: I also want to say "Thank you" to all the fans around the globe that are watching us right now be it on pay per view or via EWCTV. Over the last year we have had talent from our roster "move up" to the other brands of EWC but we never let it get us down. No. We came back stronger than powered up packmen. Our then TV Champion stepped up to the plate and became Indy Champion. A star from the "A show" who could have gone anywhere CHOSE to come to us. He wanted to come here for the challenges our stars could provide.
We have grown as a brand. But we would be nothing if it wasn't for every fan here tonight, for every fan around the globe. We have been welcomed and been supported where ever we have gone be it France, Germany, The US, The UK, Bulgaria, Singapore. We have gone all over the globe.....
....but tonight, we go WORLD WIDE!!!!!!!!
The crowd cheers as we cut to the commentary table
Amsler: Well, everybody, we are going to kick this night off with what might be the craziest, no pun intended, match we have ever had on Prime.
Everett: Dominic Sanders will put his Indy Championship on the line against Jordan Sharpe. And, as Sandra somewhat alluded to, it is a CRAZY TRAIN MATCH!
Amsler: The rules are simple. We do have senior referee Niklaus Forbes on hand. They will start at Piccadilly Station in Manchester, England. It is roughly a three and a half hour train ride from there to right here in Glasgow, Scotland. The person who wins this match can do so in one of two ways.
Everett: First, they can simply eject their opponent from the train! I cannot wait to see Dominic Sanders chuck that nobody off of the train!
Amsler: In your dreams, idiot. The other way to win... if neither competitor ejects their opponent off of the train then the person with the most pinfall or submission tallies by the time they reach Glasgow Central Station will be declared the winner! Yes. This means that this match could potentially last nearly three and a half hours. Which is why we are starting it now. We promise that a camera will stand by the entire time so that you will miss none of the action. However, during down time we will cut out and bring you more heavy action from World Wide here in Glasgow!
Everett: Thinking about it, Dominic Sanders can have a twelve to zero fall advantage over the challenger. But if Sharpe were to kick Sanders off of the train ten minutes prior to reaching Glasgow, Jordan Sharpe would be the new Indy Champion!
Amsler: There will be no commentary during this match, only the sights and sounds that you hear from on the train. Folks, it's about to be a wild one! Let's go over to Piccadilly Station in Manchester where Niklaus Forbes is standing by!
JORDAN SHARPEEverett: Dominic Sanders will put his Indy Championship on the line against Jordan Sharpe. And, as Sandra somewhat alluded to, it is a CRAZY TRAIN MATCH!
Amsler: The rules are simple. We do have senior referee Niklaus Forbes on hand. They will start at Piccadilly Station in Manchester, England. It is roughly a three and a half hour train ride from there to right here in Glasgow, Scotland. The person who wins this match can do so in one of two ways.
Everett: First, they can simply eject their opponent from the train! I cannot wait to see Dominic Sanders chuck that nobody off of the train!
Amsler: In your dreams, idiot. The other way to win... if neither competitor ejects their opponent off of the train then the person with the most pinfall or submission tallies by the time they reach Glasgow Central Station will be declared the winner! Yes. This means that this match could potentially last nearly three and a half hours. Which is why we are starting it now. We promise that a camera will stand by the entire time so that you will miss none of the action. However, during down time we will cut out and bring you more heavy action from World Wide here in Glasgow!
Everett: Thinking about it, Dominic Sanders can have a twelve to zero fall advantage over the challenger. But if Sharpe were to kick Sanders off of the train ten minutes prior to reaching Glasgow, Jordan Sharpe would be the new Indy Champion!
Amsler: There will be no commentary during this match, only the sights and sounds that you hear from on the train. Folks, it's about to be a wild one! Let's go over to Piccadilly Station in Manchester where Niklaus Forbes is standing by!
EWC INDY CHAMPIONSHIP
»CRAZY TRAIN MATCH«
»CRAZY TRAIN MATCH«
VS DOMINIC SANDERS
We cut to Piccadilly Station. In between two of the tracks stands Niklaus Forbes. He is mic'd up. Dominic Sanders stands next to him with the Indy Championship around his waist. Cora Whittaker is not present. Jordan Sharpe faces Sanders on the opposite side of Forbes.
Forbes: Ladies and gentlemen, as a formality I will introduce the two competitors here. First the challenger... JORDAN SHARPE!
Sharpe doesn't take his gaze off of Sanders. Sanders smirks as he removes the Indy Championship from around his waist.
Forbes: And his opponent... he is the Indy Champion! DOMINIC SANDERS!
Sanders smirks as he holds up the Indy Championship. He hands it over to Forbes, who flashes it to the camera for the folks watching to see. He opens up a small backpack and puts the Indy Championship inside. He puts the backpack on and escorts the two men into the double-decker train.
Conductor: AAAAAALLLLLL ABOOOOOOOARD!!!
As the train begins a slow roll out of Piccadilly Station, Sharpe gets in Dominic’s face, talking a lot of trash. Dominic simply smiles at him out of amusement. Passengers watch as the two unusually attired men argue with a small referee next to them. Finally, Sharpe throws a strong right into the left jawbone of Sanders. Sanders grabs his chin as on-lookers gasp. Sharpe grabs Sanders by the head and immediately attempts to toss him hard into the door. Sanders’ back hits the door hard, but it remains shut. Sanders reaches up and grabs support railings and launches himself feet first into Sharpe’s chest, knocking him backwards and into a man’s lap. Sharpe looks at the dark-haired, fit gentleman in short shorts and a vee-neck shirt. He sees that the man is drinking beer out of a giant stein. He grabs the beer out of the man’s hand. The man says something to him in German.
Sharpe: JESUS CHRIST! Don't you know what's in those things?! THAT'S BAD FOR YOU!
He reaches into Forbes' backpack and grabs a Monster Energy drink. He hands it to the German guy and then returns his attention to Sanders. He hurls the stein full of beer at Sanders, who ducks it. It crashes into the glass of a window and shatters both the stein and the window.
Sanders: WHAT THE FUCK?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!
Sharpe: WELL, YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO KILL ME!
Sanders: YOU FUCKIN’ LUNATIC!
Sanders charges Sharpe and spears him into the staircase leading to the upper deck. Sharpe’s back racks against the steps and he writhes in pain. Sanders stays on top for a cover.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Kickout by Sharpe. Sanders climbs on top of Sharpe and starts to drive right fists into the side of his eye. Sharpe reaches up and drives a fist into Sanders’ throat. Sanders gets off of Sharpe and stumbles away gasping for air and holding his Adam’s apple. Sharpe gets up off of the staircase and grabs his back, wincing. He shakes it out a bit and looks over to his left. He sees a drink cart with an attendant serving passengers. He reaches over to the cart and grabs a metal fork sitting on a tray. He walks over to where Sanders is bent over a seat gasping for air. As Sanders has his hands on the back of the seat, Sharpe drives the fork down hard into the back of Sanders’ hand, sticking it about a centimeter deep into his hand. Sanders lets out a scream as he reaches for the fork and slowly pulls it out. Without time to recover from the pain and assess the damage, Sharpe hits Sanders with The Sharpeknife face first into the back of the seat. Sanders collapses to the ground and Sharpe covers him.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Forbes: Jordan Sharpe leads 1-0!
Sharpe gets up and cheers for a second before getting an idea. He sprints down the aisle and through the doors into another car of the train. We cut back to ringside to continue the show.
Forbes: Ladies and gentlemen, as a formality I will introduce the two competitors here. First the challenger... JORDAN SHARPE!
Sharpe doesn't take his gaze off of Sanders. Sanders smirks as he removes the Indy Championship from around his waist.
Forbes: And his opponent... he is the Indy Champion! DOMINIC SANDERS!
Sanders smirks as he holds up the Indy Championship. He hands it over to Forbes, who flashes it to the camera for the folks watching to see. He opens up a small backpack and puts the Indy Championship inside. He puts the backpack on and escorts the two men into the double-decker train.
Conductor: AAAAAALLLLLL ABOOOOOOOARD!!!
CHOO CHOO CHOO
As the train begins a slow roll out of Piccadilly Station, Sharpe gets in Dominic’s face, talking a lot of trash. Dominic simply smiles at him out of amusement. Passengers watch as the two unusually attired men argue with a small referee next to them. Finally, Sharpe throws a strong right into the left jawbone of Sanders. Sanders grabs his chin as on-lookers gasp. Sharpe grabs Sanders by the head and immediately attempts to toss him hard into the door. Sanders’ back hits the door hard, but it remains shut. Sanders reaches up and grabs support railings and launches himself feet first into Sharpe’s chest, knocking him backwards and into a man’s lap. Sharpe looks at the dark-haired, fit gentleman in short shorts and a vee-neck shirt. He sees that the man is drinking beer out of a giant stein. He grabs the beer out of the man’s hand. The man says something to him in German.
Sharpe: JESUS CHRIST! Don't you know what's in those things?! THAT'S BAD FOR YOU!
He reaches into Forbes' backpack and grabs a Monster Energy drink. He hands it to the German guy and then returns his attention to Sanders. He hurls the stein full of beer at Sanders, who ducks it. It crashes into the glass of a window and shatters both the stein and the window.
Sanders: WHAT THE FUCK?! ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!
Sharpe: WELL, YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO KILL ME!
Sanders: YOU FUCKIN’ LUNATIC!
Sanders charges Sharpe and spears him into the staircase leading to the upper deck. Sharpe’s back racks against the steps and he writhes in pain. Sanders stays on top for a cover.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Kickout by Sharpe. Sanders climbs on top of Sharpe and starts to drive right fists into the side of his eye. Sharpe reaches up and drives a fist into Sanders’ throat. Sanders gets off of Sharpe and stumbles away gasping for air and holding his Adam’s apple. Sharpe gets up off of the staircase and grabs his back, wincing. He shakes it out a bit and looks over to his left. He sees a drink cart with an attendant serving passengers. He reaches over to the cart and grabs a metal fork sitting on a tray. He walks over to where Sanders is bent over a seat gasping for air. As Sanders has his hands on the back of the seat, Sharpe drives the fork down hard into the back of Sanders’ hand, sticking it about a centimeter deep into his hand. Sanders lets out a scream as he reaches for the fork and slowly pulls it out. Without time to recover from the pain and assess the damage, Sharpe hits Sanders with The Sharpeknife face first into the back of the seat. Sanders collapses to the ground and Sharpe covers him.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Forbes: Jordan Sharpe leads 1-0!
Sharpe gets up and cheers for a second before getting an idea. He sprints down the aisle and through the doors into another car of the train. We cut back to ringside to continue the show.
The camera cuts outside The SSE Hydro where we see a car pull to a stop, the door opens and out steps ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love. He pulls out a white mask and puts it over his mouth and then pulls his hood up over his head and looks over his shoulder to see if anyone saw him.
He walks up to the backdoor and then pulls his phone out. He text: I’m here at the back door, and then waits until the door opens. There standing in the doorway is a Prime Staff Member.
Prime Staff Member: Good call with the mask Mr. Love, these are interesting times and you want to make sure you are protecting yourself and others…
But Tommy waves him off
Tommy Love: I’m not wearing the mask to protect anyone, it’s to hide my face, I don’t want ANYONE to know I’m here.
Tommy grabs the Prime Staff Member by his Prime Polo shirt
Tommy Love: There are people...bad people...that are after me, I can’t stay in one place too long or he’ll have his thugs beating down my doors. I’m banned from Brawl and Rampage, my own son got me blacklisted from FSW because Gabi got into his head but I wanted to see my old friends and daughter in action here tonight…
Tommy pauses for a second and looks at the World Wide 2 poster
Tommy Love: It was just last year that Killjoy and I were in the Main Event against Nevaeh for the Indy Championship at this very event...my God times has flown by…
Prime Staff Member: That was an amazing night Mr. Love and tonight will also be amazing…
But Tommy cuts him off
Tommy Love: We were at the top of the mountain and then it all went to shit…
Prime Staff Member: You should have never blackmailed Miss Visconty Mr. Love, you should have stayed with Killjoy and heck, maybe you could have been up on Brawl or Rampage with him or better yet in this Crazy Train match tonight against Dominic Sanders and Jordan Sharpe…
But Tommy turns on him
Tommy Love: Listen here you little shit, do you know the kind of money Brawl pays out? Prime can’t match it, Killjoy and I were making peanuts compared to the green Gabi is racking in from her Brawl contract. Where my methods in the ‘grey area’ sure but look what I did for her...I took her from a nobody to ranked in the Top 5 of the Elite 15, she couldn’t have done that without me and all I asked...ALL I ASKED was her to wear some little outfit for Brawl #555 and allow me to profit a bit but NO!!!!! She has to go and fuck it all up for me and stick me with the assholes from PornHub, who have been breathing down my neck ever since…
Tommy lets the kid go and looks around the hallway to see if anyone is there
Tommy Love: Now, please, show me to my seat so I can watch my daughter…
The Prime Staffer holds out his arm and points to a door
Prime Staff Member: Right through that door Tommy. I’m sorry to hear about your troubles with PornHub, they seem like such nice guys and easy to deal with…
Tommy Love: Yeah and what would you know about them…
Tommy opens the door and jumps back into the Prime Staff Member, there standing across the room is PornHub’s COO David Tassillo alongside two of his associates
Prime Staff Member: I had no choice, they arrived right before you did...I’m sorry…
Tommy Love: Hey, you stole that from Empire Strikes Back, that’s Lando’s line…
Prime Staff Member: I know, it was really good wasn’t it Mr. Tassilo
David Tassilo: Very good, I’ll make a star out of you kid, no run along...Mr. Love and I have some business to discuss…
The Prime Staff Member is about to leave when Tommy grabs his arm
Tommy Love: You son of a bitch, you double crossed me, so help me God I’ll find you when I heal up and I’ll cut off that twig you call a dick...unless you run and find The Southern Express right now and bring them here…
David Tassilo: There will be no need for that Tommy...we are square….
Tommy lets the kid go and looks at David
Tommy Love: What? How can that be, you sent two of your thugs to my hotel in London last night, I was hiding across the hallway in some fat chicks room, I heard you tell them to break my arms...I HAD TO FUCK THAT FATTY JUST TO BUY HER SILENCE!!!
David Tassilo: Well that was last night and truth be told we did come here tonight to break you arms and one of your legs but I got a call from a ‘friend’ of your 15 mins ago, he wired us the money you owned and now we are good…
David walks around the table and up to Tommy and slaps him across the face twice
David Tassilo: We’ve also reinstated your Gold Plus Membership and credited your account $50.00 because we appreciate your business Tommy, enjoy the show and oh, before I forget…
David reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a note and drops it on the table
David Tassilo: Your ‘friend’ asked me to give you this…enjoy the show and best of luck to your daughter and her tag team...
David and his guys leave the room as Tommy waits until they are gone before grabbing the envelope, he rips it open, there is a note and a plane ticket
Tommy Love: Dear Tommy, your debt may be paid with PornHub but you know owe me, meet me in Chicago for Brawl and we will discuss how you will repay me now that you are indebted to me, here is your plane ticket, it leave Glasgow International Airport tomorrow night, enjoy the show and celebrate with your daughter and friends tonight…
Tommy looks at the letter and then at the ticket
Tommy Love: What the fuck…
But the Prime Staff Member interjects
Prime Staff Member: Mr. Love, your seat awaits…
He holds out his hand and motions for Tommy to join him
Tommy Love: I ought to kill you…
Prime Staff Member: Hey, you would have done the same if you were in my shoes…
Tommy thinks for a second and then nods as he walks towards the kid
Tommy Love: So let me ask you this...WHO THE FUCK IS HENRY ROLLINS???
The Prime Staff Members shakes his head
Prime Staff Member: Honestly, I have no fucking clue…
The two laugh as Tommy is directed to his seat….
MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Koji Kiriu
Vs Spectre
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»SINGLES«
Koji Kiriu
Vs Spectre
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Everett: It's about time we got things under way with our opening contest!
Amsler: That's right, what better way to kick off World Wide than with international talent!
Everett: I can think of a few things! Like using strictly AMERICAN talent that knows what decade we're in!
Amsler: That's very un-groovy of you, Everett.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Kōtō City, Japan, weighing in at 225 pounds... KOJI KIIIIIIIRIUUUUUUU!
The instrumental version of 'Mask Off' by Future hits the PA speakers as Koji Kiriu comes out of the curtain with a smile on his face, high fiving the crowd as he steps to the sound of his own theme, much to the delight of the crowd before he rolls into the ring and begins to prepare by throwing some practice strikes to the turnbuckle.
Everett: A former rugby player, practicing in the arts of kickboxing and judo, this 80's Wiz-Kid has failed again and again at pursuing a career that he's looking to see how bad he can flop here in the EWC!
Amsler: That's pretty harsh. He may be a bit eccentric, but that doesn't take away from the fact he tries hard in everything he does.
Everett: And he sucks! He can't even speak proper English!
Amsler: You won't be speaking period on the air if you keep that up.
Reid: His opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at 175 pounds... SPEEEEEEECTREEEEEEE!
When Darkness Spoke' by Peter Gundry begins to dampen the mood as the crowd boo Spectre, who comes out with a stone-cold face. He ignores the crowd as he slowly makes his way onto the apron, wiping his feet and entering through the ropes.
Everett: NOW THIS GUY... he's uh... he's weird, but he's a lot better then Koji!
Amsler: Both of these men are definitely here to impress. Opening up a pay-per-view is nothing to scoff at, so you can be sure they'll give it their all.
Everett: Spectre's got this one in the bag. He's serious and doesn't need to rely on stereotypes from a forgotten era!
DING DING DING
The match begins and both men begin exchanging excellent wrestling holds. Although Spectre looks to be getting the upper hand at first, he's pushed away by the stronger Koji and is close to getting hammered with a punch, but he dodges in the nick of time. Koji doesn't waste any time to continue his offense as he chops away at Spectre multiple times, getting him into the corner and stiffing him with a few forearms. One particular strike connects square in the nose of Spectre, causing his nostril to produce a small stream of blood. The referee checks for a minute, but he doesn't have a clear look as Koji throws his opponent with an Irish whip now, and Spectre bounces off of the bottom rope and leaps backward over Koji, hitting a nice Enziguri to drop Koji! He checks his nose and wipes it away with his forearm before standing up. He picks up Koji by the hair and tosses him over the top rope!
Everett: Back in the 80's, that'd be a DQ! I'm surprised Koji's not hollering about it!
Amsler: That's not what a fighter does! Koji's still in this!
Spectre runs the ropes going for a suicide dive of sorts, but Koji slides in and runs the oppisite ropes! Lariat attempt by Spectre but it's dodged, and he eats a RUNNING YAKUZA KICK! Pin attempt by Koji! 1! 2! No! They both stand up and exchange forearm strikes with one another, with BOOS and YAYS for the appropriate party. Koji win the exchange with a quick Rolling Elbow Strike! Spectre's reeling back as Koji winds up for an even bigger Rolling Elbow Strike! BUT SPECTRE DODGES AND GOES BEHIND! GERMAN SUPLEX!!!! Cover! 1! 2! KICKOUT BY KOJI! The crowd are roaring as Spectre is on his knees, taking a deep breath and getting to his feet. He's calling Koji up, who looks out of it, and he goes for the a superkick he calls Amityville! DUCKED! YOU SHOW GREAT SPIRIT!!!!! The roundhouse kick connects and Spectre is knocked clean OUT! Cover! 1! 2! 3!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... KOJIIIIIIII KIIIIIIIRIUUUUUUU!
Everett: AW! C'mon!
Amsler: It goes to show, no matter how you present yourself, it's the wrestling that counts.
Everett: He cheated! He's on the juice! Spectre took this seriously and he got CHEATED out of this win!
Amsler: Neither man has anything to be ashamed of. They gave it their all, and we can expect both men to continue to impress us. Congratulations to Koji Kiriu, but now, we move on as I'm hearing they're telling me in my headset there's some bunny in the back.
The camera cuts backstage inside The SSE Hydro where we see Bunny Love putting on her ‘ears’ as Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane finish tying the bandanas around their wrists, Bunny looks at herself in the mirror one last time and turns to face Bobby and Jimmy.
Bunny Love: We’ve heard the rumors, The Porter Company is bringing in a surprise member in tonight to face you two, that’s how scared they are of you, they know they have to pull this bush league move because they know it’s their only chance of winning…
Bobby Rose: Don’t sweat it Bunny, this isn’t our first rodeo…
Jimmy Lane: Yeah, we’ve seen team go ‘Freebird Rules’ on the old Southern Express…
Bobby Rose: The Porter Company can try it, Henry Rollins can act like he’s one step ahead but that’s all it is, AN ACT, he can bring out some mystery partner and have him run his mouth and say he’s BEATEN OUR ASSES but the people aren’t stupid, they know this is BS at its finest…
Jimmy Lane: The Porter Company is trying to rewrite history but one thing they won’t be able to rewrite is the history books, because it’s going to read, At World Wide 2 on May, 31st in Glasgow, Scotland The Southern Express defeated The Porter Company…
Bobby Rose: And while we go for Tag Team Gold they will go back to square one...
There is a knock at the door and it slowly opens, Jenna Salvatore peeks her head in.
Jenna Salvatore: Excuse me, I was hoping to get a quick word about tonight’s match…
Bobby motions her in
Bobby Rose: Of course Jenna…
Jimmy Lane: We always have time for you…
Bunny Love: But make it quick toots…
Jenna looks at Bunny who points at her wrist at an imaginary watch.
Jenna Salvatore: Tonight you two step into the ring to face The Porter Company in a match, where they claim, will settle who’s the Top Contender for the Tag Team Championship from Prime…
Bunny Love: I’m going to stop you right there, see this just shows you the ignorance of The Porter Company, they haven't had a single tag team match on Prime this season, tonight is their first...they are piggybacking on our success to try and skip the line…
Bobby Rose: They aren’t ranked and why would they be? They have ONE tag team win this season, we have FOUR tag team wins, this is why we are sitting in the #2 spot in the Tag Team Rankings…
Jimmy Lane: They want a free pass to a championship match and beating us would help their cause…
Bunny Love: But that’s just not going to happen Jenna, we are now the standard when it comes to tag team wrestling here in Prime, when we travel outside of Prime we do so while wearing their banner. We want to bring those championships here...not just one of the belts but both of them here and force the tag team of the EWC to come here to Prime to face the champions…
Bobby Rose: Prime is such a special place and they deserve a tag team they can be proud of…
Jimmy Lane: And that isn’t The Porter Company…
Bobby Rose: They’ve been on what, one show this season...one, how can you represent a brand when you are never on it?
Jimmy Lane: The Prime GM’s know that whenever they need us we will go anywhere on this Earth to take part in a Prime show…
Bobby Rose: So tonight we take out yet another ‘team’ that sort of is loosely attached to this brand when their schedule allows it or they remember that they are a part of it…
Bunny Love: In other words Jenna we are going to remind the fans of Prime which tag team tonight cares about them and not just what’s best for their own career…
Bobby nods
Bobby Rose: So I put this challenge out to the rest of the team teams in the EWC, we are here, you want to challenge us for our spot well come to Prime and face us…
Jimmy Lane: We’ve been to Brawl and FSW…
Bobby Rose: Give our fans the same respect we give yours and come find out how fun it is to be a part of a Prime show, open up your fan base to an international group…
Jimmy Lane: And see if you have what it takes to knock off a pair of ‘old dudes’...
Bobby Rose: Because tonight we are going to show The Porter Company that these two ‘old dudes’ still have a lot of life left…
Bunny Love: And that they are not on our level…
Bunny puts her arms around the Bobby and Jimmy and the three exit the screen
The camera fades back in and we see the commentary team.
Amsler: Before we get to the match between The Porter Company and the Southern Express, let’s go ahead and check in on our Indy Championship match, live aboard a northbound train from Manchester to Glasgow!
We cut back to the Crazy Train Match. After about twenty-five or so minutes, Dominic Sanders is still searching for Jordan Sharpe. Niklaus Forbes is in tow. The train has made a stop at Wigan North Western Station in Wigan.
Sanders: SHARPE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
An old lady sitting on the train glares at him.
Old Lady: LANGUAGE!
Sanders: Oh kiss my ass, lady. I don’t have time for this shi…
Before Sanders can finish his sentence, Jordan Sharpe comes out of nowhere with a fire extinguisher and drives it hard into the side of Sanders’ skull. As the train begins to move to its next destination, Sharpe starts to roll Sanders’ limp body towards one of the doors. Sanders’ weight is too dead, for the moment, so Sharpe changes his mind and covers Sanders instead.
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Forbes: Jordan Sharpe leads 2-0!
Sharpe stands up and takes off once more down an aisle way. This time he trips on a piece of luggage and stumbles into the lap of some purple-haired American girl who is on the way to Glasgow.
Purple-Haired Girl: Son, if you don’t get the fuck off of me…
Sharpe looks at her with a curious look on his face. He stands up off of her and stares at her as he sprints off. The lady goes back to drinking her cocktail as the scene fades back to ringside.
Sanders: SHARPE! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!
An old lady sitting on the train glares at him.
Old Lady: LANGUAGE!
Sanders: Oh kiss my ass, lady. I don’t have time for this shi…
Before Sanders can finish his sentence, Jordan Sharpe comes out of nowhere with a fire extinguisher and drives it hard into the side of Sanders’ skull. As the train begins to move to its next destination, Sharpe starts to roll Sanders’ limp body towards one of the doors. Sanders’ weight is too dead, for the moment, so Sharpe changes his mind and covers Sanders instead.
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Forbes: Jordan Sharpe leads 2-0!
Sharpe stands up and takes off once more down an aisle way. This time he trips on a piece of luggage and stumbles into the lap of some purple-haired American girl who is on the way to Glasgow.
Purple-Haired Girl: Son, if you don’t get the fuck off of me…
Sharpe looks at her with a curious look on his face. He stands up off of her and stares at her as he sprints off. The lady goes back to drinking her cocktail as the scene fades back to ringside.
MATCH #2
»TAG TEAM MATCH«
Southern Express
Vs The Porter Company
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»TAG TEAM MATCH«
Southern Express
Vs The Porter Company
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Everett: coming up next we have a tag team match up between two teams that went far in the tag title tournament in Toronto
Amsler: yeah the same one which my boys the Diamond Dogs won because the other teams sucked!
Everett: I'd like to hear you tell that to the former champs DSR vol 2 and see how far you get!
Amsler: let's just get on with it
Reid: The following Tag Team match is scheduled for 1 fall Introducing first,
Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
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
Announcer Name: Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes and head to opposite corners, climbing up to the middle turnbuckle to toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring pointing to both Bobby and Jimmy
Everett: these two look hungry to finish what they started
Amsler: that may be but if I know these two they won't go away that same way
Everett: we'll just see what their opponents have to say about that
Amsler: speaking of which....
Police Sirens Howl loudly on the speakers as the sounds of a hot pursuit are heard: Police vehicles chasing a large black SUV take place on the MacTron. Bullets flying past from police guns and rapid gunshots from the SUV Passengers Uzi's are heard as they drive to the arena and speeding inside the Suv escapes before the cops can catch up
After which comes the Intro Music for The Porter Company.
Henry Porter, Martin O'Connor, Doc Psycho, dressed in white dress shirts with black suspenders, pants, shoes and each smoking their Iconic large blunts walk out on stage and high five the crowd and as they walk the ramp real money, $100 bills begin to rain down on the crowd while each occupy a corner of the ring then entering one at a time.
Everett: hey waitaminute! somebody's missing out the lineup!
Amsler: you're right one less than usual!
Henry:Hahaha, I know you boys came here expecting to face me and Dr.Psycho in this match but I however decided to come up with a plan B...a...plan J....and Plan P just for you two! and in case you still don't get it...I'll let him spell it out for you!" He says as all three point to the stage
Everett: NO WAY!!! he didn't just do what I think he did did he?
Amsler: only one way to find out....
The Lights go black,and the Sound of A Chopper Revving Up is heard loud throughout the Arena as "Bad To The Bone Plays directly after a white headlight shines from the stage as Joe Porter Rides down the ramp to a violently loud chorus of Cheers Showing their renewed Love for the kind of man he is as he rides around the ring as he parks and steps Over the ropes and Cracks the bones in his neck, back, and hands and patiently waits his next opponent.
Everett:HOLY FREAKING SHIT!!!!
Amsler: he actually did it! Bandanna Joe Porter is outta retirement and back home on the blue brand!!!
Henry whispers to Reid the change up and Reid nods
Reid: Their opponents weighing and a total combined weight of 576 lbs Henry Rollins Porter, The Gulf Coast Badass Bandanna Joe Porter they are THE POOOORTERR BROTHERS!!!!
DING DING DING
DING DING DING GOES THE BELL and immediately Jimmy and Bobby look as if they've seen a ghost as Joe charges and knocks both on their asses with a punch for both as Jimmy scrambles out of the ring Bobby and Joe tie up and neither has the advantage as they let go until Bobby runs off the ropes and attempts a drop kick barely moving Joe back a step as he tries again only to get goozled and Chokeslammed for his trouble as both tag out Henry meeting Jimmy as the two go back and forth trading blows until a superkick out of left field rocks Jimmy sending him reeling into Bobby who tags in looking to clothesline which Henry ducks as he charges.
Everett: so far these two are not giving the other an inch
Amsler: I'm just sitting here watching how the southern Express are reacting to Joe being in Henry's Corner
Everett: yes it's amazing Joe hasn't lost a step.
Amsler: looking better than ever is more like it!
The match continues as Bobby now struggling with Joe who has him in a tight headlock is driven hard to the ground as Joe gets up and a struggling Bobby does so as well Jimmy having had enough of this calls Bobby over for a tag as they both work together to bring Joe down delivering double dropkicks each and stomps and punch flurries putting him to a knee as they then deliver a knee each and put him on the mat as Jimmy the legal man covers
1...2...NO SIR!!! Henry busts up the count as Bobby attempts to get in but is met by a Hard clothesline right off the apron by Henry as Joe gets up Jimmy is all alone and is in trouble as both brothers surround him like sharks but Bobby managing to get back up gets in the ring grabbing Henry and with Jimmy's help puts them in a corner going old school and taking turns getting a few shots in, then tagging out and going around and around until Joe comes in for the save. Joe gets one shot in on Jimmy, who’s the legal man, but is quickly taken down by Bobby who jumps up to and then off the top rope with a flying lariat! Jimmy quickly taps his partner on the shoulder to remind him to get out and Bobby scrambles back out of the ring, but not before throwing another shot to Henry who is now in the corner on the ground. Henry gets to his feet and goes after Bobby. He swings with a huge Right Hand that knocks Bobby to the floor. However it allows Jimmy to sneak up behind Henry with a School Boy.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via -Pinfall-... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!
Everett: What a return for Bandanna Joe Porter but they cheated. He had a handfull of material with that move.
Amsler: Why is it everytime the one ou want to win loses you scream how they cheated?
Everett: Don't look at me, look at the replay! If Jimmy Lane had any more of Henry's gear in his hand he'd be taking them home in his suitcase. I saw him cheat, Glasgow saw him cheat. This result stinks like yesterday's Haggis.
Amsler: I thought that was you.
The EWC World Wide Ring sits empty awaiting the next match of the night, the crowds are still pumped from the last match and are chanting “EWC! EWC! EWC!” While the camera spans the frenzy of signs and people jumping up and down. Then the camera pulls back, revealing this is being viewed on a small 20’ Inch television in a pitch dark hotel room. An empty glass shatters the screen suddenly causing it to go dark.
Morden McBride: Chant all you want, stains of humanity. All I see are selfish, ignorant sacks of skin that don’t deserve to be allowed to walk the same realm as my master, Morden Crypt. But don’t worry, he’s getting ready. He’s been busy you see, making All Seeing Masks to put on your heroes, to show them what awaits inside the gates of purgatory. Their worst fear will meet them there.
A car passes by lighting up the room briefly from one end to the other, we can quickly see McBride’s face staring straight, then the six Halloween Mask’s prepared on the counter next to the television, then darkness again.
Morden McBride: My master is getting impatient though, constantly demanding that we go for a walk right now, that he has enough masks to start our journey. But I think it’s best to wait, we should scout for these souls who walk without guidance. By the time we’re ready, my master will have enough masks to cover the entirety of EWC and all will know what true fear is. There is a great quote by Dale Carnegie that I would like to protest.
McBride stops and you can barely see him pointing up in the shadows. He starts breathing heavier as if he can hear something coming.
McBride: The quote is - Fear doesn’t exist anywhere, except in the mind!- Ha ha ha ha! You damn fools! Once you experience your worst fear, it will sink its clutches into your very soul to where the hairs on your arm will stand up, your knees will go weak, your bladder will try to empty, your teeth will chatter, your lips will quiver, your eyes will leak, your heart will beat faster and your muscles will tighten up!
He tries to light up a cigarette but he’s shaking too violently and the flicks light up his face every time, showing a panicked expression.
McBride: I have to go now, my master is ready to walk in the shadows!
A car passes by again in the opposite direction this time as McBride moves his hands over his head, the light passes by him and now he’s become Morden Crypt, staring out of his Halloween mask, not moving as the light passes into darkness again.
When the picture returns, we see Amsler and Everett
Everett: Once again, let’s briefly go back and check in on our Indy Championship match. From our understanding, that train is now somewhere around Lancaster, wherever the fuck that is!
We’re back on the Crazy Train. The camera is on Niklaus Forbes and Dominic Sanders. Sanders is with a medic, who is checking out a massive gash from the fire extinguisher on the side of his head. We switch to another camera and see that Sharpe has slowed down his pace. He is finally letting down his guard a little bit as he maneuvers through the rail cars. Suddenly, he bumps into something and stops. Sharpe turns his head and sees Melody Malone and Iggy Swango standing in front of him in street clothes.
They both lay into him, ambushing and outnumbering the former Indy Champion. The camera cuts away briefly to see Dominic Sanders up and beginning to walk in the direction of the action. We switch back over. As Iggy drops a hefty ass-cheek down across Sharpe’s throat, Malone bends over with a smirk on her face.
Malone: Oh, Jordy. We knew you were dumb. We didn’t know you were so dumb that you wouldn’t expect us to be here. Bless your heart.
Malone drives a high heel into Sharpe’s temple. Sharpe rolls around holding his head. Iggy gets up to her feet and stands next to Malone with her arm propped up on Malone’s shoulder. Sanders comes through the door into the train car.
Swango: He’s all yours.
Sanders smirks and drives a boot into the side of Sharpe’s head. Swango and Malone disappear through the door and into another car. Sanders picks Sharpe up off of the floor.
Sanders: You fuckin’ moron. Never bring a TIDE PEN to a gunfight!
Sanders lifts Sharpe up and drills him with the Riptide in the aisle way. He covers Sharpe.
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Forbes: Point for Sanders! Jordan Sharpe leads 2-1!
Sanders sits in an empty seat and holds the side of his bleeding head as we move back to the show in Glasgow.
They both lay into him, ambushing and outnumbering the former Indy Champion. The camera cuts away briefly to see Dominic Sanders up and beginning to walk in the direction of the action. We switch back over. As Iggy drops a hefty ass-cheek down across Sharpe’s throat, Malone bends over with a smirk on her face.
Malone: Oh, Jordy. We knew you were dumb. We didn’t know you were so dumb that you wouldn’t expect us to be here. Bless your heart.
Malone drives a high heel into Sharpe’s temple. Sharpe rolls around holding his head. Iggy gets up to her feet and stands next to Malone with her arm propped up on Malone’s shoulder. Sanders comes through the door into the train car.
Swango: He’s all yours.
Sanders smirks and drives a boot into the side of Sharpe’s head. Swango and Malone disappear through the door and into another car. Sanders picks Sharpe up off of the floor.
Sanders: You fuckin’ moron. Never bring a TIDE PEN to a gunfight!
Sanders lifts Sharpe up and drills him with the Riptide in the aisle way. He covers Sharpe.
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Forbes: Point for Sanders! Jordan Sharpe leads 2-1!
Sanders sits in an empty seat and holds the side of his bleeding head as we move back to the show in Glasgow.
MATCH #3
»EWC TV TITLE #1 Contenders Match«
Faith Rivers
Vs Quinn Collins
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»EWC TV TITLE #1 Contenders Match«
Faith Rivers
Vs Quinn Collins
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Everett: This one should be a cracker.
Amsler: Faith Rivers versus Quinn Collins. One recently held the TV Title here in EWC and would love to get back there while the other would love have a run as the TV Champion.
Everett: Should Faith be wrestling today? Isn't Sunday some day of rest?
Amsler: What? No! Her name is Faith! She's not some biblical entity come to EWC.
Blue and gold lights fill the arena as "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play. The crowd begins to boo as Quinn Collins emerges, wearing blue and gold gear, a gold jacket and sunglasses. She stands in the middle of the spotlight on top of the entrance ramp and extends her arms out. As she does so, the words BAD BITCH appears on the titantron behind her
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is The Bad Bitch From Brooklyn.....QUINN COLLINS
Quinn makes her way down the ramp and enters the ring. She briefly poses on the turnbuckle, before removing her sunglasses and tossing them into the crowd. Quinn then stands in the middle of the ring and pulls each side of her jacket open whilst also tilting her head back. She then completely removes her jacket and tosses it out of the ring, ready to fight.
As "Legendary" by Skillet begins to play, the opening lyrics can be heard throughout the arena.
Legendary
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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: And 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.
DING DING DING
Faith runs Silver and hitting her with a Spear. While Silver grabs at her ribs Faith drags her to her feet before Quinn elbows Faith in the jaw. Faith turns and eats a Clothesline from Quinn. Quinn hits Faith with some rights before sending her off the ropes. Faith ducks a Clothesline and hits the ropes again. This time, Quin lifts Faith for a Sidewalk Slam but Faith manages to get out of it by slipping over Quinn's shoulder. Both women stare at each other before Quinn kicks Faith in the gut and lifts her for a Suplex. Instead of falling to the canvas, Quinn brings Faith down so the back of Faith's neck hits Quinn's knee. As Faith reaches for her neck, Quinn grabs her with a Chinlock. Faith is quickly able to get to her feet and push Quinn off the ropes. Quinn ducks a Clothesline attempt and goes to boot Faith in the gut. Faith catches Quinn's foot and pushes it away but Quinn is able to spin and connects with a Spinning Heel Kick that knocks Faith off the ropes but Faith catches Quinn with a Clothesline that sends Quinn through the ropes and onto the apron. Faith stands on the middle turnbuckle and grabs Quinn and heaves Quinn up for what looks like a Superplex but is quickly turned into a Falcon Arrow as both come down to the canvas with a crash. Faith grabs Quinn's leg as the referee makes the count
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Faith lifts Quinn to her feet but Quinn catches Faith with an Elbow to the jaw before whipping Faith off the ropes but Faith ducks a Clothesline and catches Quinn with a Chop to the chest and follows up with a Russian Leg Sweep. Faith tries to lift Quinn off the mat but gets an Elbow in the gut for it. Quinn follows up with a series of punches that send Faith into the corner. Quinn Irish Whips Faith to the opposite corner but Faith reverses it sending Quinn hard into the corner. Faith runs at Quinn before hitting her with a Handspring Elbow. Instead of stepping out of the corner, Faith grabs Quinn and comes running out of the corner hitting Quinn with a Faithless. She makes the cover.
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Everett: Both starting well but something's got to give here.
Amsler: The current TV Champion, Dio has to be watching this in the back. Who do you think he's rooting for?
Everett: Hard to say. Quinn is a fresh challenge and Faith is hot. He might want to have a different kind of physical confrontation with her.
Amsler: No matter how, you ALWAYS have to bring it down don't you?
Faith lifts Quinn off the canvas and hits a Clothesline and a Suplex. Faith picks Quinn off the canvas again and hits her with a Powerbomb. Faith lifts Quinn for a second Powerbomb but Quinn counters with a Northern Lights Suplex.
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Faith just gets a shoulder up. Quinn climbs to the top turnbuckle as Faith uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Quinn throws herself at Faith hitting a Quintessence that sends Faith springing backwards. Quinn drags herself over to Faith and stretches an arm across Faith's chest
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Faith just gets a hand onto the bottom rope. Both women drag themselves to their feet before Faith hits Quinn with Forearms creating space between them before running at Quinn and hitting a Spear. Faith makes the cover.
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Faith screams in fury as Quinn raises her left arm into the air. Faith stomps Quinn and then stands in the corner. She looks to the crowd for a moment before running at Quinn. Faith then Handsprings into a Moonsault and drops onto Quinn. Faith hooks the leg.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... FAITH RIVERS!
Everett: What a match! What a move! A Handspring Moonsault.
Amsler: We said this could come down to who wanted it more. That was Faith Rivers. She wanted it, and she fought for an opportunity to take out Quinn Collins
Everett: She took Quinn out?
Amsler: I'm stopping you there. However our action isn't stopping as we head back to the Crazy Train. Last we saw, Dominic Sanders and his fuckin’ cronies got one back on Sharpe. That bastard needed the help of his buddies in America’s Most Hated in order to finally mount some offense. What a shithead.
Everett: Let’s go back aboard the northbound train, which is somewhere around Penrith, almost halfway to Glasgow!
When we move back to the scene, Sanders and Sharpe are slugging it out near the Conductor’s car at the front of the train. Sanders drills Sharpe in the ribcage with a heavy knee. Sharpe doubles over as Sanders walks to the door leading into the Conductor’s car. Sanders opens the sliding door and then walks back over to Sharpe. He leans over and picks Sharpe up by the head slowly, as both men are completely gassed with no end in sight. Sanders positions Sharpe’s head in the sliding doorway of the car. He grabs the door and slams it shut hard, sandwiching Sharpe’s head between the door and the frame. Sharpe grabs his head in agony as Sanders smirks. He grabs the door one more time and slams it hard again on Sharpe’s head. Sanders laughs as Sharpe is in serious pain. Sanders drops down for a cover.
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Forbes: Point for Sanders! We are all tied up, 2-2!
Sanders laughs as he gets up and walks into the Conductor’s car. He finds the horn and hits it twice loudly.
Sanders smirks as we move back to ringside for the Television Championship match.
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Forbes: Point for Sanders! We are all tied up, 2-2!
Sanders laughs as he gets up and walks into the Conductor’s car. He finds the horn and hits it twice loudly.
CHOOOOOO CHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Sanders smirks as we move back to ringside for the Television Championship match.
MATCH #4
»EWC TELEVISION TITLE «
Nevaeh
Vs Dio (c)
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»EWC TELEVISION TITLE «
Nevaeh
Vs Dio (c)
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Everett: This should be a good match
Amsler: Nevaeh versus Dio. The challenger, Nevaeh, has proven with her body of work that she deserves a shot here tonight. While Dio has seemingly come from nowhere and exploded. In a very short time, he's gone from being a nobody to being the TV Champion with a title defence right now.
Everett: Speaking of Nevaeh and body of work. She's got a body I'd like to work.....
Amsler: No. No! We are not going there. However we are going to the ring
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her long the way.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC Television Championship! Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, the challenger, this is...NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh will strike a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she'll mouth off to the fans and pace the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.
Reid: Her opponent, residing in Seattle, WA, weighing in at 205 pounds... the EWC Telaevision Champion, 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.
DING DING DING
Dio runs at Nevaeh with a Clothesline but she ducks it and hits Dio with a Spinning Back Fist. Dio holds his jaw which allows Nevaeh to run at him with a Spear that takes him to the canvas. Once there, Nevaeh unloads on him with a series of Right Hands. Nevaeh lifts Dio to his feet and Irish Whips Dio off the ropes. On his way back he ducks a Clothesline attempt and knocks Nevaeh down with a standing Dropkick. He lifts Nevaeh off the mat and high into the air with a Gorilla Press before bringing her down across his knee with a Gutbuster. He covers her.
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Dio lifts Nevaeh up for a Suplex but Nevaeh slips out of it and hits Dio with a Neckbreaker. With Dio on the canvas, Nevaeh grabs his left arm and Legdrops it. Nevaeh then pulls on the left arm dragging Dio to his feet. Using her left arm to hold Dio's, Nevah then hits Dio's left arm with the point of her right elbow three times before hooking it in a Hammerlock. Dio tries to roll out of it but Nevaeh keeps her grip and rolls with him before applying an Armbar. Dio yells in pain before getting to his feet. Dio pushes Nevaeh into the corner forcing Nevaeh to release his arm. Dio then charges at Nevaeh but she moves at the last second and Dio hits the corner left arm first. As Dio holds his arm, Nevaeh stretches her leg and places her foot on Dio's throat choking him in the corner. The referee tries to break the hold but Nevaeh argues with the referee keeping her foot on his throat the entire time. When Nevaeh eventually removes her foot, Dio slumps to the ground in the corner. Nevaeh runs a Dio hitting a Low Cross Body. Nevaeh puts her hand on the back of Dio's head and tries to roll him out of the corner but Dio rolls to his feet and catches Nevaeh with some Right Hands before shooting her off the ropes. He ducks looking for a Back Drop but Nevaeh leapfrogs onto Dio's back before hitting a Code Red. She puts her feet on Dio's shoulders as the referee counts.
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Everett: Almost the end of the line there for Dio
Amsler: I like to think he's got more in the tank. Nobody becomes the TV Champion if they go down this early in a match.
Everett: Always got to agrue with me don't you? Not one thing can I say you don't argue with.
Amsler: That's not true. Sometimes I do agree with you.
Nevaeh punches the mat in frustration as both get to their feet. Nevaeh tries to Dropkick Dio but he catches Nevaeh's feet and Slingshots her face first into the corner. Dio tries for a Tranquility but Nevaeh counters with a Spinebuster-cum-takedown and rolls him up for a cover.
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Nevaeh grabs Dio for a DDT but he Backdrops her and runs off the ropes. Nevaeh lands on her feet but turns right into a Laertius Effect. He hooks the leg.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and STILL EWC Television Champion... DIO!
Everett: Damn it Dio!
Amsler: Not rooting for him? How sad. You want to tell the people what happened?
Everett: Nevaeh goes for a DDT but Dio slides out like the snake he is. He then sexually assaults Nevaeh and the referee counts the three.
Amsler: Is your screen on the blink or something? We need to get that fixed as we have the conclusion of The Crazy Train Match coming up.
Amsler: It is now officially time for the rest of the Main Event. Jordan Sharpe and Dominic Sanders have been fighting all night long. Right now, sources tell me that they are somewhere around Beattock.
Everett: Excuse me, but that is inappropriate to talk about peoples’ buttocks on the air!
Amsler: No, you fuckin’ idiot. Beattock is roughly 55 to 60 miles, or 88.5 to 96.5 kilometres, from Glasgow. That train has about forty-five or so minutes, give or take, before it reaches the station. If nobody is thrown off of the train, then we go by whomever is leading the pinfall count!
Everett: Which is 2-2 right now. What about if it’s all tied up at that point?
Amsler: Then I suppose they fight in sudden death overtime at Glasgow Central Station. That's a great question. Again, since there is no commentary during this match, it has been a phenomenal evening! Enjoy the rest of World Wide II! Let’s get back to the action!
As we move back inside of the train, we see that both men are extremely beat up. Sanders has a gash about one and a half inches wide in his head from the fire extinguisher. It has been butterfly-bandaged up, but is still slowly oozing blood. Sharpe has a raspberry on his temple from Melody Malone’s pointed high-heel. He also has a long red mark on the side of his face and head from the door being slammed earlier. Sanders’ hand is still bleeding from getting stabbed with a fork. There’s a decent red mark across Sharpe’s back from being speared onto the stairs.
Currently, Sanders and Sharpe are fighting on the upper level in one of the passenger cars. Passengers stare at them as they beat the living hell out of each other. Sanders throws a left hand, but Sharpe catches it. He grabs ahold of it tightly and squeezes the fork wound, causing Sanders to wince in pain. Sanders goes low and kicks Sharpe square in the balls. Sharpe drops to his knees as a collective “Oooooh” is released by the passengers. Sanders grabs Sharpe by the back of the hair and gets in his face.
Sanders: I told you that you never had a chance. I could’ve thrown you off of this train two hours ago. I’ve been toying with your stupid ass!
Voice: HEY!
Sanders hears a voice and turns around. He looks at the man closely and shakes his head. He rubs his eyes before addressing the man.
Sanders: John Krasinski?
The distraction is enough as Sharpe grabs Sanders by the upper body and slings him hard into a window. It shatters! Sanders sails through the window! Sharpe drops to his knees in triumph!
Sharpe: Thanks, Halpert.
Krasinski nods at him and walks off. Niklaus Forbes sprints to the window quickly to see where Sanders landed. He waives his arms in the air.
Forbes: NO!
Sharpe pulls his head out of his hands and gets up and walks over to the shattered window. He looks down and sees that Sanders was somehow able to grab ahold of a windowsill on the lower deck. Sharpe cannot believe it. He turns and moves towards the staircase to move down a level. As he gets there, he goes over to the open window and looks out. Sanders is gone.
Sharpe: YES! HE FELL OFF! I WIN!
Voice: You sure about that?
Sharpe turns into a stiff boot to the side of the head by Sanders. Sharpe falls to his knees. Sanders grabs Sharpe and hooks him up into a double-arm DDT right onto a passenger’s fiberglass guitar case. He rolls Sharpe over and covers him.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Forbes: Dominic Sanders leads 3-2!
Sanders sits up with a smirk on his face. He looks out the window and sees a sign that says “Welcome to Abington.” The train is roughly 40 miles away from Glasgow and Sanders has a one fall lead over Sharpe. Sanders pulls himself up to his feet. He grabs Sharpe by the head and shoulders and drags him over to the staircase. He begins climbing the staircase one step at a time, driving Sharpe’s face down into each step. As they reach the top level of the train, Sanders tosses Sharpe at the feet of some passengers. He sits down on a wall and catches his breath.
Forbes: Dominic. Jordan. We are about thirty minutes from Glasgow!
Sanders stands up to his feet. Sharpe does the same. Sharpe sprints at Sanders and goes low, taking Sanders’ knee out and causing him to somersault over Sharpe. Sanders grabs his knee and rolls around on the floor a little bit. Sharpe sits there to catch his breath as he hears a voice.
Voice: Here. Use this.
Sharpe looks up and sees a familiar face reaching something out towards him.
Sharpe: WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS EVERYBODY ON THIS TRAIN?!
Sharpe grabs Grizzly Duggan’s hot bowl of Chunky Chicken Noodle Soup and tosses it into Sanders’ face. Sanders screams as the broth burns his face. Sharpe walks to Sanders and raises the bowl up, then drives it down and shatters it on the back of Sanders’ head. He rolls Sanders over and covers.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Forbes: Point for Jordan Sharpe! We are tied at 3-3!
Now approaching Symington, we are around thirty miles from Glasgow and less than thirty minutes. Sharpe, feeling a sense of urgency, grabs Sanders and pulls him close to the broken window from earlier. He drags Sanders, who is still trying to recover from the scalding hot soup, up to his feet and leans him against the window. Sanders’ body is halfway hanging out of the window. Sharpe looks at him and goes to kick him in the chest to send him out of the window. Sanders catches Sharpe’s foot. He flips Sharpe over and grabs Sharpe's other foot and locks him into the Texas Bluebonnet! Sharpe screams in pain as he is face-down on the floor with glass shards digging into his palms. Forbes is right there asking if he gives up. Sharpe grabs a thick piece of glass and drives it into Sanders’ left calf. Sanders screams in pain, but he doesn’t release the hold. He cinches the hold in even harder. Finally, Sharpe has no choice. He taps out.
Forbes: Dominic Sanders now leads 4-3!
Sanders tosses Sharpe’s feet away from him and leans against the window to catch his breath. Sanders, still hanging halfway out the window, looks up. He sees a railing on the top of the train. He looks down at Sharpe and then back up at the railing. With the lead and about twenty or so minutes to go, Sanders reaches up and grabs the railing. He pulls his feet up onto the windowsill. He then pulls up with all of his strength and rolls himself up onto the top of the train. Sharpe lunges forward and grabs ahold of Sanders’ boot, but not in time. The boot slips through Sharpe’s fingers. Knowing he HAS to either tie the count or toss Sanders off of the train, he starts to wiggle his way out of the window and grabs the railing up above. He begins pulling himself up, but Sanders gets to his feet. Sanders steps hard onto Sharpe’s right hand, forcing it to detach from the railing. Sanders then puts his boot on top of Sharpe’s left hand and bends over to talk to him.
Sanders: This is it, Sharpe. End of the line. You had plenty of chances to finish this. It’s your own fucking fault that you didn’t!
Sanders lifts his boot off of Sharpe’s hand. Right before he brings it down to stomp on Sharpe’s other hand, Sharpe slings a handful of Tide powdered laundry detergent from his pocket into Sanders’ eyes. Sanders stumbles backwards grabbing his stinging eyes. Sharpe reaches up with his right hand and pulls himself up onto the top of the train. Forbes pulls a ladder down from the ceiling of the inside of the rail car. He climbs up and opens the emergency escape hatch in the roof. Sanders is stumbling around aimlessly as Sharpe gets to his feet. Sharpe grabs Sanders and drives a headbutt into Sanders’ forehead. Sanders stumbles backwards and teeters on the edge of the roof. Sharpe grabs him by the hair to keep him from falling momentarily and looks at him.
Sharpe: HEY SANDERS! I GOT SOME BAD NEWS! YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK! GOODBYE!
Sharpe rears back and then drives a palm thrust right into Sanders. Sanders flies backwards and off of the top of the train about twenty feet down into a grassy area near Cleghorn Parks. Sharpe drops to his knees and then lays down on his back.
Forbes: Your winner and NEW Indy Champion… Jordan Sharpe!
Forbes takes his backpack off and grabs the Indy Championship out of it. He lays it on top of Jordan Sharpe as Sharpe lays there exhausted and motionless. The camera turns back to where Sanders fell off of the train and zooms in as much as possible. We barely see Sanders’ limp, bloody body as the show ends.
Currently, Sanders and Sharpe are fighting on the upper level in one of the passenger cars. Passengers stare at them as they beat the living hell out of each other. Sanders throws a left hand, but Sharpe catches it. He grabs ahold of it tightly and squeezes the fork wound, causing Sanders to wince in pain. Sanders goes low and kicks Sharpe square in the balls. Sharpe drops to his knees as a collective “Oooooh” is released by the passengers. Sanders grabs Sharpe by the back of the hair and gets in his face.
Sanders: I told you that you never had a chance. I could’ve thrown you off of this train two hours ago. I’ve been toying with your stupid ass!
Voice: HEY!
Sanders hears a voice and turns around. He looks at the man closely and shakes his head. He rubs his eyes before addressing the man.
Sanders: John Krasinski?
The distraction is enough as Sharpe grabs Sanders by the upper body and slings him hard into a window. It shatters! Sanders sails through the window! Sharpe drops to his knees in triumph!
Sharpe: Thanks, Halpert.
Krasinski nods at him and walks off. Niklaus Forbes sprints to the window quickly to see where Sanders landed. He waives his arms in the air.
Forbes: NO!
Sharpe pulls his head out of his hands and gets up and walks over to the shattered window. He looks down and sees that Sanders was somehow able to grab ahold of a windowsill on the lower deck. Sharpe cannot believe it. He turns and moves towards the staircase to move down a level. As he gets there, he goes over to the open window and looks out. Sanders is gone.
Sharpe: YES! HE FELL OFF! I WIN!
Voice: You sure about that?
Sharpe turns into a stiff boot to the side of the head by Sanders. Sharpe falls to his knees. Sanders grabs Sharpe and hooks him up into a double-arm DDT right onto a passenger’s fiberglass guitar case. He rolls Sharpe over and covers him.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Forbes: Dominic Sanders leads 3-2!
Sanders sits up with a smirk on his face. He looks out the window and sees a sign that says “Welcome to Abington.” The train is roughly 40 miles away from Glasgow and Sanders has a one fall lead over Sharpe. Sanders pulls himself up to his feet. He grabs Sharpe by the head and shoulders and drags him over to the staircase. He begins climbing the staircase one step at a time, driving Sharpe’s face down into each step. As they reach the top level of the train, Sanders tosses Sharpe at the feet of some passengers. He sits down on a wall and catches his breath.
Forbes: Dominic. Jordan. We are about thirty minutes from Glasgow!
Sanders stands up to his feet. Sharpe does the same. Sharpe sprints at Sanders and goes low, taking Sanders’ knee out and causing him to somersault over Sharpe. Sanders grabs his knee and rolls around on the floor a little bit. Sharpe sits there to catch his breath as he hears a voice.
Voice: Here. Use this.
Sharpe looks up and sees a familiar face reaching something out towards him.
Sharpe: WHAT THE FUCK? WHY IS EVERYBODY ON THIS TRAIN?!
Sharpe grabs Grizzly Duggan’s hot bowl of Chunky Chicken Noodle Soup and tosses it into Sanders’ face. Sanders screams as the broth burns his face. Sharpe walks to Sanders and raises the bowl up, then drives it down and shatters it on the back of Sanders’ head. He rolls Sanders over and covers.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
Forbes: Point for Jordan Sharpe! We are tied at 3-3!
Now approaching Symington, we are around thirty miles from Glasgow and less than thirty minutes. Sharpe, feeling a sense of urgency, grabs Sanders and pulls him close to the broken window from earlier. He drags Sanders, who is still trying to recover from the scalding hot soup, up to his feet and leans him against the window. Sanders’ body is halfway hanging out of the window. Sharpe looks at him and goes to kick him in the chest to send him out of the window. Sanders catches Sharpe’s foot. He flips Sharpe over and grabs Sharpe's other foot and locks him into the Texas Bluebonnet! Sharpe screams in pain as he is face-down on the floor with glass shards digging into his palms. Forbes is right there asking if he gives up. Sharpe grabs a thick piece of glass and drives it into Sanders’ left calf. Sanders screams in pain, but he doesn’t release the hold. He cinches the hold in even harder. Finally, Sharpe has no choice. He taps out.
Forbes: Dominic Sanders now leads 4-3!
Sanders tosses Sharpe’s feet away from him and leans against the window to catch his breath. Sanders, still hanging halfway out the window, looks up. He sees a railing on the top of the train. He looks down at Sharpe and then back up at the railing. With the lead and about twenty or so minutes to go, Sanders reaches up and grabs the railing. He pulls his feet up onto the windowsill. He then pulls up with all of his strength and rolls himself up onto the top of the train. Sharpe lunges forward and grabs ahold of Sanders’ boot, but not in time. The boot slips through Sharpe’s fingers. Knowing he HAS to either tie the count or toss Sanders off of the train, he starts to wiggle his way out of the window and grabs the railing up above. He begins pulling himself up, but Sanders gets to his feet. Sanders steps hard onto Sharpe’s right hand, forcing it to detach from the railing. Sanders then puts his boot on top of Sharpe’s left hand and bends over to talk to him.
Sanders: This is it, Sharpe. End of the line. You had plenty of chances to finish this. It’s your own fucking fault that you didn’t!
Sanders lifts his boot off of Sharpe’s hand. Right before he brings it down to stomp on Sharpe’s other hand, Sharpe slings a handful of Tide powdered laundry detergent from his pocket into Sanders’ eyes. Sanders stumbles backwards grabbing his stinging eyes. Sharpe reaches up with his right hand and pulls himself up onto the top of the train. Forbes pulls a ladder down from the ceiling of the inside of the rail car. He climbs up and opens the emergency escape hatch in the roof. Sanders is stumbling around aimlessly as Sharpe gets to his feet. Sharpe grabs Sanders and drives a headbutt into Sanders’ forehead. Sanders stumbles backwards and teeters on the edge of the roof. Sharpe grabs him by the hair to keep him from falling momentarily and looks at him.
Sharpe: HEY SANDERS! I GOT SOME BAD NEWS! YOU ARE THE WEAKEST LINK! GOODBYE!
Sharpe rears back and then drives a palm thrust right into Sanders. Sanders flies backwards and off of the top of the train about twenty feet down into a grassy area near Cleghorn Parks. Sharpe drops to his knees and then lays down on his back.
CHOO CHOO CHOO
Forbes: Your winner and NEW Indy Champion… Jordan Sharpe!
Forbes takes his backpack off and grabs the Indy Championship out of it. He lays it on top of Jordan Sharpe as Sharpe lays there exhausted and motionless. The camera turns back to where Sanders fell off of the train and zooms in as much as possible. We barely see Sanders’ limp, bloody body as the show ends.
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Prime
Southern Express
Southern Express
Carter & Morden
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Rafe White
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Porter Company
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Prime
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Prime
MATCH FIVE| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Dominic Sanders
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Koji Kiriu Vs Spectre
WINNER: Koji Kiryu
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TAG TEAM MATCH
Southern Express Vs The Porter Company
WINNERS: Southern Express
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EWC TELEVISION TITLE #1 CONTENDERS MATCH
Faith Rivers Vs Quinn Collins
WINNER: Faith Rivers
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EWC TELEVISION TITLE
Nevaeh Vs Dio (c)
WINNER: Dio (still EWC Television Champion)
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CRAZY TRAIN MATCH FOR THE INDY TITLE
Jordan Sharpe Vs Dominic Sanders (c)
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe (new Indy Champion)
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Jordan Sharpe
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Jordan Sharpe vs Dominic Sanders
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