Post by PRIME on Jun 14, 2020 20:40:54 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 #67
JUNE 14 2020
LIVE! from the Gimnasio Miguel Hidalgo, Puebla ,Mexico
PRIME
EPISODE #67
JUNE 14 2020
LIVE! from the Gimnasio Miguel Hidalgo, Puebla ,Mexico
EWC PRIME
Commentators: Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
While 'Could've Been Me' by The Struts blares over the loudspeakers at every locations, golden fireworks light up the sky in a display that shines brightly regardless of it is day or night. Brilliant blue spotlights swirl over the cheering crowds, whipping them up into a near-frenzy of excitement at the show to come.
Cameras flash all around the arena as the Mac-Tron cycles through Prime's roster. Jordan Freaking Sharpe, Dio, Dominic Sanders, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, The Southern Express, Silver Ann Gold, Lavender, Aeon Khronos, El Pablo, Richard Garcia, Quinn Collins, Frank Wilson and Vivi are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd...
The camera centers on ringside at the Gimnasio Miguel Hidalgo, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.
Micah Everett: With World Wide safely in the station we turn our attentions back to Prime. Where tonight we have not one but two huge matches featuring three champions.
Sandra Amsler: That's right. We have Faith Rivers taking on Dio for his TV Title and then the big one in our main event as the Undisputed Champion, Scorpio faces off against the new Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe.
Everett: Go back home and shit in your hand!
Amsler: What?
Everett: The lady at the airport said it to me when I arrived. Thought it was some good luck thing. Sounded a lot nicer when she said it.
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MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Frank Wilson
Vs Koji Kiriu
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»SINGLES«
Frank Wilson
Vs Koji Kiriu
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Everett: Here we are Amsler, the first match tonight we have Frank Wilson vs Koji Kiriu. What do you make of this Black Wolf, Frank Wilson?
Amsler: This mean looking son of a bitch has all the tools it takes to make it far in this business Everett. As for his opponent, you never know when that strong style of Koji could end a match. should be damn interesting to see who comes out on top.
Everett: We take you down to ringside with Reid standing by.
Amsler: Good!
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, from Canyon Texas, weighing in at 205 pounds... Frank Wilson!
Lights go completely black and then, pyros hit as "New Colossal Hate" by Lamb Of God begins to play. Red lights begin to flash through the arena as from the back steps The Black Wolf. Head facing down as he brushes his palm through his hair, he gradually looks up and disregards all of the fans as he begins his ascend down to the ring. He walks the steps, grabs the ropes and flips over the top landing in the middle with his legs crossed. He again brushes his head with his hand and stands to his feet. He walks his way to his corner, crouches down leaning back into the ring post as he rests his arms against the ropes as he awaits the match to begin.
Reid: His opponent, from Japan, weighing in at 225 pounds... Koji Kiriu!
The lights dim and the depressed flute and stuttering beat of the instrumental of Mask Off by Future begins to play.
When the first Bass drop hits, Koji Kiriu steps out from behind the curtain and into a spotlight, he walks down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and moving to his corner, removing his coat and awaiting the start of the match
DING DING DING
Both wrestlers take fighting stances and circle each other in the center of the ring, it doesn't take long before hard leg kicks and punches are thrown by both men, smacking off each others flesh, causing some blood thirsty fans to react loudly to the hard hitting start to the match that looks more like an MMA fight now. Koji fires off a two leg kick combo then an elbow strike that causes Frank to stagger back, he then runs and jumps with a spinning elbow attack that Frank counters with a vicious jumping knee right to his face! The loud crack of the attack echos throughout the arena as Koji falls right on his back, holding his face.
Everett: Ohhhhh he's gotta be knocked out! Did you HEAR that knee Amsler?! That sounded brutal and I think Koji is going to visiting a dentist in his near future!
Amsler: What a shot! Frank is picking him up off of the canvas, he could just pin him now, Koji looks like he's still on dream street.
Frank picks up Koji and nails him with a piledriver. He covers him...1.....2.....Frank lets him up! The referee argues with him and tells him to end it, Frank pays no attention to the official and drops an elbow on Koji. He hauls him back to his feet when suddenly Koji comes back to life! He fires off more leg kicks, chops and elbow strikes! Frank nails a spinning backfist counter into a snap DDT all in nearly one motion! Frank sits next to Koji layed out on the mat, he looks at the crowd then stands up, he makes a motion that the match is over, he waits for Koji to recover, he slowly makes it to his feet when WHAM! Frank nails him with a fast roundhouse kick to the face (Blackout!) almost causing Koji to do a backflip. He falls on him and hooks his leg...1....2...3!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... Frank Wilson!
Everett: What a devastating finisher Amsler! Check out this replay, wow, that Blackout spinning roundhouse was a thing of perfection and caught him right in the side of the face and he flipped right back. Then it was just a matter of the cover and pinfall then.
Amsler: That jerkface could've pinned him five minutes ago but let him up.
Everett: Could, didn't
Amsler: What a start we've had but we got a lot more including Dark Side Dustin and Jamie Matthews who are up next
MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Jamie Matthews
Vs Dark Side Dustin
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»SINGLES«
Jamie Matthews
Vs Dark Side Dustin
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Everett: Well, that was certainly interesting, but here we are at the second match up of the night and it's an intriguing contest for sure. Dark Side Dustin vs one half of Premium Posse, Jamie Matthews.
Amsler: You forgot one important thing Everett, he's The Flyest White Guy You'll Ever Meet, Jamie Matthews.
Everett: Well, he's in tough vs this Dark Side Dustin, I'll tell you that much.
Amsler: I coulda sworn I've seen that guy before, the Dark Dustin guy, wasn't he like 6 foot 9 at one time? How do you lose nine inches in a year?
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, from The Starbreak Cinema's Concession Stand, weighing in at 220 pounds...Dark Side Dustin!
"Acid Rain" by Lorn begins to play yadda yadda yadda, Dark Side Dustin somberly walks down the runway. He goes to slide in but can't get under the bottom rope. Dark Side gets out in a huff and takes the steel stairs.
He goes to stretch his shoulders on the top ropes but the ropes break off at the turnbuckle and he falls to the middle of the ring with ring ropes all over him! Techs storm the ring to quickly fix the snapped off ring ropes. Dark Side Dustin quickly scrambles to his feet as the camera zooms in right on his face, he tilts his head and tries to be menacing, making on like he meant to break the ring. Fans can be heard laughing in the background.
Everett: (Muffling noise, trying not to laugh) Ugghh! D-Dark Side D-Dustin here....Ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Amsler: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!
Everett: (Wheezing) C-C-Checking...ha ha ha ha ha!!! C-Checking those r-r-ring ropes! Out! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Amsler: Oh my god help me! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!
Reid: His opponent, From South Los Angeles "The Flyest White Guy You've Ever Met" Jamie Matthews!
Sparkler like Pyo goes off and 'Pretty Fly For A white Guy' by The Offspring begins to play as Jamie Mathews walks onto the stage dancing like your quintessential white guy who thinks he looks cool but actually looks like an idiot. He talks to the fans at ringside but all they do is laugh at him. His friend Lorenzo covers his face with his hand and shakes his head as Jamie gets in to the ring.
DING DING DING
The techs are still fixing the ring ropes.
Everett: Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa haaa ha ha ha! D-D-did I m-mention that...? That was the funniest...ha hah ha ha!!
Amsler: Wheeeze! Looks like...ha ha ha ha ha ha haaaa! Looks like Jamie brought his A game and...ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Everett: Help us! We can't stop....ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Amsler: L-L-Lets...watch that...ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Dark Side Dustin replay......ha ha ha ha ha!!
The techs finally fix the ring ropes and the ref calls for both wrestlers to get to it. Dark Side Dustin shakes his arms and hooks up with Jamie in a collar and elbow tie up. Dustin pulls in Jamie close then turns his head to the fans and squeeks out, " Watch THIS!" and goes to push Jamie but the smaller man pushes Dustin back instead, into the ropes, that break again, causing Dustin to topple over the middle ropes to the outside of the ring!
Everett: I-I can't! Ha ha ha ha ha, I-I can't- I can't d-d-do it! ha ha ha ha ha!!
Dark Side Dustin sits up menacingly on the outside, Jamie climbs to the second turnbuckle, he waits until Dustin menacingly gets to his feet then jumps with a high cross body, taking out Dustin, then popping up and sliding back in the ring but he gets tangled in the loose ropes! Dustin takes full advantage of this and grabs the ropes and starts choking Jamie with them, he drags him back to the outside of the ring. He stomps on Jamie's face then slides in the ring, only to get tangled up in the loose ropes! The referee calls for the Techs to come back and fix the ring ropes. Jamie climbs in the ring then climbs to the second turnbuckle, he jumps with a big splash but misses Dustin's tangled up form by at least four feet, smashing his face on the canvas! Lorenzo covers his face on the outside, embarrassed at the terribly botched dive attempt. The ring is full of people now, techs trying to fix the ring and the two wrestlers on the canvas, being ignored mostly as the ref is directing traffic.
Amsler: Seriously? There has to be thirty fuckin techs in the ring right now! Ha ha ha! H-How many damn techs does it take to fix ring ropes?!
Dark Side Dustin manages to get himself free, with the help of some random techs, Jamie dropkicks him as he knocks over three techs on his way to the mat. Jamie yells out that he's going to finish Dustin with his finisher, Lorenzo yells at him to stop calling out his spots, Dustin somehow sees the finisher coming and gives him his signature eye poke, Jamie falls to the canvas holding his eye. Dark Side picks up Jamie in a choke hold, he walks over to the edge of the ring where Techs are busy fixing the ropes, he picks up Jamie easily and throws him towards the commentary table! The Chokeslam Of Such Renown That The Future Antichrist Will Use This As A Blueprint To Build His Legacy Upon connects and Jamie smashes right through the table! The fans pop loudly for the table spot!
Everett: Oh come on! Not our table!! It's only the second match! We have the rest of the night without a table now?! How much more damage are these guys going to cause?!
Dustin drags Jamie out of the wreckage, the Techs are still crowding the ring and he has to push them out of the way to get the refs attention, he produces a microphone from his pocket and screeches "It's time to end this match with such conviction that they'll be talking about this chokeslam from The Bowels Of Pandemonium Itself Courtesy Of The Dark Lord Satan's Right Hand Man who also reads some works of..." Jamie interrupts the speech with his special brain buster (Ain't I great?) but Dustin knees him in the head, breaking the hold! Jamie tries to hit him with an Impaler DDT but Dustin counters that into a massive spinebuster into a quick pin 1....2....Jamie kicks out and rolls up Dustin 1....2...Dustin counters the roll with a roll of his own 1....2...Jamie rolls 1....2....Dustin rolls 1.....2.....Jamie 1...2...Dustin 1....Jamie 1....2...Dustin 1...2....3!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: The winner, via pinfall .... Dark Side Dustin!
Everett: I can't remember a time when I laughed that hard Amsler. But seriously, good win amidst all that damn chaos. Somebody get out here with a new table please.
Amsler: I don't know what to say about that, it was certainly eventful Everett. What was that, seven or eight counter rolls at the end there? Can't say I've seen that before! What a crazy match.
Everett: That it was.
Amsler: While we calm down a bit, we need to step out but we have a debut up next as Sadie Sharpe takes on Professor I.V.O.
Cameras are outside Prime Management's office the moment Faith Rivers walks out of the room. She closes the door behind herself before going to speak.
Faith: In case you are all wondering what was going on, I was checking with Marshall Evans about my rematch clause. I know Dio would like you to believe that I don’t have one. But the truth is, I do. So if something goes wrong tonight…
Faith doesn’t even bother to finish that sentence and switches gears.
Faith: ...Of course nothing is going to go wrong. As far as I’m concerned, I won’t even need that rematch clause. Because before this night is through, I’m going to be a three time Television Champion.
Faith nods.
Faith: So Dio better be ready because the end is almost here.
As Faith walks away, there is a shadow visible. It seems to be getting bigger and bigger til a head pops out from around the corner.
Everett: Uh, who is that?
Amsler: More like what is that?
Everett: That too.
Before we can get any answers, the scene begins to fade.
MATCH #3
»SINGLES«
Sadie Sharpe
Vs Professor I.V.O
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»SINGLES«
Sadie Sharpe
Vs Professor I.V.O
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Amsler: Up next we have newcomer Saidie Sharpe going up against Professor I.V.Ö.
Everett: All we needed... another Sharpe.
Amsler: Well she squares off tonight against I.V.Ö. Who has had a bit of a rough start here in the EWC.
Everett: Well, you heard her in her promo. It wasn't her fault... loose ropes, bad officiating, and...
Amsler: Yeah, yeah... the sun got in her eyes and her mouse ate her homework. Got ya.
Everett: You wait and see... This is Master I.V.Ö.'s chance to shine! Saidie might be Jordan's niece but she is a rookie with no experience... and she is like 12 years old.
Amsler: Did you just say Master I.V.Ö.? What is wrong with you?
Reid: The following match is scheduled for a singles match. Introducing first, from... The O-Zone Layer, weighing in at 149 pounds... PROFESSOR I.V.Ö.!
'Du Hast by Rammstein begins to play as I.V.Ö. Makes her way to the ring under a shower of boos.
Everett: Listen to them boo... Silly common folk don't recognize Scientific genius when they see it!
Amsler: Did she give you something before the match?
Everett: No. Why?
Amsler: You've got a little mark on your neck... Just saying she might have gotten you with her syringe.
Everett: No... I, uh... cut myself shaving.
Reid: Her opponent, from Toronto, Ontairo, Canada, weighing in at 120 pounds... SAIDIE SHARPE!
Pyros hit and "Greatest" by Sia begins to play. Saidie makes her way out to the ring and runs the ropes as she works the fans.
DING DING DING
As soon as the bell sounds I.V.Ö. charges the unprepared Saidie from behind and drives a forearm into the back of her head. The crowd boo loudly as I.V.Ö. Smiles. Saidie starts to get to her feet but I.V.Ö. Grabs a handful of Saidie's hair and yanks her into a sit out bulldog. I.V.Ö. Is back on her feet in a flash and spring boards off the ropes with a moonsault that hits Saidie as she was trying to get to her feet.
Everett: See?! I told you... Master I.V.Ö., uh... I.V.Ö. was going to shine!
Amsler: Wait a damn minute! She did get you!
Everett: No. I'm just impressed with her skill and technique. No one understands what she is doing, her goals, or her scientific mind!
Amsler: I think I am going to need a medic down here. Everett has been I.V.Ö.'d!
I.V.Ö. laughs at Saidie as she rolls up to her feet. I.V.Ö. reaches down to pull Saidie back up to her feet but is punched in the mouth by Saidie. Saidie kips up to her feet as I.V.Ö. staggers back from the punch, wiping her mouth to see if she is bleeding. Saidie moves in quickly and drops I.V.Ö. with a step up enziguri before she pops back up and hits the ropes. Saidie comes off the ropes with a spring board with an elbow drop. The crowd is getting behind Saidie as she gets to her feet. Saidie grabs I.V.Ö.'s leg and pulls her into a sharp shooter.
Amsler: This could be it! Saidie just locked in the Sharpeshooter!
Everett: No! This can't happen... I, uh...
Saidie sinks in the hold and... the ref calls for her to break it as I.V.Ö. easily reaches out and grabs the bottom rope.
Amsler: Oh! Rookie mistake! Locking that hold in a little too close to the ropes might have just cost Saidie the momentum she had going.
Everett: Oh my head... What is going on?
Amsler: You didn't happen to talk to I.V.Ö. recently, did you?
Everett: Yeah, at commercial break I passed her and wished her luck. That's all I can remember...
Saidie looks a little frustrated with herself as she releases the hold and rolls away. I.V.Ö. smiles triumphantly as she climbs back to her feet. I.V.Ö. charges in at Saidie and they tie up. Saidie quickly slips to the side and drops, arm dragging I.V.Ö. to the mat. Saidie pops back up and grabs I.V.Ö. only get an eye rake. Saidie staggers back as she clutches her face and rubs her eyes. The ref warns I.V.Ö. about the eye rake but she ignores it. I.V.Ö. stalks in and double ax handles Saidie across the back and then pulls her into a German suplex. I.V.Ö. holds on and bridges for the pin.
1...
2. Kickout from Saidie!
I.V.Ö. slaps the mat and argues with the ref about the slow count. Saidie starts to get to her feet as she rubs her eyes. I.V.Ö. charges Saidie and blasts her with a drop kick that sends Saidie through the ropes and to the arena floor. I.V.Ö. sprints to the ropes on the opposite side and dashes back to dive through the middle ropes and right into a DDT from Saidie! The crowd cheers but both girls are down on the outside of the ring and the ref starts the count out. Saidie uses the ring apron to get to one knee. I.V.Ö. is face down on the floor but starts to stir. The ref is at a 5 count as Saidie gets to her feet and staggers towards I.V.Ö. as and rolls over on her back. The ref is at a 6 count when Saidie realizes she is being counted out and immediately reverses direction and rolls under the bottom rope. I.V.Ö. barely stumbles over and flops back under the bottom rope at the 8 count from the ref.
Saidie is to her feet first and dashes in with a shining wizard to the face of I.V.Ö. Saidie rolls over and covers I.V.Ö., hooking the leg for the pin attempt.
1...
2...
3!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via Sparkling Witch... SAIDIE SHARPE!
Amsler: Saidie with her first win with her finisher the Sparkling Witch.
Everett: I need some water.
Amsler: Maybe I need to talk to I.V.Ö. about getting my hands on one of those syringes. We'll be right back!!
MATCH #4
»EWC TELEVISION TITLE«
Faith Rivers
Vs Dio (c)
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»EWC TELEVISION TITLE«
Faith Rivers
Vs Dio (c)
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Everett: What a match we have coming up. Faith Rivers challenging the EWC TV Champion, Dio.
Amsler: That's right. Until a few weeks ago Faith Rivers was the TV Champion. However she has faught her way back to contention and thanks to a win at World Wide, she earned the title shot she has tonight.
Everett: She's someone I want to get behind. Be nice to see her win here too.
Amsler: Do you set out every week to say something to piss me off?
Reid: The following match, scheduled for one fall is for the EWC Television Championship!
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 opponent, residing in Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 205 pounds he is the EWC Television 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
Faith boots Dio in the face with a Big Boot that staggers him before unloading on Dio with a series of Forearms. Faith whips Dio off the ropes and Dio ducks a Clothesline before catching Faith with a Standing Dropkick that staggers Faith enough for Dio to hit an Elevated Gut Buster. As Faith glutches her gut, Dio grabs her left arm, pulls it so Faith is on her stomach and Legdrops her arm. Faith screams in pain as Dio drags Faith to her feet. Dio goes to Irish Whip Faith but at the last second pulls on Faith's left arm bringing her down to the canvas. Once there he pulls on her arm in a modified Armbar before allowing Faith to get back to her feet while still in an Armbar. Dio then turns the Armbar into an Arm Wrench before bringing Faith's arm down on his own shoulder sending Faith flying backwards. Clutching her arm, Faith drags herself to her feet in the corner but Dio grabs the arm and wraps it around the rope and pulls on it. Releasing on four and a half of the referee's five count. Faith slumps to the canvas but Dio grabs her left arm and drags Faith to her feet before applying a Hammerlock that he pulls on sending Faith arm first to the canvas.
Faith gets to her feet in the corner and the referee is there checking if she can continue. Whatever Faith said, probably swear words, satisfies the referee and he allows the match to continue as Dio charges at Faith looking for a Stinger Splash. What he gets is a Spinebuster. Dio gets to his feet as Faith runs off the ropes knocking Dio down with a Spinning Heel Kick. Dio ets to his feet again only to be met, this time, by a Bulldog from Faith. She runs the ropes as Dio gets to his feet, yet again this time catching Dio with a Spear. Dio is down. Faith screams in pain as she lands on her arm.
Everett: I like Faith Rivers. Maybe a little too much, but she can't compete for much longer with that bad arm.
Amsler: You say that but there is plenty moves in Faith's arsenal she can use that don't require her to use the arm.
Everett: In her what?
Amsler: I'm not going there. I'm not setting you up.
Faith's arm hangs by her side as she picks herself off the canvas and then drags Dio to his feet and hits him with a Snap Suplex. Dio staggers into the corner where Faith grabs him and kicks off the tunbuckles hitting Dio with a Tornado DDT. Faith drags Dio to his feet and Irish Whips him into the corner. Faith stands in the opposite corner and runs at Dio looking for a Handspring Elbow. At the last second, Dio moves out of the way and Faith crashes into the corner. As she stumbles out of the corner, Dio hits an Inevitable that he turns into Insufferable. Faith may have fight and tries to fight it, but the move has that name for a reason as Faith taps out.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via submission and still EWC Television Champion... DIO!
Everett: Why does this always happen? I root for someone then Dio comes along.
Amsler: Dio has been unstoppable in what little appearances he's had and sadly for Faith Rivers, tonight is no exception.
Everett: Do you think I shoud see if Faith's alright?
Amsler: Only if it means leaving this desk and not coming back. However you at home should come back as up next we have the new Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe but there may be a sting in his tale as he's against the Undisputed Champion, Scorpio in a huge main event.
The cameras fade in to once again show Prime General Manager, Marshall Evans, this time standing before the backstage interview set, the two TV screens behind him displaying the logos of both Prime and the World Wide pay-per-view. He’s got his hands clasped firmly before him, with a happy smile on his face.
Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen, Prime fans around the world, let me take this moment to thank you all. World Wide was an unprecedented success where we saw a new champion crowned, rivalries settled and new ones arise. We were the number one trending topic all over the world as World Wide was literally trending worldwide! And we here couldn’t have done it without --
The General Manager’s eyes go wide and he takes a step back as he’s suddenly surrounded on both sides by dark-clothed men in skull masks. The three of them step up to Evans, towering over him as they glare down, shoulders heaving as they breathe heavily.
Marshall: Uh… C-can I help you?
Everett: Who the hell…? Is that the guy we saw emerging from the shadows earlier today…?
Amsler: You mean after Faith left the GM’s office? It might just be... Could these be the same assailants we saw on FSW a few days ago? What are they doing here, and what could their intentions be?
Everett: I’m afraid we’re about to find out...
For several moments neither the GM nor his uninvited guests say a word. One of them abruptly grabs him by the lapels of his suit, lifting him up to eye-level.
Skull-Faced Man: We have a message to deliver…
He then tucks a hand under Evans’ stomach, lifting him horizontally before launching him head-first into the nearest TV monitor, the crystalline screen shattering and distorting the Prime logo to a mess of rainbow pixels as Evans falls several feet to the hard concrete floor in a heap.
Skull-Faced Man: Are you paying attention…?
His two partners in crime stomp over to Evans, hooking their hands under his arms and dragging his dazed body to his knees, where we can see his face has been cut wide open, small shards jutting from his scalp and cheeks. His eyes are rolling, unable to focus even when the first man grabs him firmly by the jaw.
Skull-Faced Man: Trust me, this is not a message you want me to repeat…For your sake…
His comrades proceed to drag Evans fully to his feet, holding him up as his legs clearly won’t support him in his current condition. The first man directs them to move slightly to the side before taking several steps back out of frame. As the camera quickly pulls back in an attempt to catch his next move, we see none other than Nevaeh herself seemingly walking in on the assault. She has her trusty weapon, Heaven’s Helper, slung over one shoulder, her other hand holding a bottle of soda.
The skull-faced man stops to look at her, as if silently challenging her to step in and stop them, but she just smiles sweetly and takes a sip from her soda, as if oblivious to the assault taking place not five feet away. The skull-faced man nods slowly, then launches himself back towards the helpless Prime GM, delivering a punishing Big Boot that snaps Evans’ head back with a sickening crack and almost flips him in the grip of his two captors, who throw him back onto the ground, stepping back to let their leader continue his attack.
Everett: What the hell…? Why isn’t Nevaeh doing nothing?
Amsler: I know her and Evans don’t usually see eye-to-eye, but come on! This is inexcusable!
The skull-faced man practically steps over the prone body of the Prime GM, reaching up to grab the second TV in both hands, wrenching it off the wall and tearing it from its cables in a small shower of sparks. He turns back to Evans as one of his cohorts grabs him under his chin, once again dragging him to his knees only for the TV to be smashed down on his already lacerated and bleeding head, almost snapping the entire monitor in half over his skull, shattered glass raining down as smoke rises from the cracked monitor. Evans convulses under the TV, but the other two assailants don’t let him fall as the skull-faced man shifts his grip on the wrecked TV until he’s holding it by its side. Nevaeh is still standing by, smiling vaguely and drinking from her soda bottle.
Amsler: This is sick! This is depraved! Someone needs to step in and stop this before they kill our General Manager!
Everett: Well it doesn’t look like that someone’s going to be Nevaeh! She actually looks like she’s enjoying this disgusting display of unwarranted violence!
Evans’ face is awash with crimson, blood pouring profusely from his chin and staining his smart suit, shards of glass sticking out of his flesh and matted hair. Somehow, miraculously, he still appears to be conscious as his captors hold him up again, this time with his right arm outstretched to the side.The skull-faced man stooped down to stare Evans in the eye.
Skull-Faced Man: Have you been listening, Mr Evans…? Here’s our final point…
He rises back to his full height, towering over the ravaged Prime GM, the broken TV held high overhead. He then brings it snapping down hard, square on the right shoulder of his victim with a resounding, unmistakable snap of human bone. Evans lets out a bloodcurdling scream that echoes down the stone hallway as his right arm is released to fall limply at his side at an impossible, sickening angle, as if hanging on by a thread. The skull-faced man throws the scrapped remains of the blood-smeared TV aside, grabs Evans by the throat, and stares deep in his eyes as the man appears to finally pass out.
Skull-Faced Man: ...Message delivered.
His cohorts release their victim as he shoves Evans’ unconscious form to the floor, and the three of them rise to their full height… before turning on Nevaeh.
Everett: Oh God, not Nev too - get out of there!
For the longest moment the four of them stare-down, Nevaeh dropping her soda bottle as she reaches slowly for Heaven’s Helper, lowering the sledgehammer from her shoulder, gripping it firmly in both hands, ready to defend herself as the three black-clad, skull-masked assailants begin their slow approach….
…. And continue to march right by her, as if she wasn’t even there, leaving her to follow their exit with a confused and bemused smirk. Moments later the scene is overrun by backstage staff, medics, roadies, wrestlers - everyone is there now, crowding around the bloodied and broken Evans, their shouts for a stretcher and ambulance ringing out as referees and officials turn to question Nevaeh. But she just smiles mysteriously and saunters away.
Amsler: My good God… Never in all my years have I seen such a heinous and despicable act come out of nowhere.
Everett: I’m… I’m at a loss for words. We’ll… be right back, folks…
The cameras fade to black on the scene of Evans being carefully transitioned onto a stretcher.
»SINGLES MATCH«
JORDAN SHARPE
Vs SCORPIO
Everett: Welcome to our main event of the night, folks. What an intense match we've got! Champion versus Champion in the form of Jordan Freaking Sharpe going toe-to-toe against Scorpio!
Amsler: Quite frankly, I wouldn't mind if Sharpe will give Scorpio another L. Hell, I'd welcome it. Who does Scorpio think he is, coming over our brand after insulting it?
Everett: Our 46th President. Duh, Amsler. Get with the times. You'd know this if you paid attention.
Amsler: Damnit, Everett, I --- never mind! Take us to introductions, Reid!
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Woodstock, NB, Canada weighing in at 220 pounds... JORDAN FREAKING 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.
Everett: Jordan is about to get his ass handed over to him.
Amsler: ... Wait. Wait just a damned second! You can't seriously tell me you're rooting for that ... that son of a ... are you?!
Everett: Maaaaybe. But for real, I'm just stating the facts. And honestly? Sharpe is good, but Scorpio is better. There's a reason he's beat as many champions as he has.
Amsler: Yeah, and most of them involve cheating. He's a sore winner and an even worse loser!
'Hail To The Chief' plays and the crowd begin to boo knowing who's coming out. Slowly the four members of The President's Men, Scorpio's band of bodyguards, march out from the back and line the stage and ramp ahead of the 46th President's arrival. The final one waves the Star-Spangled Banner as the music fades...
Reid: His opponent, from London, England by way of Washington DC, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The S-Factor'... 'The 46th President of The United States'... 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet'... 'The Commander-In-Chief'... The allegedly 'true' EWC United States Champion AND The EWC Undisputed Champion ... SCORPIO!
'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip, the other raised above his head with the Undisputed Championship in it, cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The S-Factor'' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.
DING DING DING
Scorpio wastes almost no time in starting the match off, seeming eager to finish the fight quickly so he can leave 'the garden pond'. Or ... is it to add another champion to his 'defeated' list?
Whatever the case may be, he gracefully aims for Sharpe was a swift Enzuigiri, but The Indy Champion isn't going to make things easy for the Undisputed Champion. He leans back slightly, like Neo would do so to a barrage of bullets from 'The Matrix', and stands back up after the kick comes to an end.
Sharpe rushes forward, closing the distance between himself and the S-Factor. Jordan then proceeds to thrust an elbow straight into Scorpio's sternum! The wind is literally knocked out of the Undisputed Champion, and it allows for the Indy Champion to follow up with a European Uppercut.
The crowd cheers and roars in approval, seeming to approve of Prime's Indy Champion giving The '46th President' a beating he won't soon forget.
The audience quickly shifts to boos, however, as The People's Camp snaps out of the daze from Jordan's attacks. Scorpio stares at the audience in a very deadpan expression before turning his attention to Sharpe, who is dashing forward to launch another attack.
Before it can hit, though, the Undisputed Champion catches Jordan off-guard with a Superkick from nowhere! The crowd boos Scorpio even louder, but he simply flashes everyone an arrogant smirk.
Everett: See? What'd I tell you? Sharpe's good, but Scorpio is better. That's just plain and simple facts.
Amsler: Hell to the no!
Everett: Don't you mean Hail To The Chief?
Amsler: Never! Hang in there, Jordan!
Sure enough, a loud "JORDAN SHARPE!" chant has started ringing out from the audience. Scorpio clicks his tongue while the Indy Champion stands up while rubbing his head. It's clear Sharpe is definitely hurting. But for the sake of his brand and the audience backing him up, he's refusing to stay down.
Scorpio shakes his head, looking as if Jordan just made the biggest mistake of his life. The S-Factor then shrugs and swings at Sharpe's head with a quick Roundhouse Kick. It lands, but this time, Jordan refuses to fall over!
The Indy Champion grits his teeth before running forward and damn well nearly beheading Scorpio with a massive lariat! He then yanks the Undisputed Champion up to his feet, only to bring him back down with a Spinebuster!
Scorpio's back arches as he swears and screams in agony. All while glaring a hole through Jordan.
Now Jordan returns the earlier favor and smirks confidently down at The People's Camp.
It takes a considerable amount of effort, but Scorpio does get back up to his feet. While his opponent recovers, Jordan takes the opportunity to do so for himself. But he barely finishes regaining his composure before the S-Factor is back on the offensive!
The Glitterazi (Lariat)!
Scorpio covers!
ONE!
TWO!!
NO!
Sharpe shoves Scorpio away, much to the Undisputed Champion's annoyance. Jordan is definitely hurting. But he's still stubbornly refusing to give up. Scorpio dashes forward, and so is Sharpe! The Indy Champion opens his right palm, placing it in front of Scorpio's face!
The BFPT! It connects!
Scorpio is covering and holding his face, swearing loudly! As the camera zooms up, a bit of blood is seen! His nose has definitely been damaged pretty badly, if not worse!
Jordan follows up with his main finisher, The Sharpeknife!
He then hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall, THE INDY CHAMPION ... JORDAN FREAKING SHARPE!
Everett: Lame. What a hack. He did that with Sanders on the Crazy Train Match, and now he's done so with our Undisputed Champion!
Amsler: Hell yeah! Way to go, Sharpe!
Everett: Ugh, you're insufferable, Amsler.
Amsler: The feeling's mutual, Everett. At any rate, thank you ladies and gentlemen for tuning into Episode #067 of PRIME! Join us again in two weeks' time for another action packed show!
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Faith Rivers
The Reavers
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MATCH WRITERS
MATCH ONE
WRITER: Carter & Morden
MATCH TWO
WRITER: Carter & Morden
MATCH THREE
WRITER: Gabrielle Visconty
MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Prime
MATCH FIVE | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Titaness
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Frank Wilson Vs Koji Kiriu
WINNER: Frank Wilson
...
SINGLES MATCH
Dark Side Dustin Vs Jamie Matthews
WINNER: Dark Side Dustin
...
SINGLES MATCH
Sadie Sharpe Vs Professor I.V.O.
WINNER: Sadie Sharpe
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SINGLES MATCH / EWC TELEVISION TITLE
Faith Rivers Vs Dio (c)
WINNER: Dio (still EWC TV Champion)
...
SINGLES MATCH
Jordan Sharpe Vs Scorpio
WINNER: Jordan Sharpe
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Jordan Sharpe
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Jordan Sharpe Vs Scorpio
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