PRIME #68 - Hong Kong

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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 #68
JULY 12th 2020



LIVE! from Queen Elizabeth Stadium in Wan Chai, Hong Kong

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, Premium Posse, Aeon Khronos, El Pablo, Xavier Reid, Richard Garcia, Quinn Collins, Morden Crypt, Frank Wilson and Vivi are all featured.

After one final pan over the crowd...

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

Micah Everett: Welcome To Hong Kong! Welcome to Prime! 

Sandra Amsler: What a show we have for you tonight. We have The TV Title on the line as Dio defends against Nevaeh. The Indy Champion collides with the International Champion in our Main Event as Jordan Sharpe faces off with Xavier Reid...

Everett: And Dominic Sanders! Don't forget Dominic Sanders! 

Amsler: Yes him too. It's going to be a huge show! 

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‘I’m Too Sexy’ by Right Said Fred plays out as ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love walks onto the stage inside Queen Elizabeth Stadium to more cheers than normal. He smiles and waves to those cheering him. He looks down at the microphone in his hand and lifts it to his face.

Love: Not the reception I was expecting on Prime but given this isn’t the normal Prime crowd, that we are here in Hong Kong and who I manage I guess it shouldn’t be that surprising. Now FSW #100 didn’t go our way and yes, many, many...MANY people are taking a victory lap at the moment because let’s face it...they love to kick people when they are down but WE ARE NOT DOWN!!! We will bounce back from this and we will be the FSW Champion...I promise you that…

The fans cheer this declaration from Buddy but he holds up his hand to calm them down

Love: But I’m not going to live in the past, Parabellum is right around the corner and we must move on to that event...especially since Killjoy and I have been tasked with captaining Team FSW as we take on the Teams from Brawl, Rampage and Team Prime…

Buddy motions towards the ring as he says Prime

Love: It’s a battle for brand supremacy so I am putting all my personal issues aside as is Killjoy in picking the 3 members of the FSW roster to join us as we make up Team FSW, now...that is my promise to this team, I am here to help manage TEAM FSW TO A WIN AT PARABELLUM, it doesn’t matter if we’ve had history with you or if you’ve had history with us...or if you had history with another member of this team...we have to come together for the FSW, it’s about the brand...the team name on the front of the shirt and not the name on the back...so without further ado please allow me to officially introduce you to TEAM FSW…

‘Fear’ by Disturbed plays out

Love: A former FSW Champion, he represented the FSW last year at Night of Champion so he knows a thing or two about putting the FSW on his back when stepping inside the ring with the other brand members of the EWC, please welcome ROBBIE ‘AIRE’ RAYDER!!!!

Robbie walks out onto the stage, clearly not wanting to be there and barely looks at Buddy as Buddy waves at him and is ignored as ‘This Game’ by AmaLee plays

Love:She was the first ever TWO time FSW Champion and a former Rumble in the Bronx winner so she knows a lot about beating members of the other brand, she is a legend of the FSW and has a pretty hot statue outside The Cow Palace that I wink at every time I walk back it, I give to you OTAKI!!!

Otaki walks out onto the stage and stays pretty clear of Buddy who smiles and winks at her and Megan looks as if she’s going to throw up in her mouth as she looks at Buddy, she makes eye contact with Robbie sizes her up, the two look as if they are about to square off as ‘One Missing Call’ plays out and both snap their heads around to see the next man out.

Love: He is the only other person who’s held the FSW Championship twice and is looking to make it a third time, he’s the longest reigning FSW Champion and a man who’s as decorated as they come in both championship and makeup, please welcome STITCHES!!!!

Stitches walks out onto the stage and just glares at Buddy who just smiles and mouths ‘welcome to the team’ but Stitches attention quickly goes to Robbie and Otaki who look as if they might jump him and take a step towards one another as ‘Deeper Deeper’ plays

Love: And finally, the man...hey, HEY!!!

As the three member of Team FSW go nose to nose Buddy storms in that direction to break them up or at least get in their way but as he reaches them Killjoy walks out onto the stage and right past them all without even looking at them, he walks to the front of the stage and raises his arms in the air to the cheers of the Hong Kong crowd. The three team members start to walk towards Killjoy, who turns around and sees them but Buddy jumps in their way and cuts them off

Love: This is the team that will walk into Parabellum and take out Team Brawl, Team Rampage and Team Prime inside the Elimination Octagon, the FSW will set the standard for the rest of 2020 and will be the most functioning team in this elimination match!! Damit guys…

Buddy drops the microphone and once again has to try and separate the members of Team FSW as Stitches and Otaki go face to face and Robbie is seen acting as if he passes out and smiles at Killjoy as Buddy stands in between the two guys as he tries to also keep Otaki and Stitches apart

MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Dominic Sanders
Vs Morden Crypt

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Everett: Alright, Sandra. It’s time to kick off the action here in Hong Kong!

Amsler: More action than you’ve gotten lately, quite frankly. Even with all of those Chinese jack-shacks you go to.

Everett: In your dreams.

Amsler: No vacancy, creepo.

Everett: Whatever! DAMON! You’re on!

Reid: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… from an unknown place… standing six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds… Morden Crypt!

The arena goes pitch black as loud sounds of scratching can be heard, then what sounds like chunks of dirt being heaved to one side, then more scratching. Morden McBride’s voice cuts through the darkness like a knife…

“Baa, baa black sheep… have you any wool?”

A spotlight shines down on the stage and it’s full of fog.

“Yes sir! Yes sir! Five bags full! One for the master…”

Morden Crypt rises up slowly inside the fog, it curls around him and he doesn’t move. He remains motionless and stares straight at the ring in his terrifying mask.

“... and one for the dame. One for the little boy, I forgot his name…”

Morden Crypt walks out of the light into the darkness, his footsteps are amplified in a loud clamping sound like he’s wearing giant boots. The spotlight turns off, draping the arena in darkness again. The footsteps continue…

“One for the sheriff, who failed in his search. One for a nun, who was trapped in her church…”

Another spotlight lit up the ramp halfway down but from below this time, cutting through more fog. Morden slowly walks through the fog, his footsteps still amplified. The light turns off again…

“Bye bye, black sheep, I have to run. It’s time for Morden Crypt to have some fun…”

The lights turn on and Morden Crypt is in the ring, standing still and awaiting Dominic Sanders.

Amsler: What the hell did I just watch and hear?

Everett: I honestly have no clue. But I’m terrified and Dominic Sanders should be, too.

Amsler: Good. Maybe this will be the end of Dominic Sanders tonight.

The lights go out in the Queen Elizabeth Stadium. Blue-grey pyrotechnics burst up on the stage and down the sides of the ramp heading towards the ring. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing. Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark blue hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. He’s got a cast on his left wrist still and walks with a slight limp. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stares out at the fans. Suddenly, Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a navy blue dress and blue streaks in her hair. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to a mostly-hostile reaction from the crowd.

Reid: His opponent... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

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

Sanders rolls gingerly underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He climbs up to his feet and stares out into the crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Cora joins him at his side. He pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing a heavy wrap on his injured ribs. Sanders grins and nods his head as he moves over to the corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring.

Amsler: Here is this cocky son-of-a-bitch.

Everett: Cocky… please. He’s one of the best in the business. Morden accused him of being prideful, but wouldn’t you be too?

Amsler: Not a lot of pride in getting your ass whipped as bad as he has lately. He lost his Indy Championship by getting thrown off of a train. Then he and Ace King lost the Tag Team Championships at Scars and Stripes. Don’t forget that Iggy Swango tapped Sanders out. Not something we have seen like… ever.

Everett: Well, tonight is the night to bounce back!

Amsler: Ironically, we’ve already found out that Dominic Sanders is the captain of Team Prime at Parabellum AND that he has picked Morden Crypt to be on his team. Very intriguing team he selected, if you ask me.

Everett: Yeah. Could’ve gone with Faith Rivers or Nevaeh or El Pablo. All former champions. Instead he picks this freak and a couple of nobodies.

Amsler: They are NOT nobodies...

DING DING DING

Sanders charged Morden with a forearm. Morden did not budge. Sanders threw a right fist. Nothing. Sanders tried to sneak a club attack to Morden with his cast while Cora distracted the referee. He nailed Morden with it, but again Morden didn’t budge!

Amsler: I have no clue what Sanders will have to do here, Everett!

Everett: Last thing we need around here is a being that cannot be defeated.

Sanders swung at Morden once more, but Morden caught the blow and started to crush Sanders’ fist in his hand, bringing the former Undisputed Champion to a knee in pain. Morden drove a headbutt into the forehead of Sanders, dropping him to the ground. Morden then picked Sanders up off of the mat by the throat and lifted him high into the air. He swung Sanders up onto his shoulder and then walked to the corner, dropping him onto the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. Sanders slumped down into the corner. Morden put a boot on Sanders’ throat and grabbed the top rope for leverage. The referee got to four and a half before Crypt took a step at him and scared him a step backwards.

Everett: Watch out, you freak! Don’t get yourself disqualified.

Amsler: I would suggest you don’t say that any louder. Don’t want him to turn his focus on you.

Crypt dragged Sanders to the middle of the ring and picked him up. He nailed Sanders with the Doomed Society! Just as Crypt went for a cover by putting his left shin across the bridge of Sanders’ nose and his right knee on his chest, Cora Whittaker once again hopped up onto the apron. The referee admonished her while Crypt turned his attention on Cora. He slowly stalked his way towards her as the referee yelled at her to get down. Sanders, out of desperation, delivered a hard low blow to Crypt, finally doing something to bend him over with pain. Cora dropped off of the apron and Sanders rolled Morden up with a school boy. The referee got into position. Sanders grabbed Morden’s pants for leverage and stole a three count to win.

DING DING DING

Reid: Here is your winner…

Before Damon Reid could announce Sanders as the winner, Morden already had Sanders by the throat. Morden lifted Sanders up and dropped him with a choke slam. He then put Sanders into the iron claw submission. Sanders flailed and tapped until about forty-five seconds passed and he passed out. Crypt then walked over and grabbed the All Seeing Mask he crafted for Sanders. Cora slid into the ring to try and help Sanders. Morden walked back to Sanders, sending Cora back out of the ring in terror. He lifted Sanders’ head up and shoved it into the mask. He left Sanders motionless on the mat as he exited the ring and walked up the ramp.

Amsler: Jesus fucking Christ. A member of Team Prime just did that to his captain. Imagine what he might do to someone from another brand. And… Micah. Did you wet yourself??

Everett: No, no. I spilled my coffee. COMMERCIAL!

We fade to a commercial break.



The camera cuts backstage to Jenna Salvatore who spots The Southern Express standing outside their locker room. She smiles and waves as she walks up to Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane.

Salvatore: Gentlemen, welcome back to Prime!

Rose: It’s always good to be back here on Prime Jenna…to see our adoring Prime fans, feel the energy of wrestling on this amazing brand and...

Lane: Getting the chance to see your pretty face…

Jimmy smiles having gotten the chance to flirt with Jenna first

Salvatore: I’m flattered Jimmy but tonight you step back into the ring with The Premium Posse, your third match against the team in a rather short time…

Rose: Well that’s the tag team business Jenna, with so many wrestlers abandoning the art of Tag Team Wrestling for the glory of singles wrestling we find ourselves facing team over and over again but it’s not a bad thing…

Lane: Nope, the way we approach it Jenna is this is our chance to see where we stand against Jamie and Carter again, like a test to see if we;ve slipped at all or if they have improved…

Rose: Sure we are 2-0 against them and yeah they beat The Melon Club since the last time we faced them but…

Lane: They also lost to Xavier Reid and Otaki just last Wednesday night at FSW #100 so that shine from Scars and Stripes has faded…

Rose: Now I heard those boys talking about beating us and forcing the EWC’s hand and getting themselves included in OUR tag team championship match at Parabellum against DSR Vol 2…

Lane: Yeah...that’s not going to happen Jenna…

Rose: Nope, not a chance, we beat them for that right and we aren’t about to let another team slide into that match and ruin it for us so…

Lane: We will pull out ALL the stops tonight...even if it means playing dirty…

Bobby and Jimmy smiles as Jimmy knocks on the door and it opens and Bunny Love steps out in a pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a grey little tank top, she smiles

Love: Oh hello there Jenna and more importantly hello there Jamie, how are you doing this fine Sunday evening? I’m looking forward to seeing you out there and to answer your question why yes, I am wearing that bikini here again tonight...just for you!!!

Jenna shakes her head

Salvatore: That’s low guys…

Rose: All’s fair in love and wrestling Jenna…

Lane: WE MUST PROTECT THIS HOUSE!!!

The trio laugh as they walk off screen

MATCH #2
»TAG TEAM«
Southern Express
Vs Premium Posse

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Everett: What a tag match we have for you. Southern Express versus Premium Posse

Amsler: Should be a a good match. Both teams have a lot of momentum to gain tonight.

Everett: A posse. Four guys. A ring. Reminds me of when I was in college.

Amsler: One of your college buddies got married back then and move on just so I can sleep tonight without having disturbing images of you

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by their manager Lorenzo, from a place called Slick Avenue, weighing in at a loosely estimated 755 pounds, the six time Off Television Tag Team Champions of Virginia, the three time nominated WJKV Men of the Year ... PREMIUM POSSE!

On the Mactron screen, the words -HERE THEY COME- are displayed as The Boys in the Bright White Sports Car begins, Matthews and Normandy roll out in a white, convertible 1996 Chevrolet Corvette. Normandy is driving and has a big smirk behind his mustache, Matthews is in the passenger seat but sitting up high on the top, he's got sunglasses on and a black bandanna wrapped around his head, their manager Lorenzo is sitting in the back with an open brown leather jacket on showing his chest hair and smoking a cigar, Jamie starts acting cool and flashing gansta signs, crossing his arms and leaning sideways as the crowd boo them. The car stops halfway down the ramp, Matthews leans down and presses a button on the radio, the entrance music changes to Pretty Fly For A White Guy and the lighting suddenly switches with strobes and lasers flying everywhere at the top of the ramp. Matthews jumps out of the car and starts strutting towards the ring, Normandy calmly gets out, he adjusts the collar on his expensive suit and starts walking past the car, he stops to polish a spot. Lorenzo follows Mathews to the ring, Jamie Matthews is by the ring now and throws his bandanna into the crowds then slides in the ring. Normandy removes his suit jacket and throws it over his shoulder, he walks the rest of the way to the ring GQ style with his eyebrows arched and a big shit eating grin on his mustached face. He brushes off each step then climbs them, he walks through the ropes then takes a hanger to flip his jacket on it, he hangs it on the ring post. He looks at Matthews doing an incredibly silly two step shuffle while blowing kisses and winking to the females in the audience. Normandy rolls up his sleeves and tries to talk strategy with his partner who's too busy dancing away to notice. Lorenzo is outside shouting instructions but nobody is listening.


The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane

Reid: The opponents 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

DING DING DING

Both teams stand face to face in the ring. Posse poke SE in the eye. SE poke Posse in the eye. The referee tries to get one from each team out of the ring and has to jump backwards as four fingers all try to poke his eye. This allows Bobby to clothesline Matthews and stomp him while the ref gains some control. Bobby throws Matthews into the corner and unleashes right hands. Until he needs to stop in order to get his breath back. Which allows Matthews to Clothesline him. Matthews stomps on the downed Bobby until he tags Normandy. Matthews then runs off the opposite rope at Normandy who Flapjacks Matthews into the air where he lands on Bobby. Normandy whips Bobby off the ropes but gets distracted by Matthews yelling something allowing Bobby to... run into Normandy and fall to the canvas where Normandy drops an Elbow on him. Normandy whips Bobby off the ropes but bobby pulls on the ropes to halt his momentum. A clearly out of breath Bobby holds his hand up and indicates he can't run. Normandy holds up his hand to show he's giving Bobby time to get his breath back. Bobby immediately runs at Normandy hitting a Clothesline before tagging in Jimmy. Both Jimmy and Bobby hit Normandy with alternate punches before Normandy turns Bobby to face Jimmy who accidentally punches Bobby in the face knocking him down and rolling out of the ring. Jimmy pleads his innocence at Bobby which allows Normandy to tag Matthews and Matthews to sneak up behind Jimmy and roll him up with a School Boy. The referee counts.

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Kick Out! At the last milsecond Jimmy is able to get a shoulder up.

Everett: Almost but not quite there.

Amsler: I'd say try harder but Jimmy Lane was almost pinned and there's not been a single offensive move committed on him.

Everett: So just 'try' then?

Amsler: I don't know anymore.



Matthews lifts Jimmy to his feet and throws him off the ropes knocking him down with a Jumping Heel Kick. Matthews then climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Jimmy getting to his feet before diving at Jimmy with a Spinning Heel Kick. Jimmy dives to the canvas to avoid the kick and Matthews hits nothing but the ring. Matthews looks hurt but he's able to drag himself over to Jimmy, who still hasn't gotten up, and stretch an arm over him. The referee counts.

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Kick Out!

Jimmy rolls onto his belly to break the count. Both men are down and look hurt. Bunny steps onto the apron and shouts for Matthews to get up. Matthews kips-up. He stands staring at Bunny who shakes her hips on the apron. Bunny suddenly stops shaking and waves at someone not Matthews. Matthews turns to see who and gets Superkicked by Jimmy. Matthews' hips swivel as his legs look like they're about to buckle under him. Jimmy catches him and tags Bobby who waits for Jimmy getting Matthews into the right position for Good Night Hong Kong. Bobby then makes the cover.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... The Southern Express!

Everett: Well that was a thing.

Amsler: The hell did I just watch?

Everett: I remember Bunny's hips and then it got hazy.

Amsler: While we get my partner here a cigarette, don't you go far as it's Nevaeh versus Dio for the TV Title in just a moment.

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As the MacTron flickers to life, we can see a recording from earlier in the day where Nevaeh is seen checking herself out in the mirror. Making sure she is looking as good as ever for when she is crowned the new Television Champion. Also in the reflection, Nev can see Nezumi lounging back in a chair as he flips through the channels on the television. Or at least that’s what he’s pretending to be interested in. When she catches him glancing her way, Nev begins to speak.

Nevaeh: While I appreciate you coming all the way to Hong Kong to support me…

She holds his gaze in the mirror.

Nevaeh: ...it might not be all that wise to go to the Queen Elizabeth Stadium with me tonight.

When Nezumi looks like he might object, Nev hurries on.

Nevaeh: I don’t want you to end up in a bad predicament with Team Prime there.

Nezumi chuckles as he locks eyes with Nevaeh.

Nezumi: Consider it scouting, if it makes you feel better. I don’t think that Team Prime has any sort of strategic planning. Anyways, they’re not the important ones.

He gets up from his chair, and heads over to his ally. He places his hands on her shoulder and lowers his head next to hers.

Nezumi: What’s important is you tonight. You have a chance to put down Dio and get your revenge, and we know how much you crave that.

Nevaeh: I do crave that. More than anything.

Her eyes dance with delight as she licks her lips.

Nevaeh: But I can’t worry about you and focus on winning the Television Champion at the same time. So I think you should stay here and await the celebration.

Nev smiles, obviously confident in that happening.

Nevaeh: Besides, any scouting you want to do can be done on the television. Just be sure to pay attention to it this time.

She adds, letting him know she caught him before. To which, Nezumi shakes his head playfully.

Nezumi: Fine, fine, I can do that. I find it endearing that you care so much, though.

A teasing tone overtakes his words as he moves away from her.

Nezumi: Be careful with that. I don’t want people to be jealous.

Nevaeh: Let them be jealous.

Nev waits to see what his reaction would be to that. Upon seeing it, his face brightens with a small redness. He averts his gaze as he stares back at the television.

Nezumi: Your wish is my command.

Nevaeh: We’ll see how that works later. Until then, I have a job to do.

Nev winks at him as she heads out of the suite.



As luck would have it, the EWC cameras pick up on Nevaeh, the Television Championship’s challenger for the evening as she heads out for ringside.

Everett: There’s our future Television Champion now!

Amsler: She has to beat Dio first.

Everett: That’s why I said future. Because it’s going to happen.

As Nev continues to walk through the backstage hallways, she rounds a corner before a shadow is cast around her. A moment later, a skull-masked Morgan Darkwater appears. The two stare silently at one another for a long moment before the large man slowly raises the mask up over his scraggly brown hair.

Nevaeh: Guess I know why the Reavers never attacked me.

Nev looks at him with a smirk. Morgan returns it and bows his head slightly.

Morgan: Aye, it would seem I had everyone in the dark as to my involvement, but yes… the Reavers are under strict instructions not to harm anyone I deem a… potential ally of the cause. Since you’ve been raising merry hell in my too-long absence, and given our past understandings, I’d very much say you meet that criteria.

Nevaeh: That I do.

She agrees with a nod and a laugh.

Nevaeh: But I can’t say I’m ready to join your cause at this time.

The Captain clasps his meaty hands together, rubbing them thoughtfully as he nods.

Morgan: Quite understandable, young lady… You do, after all, have big things in your immediate future, and I wouldn’t want to come between you and greatness. Just know that I’ll be continuing to keep a close eye on you and your endeavours; the door is always open to you, as are the services and aid of the Reavers should you ever need it. Emphasis on you, there…

Given what happened in the hotel earlier, that’s why she didn’t go for the offer. It wasn’t just her she had to look out for anymore. But she understands where Morgan is coming from and doesn’t blame him as she continues listening.

Morgan: I’m not letting them jump in whenever they please, so you don’t have to worry about them interfering with any of your big matches, lest they risk getting you disqualified. But should you require, all you need to do is ask…

Nevaeh: I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.

She adds with a nod.

Nevaeh: Now if you excuse me, I have a Television Championship to go win!

The Captain nods and steps aside as Nev walks on as the camera switches to ringside.

MATCH #3
»EWC TELEVISION TITLE MATCH«
Nevaeh
Vs Dio (c)

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Everett: What a match we have for you now.

Amsler: Dio defending the EWC TV Title against Nevaeh. Both have had some amazing matches so far this year so I'm expecting a cracking contest.

Everett: If Dio loses here do you think he'll Nevaeh be the same again?

Amsler: I'm not rising to you. I'm not.

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 scheduled for one fall and is for the EWC Television Championship. Introducing first, Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, 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 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

Dio grabs at Nevaeh's arm and attempts to lock on a Chickenwing but Nevaeh manages to Hip Toss her way out of it before grabbing Dio's arm in an Armbar. Dio manages to get to his feet and leans Nevaeh against the ropes before shooting her off the ropes. Nevaeh ducks a Clothesline and catches Dio in the jaw with a Spinning Back Fist that staggers Dio allowing Nevaeh to roll him up with a School Boy. It doesn't even keep him down for a one count as Dio rolls right out of it. And gets Dropkicked in the face by Nevaeh as a result. Dio slowly gets to his feet while holding his jaw. They lock up in a Collar And Elbow but Dio quickly turns it into an STO that sends Nevaeh crashing to the canvas. Dio follows up with an Elbow Drop that meets nothing but canvas as Nevaeh rolls out of the way. However, Neavaeh meets the same fate when she tries to Elbow Drop Dio.

They get to their feet and lock up in another Collar And Elbow but this time Nevaeh grabs Dio with a Snap Suplex that she follows with a Legdrop. Nevaeh then climbs to the middle turnbuckle and leaps at Dio but Dio gets his feet up to block. All part of Nevaeh's plan as she grabs Dio's left leg and drops her knees onto Dio's knee. Dio yells in pain as Nevaeh grabs the left leg of Dio and DDTs it Nevaeh grabs Dio's leg and Elbow Drops the knee before wrapping her legs around it and applying a knee bar. Dio screams in pain as the referee asks if Dio wants to submit. Dio screams abuse at the referee before using his good leg to kick his way out of the hold. Dio uses the ropes to help himself to his feet. He looks like he's going to try another Collar and Elbow but goes behind Nevaeh and pulls Nevaeh's legs from under her sending her face first into the canvas. Dio then grabs Nevaeh's arms and pulls them round her face applying a Cross Armed Surfboard. Maybe he pulled too hard, maybe Nevaeh countered but Dio pulls Nevaeh so hard that Dio ends up on his back and Nevaeh rolling backwards and ending up on top of Dio. The referee counts

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Everett: Almost a new champion there!

Amsler: That was a close one there's no denying it.

Everett: Yeah but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Amsler: The hell are you talking about now?



Both get to their feet but Nevaeh runs at Dio hitting a Spear. Before Nevaeh can make a cover, Dio rolls over and drags himself to his feet using the ropes. Nevaeh swears loudly before getting to her feet. Nevaeh stomps at Dio's knee before spinning him with a Tilt a Whirl Gordbuster. She hooks the leg.

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

Everett: We got a new champion!

Amsler: That was a hell of a match!

Everett: Maybe she had heaven help her. Get it Heaven... like Heaven's Helper.

Amsler: I wonder if our new TV Champion will be watching her new Parabellum partner in the next match as there's going to be an international incident up next when the Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe faces off against the International Champion, Xavier Reid.

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We cut to the commentary table.

Everett: Last show, our GM: Marshall Evans was attacked backstage here on Prime by a gang of mask wearing thugs.

Amsler: However I am pleased to say that we can cut to him now live in New York to get an update on his condition.

The camera cuts and we see Marshall Evans. We only see his head and shoulders. His face has fading cuts and a fading black eye.

Marshall Evans: Hello there. Hello everyone who is watching Prime tonight. Thank you for inviting not just me but Prime into your homes this evening.

Amsler: How are you feeling medically after what happened?

Marshall Evans: As you can see I've got some cuts and bruises. What you can't see from this angle is my broken arm.

The camera pulls back and we see his right arm in a plaster cast which he is resting on a cushion. His left arm is in a sling and his left leg is on a pile of cushions on a foot stool.

Everett: We can see it now. But I can see other injuries too.

Marshall Evans: I've suffered muscle damage to my arm and my leg. which has meant a ton of physiotherapy and a lot of rest. I even suffered a concussion and my only recollection of events has been through watching the footage.

Amsler: And how are you mentally?

Marshall Evans: Shaken but I'm sure I'll be fine. I might change my mind when I'm about to step into an arena again. Get some Vietnam flashback ha ha. But right now I'm itching to get back to what I do best. Which is why I want to take the time do do something.

Everett: Oh?

Marshall Evans: Parabellum is right around the corner and Hayley was due to step out there in Hong Kong tonight to announce the Team Prime squad. However I asked, begged and pleaded to do it now. So at Parabellum it will be Professor I.V.O., Sadie Sharpe and Morden Crypt representing Team Prime alongside the team captain, former Indy Champion: Dominic Sanders.

Amsler: That's a hell of a team. I can't wait to see how we do. Hopefully we'll be toasting a win by the time Prime #69 airs. Are all the flowers behind you from EWC?

Marshall Evans: Pretty much. I've gotten flowers sent from Emma Louise, Dio, The Southern Express and Faith Rivers. I got a big bucket of Tide Pods from Jordan Sharpe. Dominic sent me a photo of himself. By text. Aeon Khronos sent me a note saying flowers that he sent should be here last week. I even got a card from Nevaeh that said....

A prodution assistant walks into the shot.

Assistant: This just arrived for you.

The assistant hands Marshall Evans a black box with black ribbon on it. Marshall unwraps the package and opens the box. Less than a second later he throws the box across the room.

Marshall Evans: THIS INTERVIEW IS OVER! WE... WE'RE DONE HERE!

Before the picture fades the camera finds the box on the other side of the room. It zooms in on the contents as the picture fades.

The camera cuts backstage inside the Queen Elizabeth Stadium where Jenna Salvatore is standing.

Salvatore: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome at this time the EWC International Champion Xavier Reid!!!

The camera pulls back to show Xavier standing next to Jenna, she is about to say something when you can hear someone clear their throat off camera, Jenna pauses and takes a deep breath

Salvatore: And his manager, ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love…

The camera pulls back even farther to show a smiling Tommy Love

Love: Did you miss me Jenna?

Salvatore: No...not one bit!

Love: Oh I know it’s not ‘cool’ to like a Love these days but I saw the excitement in your eyes when you saw me, I know you’ve missed me and your life hasn’t been the same since I was elevated to the main brand of Brawl but trust me, I have been doing my best to get you called up to replace Bob Murray on Brawl...maybe if you sent Jim Connors some better ‘head shots’ I could get the ball rolling…

Salvatore: You are disgusting, I can’t tell you how enjoyable Prime has been with YOU gone…

But Xavier puts his hand over the microphone to cut her off, he keeps it there for a second or two to shut her up and then lift his hand off it

Reid: That man there is trying to help you out, to get you a promotion...you should learn a thing or two from Jordan Sharpe and say THANK YOU…

Salvatore: He didn’t…

But this time it’s Tommy that cuts her off

Love: need to but he did, he understands what that win over Xavier did for his career but the problem is he’s become…

Reid: Arrogant...self-entitled...lazy...see I’m not spreading myself thin Jordan, I’m doing what’s expected of a champion on the main brand, I get it...you don’t understand what is expected out of champions because the EWC doesn’t expect much from the Indy Champion...they send you to the parts of the world that the superstars and the important people in the EWC don’t want to travel to...see the problem is you want to be seen in the same league as the rest of the top champions in the EWC yet you don’t want to do the things we do in order to get that praise...you went to the FSW to face Candy...that was a start but when are you going to come to Brawl...to Rampage...when are you going to step out of the box like the other champions of the EWC do...see you play it safe, you stay here and are content being the best of Prime and catching champions like Scorpio off guard on an ‘off week’ when they decide to toss Prime a bone…

Love: Do you think someone like Scorpio dwells on that loss to you, he knows IF you ever get around to taking the EWC up on that Undisputed Championship match he won’t be coming to you but you will be forced to come to him…

Reid: But thank you for being concerned with my busy schedule thus far on the EWC Asia Tour but it seems to be working out for me just fine, a win over Melody Malone on Brawl and a with with Otaki over The Premium Posee...2-0 as I walk into Prime here tonight to face you...but this time around I don’t have the Undisputed Championship Tournament on my mind like I did the last time we faced off...even an idiot could understand why my mind was on that instead of lonely old Jordan Sharpe...but I only have eyes for you here tonight...there is no other distractions like you implied, no tournament I’m worried about...you want to try and paint me into this guy I was last time which shows me you haven’t been paying attention...which makes everything I said about you spot on...I created this monster that needs to be put down here tonight...well at least humbled…

Love: I’d settled for removing HIS head from HIS ass…

Reid: I’m settling for giving Jordan a little preview of what’s in store for him at Parabellum and Night of Champions...I’m not going to shit on the champions he’s beat...it’s been a nice run he’s on but it’s what the other champions do week in and week out on Brawl and Rampage...we face the best, the other champions on a regular basis, it’s our normal while you, well these matches for you are a treat...something to get all hyped up for which might explain your success in them...Candy didn’t give a shit about you, she was focused in Killjoy...Scorpio didn’t care about you, he was focused on Samantha Hamilton...but me, I’m focused on Jordan Sharpe...so let’s see what you got...let’s see how good Jordan Sharpe really is...let’s see what I’m dealing with come Night of Champions and afterwards...you can thank me again for getting you ready for our big night…

Xavier smiles and he motions for Tommy to follow him

Love: I’m staying at the Four Seasons...give me a yell if you want to work on those ‘head shots’ sweetie…

Tommy blows her a kiss and smiles...

»SINGLES MATCH«




JORDAN SHARPE
Vs XAVIER REID

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Everett: What a huge match coming up. Jordan Sharpe versus Xavier Reid

Amsler: No titles will be on the line but there is plenty of momentum to be earned as we're just around the corner from Parabellum. Plus there's bragging rights and pride on the line.

Everett: Prime's on the line? The show or the whole damn brand?

Amsler: PRIDE you deaf dipstick. PRIDE! Clean your ears out. Fix your headphones. PRIDE!

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by 'The Memphis Mouthpiece' Tommy Love, from New York, weighing in at 220 pounds ... He is the EWC International Champion...XAVIER REID!

The spotlights inside the arena start to flash around the crowd as 'Papercut' starts to play out



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Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage in his new black fight shorts, kickpads and boots, his hands wrapped in black tape with the EWC International Championship around his waist and following him out is ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love. He walks to the front of the stage and crosses his arms into an X in front of his chest and smirks as Tommy follows from behind and acts as if he’s going to hit the camera with the ‘Love Stick’. Tommy points to the ring as Xavier unhooks the International Championship and hands it to Tommy who raises it into the air as Xavier walks towards the ring shadow boxing as he makes his way down the aisle. Xavier storms up the steps and climbs into the ring, Tommy follows suit and walks towards the referee, already complaining about something. Xavier storms across the ring to the opposite corner and jumps to the middle rope and looks over the crowd and once again crosses his arms into an X as Tommy holds up the International Championship in the officials face and reminds him who the champion is face but the official ignors him and walks away as Tommy laughs. Xavier jumps down and squats down in the corner waiting for the bell.

Reid: His opponent, residing in Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... JORDAN FREAKIN' SHARPE!

'You Ain't Ready' by Skillet plays and 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 with the Indy Championship held high.

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Both men charge at each other and Sharpe catches Reid with a European Uppercutt that knocks him off balance. He goes for a second one but Reid blocks it and hits Sharpe with a Right Hand and a Kick to the knee. Reid then hits Sharpe with a Standing Gordbuster before running off the ropes and kicking Sharpe in the chest. Sharpe clutches his chest as Reid attempts a Roundhouse Kick at Sharpe's head. Sharpe ducks it so Reid tries for a Pele Kick. which Sharpe avoids by sidestepping it sending Reid crashing to the canvas. Sharpe then runs off the ropes and back at Reid who catches Sharpe with a Rainham Maker. Reid runs off the ropes hitting a legdrop. Ried lifts Sharpe off the canvas and runs off the ropes looking for... we never find out as Sharpe lifts him for a Back Drop but leaps backwards turning it into a White Noise. Sharpe then lifts Reid before dropping him back to the canvas with a Standing Powerslam. Sharpe then lifts Reid for a Suplex but allows Reid to land his feet on the canvas before spinning round and catching Reid on the back of the neck with a Lariat that knocks Reid face down on the canvas before Sharpe leaps backwards and crashes back first on Reid's back.

Everett: Not sure if that is him literally throwing all he can at his opponent or putting his back into it.

Amsler: Do you need some time to get more punchlines in?

Everett: Can I?

Amsler: No.

Sharpe lifts Reid to his feet for a Sidewalk Slam but Reid slides out of it and over Sharpe's shoulders before lifting Sharpe for a Tombstone into a Codebreaker. As Sharpe lays on the canvas, Reid grabs his arms and stomps down on him with Indy Stomps. Reid then drags Sharpe to his feet and lifts him onto the buckles before hitting a CTE. He makes the cover.

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At the last second Reid gets a shoulder up. Reid uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet and that was all the space needed to allow Sharpe to attempt a second Sharpekife. Reid counters it with a Jawbreaker and follows up with a Package Piledriver. He makes the cover.

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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... XAVIER REID!

Everett: What a match! What a result!

Amsler: Not the result Jordan Sharpe or Prime would have liked heading into Parabellum.

Everett: Who the hell cares? This was a great match!

Amsler: With that result Xavier Reid has a lot of momentum going into Parabellum in a few weeks which is the next time we will see you so, from us here in Hong Kong to wherever you are, Thank you for joining us and goodnight everybody!

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Killjoy Ito
Southern Express
Nevaeh
Morgan Darkwater
Prime
Xavier Reid

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Dominic Sanders

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Prime

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Prime

MATCH FOUR | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Prime

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH 
Dominic Sanders Vs Morden Crypt
WINNER: Dominic Sanders
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TAAG TEAM MATCH 
Southern Express Vs Premium Posse
WINNERS: Premium Posse

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SINGLES MATCH / EWC TELEVISION TITLE
Nevaeh Vs Dio (c)
WINNERS: Nevaeh (new EWC Television Champion)

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SINGLES MATCH 
Xavier Reid Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Xavier Reid
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Xavier Reid
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Xavier Reid Vs Jordan Sharpe

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