PRIME #69 - Thailand - 8.2.20

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

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #69
AUGUST 2nd 2020



LIVE from the Liptapanlop Hall, Nakhon Ratchasima, Thailand 

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, Kuroiki, Faith Rivers, The Southern Express, Silver Ann Gold, Melody Malone, Aeon Khronos, El Pablo, Iggy Swango, Quinn Collins, Frank Wilson, EB4 and Vivi are all featured.

After one final pan over the crowd...

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

Micah Everett: Welcome to Prime! Sixty Nine! And what a show we have for you. America's Most Loved are here this evening!

Sandra Amsler: We have Dominic Sanders versus Dio in what promises to be a cracker. Iggy Swango, EB4 and Kuroiki all make Prime debuts in a Triple Threat Match. And then in our main event it's Jordan Sharpe versus Melody Malone. And it's Hated you dimwit. America's Most HATED.

Everett: Is it? Well I love them.

Amsler: You would! 

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The Indy Champion Jordan Sharpe is making his way through the backstage corridors with Carley California, presumably headed for his locker room. In the hustle and bustle he notices an upstart superstar hanging around off to the side, shadow boxing in preparation for his match.

JFS: You! You're Kuroiki! I saw your match on Gambit….. That was some good shit.

Ku: Thanks. I appreciate hearing that from a top champion. Good luck in the main event.

Jordan and Ku exchange a handshake and the Jordan and Carley continue on their way. Ku returns to his shadow boxing.

MATCH #1

»Triple Threat Match«
Kuroiki
Vs Elliot Bowman IV 

Vs Iggy Swango

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Everett: Up next we have a Triple Threat Match between a hot chick and two fellas. 

Amsler: What? 

Everett: Thought I'd do my best to get the fans at home involved and the ratings up a bit before Iggy kicks the crap out of them. 

Amsler: It's a Triple Threat Match between three people all making their Prime debuts this evening but who will come out with the win. 

Reid: The following triple threat match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from San Fransisco, California, weighing in at 145-pounds, representing DSR Volume 2 and America's Most Hated... IGGY SWANGO!

The guitar sound of "Suffragette City" hits the arena as the lights dim low before strobing between red and the pitch blackness of the arena. Just as the loud guitar riffs echo throughout the arena the lights starts pulsing red and Iggy Swango emerges from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. Slung across her shoulder is her tag team title. She stands at the top of the stage for a few moments as she nods her head to the rhythm of the music.

Iggy starts bouncing on the stage and rocking out with an air bass playing along with the music before making her way down the ramp. She throws the devil horns with her hands as Red and Black confetti streamers come raining down from above on her way down to the ring. Iggy rolls under the bottom rope and pops up on her knees in the middle of the ring. She slowly stands her to her feet before raising her hands into the air once more.

Reid: And her opponent, from Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan, weighing in at 230-pounds... He is The Black Tree Of Sapporo... KUROIKI!

"Immortals" by Two Steps From Hell starts to play, but instead of watching Kuroiki make his entrance we're suddenly taken to the backstage area where we see Kuroiki fighting off several EB4 dress-alikes. It's literally 4-on-1, with Kuroiki seriously outnumbered, and yet we see that he's holding his own. His would-be attackers are no match for The Black Tree of Sapporo. Bodies are flying everywhere as Kuroiki goes on the offensive. One of the Fixers attempts to grab Kuroiki from behind, but he drives the back of his head into the man's face. Another Fixer takes a swing at Kuroiki, but he ducks beneath his reach, and instead the attacker ends up punching his own friend in what we can assume is his already busted face from Kuroiki's headbutt. Kuroiki then flattens him with Crushed Dreams. The remaining two attackers turn tail and run as Kuroiki stands his ground, but now it's Elliot Bowman's turn to attack--from behind, of course. Kuroiki dishes it right back, refusing to go down. The back-and-forth continues as they break through the curtain heading down the ramp toward the ring. Iggy Swango rolls out of the ring and runs up to join the fray. All hell has broken loose as referees flood the area in an attempt to break it up. The match hasn't even started yet and all semblance of professionalism dissipates. Somehow the referees are able to break the two men up, and they're ordered to take it to the ring. Iggy Swango is first to head back to the ring as the referees order all three to break it up and wait for the starting bell. Elliot follows Iggy to the ring, followed by a pissed off Kuroiki. It would seem that order has, temporarily, been restored, and the match is about to officially begin.

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The match is underway! Elliot and Kuroiki rush at each other and pick up right where they left off, trading blows back and forth. Kuroiki gets the upperhand and whips Elliot into the corner. A barrage of open-handed slaps ensues. Elliot tries to protect his face, but Kuroiki connects over and over again. The Black Tree Of Sapporo is absolutely relentless! There's movement at ringside as Elliot's Fixers flood the area. One manages to grab Kuroiki's leg and gives it a yank. Kuroiki turns his attention to the Fixer while Elliot takes something from the other Fixer when Kuroiki's not looking. It's a pair of brass knuckles! Kuroiki turns back to face Elliot just in time to get hit square in the forehead with the knucks! Kuroiki goes down! The referee doesn't see it though as he tries to break up a brewing shit storm between Iggy and the four Fixers. Iggy, ever the fighter, is working through the Fixers, busting them like piniatas, and laying them out like the bad ass she is. Max has entered the ring, to add his two cents, and gets met by a Spinning Roundhouse Kick from Iggy Swango! The referee scrambles to maintain order, but so far it's been chaos!

Despite the brass knuckle punch from Elliot, Kuroiki is back on the offensive now as Elliot attempts to get away. The referee has ordered Elliot's henchmen to leave ringside, and he certainly isn't happy to contend with Kuroiki on his own! Kuroiki, having cornered Elliot, moves out of the way just in time for Iggy Swango to connect with a Running Hip Attack! Elliot falls face-first to the mat, unable to even get his hands up to protect himself in the fall, and quickly rolls out of the ring. Kuroiki and Iggy pace around the ring, eyeing each other up and down, but then spot Elliot making a bee-line to the back. Iggy and Kuroiki both roll out of the ring and chase after Elliot who hasn't made it very far. They circle around Elliot, cutting off his escape as he hobbles up the ramp. Elliot stops, eyes wide. He puts his hands up in surrender, and then makes a T out of them as if to request a time-out. Of course, his opponents don't care about what he wants, and instead they take turns busting him upside the head as they lead him back down to the ring. Elliot stumbles and nearly topples over at ringside, but he grabs the bottom rope to steady himself. Elliot rolls into the ring... and keeps rolling... all the way over to the other side, but Iggy's waiting for him! Elliot stops just shy of rolling back out of the ring, now staring face-to-face with a very annoyed Iggy Swango. Ever so smoothly, Elliot reverses his roll and starts rolling back to the side of the ring facing the entrance, but Kuroiki, now in the ring again, puts a boot on Elliot, stopping him like a rock behind a wheel. Elliot looks up at Kuroiki. Kuroiki is mad as hell now, but instead of attacking, he orders Elliot to stand up, which he does. Elliot fumbles around in his pants pockets, perhaps looking for the brass knuckles he used earlier. No, wait. He's got cash in his hand! A whole wad of it! Elliot starts waving it in front of Kuroiki. The Black Tree Of Sapporo doesn't want the money, instead he slaps it out of his hand. The whole wad, money clip included, lands in the hands of a lucky fan at ringside who screams with excitement like he just won the lottery! Iggy, unbeknownst to Elliot, is now standing behind him. She grabs him, spinning him around, but just as she goes to Roundhouse Kick him, Elliot ducks and Iggy connects with Kuroiki!

Everett: You gotta love Iggy. Even when she misses she can still hit a target

Amsler: It's a like a moving target trying to get hold of EB4

Everett: She'll get him. Just this afternoon I saw her Superkick a fly. Didn't even look up from her guitar. 

Amsler: Sure she did.

Iggy turns to Elliot just in time to get met with a Spear! He makes the cover, but Iggy kicks out. Kuroiki and Elliot now lock up, Kuroiki whips Elliot into the turnbuckle and unleashes a combo of palm strikes and forearm smashes. Elliot practically melts, sliding down into a seated position. Kuroiki heads for the opposite corner and then comes charging back with Burning Truth! Kuroiki pulls Elliot away from the corner and covers him. Iggy is able to break up the pin, however, just in the nick of time!

Kuroiki and Swango are going back and forth now. They seem to be evenly matched, reversing and countering each other's moves with finesse. The fans are exploding with applause at this incredible display of athleticism! Meanwhile, EB4 is gathering himself up in the corner, clearly still dazed from the Burning Truth he got earlier. Iggy has Kuroiki in position for a Leg-Hook German Suplex, but as the referee begins the count, Elliot leaps up and Stomps down on Iggy with both feet to the midsection. The fans erupt into anger and boo Elliot vehemently, but he doesn't seem too fazed by it. Kuroiki, getting up as Iggy rolls away clutching at her abdomen, charges at Elliot with a Forearm Smash, but Elliot ducks. EB4 runs off the ropes, ducks beneath another attack from Kuroiki, bounces off the opposite ropes, and when he gets close enough to Kuroiki, he grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes. Kuroiki comes running back and BAM! Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors on Kuroiki! He doesn't stay down for long, however, quickly getting back up and charging at Elliot again... The Pick-Up! Elliot with a pop-up Powerbomb on Kuroiki! Instead of covering him for the pin, though, Elliot turns his attention over to Iggy in the corner, who still looks to be in a lot of pain. EB4 waltzes over to her, nice and smooth, and... extends his hand to Iggy! Is he actually offering to help her up?! She can't believe it either. She slaps his hand away and pulls herself up. Elliot is gesturing for her to back off, that... they can be friends?! What kind of mind games is Elliot trying to play here?! Iggy doesn't care! She takes a swing at Elliot, who ducks. She takes another swing, but Elliot steps back out of reach. He's still trying to talk her down, but she's not having any of it! Running Front Dropkick from Iggy on Elliot! Elliot, hit by so much momentum and raw power, flips ass-over-teakettle, landing on his stomach. EB4 rolls over onto his back and kips up, turning toward Iggy just in time to be kicked in the abdomen. Snap DDT! Iggy covers Elliot, but Kuroiki grabs her by the foot and yanks her off! Iggy and Kuroiki argue for a moment and Iggy rolls EB4 out of the ring before turning her attentions to Kuroiki. EB4 picks himself up and hightails it to the back. Iggy and Kuroiki watch him run. All that has done is given Kuroiki time to grab Iggy and hit her with Peaceful Passing. The referee counts

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DING DING DING

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

Everett: Iggy! Damn it Amsler, he cheated! 

Amsler: How? By hitting his finisher and pinning her? And what about EB4? He ran out of here so fast he's setting land speed records. 

Everett: I... well....

Amsler: Thought as much. Folks, much like EB4, we need to step out but we'll be back quicker than EB4 left. OK nothing is THAT quick. But we'll be back. 

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A peaceful, inviting chill falls over the arena...

There's only a soft light glossed over the attendance...

It's like sunlight...

Nurturing...

Blissful...

Familiar...

The tones of Shiho Ochi bring the audience to a still.

♫ ARAWARU KUROI SORA...

KODOU WA RAIMEI WO KURIKAESU...

ARASHI GA KURU MAE NI...

KOYOI WA ANO UTA WO SAZUKEMASHOU... ♫

A loud blast of percussion strikes the audience as the lights in the arena begin to take on chaotic timing. Flashes of orange, yellow, and red cascade in rhythm with the individual beats of Superfly's 'Kakusei' and the camera drops to focus on the person the song introduces. A jet of smoke spawns from the ring stage, and in it, there stands a silhouette. With a cape flowing in the wind, the intensity of 'Kakusei' picks up, and lures the audience into its infectious beat.

♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE! ♫

Stepping out from behind the curtain, the captain of the winning team at Parabellum makes his appearance. Touting his Brand Warfare trophy about, Nezumi Hazama struts out, grinning from ear to ear. In tow with him, the EWC Television Champion, Nevaeh, tracks the crowd and chuckles at their jeering at both her traitorous stance and Hazama’s general existence. As he walks down the ramp, he stares at the fans from behind his glasses.

At one instance, Hazama steps up towards a fervent attendee, holding out the trophy. “Where’s your superstar now?” he says in a harsh counteract to Dominic Sanders’ performance. When the fan draws up the courage to lunge at Hazama, the captain plays keep away with the trophy. Nevaeh informs him that the Prime audience aren’t the brightest types. Hazama agrees with a nod and continues down the ramp. When he reaches the ring, he climbs the stairs methodically, soaking in all the atmosphere. He lowers the rope for Nevaeh to enter and follows her.

Dramatically as ever, he places the trophy dead in the center of the ring. Receiving a microphone, Hazama moves around the ring with a teasing saunter. He looks as if he were about to speak, but he stops and stands next to Nevaeh. He whispers something to her that makes her chuckle. After which, he comes back to the center of the ring and stares at the loud audience before him.

Hazama: It’s like being the away team and winning the championship. Aw, you all look so miserable. You thought that I was going to let Prime walk away with this trophy? Please. Don’t kid yourselves. It’s okay that you had faith in your team that was honestly put together with duct tape. You thought that people that I’ve beaten or people who have never done anything here would have a chance to take away this from me? No, no, I think I know why exactly you were betting on your own brand.

Hazama pauses and let the fans amplify their hatred.

Hazama: It’s because Sanders was out there? I can say that it was a safe bet. That is until I was made Rampage’s captain. I wish I could be sympathetic and say that I’m sorry for ruining this dream, but I’m not. Why I am out here is simple. This is the victory lap. But before I carry on what the future holds for Rampage and the—ahem—LESSER brands, I need to thank one person for helping me come up with my strategies. You know her well, and she’s one of the most wonderful people in all this world alongside me. Please bow down before Nevaeh, your Television Champion, until she decides to vacate it.

Nevaeh: Which will never happen.

Nev is quick to add after getting her own microphone.

Nevaeh: So you better get used to seeing me with the Television Championship for a very long time.

This brings out the latest round of boos as she proudly shows off the belt to the crowd.

Nevaeh: If you got a problem with that, then you’re really going to have a problem when I add the Undisputed Championship to my resume at the Night of Champions. But that’s another story for another day.

She assures them.

Nevaeh: Right now, I’m here to watch Nezumi’s victory lap all around this place. You can think of me as a traitor if you really want to. Prime is and has always been my home. But did you really think I was going to support Dominic Sanders? Not when the brighter captain, who made sure to put together a formidable team, was standing on the other side of the ring.

Nev moves in closer to her man.

Nevaeh: In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I stand by Nezumi in whatever he does.

Hazama smiles at her words before stepping forward again.

Hazama: And I stand by her every step of the way. But now we have to shift gears back to what I alluded to earlier. Melody Malone has been making her rounds through, threatening to beat anyone on any brand to further prove what Rampage is all about--dominance. Therefore, I will do my part as captain. Next show, you will see more of me as I come to Prime to take on whoever the GM thinks can stand up to me. Let this be a warning. Captain Hazama will invade your brand. Captain Hazama will do as he pleases. And he demands that someone comes to stop him, so that he can make an example out of them.

He stretches his arms out and invites the harsh reaction to draw upon him. Nevaeh, on the other hand, occupies his attention by clapping for him. Hazama gives her a soft smile in response. As he turns to leave, he gives Nevaeh a look before guiding her out politely. The two walk up the ramp, full of themselves as they do.



We return from the commercial break to the commentary table.

Everett: Well, tonight’s episode of PRIME might be one of the lighter ones we’ve had in terms of matches, but boy oh boy, is it packed with star power!

Amsler: Boy oh boy, that was a lame intro.

Everett: Anyway, we continue on, because now we’ve got-

“THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!”

Everett: That wasn’t in the bloody script…

Sure enough, the opening growl to Motorhead’s ‘Ace of Spades’ blare through Liptapanlop Hall, and X-Division Champion Ace King wastes no time making his presence known as he emerges from behind the curtain to a largely receptive crowd.

Amsler: Jesus, what’s he doing here?

Everett: Maybe his travel arrangements got messed up after Parabellum? The office has been kinda crazy lately.

Amsler: And we have our GM to thank for that! Stupid cast… Wait, how are we getting out of here?

‘The Gambler’ slowly lifts his X-Division Championship high for everyone to see before casually making his way toward the ring, his arms outstretched for those lining the barricades. He dives into the ring under the bottom rope, his expression as level as ever. He casually looks out at the crowd and nods with some of the cheers, then turns toward ringside and gestures for a microphone.

Everett: He’s going to talk now? Greaaaat.

Everett turns to Amsler for a response, but her head is already on the desk, snoring loudly into her microphone. Everett gives her a nudge, and she jolts back to life.

Amsler: W-what? Oh, sorry, this massage thing on my body is really doing the job. It’s a Thai thing, after all.

Ace gets the microphone as ‘Ace of Spades’ fades out; he adjusts the X-Division Championship on his shoulder, his focus trained on the crowd, some of whom continue to chant for him.

Ace King: First off: Thailand… What a place, what a time, thank you.

The ensuing cheap pop from the locals puts a small smile on Ace’s face as he simply nods along with it. ‘The Gambler’ clears his throat off-mic briefly before raising it to his mouth slowly.

Ace King: I know it may not have been the best time to be a Prime or FSW competitor, but anyone in EWC has a fighting chance on any given night, which, in a roundabout way, brings me to why I’m here tonight. See, it’s no secret that we’ll be heading to Dubai for Night of Champions in a month’s time, where the Undisputed Championship will be up for grabs. Over the next month, you’re going to hear every singles champion wax poetic about needing to be at their best to become the Undisputed Champion, and yes, some of it will come from me. HOWEVER, unlike the others... I still have a mandate to uphold in the meantime.

There’s a buzz in the building as Ace’s demeanour begins to shift, a slightly more serious-looking expression on his face.

Ace King: You see, I haven’t forgotten the newly-placed emphasis on this championship adorning my shoulder, particularly its status as a championship truly available to all four brands… And yet I’m also aware that the PRIME roster hasn’t had its first shot at it yet. So, Marshall Evans, if you’re listening… If you’re not too busy having people sign that lovely, bloody cast of yours, please use that hand to sign a contract to put me in a match on PRIME 70.

Everett: OH NO!

Amsler: Here we go!

The crowd cheers heartily at the announcement; Ace allows it to continue for another 15 seconds before raising the microphone to his mouth one last time.

Ace King: It’s been almost 2 years since I’ve competed on PRIME, but even with everything else going on, I’m still committed to pushing the X-Division to heights previously unseen, and I know there’s got to be somebody on the PRIME roster who’s hungry for an opportunity to show just how extreme they can be, so bring it on.

With that, ‘Ace of Spades’ reprises and Ace flips the microphone out of the ring, taking his time to absorb the reaction he’s getting from the crowd before he eventually takes

MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Dominic Sanders
Vs Dio

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Everett: This should be a good match. Dominic Sanders versus Dio

Amsler: Both men looking to get back to winning ways after Parabellum plaus Dio lost the TV Title on our last episode of Prime.

Everett: He's going to lose tonight too. Dominic Sanders is too damn good to lose to someone like Dio.

Amsler: There's a long list of opponents who said the exact same thing and they all lost to Dio. So don't go counting your chickens until the final bell.

The lights go out in the (arena name). Purple pyrotechnics burst up on the stage and down the sides of the ramp heading towards the ring. "War Machine" by KISS begins playing. Dominic Sanders steps out from the back in a dark purple hoodie and black wrestling tights on, finished by white boots. The hood of his sweatshirt drapes over his eyes as he stares out at the fans. Suddenly, Cora Whittaker appears from behind the curtain with a purple dress and purple streaks in her hair. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to a moderately mixed reaction from the crowd.

Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first ... from Fort Worth, Texas. Weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds and being accompanied by Cora Whittaker... DOMINIIIIC SAAAAANDEEERS!

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

Sanders rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He jumps up to his feet and stares out into the crowd underneath the hood of his sweatshirt. Cora joins him at his side. He grins and nods his head as he moves over to the corner and waits as "War Machine" fades out and Cora exits the ring.[/font]

Reid: His opponent, residing in Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 205 pounds... The Philosopher, 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.

As Dio is about to enter the ring, A loud "DONG!" is heard and the entire arena is plunged into darkness. The Mactron flickers before reading

"For Quality Wrestling, watch



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Another "DONG" sounds as everything returns to normal.

Everett: The hell was that?

Amsler: I'm guessing the peace deal is out of the window.

DING DING DING

Dio spends too long staring at the Mactron wondering what happened to his entrance allowing Sanders to punch him right in the face. Sanders follows this with Right Hands to the face before battering Dio with forearms to the shoulder blades. Sanders whips Dio off the ropes but Dio ducks a Clothesline attempt but is caught in some kind of Gutwrench Powerslam.

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Dio easily kicks out. Sanders lifts Dio for a Suplex but Dio counters with a Front Suplex dropping Sanders face fist onto the mat before Legdropping Sanders' left arm Dio grabs Sanders' arm in a modified Fujiwara Armbar. Sanders screams in pain before Dio rolls backwards transitioning the move into an actual Fujiwara Armbar. Sanders again screams in pain as he tries desperately to reach the ropes. He does so and the referee tells Dio to break the hold. He refuses. The referee counts and Dio eventually releases the hold at four and a half. Sanders is on all fours trying to get to his feet but Dio Dropkicks the left arm of Sanders sending him into the corner clutching his arm and screaming in pain. Dio reaches for Sanders but he's lashing out at Dio trying to kick Dio's knee from under him. Dio catches Sanders legs and drags him out of the corner before leaning back and Slingshotting Sanders into the opposite corner. Dio runs at a dazed Sanders for the Laertius Effect but Sanders, somehow, is able to counter it into a Powerbomb. Both men are down.

Everett: Get up Dom!!!

Amsler: You sound a little desperate for someone that someone that moments ago said, and I quote, Dominic is too damn good to lose to someone like Dio.

Everett: Did you write that down?

Amsler: You think I'd do that just to piss you off with later? Yeah I did.

Dio gets to his feet first and he drags Sanders to his feet before hitting a Discus Elbow smash that catches Sanders in the face. While Sanders checks his nose is still in one piece, Dio grabs him and hits a single underhook Brainbuster and makes the cover.

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Sanders just gets a shoulder up. Dio drags Sanders to his feet and attempts a Tranquilty but Sanders is able to Back Drop his way out of it. Dio picks himself up of the canvas but as he does so, Sanders catches him with a Texas Tornado. Sanders wastes no time grabbing Dio off the canvas before hitting a Riptide. He makes the cover.

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DING DING DING

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

Everett: He did it! Told you he would

Amsler: I admit it, for a moment there I thought Dio could and would take it but Sanders managed to pull it out of the bag.

Everett: I'm so happy at this result! I'm going to the party. It's goiing to be Iggy and Mel and Drew, Dom...

Amsler: Well it won't be you until this show is over. Now sit down because up next we have Melody Malone in a huge contest going up against the Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe



The camera cuts backstage to Jenna Salvatore, who smiles and looks into the camera

Salvatore: Please welcome the NEW EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD, THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS AND BUNNY LOVE

The camera pulls back to show Bobby Rose, Jimmy Lane and Bunny Love standing to the side of Jenna Salvatore, all three of them smiling, Bobby and Jimmy lift the EWC Tag Team Championship up for the cameras

Salvatore: First and foremost congratulations to the two of you…

Bunny clears her throat and raises her eyebrows

Salvatore: Ok the THREE of you on your championship win at Parabellum over Melody and Iggy…

Bobby nods at Jenna

Rose: Thank you very much Jenna, we said it from day one when we debuted here in Prime that we were coming to the EWC to add the EWC Tag Team Championships to our long resume…

Jimmy puts his arm around Bobby

Lane: We get people laughed at the idea of the two of us standing here holding these…

The pair once again hold up the EWC Tag Team Championships

Lane: The idea that two ‘old washed up guys’ like us would be able to come into the EWC and let have success against the best tag teams the EWC has to offer let alone WIN the tag team champions drew chuckles from people and the idea was dismissed as just talk from two guys living in the past…

Rose: But from the start we proved it just wasn’t talk, we quickly became the best tag team here in Prime with our wins over The Lodge, Lavender and Richard Garcia and then The Porter Company…

Lane: We ran every team that was here on Prime off, they walked out the door or broke up as a team because they knew that The Southern Express was the best damn Indy Team in the business…

Rose: But we weren’t going to be satisfied with being the best damn Indy team in the business...we wanted these championships Jenna and to do so we needed to go out to Brawl, Rampage and the FSW…

Lane: Because let’s face it, teams were going to come to us…

Love: So we had to go to them...at Brawl #555 we opened a lot of eyes, yeah we didn’t win the one night tournament but NOBODY thought we’d get the the semi-finals...the same way NOBODY thought we’d walk out of Parabellum the NEW EWC Tag Team Champions…

Rose: Bunny is right, people said we had a nice run at Brawl #555 and we should be happy with that performance but we knew we had what it took to beat a team like DSR Vol 2, to elevate ourselves to the BEST DAMN TAG TEAM IN ALL OF THE EWC!!!!

Lane: And at Parabellum we did just that…

The par smirk and hold the belts up again

Rose: So now the question is...what’s next, what else can the Southern Express do now that they’ve reached the TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN...well Jenna it’s simple, stay on top…

Lane: As shocked as many were that we won at Parabellum many believe we can’t back it up, that this championship run will be short lived but that’s not going to be the case…

Rose: We are here to set the bar when it comes to tag team wrestling and not just be a ‘one hit wonder’...

Lane: And we are going to set that bar right here on Prime...

Rose: We may not be booked here tonight but we want a tune up match at Prime #070 so this is a call out to ALL the tag teams in the EWC…

Bunny puts her arms around Bobby and Jimmy and smirks

Love: The EWC Tag Team Division now runs through Prime, so to all those tag teams that want a crack at the tag team champions get those passports in order and we will see you here on Prime…

Rose: So who’s it going to be, S.T., Lunch Time, The Dynamic Duo, The Premium Posse, The Bass Brothers...maybe a team sitting outside the EWC watching at home and thinking ‘we can take those old dudes’ well here we are, anyone and everyone is welcomed...it’s an OPEN CHALLENGE so who’s going to take us up on the offer…

Lane: The ball is in your court now...you know where to find us…

Love: We are done chasing...you all now play by OUR rules…

Bunny smirks as she motions for Bobby and Jimmy to follow her and the three exit the screen

»SINGLES MATCH«


MELODY MALONE
Vs JORDAN SHARPE

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Everett: What a match we have now!

Amsler: Jordan Sharpe versus Melody Malone. It's hard to pick an odds on winner here. One is the Indy Champion however the other, while having no title, was victorious last week in the battle for brand supremacy

Everett: I don't know who to root for here.

Amsler: You don't?

Everett: On one hand I want to see Melody kick Jordan's ass for Dom and because I want to see anyone kick Jordan's ass. But on the other Melody reprsents Rampage and we're Prime. Either way I come out the winner.

Amsler: Typical.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is your Main Event of the evening. Introducing first, residing in Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 220 pounds... JORDAN FREAKIN' SHARPE!

Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt. He heads down the ramp with gusto, with plenty of merch to pass out for the fans whether it be hats, shirts, tumblers, pop sockets. He hands them out to any kids, neckbeards or blonde girls that are almost always definitely over the age of 18. As he makes it to the ring, the fans chant 'NO!' after each 'You ain't ready' in his entrance music as he poses against the ropes or up on the turnbuckle. Preferably with a Championship or two.

Everett: Go Prime, go Prime!

Reid: His opponent, residing in San Diego, California, weighing in at 148 pounds... MELODY MALONE!

The lights dim, but don’t go dark before the soft words of Billie Eilish’s “You should see me in a crown” begin to play over the P.A. system. Melody comes out from backstage, head held high as she comes down the entrance ramp. Melody climbs into the ring, giving the crowd a sarcastic smile as she prepares for her match.

Everett: Go Mel, Go Mel, Go Mel!

DING DING DING

Both circle each other before reaching for a Collar and Elbow Tie Up. Only for Melody to duck it. Melody runs off the ropes and comes back hitting Sharpe with a Running Enziguri that knocks Sharpe to the mat and allows Melody to hit a running Senton that comes crashing down on Sharpe's spine. Melody climbs to the top turnbuckle waits for Sharpe to get to his feet before diving at him for an Off With Their Heads. Somehow, Sharpe is able to catch Melody before dropping her to the mat with a Powerslam. As Melody sits up, Sharpe runs off the ropes and catches her in the face with a knee. Sharpe then lifts Melody to her feet before scooping her up for a Bodyslam that he transitions into a Reverse DDT. Sharpe stands in the corner and waits for Melody getting to her feet before lashing out with a Superkick. Melody catches Sharpe's foot and spins him around before hitting a Clothesline that sends both crashing to the canvas.

Melody is first to her feet and she exits the ring. Standing on the apron she waits for Sharpe to get to his feet before using the ropes to springboard her into the ring where she hits Sharpe with a Bulldog. She makes the cover.

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Sharpe gets a shoulder up just before the referee's hand touches the mat. Both get to their feet and Melody runs off the ropes at Sharpe who catches her before tossing her into the air like a Pizza before catching her and hitting a Fallaway Slam. Sharpe wipes his hands before going for the pin.

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Melody is just able to lift her left shoulder off the canvas. With rage in his eyes Sharpe grabs Melody's left arm and applies a Cross Armbreaker. Sharpe pulls on her arm with all he can while Melody screams in pain. He pulls so far back that Melody is able to get to her feet. he grabs at Sharpe's leg. Sharpe's shoulders are on the mat so the referee counts them down.

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Sharpe kicks out of the pin attempt releasing his grip of Melody's arm in the process.

Everett: Almost a victory there for Melody.

Amsler: Sharpe was so determined to get the win that it nearly cost him.

Everett: He does that again and we'll be having a victory party. Well I will be anyway but you get what I mean.

Amsler: Just because I get it, doesn't mean I want to.

Melody clutches at her arm as she gets to her feet. Sharpe cracks her with a European Uppercutt. Sharpe then goes to Irish Whip Melody but instead of sending her off the ropes he pulls back on her arm stopping her momentum and wrenching on her arm so he can apply a Fujiwara Armbar. Or at least try to. Melody does her best to stop Sharpe applying the hold but eventually, Sharpe is able to apply a simple Armbar. Sharpe pulls on Melody's arm as she screams in pain but Melody is able to catch Sharpe in the head with the heel of her boot. his staggers Sharpe allowing Melody to get out of the hold and climb to the middle turnbuckle before diving at Sharpe with a Tornado DDT that sends him rolling out of the ring.

Melody runs at the ropes and fakes hitting a plancha over the top rope. Sharpe motions to the crowd that he would have caught her anyway before turning to face the ring just in time as Melody crashes into him with a Suicide Dive that sends Sharpe Crashing into the ringside barrier. She quickly slides back into the ring as Sharpe slowly gets to his feet and gets into the ring after her. Once in the ring he can't see her. At the last second he spots her perched on a far away corner of the ring. She throws herself at Sharpe.

OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!!

Melody makes the cover.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... MELODY MALONE!

Everett: My queen with the victory! Your majesty I gravel at your feet.

Amsler: It's not gravel it's grovel. Thought you'd know that by now the amount of grovelling you do.

Everett: I don't care. It's PARTY time. Get me some champagne! I'm getting my drink on!

Amsler: That said I'm going to need one having been stuck with him. However before I do that let me thank you at home for tuning in We'll be back on the air in a couple of weeks as the road to Night Of Champions continues with Prime 70!

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Kuroiki/ Jordan Sharpe
Hamaza/ Nevaeh
Ace King
Southern Express

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Justin Paird

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Prime

MATCH THREE | MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Prime

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RECAP OF WINNERS

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH 
Kuroiki Vs EB4 Vs Iggy Swango
WINNER: Kuroiki
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SINGLES MATCH 
Dominic Sanders Vs Dio
WINNER: Dominic Sanders

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SINGLES MATCH 
Melody Malone Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Melody Malone

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Melody Malone 
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dominic Sanders Vs Dio

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