PRIME #70 - ITALY - 08.16.20

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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 #70
AUGUST 16 2020



LIVE from the Palazzetto dello Sport, Rome, Italy

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, Dominic Sanders, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, Ace King, The Southern Express, Sadie Sharpe, Wes Walker, Lavender, Dio, Aeon Khronos, Nezumi Hazama, The Bass Brothers, Cory Bowen, Frank Wilson and Vivi are all featured.

After one final pan over the crowd...

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

Micah Everett: 
Ciao e benvenuto in Prime

Sandra Amsler: Wait, what? You speak Italian? 

Everett: A woman said it to me earlier. It either means 'Hello and welcome to Prime' or 'Prime has a nice ass'. I hope I said the one I meant

Amsler: In English I can tell you we have a packed show tonight. We have a huge triple threat match, a debuting tag team, EB4 and Kuroiki going one on one, Dominic Sanders versus Saidie Sharpe, a clash between Rampage and FSW and, in our main event, Ace King versus Jordan Sharpe for the first time ever. Should be a huge show! 

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MATCH #1
»TRIPLE THREAT MATCH«
Aeon Khronos
Vs Cory Bowen
Vs Dio

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Everett: What a match this should be. A Triple Threat Match. I do like a Triple Threat Match.

Amsler: Well you're in luck tonight. Dio wants to get back to winning ways, Aeon Khronos feels it's his time to shine and Cory Bowen...

Everett: Is a step away from making this a four Way.

Amsler: I don't think you understand Schizophrenia. That said I think there's a lot of things you don't understand

The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of The Time Wizard himself.

Reid: The following Triple Threat Match is scheduled for one fall. Now hailing from The Edge of Time Itself, weighing in at around 180 pounds, he is the Master of Time…Aeon Khronos!

The fans continue booing, but Aeon pays them no mind as he makes his way to the ring, sliding in with a smirk on his face.

Reid: His opponents, first residing in Seattle, Washington weighing in at 205 pounds... DIO!

The lights dim down, and a voice comes over the PA system.

”I am your Crux.”

The phrase kicks off the sounds of “Change (in the house of flies)” by the Deftones as Dio emerges from the curtain and stands atop the stage. He surveys the crowd, tugging at the collar of his leather jacket before heading down toward the ring.

Reid:And from Salem, Oregon weighing in at 215 lbs, being accompanied by Dr. Charlene Lake, Cory Bowen!

Cory walks onto the stage with Dr. Lake right behind him staring out at the live audience. He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp but ignores most of them. They talk quietly on the outside before Cory gets in the ring and waits for the bell.

DING DING DING

The bell rings and Dio runs at Bowen hitting a Laertius Effect. Bowen is able to roll out of the ring as Aeon spins Dio around and peppers him with Right Hands. Aeon throws Dio off the rops but Dio reverses it sending Aeon off them instead. Dio ducks looking for a Back Drop but Aeon is able to hit a DDT. Bowen flies in from almost nowhere landing on Dio with a Splash. Aeon grabs Bowen and hits him with Right Hands before Bowen blocks one and Suplexes Aeon onto Dio. Dio rolls out of the ring as Bowen hits Aeon with a European Uppercut that staggers him into the corner. Bowen chops Aeon in the chest before grabbing Aeon in a Front Facelock and hitting knees to the gut so hard that one lifts Aeon off the ground that Bowen is able to transition it into a Suplex. Bowen tries to Powerbomb Aeon but is Back Dropped. Dio is back in the ring and grabs Aeon looking for a Dragon Sleeper but Aeon is able to slip out of it before Dio batters Aeon with a series of rights and forerms and a Knee to the head. Aeon rolls out of the ring as Dio turns right into a chop to the chest from Bowen who follows up with a Neckbreaker. Bowen gets to his feet and immediately drops back down Headbutting Dio. He gets to his feet looking to hit a second one but before he can, Aeon slips back into the ring and hits Bowen with a German Suplex.

Everett: All three are down. This is why I like a Triple Threat Match. With a one one one, you can probably wok out the likely winner. Triple Threat's they come from nowhere. You can't work it out.

Amsler: My god! Seventy episodes in and you have finally contributed something of interest.

Everett: Now three ways....

Amsler: I spoke too soon. Knew it. Always happens...

Dio and Aeon are on their feet. Dio runs at Aeon and Dropkicks him sending Aeon crashing into the turnbukles. Dio then whips Aeon into the opposite corner so hard that he ricochets back out right into a Chop from Dio that knocks him down to the mat. Dio grabs Aeon's arms and attempts to apply a Cross Armed Surfboard but before he can properly apply it, Bowen comes crashing in, literally throwing himself at Dio. Aeon rolls into the corner as Bowen unloads on Dio with punches before dropping him hard to the canvas with a Spinebuster. He makes the cover.

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Dio is able to get his left shoulder up to break the count. Dio uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet but he has his back to Bowen who hits Dio with a Delusions of Grandeur but before he can make the cover, Aeon shoves Bowen out of the ring and makes the cover himself.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... AEON KHRONOS!

Everett: I told you that you can't tell the winner until the end!

Amsler: For a moment there it looked like this was a Cory Bowen victory. Literally all he had to do was make the cover but Aeon Khronos was able to crawl from the shadows and steal a win here.

Everett: He didn't crawl from the shadows and steal anything. He was simply biding his time. Get it? Biding his time!

Amsler: You'll get it in a minute. Folks, get back here soon as we have an interbrand clash where FSW's Wes Walker takes on Rampage's captain Nezumi Hazama and it's next




Everett: Folks we’ve been told somebody has arrived in style, let’s head out and see what’s going on…

Amsler: I’m told Jenna is headed to the main entrance to try and catch some words too!

We cut to outside the Palazzetto dello Sport in Rome as a Lexus LC 500 h in Nightfall Mica pulls up outside...

Some of the crowd begin to boo loudly recognising the car as being the prize of Thunder II; the rest of the crowd boo as the camera pans down to reveal the number plate as ‘P0TU5 46’. The car pulls to a stop and the chauffeur steps out and opens the back door. A Louboutin heel hits the sidewalk and the crowd are booing as loudly as they can before The EWC Undisputed Champion comes fully into shot. Scorpio has a sneer on his face as he adjusts the title on his shoulder. He struts a few steps towards the arena before the door open and Jenna Salvatore comes out with a microphone in her hand. Scorpio can be seen rolling his eyes behind his Chanel sunglasses.

Salvatore: Scorpio! We just heard you were coming, what brings you to Prime?

The S-Factor remains in silence for a few moments before he finally turns to Jenna. His jaw is held high trying to make himself look more important before he leans into the microphone.

Scorpio: In two weeks I will be defending this title against seven men and women who barely deserve to stand in the same arena as me let alone challenge for the Undisputed Championship. Two of them call this dump of a brand their home, one more of them is wrestling here tonight… I’ve come to send a message…

He grins.

Salvatore: We saw you deliver a message after Rampage finished, and you cut Samantha Hamilton’s celebrations short on Brawl, and now you’ve travelled all the way to Italy to make an appearance on Prime… how come there was no Mr President on the latest episode of Future Stars?

Scorpio: Jenna I suppose you think you’re some sort of investigative journalist with such hard-hitting questions?

Salvatore goes to answer however Scorpio holds a hand up and snaps his fingers, cutting her off in an instant.

Scorpio: I don’t actually care what you have to say. It’s as simple as this: allegedly the likes of Hamilton, King, and Sharpe have wins over me this year; Nevaeh and I are yet to tangle and she is therefore allegedly a ‘threat’. On Future Stars you have Candy, who I pinned on her very own show, and DeLuca, who I pinned on Parabellum. Why would I waste my energy travelling to send a message to two people who stand even less of a chance than the rest of this rag-tag band of have-a-goes. If the wrestlers of FSW want a message then I’ll gladly deliver them one now…

He smirks as he looks into the castle.

Scorpio: Both of you are only on Night of Champions so there’s enough wrestlers to make the numbers work. I’ll be glad to kick the living shit out of DeLuca again and send him packing in round one, and then if Candy’s lucky she’ll be opposite me for round two… and if she’s unlucky… well I’ll drag her through round two and slam a heel down her throat at the earliest convenience in the finale. Now I have an exciting episode of Prime...

He laughs to himself at the idea.

Scorpio: ... to endure. Why don't you go and find some independent losers to talk to about their feelings; your President is off to make himself comfortable whilst he survives this onslaught to the senses.

Without another word The EWC Undisputed Champion struts off towards the arena. Salvatore goes to speak again when she’s drowned out by the sound of an approaching engine, and the camera pans around to show an military personnel-carrier driving into place...

Crème de la Crème steps out of the driver’s seat wearing a military-inspired gown and she opens the truck’s back doors. One by one the members of Scorpio’s army of protectors step out and file their way behind their President into the arena…

Everett: Well the champ is here to make his presence known, and with two of his fiercest competitors facing off in tonight’s main event what could he have in store?

Amsler: I don’t know, but I don’t like the look of that protection squad hitting the arena…

MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Nezumi Hazama
Vs Wes Walker

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Everett: What a match this should be.

Amsler: Wes Walker from FSW versus Rampage's Nezumi Hazama.

Everett: On Prime? If it switches from a wrestling match to a brawl then we'll have the whole set.

Amsler: You've been waiting for that one since the match was announced haven't you?

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, residing in Tokyo Japan, weighing in at 238 pounds... NAME IN ALL CAPS!

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 brings 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! ♫

As he steps out of the emission of smoke on the stage, Hazama stands in the bright spotlight. Primping the collar of his suit jacket and shifting the shawl draped over his shoulder, Hazama listens to the chorus of boos that follows his appearance.

♫ AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫

He raises his arms in protest to the crowd's displeasure towards his existence. He invites them to get louder as he drowns them out to the high, loud energy of his own theme.

♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE! ♫

Hazama fans himself with their hatred, not at all perturbed by them.

♫ AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫

And when he's done humoring his critics, Hazama begins down the ring ramp.

♫ YOMIGAERASERU NO SA...

AISURU KIMI NO KOKORO...

KARADA WO NUGISUTETE...

IMA, WARE NI KAERU TOKI... ♫

Hazama reaches the end of the ring ramp, having spent a few moments teasing the people reaching for him. He tests to see if someone was brave enough to jump. He berates someone and tells them about how much they pale in comparison to him. There at the edge of the ramp, Hazama throws up his arms again, and the camera pans out. It catches the atmosphere that he has created, where the world is rocking with their hateful noise. With him at the epicenter of it all, Hazama only chooses to smile and then make his move towards the ring.

Still committed to his former eccentricities, Hazama slides into the ring on his stomach and turns onto his back. He sprawls out, massaging the ring before lifting himself up. With his head hung, Hazama spreads out his arms, soaking into the limelight once more. It sates him. It powers him. It urges him to continue. As the song calms down, his sinister nature of Hazama brightens through his flamboyance.

♫ ME WO TSUBUTTE KAZE WO SUKUTTE...

MI WO TOKASHITE KANE WO NARASHITE... ♫

Hazama remains this way, even as he begins to rise back to a standing position.

♫ KAKUSEI!

KAKUSEI!

KAKUSEI!

KAKUSEI! ♫

Hazama hits the top turnbuckle, reaching out to the fans, inviting their disdain again.

♫ MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE!

AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA!

MAHARI YUWARE GAAIE SABANARE!

AMARE DIRAHI JUMAGI GANASHARA! ♫

As 'Kakusei' begins to fade out, Hazama denies everyone their chance to get to him. He hops off the turnbuckle, discharging the intensity of his taunting in lieu of his sinister serenity. He crouches down in his corner, watching his environment with a hawk-eye precision. A smirk dawns on his face as he waits for the beginning of the match, and his own personal war.


Reid: Now, from Galway, Ireland, Wes Walker!

Pyros hit and "Perfection Through Silence" by Finch begins to play, Wes Walker comes from behind the curtain. He raises his arms up above his head and the crowd goes wild. He bows his head and takes in the cheers. Wes walks down the aisle into the ring sliding under the bottom rope in a quick motion.

DING DING DING

Hazama chargess at Walkier knocking him to the canvas with a Lariat. Walker gets to his feet and ducks a Right Hand but eats a Spinning Backfist that staggers him allowing Hazama to Irish Whip him into the corner. Hazama runs at Walker in the corner and hits an Enziguri. Hazama then attempts an Olympic Slam but Walker counters it by slipping from Hazama's grip and hitting an Arm Drag. Both are on their feet. Walker kicks Hazama in the thigh before hitting him with a bulldog. Walker drags Hazama to his feet and tries for a Right Hand but Hazama blocks it before hitting Walker with Right Hands of his own. Hazama kicks Walker in the gut before lifting him for a Powerbomb that Walker counters with a Hurricanrana. Walker then climbs to the top turnbuckle and launches himself at Hazama. For what we don't know as Hazama counters it with a punch to the gut. Before Hazama is able to follow it up, Walker smacks him in the face with an Elbow before hitting a DDT. Again Walker climbs to the top turnbuckle. This time he waits for Hazama to get to his feet before throwing himself at his opponent with a Flying Spinning Elbow that Hazama avoids by stepping out of the way and Walker crashes into the canvas. As Walker picks himself off the canvas, Hazama lifts him and throws him in the cornerwith a Buckle Bomb before knocking Walker down with a Spinning Heel Kick when Walker staggers out of the corner.

Everett: I think I might be getting my brawl if this keeps up.

Amsler: A big DDT from Walker but he can't follow it up. A big Heel Kick from Nezumi but can he follow it up.

Everett: Probably not the way this match has been going.

Amsler: Only one way to find out I suppose.



Hazama lifts Walker to his feet and drops him with a S.S. Deadly Bomber. The referee makes the count.

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Walker not only kicks out of the move but he kicks out in suck a way that he's on top of Hazama, he grabs Hazama's legs as the referee counts.

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Both men get to their feet but Walker grabs Hazama and hits a Belly To Belly Suplex before climbing the turnbuckles again. This might not be a wise move after his previous misses. Walker leaps and hits.... Hazama in the chest as he lands a Walking Tall. He bows and walks down Hazama's body to complete the move. Walker grabs at Hazama's arm looking to apply a Tiger Choke but Hazama manages to grab him and roll him up for a School Boy.

The referee isn't even able to count one before both men are back on their feet. Walker runs at Hazama for a Clothesline but Hazama manages to lift Walker pop up style onto his shoulders where he hits a Let It Die. Walker slumps to the mat as Hazama makes the cover.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... NEZUMI HAZAMA!

Everett: So Rampage wins on Prime?

Amsler: The Captain leading by example with this result. Walker came close but it wasn't enough on this occasion.

Everett: I admit it, I was rooting for Wes Walker

Amsler: Well there's news to make me happy. While the smile on my face his forceably removed, don't you go far as we have the Bass Brothers in what may be their first match ever as they take on the EWC Tag Team Champions, Southern Express. Back in a mo.

The camera cuts backstage to find Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane, The Southern Express along with Bunny Love standing in the hallway.

Rose: At Prime #069 we sent out a loud and clear message…

Lane: That the tag team division now runs through Prime…

Rose: We challenged any and all tag teams to venture out into the land of the indies if they want these…

Bobby and Jimmy hold up the EWC Tag Team Championships

Lane: We put out an open invite and…

But Bunny jumps in front of the camera

Love: WE GOT TWO SHITTY HANDYMEN…

Jimmy laughs but Bobby puts his hand on Bunny’s shoulder

Rose: Two men hoping to make a name for themselves in their first night in Prime…

Lane: A team playing with house money because let’s face it if they lose well they’re supposed to lose right, they are facing the tag team champions BUT…

Rose: If they win they jump to the head of the tag team division here in the EWC… but there is more on the line than just that here tonight…

Bobby smiles at Jimmy

Lane: Long before we won these…

Bobby and Jimmy once again hold up the EWC Tag Team Championships

Rose: We prided ourselves as being the best tag team here on Prime so...these might not be on the line tonight…

Bobby points to his tag team championship belt

Lane: Our Title of Best Tag Team on Prime is up for grabs…

Rose: And that is just as important to us Dan and Stan...look around here, The Porter Company is gone...The Lodge is gone...Richard Garcia and Lavender are nowhere to be found…

Lane: We have run off each and every tag team here in Prime because they realized they were playing for second...and they were in fact a distant second…

Rose: So tonight we welcome The Bass Brothers to Prime, we open the doors to OUR HOUSE…

Lane: OUR HOUSE!!!!

Rose: And show them from night one just who are the alphas around these neck of the woods…

Love: You two fat hicks are about to find out the hard way why fans places are out in the stands or at home with their asses parked on the couch, you two think that just because you are ‘blue collar’ that makes you tough...or is it because you’re from Texas...like Texas has a monopoly on ‘toughness’...why is it that every Texan thinks that living their gives them an edge on the ‘toughness’ scale…

Lane: Because it takes a lot of toughness to not want to kill yourself being stuck in Texas…

Rose: You two may be used to hard work but you’re also used to not finishing the jobs you are hired to do...well tonight you’ve been hired to face us but don’t worry...we will finish this for you and while you are on your back looking up at the lights you can take pride in knowing for once in your lives that you finished a job by doing a JOB!!!!

Love: There is nothing wrong with being the SECOND best tag team in Prime...it’s a lot better than being the 1000st best handymen company in Texas…

Lane: And hey...at least you were able to get a free trip to Italy…

Bobby, Jimmy and Bunny laugh as they walk off camera

MATCH #3
»TAG TEAM MATCH«
Southern Express
Vs Bass Brothers

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Everett: Well, this will be a thing!

Amsler: This promises to be an interesting contest as we have The Bass Brothers who, I'm told, are making their wrestling debuts tonight taking on the EWC Tag Team Champions, The Southern Express.

Everett: You sell that well. What you could have said is: we have a team who has no place even being in this ring tonight taking on the Bass.... actually, I'm not sure any team should be in the ring tonight.

Amsler: Oh god, the arms are folded. Are you in a protest or a sulk? They seem the same with you.

Reid: The following contest set for one fall is a tag team match. Introducing first, from Austin Texas, weighing in at a combined weight of 565 pounds, Handyman Dan and Stan, THE BASS BROTHERS!

”Hard Workin Man” blares, Handyman Dan is the first to come out, totally hyped, he’s pointing and clapping while trying to keep his yellow hardhat from falling off, his mood is infectious as the crowds clap along with him, Handyman Stan comes out, he’s adjusting the tape on his fists and concentrating more on the ring and trying to stay serious, his brother gives him a playful chop on the chest then runs to the ring, Stan smiles, he continues his slower pace and gives fans high fives as he approaches the ring. Dan throws his yellow hardhat off and starts dancing around the ring, pointing and clapping. Stan throws his red hardhat off and stretches his shoulders, he starts getting Dan focussed on the match at hand.

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: Their opponents Being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, they are the EWC Tag Team Champions, 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

Stan and Rose start. They lock up in a Collar and Elbow tie up before Rose whips Stan off the ropes but he knocks Rose down with a Shoulder Block. Rose gets to his feet and runs off the ropes right into Stan's shoulder. Stan barely moves but Rose goes down. Rose gets up rubbing his shoulder and tags in Lane. Lane and Stan lock up in a Collar And Elbow before Lane Irish whips Stan. Or at least tries to he can't move him. Stan can move Lane though and he whips him hard into a corner beore following him into the corner with a Clothesline. Lane staggers out of the corner and is knocked to the canvas by a Right Hand from Stan. Stan then pulls Lane of the mat only to Bodyslam him back onto it. Dan gets in the ring and is Bodyslammed by Stan onto Lane. Rose gets in the ring to check on his partner and he gets Bodyslammed onto Dan before Stan runs off the ropes and crashes down on all three with a big Splash. Rose rolls out of the ring while Dan, Stan and Lane get to their feet. Stan hits Lane with an Atomic Drop sending him into Dan who hits Lane with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Lane staggers toward Stan who hits Lane with an Inverted Atomic Drop of his own before Dan hits Lane with an Atomic Drop. As Lane stands in the ring feeling the pain of four Atomic Drops, Stan knocks him down with a Clothesline. Dan runs at them but Stan lifts him hin the air causing Dan to come crashing down on Lane with a Splash. He rolls off Lane so Stan can make the cover

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Everett: Almost a win there.

Amsler: Bet he's glad he has a partner

Everett: I'm not. We could have been on to a much better match if this was one on one.

Amsler: Are you STILL complaining?



Rose drags Lane to their corner so he can tag in and he attempts a Tennessee Destroyer on Stan but he's too strong and Back Drops Rose onto the mat. Stan lunges at Rose with a Clothesline but Rose ducks it and hits Stan with a Superkick. He doesn't go down. So Rose hits another and another. Finally the fourth knocks him down. Dan gets into the ring but he gets Superkicked. But he doesn't go down either. So Lane gets in and they hut a Mic Drop that knocks him down. Stan's back on his feet. He knocks Lane down with a single Punch. Hehits Rose with one that staggers him into the corner. He can't follow him into the corner as Lane is trying to roll him up with a School Boy. Stan remains on his feet no matter how hard Lane tugs. It leaves him open for another Superkick from Rose. Which again doesn't knock Stan off his feet so Rose literally throws himself at Stan in a Cross Body that does knock Stan down. With Rose ontop, the ref counts the fall.

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DING DING DING

Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!

Everett: Well, that happened. That was a thing.

Amsler: Persevere. If at first you don't succeed, Superkick them repeatedly

Everett: On the plus side, that match is done and we can move on to something good.

Amsler: Up next we have... Dominic Sanders. Damn it!

MATCH #4
»SINGLES«
Dominic Sanders
Vs Sadie Sharpe

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Everett: Well folks, up next we have an interesting twist of sorts on an longstanding rivalry here on PRIME, as Dominic Sanders gets to show Jordan Sharpe's niece Saidie that losing runs in the Sharpe bloodline.

Amsler: Wow, that's rude. These two just teamed together at Parabellum to represent PRIME in Brand Warfare, with the former Indy Champion as captain. I doubt Sanders would be that disrespectful toward a fellow teammate.

Everett: That was in the past, Sandra. Besides, it's like I always say...like uncle, like niece.

Amsler: I...that's, um...

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

The lights go out in the Palazzetto dello Sport. Blue 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 navy blue hoodie and gold 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 gold dress and navy blue streaks in her hair. Sanders and Cora stand at the top of the ramp and listen to an extremely hateful reaction from the crowd.

Reid: 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. The two share a brief kiss in the center of the ring before he turns his attention back out to the hostile crowd. 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.

Everett: It looks as though Dominic is finally all healed up from being launched off a train by Jordan Sharpe, and I for one can't wait to see him send Jordan a message here tonight.

Amsler: Look, Saidie showed a lot of heart in Brand Warfare, and I imagine she can handle herself against Sanders tonight.

Everett: All the heart in the world means nothing if you can't pick up a win, Sandra.

Reid: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, 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 usually passes out some merch for a couple fans. She'll give them a thumbs up or a high five and then run the ropes to warm up for this match as the ref calls for the bell to start things off.

DING DING DING

The two go at it from the opening bell, with both clearly looking to prove a point coming off their match together back at Parabellum. Sanders dominates early on, sending Saidie into the corner with some hard lefts and rights before charging at her for a clothesline...only for Saidie to dodge it at the last minute! Sanders is clutching his arm, still feeling some of the effects of his injury, and this gives Saidie an opening to unleash a flurry of offense that culminates in a swinging neckbreaker! With the former Indy Champion down, Saidie goes for a quick cover!



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Sanders making a quick escape pushing Saidie off, getting back to his feet as Saidie tries to catch him offguard with some kicks to the legs. Sanders catches her leg, only to catch an enziguri to the head for his troubles! With Sanders down yet again, Saidie starts locking in the Sharpeshooter, doing her best to cinch in the hold considering the size difference!

Everett: It seems a bit strange to be going for that here, but if there's one thing I've learned it's that pro wrestling is the sort of career where you learn on the job.

Amsler: Settle down dingus, she's doing just fine. She's showing that heart that I was talking about earlier, really sticking it to Sanders here.

Everett: If this plays out anything like Parabellum, Saidie doesn't have a chance in hell.

Amsler: Micah, you ignorant slut.

Sanders does appear to be in some pain, but is quick to crawl toward the bottom rope, grabbing it to force Saidie to break the hold as the ref admonishes her for not immediately letting go. Sanders takes advantage of the moment, grabbing Saide from behind to send her flying wtih a German suplex! Saidie is slow to her feet, giving Sanders an opportunity to turn her around before connecting with another...but this time, he holds on and bridges his neck to keep Saidie's shoulders down!



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Saidie's showing some real fighting spirit here, much to the chagrin of Sanders who picks Saidie back up. He looks for an inverted atomic drop, but Saidie gets out of it and goes for a BSPT...but Dominic blocks it before hoisting her onto his shoulders, struggling for just a moment before...RIPTIDE! Sanders connected in a major way with that backstabber off the fireman's carry, and this looks to be it as Sanders goes for the cover!



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

Everett: What did I tell ya Sandra, Dominic Sanders with a squeaky clean win over Saidie Sanders.

Amsler: Maybe, but Sharpe showed a lot of...

Everett: Heart? Yeah, we know. At the end of the day, heart did diddly squat against my man Dom, and it looks like he's doing just fine.

Amsler: I dunno about that Micah, but I do know we've still got a couple big matches in store for tonight. In just a moment we'll see EB4 squaring off against Kuroiki!

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Coming off a commercial, PRIME 70 returns to see Ace King walking casually through the Palazzetto dello Sport concourse, the X-Division Championship on his shoulder, and the excitement of a few fans off in the distance who recognize him. Then, there’s a rushed clicking of heels along the concourse floor, and Jenna Salvatore thrusts a microphone out before him.

Jenna Salvatore: Ace, a quick thought about this first-time match against Jordan Sharpe in this, your first match on PRIME in almost two years? What do you see the significance of this match being as you look ahead to Night of Champions?

The X-Division Champion stops for a moment to ponder the question before turning his attention to Jenna.

Ace King: Honestly? It doesn’t feel that much different than any other night, and it can’t, because Night of Champions is still off in the distance, and I’ll find myself facing the most stringent test there is in EWC.

He pauses to clear his throat, his head swaying from side to side as he contemplates his next thoughts.

Ace King: It’s obviously no secret that Jordan’s a valiant competitor. After all, you don’t win two Indy Championships without showing something special… But he’s also shown himself prone to allowing his emotions to take over, as evidenced by how much more concerned he is about my Diamond Dog partner than he is about me. There aren’t many who know that place better than me, and it’s why I’m in a prime position to strike tonight.

The X-Division Champion’s nostrils flare briefly before he takes a breath to compose himself.

Ace King: The people of Rome won’t have seen this much bloodshed since the Colosseum’s heyday, but tonight, under X-Division Rules, Jordanus Caesar will fall, again. Bet On It.

With that, a focused-looking Ace strides off, leaving Salvatore speechless as we cut to...

MATCH #5
»SINGLES«
Kuroiki
Vs EB4

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Everett: Up next we have what can only be referred to as a grudge match as Kuroiki goes one-on-one with Elliot Bowman IV. On the last episode of Prime, these two men were involved in a triple threat match with Iggy Swango. Kuroiki got the win by pinning Iggy, but--need I remind you--that was after Elliot left, apparently having had more important things to do.

Amsler: Or maybe, just maybe, Elliot knew he didn't stand a chance, so he ran away.

Everett: I don't think that was the case, Amsler. EB4 is no coward.

Amsler: If you truly believe that, you're delusional.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Up The Creek Without A Paddle, weighing in at 174 pounds... ELLIOT BOWMAN IV!

Suddenly the power goes out, and the arena goes black. Several seconds pass before a version of The Last of the Mohicans theme song starts to play and a single light shines down on the entrance. As the music picks up, more and more lights center in at the top of the ramp where EB4 appears. With Max following, Elliot heads toward the ring as more and more lights are restored.

Everett: There's something about this guy--I can't quite put my finger on it--but I think he's gonna be a big deal here in the EWC.

Amsler: Perhaps his running away at Prime 69 reminds you of somebody you know?

Everett: Who, you? No, that's not it.

Amsler: I was referring to you, Everett.

Reid: His opponent, from Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan, weighing in at 230 pounds... The Black Tree of Sapporo... KUROIKI!

"Immortals by Two Steps From Hell sounds off over the loud speakers. Kuroiki emerges from gorilla. He walks directly to the ring, ignoring everyone. He rolls into the ring, and immediately he and EB4 start trading punches.

DING DING DING

Wrestling be damned, Kuroiki and EB4 are having what could more accurately be called a bar room brawl. The second Kuroiki hit the ring, he and EB4 started trading fists back and forth. A minute in and neither man has relented. The referee's not quite sure what to do because neither man even knows he exists at this point. EB4 is doing a good job defending himself, evading, blocking, ducking, sidestepping--you name it--most of Kuroiki's offense. But the latter is persistent. Max hops up on the ring apron and tries to get Kuroiki's attention as The Black Tree of Sapporo finally gets Elliot locked down at the turnbuckle. Elliot's able to protect his face from the onslaught of punches, but Kuroiki's working his midsection. Max leans in over the top rope and grabs a handful of Kuroiki's hair. He pulls Kuroiki away from Elliot, who falls to the mat and quickly rolls out of the ring. Kuroiki strikes Max in the throat, making him release his hold on Kuroiki's hair, and Max falls to the floor clutching at his throat and flopping around like a fish out of water.

Everett: That's uncalled for, Kuroiki! He was just trying to help his friend!

Amsler: This match is between Elliot and Kuroiki. Max should keep his nose--or in this case, his neck--out of it.

Everett: What kind of friend would Max be if he just let Elliot get pummeled? You don't know anything about friendship, do you, Amsler?

Amsler: I know what friendship is. I also know what a match is. Maybe you should study up on it sometime, since calling them is in your damn job description!

Kuroiki and EB4 have gone back to brawling after Kuroiki followed him out to the ringside area. The referee has initiated a ten-count, but Kuroiki shoves Elliot back into the ring at 6. Max grabs a hold of Kuroiki's leg as the latter slides into the ring. Max uses his entire body weight to pull Kuroiki back out. The referee orders Max to stop interfering or else his client will be disqualified. EB4, back up on his feet inside the ring, sees an opportunity. He runs toward and throws himself over the ropes, landing on both Kuroiki AND Max. The fans give up a small pop. All three men are sprawled out at ringside.

Everett: Kuroiki and EB4 really hate each other and the fans seem to approve.

Amsler: Both men are trying to make a name for themselves, and EB4 has done nothing if not make this personal.

EB4 drags himself up using the ring apron for support. He rolls into the ring to break the referee's count, and then he rolls back out. Elliot grabs Kuroiki by the hair and drags him around like a kid with a Red Wagon. The fans don't seem to approve of it one bit, but EB4 doesn't care. Elliot positions Kuroiki on his back on the steps leading into the ring, and takes a few steps back himself. EB4 takes a running start and does a front flip, attempting to land on top of Kuroiki back-first, but Kuroiki rolls off the metal steps just in time for Elliot to land on the unforgiving metal uncushioned. At this, the fans applaud to show their obvious preference toward The Black Tree of Sapporo. Either that, or they don't think much of Elliot, period. The momentum has died down now, as neither Kuroiki or Elliot is able to do much, having completely beaten each other up. The referee's count is again up to 6, and if they don't get back into the ring they're both going to get disqualified. Max knows this, and so he helps EB4 to his feet and gives him a little shove into the ring. Kuroiki follows in on his own accord as the referee is about to complete his ten-count. Kuroiki and EB4 stare each other down from opposite sides of the ring. Seething rage on Kuroiki's face and a mix of 'oh shit' and 'what do I do now?' on Elliot's. Kuroiki runs at EB4 and the latter--desperate as all hell--pulls the top rope down and Kuroiki goes sailing over, colliding with the barrier on the outside. In the ring, EB4 points and laughs at Kuroiki before slipping out of the ring and shoving Kuroiki, from behind, into the barrier. Kuroiki manages to stop himself going back into the barrier and turns to face EB4. A look of 'Oh shit' spreads over EB4's face before he sprints to the back yet again. Kuroiki is about to give chase but Max steps in the way. Unable to get by him. Kuroiki gets back into the ring. Good thing for him as the bell rings.

DING DING DING

Kuroiki motions to Max to face him in the ring.  As Max lifts himself onto the ring apron, Kuroiki senses an opportunity to get EB4 and he heads out the ring and u the isle way in chase. Max, hops off the apron and follows.

Reid: And your winner, via count out... KUROIKI!

Everett: He might have lost the match but that was a smart move on his part.

Amsler: Smart? I've seen Formula 1 cars at the Italian Grand Prix pull away slower.

Everett: That's how athletic EB4 is, he's got one hell of a speed.

Amsler: Athletic? OK, I'll play along. But only because we are going to have a hell of an athletic clash in just moments as the X-Division Champion, Ace King clashes with the Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe and it's coming right up. Although not quite as fast as EB4 zoomed out of here.

The camera cuts backstage inside the Palazzetto dello Sports where we find Xavier Reid walking down a hallway with his manager ‘The Memphis Mouthpiece’ Tommy Love, Tommy smiles as he sees Jenna Salvatore.

Love: Jenna, mio amore…

He reaches out and takes her hand but she rips it away before his lips can touch her skin

Love: Did you miss me?

Jenna rolls her eyes and shakes her head no

Salvatore: Tommy the best thing about you managing Xavier is that we never have to see you here in Prime...or so we thought...sadly we’ve been seeing too much of you of late...which brings me to the question, what are you doing here? What are both of you doing here…

Jenna looks from Tommy to Xavier who just smirks

Reid: It’s simple Jenna...I’m here for the Main Event…

Love: Tonight Ace King and Jordan Sharpe are going to go out there and try to kill one another and hey...one of them might actually be successful and normally Xavier wouldn’t care, he would normally be all for one of them seriously hurting the other BUT…

Reid: Those two are my partners come Night of Champions...well at least for the first match so I’m here to make damn sure neither of them step over the line and hurt my chances of beating Scorpio, Samantha, Candy and Nevaeh…

Love: Those two egomaniacs aren’t thinking about the BIG picture...all they care about is the now...about beating the other champion here on Prime #070 like it wins them some sort of big prize…

Reid: The big prize is at Night of Champions and sure, none of us can win it here tonight but we sure as well lose it here tonight...if one of those two idiots takes these X-Division Rules to heart…

Love: You know things are fucked up Jenna when Xavier and I have to be the voice of reason yet here we are...it’s where we find ourselves...listen Xavier and I would rather be ANYWHERE in the world other than Rome and sure...it’s nice be able to see my daughter but…

Reid: This is an unnecessary trip for us...all just to make sure Ace and Jordan can play night...listen I understand both of them, I’ve been in each of their shoes...wanting nothing more than to bust up Ace’s face and knock him down a peg or two...to be able to shut Jordan up and humble the kid a little bit but this isn’t the time...come Night of Champions we are going to have to count on one another and I can’t afford one of these two still being pissed off about what happened here tonight and saying ‘fuck it’ and be willing to sit back and watch the other go down...I don’t have the same luxury that Ace and Jordan have...Night of Champions is my ONLY shot at the Undisputed Championship...and I need BOTH of them on their A-Game…

Love: So Jenna...we are here to play peacemaker...to make sure that neither Ace or Jordan do anything stupid...to put out fires if need be…

Reid: And if I have to...smack them both around until they get that all that matters right now I Night Of Champions…

Xavier walks away but Tommy leans in towards Jenna

Love: And it get a piece of that fried chicken...I miss the catering here at Prime so if you see a breast grab me one...you know how Tommy likes the breasts…

Tommy looks at Jenna’s chest

Love: The bigger the better…

He winks at her as she covers her chest with her arms as Tommy walks away laughing

»X DIVISION RULES MATCH«


ACE KING
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Everett: I've been waiting for this all evening. Jordan Sharpe versus Ace King!

Amsler: Oh have you?

Everett: Indeed. Ace is going to give Jordan Sharpe a King beatdown and I King can't wait.

Amsler: I know what you're doing. But let's not wait any longer, lets head to the ring.

Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. 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 then up on the turnbuckle holding the Indy Championship in the air

"THE ACE OF SPADES!!! THE ACE OF SPADES!!!" 

The crowd hears Lemmy's growl, and they go nuts as the opening bass line to 'Ace of Spades' rips through (insert arena name here). As the drums kick in, pyro goes off up and down the ramp in time with the beat, while frenetic red and gold spotlights pulse through the building before fixating on the ramp.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring, FROM Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 235 pounds... He is the (insert championship here)... THE GAMBLER... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG!!!

There's a huge explosion as the guitar kicks in, and the crowd roars as the one and only Ace King rises from a platform through the smoke of the pyro and into the spotlights, soaking in the ovation with his championship draped over his shoulder. 'The Gambler' stays on a knee, taking the title down to look at it for a few seconds. He takes a deep breath and walks to the ring, calmly interacting with fans all the way down the ramp.

He stops for a couple seconds at the end of the ramp, then charges to the ring, with gold pyro exploding from the turnbuckles as he dives in under the bottom rope. He spins up onto one knee and stares out into the crowd before getting to his feet and hoisting his championship up for all to see. Once he hands the belt to the referee, he gets his game face on while staring a hole through his opponent.

DING DING DING

Sharpe lunges at Ace with a Right Hand but Ace ducks it and runs off the ropes. Sharpe Back Drops Ace but he lands on his feet behind Sharpe. Grabbing Sharpe in a Waistlock he pushes Sharpe off the ropes looking for an O'Connor Roll but Sharpe grabs the ropes sending Ace rolling backwards. Sharpe turns around in time to be caught with a Slingblade from Ace. After Sharpe gets to his feet, Ace fires at him with a Superkick but Sharpe catches Ace's foot and throws it back sending Ace face first to the canvas. Sharpe drops an Elbow but misses and hits nothing but canvas. as Ace moves. Ace goes for an Elbow of his own but meets the same fate. Sharpe with a Legdrop. Misses. Ace with a Legdrop. Misses. Sharpe with a running Senton. Misses. Ace with a standing Moonsault. Connects. Ace takes a brief moment to hold an arm in the air in celebration but turns into a Sharpe right hand before grabbing Ace's head and ramming him face first into the corner. Sharpe kicks Ace in the midsection before Irish Whipping him into the opposite corner. Ace runs up the turnbuckles and throws himself at Sharpe with a Cross Body that Sharpe is able to catch before spinning it into a Uranage. This time it's Sharpe's turn to celebrate. Both men size each other up before Sharpe goes for a quick go behind into a waistlock that he tries to turn into a Reverse DDT but Ace is able to block forcing Sharpe to apply a Sleeper Hold that he quickly turns into a sleeping Neckbreaker. Sharpe runs at Ace hitting an Elbow Drop before lifting Ace to his feet and whipping him off the ropes Ace ducks a Clothesline attempt before slipping behind Sharpe and hitting a Blue Thunder Bomb.

Sharpe rolls out of the ring and Ace waits for him to get to his feet before diving at Sharpe with a Tope Suicida. Sharpe moves at the last second sending Ace face first into the ringside barrier. Sharpe gets into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He looks down at Ace getting to his feet before throwing himself at Ace with a diving Cross Body. Sharpe gets to his feet and rolls Ace back into the ring. He waves to a fan in the crowd before turning back to the ring. Just in time too as Ace runs at the ropes grabbing the top rope and using it to swing under the bottom rope catching Sharpe with a Hurricanrana that sends Sharpe into the ring post. As Ace rolls back into the ring, we can see he's bleeding from a cut in his forehead, Probably from going head first into the barrier. The referee is counting while Sharpe is outside the ring. As the referee reaches nine, Sharpe has no choice but to throw himself into the ring but he too is bleeding from a head wound.

Both men are on their feet and Ace hits Sharpe with a Snapmare before running off the ropes and smacking Sharpe in the face with a knee. Ace lifts Sharpe to his feet before lifting him up for a Suplex that he holds, stalling, for as long as he can before falling back to the canvas before floating over to make the cover.

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Sharpe gets a shoulder up. Ace sends Sharpe off the ropes and Back Drops him but Sharpe lands on his feet behind Ace and applies a waistlock before pushing Ace into the corner looking for a Chaos Theory but Ace grabs the ropes sending Sharpe rolling backwards. Ace runs at Sharpe and leaps looking for a Hurricanrana but Sharpe is able to block it and roll Ace off him before cracking Ace with a stiff Lariat that sends both crashing to the canvas.

Everett: This has been a war and it's not even over.

Amsler: We did say it was going to be a hell of a match and it's not dissapointed.

Everett: Depends how you look at it.

Amsler: Can't you appreciate good wrestling? What am I saying, it's you.

Sharpe lifts Ace to his feet and hits a European Uppercut that staggers Ace. Sharpe fires a left footed kick that Ace catches with his left arm that Sharpe quickly turns into a Worst Case Scenario sending Ace face first into the mat before rolling him onto his back to make the cover.

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Ace just manages to roll onto his side breaking the count. Sharpe grabs Ace and throws him into a corner before charging at him looking for a Freakin' Boot. At the last split second, Ace moves out of the way and Sharpe connects with nothing but turnbuckle but it allows Ace to stomp on the back of Sharpe's left leg sending him crashing to the canvas. Ace climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives off looking for a splash but hits nothing but Sharpe's raised boot. Sharpe gets to his feet and grabs Ace hitting the Ode To Milo. The referee counts.

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Ace is able to kick Sharpe with the heels of his boots breaking the count. Both men slowly get to their feet and start exchanging Right Hands before one from Ace dazes Shape long enough for Ace to hit the High Roller. He makes the cover.

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Ace swears loudly at the referee before lifting Sharpe to his feet and Irishwhipping him chest first into the corner. This is all the opening Ace needs to hit the Blackjack Bomb. Ace is only able to stretch an arm across Sharpe as the referee counts.

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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... ACE KING!


The crowd are on their feet applauding the action of the main event. JFS and Ace King are bloodied and beaten, staring across the ring at one another after the brutality of the X-Division contest. Half the crowd are chanting “thank you Ace King!” while the others are giving a rousing rendition of “JFS! JFS! JFS!”. All of a sudden it’s broken by “Hail To The Chief” and the whole crowd is united in booing…

Everett: Well we knew he was here tonight…

Amsler: And you can almost set your watch by the Undisputed Champion crashing a party!

Initially ten of The President’s Men stream out from the back to flank the stage and the ramp, creating a safe passage to the ring for the 46th President of The United States. In the ring King and Sharpe stand side by side staring down the ramp before suddenly the boos intensify as the man himself walks out. Scorpio has the Undisputed Championship raised high above his head. Behind him almost 20 more of his bodyguards file out to protect their leader as the 46th POTUS strolls down the ramp lapping up the hate from the crowd. He lets the title settle on his shoulder as two of his men separate the ropes to allow him in. A bodyguard hands him a microphone and the music settles down as Scorpio stares down King and JFS, all three men clutching their titles closely.

Amsler: In a matter of days these three will be competing for that Undisputed Championship. In round one Scorpio will be opposite JFS and King… if the latter progress they could be the final two going one on one of the biggest prize in the EWC… the stakes have never been higher folks!

20 of Scorpio’s men form a human wall surrounding the ring while 10 of them stand in the ring, surrounding the trio of wrestlers in the middle. As the music dies down Scorpio raises his microphone…

Scorpio: Darlings believe it or not tonight my message is not to you, this is about me and a certain Mr Mac. I am a benevolent and giving President, I am a true leader in this federation, which is why tonight I will give you one chance to leave. I will gladly put paid to you in the first round of this so-called Power Struggle as I cement myself as the greatest Undisputed Champion of all time… I don’t need to lay hands on you tonight…

He smirks before he steps aside, gesturing to the ramp. His bodyguards part to create a gangway to the back, and two of them even open the ropes up again to make leaving more easy.

Everett: I don’t think we’ve ever seen Scorpio gift his opponents an out like this… I don’t trust it…

Amsler: You think it’s got anything to do with the fact both Sharpe and King have got clean pins over the Undisputed Champion during his reign?

The tension at ringside is palpable as Scorpio glances from King to JFS and back again. The X-Division Champion is staring a hole right through Scorpio, their personal battle far from settled. The Indy Champion looks between Scorpio, Ace King, and the path to the back. After a few moments Sharpe mouths something to King before he walks towards the ropes and climbs out the ring. He begins to stroll to the back as Scorpio stares back at King…

Scorpio: A wise move. I’d implore you to do the same Ace… alas I have some things to say and your ugly mug staring at me is eating up valuable airtime so I’m sorry my dear I’m going to have to hurry you along. As I said, you get one chance… you can leave of your own accord or I’ll have you removed in three…

King stands stock still, a smirk forming on his face.

Scorpio: … two…

No movement from the X-Division Champion as Scorpio raises an inquisitive eyebrow.

Scorpio: …o—

But before he can finish the word Ace King flies at him, getting a hard uppercut in! The crowd goes wild as Scorpio crumples to the floor and The President’s Men swarm on Ace King with a series of strikes and kicks. King can be seen fighting three or four of them off before the army of bodyguards overwhelm him, beating him down in a throng so thick you can’t even see King anymore. On the ramp the melee catches Sharpe’s attention as he turns around and looks torn…

Everett: We know King and Sharpe aren’t exactly friends… but I guess there’s an element of my enemy’s enemy?

… before JFS sprints back at the ring! The crowd goes while as it seems Sharpe isn’t going to stand aside and let King get beaten down without doing something about it. Sharpe hits the ring and takes The President’s Men by surprise, flinging four of them over the top rope with a series of irish whips before he lands a double clothesline which takes two of them down. He helps King up and the two nod to one another before they hit a double back body slam on two of the approaching bodyguards. The crowd are going wild as King lands a hard back elbow to knock another bodyguard down and Sharpe drops one with the BFPT. The crowd are on their feet as King slams one with the Big Slick! The Prime fans are chanting both their names as the remaining President’s Men get ready to take on King and Sharpe – ONLY FOR SCORPIO TO BLINDSIDE SHARPE, SLAMMING THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP INTO HIS FACE! King spins around – RIGHT INTO AN AGR! With both men down Scorpio screams at his men to finish them off, and they begin to throw in kicks and stomps as Scorpio picks up his microphone…

Scorpio: I HOPE YOU’RE WATCHING MAC…

He looks almost deranged as he stares around the crowd.

Scorpio: … AND I HOPE HAMILTON, CANDY, NEVAEAH, REID, AND DELUCA ARE WATCHING TOO! THIS IS WHO I AM! THIS IS THE POWER I HAVE! THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS WHEN YOU CROSS ME!

He raises the EWC Undisputed Championship (now sporting a smear of blood) above his head as snaps his fingers and calls off The President’s Men leaving King and JFS out cold and face down in the middle of the ring.

Scorpio: Danny Mac made his big return at Scars and Stripes and lasted barely a month before ending up back on the injured list. I for one was incredibly disappointed to find out the stories of his death were false, I hoped at last this place could move on from his weak leadership to a true President. Alas, my hand is forced to prove just how pathetic and fragile his management truly is. Look at this Danny… LOOK AT IT…

He gestures to the ring and the two downed foes in the middle of it.

Scorpio: Two of your very best and my team got rid of them in a matter of seconds. Seven of your very best are coming for me at Night of Champions and I will single-handedly end their hopes and dreams. Wherever you are, whatever hospital bed you’re confined to, I hope you’re watching in two weeks’ time as I storm through the latest challenge you’ve set me. Once I’ve retained this title and proven once again that I am the Greatest Wrestler In History there will be nothing left for me to do but rescue this place from your useless clutches…

The S-Factor grins as the crowd boo him incessantly.

Scorpio: Over these past few weeks, ever since you made a point to flash your business card in my face and remind me who the ‘true’ President around here is, I’ve been thinking. This place needs a new leader, Danny. It needs a new direction. It needs a man of power who won’t centre his world around the same four poster children, who won’t allow the likes of Ace King to go one forever and ever and ever with his title, who won’t forgive the actions of a Shieldmaiden and gift her a spot at the champion’s table, who won’t consistently deny the true talent in this place until they have to go out and take it for themselves. The EWC needs a strong President. The EWC needs a ruthless President. The EWC needs a fabulous President.

He spreads both his hands out and basks in his own ‘glory’ as the fans begin a chant of ‘MAC IS GONNA GET YA!’ repeatedly. The S-Factor laughs to himself and shakes his head.

Scorpio: The only thing Mac is gonna get is a severance package and a brochure for nursing homes. The EWC is pretty much mine already… I can do whatever the fuck I like in it and nobody can do a damn thing about it… just watch…

He climbs from the ring and stands on the ramp before nodding to The President’s Men who immediately set to work trashing the ringside area! They tear off the apron and toss it into to the crowd before four of them gather at each corner and begin to break down the construction of the ring itself. Some of them find tools from under the ring and take down the ropes before one corner is taken down completely, collapsing the ring down on one side. Amsler, Everett, the referee, announcers, and timekeepers all spot what’s going on and sensibly disappear into the crowd to get out of touch. Some of Scorpio’s bodyguards throw the PRIME-branded announce table coverings into the crowd before they use the announcer’s chairs to smash the tables to pieces. They pull up ringside mats and bury the tables in them before another two corners of the ring are pulled apart and it collapses on two more sides, leaving one corner standing like the bow of a boat.

Scorpio smirks widely as he struts from the ramp to the trashed ringside area. He orders King and Sharpe to be tossed onto the pile of debris that were the chairs, tables, and ringside mats before he climbs into the half-collapsed ring. He stands looking out at the crowd on the one erected corner of the ring as The President’s Men gather around him, putting together a tableau not dissimilar to Washington Crossing The Delaware. Scorpio raises the Undisputed Championship above his head with one hand, and with the other he brings the microphone to his lips…

Scorpio: You’re so proud of your brand of independent gutter-trash, and yet where are they when the big dog comes to down, Danny? Cowering in the back. Ace and Jordan didn’t stand a chance tonight. The other champions don’t stand a chance in Dubai. And when it comes to it you don’t stand a chance of remaining the so-called President of the EWC.

He stares out at the booing crowd.

Scorpio: THIS IS MY SHOW. THIS IS MY TITLE. THIS IS MY DAMN FEDERATION. NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU CAN DO A THING TO STOP ME! ALL HAIL PRESIDENT SCORPIO!

He throws the microphone to the floor as The President’s Men raise their fists in the air and yell out “IN SCORPIO WE TRUST!” in unison before “Hail To The Chief” blasts out. The final scene is of Scorpio on the highest ground of the collapsed Prime ring, his arm around him, the Undisputed Championship glinting in the arena lights…

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END SCREEN

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Scorpio
Southern Express
Ace King
Xavier Reid
Scorpio

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MATCH WRITERS

MATCH ONE
WRITER: Prime

MATCH TWO
WRITER: Prime

MATCH THREE
WRITER: Prime

MATCH FOUR
WRITER: Brawl

MATCH FIVE
WRITER: Justin Paird

MATCH SIX| MAIN EVENT
WRITER: Prime

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RECAP OF WINNERS

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Aeon Khronos Vs Cory Bowen Vs Dio
WINNER: Aeon Khronos

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SINGLES MATCH 
Nezumi Hazama Vs Wes Walker
WINNER: Nezumi Hazama

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TAG TEAM MATCH 
Southern Express Vs Bass Brothers
WINNERS: Southern Express

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SINGLES MATCH 
Dominic Sanders Vs Saidie Sharpe
WINNER: Dominic Sanders

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SINGLES MATCH 
Kuroiki Vs EB4
WINNER: Kuroiki

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SINGLES MATCH 
Ace King Vs Jordan Sharpe
WINNER: Ace King

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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Ace King
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Ace King Vs Jordan Sharpe

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