PRIME #76 - ITALY - 02.14.21
Feb 14, 2021 21:49:14 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #76
FEBRUARY 14 2021
LIVE from the Candy Arena, Monza, Italy
PRIME
EPISODE #76
FEBRUARY 14 2021
LIVE from the Candy Arena, Monza, 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 X-Tron cycles through Prime's roster. Jordan Freaking Sharpe, Dio, S.I.N, Victor Jarvis, Nevaeh, Faith Rivers, The Southern Express, Jamie Love, Lavender, Michael Cade, King Flip, Mark Keaton, Emma Louise, Kendrick Kross and Narumi Tsutsumi are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd...
The camera centers on ringside at the Candy Arena, where Micah Everett and Sandra Amsler sit. As soon as they notice the camera, both commentators smile.
Micah Everett: Benvenuti a tutti in Prime. Or, welcome one and all to Prime for all those that didn't learn Italian over the holidays. It's the start of the G1 Tournament!
Sandra Amsler: Indeed it is. It's Valentine's night and while most will want candies with caramel filling, we have the Candy Arena stuffed to the brim with sweet, sweet wrestling action. We kick of with Jamie Love versus Kendrick Cross. Mark Keaton versus Narumi Tsutsumi and in the big ones, Victor Jarvis defends his TV Title against Faith Rivers and in the biggest of the big, no pun intended, Dio will attempt to pry the Indy Title from Jordan Sharpe's grasp.
Everett: We also have Nevaeh versus King Flip and the debuting Michael Cade versus Lavender in non G1 action. Should be a huge night!
Amsler: I still think you spent half an hour on Google Translate before you came out here. I doubt you could learn Italian if you'd been here since Wrestle Fest back in December!
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Earlier on in the day, as the wrestlers piled into the Candy Arena in Monza, Italy, a particularly familiar face was spotted amongst the crowd. Stitches, the current-reigning Undisputed Champion had made his presence known for the seventy-sixth episode of Prime as he too entered the Candy Arena along with the rest of the Prime talent. After all, he was the Undisputed Champion, his job description dictated that he was the champion of all brands and, thus, represented all of the brands equally. Jenna Salvatore, ever the journalistic professional, was on the scene to bombard the EWC Undisputed Champion with questions.
Salvatore: Stitches! Stitches! Can I have a moment of your time?
The carnival clown looked Jenna Salvatore up and down as if questioning whether she was being serious about interrupting the EWC Undisputed Champion. Upon realising she was, a sly smirk spread across his face.
Stitches: Ah, Jenna Salvatore, the ever-consistent professional. I am not surprised.
Salvatore: Stitches, what are you doing here? The Candy Arena is hosting Prime tonight, not Paramount.
Stitches: Do you see this over my shoulder?
The carnival clown points to the EWC Undisputed Championship over his right shoulder.
Salvatore: Sure.
Stitches: This means I can go anywhere I want, at any time, at any place as long as time permits it. None of those jumping from continent to continent shenanigans. But to answer your question; what am I doing here? I am here to watch the show.
Salvatore: Come on, surely that isn't your only reason to be here. A flight from Monza, Italy to Mississauga, Ontario, Canada is roughly a twelve hour trip, and you have a big match coming up on Paramount against the Southern Express.
Stitches: So too does Nevaeh.
Jenna Salvatore smacks her forehead in a comical fashion.
Salvatore: Of course, Nevaeh. That is why you are here. Tell me something, what is going on between the two of you?
Stitches: You already know about as much as I know... Speak of the devil.
From behind Stitches approaches Nevaeh who had just arrived at the Candy Arena herself. Realising Jenna Salvatore was interviewing Stitches, she chimed in.
Nevaeh: I felt my ears tingling. Are you talking about me?
Salvatore: Actually, we were.
Nevaeh: Figures.
She says with a roll of her eyes.
Nevaeh: Well, now that I’m here you can stop talking about me and ask me something.
Salvatore: So Nevaeh, about...
As soon as Jenna opens her mouth, Nev cuts her off.
Nevaeh: On second thought, I have no interest in talking to you. So why don’t you run along?”
It didn’t take long for Jenna to take off with the look Nev was giving her. Her high heels could be heard clicking against the tile floor in quick fashion until she was out of earshot.
Nevaeh: I can’t believe you of all people would humor her and her silly questions!
Stitches: Sometimes, the best thing you can do is just humour their questions. Keep it vague, keep them guessing. Make them work for the answers. It is all in good fun.
Nevaeh: If you say so.
Stitches: It is fun, you should try it sometime. String them along, like a puppet on a string, making them dance for your amusement.
She shrugs, still not too sure of that.
Nevaeh: But I’m guessing you’re here to check out my match? I’m hoping you’ll stay out of it. I’d like to take care of Prime’s latest Intruder problem on my own.
The carnival clown throws his hands up into the air, motioning ‘no problem’.
Stitches: He is all yours. I am merely here to observe the carnage.
Her eyes brightened with mischief.
Nevaeh: I better go get changed so I’m ready to dish it out.
With that, Nev walks away from the carnival clown.
'Neo Geo Instrumental' plays and Emma Louise walks to the ring.
Emma Louise: Hello everyone! Hello to all of you here in the Candy Arena and welcome to all of you watching me via TV, via your phones, on Youtube, EWCTV or one of the ever growing ways that we are viewd on multimedia platforms in 2021. I don't normally do this but as I sort of went a bit too public leading up to Wrestle Fest, I figured why not take advantage of it and come out here tonight.
She stops for a minute to acknowledge the chants of 'Emmy Lou, Emmy Lou, Emmy Lou'.
Emma Louise: Why am I here? Anyone that's been watching Brawl, Paramount or Rampage this season....
Crowd boo.
Emma Louise: Alright, be nice. Prime may be the better of the brands but that's no reason to boo the others.
There was a time when Prime had brand exclusivity with the TV Title. Then for reasons I can't remember, Paramount, Brawl and then Rampage all decided they wanted one. Which is what we've all seen over the last week or so in their season openers. This will lead to qualifying matches, probably tournaments and a lot of damn good matches.
But a lot of people have been looking at us and tweeting to @ewcprime wondering what happens with us as we already have one.
Emma steps out of the ring, reaches under the ring and pulls out a black satin sack before rolling back into the ring.
Emma Louise: It leads to this....
She opens the back and pulls out...
Emma Louise: Now here comes the tricky bit. When I am done here, I'll go to the back and I will hand this to the current EWC TV Champion: Victor Jarvis. He will then continue the prestige and history of the EWC TV Title. When he comes out to this ring later tonight he will do so with this championship and he will be defending this championship. We won't be doing a tournament or a variety of ways to determine a new champion.
Not yet anyway. I mean there is a G1. That could lead to a Champion versus Champion match. The rules then could lead to a forced vacate and whatever else. I don't know, I'm not psychic, but I look forward to finding out.
And now the big one. What do we call it? Myself, Marshall and Hayley all had a chat about this and here's what we decided. Marshall being American is all about network television and naming rights. They need to do this because if they don't they'll forget what channel their watching or something. Point is, they will call it 'The Shotime Television Championship'.
Those from the UK like me who watch Prime on BT Sports, those of you here in Monza, Italy who watch on Sky Sports and pretty much everywhere not American, we'll call it 'The Prime Television Title'.
There are others like Hayley who looked at it and called it 'The blue title' or 'the blue one'. Twitter right now are probably trying to get #BlueTitle trending. Others on Discords are probby laughing at the rhyming of 'new blue'.
The point is, we are the original because we ARE the best, Simply The Best, if I can borrow from our current Indy Champion, and this championship will continue to make others strive to be the best.
I've been out here rambling incoherently for too long now. We have the first batch of fixtures in the G1, we have defences of this championship and the Indy Title. We have some damn good wrestling to come tonight so from me, ciao.
Emma Louise holds the title up for the fans and TV cameras to see before heading out of the ring and up the isle.
MATCH #1
»SINGLES«
Nevaeh
Vs King Flip
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»SINGLES«
Nevaeh
Vs King Flip
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We return to ringside where Micah Everett smiles down the camera
Everett: I can not tell you how much I've been looking forward to this
Amsler: Yeah. The first match of the new Prime season. Nevaeh versus King Flip. Nevaeh always seems to have something to prove and tonight will be no different having lost out on a spot in the G1. King Flip will not want to go back to his Brawl brand having suffered a loss here.
Everett: Actually I was thinking Nevaeh in those tight outfits. It's been a long cold winter without them
Amsler: Oh for fu......
An ominous boom hits the PA as the arena goes a dark hue of steel blue. A lovely violin solo begins to play as the X-tron depicts the image of a massive pile of money under several spotlights. After fifteen seconds, the solo peaks into a frightful tone dragged on as the money bursts into flame. 'Machinegun' begins to play as the man in the hooded vest, head low, emerges from the curtain with manager Chanel in tow. He gets to the edge of the rampway when he lifts his hood to reveal that arrogant half smile.
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Chanel, from the land of money and fame... KING FLIP!
The lyrics chime in as he walks slowly down the ramp with his eyes locked in on the ring. He slides into the ring and leans against the turnbuckle with arms agape as his theme plays, yelling something inaudible to the referee and ring announcer. He turns to the stage ready for the action to start.
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
Reid: And the opponent, coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh strikes a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she mouths off to the fans and paces the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.
DING DING DING
Nevaeh charges at Flip hitting a Spear. She attempts to follow up with a Legdrop but Flip rolls out of the way. Flip grabs Nevaeh's arms and stomps her chest before lifting her onto his shoulders. He carries Nevaeh to the corner and attempts a Snake Eyes but Nevaeh grabs the turnbuckle to stop herself before throwing herself at Flip with a High Cross Body. Flip caught her and, somehow, managed to roll through and hit Nevaeh with a Powerslam. As Flip gets to his feet, Nevaeh kicks the back of his leg causing Flip to drop to his knees. Nevaeh wraps an arm around Flips head and drives him, neck first, into the canvas with a DDT. Nevaeh drags Flip to his feet looking for a second one but Flip pushes her away, kicks her in the gut and hits a Double Underhook DDT.
Everett: Nev lashing out with that kick and a vicious looking DDT, I like it.
Amsler: King Flip did well to hold on to her when he rolled through the Cross Body to hit that Powerslam. This could be anybody's.
Flip is on his feet first he drags Nevaeh to her feet by her hair but Nevaeh lashes out with a series of forearms. Flip avoids one and kicks Nevaeh's leg from under her sending Nevaeh crashing to the ground. With Nevaeh down, Flip runs at her hitting The Dethronement. He makes the cover.
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Flip screams before lifting Nevaeh to her feet looking to hit The Cure. Nevaeh manages to roll out of it and Dropkicks the knee she lashed out at earlier sending Flip to the canvas. Nevaeh grabs the leg and applies a Gates Of Hell. Flip screams in pain but he manages to get close enough to the ropes to break the hold
Everett: I'm fairly sure that move was number seventy two in the book I got for Christmas. Either way, Flip seemed to be in more pain than pleasure.
Amsler: Adding to his misery will be the fact he almost won this match, he'll be looking to right that as this match progresses
Nevaeh attacks Flip with a series of punches, lefts and rights to the point the referee has to drag her off him. Flip slowly gets to his feet but this allows Nevaeh to charge at Flip hitting a Cast Out Of Heaven. It doesn't knock Flip down. Instead it sends him against the ropes. Which is perfect for Nevaeh as it allows her to hit a Fall From Grace
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall NEVAEH!Nevaeh pushes her hair from he face and raises her arms in celebration. The referee helps her to her feet and raises her arms to make the result official
Amsler: What a match, King Flip came close but on this night it wasn't close enough
Everett: Speaking of coming close, I want to go up there and help her celebrate
Amsler: You see that running kick she did? You go in there she'll do the same, think about that. While he thinks about keeping his nose in one piece, we have Michael Cade up next in his Prime debut as he takes on Lavender
Camera cuts to ...
We see Prime’s ace interviewer Jenna Salvatore standing backstage with a microphone in hand.
Jenna Salvatore: We’re standing here with the gentleman named Michael Cade and my understanding is that you prefer to simply be called Cade?
Cade: That’s correct Jenna.
Jenna Salvatore: Well Cade we’re glad to have you here in the EWC and more specifically here in Prime. If I may ask how did you come about signing with the EWC and Prime?
Cade: I’ve been all over this industry in a career that’s spanned twenty years Jenna. I’m the guy that’s went from having a lot of potential to even flaking out at times. It’s been an up and down roller coaster of a ride Jenna. It’s a career that’s seen me as the meanest and worst guy in this industry. I sent messages with steel chairs and anything else that I could get my hands upon.
Jenna Salvatore: It sounds like you were pretty vicious back in the day.
Cade: Jenna that’s an understatement. Let me explain something about Michael Cade. After this past week I’ve gotten more than a few messages about my last promo where I mentioned EWC legend Xplode. Apparently some of my words were a little to touche for a few people and some took them as disrespectful.
Jenna the guy from twenty years ago would have said some pretty dastardly things simply to get under people’s skin. I’m not that guy anymore and I didn’t intend on ruffling any feathers and for that I apologize to anyone that was offended.
Twenty years ago I wouldn’t offer an apology to anybody. I wouldn’t have cared who I had upset or how little their snowflake feelings meant to me. Twenty years ago I would have told them that their idol in Xplode was now nothing more than plant food and I’d probably come out here with a clip of Michael Cade pissing on his grave. I’d probably have came out here telling everyone how little I thought of the man called Xplode. How his legacy means nothing and when it comes down to it that his list of accomplishments didn’t mean a damn thing.
But Jenna I’m not that guy now.
I’m not gonna talk about how he was shown up by the real legend Ashton Drake time after time. I’m not gonna besmirch the guys legacy and call him a fluff who couldn’t hack it in today’s business. I’m not gonna ruffle those feathers Jenna. I’m not that guy.
I’m not gonna come out here and challenge Jordan Sharpe for his championship and talk about how he was the paper Undisputed Champion simply holding the title until someone better came along. I’m not gonna do that Jenna.
I’m Michael Cade and I’m simply not that guy.
I’m not gonna come out here and tell you that real men like Scorpio did this business a favor when he curb stomped little Mac’s old lady. I’m not gonna tell you that I would have stood by his side and curb stomped his mother as well. I’m not that guy Jenna.
Jenna Salvatore: It kinda sounds like you are that guy Cade? You just said all of the things that you just said you wouldn’t say.
Cade: Don’t get me wrong Jenna. You asked a question and I’m simply giving you an idea of who Michael Cade use to be in days passed. I’m the guy now that will tell you I’m simply happy to be here in the EWC and Prime. I’m the guy that’s thankful for the simple opportunity to complete with the best this business has to offer.
I’m grateful and I appreciate the legacy of those that came before me.
Jenna Salvatore: Like who?
Cade: Which EWC legends do I appreciate and that I’m grateful for the roads they paved?
Ashton Drake
How’s that name?
Jenna Salvatore: What about now? Who’s someone that you respect that’s currently in the EWC?
Cade: I’m sorry Jenna but I’ve taken up a little to much of your time already. Perhaps I’ll catch you at the next show.
The scene fades as Cade walks away.
The EWC fans explode as ‘I Want Candy’ hits the speakers. Not expecting to see the former Indy Champion back on Prime they cheer as she walks out onto the stage. Candy makes her way down to the ring, waving at a couple of the kids in the front rows. She grabs a mic as she hops into the ring.
CANDY! CANDY! CANDY!
Candy: Well isn’t this just the sweetest surprise? Betcha didn’t expect to see me here! BUT! I saw my name on the arena and I just couldn’t help myself!
They cheer again and she smiles.
Candy: But what am I doing here? Well, I’ve got another surprise up my sleeve! But I think, in order to do that, I need a pretty sweet helper! Maybe someone like a Champion? Hmmm .. Maybe .. Robbie Rayder!
‘Fear’ plays throughout the Candy Arena as Robbie Rayder, in street clothes, walks out with the North American Championship over his shoulder. He walks down the aisle and taps fists with many of the Prime Fans. He climbs up onto the apron then up on the second turnbuckle, looking out as the crowd cheers. He winks at Candy, climbs into the ring and walks up to her. She gives him a quick peck on the cheek then hands him the mic.
Robbie: Monza, Italy!!! If one championship surprise wasn’t enough, how about a second champion as well?
He looks at Candy then up to the stage.
Robbie: Signore e signori, Gabrielle Visconty!
The crowd cheer and look to the entrance as “I Am The Fire” by Halestorm starts to play. Out of the back walks Gabrielle Visconty in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. She has the International title over her shoulder as she walks to the ring, taking a moment to high five and interact with the fans. She hops up on the side of the ring and springboards into the ring. She walks up and high fives Candy and Robbie, taking the mic from Robbie.
Visconty: Italia! Gratzie, gratzie! If two champions in the ring at once wasn’t enough, how about a third? Welcome one of Prime’s greatest wrestlers!!
Gabi smiles and laughs as she points towards the entrance.
Visconty: Just kidding, give it up for the better Sharpe - Saidie Sharpe!!
‘The Greatest’ plays on the speakers as Saidie hits the stage as the crowd kinda cheers for her mostly just to spite JFS. She makes her way down to the ring and heads through the ropes. Gabi goes for a high five but Saidie hugs her instead and then grabs her own mic and waves to Candy and Robbie both.
Saidie: Well now that everyone’s here we can get to Candy’s surpr---
‘You Ain’t Ready’ interrupts Saidie as the Indy Champion Jordan Sharpe interrupts what Saidie is about to say as the crowd gives him a thunderous ovation. He’s accompanied of course by Carley California as they make their way down the aisle. Jordan holds the ropes for Carley as he just shakes his head at Saidie before looking at Gabi.
JFS: Really, Gabi?! You think I’m gonna take that from the jester of the group?!
Gabi rolls her eyes as Jordan chuckles.
JFS: And why the hell is she here?
He points at Saidie.
JFS: I didn’t even let her out of her room!
Saidie looks disgusted.
Saidie: You know I can climb down that tree, idiot.
Before Jordan can respond to that, Candy cuts in.
Candy: You guys can settle this conversation later, because we still have that surprise to get to. Now I’m sure many of you are wondering what we’re doing out here? Well, it’s no secret the six of us have been hanging around as of late. As fun as that’s been, it’s time to do more than that. It’s time for the Candy Castle Crew to dominate the ranks of EWC...and have a sweet time while doing it!
Candy chuckles as Gabi removes her hoodie to reveal the #3C t-shirt much to the delight of the crowd.
Candy: As you can see, we already have a trio of champs within our group. Robbie has the North American Title. Gabi has the International. While Jordan still has the Indy Championship. As for me, it looks like I need to win a championship of my very own. I know I may have hinted at the United States Championship earlier this week. BUT as prestigious as that Championship is, I have even bigger plans than that! So what title will I be chasing this season? How about the Undisputed Championship? I think it’s about time Candy goes back to the very top! Wouldn’t you all agree?
The crowd erupts with cheers in support of this idea.
JFS: So that's it huh? We all some kinda Candy Castle Crew or something? Let's make this official then. A blood sacrifice.
Carley just shakes her head no at him.
Carley: I keep telling you, no blood sacrifices!
JFS: Alright fine. All of these Indy wrestling fans GET ON YOUR FEET! Because YOU are witnessing, LIVE AND IN LIVING COLOUR, the birth of the GREATEST…
Candy: AND SWEETEST!
JFS: ...WRESTLING FACTION OF ALL TIME!
The crowd roars their approval as Carley laughs at him.
JFS: Put ‘em in, 3C.
Jordan outstretches his fist into the center of the ring for them. Carley follows suit. Saidie enthusiastically joins them, and looks at Gabi who sighs, rolls her eyes and then laughs and does the same. Next Robbie Rayder, and finally Candy.
3C! 3C! 3C! 3C!
Fans are going wild as Tales of the Electric Romeo' by Trailerhead Triumph starts to play. Members of the 3C are playing to the crowd when the following banner drops from the ceiling.
TAs they head up the isle, the X-Tron blasts into life and shows downtown Monza, Italy. The crowd are cheering for their home as the scene fades through to car parked outside of a luxurious hotel. The camera pans around the car showing a mini Union Jack waving at the front of the car, before it moves across to a chauffeur stood by an open door. The man smiles as we hear the sound of footsteps approaching…
Chauffeur: Good evening sir, are you ready?
The X-Tron fades back to the PRIME logo as the crowd are left confused. At the announce table Amsler and Everett are frowning as the camera shows them reacting to the confusing visual.
Amsler: What the hell was that?
Everett: … someone British? Are we hosting the ambassador or something?
Amsler: Well anyway let’s move right on from whatever that was…
MATCH #2
»SINGLES«
Cade
Vs Lavender
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»SINGLES«
Cade
Vs Lavender
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Everett: This should be a good one.
Amsler: Yes it should. Lavender will be wanting to get back in contention for titles especially as it's been a few episodes since we last saw her. On the flip side of the coin, no pun intended about our last match, Michael Cade will be looking to impress in his Prime debut. His EWC debut also.
Everett: It's nice to see Lavender back. Her front.... her side..... her boo...
Amsler: Are you going to be like this all night?
Everett: I hope not. At this rate you'll look atractive by the end of the night!
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 132 pounds ... LAVENDER!
The lights go out as 'Imaginary' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights flash in time to the guitar riff. The song kicks into its first verse as smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shined down upon the center of the stage. When the chorus kicks in the lights come back on and out walks Lavender. She looks out across the crowd as the crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome.
Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring. As Lavender reaches ringside she walks over to the steel steps, walks up them and enters the ring before climbing the nearest turnbuckle and holding her arms up high in the air. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.
Reid: And the opponent residing in Paradise, CA, weighing in at 221 pounds ... CADE!!
The beginning beats of melody begin to play as all of the mid 4o’s males begin to play the part of a miss spent youth. The overhead lights begin to flutter into a burst of lights. ‘The Nomad’ steps onto the stage and pauses momentarily before walking down the ramp towards the ring.
Once ringside he removes his baseball cap and hands it to a young fan in the crowd before walking up the steps and ducking into the ring. He raises one arm skyward and takes notice of the cheers and jeers heard throughout the arena.
DING DING DING
Lavender runs at Cade hitting a Flying Forearm that knocks Cade to the mat. She attempts a DDT but Cade uses his weight advantage to straighten up and throw Lavender off. Cade hits out with a series of right hands before sending Lavender off the ropes. Cade bends too far or a Back Drop and it allows Lavender to finally hit the DDT. Cade staggers to his feet and blocks a right from Lavender. He hits two of his own and runs at Lavender for a Clothesline only for her to counter with a Hip Toss. Before she can apply the follow up Arm Lock, Cade manages to slip out of the hold. Lavender runs off the ropes at Cade but Cade catches her with a Spinebuster dumping Lavender on the canvas before dropping a knee to her forehead.
Cade lifts Lavender onto his shoulders looking for a Powerslam but Lavender slips off his shoulders and pushes Cade off the ropes catching him with a Back Elbow to the bridge of his nose on his return. As his eyes water, Lavender runs up the turbuckles and leaps at Cade with a Cross Body that Cade counters into a Powerslam.
Everett: Lavender throwing everything at Michael Cade, even herself and it's not working.
Amsler: Maybe not that attack but Lavender is resiliant
With Lavender down, Cade makes his way to the middle turnbuckle and leaps at Lavender with an Elbow Drop. At the last second, Lavender moves out the way and Cade hits nothing but canvas. As Cade clutches his throbbing limb, Lavender runs at him hitting a running boot that staggers both competitors. Cade holds the rope to regain his composure while Lavender staggers back into the corner. Cade charges her hitting the Nomad Splash which he follows with a Body Slam that he transitions into a Reverse DDT. He makes the cover.
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Lavender just manages to push Cade off her. Cade lifts Lavender to her feet and into position for a Startling Onslaught but Lavender is able to slide out of it and pushes Cade into the corner before charging at him hitting a Poetry In Motion. Cade staggers out of the corner allowing Lavender to somehow lift him and hit a Butterfly Suplex.
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Everett: Both giving it their all first Cade then Lavender.
Amsler: Cilche I know, but this may come down to who wants and or needs it more.
Both use the ropes to drag themselves to their feet. Cade turns and is immediately scooped up by Lavender looking for a Michinoqu Driver. Cade slips off Lavender's shoulders and onto the ring apron. Cade grabs Lavender and pulls her neck first down onto the top rope as he jumps from the apron to the floor. As Lavender lays on the mat clutching her throat, Cade grabs her ankles and drags her to the corner. Cade applies a ring post Figure Four that has Lavender screaming in pain and Stefan Elliot demanding Cade return to the ring or be counted out. Relenting, Cade releases the hold. Instead of slipping back into the ring, Cade climbs to the top turnbuckle and drops on Lavender with an Attitude Adjustment.
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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall CADE!Cade gets to his feet and the ref raises Cade's arm in victory. Cade then runs to the corner, leaps onto the middle turnbuckle and punches the air with his right hand
Amsler: Lavender gave it everything but in the end Cade got one opening on the ring apron . He took advantage of that and that's what gave him the win here tonight.
Everett: I hope Lavender's OK. Can I go give her mouth to mouth?
Amsler: I wouldn't. She opens her eyes and sees you hovering over, you'd scare her to death. Much like Everett here, don't you go anywhere as we have the opening match of the G1 coming right up.
Camera cuts to ...
The camera zooms into a 1969 Chevy Nova SS, as it slowly parks into a parking space at the arena. As the car parks taking up mostly two spots, you can hear the engine rev, as it stays in parks in place. The passenger door swings open as Astonishing Kevin Fisher slowly steps out, he quickly makes his way around the back of the vehicle and to the front of bright red American made muscle car, he opens the door, and Remarkable Mark Keaton steps out, in all his glory. Mark makes his way from the shiny muscle car towards the arena as Kevin Fisher grabs the roller suitcases and follows behind.
Mark Keaton: Ah! Brand new car, brand new show! It's nice to be home on the good brand, eh Fisher? I totally need a win tonight to celebrate my new rig. You see the way the chicks were lookin at me when I turned into the parking lot? This is going to be a great night, dude.
As Mark and Kevin make there way from the camera and into the arena, an old Blue Honda Civic pulls up towards the Chevy Nova, and tries to fit in the near by parking spot, but fails to fit into the spot. He angrily pulls up and parks his car in the middle of parking lot, he gets out. We can see that its Noah Hartt. He walks over to the muscle car and see’s the license plate reading Keaton, and squeezes his fist.
Noah Hartt: What the fuck is this tool’s problem?
Noah kicks the bumper of the car with his converse sneaker, and makes the way back to the Civic, as he opens up the truck of the car, and pulls out a wooden baseball bat. He walks over to the car with the baseball bat over his shoulder, as he takes a swing at one of the rear tail lights with the bat. The red glass from the taillight shatters all over the parking space.
Noah Hartt: Hope this asshole learns to park next time.
MATCH #3
»G1 BLOCK 2 MATCH«
Mark Keaton
Vs Nerumi Tsutsumi
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»G1 BLOCK 2 MATCH«
Mark Keaton
Vs Nerumi Tsutsumi
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Everett: It's finally here! The G1!
Amsler: A reminder that these matches will award two points to winners, one if there's a draw and the big bagel for a loss
Everett: Both here making their Prime debuts and either one could be the Indy Champion by the end of this.
Amsler: There's a lot on the line here so let's head to the ring
Reid: The following match is part of the G1 and is set for one fall. Joining us first, Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 115 pounds, from Shinjuku Japan.......she is the Onihime……..Narumi Tsutsumi!!!!!!
Stage spotlights shine down in the dark as "The Baddest" by Raon Lee begins to play with the oni princess skipping onto the scene in a pink oni mask. Narumi waves at the fans as the spotlight follows her. As she makes her to the ring apron, she turns to the camera to take off her mask and blows a kiss as the lights turn back on in the arena. She enters the ring to skip around and wave at the crowd.
Reid:The opponent, from Toronto Ontario Canada, coming to the ring accompanied by his manager, Astonishing Kevin Fisher..weighing in at 229 pounds, Remarkable Maaaaaark Keeeeeatoooon!!
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Mark Keaton walks out on to the stage, he's wearing a thick, black leather jacket with studs and sunglasses. Mark is smoking a cigarette and sneering. He stops his swagger at the top of the ramp to play some excellent air guitar for a moment. Astonishing Kevin Fisher walks out behind him, he gives Mark a tap on the back of the shoulder. Mark does one final riff then makes a throwing motion, tossing his air guitar into the crowds. He removes his cigarette and flicks it at the camera, he starts walking to the ring while banging his head to his entrance music. He removes his sunglasses and jacket then runs, he slides in the ring then runs to the top turnbuckle. He's yelling at the crowds now and flexing his biceps. He jumps down then runs to another turnbuckle, this time he flexes his chest and points to his abs.
DING DING DING
Narumi charges at Keaton looking to hit a Superman Punch but Keaton catches Narumi in mid air and drives her to the mat with a Uranage. On the mat, Keaton attempts a Waist Lock but Narumi is able to wriggle out of it and back onto her feet. Narumi catches Keaton in the ribs with a Roundhouse Kick before lashing out with Forearm Smashes. An attempted Irish Whip is countered when Keaton pulls Narumi into a Short Arm Clothesline. Keaton drags Narumi to her feet and hits a side Back Breaker dropping her onto his right knee before once again lifting to her feet and Irish Whipping Narumi into the corner. He charges but Narumi blocks it with a raised boot that catches Keaton in the jaw before slipping to the middle turnbuckle, diving off it and hitting Keaton with a Bulldog.
Keaton lifts himself to his feet but is sent back to the canvas as a result of a Fameasser. Narumi climbs to the top turnbuckle and dives off attempting what looks like a Diving Elbow but instead eats a raised boot from Keaton who quickly gets to his feet and blasts Narumi with a Clothesline. Keaton lifts Narumi looking for a Piledriver but Narumi pulls Keaton's legs from under him sending him crashing to the canvas before leaping in the air and crashing down on Keaton with a Legdrop.
Everett: A good start here from both.
Amsler: Neither one holding back but then there's a lot at stake here, nobody in this tournament can afford to hold back.
Both get to their feet and Keaton has to quickly duck a right hand. Keaton has to duck a Roundhouse Kick as well before running off the ropes. He should have ducked again but instead walked into a Onigokko that knocks him down. Narumi kneels following the move before diving on top for the cover.
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Keaton just gets a shoulder up in time. Both get to their feet. Narumi again attempts a roundhouse kick. Keaton catches it, spins Narumi around and knocks her down with a Walking Big Boot. He makes the cover.
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Narumi barely gets a shoulder up as Keaton rolls out of the ring.
Everett: Both coming close here. Those points could be really valuable and both want them bad.
Keaton grabs the headset from Everett
Keaton: Looking good baby yeah! This is too easy. I'll be done and in the locker room in mere minutes.
Amsler: What are you doing here? Get back in the ring! The points will go to Narumi if your dumb ass gets counted out.
Keaton: Shit, yeah!
Keaton throws down the headset and runs sliding into the ring. He stands up and walks right into a Master Sword that knocks him down. Narumi makes the cover
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Keaton just manages to break the count by rolling onto his side. Keaton uses the ropes to drag himself to his feet but all this does is give Narumi space to attempt a Paymon. Somehow, Keaton is able to counter it with a Spinebuster. This allows Keaton the time to hit an Air Guitar Leg Drop
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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall "REMARKABLE" MARK KEATON!Keaton gets to his feet and celebrates his win by, what else?, air guitar playing stopping only for the ref to raise Keaton's hand in victory.
Everett: Nerumi Tsutsumi gave it everything she had and yet somehow, and I do mean somehow, wannabe commentator Mark Keaton was able to get the win and the two points.
Amsler: What else can I say, the man is truly remarkable!
Everett: Oh for fu.. I need a break. Join us in a moment when the G1 continues this time with Jamie Love versus Kendrick Kross!
Camera cuts to ...
As the crowd are settling a little the X-Tron blasts back into life this time showing the outside of the Candy Arena. The fans remain confused by these interruptions and don’t know how to react as the camera pans down onto the entrance of the arena and some of the fans milling around outside waiting to grab a selfie or two after the show. In the distance we see the black sedan from earlier turn onto the approach to the arena, the Union Jack flag mounted on the front blowing in the wind. The car pulls up at the entrance and the back window winds down. We don't get to see who's inside but those waiting for the after-show selfies do and they're lost for words as their jaws drop. The sedan pulls off again heading around to the back of the arena...
Everett: Folks we still have no idea what this car that keeps appearing is, but it’s right outside!
Amsler: I just… who is it?!
MATCH #4
»G1 BLOCK 1 MATCH«
Jamie Love
Vs Kendrick Kross
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»G1 BLOCK 1 MATCH«
Jamie Love
Vs Kendrick Kross
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Everett: This promises to be a short match. Jamie Love versus Kendrick Kross
Amsler: Is this a height thing? As with the last match, two points go to the winner here, one for a draw and a big nothing for a loss.
Everett: I still say he's a little shit.
Amsler: You're a little shit! No, a big shit. No, you're shit! No you're... I have to be professional. Sorry. Sorry. Let's just call the match.
Reid: The following match is part of the G1 and is set for one fall. Joining us first, hailing from South Los Angeles, weighing in at 120 pounds. He is the Love Child ... JAMIE LOVE!
As the music waits to play Jamie steps out onto the stage with Lorenzo and Maria off to the side. As Jamie stands there he touches his wrists together in the shape of an X. As the music starts the name Love comes down from the ceiling in giant spinning pyro as more pyro ignites on both sides of the ramp and follows him as he walks down to the ring. The fans boo Jamie as he walks silently to the ring with both Maria and Lorenzo at his side. Once he gets to the ring he stands in the corner and listens to some last minute advice from his best friend and his manager.
It Goes A One Two Three are the lyrics that start the song off as the arena goes dark. The next line starts as a white spotlight turns on and shines down on Kendrick who is standing there with his black jeans and black and white Kross T-Shirt and leather jacket. Kendrick walks down, the spotlight gone with the arena lights red and others flashing silver.
Reid: And the opponent, from Chelsea London, weighing at 215 Pounds....Kendrick KROSS!
Kendrick slowly continues his descent down the ramp ignoring any fans that try to touch him. He just shakes his head at signs that read 'Kendrick Sucks' and other various signs. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and stops as he lets a small smirk out and he takes a breath. He closes his eyes before opening them and walking forward taking a left towards the steps. He hops over the top rope and onto the second turnbuckle looking out into the crowd before jumping down and walking to his corner.
DING DING DING
Both stand in the centre of the ring. Kross puts up his dukes to indicate he's ready for a fight. Love raises his own damaged hands. Kross laughs at them but gets kicked in the shin as a result. Love hits Kross with a series of Forearms before sending Kross off the ropes. Love attempts a Superkick on Kross' return but Kross spins Love around and knocks him to the mat with a Clothesline. Kross hits Love with Forearms across the shoulder blades before dropping Love to the canvas with a Snap Suplex. Love sits up so Kross runs at him looking to kick Love in the face. Love lays back just in time sending Kross off the ropes. Love quickly kips up to his feet and this time catches Kross with a Superkick that knocks Kross down. Love runs at the fallen Kross hitting a Senton but Kross quickly rolls him up in a Crucifix
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Love is able to roll out of the pin attempt before running at Kross. Kross tries to counter with a Pop-up Powerbomb but Love counters the counter hitting Kross with a Dropkick.
Everett: For a short guy he doesn't half move fast. Could be his low center of gravity.
Amsler: This almost was a short match, no pun intended, as Love got complacent with that Senton and Kross almost made him pay for it. We've said it many times tonight alone: you can not afford to slip up in the G1.
Both get to their feet and Kross punches Love hard in the ribs before shoving him into the corner where Kross follows up his attack with right hands and a back elbow to Love's face. Kross runs at Love for a clothesline but Love slips out of the corner with Kross only just stopping in time. Love runs off the ropes and at Kross who catches Love with a Pele Kick. He makes a cover.
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Love just gets a shoulder up but lays it back down as Kross climbs the turnbuckles. Kross leaps off looking for a Post Mortem. At the last second, Love rolls out of the way. As the shockwave goes through Kross, Love catches him with a Poisonrana. He makes the cover.
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Kross just manages to roll onto his side.
Everett: Both men almost getting the win here. How did that happen? He's tiny!
Amsler: He was the number one contender to the Indy Title at Wrestle Fest. You do remember Wrestle Fest?
Both men get to their feet before Love drops Kross with a DDT but before he can make the cover, Kross instinctively rolls over. Both again drag themselves to their feet where Love pokes Kross in the eye. While this hurts Kross, it hurts Love's hand more. As he clutches his hand in pain, Kross lifts Love for a German Suplex but Love is able to backflip out of hit and Kross with a Spinning Heel Kick. As Kross slowly picks himself up from the canvas, Love grabs him in a Love Attachment. Kross rolls and thrashes around tying to break the hold. Kross desparately tries to reach any rope or even referee Jessika Smalls. In the end, Kross has no choice, he taps.
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Reid: And your winner, via submission JAMIE LOVE!Love leaps up and down bouncing around the ring as the referee attempts to catch him. She finally stops him raising his hand in victory which gives Love pain. Love pulls his hand away and rolls out of the ring and bounces up the isle
Amsler: Bouncing around more like a bunny Love than Jamie Love but a win is a win. Kendrick Kross came close on a few occasions though but on this night it wasn't meant to be.
Everett: Yeah, say what you will about the tiny toon. Even though he managed to do himself more damage with an offencive move, he grabbed Kross with an Elmyra Duff like grip and there was no escaping.
Amsler: A big result here with two important points going to Jamie Love but we have an even bigger match with two points AND the EWC slash Prime TV Title on the line and it's up next!
Camera cuts to ...
From the backstage area of the Candy Arena, Faith Rivers stands before the camera already dressed in her ring attire. She was holding a small box for what looks like an engagement ring, but when she opens it up, it’s a pair of heart-shaped gold earrings with her birthstone in the middle.
Faith: Betcha all thought it was something else.
She chuckles.
Faith: But AC and I aren’t quite ready for that yet.
She still seems pleased with the Valentine’s Day gift.
Faith: As happy as I was to get these, I have plans to acquire some more gold before the night’s over. This time for my waist.
She snaps the jewelry box shut
Faith: Hope you’re ready for a fight, Jarvis. Because I have every intention of bringing the Television Championship back to the Faithful Army tonight!
With that, Faith walks off as cameras switch to...
MATCH #5
»G1 BLOCK 2 MATCH FOR THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP«
Faith Rivers
Vs Victor Jarvis
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»G1 BLOCK 2 MATCH FOR THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP«
Faith Rivers
Vs Victor Jarvis
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Everett: Well it's Shotime folks
Amsler: You're going to do this every week aren't you? But yes, we are at the serious end of tonight's G1. Two points await the winner of our next match, Faith Rivers versus Victor Jarvis but Victor's shiny and new Prime TV Title will be on the line as well
Everett: You know win or lose they're both going to be feeling blue at the end of this? Loser will be feeling blue because of the loss. winner will be feeling the blue title in their hand.
Amsler: Getting them all out your system now, good.
Everett: It's not me! I'm just reading some of the Twitter comments
Amsler: Oh dear god! You, reading.
Reid: The following match, set for one fall, is part of the G1 and is for the Prime Television Championship
As "Legendary" by Skillet begins to play, the opening lyrics can be heard throughout the arena.
Legendary
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Legendary
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Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh!
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
By now, Faith Rivers has made her way out from the back and is pumping up the crowd to her song as she makes her way down the aisle.
Reid: Making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida... give it up for ... FAAAITH RIIIVERSSS!
After sliding in under the bottom rope, Faith gets to her feet and continues to work the crowd as she walks to the center of the ring where she holds each of her arms out to the side and spins in a circle. As she does this, pyros go off in each corner. From there, Faith retreats to her side of the ring and waits for the match to begin.
"22 Nights" by ADRIMAN hits the arena speakers as the lights start pulsing gold and white. Spotlights shine across the crowd as a geared-up Victor Jarvis makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp from the backstage area. The new Prime TV title hoisted on his shoulder, it shimmers brilliantly in the light every time Jarvis takes a step. The crowd cheers loudly as Jarvis raises his other arm in appreciation to the crowd.
Reid: From Pasadena, California... weighing in at 225 pounds... he is the EWC Prime Television Champion... VICTOR JARVIS!
Jarvis begins to walk down the entrance ramp, exchanging handshakes and fist bumps with a few fans along the barricades. When he is nearing ringside, Jarvis breaks into a run and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He then stands up and retreats to his own corner of the ring, handing the title to a nearby stagehand as he waits for the match to commence.
DING DING DING
Faith charges knocking down Jarvis with a Spear. She pulls Jarvis to his feet and hits two Forearm Smashes before sending Jarvis off the ropes. Faith tries to end things quickly with a Halo but Jarvis ducks it before taking Faith down with a running Lariat. Jarvis lifts Faith to her feet, sends her off the ropes and hits a Back Body Drop followed by a quick Elbow Drop. Jarvis picks Faith up again and this time dumps her into the corner before stepping back and charging at her. He hits nothing but the sole of her feet with his face as Faith raises them to block. Faith follows by lifting herself to the middle turnbuckle hitting Jarvis with a Tornado DDT.
Faith lifts Jarvis to his feet but he pulls Faith's leg from under her sending her crashing to the canvas. Jarvis then erm...mounts Faith and unloads with punches before she manages to pull him forward and monkey flip Jarvis onto his back. Faith flips to her feet, one on either side of Jarvis' torso before Dropkicking him in the face. Jarvis stumbles into the corner while making sure his nose is still part of his face. Fath tries to take advantage of this with a Handspring Elbow but hits nothing but turnbuckle as Jarvis moves at the last second before knocking Faith down with a Superman Punch.
Everett: That looked a sore one but it shows that both are willing to go that extra mile to be the Shotime Champion.
Amsler: That it does.
Faith is bleeding slightly from the corner of her left eye as she gets back to her feet. What doesn't help her is the left jab she receives from Jarvis that staggers her. Jarvis pulls her toward him looking for a Short Arm Lariat but Faith ducks it, however she does eat a Back Elbow before Jarvis whips her into the corner. He charges at Faith hitting a Step Up High Knee but Faith again ducks out of a Short Arm Lariat before knocking Jarvis Down with The Halo. She covers him.
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Jarvis just manages to roll over breaking the count. Faith lifts him to his feet and tries to apply what looks like a single underhook DDT but it's countered when Jarvis Back Drops Faith but Faith manages to spin in mid air and land on her feet. Faith runs off the ropes at Jarvis who catches her with a Spinning Spinebuster. He makes the cover.
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Faith gets an arm in the air to break the count.
Everett: Very close to a defence there!
Amsler: Still fight in Faith. This could go either way
Jarvis grabs Faith's raised arm and holds it down as he gets to his feet. Jarvis stomps on the arm, on her side, her thigh, her shin. Jarvis works his way all around Faith with Gavin stomps ending at her face. He makes a cover.
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Faith gets a shoulder up and rolls onto her stomach. Jarvis lifts Faith to position for a Powerbomb. Jarvis lifts Faith but she slips out and catches him in the gut with a Superkick before Irish Whipping Jarvis into the corner. Faith runs, springs and hits Jarvis with a Handspring Elbow before grabbing him and running out of the corner hitting Jarvis with a Faithful.
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Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and the NEW EWC Prime Television Champion, FAITH RIVERS!Faith gets to her feet as the referee hands her the title and holds her hand in the air. Faith looks at the title for a moment before wiping sweat, tears and hair from her face. She holds the title high in the air and unleashes a scream of victory.
Amsler: That is a big big win for Faith. Jarvis came close to defending on a few occasions but in the end we have a new champion here tonight.
Everett: That's a hell of a scream. Wonder if she does that anywhere else?
Amsler: You really are sex obsessed. You know that? Speaking of, up next we have Dio as he goes one on one with Indy Champion, Jordan Sharpe. The big one is up next!
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Dio stands in his locker room, devoid of championship gold for now… and the only thing out of the ordinary in the room is the ‘Sharpie’ award that has finally made its way to Dio’s possession. There is a knock on the door, and Dio raises an eyebrow before he pulls the door open and is caught off guard by the person on the other side.
Dio: Iggy?
Standing outside his locker room is Lady Stardust herself. Wearing a pair of jeans, tshirt, and leather jacket, the Rampage Superstar smiles. In her hand is her trademark Piña Colada.
Iggy: Dio! I was just in the neighborhood and thought I would stop by, I hope you don’t mind.
Dio shakes his head, not bothered by the sudden guest before he steps aside and motions her into the locker room. Iggy takes a seat on a nearby stool. She pulls out some chocolate and begins to eat it before she smiles and laughs.
Dio: Apologies for the lack of fanfare for a rockstar. Generally the Indy guys don't get individual locker rooms since the venues are so small but being in the main event tonight has its perks I suppose. Certainly not what you’re used to with America’s Most Hated.
Iggy looks around the room and smiles.
Iggy: Ah, its not bad at all honestly.
Dio: I saw your last match. I was a bit worried you might have gotten injured. It's good to see you aren’t. You’ll bounce back, I’m sure. You looked too good out there not to.
Iggy: Dio, are you trying to woo me by speaking sweet nothings to me just because I enjoy sweet things? It's very sweet but naive. I’m sorry, but I'm just not that kind of woman.
Iggy laughs at the confused look on Dio’s face.
Iggy: Good luck tonight in your match by the way. Don’t let that Indy title slip through your fingers, otherwise you might just end up going home with just that Sharpie award you are proudly displaying.
Dio: Yea, it’s weird. I knew I was nominated for rookie of the year but this one was uhm…. Unexpected. Glad to know I’m getting noticed though I suppose?
Iggy: After you win tonight maybe you can show me what that award was all about,
Trying not to laugh, she winks at Dio. He seems a little perplexed and shrugs, gesturing toward the Sharpie on the table.
Dio: I mean, have at it while I'm out there. I don't really fancy eggplant so...
As Dio heads toward the door with his match quickly approaching, Iggy calls out.
Iggy: Hey mister warrior poet. Catch!
Iggy tosses a piece of chocolate Dio’s direction, and he plucks it out of the air with a half smirk.
Dio: With you in my corner Lady Stardust… I can’t lose tonight.
With that, he stashes the chocolate into the pocket of his leather jacket and heads out the locker room door, leaving Iggy alone as she looks from the closing door to the Sharpie award.
Iggy: Seriously…. How does he not see it?
She sighs, turning her attention from the award to the monitor that shows the match between Faith Rivers and Victor Jarvis coming to an end.
The fans are mixing chants of “PRIME! PRIME! PRIME!” and “G1’s AWESOME!” when all of a sudden Thomas Arne’s patriotic “Rule Britannia” hits the speakers. The sound of violins and drums floods the Candy Arena and the Italian fans watch on. Having not heard this at an EWC show the crowd look confused and don’t quite know how to react as red, white, and blue lights pan around and a Union Jack image displays on the X-Tron…
Amsler: Well we’ve got to presume this is whoever was on their way to the arena, but who is it?
Everett: Prime is quickly becoming the place to be in the EWC and it looks like we’re about to meet a brand new EWC wrestler!
When Britain first, at heaven’s command,
Arose from out the azure main,
(Arose, arose, from out the azure main)
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian angels sang this strain…
From the side of the stage the black sedan pulls across with the Union Jack waving at the front. The fans give a slight cheer for the excitement of seeing someone new as the music continues.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Slowly the car pulls to a stop in the middle of the stage with its rear door positioned at the top of the ramp. The chauffeur steps out and looks at the crowd as he approaches the door.
Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves!
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Slowly the music fades to a close as the crowd are on their feet craning for a look the car. The door pulls open and a black leather boot hits the stage floor and immediately the crowd descends into some of the loudest boos Prime has ever heard…
Amsler: IS THAT A LOUBOUTIN BOOT?!
Everett: IT CAN’T BE! HE WAS FIRED!!!
The car’s occupant steps out to even louder heat from the crowd as Madonna’s “Iconic” blasts over the speakers…
Amsler: IT’S HIM! SCORPIO IS HERE ON PRIME!
Everett: WHAT THE HELL?!
Yes that’s right folks “The S-Factor” Scorpio is stood on the EWC Prime stage a mere two months after losing President vs. President and being fired by President Mac at WrestleFest XVIII. He has a determined and smug expression on his face as he holds his head up high. His platinum blonde hair is slicked back and he is wearing a sleek black Chanel suit with those signature Louboutin heeled wrestling boots. He licks his ruby red lips as he strolls down the ramp ignoring the boos from the fans either side of the ramp.
Everett: This is the man who had the most wins in Season 21, was voted the Rampage Wrestler of The Year, wrestled the Match of The Year and was part of the Feud of The Year for the second year running, and was voted the Most Hated Wrestler of The Year. He curb-stomped the first lady of the EWC onto a concrete parking lot floor, he held the Undisputed and United States Championships at the same time, he’s the fourth longest-reigning Undisputed Champion in history, and his career was left in shreds after Mac pinned him at WrestleFest in that winner takes all Career vs. Career contest…
Amsler: Wow I think you may have just spoiled half of whatever Scorpio was going to say; you know his favourite topic is listing his achievements!
A few pieces of trash and containers of popcorn are thrown Scorpio’s way as he reaches the ring and climbs the steel stairs before dipping between the ropes. He calls for a microphone as the music fades down and he stands in the middle of the Prime ring.
Scorpio: The reports of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
Once again the crowd descend into boos as a sick and twisted grin spreads over Scorpio’s face. He stares out at the fans before running a hand through his platinum blonde hair.
Scorpio: I saw you all at WrestleFest with those elated smiles and those huge cheers. You were so fucking excited, weren’t you? Ding dong the witch is dead, you can get on with Season 22 free of the 46th President of The United States. I saw the sheer joy in Danny Mac’s eyes as I was dragged from the arena, gone from the EWC forever, fired in front of the whole world. The big bad wolf was dead. The biggest threat to his leadership was finally gone. The EWC could finally breathe easy… except… Daniel forgot one key thing.
He smirks that knowing smile as if he’s trumped the whole company.
Scorpio: This place. See Prime might be the home of the independent gutter trash, but Mac forgot they were independent. I may have been fired from the EWC but legally that bears absolutely no relevance to my ability to wrestle on Prime as my own man free of the constraints of Daniel’s dictatorship. Evans and Kushnir are hardly the most intelligent of general managers but even they can see it would be frankly idiotic to pass up the chance to host the most successful, most controversial, most lucrative wrestler in EWC history… so that’s right folks… on Season 22 Sunday Night Prime is finally going to be fabulous!
The fans boo loudly as Scorpio holds both hands out with his bright white teeth displayed in a shit-eating grin.
Amsler: These fans certainly aren’t pleased to hear that, but Scorpio is one of the best of all time in the EWC, that’s a hell of a signing for Prime.
Everett: He might be one of the best of all time but he put his damn career up at WrestleFest and he lost, he is spitting in the face of honour and tradition by going back on that.
Amsler: Since when were honour and tradition in Scorpio’s vocabulary?!
He brings the microphone back to his mouth as he begins to pace, the Louboutin heels making a loud click as they connect with the mat.
Scorpio: Now I know what you’re all thinking: ‘thank god some actual talent on Prime’, ‘can we add him to the Indy Championship match?’, and ‘where does this leave the 46th Presidency’?. Well to answer your burning questions darlings: I entirely agree and I’m all too happy to save you from the dregs that are Tommy Love’s creepy incest child and the frankly banal performances Faith Rivers has been phoning in for two years now; don’t worry I’ll be more than happy to rip both the Indy and TV Championships from the hands of whichever useless fucks are holding them at the earliest opportunity; and why would I lead the constantly burning dumpster fire that is the United States of America when my true home has been shining bright and glorious ready for me to take charge?
From within the inside pocket of his suit jacket he pulls a Union Jack flag and drapes it over one shoulder, smiling with pride.
Scorpio: I tried valiantly to represent the USA and they threw my efforts back in my face, choosing instead to side with the bald prick and his disgusting approach to leadership in the EWC. Fine. Whatever. I spit on The Star-Spangled Banner, drive my heel into the Declaration of Independence, and wipe my arse with the Constitution. Let that place burn. Since 1776 an island in Europe has grown and developed free of the constraints of the nation of idiots across the pond and I am proud to be on Prime as its representative. You see my leadership in the EWC is still something you all so desperately need but I won’t be doing it as the 46th President of The United States. Oh no, this time round I’m something far more classy baby…
He gestures towards the X-Tron as it bursts into life displaying…
Scorpio’s grin is as wide as possible as the fans boo. Chants of “BORIS JOHNSON!” and “MARGARET THATCHER!” break out as the Prime crowd show Scorpio which UK Prime Ministers they feel are better than him. Scorpio doesn’t seem to hear them as he raises his microphone.
Scorpio: You can boo me all you like, you can make up your stupid chants to try and get under my skin, it's not going to work. My fight with Daniel Mac is done. He may have cheated by psychologically breaking me down over an 18 month period, he may have pulled strings to strip me of my hard-won championships, and it may have required half the EWC roster to interfere on his behalf, but the records claim he won our WrestleFest match and nothing I say or do will change that. But what I started as one man has inspired a movement. There are wrestlers all over this company whose eyes have been opened to the crooked leadership of the EWC and they are rising up. I started a tsunami that's going to wash over the EWC and drown the rats in charge... and I couldn't be prouder.
The Prime Minister's face has that pride written all over it.
Scorpio: But for now ladies, gentleman, and everyone in between… from Downing Street to the Prime ring… I am back and I am taking no prisoners this time round. Pour moi Season 22 is about new horizons and as your Prime Minister I promise to elevate this dog-shit brand into the limelight. To every single one of you in the back watching with your mouths agape stunned for words… the bitch is back and you’re all on notice.
He smirks and goes to leave the ring before he stops himself apparently remembering something. His eyes narrow as he stares into the camera filming his every movement.
Scorpio: Oh, and Jordan Sharpe, I know you’re watching darling… Season 21 Wrestler of The Year?! Don’t make me fucking laugh. You and I both know that was rigged against me. I held the Undisputed Championship for three times longer than you, I defended it unlike you, and I only lost it because of a convoluted tournament specifically designed to rob me of it while you shat the bed and handed it straight to the mad man in shit make-up like it was a game of pass the parcel. Jordan I’ll be straight with you sweetie – I don’t like you, I don’t like your attitude, and I don’t like the fact you overshadowed my achievements by accidentally ending up in a position of power through no skill of your own. I’m going to be breathing down your neck now I’m on Prime and at some point this year I’m going to tear your fucking world apart.
The Prime Minister tosses the microphone aside as “Iconic” hits the speakers once again. Scorpio climbs from the ring and struts up the ramp before climbing into the waiting sedan on the stage. He gives the Prime arena one last look before his chauffeur shuts the door behind him. As the car pulls off out of the arena the crowd are still booing and are now chanting “NAH NAH NAH NAH, NAH NAH NAH NAH, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!” to remind the S-Factor of his final moments at WrestleFest.
Everett: Well… what a moment… Scorpio is on Prime for Season 22 as an independent competitor and he’s got Jordan Sharpe in his sights!
Amsler: The former 46th President of The United States is now styling himself as The Prime Minister. Micah I’ve got no idea what this means or if he’s even legally allowed to be here, but I for one cannot wait to see what Sunday Night Prime looks like with Scorpio as a member of the roster!
Everett: Well he’s promised us a fabulous Season 22 and Scorpio has also laid claim to some Prime gold… we’ll have to see how that pans out for him… but if he’s got the Indy Championship in mind will it be Jordan Freakin’ Sharpe or Dio as the champion after tonight? Stay tuned to find out!
»G1 BLOCK 1 MATCH«
FOR THE INDY TITLE
DIO
Vs JORDAN SHARPE
Everett: Ladies and gentlemen we're at that point where I may have to take the lead on the commentary. It's Dio versus Jordan Sharpe. It's part of the G1. It's for the Indy Title. This is the main event of the evening and it's going to be a big one.
Amsler: Damn straight he is, er, it is.
Everett: Calls me obsessesd when Nevaeh was here and is now drooling on the table. You start buzzing, I'm leaving,
Amsler: Can I have that in writing?
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.
Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt. Accompanied by Carley California, 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 people he thinks are cool beans. 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.
The lights dim in the arena until the ring alone is in a spotlight
Reid: The following match, scheduled for one fall, is part of the G1 and it is for The Indy Championship! Introducing first, in the corner to my right, residing in Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 205 pounds, he is the challenger... DIO!!
Dio nods at the crowd
Reid: His opponent, accompanied by Carley California, residing in New Brunswick, Canada and weighing in tonight at 230 pounds the defending Indy Champion ...JORDAN FREAKIN' SHARPE!!
Jordan looks out to the crowd and holds up his Indy Title. The lights go back to normal.
DING DING DING
Jordan goes for a Collar and Elbow but Dio ducks it and applies a waist lock. Jordan quickly moves to the ropes and thrusts backwards sending Dio rolling. Jordan charges with a Clothesline. Again Dio ducks. This time Dio fires at Jordan with a series of Right hands that send Jordan back into the corner. Dio Irish Whips Jordan into the opposite corner. Dio runs at Jordan and leaps looking for a Dropkick but Jordan moves at the last second forcing Dio to land on the middle turnbuckle. He leaps at Jordan for a Cross Body but Jordan blocks it hitting Dio with a Forearm. Jordan lifts Dio up and sends him off the ropes before hitting what can best be described as a Pop-up Falaway Slam. Dio get back to his feet and Jordan goes to grab Dio but Dio slips out of his grasp and hits Jordan with a jumping Enziguri to the left shoulder. Dio Irish Whips Jordan but reverses it by pulling back on Jordan's left arm and driving it, shoulder first, into the canvas. With Jordan down, Dio takes Jordan's arm and Ledrops it. Jordan clutches his arm as the referee asks if he can continue. Dio grabs Jordan and drops him to the mat with an STO. Dio runs off the ropes and attempts a low dropkick to Jordan's skull but Jordan moves and Dio hits nothing but canvas. Jordan attacks with an Elbow that staggers Dio into the corner where Jordan unloads with knees and elbows while the referee tries to get them out of the corner. Jordan catches Dio in the side of the head with an Elbow that staggers Dio allowing him to be Back Dropped by Jordan. He then sends Dio off the ropes before catching Dio in the head with a high Roundhouse Kick. Dio doesn't go down so Jordan lifts him for a German Suplex. Dio rolls out of it and runs off the ropes hitting Jordan with a Slingblade. Jordan staggers into the corner where Dio again charges at him. This time Jordan steps out of the corner grabbing Dio and throwing him at the corner. Dio comes out of the corner with force and Clotheslines Jordan. He runs off the ropes again but Jordan is on his feet and manages to scoop Dio for what looks like a Tombstone but Jordan drops Dio, spine first, on the canvas.
Amsler: Jordan and Dio both hard and heavy tonight. Hm...hard.
Everett: Please don't make me the one that has to take charge.
Amsler: He can take charge of.... I mean... both men wanting those two points and the Indy Title and both men willing to fight tooth and nail for them.
Everett: Thank the wrestling gods, I think you're back with us.
Both men stagger to their feet and Jordan rocks Dio with a European Uppercutt. Jordan attempts a Roundhouse Kick but Dio blocks it by catching Jordan's leg before Slingshotting Jordan into the corner. Again Dio charges at Jordan and again it is thwarted this time by a Snake Eyes on the top rope. This time Dio is in the corner. This time Jordan charges. Jordan hits Dio with The Freakin' Boot. Dio drops to the mat and Jordan makes a cover
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Both men stagger to their feet and Jordan rocks Dio with a European Uppercutt. Jordan attempts a Roundhouse Kick but Dio blocks it by catching Jordan's leg before Slingshotting Jordan into the corner. Again Dio charges at Jordan and again it is thwarted this time by a Snake Eyes on the top rope. Jordan attempts a Clothesline but Dio ducks it, kicks Jordan in the gut and hits a Tranquility. Dio makes the cover.
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Dio wipes sweat from his face and flicks it at Jordan. Dio gets to his feet dragging Jordan with him. Dio lifts Jordan for a Suplex but Jordan is able to slip out of it and lands behind Dio. The opportunity is there and Jordan wastes no time in taking it. Jordan connects with a Sharpeknife. He rolls Dio over.
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Dio just, and I mean JUST manages to get a shoulder up off the canvas in time. Both men slowly get back to thier feet. Dio fires a right hand at Jordan but Jordan ducks. Dio hits nothing but air, his momentum causing him to pirouette pirouette which gives Jordan opportunity to hit a second Sharpeknife. Dio is down. He rolls over onto his stomach. Jordan is down as well. He lies face down spent from the match the referee starts to count
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Reid: Ladies referee, and gentlemen. The referee, Niklaus Forbes, as counted both men down and declared this match ... A DRAW!!!!
Everett: What a moment, what a night! A Draw! This really has opened up this block.
Amsler: Dio gave everything he could, even kicking out of a Sharpeknife. The Champion giving all he could to until both men could no longer stand forcing the referee to declare a draw
Everett: I still say if Dominic Sanders was still around he'd be top of his block by now?
Amsler: Are you STILL on him? So as I head off in the hope of finding what ever nightspot or hotel room Dio choses to rest in, all that is left here for me to say is: Goodnight from the Candy Arena in Monza and join us next time on Prime
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
STITCHES
PRIME
CADE
JORDAN SHARPE
SCORPIO
MARK KEATON/NOAH HART
SCORPIO
FAITH RIVERS
DIO/IGGY SWANGO
SCORPIO
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MATCHES WRITTEN BY PRIME
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH
Nevaeh Vs King Flip
WINNER: Nevaeh
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SINGLES MATCH TYPE
Cade Vs Lavender
WINNER: Cade
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G1 BLOCK 2 MATCH
Mark Keaton Vs Nerumi Tsutsumi
WINNER: Mark Keaton
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G1 BLOCK 1 MATCH
Jamie Love Vs Kendrick Kross
WINNER: Jamie Love
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G1 BLOCK 2 MATCH / PRIME TELEVISION TITLE
Faith Rivers Vs Victor Jarvis (c)
WINNER: Faith Rivers (NEW PRIME Television Champion)
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G1 BLOCK 1 MATCH / INDY TITLE
Dio Vs Jordan Sharpe (c)
WINNER: DRAW
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Jordan Sharpe/ Dio
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dio Vs Jordan Sharpe
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