PRIME #101 - RALEIGH
Oct 2, 2022 18:18:31 GMT -6
Narumi Tsutsumi, "Headhuntress" Aiya, and 1 more like this
Post by PRIME on Oct 2, 2022 18:18:31 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #101
OCTOBER 2ND 2022
LIVE! from the Dorton Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina
PRIME
EPISODE #101
OCTOBER 2ND 2022
LIVE! from the Dorton Arena in Raleigh, North Carolina
EWC PRIME
General Manager: Victor Price
Commentators: Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Other Referees: Stefan Elliot & Jessika Smalls
Backstage Interviewer: Jenna Salvatore
While 'Howlin' For You' by The Black Keys blares over the loudspeakers at every location, a multi colored lightshow lights up the sky in a display that gets the fans screaming the EWC PRIME namesake. 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. Dalilah Ashe, "Headhuntress" Aiya, 'The S-Factor' Scorpio, Aeon Khronos, Saidie Sharpe, Amber Lisa Hall, Timothy Deacon, The Omega Commandos, Yoshisharu Kubo, The Low Down Dirty Rats, Shohei, Alyson Cross, Seiren, Bathsheba, Jack Severn, The Heat Packers, The Showtime Broadcast Champion Callie Clark and The Indy Champion Narumi Tsutsumi are all featured.
After one final pan over the crowd, we get some shots of a few of the signs being held up by the fans ..
THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS!!
I'M BATSHIT CRAZY FOR BATHSHEBA
PRIME MINISTER SCORPIO FOREVER
BE MY GOTH GF DALILAH??
KOBRO COMMANDOS GIMME A MISSION!
NARUMI TSUTSUMI RUNS THE INDIES!
The camera centers on ringside at the Dorton Arena, fans stand up, pumping their fists and cheering. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir ..
Evans: Ladies and Gentlemen I'm Marshall Evans, this is my lovely wife Hayley Kushnir, we welcome you back to PRIME! Hot off of the heels of the EWC Rumble, it's time for another night of fantastic indy action and we're excited to bring it to you! Hayley?
Kushnir: This is awesome, Marshall! This arena is 'primed' and ready for some big matches, and I just want to thank everyone again for the amazing PRIME 100 we saw a few weeks ago!
Evans: Hell yes, PRIME 100 was phenomenal, the Rumble was phenomenal, and we've got some great matches here tonight. First things first, we've got a three way dance as Bathsheba returns to action against Duke Commando and the PRIMETIME Briefcase Holder .. s? The Low Down Dirty Rats! The winner of this match is going to get a future Broadcast Championship match, so there's a lot on the line from the get-go! Next up we'll have a big singles match as we'll see Aeon Khronos take on a furious Jack Severn who came this close to being our Indy Champion. After that we're going to see Timothy Deacon go one-on-one with Scorpio, and Scorpio's title of 'Prime Minister' and the necklace that goes with it is up for grabs!
Kushnir: But that's not all, we're going to see the rivalry between The House and Shinijoshi continue after the melee that ensued in our main event last show. The Heat Packers will make their PRIME in-ring debut, taking on Aiya and Megumi. After that we're going to have what I consider a literal dream match as Darna Dare comes to PRIME from Rampage to take on our Indy Champion Narumi Tsutsumi who was ohh so close to winning the EWC Rumble match. We're going to end our night with a title fight as Callie Clark is going to defend that newly won Broadcast Championship against Dalilah Ashe!
Evans: This is a big night here on PRIME as we head towards the season finale! Can you believe it?
Kushnir: What a great season it's been on PRIME, and this episode is going to be no different. It's a big fight feel in the air tonight, I can't wait to see who ends up on top.
Evans: What do you say we get things underway? I can't wait any longer!
Kushnir: Good idea, Marshall, right after we hear about EWC TV!
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We open in on a limo pulling up, as Jenna Salvatore tries to catch up with it.
Jenna: Trying to get a word with The House, as rumours have been stirring they’re going to make a statement on this show. Perhaps I can give you a sneak preview on what it may be…
Dimitri Graves exits the limo.
Jenna: Dimitri, Dimitri, anything to say on behalf of The House?
Dimitri: You really want to know what we have to say? Want to help us send a message to Victor Price?
Jenna: Of course, I-
JENNA IS SUDDENLY ATTACKED FROM BEHIND BY THE HEAT PACKERS AS CALLIE CLARK & JACK SEVERN STROLL IN!
Jack: Get her up!
Jack turns to the camera as the Heat Packers grab Jenna.
Jack: Vic, my man, until you give me my WELL deserved rematch against Narumi Tsutsumi… This is on you. CALLIE, SHOW HIM WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DENY THE HOUSE!
Callie Clark lines her Showtime Championship up… AND BASHES IT AGAINST JENNA’S HEAD! She collapses onto the ground as Callie laughs maniacally.
Jack: HELLOOOOOO RALEIGH, AND WELCOME TO PRIME… THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT!!!
THREE WAY DANCE
Bathsheba
Vs Duke Commando
Vs Low Down Dirty Rats
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
Bathsheba
Vs Duke Commando
Vs Low Down Dirty Rats
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where the fans are ready to get the action underway!
Evans: They cannot just lay their hands on our backstage interviewers!
Reid: I hope Jenna is okay!
The arena goes dark. The ominous opening bars of Stormzy’s Big for your boots plays out across the arena as yellow lights flash across the stage.
As the bass kicks in the yellow lights increase in intensity. Onto the stage jog two small figures. The crowd boo as Rudo and Cajones shout obscenities at them. The two men wander down the ramp, revelling in the loud booing from those in attendance.
Reid: Now entering the ring, weighing in at 213lbs. They hail from Brighton, England. And you can call them... THE LOW DOWN DIRTY RATS!
The Rats slide into the ring gesturing rudely to the audience as yellow pyros explode from the turnbuckles.
Reid: And the opponents, first from Austin, Texas and weighing in at 227 pounds ... DUKE COMMANDO!
The low, muted thumping from the rotor blades of an AH-64 Apache helicopter can be heard, on the Xtron, the helicopter flies towards the screen as the thumping gets louder. The attack chopper rises up out of sight as the thumping is really loud now. A ladder lowers in front of the Xtron, Duke Commando is hanging on with one hand and leg. He touches down on the stage and the ladder retracts. The loud thumping of the helicopter fades off into the distance as Kobro stands at the top of the ramp, staring menacingly at the ring. He slowly looks left and right, watching the fans cheer him. Duke takes one step forward and loud drums start banging with military horns and bass instruments complimenting the drums. He makes his way to the ring, puts his hands on the steel steps then climbs them. He enters the ring then removes his denim vest, showing his impressive physique.
Reid: And, from Babylon and weighing in at 130 pounds ... BATHSHEBA!
As the violin starts the arena plunges into darkness and stays pitch black for the first 40 seconds until the piano starts. When it does a red spotlight shines down shines down on Father Mathias who is cackling with laughter. After another 20 seconds he slams his cane on the stage which causes fire to shoot up from the stage behind him to the left and right. Bathsheba comes crawling out from under the stage and stops when she gets to Father Mathias' feet. Together they go to the ring where Bathsheba slides under the bottom rope where she listens to Father Mathias' last minute instructions.
DING DING DING
Bathsheba runs at The Rats and hits them with a shotgun dropkick sending them bot scurrying to the outside. She turns her attentions to Duke but eats a big boot. Bathsheba gets to her feet as Duke runs off the rope hitting a cross body. Bathsheba gets to her feet but Duke whips her to the corner. Duke runs at her hitting a spinning back elbow. Bathsheba drops to the mat where Duke makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Rudo dives into the ring breaking the cover. Duke gets to his feet and grabs Rudo hitting a bodyslam. Cajones sneaks in behind Duke and backrakes his claws down Duke's back. Duke turns to Cajones who jumps for a hurricanrana. Duke is able to block the move and powerbombs Cajones onto Rudo and they both roll from the ring. Bathsheba grabs Duke hitting a reverse DDT. She hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Cajones pulls Bathsheba out of the ring as Rudo flies in with a headbutt. He hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Duke gets a shoulder up to break the count.
Evans: A big shoulder up! This match continues.
Kushnir: I've heard of ring rats, but these damn things are everywhere.
Rudo climbs to the top turnbuckle. He waits for Duke to get to his feet and leaps for a dropkick. Duke sidesteps and Rudo smacks onto the mat. Duke grabs him an tosses Rudo out of the ring. Cajones runs into the ring but is backdropped over the top rope and crashes onto Rudo. Duke turns but is blinded by Bathsheba's Blood Mist. She hits Duke with a jumping DDT and makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Cajones dives in breaking it up. Bathsheba throws Cajones into the corner twisting him into a Tarantula. On the outside of the ring, Rudo grabs at Bathsheba and pulls her to the arena floor. In the ring, Cajones reaches a hand down the back of his ring gear and grabs Duke's mouth in a Fishhook. He pulls Duke into a camel clutch as Cajones slides into the ring and dropkicks Duke. Both cover Duke.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Bathsheba dives into the ring breaking the count. She fights Rudo and tosses him out of the ring. She follows throwing him into the ringside barrier. In the ring Cajones Irish whips Duke. It's reversed and Cajones crashes into the corner before Duke crashes into him with a Grenade Front Kick. Cajones drops to the mat and Duke makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Bathsheba reaches into the ring and pulls Duke's ankle to stop the pin.
Evans: If it's not The Rats, it's Bathsheba!
Kushnir: We've spoken before about the extra man in triple threat matches. Although four people in a triple threat match is new to me.
Duke stares at Bathsheba on the outside but Cajones smacks her in the spine with a chair. She drops to the floor where Cajones puts the boots to her. He's not in control long as Bathsheba is soon on her feet and rams Cajones face first into the barrier. In the ring, Rudo gets to his feet. Bathsheba sprays Blood Mist into his eyes allowing Duke to hit a Texas Death Kick. He makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
Bathsheba tries to slide into the ring to break the count, but Cajones grabs her by the ankles.
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... DUKE COMMANDO!!!
Evans: Duke wins! That has to go down as a big win with everything going on around this ring with these damn Rats!
Kushnir: With all the shenanigans, I thought The Rats were going to sneak off with the win. Them and Bathsheba gave a good accounting of themselves here tonight on Prime.
Duke stands at attention and salutes the crowd before marching up the ramp. Outside the ring a brawl breaks out between The Rats, Bathsheba and the referees attempting to separate them.
Evans: Bathsheba is none too happy about The Low Down Dirty Rats basically costing her this match!
Kushnir: Can we get some order around here?!
The camera cuts to ...
We go backstage to the locker room area, as the camera focuses on a door that reads "Yoshiharu Kubo". The camera pans over to see Yoshiharu Kubo standing there as he looks focused. Jenna Salvatore stands with him, one Hello Kitty bandaid on her forehead as she is apparently superhuman and unaffected by the attack from earlier.
Jenna Salvatore: Excuse me, Yoshiharu Kubo, how do you feel about Nevaeh attacking you in the Prime 100 episode?
Yoshiharu Kubo: How did I feel? First off, I was proud to be a part of the Prime 100 episode and I was disappointed that I lost the match but it is what it is and therefore, I have to get better. And it seems Nevaeh is trying to make me a better competitor. She attacked me out of nowhere for no reason at all and it lit the fire inside of me. Nevaeh attacked me, someone new to this company and that's the key phrase "someone new". I'm a new guy in EWC and what better way to be a better competitor by facing off against a former Indy and Broadcast Champion in Nevaeh? By beating her one on one!
Jenna Salvatore: Are you going to challenge Nevaeh for a match?
Yoshiharu Kubo: Yes! I'm challenging Nevaeh for a match at the next Prime show. Normally, I would promote the Utori Sushi like usual and I will. But it can wait until I get my hands on Nevaeh! If I happen to beat her, naturally the Utori Sushi will get a spotlight too! Anyway, thank you for having me for this interview, Jenna. I think I have said all I wanted to say. Bottomline, I want a match against Nevaeh at the next Prime show and I mean it!
Jenna Salvatore: Thank you for taking your time for this interview and good luck!
Yoshiharu Kubo says "thank you" and we go to…
We return to ringside where it's 'time' for more great singles action!
Evans: Well there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, Yoshiharu Kubo just laid down the challenge to none other than NEVAEH for Prime 102!
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing at The Edge of Time Itself and weighing in at 114 Earth pounds ... AEON KHRONOS!
The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of Aeon Khronos, paying them no mind as the beat kicks in on "Time" by Pink Floyd. She approaches the ring with a smirk on her face, enjoying what she's about to do as she slides into the ring and prepares herself for the match.
Reid: And the opponent, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is Prime Time ... JACK SEVERN!
'15 Minutes' by Shattered Skies hits as Jack walks down to the ring once the guitar riff starts, smiling with the utmost confidence in his face. He claps for himself, mocking the crowd, as he enters through the ropes. Once in the center of the ring, he relishes in the crowd's hatred, mocking them and their heroes. before taking his jacket off.
DING DING DING
Aeon runs at Jack for a clothesline that Jack ducks. He cracks Aeon with a spinning backfist that smacks her in the jaw dazing her. Aeon clutches her jaw as Jack lifts her for a side suplex. Aeon shifts her weight and lands on her feet where Jack superkicks her. Jack pulls Aeon to her feet and bucklebombs her into the corner. She staggers forward where Jack blasts her with a lariat. He makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Aeon gets an arm into the air breaking the count. Jack lifts Aeon to her feet but she counters with a jawbreaker. Aeon smacks Jack with a forearm that spins him around allowing Aeon to take him down with a German Suplex. Jack rolls to his feet but Aeon drops him with a DDT. She covers.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Jack gets a shoulder off the mat. He sits up and Aeon grabs him in a chinlock. Jack gets to his feet and lifts Aeon in an attempt to free himself. Aeon manages to hit a bulldog She rolls him over and makes another cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Jack shoves Aeon off him to break the count.
Evans: From almost losing to almost wining. Things sure go fast here on Prime.
Kushnir: Prime moves pretty fast. If you stop to look, someone will try to roll you up.
Both get to their feet. Jack grabs Aeon and hits a Codebreaker out of almost nowhere. Aeon springs back and crashes to the mat. Jack hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Aeon rolls to her side breaking the count. Jack lifts Aeon to her feet and attempts a suplex. Aeon blocks and hits a Quantum Driver. The referee counts.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Jack manages to roll to his front breaking the count. Aeon screams in frustration.
Evans: So close! So close!
Kushnir: Just when I thought it was over for Aeon Khronos after the Codebreaker, it was almost over for Jack Severn after the Quantum Driver! How is this STILL going?
Both get to their feet as Aeon argues with the referee over fast counts. She turns to face her opponent who grabs her arm dragging her to the mat. He tries to grab at Aeon's right arm for a Last Breath. Aeon counters with repeated elbows to Jack's chest until he has to move away. Aeon gets to her feet and underhooks Jack. She lifts him for a Time Warp. Jack manages to slip over Aeon's shoulder and smacks her in the face with The Silencer. Aeon drops to the mat. Jack drops on top.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... JACK SEVERN!!!
Evans: That is a big win! Anytime you beat Aeon Khronos it's a big win. Jack Severn now has Narumi Tsutsumi in his sights and a ton of momentum behind him. I bet that feels damn good after coming up short at PRIME 100.
Kushnir: You say it's a big win to beat Aeon, but we both know how close Aeon came to victory here and on more than one occasion. She is no slouch in the ring, and Jack learned that here tonight. Great match.
As the referee holds up Jack’s arm in victory… JACK KICKS HIM IN THE DICK!
Evans: Ohh come on! This is unacceptable!
Kushnir: Severn should be suspended!
Jack grabs the referee and lines him up… HITTING THE SILENCER! The ref is thrown out of the ring as Jack rolls out and laughs, mockingly “checking his watch” and yelling that the clock is ticking for Victor Price to make an announcement.
Evans: Severn was as angry as we thought he'd be to not have that Indy title around his waist here tonight.
Kushnir: Indeed, I think it's only a matter of 'time' before he gets another shot at it!
The camera cuts to ...
In a dim hallway at the Dorton Arena the members of Damage Incorporated and Lacey Savage loom into frame.
Lacey Savage: Here we are Raleigh, all dressed up with nowhere to go. You see even though at the last show we defeated the tag team champions in a non-title match it seems that the powers that be didn’t think that this week we even merited a match.
Malice: Instead they booked Jack Severn’s little pet project The Heat Packers to face off against Shinijoshi.
Mayhem scowls and strokes his beard.
Mayhem: Funk and Dawson tried to steal our spotlight at Prime 100 by coming down to pick The Bastard’s bones after the real Damage was already done.
Malice: But we’ll be damned if we let a pair of upstart Southern Express wanna-be’s take our hard earned place in the tag team conversation.
Mayhem: We’re willing to put up with a lot of sh*t in this company.
Malice: We’ll absorb the insults about our win / loss record.
Mayhem: We’ll tolerate all the criticism about the weak teams we’ve beaten versus the teams that we didn’t destroy when we should have.
Malice: We can brush off the disrespect from teams that have earned the right to be disrespectful.
Mayhem: The Southern Express.
Malice: The Eleos Affect.
Mayhem: Hell, even The Bastards.
Malice cracks his knuckles and glares into the camera with a no bullshit expression.
Malice: But what we WON’T do is let a team that’s been here for half a cup of coffee try to walk right over us without paying the price for that kind of insult.
Lacey Savage: Graves Enterprises may believe that The House will always win, but WE say that it’s a House of cards with weak foundations that has been built on sinking sand. In case you haven’t noticed you have no shortage of enemies who want to be the ones to begin your demolition and tonight Damage Incorporated is submitting a bid of their own.
Malice: Tonight our little sister Dalilah is intent on taking the Showtime Broadcast Championship from your girl Callie.
Mayhem: While Lacey will make sure that Tori stays in her place the rest of The F.E.U.D. is here to ensure that Severn and his duo of doggies stay in The House where they belong.
Malice: Because Dalilah is family and that Family, it Endures Until Death.
Mayhem: And Severn, THAT death might very well be yours if any of your little pets try to get involved in Family business.
Malice: We might be the last in a long line of people who have reasons to want to hurt you and we suggest that you don’t give us any reason to cut that line by doing something stupid like getting involved in Dalilah’s main event match.
Mayhem: Because if you think that beat down we gave you back at Brawl 573 was an over reaction after our loss to The Flip-Jack Connection, just remember that THAT was about business.
Malice: So just imagine what we’ll do if you go and make things personal.
Lacey Savage: Don’t think we didn’t see what the Heat Packers did to Bunny Love. But if you believe for even a second that we would let you do the same thing to Dalilah, you’re very tragically mistaken. That title is going to become our treasure and it’s a treasure we intend to keep in OUR Family. If you try to interfere with that, you won’t like what happens next.
Dalilah: Callie Clark. You may think that with all your new friends around you that you feel secure. But your House is not a home where you can relax all safe and warm. It’s a house of straw waiting for the Big Bad Wolf to come and blow it down. You may have believed that the Hard Times were behind you in the past little piggy but even your one-eyed Jack can’t save you from what’s coming. That belt is my destiny and tonight, that destiny, it will be fulfilled.
Dalilah glares with wild eyes into the camera as the rest of her family crowd in to stand by her side. The light starts to dim as the scene shifts back to ringside.
Jenna Salvatore is standing by in the backstage interview area as with Saidie Sharpe!
Jenna: Saidie! Great to see you back again here on PRIME so soon after PRIME 100, where you had a little run-in with Sour Candy in the back parking lot!
Saidie chuckles.
Saidie: That I did, Jenna. You know, I’m really sick of Candy running around looking for fights all the time and I wanted to let her know that. I thought what better souvenir for her from the 100th episode of PRIME, the show she did help build, than a broken nose? So yeah, I jumped her in the parking lot. I’ve been waiting for that for a couple months now.
Jenna: And she had some harsh words for you on Paramount after that, do you have any response?
Saidie takes the microphone from her and looks directly down the camera.
Saidie: I wish you good luck with your championship match, Candy. Because I’m getting you next, Paramount 26, it’s going to be you and me. I’m challenging you to a PARKING LOT BRAWL!
She passes the mic off to Jenna as she storms off.
Jenna: Saidie Sharpe throwing out a challenge to Sour Candy, a parking lot brawl at Paramount 26!
The camera follows Saidie down the hallway, as she hurriedly turns the corner … and bumps directly into ‘Headhuntress’ Aiya.
Saidie: OOF! I didn’t mean to bump int— ohh my god it’s Aiya … What’s .. up?
Aiya: Honestly? Nothing too different. Still fighting, just … with some other individuals nowadays. So, what’s up with you?
Saidie: Oh you know… the usual just beating up Candy apparently.. uh.. You looked good in the Rumble match! I mean your wrestling looked good.. I wasn't saying you PHYSICALLY looked good. I MEAN NOT THAT YOU DON’T LOOK GOOD! You look great .. you always do! Oh god.
She sighs, wishing she could grab the words out of her mouth and stuff them back in. Meanwhile, a smirk has appeared on Aiya’s face as she stares right into Saidie’s eyes.
Aiya: Oi, what’s going on with you? You’re acting like you’re a ridiculously shy girl back in high school who has just run into their crush or something. You okay?
Saidie: Pfft, what? I'm totally chill. I'm like, so chill. Well I’m sure you’re like really busy with your Shinijoshi stuff and your match and everything .. ohh, good luck with your match! And yeah … I’ll just go ..
Saidie rushes away down the hallway some more before she turns around.
Saidie: Text me sometime?
Aiya chuckles but offers Saidie an affirmative nod.
Aiya: Alrighty then, deal. You damn well better answer next time around then. No excuses, no bullshit.
Cut to a wide shot of the frenetic Raleigh crowd as they are still buzzing with wild excitement after what they have just witnessed in that ring! EWC has always been a hotbed of action and tonight has been no-- Wait a moment. Some text has come up on the X-tron…
BOYCOTT GRAVITY.
DEFY LIMITATIONS.
GET UP!
The image on the tron fades to an unfamiliar logo.
Take to the skies with DIVEWIRE
Coming soon to EWC Prime!!!
We return to ringside where the Prime Minister job is up for grabs!
Evans: We'll be excited to see Divewire coming here soon, but right now we've got a great match-up for the 'Prime Minister Necklace' that Scorpio has been defending!
Reid: The following match set for one fall is for the Prime Minister Necklace! Joining us first, from Oija, California and weighing in at 195 pounds ... TIMOTHY DEACON!
The lights go out, the arena is pitch black for a couple of seconds until a single spotlight shines in the center of the stage. "I still Burn" blasts through the p.a system. Timothy Deacon, wearing his long black tights, black boots and a hooded black jacket walks into the spotlight with a smirk on his face. The spotlight goes out as the lights come back on. Deacon slowly walks down the entrance ramp ignoring the fans who are booing him. Deacon rolls into the ring and proceeds to take off his black jacket, he hands the jacket to a ringside attendant paying no attention to the fans.
'Rule Britannia' hits the speakers as red, white, and blue lighting flashes around the arena. The crowd begin to boo loudly as the imagine of a waving Union Jack is displayed on the X-Tron. Superimposed on this is the message "Please be upstanding for your Prime Minister". After a little while the orchestral music fades down...
Reid: And the opponent, please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... the possessor of the Prime Time Necklace... 'The People's Camp', 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet', 'The Prime Minister'... 'THE S-FACTOR' SCORPIO!
'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The S-Factor'' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.
DING DING DING
Scorpio lashes out with a superkick. Deacon catches the foot and hits Scorpio with a clothesline. Scorpio gets to his feet as Deacon runs off the ropes hitting Scorpio with a spinning heel kick. Deacon climbs to the top rope and throws himself at Scorpio with a moonsault. Scorpio raises a boot and catches Deacon on the jaw. Scorpio grabs Deacon and Iris whips him. Deacon keeps hold of Scorpio's arm and wringers his way to hitting Scorpio with a DDT. Deacon makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio gets a shoulder high of the mat. Deacon pulls him to his feet and smacks Scorpio across the shoulders with forearms before running off the ropes. Scorpio leaps and catches Deacon with a dropkick. Deacon gets to his feet, but Scorpio cracks him on the side of the head with a roundhouse kick. Scorpio grabs Deacon ad hits a snap suplex which he follows quickly with a standing moonsault. He hooks the leg.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Deacon gets a shoulder up to break the count.
Evans: Close but no cigar.
Kushnir: Both have come close, but you're gonna need more than that if you're gonna put Deacon down!
Deacon slowly gets to his feet as Scorpio runs off the ropes and blasts Deacon with Brexit Means Brexit. He hooks the leg.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Deacon just gets a shoulder up. Scorpio pulls Deacon to his feet and attempts and AGR. Deacon manages to shove Scorpio away. Scorpio turns to face Deacon and eats a Superkick. Scorpio drops to the mat and Deacon makes a cover.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio rolls to his side breaking the count.
Evans: Any closer and bells are ringing. No doubt.
Kushnir: What Timothy Deacon needs to do now is make that bell ring and finish him off!
Planning to just that, Deacon climbs to the top rope. Before he can do anything, Scorpio climbs to the top rope and attempts a superplex. Deacon blocks and sends Scorpio to the mat with a front suplex. Deacon leaps for a Frog Splash. Scorpio jumps and hits an AGR out of almost nowhere. He rolls Deacon over and makes a cover.
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THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and still possessing the Prime Time Necklace ... SCORPIO!!!
Evans: In mid-air! Scorpio caught his opponent in mid-air with the AGR and he retains his necklace!
Kushnir: Timothy Deacon came close. We spoke about the Superkick. I'm sure he'll be back for another go once he's licked his wounds.
Scorpio stands on the middle rope holding the necklace above his head in victory like an actual championship. He fastens the necklace around his neck as he heads up the ramp.
Evans: Scorpio has been racking up wins left and right here on PRIME lately, that necklace has really motivated him.
Kushnir: I can't believe I'm saying this ... 'Fighting Champion Scorpio' is really growing on me .....
The camera cuts to ...
In the locker room, Jamie Love is lacing his boots as he’s approached by Dimitri Graves, alone. Jamie immediately stands up.
Jamie: What do you want?
Dimitri: Relax, relax. I know you're here, probably to attack my clients alone, and I’m just here to give a word of advice.
Jamie: You can take whatever advice you have and fuck ALL the way off with it.
Dimitri smiles, unphased.
Dimitri: I just see bigger things for you, Mr. Love. I see that belt…
Dimitri motions towards Jamie’s tag team championship.
Dimitri: And I see it as an Undisputed Championship in the future.
Jamie continues to listen, slightly intrigued by the idea.
Dimitri: But for that to happen… You need to get rid of the idea that you’re Xavier Reid’s lost child, so to speak.
Jamie: get to the fucking point. I can only ignore what you did to my sister for a little bit longer before I do something about it.
Dimitri: I, of course, don’t see you that way, Mr. Love! I just think you need to start taking initiative… You need to get out of Xavier’s shadow. I mean, he has accomplished way more as a singles competitor here in the EWC. From the way I look at it, and the way everybody else looks at it, he’s carrying you to success. So just… Do something big. Do something to make us care about you. Prove that you’re not only as good as Xavier Reid, but better. Or else the second you lose those tag belts, Xavier will move on to bigger and better things, and you’ll just be jerking the curtain on Gambit. Just a thought before you do anything stupid.
Dimitri leaves as Jamie ponders what was said…
'The Other Side' by Alter Bridge hits as the lights in the arena go dark. Six spotlights appear on the stage... DAN FUNK! BRODIE DAWSON! TORI TAYLOR! CALLIE CLARK! JACK SEVERN! DIMITRI GRAVES! As the lyrics kick in, the spotlights merge as the six walk down to the ring together, talking trash to the audience.
When they get to the ring, Jack grabs a microphone from the ring announcer.
Jack: I’m not done here yet! VIIIIICTOR PRICE, YOUR TIME IS OFFICIALLY UP! GIVE ME MY REMATCH AGAINST NARUMI SUCCSUMI, OR ELSE WE’RE NOT GETTING OUT OF THE RING!
Evans: Is Severn going to hold this show hostage all night?! This is ridiculous!
Kushnir: I don't think he's going to be able to force Price's hand like this ...
Jack paces the ring, and Callie grabs the mic.
Callie: If you think I'm going to defend this title without Jack getting what he deserves you're out of your mind Price! Stop protecting Narumi!
Callie hands the microphone off to Dan.
Dan: Brodie and I damn sure ain’t wrestling that “tag team” until our friend Jack gets what he deserves!
Dan hands the microphone to Dimitri.
Dimitri: The House awaits your decision.
Dimitri drops the mic and they wait.
Evans: Can we just have the match?!
Kushnir: Who's gonna win this .. ermm .. war of attrition ..
Nothing.
Jack starts doing snow angels in the ring.
Jack: COME ON, PRICE! I MIGHT HAVE ALL DAY, BUT YOU CERTAINLY DON’T!
Suddenly, music hits.
‘New Genesis’ by Ado! Shinijoshi runs down and the brawl is ON!
The two factions brawl all over the ring and spill to the outside! Narumi vs Jack, Sonya vs Callie, Megumi & Aiya vs the Heat Packers! This is madness!!! Security runs down to try and stop the fight but they only make the brawl worse! Brodie Dawson grabs a chair and hits Megumi in the stomach and over the back! Dan Funk tosses Aiya into the steps! Sonya & Narumi enter the ring and square off against The House, severely outnumbered as Megumi & Aiya try to recover. There is anarchy all over PRIME's ringside area as security and referees try to stop the madness! Finally 'My Way' hits the speakers and PRIME's General Manager Victor Price makes his way onto the stage!
Price looks unamused as he surveys the scene, immediately the superstars pay attention even has Jack takes a cheap shot at Narumi.
Price: This fucking shit again. ENOUGH! I've had enough of my big matches RUINED! You fuckers did this at PRIME 100 and now here we are again. Well we're going to certainly find out who's fuckin' 'house' this is. Because I'm about to do something fucking historic here. First of all, all of you are banned from ringside RIGHT NOW or you're all FIRED! Second of all, PRIME 102. I've got your main event right here. It's going to be The House: Jack Severn, Callie Clark and The Heat Packers vs Shinijoshi: Narumi Tsutsumi, "Headhuntress" Aiya, Megumi and SONYA. Four on four. But it's not going to be some bullshit eight person tag match, ohh hell no. No, PRIME 102 ... it's time for ...
The crowd goes absolutely insane as Price has a cocky smirk and Severn's eyes bulge out of his head.
Price: So right now, we're going to determine who gets the advantage for the WarGames match by whoever wins this tag-team match. And by the way, whoever wins the WarGames match, they'll get to choose the stiipulation for the main event of YoungBlood .. because we're doing Narumi Tsutsumi vs Jack Severn TWO for the Indy Championship! Good enough for you, Severn? Good, you shut the fuck up. All of you, leave the fuckin' ringside. Referee, ring the fuckin' bell.
Price turns and leaves the stage as the various Shinijoshi and House members retreat to the back from spots in the arena and we get ready for our match!
DING DING DING Price looks unamused as he surveys the scene, immediately the superstars pay attention even has Jack takes a cheap shot at Narumi.
Price: This fucking shit again. ENOUGH! I've had enough of my big matches RUINED! You fuckers did this at PRIME 100 and now here we are again. Well we're going to certainly find out who's fuckin' 'house' this is. Because I'm about to do something fucking historic here. First of all, all of you are banned from ringside RIGHT NOW or you're all FIRED! Second of all, PRIME 102. I've got your main event right here. It's going to be The House: Jack Severn, Callie Clark and The Heat Packers vs Shinijoshi: Narumi Tsutsumi, "Headhuntress" Aiya, Megumi and SONYA. Four on four. But it's not going to be some bullshit eight person tag match, ohh hell no. No, PRIME 102 ... it's time for ...
WARGAMES!
The crowd goes absolutely insane as Price has a cocky smirk and Severn's eyes bulge out of his head.
Price: So right now, we're going to determine who gets the advantage for the WarGames match by whoever wins this tag-team match. And by the way, whoever wins the WarGames match, they'll get to choose the stiipulation for the main event of YoungBlood .. because we're doing Narumi Tsutsumi vs Jack Severn TWO for the Indy Championship! Good enough for you, Severn? Good, you shut the fuck up. All of you, leave the fuckin' ringside. Referee, ring the fuckin' bell.
Price turns and leaves the stage as the various Shinijoshi and House members retreat to the back from spots in the arena and we get ready for our match!
The Heat Packers laugh as the bell rings, thinking this’ll be easy, but before they can react, JAMIE LOVE RUNS DOWN TO THE RING!
Evans: What the hell is Jamie doing out here?!?!
Kushnir: Go back to Rampage you little bastard!
Jamie Love is held back by a team of security, and the Heat Packers yell at him to fuck off. As soon as they turn around… SHINIJOSHI STRIKES! Megumi & Aiya hit a combination of elbow and foot strikes onto both Dan & Brodie, followed by a Midnight Kill on Dan, who rolls out of the ring. Brodie is left to be put into a powerbomb position by Aiya, as Megumi climbs to the top rope… AND THEY HIT THE SHIBOMB!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: Here are your winners, with the advantage for next episode's WAR GAMES MATCH, Megumi & Aiya, SHINIJOSHI!!!
Jamie laughs from the stage, having ruined the Heat Packers’ Prime debut. Shinijoshi quickly rolls out of the ring as Brodie comes in, swinging a chair. Megumi & Aiya celebrate their win, and give Jamie a knowing glance from the stage, before heading to the back. The Heat Packers kick the ring and throw a tantrum, incredibly pissed off about the squash.
Evans: Just like that?!!?
Kushnir: Looks like Shinijoshi has got the advantage! Heat Packers are seeing already what happens when you make too many enemies in EWC!
We go to ....
Evans: Can you believe that?! WarGames?! ON PRIME?! Well nevertheless, we've got another Shinijoshi member right here, as our Indy Champ Narumi Tsutsumi takes on Darna Dare!
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Sugbu, Philippines and weighing in at 113 pounds ... DARNA DARE!
Darna emerges amidst coils of thick, gray smoke, her hood raised and gaze trained upon the ring. Bold steps carry her into a dive through the ropes, where she rolls and comes up balanced on her hands, spine curved dramatically and legs extended, toes pointed in line with her determined glare. A few scuttling hand-steps are taken in this bizarre signature pose, before she thrusts her feet forward and flips to standing, rising in a distorted gymnast's salute, then a flamboyant bow to the crowd; a devilish grin gracing her lips.
Reid: And the opponent, making her way to the ring, weighing in at 125 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.
DING DING DING
Narumi runs at Darna and rolls her with a schoolgirl. Darna rolls right out but right into a fameasser. Darna gets to her feet as Narumi runs off the ropes with a rear view. She makes a cover. ONE...
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Darna pushes her way free. Narumi lifts Darna to her feet and shoots her off the ropes. Darna comes back hitting a hurricanrana. Both roll to their feet and Dana runs at Narumi who shoves her off the ropes. Darna flies back hitting a handspring moonsault. She grabs Narumi's legs.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts a shoulder off the mat. Both get to their feet where Darna smacks Narumi with a palm strike to the face and a single leg dropkick that knocks Narumi to the mat. Darna runs off the ropes hitting a rolling thunder. She hooks the leg.
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Narumi rolls Darna into a small package.
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Darna manages to push herself free.
Evans: Nice quick turnaround there.
Kushnir: That's how you become a champion when you can turn a match like that.
Darna gets to her feet and eats a clothesline from Narumi. She pulls Darna to her feet and whips her to the corner. Darna grabs Narumi and runs up the corner hitting a Leopard Cat Leap. They crash to the mat where Darna sits on Narumi's chest and hooks a leg.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi manages to get a shoulder off the mat sending Darna off balance. Both get to their feet where Narumi cracks Dara with a Master Sword on the jaw. Darna spins and drops face down. Narumi rolls her over and makes a cover.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Darna pushes her shoulder and arm off the mat.
Evans: How did she get a shoulder up? I thought she was sleeping!
Kushnir: The will to win forces some to battle through a lot of pain
Both get to their feet but Narumi grabs Darna from behind in an electric chair position. Darna counters with a poisonrana. Darna climbs the turnbuckles and prays before flipping back for a Monkey-Eating Eagle Splash. At the last second, Narumi rolls to the side and Darna collides with canvas. As Darna staggers to her feet, Narumi grabs her hitting Paymon. Narumi covers.
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THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!
Evans: The champion showing just why she is so. Just when it looked all over, Narumi Tsutsumi has snatched a win from the jaws of defeat.
Kushnir: Darna Dare came close on a few occasions when we all thought it was all over for Tsutsumi. Who knows what would have happened had she connected with that Eagle Splash.
Narumi holds her championship high in the air before bowing to the cheering crowd.
Evans: With WarGames and YoungBlood both looming, the Indy Champion snags a crucial win here at PRIME 101!
Kushnir: Darna Dare brought absolutely everything to Narumi here tonight - I hope we see her on the blue brand some more!
The camera cuts to ...
We head back to the interviewing area, where this time a still perfectly fine Jenna Salvatore has now caught up with Jordan Freaking Sharpe.
Jenna: Jordan, we heard from Saidie earlier, but we weren't expecting to see you here tonight?
JFS: Ah, Jenna, of course I'm here at PRIME! I've been in the back checking out all the happenings and talking to many of the superstars about what they want out of PRIME for 2023 and beyond for after I beat Victor Price's ass at PRIME 103 here in a month or so. I hope he's training hard, I know I'm more than ready to smush his face in. I wanted to make sure I am present to show everyone that Jordy is a more than capable leader for PRIME, just as I was when I was competing here as the Indy Champion.
Jenna: Speaking of Price, how about his big announcement for WarGames that he made tonight? And Narumi vs Jack 2 at Youngblood? Those are very exciting!
JFS: They were! I agree, and you can see it's the fans who truly win when Victor is desperate to save his job like he is. But that's not going to be enough. I'll be in attendance at PRIME 102 and I might have a few more things to say to small dick Vic. BUT! I do have my own announcement for PRIME as well, after talking to President Mac about it we're thinking we need another Indy title contender for after this whole war between Narumi and Jack is over with. So, at PRIME 103 we're going to have a number one contenders match and the winner is going to WrestleFest to compete for the Indy Championship! Who's in the match? Well. We're not gonna let you know that just yet.
He winks at the camera.
Jenna: One more thing, Jordan, do you have anything to say about Saidie challenging Sour Candy?
JFS: No comment.
He strides off quickly, and we go to ...
SHOWTIME BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
Dalilah Ashe
Vs Callie Clark
Match Writer: Chunks of Darna Dare
We return to ringside where the crowd is ready for a fire main event!
Evans: It's time for our main event! It all comes down to this; Dalilah Ashe, and Callie Clark, two women never far from the title picture finally colliding one-on-one for the Showtime Broadcast belt.
Kushnir: Really? You think it'll be one-on-one?
Evans: It's a figure of speech, Hayley!
Reid: The following match is for one fall, and is for the Showtime Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from out of the Darkness of your Desires, she is the most Beautiful of Tragedies, the Sweetest of the Deadly Sins and the Last Temptation that you will ever need. She is the Vicious Mistress ... DALILAH ASHE!
Committed by One-Eyed Doll begins to play and a purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell dying roses.
Just Another Mental Patient
How I wish this Room Was Vacant
Can't Seem To Break Through These Padded Walls
The curtain parts as Dalilah Ashe appears wearing a crown of black roses and thorns which prick her pale brow bringing small drops of dark red blood. She opens her arms to hold the crowd in the long cold embrace of her contempt.
Locked Up in this Nuthouse Crying
All these Drugs My Brain is Frying
Doctor Says the Lunatic Needs More
All these Drugs My Brain is Frying
Doctor Says the Lunatic Needs More
Cocking her head to one side and holding her arms stiff at her sides she begins a long zombie walk to the ring, followed closely by her handler Lacey Savage. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron she looms over the audience like some ancient goddess of lust and death. She smiles down at them, slowly wetting her painted lips with the tip of her tongue before throwing her head back with a mocking laugh. She slides between the ropes with an evil expression to stare down her opponent with a wicked grin and nothing but bad intentions.
Strap Me Down they Must Sedate Me
Poke Me, Prod Me, Irritate Me
No Choice but to be the Needle's Whore
Reid: And her opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds ... the Showtime Broadcast Champion ... CALLIE CLARK!
A red carpet is rolled out going from the stage to the bottom of the ramp, and Bad Reputation hits. In a cloud of brewing, greenish smoke, Callie comes out with the title around her waist and arms high in the air, cackling as she strikes a pose. Her blonde hair has been crimped, tumbling over the shoulders of a crimson corset dress with laced sleeves and gathered dark purple skirts as pyro goes off behind her, distorted eerily by the smoke.
Callie's paparazzi takes pictures of her as she walks down the ramp, taunting the fans as she goes. As she reaches ringside, Tori goes ahead of Callie, holding open the ropes so Callie can step through, and walk to the middle of the ring, where she strikes a pose again while winking at the camera. She then goes to her corner as the music cuts.
Evans: She is beautiful! Boys will love her! Our broadcast champion, Callie Clark, appearing in spooktacular form as Sarah Sanderson, from the legendary movie Hocus Pocus - and Hocus Pocus 2, now streaming on Disney+!
Kushnir: Ugh, really? Now we're advertising for her sponsors? Who the hell is she, Melody Malone?!
DING DING DING
Callie barely has time to shrug out of her cloak before she's pounced by a focused and sneering Ashe! The Last Temptation drives her back into the corner with kicks and wild fists, before lifting her leg and sexy choking the champ against the corner post. The crowd give her some encouragement, and she's sure to reward them; stretching out her body to extremity, tongue lashing at her laps as she snarls lasciviously at the fans in the front.
Clark is left to slither to the mat, where she starts divesting herself of her skirts, coughing to clear her airways after the choke. Ashe takes a few steps back, and comes handspringing in with an elbow as Callie stands - but it's ducked, and Ashe finds herself picked up by the waist and yanked over Callie's shoulders! The champ takes a few steps into the center of the ring, and then drops her challenger with a furious air raid crash neckbreaker that sets the ring to shuddering. It's Callie's turn to retreat, hopping back to her feet and dashing to the corner where she hunkers down...
...and springs back into action with a perfectly timed sling blade! She spins right onto her feet thereafter, grinning savagely as she turns her back toward the ropes, staring at the fallen Ashe-- and then screaming in pain! Lacey Savage has leapt onto the apron, grabbed a double handful of Callie's long, styled hair, and dropped back down. The champ arches painfully against the ropes, working Savage's fingers to bend them loose. Dalilah finds her feet, and is there to take over as Lacey is forced to relinquish the hold, driving a high knee to Clark and then draping her through the ropes for a hanging DDT!
Rubbing at her own strained neck, Ashe drags Callie by the hair and ties her up for the first pin attempt of the match.
ONE
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KICKOUT!
Evans: Callie Clark is determined to be a fighting champion; she's not going down that easy, or this early.
Kushnir: Wow, that's some low-hanging fruit, Marshall. Not taking the bait, nope!
Both women are up, and trading shots, forearms leading to a high kick from Ashe that sends Callie stumbling away-- only for the champ to twist into an erupting Pele Kick that drops the Last Temptation on her back! Eyes wide, Clark looks to the corner and then leaps to her feet, quickly scaling to the turnbuckle and corkscrewing off into a beautiful Spiral Tap that lands clean! Expression determined, she floats over to cover...
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KICKOUT!
Ashe doesn't just get her shoulder up, but manages to entwine Clark between her legs and roll into mount, grabbing that long hair again and starting to simply, brutally smash the other woman's skull against the canvas! This breaks down into choking, until the red-faced, dishevelled champion is saved by the interjection of the official, who gives Ashe her first warning. The Last Temptation angrily shoves him away, then bends to resume her choke - but instead applies a Mandible Claw and picks Callie up for a chokeslam! Maintaining the hold, she screeches at the ref to ask for the submission.
Callie fights back, using short, sharp kicks to maneuver Ashe until she can rip the hold away, forcing herself to focus through the pain as she gets to vertical base, taking hold of Ashe's arms and with desperate force, drives her knee up into the other woman's jaw! THOR'S HAMMER! The Kamigoye sends Dalilah sprawling, but Clark collapses to her knees in its wake, unable to bundle the challenger up into a pinning predicament as she tumbles away, slithering to the outside of the ring.
Evans: Our champ laying on the punishment tonight; she's hitting hard every time she hits, but Ashe is fighting like a veteran out there - she's playing it very, very smart.
Kushnir: Cunning like a serpent, Marshall. She said it herself; she's just a different kind of beast. Clark's going to need to keep working exactly this hard just to have a hope of slaying her.
Clambering back to her feet, Callie flicks out her wrists and ankles, rolling her neck as her gaze keenly follows the challenger around the outside. Ashe pauses to exchange sweet nothings with Lacey Savage, the two trading a seductive smile and a few tactical words before the Last Temptation darts over to the opposite side of the ring. Callie turns to face her, leaning out over the ropes to draw the official's attention - making sure he's counting the other woman out. Clark berates him enough that the count comes a little quick, and Dalilah's expression sours.
She moves to dive under the ropes, and Callie meets her with a baseball slide, forcing the challenger to belay the attempt and dive around the next corner. Wagging her finger admonishingly, Clark blocks Ashe again, sparing a few vitriolic words that draw a blaze of fury from the other woman. The count is up to seven, and Callie is shouting along with it, grinning triumphantly.
Lacey tries to intervene, but it's enough to force an error from Dalilah Ashe. As Clark yells, "EIGHT!" she loses any semblance of cool, diving under the ropes with a scream, flying to her feet right into a boot to the gut. Callie tumbles athletically over Ashe's bent back, sweeps her leg, and catches her as she crashes down, bundling her up into a headlock, the struck leg seized and used as a lever-- to bring her crashing down with the LIGHTS OUT!
The small package driver leads into its namesake, and Ashe looks to be in serious trouble!
ONE
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TWO
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TH-- NO!!
A scantily-clad figure slides under the ropes, crashing bodily into champion and challenger and forcing the break. Lacey Savage gets there just barely in time, and it costs her - she's still sprawled out in desperation when Clark straightens up, anger twisting her lips, and puts together what happened. Savage tries to stand, but Clark is on her, dragging her up by the hair!
Evans: She saved the day, but Ashe's uh, 'friend', may have bitten off more than she can chew here!
Kushnir: She's in for some toil and trouble, Marshall.
The official is trying to manage this breakdown in the match, admonishing the still-stunned Dalilah Ashe, and then attempting to prise Clark away from Savage. It's the champion's turn to shove the ref away, before she twists out into an armbar and sits down into it, driving Lacey to the mat with her arm outstretched and fingers being bent back, as Callie keeps her eyes on her opponent. She positively DELIGHTS in slowly, painfully bending back Lacey Savage's fingers--
--and then there's a SNAP, and the crowd react in a mix of horror and delight of their own, as Lacey collapses in pain and Clark releases her disdainfully, climbing to her feet and stalking down Ashe - whose face is a rictus of rage!
The Last Temptation isn't fucking around, dashing into a spearing knee to the gut, holding onto the doubled-over champ to sling her into the canvas with a violent swinging neckbreaker. Clark isn't out, trying to fight back to her feet, and Ashe has no intention of allowing her to go anywhere - she grabs the blonde in a dragon sleeper, stepping up beside her to hit an inverted DDT, hooking her legs around the body as she rears back into the sustained hold, subjecting Clark to the full, torso-ripping fury of her MOMENTO MORI! Lacey Savage is crying in the corner, but her cries mingle with the pained moans of Callie as she fights to remain conscious, slowly - agonizingly slowly - managing to turn her feet toward the ropes, forcing Ashe around with her, and just barely managing to sling a foot over the bottom rope, before flopping to the mat.
Ashe holds on until the instant before five, releasing Clark with one last cruel wrench on her neck.
Evans: Well, we've seen broken fingers, and if I were a betting man I'd say this is ending on a broken neck. Both of these beautiful warriors have targeted that location with impunity, Hayley.
Kushnir: You're probably right, and it doesn't look great for the champion just now. I hate to say it, but she could have used a little help here. Seems like a running theme for her, doesn't it?
Callie Clark has recovered, pulling herself up on the ropes, looking out to the crowd - who are actually starting to rally behind her. She cocks an eyebrow at this, then starts to turn back toward Ashe...
The Last Temptation STAMPS forward to meet the champion, ducking a reactionary blow and stepping into a whirring hip toss that she tries to maintain into a sleeper hold, only for Clark to roll through, arching back onto her feet. She turns right into a spinning back fist but doesn't get all of it, sending Ashe stumbling away. The challenger manages to turn around in time to slam a kick into Clark's thigh, twisting into another that swats across her brow. Spinning through the partial contact, Ashe dives around behind the champion and slings an arm over her chest, leaping on top of her to hit a beautiful front flip stunner!
Callie pinwheels her arms, starting to fall-- but Dalilah Ashe catches her, dragging her backwards into position for a familiar finish-- face to face, with Clark bent across her knee, she leans in to plant a lingering kiss, smirks...
And spins out! A KISS BEFORE DYING!
N-No!! Clark spreads her stance and lands on her feet, now straddling Ashe who's fallen onto her back. One hand picks a leg, the other dragging Ashe up by her hair, locking around the back of her neck as she inverts-- back into position for the LIGHTS OUT! For the second time, she drills the Last Temptation with the devastating impact, right into the pin!
Lacey Savage moves to intervene again, but tries to pull herself up and immediately collapses in pain!
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TWO
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TH-REE!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: Your winner, via pinfall, and STILL the Showtime Broadcast Champion ... CALLIE CLARK!!!Dalilah Ashe doesn't let herself simply be released; as Clark relinquishes the pin, she drives a forearm into her face, and keeps going for three more, before collapsing with a frustrated scream, her hair falling over her face and body shaking with adrenaline. Callie rolls back to her feet, checking to see if her nose is broken before she looks up, hears the crowd and starts to LAUGH. There's a wash of relief and then girlish delight, before she remembers herself and snatches her belt from the official, hoisting it above her head in both arms before forcing him to buckle it on.
Lacey Savage has crawled carefully over to Ashe, and is trying to get her up and out of the ring as Clark does her best to fix her hair and climbs the turnbuckles, making sure every quarter of the crowd gets to see her - STILL their champion!
Evans: We expected these two women to hit hard, and hold nothing back, and they did not disappoint. Ashe kept fighting even past the bell, until she had nothing left to give, and now... here she is! Our champion! Callie Clark!
Kushnir: Don't forget to plug Disney again, Marshall. Maybe she'll pay you if they won't.
Evans: Oh, right--
Kushnir: Stop, please, stop. Kudos though, the champ showed what she's made of here tonight - despite a stacked deck in the form of Dalilah Ashe and Lacey Savage, she overcame the odds and the numbers to stand tall. You do love to see it.
Evans: Well, it inded looks like The House has won here tonight. Callie Clark has retained her championship in a fantastic main event here tonight, and Jack Severn has got his rematch with Narumi Tsutsumi at YoungBlood. However, they're all going to have to survive WARGAMES which will be coming at you LIVE at PRIME 102! That is in just TWO WEEKS as we head to Mountain Health Arena in West Virginia! We're going to have all of that plus so much more for you! For everyone here at PRIME, including my wife Hayley Kushnir, I'm Marshall Evans and we wish you goodnight! We will see you for WARGAMES!
Callie Clark continues to taunt everyone as she holds her championship up high and we fade to black ...