PRIME #103 [SEASON FINALE] - MIAMI
Nov 13, 2022 19:21:54 GMT -6
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Post by PRIME on Nov 13, 2022 19:21:54 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #103
"Season Finale"
NOVEMBER 13TH 2022
LIVE! from the FTX Arena in Miami, Florida
PRIME
EPISODE #103
"Season Finale"
NOVEMBER 13TH 2022
LIVE! from the FTX Arena in Miami, Florida
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, Yoshisharu Kubo, Seiren, Yasin, Divewire, Alyson Cross, Shohei, 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 ..
BATHSHEBA AIN'T A GOLDEN GODDESS
JFS IS OUR FREAKIN' GM!
THANKS FOR EVERYTHING, SOUTHERN EXPRESS
I'M HERE FOR JACKIN' LOVE
SCORPIO IS MY PRIME MINISTER 4EVER
SHINIJOSHI SHOWDOWN AT WRESTLEFEST???
The camera centers on ringside at the FTX 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, can you believe this?! It's Season Finale time already! We welcome you to episode 103 here in Miami, beside me is my wonderful wife as always, Hayley Kushnir!
Kushnir: It's bittersweet, Marshall! It's sad to see the season finale but so exciting when you look at the card we've got lined up here tonight! Got some amazing matches on our docket!
Evans: That's right, first things first it's another welcome to PRIME match-up as Divewire and Yasin both make their debuts against one another in singles competition. That one should be a solid opener. Then we've got a tornado tag-team match up next, as Heat Packers find themselves in the direct path of destruction of DAMAGE INC. Two highly physical teams, I feel for the referee on that one. Then we've got a three way dance, as Seiren and Alyson Cross both impressed in their singles match last week so much that we've decided to, ahem, RUN IT back but with a twist as we add Amber Lisa Hall and the winner gets a Broadcast Championship match on the season premier of 2023!
Kushnir: After that we've got two femme fatals facing off against each other as Nevaeh finds herself back on PRIME again against Dalilah Ashe. Then we've got one quirky tag-team match to follow as one half of the tag champs, Jamie Love, ends up teaming up with Jack Severn to take on one of the contenders for the tag titles Dio, but with Iggy Swango! Now that's interesting. Continuing on with tag-team night here we have Shinijoshi's own Senshi of the Blade, Megumi and the STILL Indy Champion Narumi Tsutsumi taking on Southern Express in their final appearance on the blue brand. And this one's gonna be good, it's a Miami Street Fight!
Evans: The farther up the card we go, the higher the stakes. We're going to see Victor Price himself step in the ring against Jordan Freaking Sharpe and the winner takes PRIME! Yes, the General Manager position of this brand is on the line here and these two ripped each other apart back at PRIME 102 so there's no love lost there! After that we've got a Showtime Broadcast Championship to decide as Callie Clark puts her championship up against the feral Bathsheba. At the end of the night, what a main event we've got lined up for you all. Scorpio and "Headhuntress" Aiya, a rivalry renewed as they go one on one for not only Scorpio's PRIME Minister Necklace, but an Indy Championship opportunity at WrestleFest! Cannot wait to see how it shakes out!
Kushnir: What an unbelievable show to cap off 2022, this is going to be wild Marshall!
Evans: Shall we get to it?
Kushnir: Yes we shall, right after this word about EWCTV!
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We go right to the parking street outside of the arena, where a makeshift stage has been made. Narumi is flanked by her family, her twin Masumi and her tag partner Mei that make up the Osoroshii(Translation: Dread) team Narumi used to manage in Japan, and Narumi’s inlaw to be in Miami’s own Renee Jonae. Osoroshii menacingly lurks in the background as Narumi sings Hu Tao from PeachyFranny into a microphone next to the former Thunder superstar with fireworks.
Narumi: Sun’s out, come bath in the sunlight
Moon’s out, come bath in the moonlight
A bright moon aloft amid the cast, clear skies
Who still cares about the living kind?
Renee: Ai Miami, it’s been a long time since I’ve last been to EWC, but it’s a hometown promise from me that they’ll give you a show of splendour on their Prime finale of the year! On top of the great contests for the night, you’ll be getting surprises, and I have insider news they might even get an honourable Shinijoshi member! It’s been a stellar year for them to celebrate!!
Renee lights fireworks that explode into Japan’s cursed deadly number four.
Renee: So please give it up for Shinijoshi! They made Prime the place where joshi tear the House down the most internationally by winning 2022’s WarGames!
The next fireworks cause a number 10 to take the skies.
Renee: And for Narumi! For the rise of the Indy Championship standard to be over a year-long reign and tying the EWC wide top brand championship 10 defences record, with those numbers all mounting! That’s right she transformed to a new level on Halloween, but it’s not her final form!
The last have 100+ into the air.
Renee: Lastly, for Prime! Over 100 shows of wild independent wrestling by the rebel brand of the EWC that goes wild at every event!
The crowd cheer chanting for Shinijoshi, Narumi, and Prime. As Narumi and Renee walk off the stage, Narumi chats with Osoroshii. Narumi’s twin wears a much darker traditional version of the garb Narumi wears, with a dark blue oni mask at her hip.
Masumi: Oi. Your idea of oni and frights are as….colourful as ever. You remain enigmatic to me. You’re the most successful of us, but yet when are you and your friends going to win a tag title as customary to our family?
Narumi: We’re working on it! At least we’ve made it big enough to face the legendary Southern Express in their last match! That’s a huge honour as a team! Megumi and I plan to live up to it.
Mei: Masumi, just admit you’re proud of your sister already so we can go inside to the party.
Masumi:......Yes, I suppose it is not unpleasant to know your quest to strike out on your own as a competitor has found you success and friends.
Narumi suddenly hugs her sister and then drags her into the arena as Renee and Mei follow as the show begins.
We return to ringside where it's time for tonight's action to get underway!
Evans: There you have it folks, Jordan Sharpe is in the building and he is ready for Victor Price and Sour Candy BOTH tonight!
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, from Patterson, New Jersey and weighing in at 198 pounds ... YASIN!
The oriental melody of BELIEVER is let loose through the arena speakers as a green-ish hue covers the lighting. Under quite the positive reaction, Yasin 'Al-Amin' appears on the entrance stage. His posture is quite open as he breathes in the atmosphere, and then punches the air to rile the fans more even up. He walks the ramp, interacting with the front-row fans as he does so. Finally, he walks up the stairs, wipes his feet on the apron before entering the ring, ready for combat.
'Pump It Up' by Joe Budden hits the speakers. The place comes alive! A disco ball rotates high above, casting spinning lights across the crowd. Divewire steps onto the stage with a smile. He motions for the audience to...
Divewire: Get up!
...Well, you heard him!
Reid: And the opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing 207 pounds... The Gravity Neutralizer... DIVEWIRE!!!!
He makes his way to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. He takes centre and points to the disco ball above him.
DING DING DING
Yasin charges at Divewire and hits him with a running uppercut. He whips Divewire but instead pulls him back twisting him into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Divewire gets to his feet but Yasin dumps him to the mat with a spinebuster. Yasin hits and elbow drop. Again, Divewire gets to his feet and again gets driven to the mat, This time it’s with a uranage. Yasin hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire gets a shoulder high off the mat to break the count. Yasin pulls Divewire to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Divewire leapfrogs over Yasin and turns before taking Yasin down with a poisonrana. Yasin gets to his feet but a Japanese arm drag takes him to the mat. Yasin gets to his feet but gets smacked by a spinning backfist and a discus clothesline in quick succession that knocks him to the mat. Yasin climbs to his feet as Divewire climbs the turnbuckles. Divewire dives hitting a missile front dropkick. He makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Yasin pushes his way free to break the count.
Evans: Good quick hitting from both men in this one.
Kushnir: They're trying to make an impression, Marshall! They've made it to PRIME!
Divewire steps through the ropes as Yasin gets to his feet. Divewire springs over the ropes dropping Yasin to the mat with Over It. Yasin crashes to the mat. Divewire rolls him over and makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Yasin rolls to his side breaking the count. Divewire lifts Yasin to his feet and up for a bodyslam. Yasin slips over Divewire’s shoulders before grabbing Divewire for a Certified Halal Slam that drives Divewire to the mat. He grabs a leg as the referee counts.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire just manages to lift a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Evans: That was REALLY close for Yasin there!
Kushnir: Both men are pulling out all the stops here in their first PRIME match!
Both get to their feet. Divewire grabs Yasin and drags him to the corner. Divewire spins for a Tornado DDT but Yasin counters with an atomic drop. Yasin runs at Divewire cracking him with a Dhabihah, Divewire drops to the mat where Yasin makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... YASIN!!!
Evans: A big win for Yasin here on the season finale!
Kushnir: Not the result Divewire was looking for here. However, on this performance, I believe that he could be one to watch in the new season.
Yasin breathes in his victory as he steps though the ropes to the outside. He heads back up the ramp interacting with the fans in the front rows as he passes by.
Evans: Both of these superstars put out a great match to start off our season finale here.
Kushnir: I can tell they're both going to have great seasons in 2023 but Yasin gets the momentum from this one!
The camera cuts to ...
Prime returns from an ad break to the scene of the one and only Megumi of Shinjoshi, wearing her full entrance regalia. It’s immediately clear that she’s in catering as there’s a table full of sweets, sandwiches and other foodstuffs before her. As she looks down at them thoughtfully, we suddenly see a hand clasp her left shoulder. This startles her to the point that she actually jumps in surprise. She tenses up and spins around to see who has snuck up on her, only to find the owner of the red gloved hand is someone entirely unexpected. The camera follows her gaze from that hand, up a toned arm and then to the sleeve of a black t-shirt. Finally the camera rises up and the newest Rampage signee, Hiroko, is revealed as its owner! There’s a pop from the crowd as Hiroko smiles and briefly cups Megumi’s chin in her hand.
Hiroko: “It’s been a long time, Megumi. You’re just as beautiful as the last time I saw you.”
Megumi is flustered by this sudden attention.
Megumi: “H-Hiroko-san?! What are you doing here?”
Hiroko doesn’t answer immediately, but rather smiles demurely at the Shinjoshi member’s reaction. Then she lowers her hand from Megumi’s chin and replies.
Hiroko: “I’m on a quest, my dear Megumi. Someone I’ve been searching for for two years, who seemed to have disappeared entirely, has been seen in the offices of EWC. I thought perhaps this would be a good place to search for the elusive Sena Kanda. Of course, I also came looking for you.”
She steps closer to Megumi, her smile softening.
Hiroko: “Even though we haven't been in the same ring for quite a while, I never stopped thinking about you. Here, this is a gift I brought in case we happened to meet tonight."
Hiroko produces a variety pack of dagashi from behind her back and dramatically holds it out in front of her to present it to Megumi. A bashful smile on her face, Megumi accepts the pack with both hands. The two look deeply into each other’s eyes for a long moment, then Hiroko takes one of Megumi’s hands in hers.
Megumi: “Hiroko-san, it’s wonderful to see you! And thank you for the gift, I haven’t had these in ages.”
Hiroko: “It’s my pleasure to bring a smile to your face, Megumi. Seeing it is a greater treasure than any glory I could achieve in the ring.”
Hiroko bends down and lightly kisses Megumi’s hand, causing Megumi to gasp just a bit. After this lingers for a moment Hiroko gently releases Megumi’s hand and steps back in a sweeping knightly bow.
Hiroko: “For now I must bid you farewell, dear Megumi. We shall meet again very soon on Friday nights.”
As Hiroko confidently strides away, Megumi clutches the box of dagashi close to her chest and looks a bit overwhelmed. We also see a third woman just around the nearby corner, her golden tiger mask instantly identifying her as Seiren. Only once Hiroko is out of ear shot does the Shadow Tiger Princess charge over to Megumi. Even with the mask, the annoyance on Seiren’s face is clear. She steps in front of Megumi and just about glares daggers at the Shinjoshi member.
Seiren: “Oi oi oi! What was that?! Why’s Hiroko-san here all of a sudden? What’s she doing on Prime?”
Megumi's expression is just as confused as Seiren clearly is. She continues clutching the box of snacks to her chest as if it's a supremely rare treasure.
Megumi: "Oh, Seiren-san! I didn't see you there, how are you my friend? How was the sukonbu?"
Seiren pauses, her posture relaxing.
Seiren: "Weirdly good, you're gonna have to tell me where you get them."
A split second later she jabs her left index finger in Megumi's face.
Seiren: "That's beside the point! What's with that cute, girlish reaction?"
Megumi smiles dreamily and her response is very matter of fact.
Megumi: "I'm not sure. But Hiroko-san is very charming, isn't she Seiren-san?"
Seiren smiles whistfully as well.
Seiren: "Yeah, she really is.."
A beat later she shakes that smile.
Seiren: "Hey, that's also beside the point! What does Hiroko-san want? Why is she here?"
Megumi blinks in surprise at Seiren's animated speech and a beat later responds.
Megumi: "Actually Hiroko-san came to see me and gave me some snacks!"
Seiren's eyes narrow as she leans in closer.
Seiren: "Oh, how nice for you. That's all?"
Megumi: "Well she also said she's looking for Kanda Sena-san."
Seiren's eyes grow wider in surprise at this.
Seiren: "Kanda Sena-san. Hiroko-san came all the way to a show she's not even part of to find Kanda Sena-san of all people?!"
Megumi nods.
Megumi: "She said she's been looking for Kanda-san for two years."
Seiren's jaw drops in disbelief.
Seiren: "Are you serious? You're not kidding?"
Megumi's smile grows even more wistful.
Megumi: "I'd never kid about someone like Hiroko-san."
Seiren's hands are on her hips as she continues to stare in a simultaneously dubious and confused fashion. The two look at each other in awkward silence before Megumi's eyes grow wide at a sudden realization.
Megumi: "I should go prepare for tonight's battle before it gets too late. Take care, my friend!"
With that Megumi purposefully strides out of catering, leaving Seiren to stand there in total befuddlement. Slowly, an idea creeps into her mind and a wicked smile into her lips.
Seiren: "So the majestic Rose Knight seeks the elusive Heart Pounding Sky Captain? She's come all this way to find little Sena too. Maybe I'll make that wish come all too true! Muahahhahahaha!"
She throws her head back in delightfully melodramatic laughter. A moment later she collects herself, eyes darting around to see if anyone overheard her over the top proclamation. After a dirty glare to the camera, she turns on her heels and storms out of catering as well. The scene fades into a graphic for the next match.
We return to ringside where it's time for some Tornado action, and we don't mean the Twister sequel!
Evans: Welcome to PRIME indeed for Yasin, let's head into some of tonight's tag-team action!
Reid: The following match, set for one fall, is a Tornado Tag-Team Match!
The familiar old school synth of 'Chase' by Giorgio Moroder hits and The Heat Packers come strutting out, closely accompanied by Dimitri Graves, holding up their index fingers and talking trash to the crowd.
Reid: Joining us first, Being accompanied to the ring by the Dastardly Dimitri Graves, from Memphis, Tennessee, representing Graves Enterprises.... "Dynamite" Dan Funk! "Beautiful" Brodie Dawson! ... THE HEAT PACKERS!!!
The Heat Packers get to the ring and pose in the corner, Dan on the ropes and Brodie on the top rope, holding up their index fingers and talking more trash, asking the crowd "who's the best tag team on the planet?!"
Reid: And the opponents, fighting out of the Fear Factory Dojo and weighing in at a combined 725 lbs... Malice... MAYHEM... DAMAGE INCORPORATED!!!
Pyro explodes across the stage. The light pulses like lightning and Lacey Savage appears wearing a skull bandanna that covers her lower face. When the lightning pulses again a thick smoke rolls in, and from the smoke come two huge figures dressed in matching leather jackets that reach all the way to their matching boots. The two men are wearing full face masks that look like skulls. Each skull face is partially covered by a bandanna, outlaw style. The two men flank Lacey and they all come to stand in the center of the stage.
Removing their masks the group marches in lock step down the ramp to the ring. Once between the ropes the group clusters together in a tight huddle to go over their final game plan, each member sizing up their opponents and getting ready for a war. Malice holds the ropes open for Lacey before the bell rings where she takes her place at ringside where she prepares to aid her team however she can.
DING DING DING
Mayhem runs at Brodie while Malice runs at Dan. Mayhem knocks Brodie over the top rope with a roundhouse kick. Mayhem follows him out of the ring. He hits Brodie with right hands and whips him into the barrier. Brodie staggers forward before Mayhem cracks him with a chair knocking him down. In the ring, Malice and Dan exchange right hands. Dan runs at Malice hitting an axe handle to the shoulder blades of Malice. Dan turns into a raised boot from Mayhem. Dan gets back to his feet where he gets smacked in the face by a bicycle knee from Mayhem. He lifts Dan for a suplex but places him on Malice’s shoulders. Malice drives Dan to the mat with a powerslam and hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Brodie smacks Malice in the ribs with the chair. Mayhem runs at Brodie, but he lifts him into the air and drives him down with a Samoan Drop as Dan hits a Neckbreaker. Dan grabs a leg as the referee covers.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Brodie gets a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Evans: Nice move there almost picked up the win.
Kushnir: Almost but not quite. This match as a lot to go yet.
Brodie rolls out of the ring and slides the ring steps into the ring as Dan unloads on Mayhem with right hands. Dan lifts Mayhem and suplexes him onto the steps. Brodie offers his Greetings From The South as he drops down onto Mayhem with a top rope Splash on the steps. Brodie hooks a leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Malice smacks Brodie on the back with a baseball bat to break the count. Dan runs toward Malice, but he gets cracked in the ribs by the bat. Malice raises the bat but changes his mind and boots Dan in the side of the head. Malice drops the baseball bat and lifts Dan to his feet. He and Mayhem unload on Dan with Shock And Awe. They blast him with the bucklebomb, the knee strike, the running splash and a Spear. Mayhem makes the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Brodie just manages to shove Mayhem to break the count.
Evans: I thought that was all over!
Kushnir: If it wasn’t for Brodie Dawson, it probably would be.
Mayhem grabs Dan and tosses him over the top rope. He runs at Brodie. Brodie ducks and unloads on Mayhem in the corner with punches and kicks. Malice slides the other ring steps into the ring and something square in a cloth bag. Malice pushes the steps together, give or take a few feet, and pulls a pane of glass from the bag. He lays it on the steps and over the gap. Malice punches Brodie in the kidneys and lifts him for an atomic drop. Mahem gets to his feet and runs grabbing Brodie and smashes him through the glass with a neckbreaker. Dan slides into the ring. As he gets to his feet, Malice grabs him. He and Mayhem drive him into the mat with a NailGun. Malice hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winners, via pinfall ... DAMAGE INCORPORATEDD!!!
Evans: A near dominant ending to an otherwise close-run contest. Damage Inc close out the season here on Prime with a big win!
Kushnir: The Heat Packers gave a good fight against two men who are arguably bigger and stronger. Give them the season break to heal up and for Brodie to remove all the glass from his person and they could well be the team to watch next season.
Lacey slides into the ring and she stands between Malice and Mayhem and raises their hands in victory. She then follows as they step over the top rope and head up the ramp.
Evans: Lacey Savage has GOT to be happy with the run her team has been on, knocking off Southern Express, The Bastards, Mechanical Animals and now The Heat Packers!
Kushnir: I would say the momentum is on Damage Inc's side as they head to WrestleFest to bring PRIME home the tag-team championships!
The camera cuts to ...
We go backstage to the Shinijoshi party room where Narumi Tsutsumi, Sonya, Renee Jonae, and Sonya's former employer Emmanuelle are found conversing. Narumi's former clients Osoroshii are also in the background looking bewildered at all the sushi.
Narumi: Emmanuelle, I must thank you again for letting Sonya join us. Before my Prime debut, I proclaimed that Prime would become the hotbed of joshi puroresu, and I feel in each of my youngblood years I've done my part to make that happen. But I have a lot of help in showing the world what joshi can do now. Sonya went as far as winning MVP in her second PPV appearance!
Emmanuelle: Just glad this investment of yours worked out to elevate Sonya, makes me feel so generous I might even give a discount to an heiress when she pays me back for taking my bodyguard.
Sonya and Narumi laugh knowingly at their friend's love of money.
Narumi: At least someone never changes. My baby cousin built a responsible sensei like elder persona, but lately he's always managing to get in limbo without real work, and now he's late!
Renee: Oh that last part's my doing. Since he was essentially jobless AGAIN with nothing better to do, I sent Jay on a job to get a mutual acquaintance. They should be here anytime now.
Just then, Narumi's cousin and Unchained superstar Jaydayne Pendragon enters the room with a surprise retired guest. She's a former EWC champion and international joshi legend.…
Narumi: CLOUD! Glad you could make it!
Stephanie "Cloud" Matsuda: A celebration for a year of joshi excellence and on a night Southern Express retire? Couldn't miss it. I saw what you girls did in WarGames, it made a War Queen proud, if only you had shown up when I was around.
Narumi: Trust me, this is only the beginning!
Emmanuelle looks on, confused in the middle of this.
Emmanuelle: Hey! Jaydayne, shouldn't you be locked in a mysterious place somewhere after you were abducted about a year ago? If you're free to roam around, you're free to schedule my title match and pay me!
Matsuda: …True, I was letting it slide since I'm not wrestling, but you and your corporate stooge crew owe me too.
Jaydayne eyes momentarily widen in shock realizing he's about to get chewed out for more things he does not control, but he tries to play it off with wisdom.
Jaydayne: Sometimes thunderclaps in clear skies; life is unpredictable. I'm also supposed to be doing a Mexico tour with the EWC, but I'm here instead. Life happens, and we move on like the water flows.
Emmanuelle and Matsuda: We don't!
Pendragon tries to distract from the situation.
Jaydayne: What's with all this sushi? It’s good, but a bit much.
Narumi: I heard there was a guy on the roster who was a cook from back home and thought it would be frugal to get his help.
The sushi chef of Utori Sushi Yoshiharu Kubo enters with another sushi tray.
Kubo: First time ever any wrestlers order from us! Utori Sushi is the best sushi you'll ever taste! Do wait a moment, the best sushi needs time! Come by our store in Japan next time for the authentic experience!
The entire rooms look at him, then shrug and take further portions with smiles as their party gathering rages on.
We return to ringside where there's a title shot on the line!
Evans: Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's time for some three way dance action! Winner gets a championship match on the season premier!
Reid: The following match is a Triple Threat Match. Joining us first, residing on the Other Side Of Darkness and weighing in at 115 pounds ... SEIREN!
'Rising' hits as the arena and ramp lights strobe between blue and purple. On the X Tron purple clouds swirl, eventually Seiren's name forms out of glowing light blue katakana, then in English. Seiren steps out through the curtain, dramatically throwing her entrance cape out to either side. She strides down to the ring confidently while not bothering to acknowledge the cheering fans. Seiren leaps to the ring apron, rushes to the corner and ascends the turnbuckles. After striking a pose with arms out to both sides, Seiren sits on the top turnbuckle and causally waits for the bell.
Reid: And the opponents, first from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 135 pounds ... AMBER LISA HALL!
Run It came blasting over the speakers as Amber stood on the top of the ramp with her leather jacket on with a smirk across her face. She comes out playing to the crowd a bit before she climbs inside of the ring. She takes off her jacket with a smile looking over at the opponents with a grin ready to start
Reid: And finally, residing in Gainesville, Florida and weighing in at 121 pounds ... ALYSON CROSS!
The moment "Unstoppable" by Eva Under Fire starts to play, a video package starts rolling on the X-Tron as Alyson Cross steps through the curtain. The crowd seems to have mixed reaction upon her arrival. Alyson waves to the crowd before descending down the ramp and sliding into the ring. Alyson pushes herself back up to a vertical base before hopping on the nearest turnbuckle.
DING DING DING
Amber runs at Seiren hitting a cross body block that sends Seren rolling from the ring. Amber turns to face Cross but gets dropkicked. Cross whips Amber but pulls Amber back into a single arm DDT. As Amber gets to her feet, Cross climbs the turnbuckles and dives with a Say Cheese crossbody. Before she makes a cover, Seiren drags her out of the ring. Seiren slides into the ring and makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Amber gets a shoulder off the mat. Seiren lifts Amber to her feet and hits Amber with a stiff forearm that dazes Amber. Seiren runs off the ropes and hits a bulldog. Seiren runs off the ropes and hits a shining wizard. Before Seiren can make a cover, Cross slides into the ring and rolls up Seiren with a school boy. The referee counts.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Seiren rolls out of the pin attempt. Cross gets to her feet and turns into a powerslam from Amber. She hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Cross gets a shoulder up off the mat to break the count.
Evans: All three coming close to victory here.
Kushnir: Still early goings.
Amber lifts Cross to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Amber runs off the opposite ropes and crashes into Cross with a Drive By that sends her flying across the ring. Amber makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Seiren dives in to break the count. Seiren takes a few steps back before charging at Amber and cracking her across the face with a Square Hammer. She makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Cross shoves Seiren off Amber to break the count. Seiren gets to her feet but Cross grabs her arms hitting Cross Contamination. She rolls her over and hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Amber grabs at Cross’ leg and pulls her to break the count.
Evans: So close but so far!
Kushnir: That third person problem strikes again.
Seiren gets to her feet and she grabs Amber. Seiren runs hitting Amber with a Sky Cutter. Cross grabs Seiren and pulls her to her feet before smacking Seiren in the face with a Crosswalk. She covers Seiren!
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... ALYSON CROSS!!!
Evans: A big win to close out the season for Alyson Cross!
Kushnir: It was but she will know how close Amber Lisa Hall and Seiren came. This match could easily have gone their way and I’m sure they will know that too.
Cross climbs to the turnbuckles and celebrates her win with the cheering crowd before rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp. She stops now and again to engage with some fans, but not all.
Evans: That is a huge win for Cross, she gets the W here and she'll be getting a huge opportunity at the start of next season!
Kushnir: All three women came super close to winning this one, but Alyson pulled out the win and the crowd is very excited for her! Great match!
The camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage inside the FTX Arena to Prime’s Jenna Salvatore, who has a giant smile on her face as she looks into the camera
Salvatore: Ladies and gentlemen of Miami and of Prime, please help me welcome at this time…and for the LAST time here on Showtime, the former two time EWC Tag Team Champions of the World, the Record Breaking…History Making…Division Defining tag team that we all grew to love here in the EWC and I for one am sad to see go, for the last time please welcome along with their manager Bunny Love…Bobby Rose, Jimmy Lane…THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
The fans inside the FTX Arena explode in cheers as the camera pulls back to show Bobby Rose on her right and Jimmy Lane on her left, Bunny Love standing next to Jimmy as the two men wave to the camera
Salvatore: Gentlemen, three years ago you debuted right here on Prime in Tampa, Florida and I for one looked at you two and was just hoping that neither of you would break a hip out there in the ring…yes, I grew up hearing the stories about the legendary Southern Express and yes, it was really cool seeing you guys out there in the ring but like so many I wondered if you ‘still had it’...
She smiles as Bobby and Jimmy shrug…the crowd out in the arena break out into a chant
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
Bobby and Jimmy smiles as the crowd gets louder and louder
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
THEY STILL GOT IT!!!
Bobby motions for them to settle down, to allow Jenna to continue
Salvatore: YES THEY DO!!! We watched as you brought the EWC Tag Team Championships of the World here to Prime, we watched as they went on their historic run, 445 days, 10 successful championship defenses…beating champion after champion along the way…becoming the two time EWC Tag Team of the Year in 2020 and 2021…winning the EWC Champions of the Year last season…you showed the EWC age does not matter and that tag team wrestling could be cool again and now tonight, you return to where it all started, right here on Prime as you wrestle your final match here in the EWC in a Miami Street Fight against the reigning Indy Champion, Narumi Tsutumi and Megumi Sengoku of Senshi of the Blade!!!
The fans cheer this match as Bobby nods
Rose: Listen, three years ago when Tommy Love called us out of the blue and pitched this idea for us to come here to Prime and be managed by his daughter who had ZERO managerial experience we thought…
Lane: HOW DRUNK ARE YOU!!!
Bunny nods and shrugs, understanding what they are saying
Rose: We were wrestling on small promotions, over in the UK and Europe, making some money here and there but we wanted one more run…one more run at cementing our legacy and what better place to do so than right here in the EWC!!!
Lane: We watched as teams like NSFW, ReBelle, Mucho Grande! and DSR Vol 2 hold those championships, we were fans but we always wondered…
Rose: How could we do against the EWC’s best and well…we won those championship belts and elevated them to heights nobody could dream of…
Lane: Not even us…
Rose: We went out to that ring week after week and took on some of the greats, DSR Vol 2, Jordan Sharpe and Faith Rivers, Blue Phoenix, The Psych Ward, The Xtreme Ravagers, The Young Lions, The Wicked and The Divine, Stitches X Nevaeh, Sabotage…Rustin Roulette, The Halo Syndicate
Lane: Tag Teams that were right there on the cusp, like The Texas Angels, The Omega Commandos, The Mechanical Animals, The Next Level and our opponents tonight, Senshi of the Blade…
Rose: We understood that we denied a lot of tag teams that might have been able to call themselves the EWC Tag Team Champions of the World had it not been for us and Senshi of the Blade was one of those teams…TWICE we stalled their runs towards those championships and we know they still have their eyes on them and even though we are walking out the door a win over us still raises eyebrows…a win over us can still skyrocket you up the rankings…
Lane: And while there was a time that the ladies thought we had NOTHING to offer them tonight we offer them one hell of a prize…
Rose: A chance to get that win that we have denied them TWICE outside this very arena in a Miami Street Fight!!!
Lane: And we know, they are feeling pretty confident, given their WarGames win over The House but ladies…we aren’t The House!!!
Rose: WE heard you talk about the names you’ve beaten IN SINGLES MATCHES in these types of violent matches but ladies…we are no strangers to violence and our list of names well…it’s more impressive!!!
Lane: Ace King, El Pablo, Stephanie Matsuda, Phoenix Winterborn, Stitches, Nevaeh, TYler Bradford…ALL CHAMPIONS HERE IN THE EWC!!!
Rose: And while this won’t be a ‘traditional’ tag team match tonight we all have a partner to count on out there and the two of you, well it’s been awhile since it’s just been the two of you as a team…
Lane: The Season Premier of Prime was the last time we saw Senshi of the Blade team up and that night…WE BEAT YOU!!!
Rose: In fact it’s been well over a year since Senshi of the Blade last had a tag team win and tonight you return to the division to face the heart and soul of the division in their last match here in the EWC…and you think we won’t give it all out there…
Lane: We can empty the tank without a care in the world because we don’t have a Indy Championship to defend next month…in fact we won’t even have to care if we can walk out of Miami or not…
Rose: See I can jump off those stairs out there and shatter my knees while Jimmy breaks his tailbone if that means winning…we can empty the tank because there is NO TOMORROW FOR THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
Lane: The Southern Express Farewell turns comes to an end right here in Miami, Florida and it ends with us getting out hands raised for a THIRD time over Senshi of the Blade…
Rose: So as Marvin Gaye said, ‘Let’s Get It On!!!’...
Bobby and Jimmy high five as they walk off camera, Bunny looks at Jenna
Love: That’s not what he meant guys…damn it…
Bunny shakes her head as she walks off toward the guys as Jenna just smiles
Salvatore: God I’m going to miss them!!!
Jenna smiles as the camera fades out ....
We return back to the Shinijoshi party, where Sonya checks her phone and informs Narumi.
Sonya: They're about ready.
Renee: Then we'll leave you to your EWC friends Narumi. Jay and I will show the girls around Miami.
While everyone leaves Narumi and Sonya to continue preparations for a Shinijoshi celebratory meeting, Stephanie Matsuda lingers on for a moment staring at Narumi.
Matsuda: I've heard you beat Scorpio a few times. Congratulations. But he is unrelenting about creating the changes he envisions, just like us, don't underestimate him.
Narumi: I know, I'm ready if it comes to that. He's been on my tail all season. But I'm leaving him to Aiya to handle for now, she's a killer that can end him and then we can have an honourable bout at Wrestlefest.
Matsuda's eyes narrow into a piercing gaze, while Renee returns to get her.
Matsuda: Fighting a friend is even more dangerous, for someone with a soft spot in her heart, it's a weakness to exploit.
Narumi's happy expression turns into a scowl.
Narumi: Just because I haven't crossed the line like you did doesn't mean I'm weak. I'm just going about things my oni way. I'll show the world the splendid wonders and thrills of the joshi wrestling art form!
Matsuda looks at Renee and Narumi.
Matsuda: Heh. Everything I did was to elevate the culture. For both black women and joshi. Narumi, I've heard you broke the Indy Championship records and even tied other records outside of it. That's the type of change I always wanted to see in this place so I won't criticize you too much. I'm rooting for you to change the world, champ. But if you want to change the status quo to its core, you better never let yourself or your ops get comfortable.
The two share a look before Stephanie pats Narumi on her shoulder and takes her leave with Renee. Narumi clutches her Indy Championship as concern momentarily washes over her. Sonya touches her on the shoulder, and then Narumi smiles and nods to move on to their final celebration and we go to ....
We return to ringside where an old grudge is about to be settled on PRIME!
Evans: One upon a time, an already eliminated Dalilah Ashe threw Nevaeh 17 floors off a building in a Helevator Match! Nevaeh clearly feels she never got her revenge because she's back on PRIME and that match, is next!
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:The following match is set for one fall. Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is...NEEEEVEAHHHHHH!
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.
Announcer Name: And now 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
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
DING DING DING
Nevaeh runs at Ashe with a Lou Thez press before smashing the back of Ashe’s head on the mat. Nevaeh runs off the ropes hitting a one handed bulldog. Ashe pulls herself to her feed but gets dropped with a spike DDT. As Ashe gets to her feet again, Nevaeh runs and blasts Ashe with a spear. She hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe gets a shoulder off the mat. Nevaeh pulls Ashe to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Ashe ducks and counters with a front flip stunner. Nevaeh staggers around the ring where Ashe grabs her hitting an implant buster. Ashe then runs off the ropes cracking Nevaeh with a v-trigger knee smash. Nevaeh drops to the mat. Ashe rolls her over and makes a cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Nevaeh just manages to raise a shoulder.
Evans: How’d she kick out of that? I saw z emojis coming from Nevaeh, she was out!
Kushnir: Emojis?
Ashe pulls Nevaeh to her feet and spins her around. And drops her to the mat with a Momento Mori. Ashe wrenches at the hold as Nevaeh battles to free herself. Nevaeh eventually gets a toe to the rope to break the count. Ashe climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps back for a Decending Angel. She crashes down on nothing as Nevaeh rolls to the side at the last second. Ashe slowly gets to her feet with a hand pressed on her back. Nevaeh runs at Ashe hitting Cast Out Of Heaven. Ashe flies back and crashes tro the mat where Nevaeh covers.
ONE...
TWO...
THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe just manages to get a shoulder off the mat.
Evans: Her neck snapped back after that kick and still Dalilah Ashe kicks out.
Kushnir: Nevaeh has gone from snoozin’ to causing a bruisin’ with that kick.
Both slowly get to their feet. Nevaeh grabs Ashe and positions her for a Fall From Grace. Navaeh falls back but Ashe grabs the top rope to counter. Nevaeh lands hard on the mat. Nevaeh slowly gets to her feet where Ashe grabs her. Ashe wipes the hair from her face and Nevaeh’s before planting a kiss on Nevaeh’s lips but Nevaeh pushes her away. Dalilah hits the ropes, comes back and tackles Nevaeh over the top rope! She backs up, hits the ropes again and flies through with a suicide dive that crashes them both against the barricade outside with a sickly thud! Both women are down and the referee begins to count! Neither one stir as he hits a five count. Finally they begin to get to their feet at eight but it's not enough as they both fail to answer the count of ten!
DING DING DING
Reid: The refree has declared this match, as a result of a countout ... A DRAW!!
Evans: These two just sacrificed themselves and neither one could come up with the victory!
Kushnir: I don't think this is the end of these two, they're not going to be happy with a draw. We gotta run this one back!
Ashe blows a kiss at Nevaeh before stumbling up the ramp as Nevaeh seethes at ringside.
Evans: One might wonder if Nevaeh might call the indies her home again in 2023, she certainly looked at home here again right up until the end!
Kushnir: Dalilah was right there too, and she is looking like a force to be reckoned with next season as well.
The camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage at the FTC arena where we see Jordan Sharpe in his dressing room, preparing for his match with Victor Price. As he starts to wrap his hands and wrists, a knock is heard off camera. Jordan doesn’t even acknowledge it. A moment later, the door is heard opening and Jordan looks up, not showing any reaction to whomever it is. The camera pans out to reveal that it is the General Manager of Paramount Wrestling, Chris Brock.
The Miami crowd pops hard for Brock. Both men stare at each other for a moment.
JFS: Well look at this. If it isn't the one and only Chris Brock! What the hell are you doing here, dude?
Brock: You think I'm not going to attend a show in my home state? Besides, you might be retiring, but you are still a member of my roster… At least for a little while longer tonight.
Brock smirks as the camera slowly focuses on his neck, the scar visible from his last visit to Prime.
JFS: You sure you want to be hanging around here? This place is like the wild west sometimes and last time it didn't exactly work out well for you. Besides, everyone who has anything to do with me ends up in the hospital.
Brock: Shut that shit down right now Jordan.
Silence.
Brock: Look, you may not have been under my purview for long, but if there is one thing that I know about you it’s that you have a fight in you that is longer than Dio’s alleged endowment.
Jordan cocks his head, unsure as to how to answer that.
Brock: You don’t ever quit Jordan. Not now, not ever, and especially not with the power of Prime in the balance. That prick Price has been taking pot shots at me all year, and when I told him to put up or shut up, he sent one of my own roster after me and she stabbed me in the fuckin’ throat. So I want you to go out there, get in that ring and punch him square in that stupid face of his, you got that?
JFS: Oh I've got a lot on my mind and I think punching is exactly what I need right now. And God damnit does Victor Price need many, many punches.
Both men nod.
Brock: Now, aside from watching Price get a JFS sized ass whipping tonight, I have another item on the agenda for you… Candy.
JFS: Yeah she's unfortunately lurking around here somewhere. The pint sized elephant in the room.
Brock: Now hear me out. You can’t keep dodging her man. Especially when you are about to potentially walk out of here as the GM of Prime. She will make your life a living hell and you know it.
Jordan sighs to himself.
JFS: I've heard this a lot lately. And now she's got Carley. Another thing that's my fault.
Brock: All I'm saying it think about that. Do you want to go into a gig like GM with that kind of baggage?
JFS: You're right… boss.
Brock: Now, one last thing… When you get done beating Price’s Ass and you’re looking at plans for Prime next season.. Come talk to me. I got something in mind that might just change the game for you and me. Good luck Jordan. I’ll be talking to you later I'm sure.
Jordan looks puzzled as the camera cuts to…
We return to ringside where Damon Reid stands ready to call the next contest.
Evans: Didn't expect Chris Brock to be here tonight, but everyone comes out for a big show like this! Let's get into some tag-team action!
Reid is just about to begin calling the bout when a voice bellows over the PA. Damon looks around confused as it goes on.
King Flip: Just because I don't watch this show doesn't mean I can't come over any fucking time I want to. There are plenty of little light blue fish for this shark to chew through. But tonight... this is about calling it straight. Down. The line.
No music, no tron, no pyrotechnics. King Flip emerges from behind the curtain wearing a referee shirt. He smiles with a wave to an emphatic level of jeering from the crowd. It doesn't seem to phase the man, however, as he happily makes his way down the aisleway brandishing the cast on his right wrist.
King Flip: I'm sorry. You're probably pretty good at your job, but, I'm going to need you to leave.
The boos escalate as Flip enters the ring and sits on the second rope, ushering Damon Reid to take his ball and go home. Reid non-verbally protests for a moment. This brings Flip back to his feet and he has a few words to say to Reid. The announcer wearily shakes his head and exits the ring with a swiftness. The crows continues its rather audible protest to deaf ears.
King Flip: Thank you. Now, the following contest is a tag team match SCHEDULED. FOR. ONE FAAAAALL. Coming to the ring first, from the happy hills of music production and ass workouts, weighing in at just enough to sit and spin, she is LADY. STARDUST. Put your motherfucking hands together... for IGGGGGYYYYYY SWAAAAAANGOOOO!
The guitar strums of 'Moonage Daydream' echo through the arena as the lights dim low. Strobe lights begin to flash on stage. Soon, Iggy Swango walks from behind the curtain as smog engulfs her. She pauses, adjusts her sun glasses, before making her way down the ramp. Its a slow deliberate walk, as she is clearly vibing to the music. After entering the ring, She looks up to the ceiling, and throws her hands up in a classic rock and roll pose. Iggy starts bouncing on the stage and rocking out with an air bass playing along with the music before making her way down the ramp. Iggy rolls under the bottom rope and pops up on her knees in the middle of the ring. She slowly stands her to her feet before raising her hands into the air once more.
King Flip: And her partner for the evening, from Iggy Swango's dressing room, weighing in at about 105 percent of my own personal weight, he is ONE HALF of the World's tag team championship number one contenders... he is the hanger of banana hammocks, he is the monster underneath your bed, he is... DIIIIIIIOOOOOOO!!
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.
King Flip: Coming to the ring first. Head of the HOUSEhold. The lightweight heavyweight. Hailing from fuck if I remember, weighing in at probably around 220 pounds... He is Extreme Wrestling's GOOD FRIEND... JAAAAACK SEEEEVEEEERN!
'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.
King Flip: And his PARTNER for the evening! Surely being accompanied by a small army of smaller folks. From Japaaaaaan, weighing in at 347 empty cheeto bags worth of pounds... he is ONE HALF of the World's tag team champions... the LITTLE BASTARD JAMIIIE LOOOOOOOVE!
'Notorious' By Adalitas Way hits the PA system and Jamie walks out from behind the curtain with a smirk on his face and his half of the tag teams championships around his waist. Next to him is his girlfriend Sara who is carrying the bloody kendo stick she used to assault Ruthann Hunter and a glare in her eyes as she looks out at the crowd. Behind him on either side are Tommy and Maria Love, Maria giving him last minute advice and his father insulting the fans in the front row as Jamie rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring where he immediately gets to his feet and climbs to the middle turnbuckle where he unbuckles his title and holds it up in the air as he gives everyone at ringside the finger.
DING DING DING
Both teams are in their respective corners, discussing with one another about who of each team will start the contest. Jack Severn pets Jamie on the shoulder and assures the little Bastard that it should be Severn starting out. Unbeknownst to them SnD decided to bring the fight and open with a double dropkick to the back of PRIME TIME. Jack goes crashing into Jamie who gets sandwiched between Severn and the turnbuckle pretty painfully. The power couple stays on the offensive, lifting Severn up to toss him from the ring. Jackie boy shoves their hands away and starts fighting back with right hands and quick elbows to Swango and Dio respectively. Love slowly gets back to a vertical base and the ring is a madhouse of furious blows with both teams vying for the upper hand. Flip positions just right for Love to accidentally bump into him, causing the King to make a ruckus. This distracts both Love and Severn for less than a second. But the moment gives both Swango and Dio the opening to get another double dropkick off that sends the Severn and Love Connection bounding out of the ring. The audience shows their displeasure, even given who was duped, but Flip continues to motion that he'll be calling the bout right down the center. Finally, Dio makes his way to his corner as Severn reassures Love that he's still the right guy to start the match. Jack walks up the steel steps and reenters the ring, leaving Jamie Love to take to his corner.
Evans: This is already a chaotic start here.
Kushnir: Something tells me King Flip doesn't have a referee license.
Severn and Swango trade gnarly European uppercuts back and forth. Jack easily gains momentum here as he nails uppercut after uppercut bringing his opponent to a free corner. Jack takes a few steps back, making sure the referee isn't in the way again, then rushes into a nasty running Euro uppercut in the corner. Then a KNIFE EDGE chop. Fans reluctantly 'WHOOOOO' throughout the arena. Jack soaks it in while disparaging the crowd, causing another sea of jeers to hit PRIME TIME. He returns to his opponent for a second chop that connects. Even Flip 'WHOOOO's with the audience. They don't like that. It even startles Jack for a second. He goes for a third chop but Swango jockeys and switches positions with Severn and follows with an ECHOING slap to the face. Flip 'WHOOOO's by himself that time. Jack and Iggy go right back to exchanging blows with neither gaining an upper hand. Jamie Love springs onto the top turnbuckle just as Severn rolls underneath a clothesline. Spinning back elbow from the Love Bug connects!
Evans: Now that was a stiff elbow!
Kushnir: I think I can still feel the chops ...
Severn rolls right into trouble as well with Dio springboarding himself over the ropes. LAERTIUS EFFECT! Dio and Love get up simultaneously. Jamie with the lower vertical base easily gets Dio to the canvas with a sweep of the legs and quickly goes for his lion tamer finisher. Dio and Jamie are fresh but it seems the tag champ is a little nimbler. He easily works against Dio's physical protests and locks in the submission. The Love Lock! Flip looks like he wants to do something, but he doesn't. He slides into position and begins asking Dio if he's going to submit. Meanwhile, Swango gets to her feet a moment sooner than Jack Severn. It doesn't matter. Codebreaker! Severn still connects with his out-of-nowhere signature maneuver. Severn quickly grips his opponent's leg for the pinfall. Once again, the crowd is getting involved, counting to as far as six before Jack shoots up aggressively. Flip is still asking Dio if he's going to submit as Jack angrily steps forward to not-so-gently remind the referee that neither Dio nor Jamie Love are legally tagged into the match. Flip comes to his feet and agrees. He starts counting against Jamie Love to break the hold. Love drops the lion tamer at three with the damage looking to be done. Dio grabs for his lower back as he rolls out of the ring. Flip makes sure Love returns to his corner before getting into position to count the pinfall.
ONE!
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TWO!!
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Easy kick out by Iggy Swango.
Evans: Yeah, that one's not gonna do it that easy.
Kushnir: Is Flip actually calling this down the middle?
Severn lifts Swango by the hair. Iggy breaks the hold and plants Jack on his face with a swift snap DDT. An audible reaction comes from the audience as Lady Stardust slowly gets to her corner for the tag. Flip is out of position, his back to the opposing corner as this tag happens. Jack does get the tag off with Jamie but Flip doesn't see it and freaks out at Jamie Love when he comes roaring into the ring. King referee places himself between Dio and Jamie, counting furiously at the Love Bug while Dio goes to work on Jack Severn who is still on his hands and knees on the canvas. Flip gets to a four count before Jamie stops arguing with him and goes back to his corner in a fuss. The Philosopher is able to lift The Catalyst into the air and lock him into a torture rack in the center of the ring. The striped-up King is right there to ask if Jack Severn would like to submit and this jolts Severn into fighting back. He is barely able to grab a handful of hair and jerk Dio by the neck. Dio stumbles but for a second, but it's still long enough for Jack to break free from the hold and stumble onto the canvas. Both men slowly turn around and it's Severn who gets a thumb to Dio's eye and rolls him up.
ONE!
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TWO!
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Dio barely kicks out of the slow count. Jack doesn't have time to fight about it. He rolls through the kick out and leaps to tag Jamie Love in. The World's tag team champion bounds over the ropes in a flip and connects with a running basement dropkick to the face of his opponent before he can tag in Iggy Swango. Once again, Jamie grabs Dio by the legs and tries to lock in the Love Lock. Dio pulls his legs into his torso and launches Jamie across the ring with double boots to the chest. Love is right back up, but so is Dio. They collide with a clothesline on one another, hit the canvas again, and are at a vertical base once again. They trade elbow strikes with a fury. Out of nowhere the special referee shouts for both men to stop. This pauses the action for only a second as he yells out to the crowd.
King Flip: This tag match... is now a dance battle!
They swiftly ignore that bullshit and continue throwing blows. Dio gains the upper hand with a quicker flurry. Jack Severn and Iggy Swango both come out of their corners, raging toward one another and the match has completely devolved. Flip can't get it under control. Severn and Swango and jockeying for the advantage in a grapple as they slam right into Dio and Jamie, bursting all four wrestlers into opposite directions after banging heads into one another. Jamie Love is stumbling to one knee. Dio kicks into third gear. LEARTIUS EFFECT! Dio hits his finisher on Jamie and Iggy Swango spears Jack Severn through the ropes and out of the ring. Dio lifts the leg for the pinfall.
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DING DING DING
Reid: And your winners, via pinfall, IGGY SWANGO AND DIO! Evans: This was all over the place, but Dio and Iggy pick up the win!
Kushnir: They just had more chemistry, Marshall. They, ahem, know each other's bodies very well.
Iggy jumps into Dio's arms as they start heading up the ramp, Jamie Love rolls out onto the floor and Flip is enjoying some yogurt at ringside as he finishes up and strolls after Dio and Iggy. Jack Severn stands seething in the ring. Dimitri Graves walks down and approaches him, taking a microphone in the process.
Graves: What’s happened to you, Jack? You were winning left and right, on your way to singles gold! And now what? You’re afraid to use a chair on Narumi? I hand you Jamie Love on a silver platter and you decide you suddenly respect him too much to teach him a proper lesson? Maybe it’s time you take another break, before you stop making me money.
Severn grabs a mic, angrily stepping towards Graves.
Severn: Money? Is this what this is about? I’m here because I LOVE wrestling. Not to make YOU money. So if you’re gonna fire me, because you see me as damaged goods now or whatever it may be, then DO IT!
Graves chuckles.
Graves: Why would I fire you when I know the Devil is still inside you, Jack. I just need to bring it out. I need the man who earned that shot against Narumi back. The man who almost ended Ace King’s career needs to come back! Or else… You can die trying.
Severn raises an eyebrow when HE’S SUDDENLY ATTACKED FROM BEHIND BY A HOODED FIGURE! The figure pulls Jack by the hair and SLAMS him down with a lariat!
Graves: I gave you everything here in the EWC, you JACKASS! And you constantly repay me by FAILING! Well I just found someone who hasn’t failed all season. Someone who I know can either turn you into a diamond under pressure… or finally put you out of your misery.
The figure takes off his hood… IT’S KU!!!
As Jack crawls to the corner of the ring, trying to sit up, KU TAKES HIM BACK DOWN WITH THE FINAL BULLET!
Graves: You see, my GOOD FRIEND, after witnessing your failure at YoungBlood, I put out a lucrative open contract for a future singles match with you. I was looking for someone who was willing to kill you if that’s what it took. That’s where this wonderful Japanese assassin KU comes in, who was quite willing to sign the contract. If you can beat him, but at this point I doubt you will, you can keep your Graves Enterprises contract, plus any renegotiations you want. You’ll have impressed me enough to have earned them. But when you lose, I’m cutting your dead weight. And you know what that means… Your Graves Enterprises contract is tied to your EWC contract. No Dimitri Graves, no Jack Severn in the EWC. And where shall this match happen? Well, I had a little meeting with management, and I got your funeral to be on one of the grandest stages possible… WRESTLEFEST! You’re nothing without me, Jack, and you need to APPRECIATE what I’ve done for you! Now, KU, my killer, GET THIS JOBBER OUT OF MY RING!
KU nods and drags Jack up… HITTING HIM WITH A POWERBOMB STUN GUN! Jack falls out of the ring and medical staff immediately checks on him. Dimitri begins counting to 10 annoyingly slowly as KU takes the mic.
KU: At YOUNGBLOOD, my numbers were accurate. SHOHEI was the weakest link, and SHOHEI lost that match… but if you check my record, I am still flawless on the year. My undefeated streak continues. And then Mr. Graves here, he offered me a lot of money and all I have to do is win one more match, against someone on a downward spiral straight to hell. To be quite honest, I'd have done this for free. Jack's face is just, it's a punchable face, a breakable jaw and blindable eyes. This will be fun for me Jack. Rest up boy, I'll see you at WRESTLE FEST.
KU drops the mic as Dimitri finishes his obnoxious ten count, signifying a “count out loss” for Jack.
Evans: What a huge announcement! KU vs Jack Severn, Streak vs Career, at WrestleFest!
Kushnir: I never thought I’d say this, but I’m kind of rooting for Jack here! Dimitri needs his ego put in check!
Evans: But can Jack defeat the unstoppable weapon that is KU? For all we know, Japan is Jack’s Kryptonite! This seems like an intentional message sent, not just to Jack, but to the rest of The House! They must trust in their Patriarch!
Kushnir: Absolutely disgusting. We’ll see where The House’s loyalty lies when the time comes, I guess, but we must move on with the show!
The camera cuts to ...
Victor Price is in the zone. Getting ready for the match against Jordan Sharpe. He doesn’t hear the knock at first, but hears the second round of door pounding.
Price: Come in.
He turns away from the door as it opens, taking out his earbuds, placing them on the table. He turns to see a familiar face with chiseled features topped with bleach blonde hair.
Price: What the hell are you doing here?
The man in the Golden Jacket takes a few confident steps forward while pulling down on his jacket.
Man in Golden Jacket: That’s how you greet me? A man you almost made Brawl GM. Seems a lot has changed around here. Maybe I am here to help make sure you beat Jordan Sharpe.
Price: I don’t need your help. What do you want?
Man in Golden Jacket: Smile Victor. I am coming back to EWC. The most hated man to ever grace the EWC stage, will be the Indy Champion by Stranglemania of 2023. Or maybe I’ll just win the Showtime Broadcast Championship first. Maybe both.
Victor Price does not smile. He still seems annoyed, as many PRIME competitors will soon. As the entirety of the EWC soon will be at the reemergence of this drama queen.
Price: Why Prime? Why would I want you here after all the shit you started in FSW? And Brawl.
The man in the Golden Jacket’s jaw drops. The audacity of Victor Price. How dare he speak to greatness like that.
Man in Golden Jacket: What kind of bullshit question is that, Victor? It was not my fault the handful of collective General Managers had it out for me. You knew it on Brawl. Hence the match you lost for me. Or I would’ve been Brawl GM. As for FSW, Uprising. It was the fault of their bias and incompetency, not me. It was not my fault Brock couldn’t handle all this talent. Tried and tried as he did, he couldn’t stop me from becoming the biggest name on the brand. He doesn’t deserve me. He still couldn’t handle an enigma like me on his Paramount roster.
Victor Price still wants this end since it started. Annoyance is written all over his face.
Price: So, you say. Ok great. You’re joining PRIME. You could’ve just signed the contract. Why are you here?
The man in the Golden Jacket starts to laugh then walk away. Grabbing the door handle he turns with a mischievous grin on his face.
Man in the Golden Jacket: Just to ruin your mood before your big match. Good luck tonight, Victor. Hope this wasn’t a waste of my time.
Victor Price just shakes his head, reaching for his earbuds. As a person, this is terrible news, as a GM, it is also terrible news. This dude is the Gold Standard for bad news. But he will sell tickets and merch, so that’s great for corporate.
The camera cuts to ......
Aiya: Hope I’m the best kind of late; fashionably so. Sorry about that.
Narumi: You’re just on time! The celebrations are just reaching their peak and you brought our guest of honour! We know you’ve had better days and were in the hospital but we’re glad you’ve made it to Prime Saidie! We missed you for Prime 100 and our win at WarGames. This is just as much your party as it is ours!
Saidie gives a puzzled look, but then Narumi unveils an honorary Shinijoshi party hat and puts it on Saidie’s head.
Narumi: Ta-da! We’ve been thinking, you’ve been a good friend for a long time and now that you and Aiya are an item we should make your link to the Shinijoshi official!
Saidie: Oh. My god. You guys are being legit right now?
Saidie makes a surprised happy face and looks at the group, who mostly nod excitedly just before Megumi steps forward with a complicated paper form with Japanese writing on it.
Megumi: Objection! I want to see her fill out our requirements form first! Namely, does she know the ingredients to cook my favour-
The rest of the Shinijoshi members humorously snatch the paper away as Megumi pouts and then is given her favourite sukonbu seaweed snack. Saidie turns towards Aiya to make sure it’s not a prank.. Aiya’s smirk widens as an idea comes to her and she grabs Saidie’s cheek and proceeds to pinch it.
Narumi: Let it be known that when anyone messes with you, they mess with us.
Aiya: And if anyone’s stupid enough to hurt you in front of me? They’re going to regret it even more so.
Saidie looks as if she's going to cry.
Saidie: This is… you guys are the best!! This is the best day ever!
Narumi: Oh Saidie, that’s nice to hear. You know what the best part is? Being allowed to strike our pose! Go on!
Saidie looks at the others as they approve, and she strikes the double deuces Shinijoshi pose as they celebrate and blow party horns. The others then join in on doing their pose for a touching shot as the show continues.
We return to ringside where it's time for the Southern Express to ride off into the sunset!
Evans: Alright ladies and gentlemen it's time for us to put the exclamation point on another rivalry as Senshi of the Blade take on Southern Express!
The electric guitar kicks in to 'Stranglehold' as the crowd gets to their feet, some of the older females in the crowd start to scream like they did when they were younger as Bunny Love walks out onto the stage and is quickly followed by Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane
Reid: The following match, set for one fall, is a Miami Street Fight. Joining us first being accompanied to the ring by Bunny Love, from Nashville, Tennessee, They are ...Bobby Rose and Jimmy Lane ... THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS!!!
Bunny leads the way as the pair reach out and high five with the fans as the walk to the ring, Bunny marches up the steps and steps through the ropes as Bobby and Jimmy climb up onto the apron and step through the ropes and head to opposite corners, Jimmy climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and Bobby stands in the corner as both men toss out bandannas to the crowd as Bunny stands in the middle of the ring holding up her arms and pointing to her charges.
Reid: And the opponents, at a combined 255 pounds Narumi Tsutsumi and Megumi ... SENSHI OF THE BLADE!
“Some Like it Hot!!” By Raon Lee hits as Narumi Tsutsumi and Megumi enter the scene at “Hey! Hey! Samurai Heart!”, pumping each other and the crowd up for the fight to come. In the ring Megumi does a sword swipe motion as Narumi hands form a heart sign.
DING DING DING
The fight is on as Narumi charges at Bobby in one corner. In the other, Jimmy charges at Megumi but she ducks and takes control. All four exchange punches but Narumi and Megumi control things and they Irish whip Bobby and Jimmy. The Southern Express do-si-do in the middle of the ring but Jimmy runs into a clothesline from Narumi and Bobby gets the same from Megumi. Jimmy rolls from the ring and Narumi follows leaving Megumi and Bobby in the ring. Megumi slams Jimmy head first into the barrier. Jimmy turns and grabs Narumi aand flapjacks her into the barrier. Jimmy drops Narumi with a clothesline. She gets back to her feet but Jimmy takes her to the mats with a sidewalk slam. In the ring, Megumi hits Bobby with a forearm smash and whips him off the ropes. Megumi knocks Bobby down with a dropkick. Bobby lashes out with a clothesline as Megumi gets back to her feet. He rams an elbow to her chest and smacks forearms across her back and shoulders. Bobby lifts Megumi for a suplex but she couters it into a small package. The referee counts.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Bobby gets a shoulder up to break the count. Megumi slides out of the ring and pulls a kendo stick out. She slides into the ring and cracks Bobby across the back with it. She cracks him a second and a third time with the kendo. She raises it for a fourth but Jimmy grabs it from her grip and he cracks Megumi with it knocking her to the mat. Jimmy turns as Narumi dives on him with a top rope cross body. Bobby pulls Narumi so Jimmy is on top. The referee counts.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi squeezes a shoulder free and raises it into the air to break the count.
Evans: Smart move by Bobby Rose there. It nearly got them the win here
Kushnir: Southern Express using that experience, and those brains there!
Jimmy positions Narumi for a piledriver. Megumi runs at him hitting a cross body. All three roll and Narumi is on top of Jimmy. She grabs a leg as the referee counts.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Bobby smacks Narumi in the gut with the kendo stick to break the count. Bobby turns and gets smacked in the face by a table from Megumi. She sets the table in the corner as Bunny hands Jimmy a cloth bag. He smacks Megumi with the bag to the side of the head before opening the bag. He pours Lego pieces on the mat. Bunny slides a chair into the ring and hands Jimmy another cloth bag. Jimmy pours thumbtacks on the pile of Lego and mixes it with his feet. Jimmy lifts Narumi for a bodyslam. She slips off his shoulder. Jimmy turns but Narumi clotheslines him. He lands on the pile of tacks and Lego and rolls around in pain. Bobby grabs Narumi and spinebusters her onto the Lego and tacks. Megumi is about to run but Bunny reaches for her ankle. Megumi kicks out at Bunny but gets smacked in the back by a chair from Jimmy. He grabs her and drops her to the mat with a side suplex. He rolls over and makes a cover.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi dives in to break. Blood and bruises cover her back. Jimmy grabs Narumi and tosses her over the top rope but she grabs the rope and stays on the apron. Megumi grabs Jimmy from behind hitting a Backstabber. Narumi jumps to the top rope and leaps hitting the full Tatsuta Riverbend. Megumi makes a cover.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
An equally bloody Bobby dives in to break the count. Bobby exchanges punches with Narumi and Megumi as Jimmy gets to his feet. Narumi runs at Bobby with a clothesline. Bobby ducks and he and Jimmy hit Narumi with a Mic Drop. Narumi falls back and through the ropes to the floor. Bobby turns his attentions to Megumi just in time to kick her in the knee to counter a kendo stick shot. They both grab one of Megumi’s arms and crack her with In Your Face. Bobby covers her.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
Megumi just manages to lift a shoulder off the mat.
Evans: Did you see the way her head snapped back? I don’t know how she got a shoulder to move never mind kick out.
Kushnir: Nor me. All I know is she did!
Jimmy lifts Megumi and holds her in a Tombstone position as Bobby goes to the apron. Bobby jumps to the top rope but Narumi pushes him off the ropes sending Bobby crashing through the table. Megumi slides off Jimmy’s shoulders and hoists him into position. Narumi climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps hitting an Amigurumi that brings Jimmy down onto the chair. Megumi rolls him over and grabs a leg as the referee counts.
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THR... NO! KICK OUT!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winners, via pinfall ... SENSHI OF THE BLADE!!!
Evans: There really is no stopping Narumi Tsutsumi even in tag matches. Megumi too. Both have come through a war here tonight.
Kushnir: At times I thought the Southern Express had won this one. The warriors will go out on their shields here in their farewell match!
Narumi and Megumi hug in the ring before Megumi does a sword swipe motion as Narumi hands form a heart sign. They exit the ring and head up the ramp slapping hands with the fans as they pass. At the top of the isle, Megumi does a sword swipe motion again as Narumi hands once more form a heart sign.
Evans: Shinijoshi is nearly unbeatable here on PRIME, Senshi of the Blade scoring their latest win and a big win at that.
Kushnir: We're going to miss seeing The Southern Express, they are truly one of, if not THE greatest tag-team in EWC History and it's been one hell of a run. Glad it could end here on PRIME where it started!
The camera cuts to ...
Sienna Wolf has her blonde hair pulled back with a gold scrunchie, wearing a Golden Dispensary T-shirt making her way down the PRIME hallway. She gets to Scorpio’s door, reaches into his purse, pulling out a small baggie with a candy necklace inside, then proceeds to knock on the door. A few seconds later Scorpio opens the door.
Sienna: Scorpio. My Boss wanted me to give you this. He thinks you may be men of similar taste.
Sienna Wolf hands Scorpio the Candy Necklace. Scorpio looks down to see the Golden Dispensary label. He peels open the top to see a candy necklace.
Scorpio: What the fuck is this meant to be? Some kind of joke?! I've got bigger and better things than to be pissing around with this sort of thing from Melody Malone's side-piece.
Sienna: I really enjoy your work, inside and outside the ring. Very talented. I can’t say the same for my boss. But who knows, maybe he wants to start off on the right foot. He is coming to PRIME next year.
Scorpio: Draco Lazarus is coming to PRIME? What the fuck for? And why's he sending me gifts...?
Sienna lets the silence falls between them both before she takes a step back. Scorpio's face falls as he realises he won't be getting an answer.
Sienna: Well, I know you have your important match. Good luck. We’ll be cheering for you.
Scorpio: Wait what...?! No you can't just throw me a fucking candy necklace, tell me the gobshite that served me my first EWC loss is coming back, and then walk out. WHAT THE FUCK IS LAZARUS PLAYING AT?!
Sienna turns and walks away. She has a smile on her face because she has delivered her last basket. The smile quickly fades as a realization comes to her. The arrival of her boss to EWC, could be bad for her.
We return to ringside where the ring looks pristine, and the crowd is running hot in anticipation.
Evans: From the streets of Miami, back to the FTX Arena, and it's okay to have mixed feelings about the next one, folks. This is for all the marbles; full control of our beautiful blue brand. Price. Sharpe. There can be only one.
Reid: The following match is for one fall, and the winner ... takes ... PRIME! Making his way to the ring first ... standing at six feet, five inches, and weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds ... from, Miami Florida ... VICTOOOOORRRRRR PRIIIIIIICE!
Pyros hit and "My Way" by Limp Bizkit begins to play as Victor Price jogs down the ramp way. Wearing his hood up, he remains focused on the ring and drowns out all the noise around him. As he gets to the ring, he unzips his hoodie and throws it near the ring. Price slides into the ring and does some jumping jacks as he gets himself pumped up for the match.
Reid: And his opponent, from New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds ... JORDAN! FRRREAKIN'! SHAAAAAARPE!
Jordan Sharpe comes out, wearing the newest JFS Officially Licensed T-Shirt. Alone, he heads down the ramp with a distracted air, idly tossing handfuls of merch to the fans. He doesn't pause to assess them as he does so, apparently choosing random targets and getting a mixed response as a result. The camera focuses on concerned faces, and particularly one kid at the front who misses out big - snatching at a t-shirt that gets flung, instead, to the six foot neckbeard behind him. Many still believe, and the fans chant 'NO!' after each 'You ain't ready' in his entrance music even as Jordan continues to glance about, having eyes for anything but them - or Price.
DING DING DING
It's a weird start, but the FTX Arena comes unglued as Price bull-rushes forward, and collides with Sharpe in the middle of the ring. It's an almost perfect mirror of their encounter on the last show; fists flying, bombs detonating against jawlines and cheekbones as the two men trade powerful shots. This time it's the massive Price who breaks the stalemate, not waiting for Jordan's lead this time to explode into a spear that doesn't just drive him across the ring - but right into the turnbuckle, with a horrible CRUNCH as his spine is impaled against the corner of the ring. The pace and ferocity of the impact seems to even momentarily stun Victor Price, who backs off, frowning as Jordan stumbles out of the corner onto his knees. The crowd try to rally him. Price just looks disgusted.
SLAP!!
It's heard around Miami as Big Vic winds one enormous arm into a derisive slap across the face, and silence falls. It's the calm before the storm, as a moment later Jordan Freakin' Sharpe is on his feet and half the crowd are leaving theirs as pumping fists and voices unite in the air - WHAM, CRUNCH, THUNK! An uppercut to the jaw, a rolling elbow across the opposite temple, and then a boot to the gut that doubles Price over. Jordan has gone from lost to absolutely, intensely focused, leaning down to stare his opponent right in the eye before he grabs him by the neck and bum-rushes him into the corner. Vic manages to turn around, catching himself with an arm to either side, only to IMMEDIATELY eat a BIG FREAKIN' BOOT to the face! Sharpe doesn't let him fall, shoving him back into place, clambering onto the middle rope as he unleashes a warcry to the heretofore neglected fans!
"J-F-S! J-F-S! J-F-S!"
Evans: I cannot believe what we're seeing, Hayley! It looked like the Price was right, and now... this?
Kushnir: Normally I wouldn't have a horse in this race, but Jordan Sharpe is back with us and the atmosphere is electric! I love it!
The crowd counts along as JFS rains down not the traditional ten punches, but ten twelve-to-six elbows, landing with pinpoint precision across the forehead until the outraged Victor Price is bust open, slumping in the corner as Sharpe hops down, wasting no time in hauling the deadweight titan up into place, then hauling him up into a sit-down powerbomb! ODE TO MILO! The commissioner lands in a neat pile of gleaming muscles, ripe for the pin after this furious turnabout from his would-be usurper, but Jordan doesn't seem done... he transitions out into a knee bar, stirring the man to screaming as he locks in the hold, sitting back with his own tendons straining.
Price refuses to tap out, and Jordan has to release the hold, stomping upright, dragging Victor Price with him. He erupts into an uncharacteristic headbutt, then hooks the bigger man for a swinging Fisherman Suplex, bridging into the cover!
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Victor Price is already crawling away as he kicks out, clawing at the mat to escape this awakened monster. Sharpe slams a fist on the mat, swipes at his face in frustration, but shakes himself back to a core of steel, turning and standing to stalk Price like a Freakin' Terminator. It's an odd sight; the smaller man a vision in intimidating ice-fire, his prey begging off with a hand, advancing backwards in a semi-circle around the ring. Muttering something about Sharpe's "roody-poo girlfriend", he only succeeds in further instigating the fire, and Sharpe darts forward, chambering for a palm thrust that never gets a chance to land - because Victor Price don't go down that easy.
The big man darts into range, and hooks Sharpe up for a head-and-arm suplex, bringing him crashing down once, only to rise and drop a theatrical elbow across his throat, playing to the crowd in what seems half arrogance and half desperation, as he struts away and turns to face Jordan, who is already pushing himself upright, staring daggers at Price. Who immediately rolls out of the ring, breaking into a run.
Sharpe vaults the top rope, landing a little awkwardly in his haste, but giving chase, only to have the ring steps pulled out in front of him. His knees collide painfully and he sprawls out into a roll, bounding up to continue his pursuit-- WHAM! Only to have a trash can folded over his skull. The weapon bounces away, as Victor Price throws up an arm, grins, and then drops to one knee, driving his fist into Sharpe's crotch. His one weakness! The crowd erupt in jeers and boos, as Price bundles Sharpe back into the ring and makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Jordan kicks out and just lies there for a moment, staring heavenward, his chest heaving as Price argues with the official, and then attempts to very visibly slide him a bribe. Horrified, fans begin to rain trash down into the ring, and Victor Price bats a Solo cup from the air, jacking his jaw at the fans and entirely forgetting about the downed Sharpe, who takes his sweet time, rising up behind Victor...
Evans: Our commish needs to keep his eye on the prize. This isn't about the fans, Vic!
Kushnir: I'm sure the other man in the ring would emphatically disagree with that statement.
It's like a beautiful pantomime, as Victor Price turns in time with the response of the crowd, coming face-to-face with a scowling, intense Jordan, who gives him just long enough to see what's about to happen before whipping a flurry of punches against his brawny torso, finishing off with a cross to the jaw, then seizing his head in an all-too familiar fashion...
Evans: The SHARPEKNIFE!
Victor Price, in a panic, suddenly wrenches himself free, giving Sharpe a shove and then staggering back himself, reaching into his tights, doing his best to turn his back to the crowd so they don't see. Jordan takes a knee for only an instant, then spins back to his feet, and marches forward toward the glint of brass. Price's loaded punch whizzes past Sharpe's head, as Jordan shifts sideways, and then steps forward, using the over-extended limb for leverage to wrench Price around and get him right back into position--
--for the SHARPEKNIFE!
Price flops limply as the crowd lose their collective minds, and Sharpe pauses for a moment, on his knees, looking down at the other man. Shaking his head, he neglects the cover and shifts into mount, raining down bombs on Price's crimson mask, before stepping off to haul him up, spinning him around into a reverse guillotine. Those who know, know, and the roof is on fire as Jordan Sharpe drops into the body scissors, looking to finish the match with his niece's own move - a SAIDIE SLEEPER!
Jordan's jaw is clenched tight, determination on his features as he ties Price up like a giant pretzel, urging him to submit with every fiber of his being...
It's in tight. It's the work of moments until Price has to relent.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via submission ... JORDAN! FREAKIN'! SHARPE!!!Evans: Ladies and gentlemen, I can't believe I'm seeing, hearing, or saying this, but we may have just witnessed the end of era.
Kushnir: There's no 'may' about it, Jordan Sharpe with a huge statement as he puts the past away with a message from the future!
The official has to physically separate Sharpe from Price, his intercession at least not met with particular resistance - Jordan is just lost in the violence, expression glazed as he's pulled from his gasping, broken prey. It's Big Vic's turn to glare daggers, crawling to the corner of the ring, wiping blood and sweat from his face in an angry daze as he stares across at Sharpe, who spares a slow look around ringside before he scales the turnbuckle and poses for the delirious fans.
A couple of minutes later, he's at ringside - correcting a terrible oversight, and furnishing the kid at the front with a bow-tied bundle of official JFS merch, all autographed, and a selfie he's never, ever going to forget.
Evans: Our new general manager, and the future of Prime. You know him, and clearly you love him, Jordan Freakin' Sharpe. Poor Victor Price.
Kushnir: He got what he deserved, and so did we. The future is here, and it's bright and new and exciting, Marshall!
Price rolls out of the ring and lays on the floor for a few moments, a pool of sweat around him. He lets out something between a grunt and a scream as he picks himself up to his feet and starts destroying everything at ringside! He pulls the cover off of the announce table, he starts pulling at the barricade covers, throwing chairs as Jordan watches from the ring and shakes his head as he’s handed a microphone.
JFS: Victor, I’m gonna need you to stop destroying my show here.
Price gives him a glare and flips him off as Jordan chuckles.
JFS: SECURITY! PLEASE ESCORT MISTER PRICE OFF OF THE PREMISES!
A whole slew of EWC Security comes running out from backstage but Price isn’t having any of it. They try to grab ahold of him but Price is much stronger so Jordan sighs, climbs to the top rope, and leaps off to the outside and splashes onto the whole group! Price is laid out along with the security, and the two remaining off to the side begin to drag him up the ramp! Jordan pushes a few of the others to follow suit, and they pick up his legs as a limp Victor Price is carted away as the crowd chants
‘Na na na naaaa na na na na naaaa hey hey hey, GOOOODBYEEEE!’
Evans: And with that, we bid farewell to our old general manager, and we get a freakin’ new one!
Kushnir: Good riddance to Victor Price!!
Jordan, now back in the ring, pants as he picks up his discarded microphone.
JFS: Now that that shit is over with …… I know you’re here. There’s no reason to play games. I want Carley back, so show your face ..
As if she was waiting, the arena lights turn down to a low blue colour all around him and Jordan’s eyes scan the arena. He doesn’t have to wait long as Sour Candy appears on the X-Tron with an evil smirk.
SC: See how nice I am, I even let you finish your stupid little match!
JFS: Stop bullshitting around Candy, where is Carley?
SC: What, you weren’t a fan of our little road trip?
The camera pans back to show Carley beside her and we can see they are in a corner somewhere in the backstage of the arena. Carley’s mouth is duct taped and Candy pulls her head back by the hair.
SC: See? She’s perfectly fine! And I’ll drop her right here, no harm done … all you have to do is give me … what .. I want.
Jordan grits his teeth at the sight of Carley and stares down Sour Candy.
JFS: I told you that I wouldn’t fight you. It’s not going to happen. Leave Carley the fuck out of it!
Sour Candy rolls her eyes, and shakes her head.
SC: Still trying to play the noble hero? Let’s up the ante.
She pulls out a long piece of glass, holding it towards Carley’s throat.
SC: Remember this? From your little birthday bash? When I … bashed you over the head? Let’s not someone else now.
Jordan frantically screams now.
JFS: YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS CANDY!
SC: THIS IS ON YOU!
Jordan looks down for all of two seconds.
JFS: Fine ……… You win, Candy. I'll give you the match. Just please … please don’t hurt her …
Sour Candy has a wicked smile on her face as she starts giggling.
SC: FINALLY! You grew some balls!
She throws Carley off to the side onto the floor.
SC: I win again, Jordan. And you are going to regret this.
Voice: You sure about that, bitch?
From around the corner comes strolling in Gabrielle Visconty, brandishing a baseball bat.
SC: Looking for another trip in the ambulance?
Gabi smirks, flashes her the ‘3C’ sign with her fingers before it turns into just the middle one and starts swinging. Sour Candy is too quick as she dodges it and heads down the other end of the hallway to safety … that is until Saidie Sharpe rounds the other corner with a matching baseball bat.
SC: Oh you brought the brat with you. That’s cute.
This time she isn’t able to dodge it, as Saidie hits her in the stomach with the bat and the crowd goes nuts! Gabi comes up behind her, grabs her from behind and LAUNCHES her into a huge pile of crates and metal equipment!
Gabi: Let’s get Carley the FUCK out of here!
Saidie: You don’t have to tell me twice!
They run over to Carley, untying her as Gabi rips off the duct tape.
Carley: OWW! Jesus Christ!
Gabi: Haha, sorry!
The three of them take off down the hallway as we go back to the ring where Jordan is leaned up against the ropes with the cockiest smile on his face. At the same time, Sour Candy begins to crawl out of the wreckage of what just transpired.
JFS: Can you hear me, Candy? Ah well you can always catch the replay on EWCTV later on. I know I will. You pushed and you pushed and you pushed me, I told you no but you just wouldn’t have it, would you? So I’m a man of my word, I will give you your match with me .. I didn’t want to but you’ve left me no other choice. I will see you at WrestleFest, Candy …… for HELL IN A CELL!
Kushnir: Ohh my god! Hell in a Cell?!
Evans: Jordan Sharpe came here tonight with a plan with Gabi Vee and Saidie and it looks like Sour Candy is going to regret everything she has done to him this season as it’s going to be Jordan Freaking Sharpe vs Sour Candy inside Hell in a Cell! Holy crap!
Sour Candy is seething as she picks herself up to her feet, and it slowly turns to a smile as we go to ……
Evans: If you were looking for action then you got it on this episode. Now it’s time for the Showtime Broadcast Championship!
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Showtime Broadcast Championship Joining us first, from Babylon, 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
Reid: And her opponent, from New York, New York, weighing in at 115 pounds and 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. Callie comes out with Tori walking out behind her, and strikes a pose showing off her version of Buffy, The Vampire Slayer as pyro goes off behind her. 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.
DING DING DING
Bathsheba steps out of the corner as her Callie does the same. Bathsheba cuts across the ring as Callie ducks her head in between the ropes. Jessika Smalls is trying to get Bathsheba back as Callie is barking at her from behind the referee’s back. Bathsheba tries to bully past Jessika as Callie continues to keep her body in between the ropes.
Bathsheba growls before taking a step back and letting Callie back into the ring. Bathsheba charges at her again which causes Callie to roll out of the ring. Callie holds up a time out signal as Bathsheba screeches and goes out after her. Callie’s eyes go wide as she starts running around the ring. Bathsheba chases after as the crowd is watching intently. About the fifth time around the ring, Callie slides into the ring.
The moment Bathsheba slides into the ring, Callie greets her with a vicious stomp to the back of Bathsheba’s head. Callie repeatedly slams her foot down into Bathsheba before running towards the opposite ropes. Right as she rebounds, she is met with a hard body tackle from Bathsheba. Callie drops as Bathsheba follows it up with a massive leg drop. Bathsheba growls louder as she picks Callie up by the hair and delivers headbutt after headbutt. After delivering the headbutts, Bathsheba scoops Callie up and slams her right back down. Bathsheba lays her body softly across Callie’s chest. Before Jessika can slide into position, Callie slips her body out from underneath Bathsheba.
Evans: Not gonna get a pin that easy on our Broadcast Champion!
Kushnir: That's the Golden Goddess Broadcast Champion to you, Marshall!
Bathsheba doesn’t look happy that Callie slipped out the backdoor as she grabs Callie by the hair. Callie screams as Bathsheba is holding on before pulling her close. Before Bathsheba can do anything, Callie grabs a hold of the arm she injured at Youngblood and slams it right down across her shoulder. She continues the action a few more times as Bathsheba shoves Callie off with her good arm. Callie smirks while seeing Bathsheba favor her right arm. Callie gets up to her feet while taunting Bathsheba. Bathsheba grunts while charging at Callie. Callie smiles before dropping Bathsheba with a drop toe hold which smashes her head into the bottom turnbuckle.
Callie sees the position as she grabs Bathsheba’s right arm and drapes over the bottom rope. Callie uses the second rope to bring her knee right down onto the injured arm. She then slips out of the ring, grabs the same arm and pulls on it while it is lying on the bottom rope. Callie then punches the arm. Callie takes a step back as Bathsheba is trying to get up. Callie then charges at Bathsheba and lands a drive by style dropkick to the side of Bathsheba’s head. Bathsheba drops as Callie quickly slides into the ring and goes for a cover.
One
Tw……
Before Jessika could count two, Bathsheba uses her good arm to throw Callie off her. Callie looks shocked as she quickly gets back up to her feet. She moves toward Bathsheba who fires off several body shots with her good arm before using her bad arm to drop Callie with a jawbreaker. Callie drops to a seated position as Bathsheba comes running at her and lands a knee right into her face. Bathsheba kneels over Callie, leans down and starts biting at her forehead. Jessika is counting as Bathsheba leans back up at the count of four. Jessika warns her which Bathsheba looks her before landing a vicious left hand to the top of Callie’s head. Bathsheba growls again before getting up to her feet while dragging Callie back up to her feet as well. Bathsheba flings Callie into the corner. She slams her right arm across Callie’s body repeatedly. Around the sixth strike, Callie manages to catch the arm, hook her legs around the ropes and falls backward while trying to hyperextend the elbow.
Evans: This match is highly physical, you can tell Bathsheba WANTS that Championship!
Kushnir: And I think she might have to kill Callie to take it from her! Somehow I don't think Bathsheba is opposed to killing though ...
Jessika gets to a count of four as Callie releases the hold. Bathsheba is holding her arm as Callie springs up to the top rope and comes flying off with a crossbody. Bathsheba does use Callie’s momentum against and rolls through while holding onto her. Bathsheba gets back up to her feet before placing Callie in a power bomb position. The moment it happens, Callie is punching the living daylights out of Bathsheba but Bathsheba grabs a hold of Callie’s legs and falls backwards. Callie falls face first into the canvas as Bathsheba sits up with a sick grin on her face.
Callie lifts her head up as blood is trickling out of her nose. Bathsheba gets herself up to a vertical base. Callie feels the blood as she quickly shoots back up to her feet. She looks out at Tori before turning into a vicious lariat that turns Callie inside out. Bathsheba laughs before turning Callie over and going for the cover.
One
Two
Thr…..
Jessika is just about to count three when Tori, Callie’s manager, starts attacking Father Mathias. Not knowing what she should do, Bathsheba gets up off Callie Clark. Right as Bathsheba gets close to the ring ropes, Callie comes sprinting behind her, leaps over Bathsheba and drops all of her body weight right down across her back. Bathsheba drops to a knee as Callie grabs the injured arm and starts repeatedly slamming it into the canvas. Bathsheba screams as Callie hits a buzzsaw style kick to the side of Bathsheba’s head.
As Bathsheba is lying face down, Callie drags her back towards the center of the ring. Right as she does, Callie takes the injured arm and drops her hips down onto it. After the third hip drop, Callie sits down right on top it while pulling back on the arm. Bathsheba is struggling as Tori is holding Father Mathias while forcing him to watch. As blood trickles down from Callie’s nose, she continues to pull on the arm as it begins to pop. Bathsheba growls while trying to crawl towards the ring ropes. Callie senses it as she turns her body while keeping a grip on the injured arm. She does a handstand before slamming her knees into the rib cage. Callie lies next to Bathsheba while putting her arm into a different armbar. The pain eventually becomes too much as Bathsheba starts tapping the canvas.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via submission and still Showtime Broadcast Champion... CALLIE CLARK!!!Evans: Callie Clark used that new submission manuever to perfection here tonight as she successfully defends her championship!
Kushnir: These two went to war, Bathsheba was very close but not quite close enough to take the title.
Callie Clark keeps the hold one for a little bit longer before letting go. She pats herself on the back before getting back up to her feet. She yanks the belt out of Jessika’s hands and hoists it in the air. She rolls out of the ring as Father Mathias enters the ring to check on Bathsheba.
Evans: Another hard fought victory for the 'golden goddess' and she'll roll into 2023 still champion.
Kushnir: Did you doubt The House, Marshall? She told you they always win!
The camera cuts to ...
We come back to see Marshall Evans and Hayley Kushnir at the announcers table
Evans: Ladies and gentlemen, earlier tonight we saw a war out there on the streets of Miami and it was a great honor to call The Southern Express’s last match here in the EWC!!!
Kushnir: One of the best things we ever did as GM’s were to sign Bobby, Jimmy and Bunny to a Prime contract and they brought us such great joy as part of this roster and I can speak for Marshall that we will miss them both as the head into retirement!!!
Evans: But before they walk out of the door for the final time we want to give them the mic one last time so they can say goodbye, so without further ado, for the last time…
Kushnir: The Southern Express!!!
‘Black Betty’ plays out inside the FXT Arena as the fans rise to their feet, cheering as Bobby Rose, Jimmy Lane and Bunny Love walk out onto the stage. Bruised and still bleeding from their Miami Street Fight they smile and wave to the fans as they walk down the aisle and head to the ring. Inside the ring Damon Reid leans out and is handed two additional microphones as the trio reach the ring and climb inside the ring. Damon hands each of them a microphone and then quickly exits the ring, giving them ‘the stage’. The trio look out over the crowd who are still standing and clapping, showing their appreciation and support for the former tag team champions. They nod and embrace in a group hug before pulling apart, Bunny’s eyes are tearing up as she looks at Bobby and Jimmy, who seem to be handling the moment a little better. Bobby lifts his microphone to his mouth
Rose: We want to thank you all…listen, it would have been easy for you all to just roll your eyes when we walk out onto that stage on Prime #062 and wrote us off as nothing more than a novelty act…
Lane: Or like so many expect it only a matter of time before someone beat us back into the homes everyone seemed to think we came from…
Rose: But you all embraced us, cheered us…LOVED US and for that we can’t thank you enough…
Lane: We came to the EWC with one goal, to make one final run at glory and NOBODY including us could have imagined what was about to come…
Rose: We LOVE tag team wrestling, dedicated our careers growing tag team wrestling and making it more than just ‘something wrestlers do when they want a break’...
Lane: We wanted to elevate those EWC Tag Team Championships and rise them to a level where they were Main Eventing shows and not just a throw away match…
Rose: We wanted guys like Ace King, El Pablo, Jordan Sharpe, Dominic Sanders, Xavier Reid, Samantha Hamilton, Stitches, Nevaeh, Gabi Visconty, Candy…before she was Sour, Narumi Tsutsumi…
There is a cheer for the Indy Champion and Bobby and Jimmy nod to honor the champion
Rose: We wanted them all and the other greats to give a damn about tag team wrestling and we wanted to be the team they were gunning for…
Lane: For over 400 days we held those championships up and said, ‘come get you some’...
Rose: We put the targets on our own backs and deared the greats of the EWC to come and try to knock us off the top…
Lane: And for three years they all did their best to be that team that ‘ends the Express’...
Rose: And while it turned out to be Xavier Reid and Jamie Love that finally derailed out tag team championship run we still came out here each and every night to keep that bar high…we didn’t back down just because we weren’t the tag team champions…no, we wanted to go out there and show the fans why we were still one of the best teams here in the EWC…to the teams of tomorrow what it takes to fill our shoes as the GREATEST TAG TEAM TO EVER LACE UP THE BOOTS!!!
The fans break into a chant once again
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
Bobby and Jimmy lower their microphones and smile at the fans as they shake their heads
Rose: Now come on…we said tonight was it, our final match…
Lane: We have nothing left to prove and want to go to WrestleFest to just have fun and eat the food from those food trucks!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
Rose: Guys…come on now…
But before Bobby or Jimmy can calm down the sold out crowd ‘Chase’ plays out, drawing boos from the Prime crowd. Bobby, Jimmy and Bunny look to the stage as Dan Funk and Brodie Dawson, The Heat Packers, limp out from the entrance area, hurting from their match with Damage Inc. Once in the ring, Dan grabs a microphone and speaks earnestly to his former heroes.
Funk: Let’s give it up for the Southern Express, right??! The GREATEST tag team in the history of the EWC! But that chant, it must be enticing right? One more match? Brodie, you think the Southern Express should have one more match?
Dawson: I do indeed.
Funk: Miami! Do you think the Southern Express should have ONE MORE MATCH?!
Dan holds his microphone out to the crowd, who erupt into cheers.
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
Funk: I know you don’t owe us a damn thing, especially not after how we introduced ourselves to you, but you can’t possibly have forgotten about us. I mean, Bunny certainly can’t have…
Dan smirks and steps back as Bunny steps forward, almost ready to slap him.
Dawson: I know we have an abysmal record here… 1-4, certainly not anything near greatness, but to that I say The House has held us back. We’ve been so busy having to be Jack’s lackies that we haven’t been able to get to work on why we came here in the first place, because really, only one match matters to us right now. So for one night, we’re putting the needs of The House behind us, to focus on something a bit more personal.
Funk: We’re the ones who are going to put you in the ground. THAT’S our promise, and it’s been our promise since we started wrestling. By hook or by crook, we want that match with you. No stipulations, no nonsense, just good ol’ fashion tag team wrestling. And once we rid ourselves AND the EWC of your memory, we can be back on track to doing what we were born to do, and that’s win.
Dawson: So how about it? Let’s run this thing right here, right now. One final match for the Southern Express, and we’ll take that damn torch from you. Unless of course, you’re worried you can’t keep up with a couple of young bucks like us.
Bobby and Jimmy take a step closer and come nose to nose with Dan and Brodie as ‘You Ain’t Ready’ plays out and draws the attention of both teams as Jordan Sharpe walks out onto the stage with a smile on his face.
Evans: THE NEW PRIME GM HIMSELF, JORDAN SHARPE!!!
Kushnir: And he has a microphone in hand!
JFS: Woah woah let's relax here. We're not going to do this tonight!
This draws boos from the Miami crowd
JFS: I don't mean to disappoint! I'm sorry! But both these teams had matches earlier tonight and are in no shape to have a second match… HOWEVER…
Jordan smirks as the crowds boos quiet down
JFS: Since I now, ahem, have the power to make matches around this joint .. maybe I'll do just that, and make a match for WRESTLEFEST!
This causes the fans to cheer and break out once again into a
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
JFS: Bobby, Jimmy…this is your call, you’ve been challenged by Dan and Brodie and furthermore it was The Heat Packers that jumped you in Edmonton and busted open Bunny there… I'm right there with you on the retirement train, and as you saw earlier, I ain't leaving any loose ends so what do you say?
Jordan smiles as Bobby and Jimmy look out over the crowd as they continue to chant
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
ONE MORE MATCH!!!
Bobby looks at Jimmy and the two share a quick word or two and nod
Rose: WE ACCEPT!!!!
The crowd breaks out into cheers as Jimmy lift his microphone
Lane: The Southern Express Farewell Tour has a last min additional stop, Johannesburg, South Africa and one final match with you boys!!!
Rose: You want us…well boys YOU GOT US!!!
Bobby and Jimmy drop the mics as they high five. Bunny pulls them back and as the trio is about to exit the ring Dan lifts his microphone up
Funk: Right, right, you might see us as boys right now, but let me promise you… When we’re done with you…
Dan turns to Bunny.
Funk: Bunny here is gonna be calling us daddy.
Dawson: See ya at the ‘Fest, and make sure to bring your adult diapers, you old fucks. Heat Packers out.
Dan and Brodie exit the ring to a chorus of boos and we go to ...
INDY CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP
& THE PRIME MINISTER NECKLACE
Scorpio
Vs "Headhuntress" Aiya
Match Writer: Chunks of Darna Dare
& THE PRIME MINISTER NECKLACE
Scorpio
Vs "Headhuntress" Aiya
Match Writer: Chunks of Darna Dare
We return to ringside where the air is thick, and the crowd only seems to be hotter than before.
Evans: We've set fire to the streets of Miami, we've seen Prime change hands in spectacular fashion, and we've seen an outright catfight over the Showtime championship. We're NOT done raising the stakes. Now it's for the number one contendership of Narumi Tsutsumi's Indy Championship, and for the Prime Minister necklace worn so long and so well by Scorpio, as "Headhuntress" Aiya stands in opposition!
Reid: The following match is for one fall!
'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: Please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds ... '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.
Reid: And now, coming to the ring from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds, she is one of the Shinijoshi ... "HEADHUNTRESS" AIYA!
As “Killer” by JJ Lin plays over the PA system, a fog appears near the curtains. As it slowly fades away, we see the form of “Headhuntress” Aiya standing at the top of the ramp. She saunters down, entering the ring through the middle and top ropes. Aiya then leans against the ring, already looking as if she’s making a game plan in her head as her steely stare settles on Scorpio.
Evans: Each of these competitors is eyeing their chance at the biggest stage of them all. At WrestleFest, will be Narumi against her friend and teammate Aiya, or will Scorpio right the season-long wrong and get one more match with the Onihime? It all comes down to this.
DING DING DING
There's no gloating or baiting from a very focused Scorpio, but there doesn't need to be; Aiya paces a half-circle and then LUNGES at the Prime Minister, driving a firm kick into his calf and then switching stance to erupt with a very Narumi-like superman punch that staggers the Baddest Bitch toward the corner. She keeps on coming, stomping forward and throwing a question mark kick, that he refuses to buy, blocking with a raised forearm and then shoving himself out of the corner as her leg lowers, seizing a waistlock and driving her down with a snap suplex. She crashes down, and he bends back to his feet like a willow, lightly bounding onto the middle rope and launching into a high-angle moonsault that brings him into a rough collision with the downed Sakura!
Scorpio tries to make the cover, but Aiya rakes his eyes, then drives both heels into his sternum, forcing him to fall backwards. She kips up, visibly mouthing a count as he starts to struggle upright, then goes for her infamous Buzzsaw Kick. She's Out to Kill, but Scorpio has it scouted; he bridges underneath it, then sprawls out to sweep the leg, floating over into a bulldog choke to keep the tenacious woman down. A wry smirk shoots sidelong to the crowd, as Scorpio wrestles Aiya to her feet, spinning her around so he can transition the rest hold into a brisk tornado DDT, flattening her out for the pin!
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
It's emphatic, as Aiya surges upright almost in the same motion, spinning to punch the Prime Minister directly in the nose. He looks as appalled as he is hurt, instinctively clutching at his face only to eat another low kick, falling to one knee where Aiya shifts to grapple him to the ground, falling into a triangle choke that she grinds on with apparent pleasure. He tries to stack her up and punch over the top with the other arm, and she seamlessly twists out, pushing him onto his flank and grabbing the other arm to transition to an armbar!
No! Scorpio may be the weaker grappler, but he's been doing his homework since last time, bridging to take some of the pressure off the arm, contorting his lithe form to drive a shoe-tip into Aiya's brow, then as her hold weakens rising to his feet with a delirious flexion of the body, rising like a graceful titan as Aiya rolls back to standing herself. She's not given a moment to breathe; the second she finds her footing, Scorpio flings a foot out to catch her in the gut. She grabs it on instinct, and he steps straight into an enzuigiri! Aiya stumbles and falls, and Scorpio runs at the ropes, springboarding off for the more familiar form of MARGARET THATCHER'S REVENGE!
But this moonsault finds an empty pool, as Aiya shows she has him equally well-scouted, tumbling out of harm's way and spinning upright only to drive forward using the same momentum, catching a shocked Scorpio and nailing a massive backbreaker! She drives him over her knee, and keeps him there, a hand pushing insistently against his jaw as she stretches the larger man out, slowing the match and piling on the pain.
Evans: You can sense how dearly both competitors want this, Aiya and Scorpio both relentless in their respective ways.
Kushnir: Oh, absolutely, and you can't fault either strategy. They've done their homework, and animosity is taking a back seat to brains. Maybe Aiya's been rushing a little bit, but she seems to be pushing the brakes at this juncture...
It's unclear whether Scorpio manages to grit his way free, or Aiya grows bored - like a cat toying with a mouse - and releases him, but either way he's quite quick to his feet for a man whose spine has just been readjusted, massaging at the most injured spot but shaking off the cobwebs quickly as Aiya comes in, looking for a brisk takedown. Scorpio sprawls, throwing elbows at the Sadistic Sakura's back, before going behind to haul her into a release German! She tumbles across the ring, but finds her feet, falling across the turnbuckle as she attempts to remain standing and in the fight. Scorpio takes the opportunity, rushing in and nailing a dropkick to the spine!
He rebounds, landing flamboyantly on one knee, as Aiya pulls herself up using the ropes. Shaking his head ruefully, Scorpio paces around her, waiting for the opportune moment to dive back in, but the Headhuntress has another plan; rather than turn, she ducks through the ropes to the apron, deriving a hasty curse from the Prime Minister as he rushes to cut her off before she can make use of any interesting toys.
Scorpio dives through the ropes, right into a spinning kick from Aiya! SHOOT ON SIGHT! He slithers out of the air, momentarily knocked out, as the Headhuntress smirks and rolls back into the ring, allowing the count to proceed on Scorpio.
Evans: A wily, vetern move from Headhuntress Aiya, though in my personal opinion she should have hurt him a little more first.
Kushnir: Mind games, Marshall. She's trying to get inside his head.
Nobody's really expecting the count to finish, but Scorpio takes his sweet time, fixing stares with Aiya as he lounges against the barricade, ignoring the heckling from the fans to roll cavalierly back in at the count of eight and a half. The Headhuntress looks pissed now, stomping forward with her game plan perhaps momentarily lost, meeting the Prime Minister with a flurry of strikes that nonetheless drive him back against the ropes, forcing him to cover up. She has to relent for breath, and he takes this lull to grind a booted heel into the top of her foot, then drive a thumb into the right eye. Aiya stumbles, and is wiped out by a roundhouse kick a beat later!
Scorpio scrambles to cover a third time, but ends up rolling on the ground with the Headhuntress, hers a mask of fury as she manages to slam him down and clamber into mount, smashing down with a massive headbutt to the already-targeted nose! Scorpio screams and covers his face, and Aiya pulls one of his flailing arms aside, fighting for another armbar - but finding the fight in her opponent is still too much. With a heated sigh and then a tight, martial scream, she spins out into something very different; the entanglement ending with Scorpio face down, an ankle firmly in the clutches of the Headhuntress as she bends him against her knee, which is planted savagely in the small of his back.
Right in the middle of the ring, Scorpio's in serious trouble as the most violent of the Shinijoshi works her hold!
Evans: He's shown great will to fight, but the Sadistic Sakura might just be turning this match around and heading home!
Kushnir: Aiya's been working that back and is fixing to make him pay, just like she did last time they fought.
The official asks repeatedly for the submission, but Scorpio, sweating and looking ramshackle, just as repeatedly shakes his head and screams, "No! NO! I SAID FUCKING NO!" On this last proclamation, he gives a might heave, perhaps sensing a slight weakening in Aiya's ability to keep him restrained, but likely only worsening the pressure momentarily as he muscles out of the combination ankle lock, slamming Aiya backfirst and driving down an axe kick upon her as he raises himself up on two hands. From here he kicks back across the ring, face a rictus of pain and shock as he stares at the formidable woman. Trying to work out how he beats her this time.
The scarlet-haired woman coughs, and wipes blood from the corner of her mouth as she climbs to her feet, flicking out her wrists and cracking her neck before beckoning Scorpio forward. The Prime Minister narrows his eyes, sliding upright and starting forward, forcing grace and calm, and immediately thrown off once more as she erupts into a flurry of strikes, missing all but the last, a swiping backfist that flutters across the jaw as Scorpio attempts to circle her flank. It's enough to create an opening, and she drives in, looking for a single leg - and scoring, but rolling too hard into it, succeeding in toppling Scorpio, but giving him the momentum to tumble into a skid across the canvas.
He hits the ropes, ducking under an attempted leg lariat, then coming back in to slither under a wild elbow strike and hook the Headhuntress up for a Ranhei. FUCK YOU, EUR-ASIA! The official drops for the count as Scorpio keeps his unruly foe down for the count...
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TWO
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KICKOUT!
It's gaspingly close, as Aiya rolls back to her feet still off-balance, wiped out a second later by a flying crossbody, as Scorpio pushes the ref aside to dash into the move. She goes down again, but manages to throw him off before he can try for another pinfall, messily getting onto all fours and back to her feet, pushing long, disheveled hair from her face. She looks around for Scorpio, and sees too late that he's scaled the turnbuckle in the opposite corner, her eyes widening as he comes flying off with a diving Huracanrana! For the pin!
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!
Aiya seems to GAIN strength with that one, furious and done as she gets to her feet, blocking a superkick with an 'x' formation of the forearms, shoving Scorpio back hard enough that he staggers and almost falls. Seizing the opening, she hauls him up and over for another backbreaker, holding on to add a spinebuster for good measure, the fans going wild at this unprecedented show of strength from the brutal Asian. The ring shudders on impact, and it's Aiya's turn to go for the pin.
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KICKOUT!!!
Evans: What's it going to take? How much more do these two have to do to one another?
Kushnir: Aiya knows her key to victory here, and she's working toward it. Scorpio is unpredictable, keeping her just off that plan enough to get his shots in, and he knows his own weakness. This couldn't be any closer, Marshall.
Both competitors are on their feet, the crowd cheering on principle rather than taking any particular side, as they enjoy a late-game battle of strikes that ends in a double-down from a pair of dueling kicks! Scorpio crawls over, and pulls Aiya up for a stiff DDT, floating over for a cover she doesn't let him have; spinning him out into another armbar, only for the Prime Minister to stretch a foot out over the bottom rope, forcing the break. Aiya keeps it cinched in for the four-count, unapologetic as she stamps to her feet, breathing hard and staring down the man who just won't yield. Scorpio lifts his chin proudly as he stares back, dusting off his hands.
They circle one another, and it's Aiya who breaks the uncertain stalemate, dashing forward to hit a rapid-fire neckbreaker she doesn't quite get all of - Scorpio lands with an awkward sort of grace, one foot finding the canvas to deny a little of the impact. They both get up simultaneously, leaning into a lock-up and exchanging holds before Aiya manages to seize an underhook and step in, hauling the Prime Minister up over her shoulders-- and hitting a picture-perfect GTS! Scorpio's head bounces off her knee, his body bounces off the mat...
And she locks in the SPD! SLOW, PAINFUL DEATH!
Kushnir: Going for the finish, with something that's not her finisher? Bold!
Scorpio screams, but is still shaking his head, denying the submission for long moments, managing once more to muscle out of it, using grit and determination rather than technique. He finds his feet, Aiya still clinging onto him the whole way, bending and contorting his torso in whole new ways. A good portion of the crowd is behind the Prime Minister now, as he finally twists her off, looking ragged, barely holding it together, but his eyes are gleaming as Aiya pushes herself back up and just keeps on coming, throwing herself at Scorpio--
--who is waiting, with the AGR!!
Like London Bridge, the Headhuntress goes down like a ton of bricks. Scorpio looks exhausted, as he bundles her up for the cover.
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TH-REE!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall, STILL 'Prime Minister' and number one contender ... 'THE S-FACTOR' SCORPIO!!!The crowd is in a mixed reaction as the bell rings and Scorpio rolls off of Aiya. He's handed his 'Prime Minister' Necklace as he lays on the mat trying to process what just happened. Scorpio makes his way to his feet as Aiya rolls out of the ring.
Evans: What a match, and what a huge victory for the Prime Minister, who reigns supreme at the end of it all!
Kushnir: I didn't vote for him. But yes, despite an exceptional game plan by the Headhuntress, Scorpio surprises us all with a big win, securing himself the biggest match of the season - at WrestleFest, against the unstoppable Onihime, Narumi Tsutsumi. She was watching this match with interest, and you have to wonder what she's thinking as she sees this victory unfold.
Evans: Ladies and gentlemen, that will do it for our PRIME Season Finale! We have our Indy Championship encounter set for WrestleFest as Narumi Tsutsumi will go one-on-one with Scorpio! You do NOT want to miss that match, as our theme of old rivalries continues its way to the biggest festival in professional wrestling! For all of our roster and crew here on PRIME, and for my beautiful wife Hayley Kushnir we hope you have enjoyed this 2022 season and we will see you in the new year! Tsutsumi vs Scorpio, LIVE at WrestleFest!
Back in the ring, Scorpio looks out to the crowd and then over to the stage as Narumi stands, the Indy Championship around her waist and a smirk on her face as the two stare each other down and we fade ....
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RECAP OF WINNERS
Welcome To PRIME
Divewire (N/S) Vs Yasin
WINNER(S): Yasin
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Tornado Tag-Team Match
Heat Packers (N/S) Vs DAMAGE INC
WINNER(S): DAMAGE INC
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Three Way Dance
Seiren Vs Amber Lisa Hall Vs Alyson Cross
WINNER(S): Alyson Cross
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Singles Match
Dalilah Ashe Vs NEVAEH
WINNER(S): DRAW
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Tag-Team Match
Severn/Love Vs Swango/Dio
WINNER(S): Swango/Dio
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Miami Street Fight
Senshi Of The Blade Vs Southern Express
WINNER(S): Senshi Of The Blade
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Winner Takes PRIME
Victor Price Vs JFS
WINNER(S): JFS
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Showtime Broadcast Championship
Bathsheba Vs Callie Clark (C)
WINNER(S): Callie Clark (STILL CHAMPION)
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#1 Contendership & 'Prime Minister' Necklace
Scorpio Vs "Headhuntress" Aiya
WINNER(S): Scorpio
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MVP OF THE NIGHT: Scorpio & Senshi of the Blade
MATCH OF THE NIGHT: Dalilah Ashe Vs Nevaeh
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