PRIME #105 - HALIFAX
Mar 5, 2023 20:25:17 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #105
"Welcome To The MariPrimes"
MARCH 5TH 2023
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the ScotiaBank Centre in Halifax, Nova Scotia
PRIME
EPISODE #105
"Welcome To The MariPrimes"
MARCH 5TH 2023
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the ScotiaBank Centre in Halifax, Nova Scotia
EWC PRIME
General Manager: Jordan Freaking Sharpe
Commentators: Eric Mason & John Livingston
Announcer: Damon Reid
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Other Referees: Stefan Elliot & Jessika Smalls
Backstage Interviewer: "Respectable" Joe Danes
While 'No Sleep Tonight' by Shinedown 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 EXT cycles through Prime's roster. Narumi Tsutsumi, Dalilah Ashe, "Headhuntress" Aiya, Saidie Sharpe, Seiren, Alyson Cross, Amber Lisa Hall, Yoshiharu Kubo, Draco Lazarus, Ahiga Lopez, Shiori Saten, Sunny Skye, Lila Rue, Shooter Landell, Jack Severn, The Heat Packers, Aeon Khronos, NEVAEH, The Showtime Broadcast Champion Callie Clark and The Indy Champion Scorpio are all featured. Lastly, we see a smiling Jordan Sharpe put his feet up on his desk.
After one final pan over the crowd, we get some shots of a few of the signs being held up by the fans ..
ONE RING TO RULE THEM, ONE RING FOR NARUMI!
CALLIE ENDS TONIGHT!
GOOD EVENING TO QUEEN MELODY ONLY!
TRY A GRECO DONAIR, EH!
I'M HERE FOR A BAR FIGHT!
WHY DO I KINDA LIKE SCORPIO NOW???
The camera centers on ringside at the ScotiaBank Centre fans stand up, pumping their fists and cheering. One last round of fireworks blast out now, and we turn our attention to Eric Mason and John Livingston ..
Mason: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my privilege to bring you another episode of EWC PRIME! We are here in Halifax, Nova Scotia and we're ready, as cold as it may be outside, for a hot night of action here in the EWC! This building is on fire right now!
Livingston: They sure are Eric, I don't know who Sharpe had to bribe to get a PRIME show in the Maritimes but he sure did it. Despite that I'm ready for one hell of a night of wrestling.
Mason: And what are we going to see, John? Well we're gonna start off first with a couple of newcomers to the scene here on PRIME as Shiori Saten and Lila Rue are going to go one-on-one for a chance to make that pivotal first impression, and Lila has the Baconator Bounty on her head as well here tonight so that oughta make things interesting! After that we'll follow it up with Yoshiharu Kubo in singles competition against Alyson Cross, both have been given a second Faithful Chance from Faith Rivers and the winner will receive an AMC Broadcast Championship match! Then we're going to head on over to Dooly's down the road for a Martimer Bar Fight between Jojo Rush of Brawl, Sally Talfourd of Paramount, and two PRIME representatives; Headhuntress Aiya and the newest signing - Gabrielle Visconty!
Livingston: I'm not going to lie, I'm really hoping they bring me back a beer or something. We're gonna amp it up after that with a threeway dance that's gonna be action packed, with Aeon Khronos and the PRIMETIME Briefcase holder Dalilah Ashe dealing with a pissed off Jack Severn. After that we have Amber Lisa Hall challenging for the AMC Broadcast Championship, with ALL of the House members banned from ringside. Sharpe says if they interfere, he's going to fire them! Now that just doesn't seem fair. Can he do that? If that's not enough for you, we have the Queen of EWC, the Undisputed Champion herself, the most regal and beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life Melody Malone taking on Draco Lazarus in his first match here on PRIME. Now that's gonna be personal, the Golden Boy ran his mouth a little too much!
Mason: Sheesh, you sucking up to Melody enough there, John? Then in tonight's main event we have a HOTLY anticipated rematch, as Narumi Tsutsumi takes on our Indy Champion Scorpio not only for a berth at StrangleMania via the Legends of the Ring tournament, but also for the PRIME Minister Necklace! This could be a bit of a redemption for Narumi, taking Scorpio's unofficial title before she gets a crack at the real one. Cannot wait!
Livingston: I'll tell you what, this crowd can't wait either they're full of poutine and ready to go here in Nova Scotia!
Mason: Let's get it underway John, right after this!
Livingston: EWC TV? I love this part!
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Lila Rue
Vs Shiori Saten
WENDY'S BACONATOR BOUNTY: LILA RUE
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Berto
Lila Rue
Vs Shiori Saten
WENDY'S BACONATOR BOUNTY: LILA RUE
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Berto
Mason: No more messing around, it's time for tonight's first match .. Welcome to PRIME!
As the opening chants of "Year Zero" hits, the lights go dark as the stage fills with billowing smoke. The first verse begins with Shiori sitting cross-legged in a golden spotlight. She smiles serenely, then stands slowly before making her way down the aisle.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall! On her way to the ring first, from the Other Side, weighing in at 125 pounds ... SHIORI SATEN!
At the chorus she throws her arms out to either side. When she gets to the ring she rolls in and then poses with her coat slightly slid down her back. She is removing her coat the rest of the way when the moody intro to 'Sip Sip' by BRKLYN plays out as gold and purple smoke pours across the stage. Spotlights whirl lazily until they come to rest on the sensuously-strutting figure of Lila Rue. Her hips twitch like a pendulum. "Put your drinks in the air if you're vibing with the--" And her faithful contingent arrayed along the entrance ramp let out a roar as she begins to hypnotically crab-dance down the ramp, at each side pausing to snatch a shot glass from the eager fingers of a fan, downing it in the same motion she uses to whirl away.
Reid: And her opponent, heading to the ring from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 128 pounds ... LILA RUE!
At the bottom, she feigns a drunken stagger in time to the music, catching herself with a graceful flourish and a broad, sensationally-charismatic grin before leaping split-legged onto the apron, oozing underneath the bottom rope. She comes up skipping and dancing, peeling her hat off to frisbee it into the cheap seats to another appreciative pop.
As Lila turns to face her opponent, Shiori is eying her up with evil intentions.
DING DING DING
Lila doesn’t seem intimidated as she doesn’t hesitate in coming at Shiori upon the opening bell. The two women start trading blows. Just when it looks like Lila might get the upper hand, Shiori buries a knee into her midsection before dropping her to the mat with a DDT. When Shiori goes to kick Lila in the face following the move, she rolls out of the way and scrambles up to her feet. Immediately Shiori tries to put her right back down with a dropkick but gets swatted away. When Shiori gets back to her feet and turns around, Lila catches her with a Big Boot to the face. As Shiori goes down, Lila follows it up with a split legged leg drop. She goes for a quick cover.
ONE
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TW–
Despite the kickout, Lila’s confidence continues to grow as she keeps Shiori grounded with a few more moves. But as she goes to take in the crowd’s admiration, she has her legs swiped from underneath her.
Mason: Lila got caught up there with that one!
Livingston: That'll teach her for SHOWBOATING when she should be focusing on the match!
This allows Shiori to go back on the offensive. She seems intent on punishing Lila for celebrating moments earlier as she delivers some mounted punches. She continues the assault with a Running Knee lift and Complete Shot before locking in the Stretch Muffler. Lila instantly screams in pain and for a short time it looks like she might tap. Fortunately for Lila, she is close enough to the ropes and can force the break. Still Shiori uses the count for all it’s worth.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE
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FOUR
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Shiori releases the hold just in time to avoid disqualification. Yet she continues to go after Lila’s leg with a vicious basement dropkick. Following the move, Shiori goes into the corner and poses on the turnbuckles. The crowd boos her but Shiori mouths off at them. This continues for a few moments allowing a struggling Lila to stumble to her feet and lunge at the ropes. Shiori sways a bit and goes crashing to the floor as Lila shoves her over the top.
Mason: This is getting a little bit rowdy here!
Livingston: Lila clearly getting frustrated, resorting to cheating.
This gave Lila the chance to regroup. The ref is at a 7 count before Shiori starts to stir. As she re-enters the ring, Lila tries for a Spinning Back Fist, but Shiori avoids the shot. When Lila turns back around, Shiori is sitting CM Punk style in the middle of the ring, grinning at her.
Mason: Mind games here, John.
Livingston: Lila doesn't have a mind to play with! She's all over the place here! Get her, Shiori!
Immediately Lita tries to wipe that evil grin off Shiori’s face as she runs at her with a basement dropkick of her own, but Shiori rolls backwards to avoid the shot. With Lila on the mat, Shiori tries for a running senton, but now it was her turn to miss. After both women scramble up to their feet, Lila kicks Shiori in the midsection. As soon as she doubles over, Lila runs into the ropes and puts Shiori down with her scissor kick, the Last Dance. Not bothering with her usual showboating, Lila goes right for the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THR–
Lila is clearly frustrated with the kickout as she rolls to the outside and grabs some drinks from the crowd. At first, she seems to be considering downing both shots. But instead, gets up on the apron and holds one out to Shiori, insisting a sign of respect as they exchange a few words. Once Shiori takes the shot, they clink them together and drink. All of a sudden, Lila ducks through the ropes and hits her opponent with a series of strikes. Lila ends the flurry with a Sip Kick that has Shiori going down to a knee. Just as Lila is moving in for the kill, Shiori mists her with the drink she didn’t actually swallow.
Mason: There's a lot of craftiness going on here.
Livingston: HAHA, Brilliant move!
Before Lila knows it, she is struck by the Morning Star, Skull Kick. As soon as she drops to the mat, Shiori makes the cover.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... SHIIIIIOOOOOORRIIIIIIII SAAAAAAAATENNNNNNNN!!!
Mason: Shiori Saten has done it, she picks up the win in a physical contest here to start off PRIME.
Livingston: HAIL SATEN! She's 25 thousand dollars richer, Eric!
As “Year Zero” plays out again, Shiori gets to her feet and wipes the extra alcohol from her face, only to flick it down in Lila’s direction before having her arm raised in victory.
Mason: I just wish the poor sportsmanship didn't have to come across here.
Livingston: It's called being a winner, Eric. Again, Hail Saten.
The camera cuts to ...
Earlier Today
Dooly’s Carpark
Dooly’s Carpark
From where the camera comes in on Joe Danes sitting in the driver’s seat, the cameraman in the passenger seat was parked in the lot outside of Dooly's. Joe is fiddling with his tie and rehearsing his questions. Joe had been looking forward to this interview for weeks.
Cameraman: There she is!
Joe Danes: Let’s roll!
Both men are quick to action, scrambling to escape the car. Quickly the rush to ‘The Last Magician’ Sally Talfourd, a duffle bag in each hand and dressed in training gear. She’s far from match ready in appearance, but from the look in her eyes she’s ready of mind.
Joe Danes: Sally! A word before your match?
Sally is caught off-guard and the determination and focus gives way to shock and surprise. However, just as quickly, she’s smiling widely and as happy as can be. She drops the bags and pulls Joe into a hug.
Joe Danes: Uhhh … welcome back Sally?
She steps back, fixing her clothes, then her hair, all the while still enthusiastic and giddy.
Sally Talfourd: It’s a pleasure to be back, Joe!
Joe Danes: Yes, that’s right - this is your second visit to Prime isn’t it? Last time you were here, you were visiting us as the CW Broadcast Champion for Backyard Brawl-B-Q in Calgary on Prime 99.
Sally, wide eyed, a little more pale for the moment and a little more traumatised, nods ever so slightly.
Sally Talfourd: I remember distinctly. Lots of fun, lots of food, lots of drinks.
Joe Danes: This time you come to us without a championship …
Now Sally’s a little dejected, a hand moving to pat a phantom belt that no longer wraps round her waist. However, the moment passes and she balls up a fist and meets Joe eye-to-eye.
Sally Talfourd: That’s technically correct. But you make sure you tune in to Paramount on Apple TV+ next week and see if that’s still the case.
Joe Danes: Let’s focus on Prime though. This time around, it’s a fatal fourway taking place in the lovely Dooly’s - serving patrons proudly for 30 years with beer, billiards and …
Sally Talfourd: Is this an ad? Because if it is, you should know: I went there a couple days ago. I’m not sure I got the same vibe as you.
Joe Danes: It’s part of my job …
Sally Talfourd: Well, it doesn't matter what it looks like in the ads because I can guarantee you that it absolutely will not look like that when the four of us are done with it. And if it was a mess before we get going … well, we will probably only be making improvements!
Joe Danes: So you expect chaos? Violence?
Sally takes a deep breath, switching the track of her mind to serious-mode now.
Sally Talfourd: Look. I’m under no disillusions that even if we’re working for the Extreme *Wrestling* Corporation and this is televised *wrestling* show called Prime and we are all trained *wrestlers* that this match tonight is going to require apologies to the traditionalists out there.
Joe Danes: Why so?
Sally Talfourd: Because you’re going to see moonsaults from bartops! DDTs into billiard tables! Lariats into booths. It’s going to be wrestling, but it’s not going to be the kind your grandparents watched.
Sally’s arms wave about all crazy-like as she hypes up the match.
Joe Danes: Well, you take care of yourself then.
Sally Talfourd: At the end of the day, the Magic will take care of me, Joe. Some people like to trust that EWC will take care of them if something goes wrong. Others have health insurance. I’m sure ObamaCare has saved a few people too, or whatever socialised healthcare they have up here - MapleCare? But the Magic takes care of a chosen few. And it’s taking care of me.
Joe Danes: … I was talking more … Ok … Goldrush did warn me.
Sally Talfourd: What did she warn you about?
Joe Danes: Nothing, nothing at all. You have a great match Sally, we’ll be cheering you on!
At the back of the frame we can see another party who's taken interest in the presence of The Last Magician. As Joe’s final statement hangs in the air, Prime’s resident Adversary Shiori Saten saunters up to get a closer look at Sally. Her eyes go from head to toe as she assess Sally; the intensity of Shiori’s gaze suggests she’s looking for something specific. Sally quickly realizes she’s not alone and she meets the Morning Star’s eyes questioningly.
Sally Talfourd: Can I help you?
Shiori Saten: Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just getting a closer look at Paramount’s most magical competitor. I’ve heard and seen so much about you, I simply couldn’t resist the - temptation to see you in the flesh. I like what I see, Sally. But with all this magic you’ve involved yourself with, you need to be prepared for the reality that once it has a hold on you, it’s never letting go. Even the - let’s say older, darker kinds. Especially them. You can run from them, but they already know you. And they’ll be coming for you.
The words hang in the air like a threat, but Shiori’s smile suggests it’s merely advice of a kind.
Shiori Saten: You have potential, Sally. So very much promise. If you ever find yourself in a spot where you feel weak or overwhelmed, you can call on me anytime. But that said, good luck tonight. It sounds like you’re going to go through hell.
She’s fully aware of the pun as she grins knowingly as she steps closer to Sally.
Shiori Saten: Remember, you need only call upon me when you’re in need.. And to take my hand.
She extends her hand toward Sally, whose expression is dubious of the Morning Star’s intent. Shiori quickly realizes Sally’s not interested so she steps back and holds her hands up as if to say ‘no harm, no foul’. With that she turns on her feet and exits the scene, leaving Sally to ponder her words. After the moment passes, Sally looks to her own hands before picking up her duffle bags to head on into Dooly’s.
Sally: How do I call her? I don’t even have her number …
Amber Lisa Hall is walking down a hallway with a smile on her face, when suddenly Callie Clark and Tori Taylor confront her, blocking her path.
Callie: Don't worry I come in peace.
Callie holds her hands up.
Callie: I just wanted to say good luck out there, I'm sure we could have a killer match, but where's the fun in that? I'm sure you've heard my offer to you right? We don't have to fight, you're a rising star around here and I wanna help you reach your full potential. Have you considered it?
Callie raises an eyebrow and smiles. Amber looks like she's thinking about that and just when she's about to answer her, Saul appears with a bit of a smirk as he claps. He notices the strange look from their faces as Amber bites down on her lip.
Saul: We saw your little offer and our answer is no.
Amber looks over at Tori and Callie, who look disappointed. Amber is running her fingers into her hair as Saul smirks looking over at Amber as he speaks in a way where he has control over her.
Saul: Amber, listen to me carefully she just want to use you. You will become what Tori is for her - just a toy.
Amber looks over at Callie as she looks at her closely with her hands on her jacket a bit.
Amber: I rewatched the match against the former champion that you had. The person I saw there I would love to be friends with and trust but the person that standing in front of me, who's walking around with a group.... That believe beating up on people is the way to get things... that's not who I want to be friends with. So tonight in our match.. if I see the Callie that beat the former champion..maybe but if you are truly the person that standing in front of me. I believe we will become the best of enemies.
Callie sighs and shakes her head.
Callie: I was afraid you'd say that, disappointing. But for the record I don't use my friends, and how dare you accuse me of that.
Callie glares at Saul. Saul act like he is scared and start to act like he his is holding his heart in fear but just give her the finger for the glare.
Callie: Especially when you're clearly using Amber for your own purposes.
Callie doesn't give him a chance to respond, putting her hand up to him then looking at Amber.
Callie: If enemies is what you wanna be, then so be it. But trust me, you're making a mistake. In case you aren't aware, people who become my enemy tend to get hurt…like the person I beat for this title.
Callie smirks.
Callie: I'm a nice person so I'll give you one last chance in that ring to just lay down, The House could help you reach new heights. But if you reject it, this is going to be a bad night for you. Think about it and don't let your uncle make another poor decision for you. Oh, and the offer is for you and you only, he isn't welcome.
Callie and Tori walk off now, not giving Amber or Saul a chance to respond. Saul's eyes turn dark a bit but he glares over at them as they were leaving. He placed his hand on Amber shoulders while she look like she could be thinking a bit about the offer.
Saul: Remember we need to get your father back! They aren’t the answer to that.
Amber nods as she walked off the other way with Saul walking right behind her.
We go to ....
Wendy: Well howdy-doody, Prime faithful! Have ya heard the good news?
A second head floats into the space beside the redhead - an animated Lila Rue, her features distinct enough even without the iconic glitzy hat. The pair trade mirrored lopsided grins and a wink to the camera, before the debuting Prime star cuts in.
A second head floats into the space beside the redhead - an animated Lila Rue, her features distinct enough even without the iconic glitzy hat. The pair trade mirrored lopsided grins and a wink to the camera, before the debuting Prime star cuts in.
Rue: For a limited time only, Wendy's® in association with yo' girl, "The Sipsmith" Lila Rue--
Wendy: Present the most giddy and glorious thang you're gonna taste all year!
Lila tuts playfully and rolls her eyes.
Rue: Other brands are available.
Wendy smirks sarcastically in response, as an image fades onto the screen behind them...
Wendy: But they're weird and, honestly, a little awkward.
Rue: Oh, it's true! So don'tchu listen to the Devil croonin' in your ear. Do NOT take her hand! Do NOT be seduced by the dark side!
The mascot redhead licks her lips, floating to one side to glance at the picture.
Wendy: Or by an unreasonably large package of bulbous, drippin' meat...
Rue: Uh-uh! They might have the meats, but we got that snap--
Wendy: Snap, snap, bitches! Put your drinks in the air--
Rue: And your gag reflex on hold.
Both: Choke down a Wendy's® Triple-Distilled Badass Bourbon Baconator!!
The pigtailed snark mistress lowers her voice to a stage whisper.
Wendy: Hey, how'd that bounty work out for you?
Rue: I do NOT wanna talk about it. Buy the damned sandwich!
'Awk-ward' mouths Wendy, cringing and looking away as the image and the floating heads fade...
The pigtailed snark mistress lowers her voice to a stage whisper.
Wendy: Hey, how'd that bounty work out for you?
Rue: I do NOT wanna talk about it. Buy the damned sandwich!
'Awk-ward' mouths Wendy, cringing and looking away as the image and the floating heads fade...
We return to ringside where Prime referee Stefan Elliott is just sliding into the ring as he prepares for the next match.
Mason: Coming up next, we will see who earns themselves another 'Faithful Chance' at the AMC Broadcast Championship. Kubo and Alyson Cross will be looking to impress everyone including Faith Rivers.
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from Down The Street from Utori Sushi, weighing in at 229 pounds.......he is the Chef…….. YOSHIHARU KUBO!
Yoshiharu Kubo comes out when "Yummy-Sushi" hits the speaker as he wears a chef apron and chef hat in addition of his wrestling attire that normally just consisted his wrestling bots and long pants. He also brings some Utori Sushi products in a take out box for the Sushi as Yoshiharu Kubo will give free sushi to the audience on the front row while making his way to the ring. He also will high-five them. When he is in the ring, he removes his chef apron and hat.
Reid: And his opponent, currently residing in Statesboro, Georgia, weighing in at 121 pounds ... ALYSON CROSS
The moment "Survivor" by State of Mind starts to play, a video package starts rolling on the EXT as Alyson Cross steps through the curtain. The crowd seems to have a 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
The bell sounds as Kubo makes his way toward the center of the ring. Alyson cautiously joins him in the center. Kubo holds his hand which Alyson looks at for a while. She looks into his eyes while looking at his hand. She slowly holds her hand out before catching him with a quick hook with her other hand. Kubo staggers as Alyson grabs him around the wrist and throws him over her shoulder before dropping a knee into his side. Alyson continues to drive her knee into his side before getting up to her feet. She bounces off the ropes and gets caught with a swinging heel kick which knocks her down.
Alyson rolls over onto her hands and knees as Kubo catches her with a sliding knee into her side. Alyson grunts as Kubo latches his hands around her waist, hoists her up into the air before dropping right back down onto her back. Alyson bows her back as Kubo quickly goes for a cover.
One
Tw…..
Alyson kicks out immediately as Kubo pulls her back up to a vertical base. He goes to shoot her off but she counters with a swinging roundhouse kick which catches him flush across the nose.
Mason: Now that's smarts! She could have broken Kubo's nose!
Livingston: Gonna take more than that to put down a hard workin' sushi man, Eric.
Kubo briefly grabs his nose as Alyson comes flying off the ropes and connects with another roundhouse kick to his face. Kubo drops down to a knee as Alyson looks to use his own knee as a stepladder but he catches her in a full Nelson before dropping right onto the back of her neck. Kubo releases her immediately as Alyson rolls out of the ring. Kubo gets back up to his feet and sees Alyson posted against the barricade while holding the back of her head.
Kubo bounces up and down before hitting the ropes. As he rebounds off them, he sprints across the ring and flies through the ropes. He just does connect with a suicide dive as the back of Alyson’s head smacks hard against the barricade padding. Kubo picks her up before dropping her chest first onto the barricade. Kubo slides back into the ring as Stefan is at a count of six. He continues to count as Kubo is just getting back to his feet.
Alyson is a little groggy as she climbs up onto the ring apron. She grips the top rope before springing off the ropes and connecting with a missile dropkick. Kubo rolls back up to his feet as he leans in the corner. Alyson quickly smashes him with a back elbow in the corner. As Kubo is slouching over, Alyson hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. In one fluid motion, she springs off the top ropes, wraps her legs around Kubo’s neck and tosses him with a hurricanrana. Right as they land, she kips herself up and connects with a running senton across his chest. She quickly goes for the cover.
One
Tw………
Kubo rolls his shoulder up before the count of two. Alyson gets back up and runs toward the ropes. As she rebounds off them, Kubo catches her with a quick powerslam.
Mason: Cat-like reflexes of Yoshiharu here!
Livingston: Okay now that impressed me.
Kubo pops back up to his feet, pulls Alyson back up before throwing her with a double arm Suplex. Alyson is holding her lower back as Kubo springs off the ropes but Alyson manages to side step him as Kubo lands right onto his butt. Kubo slowly gets up to his feet. Right as he turns toward Alyson, she strikes with a Don’t Cross Aly. Kubo falls down as Alyson hooks both legs while going for the cover.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... ALYSON CROSS!!!Mason: Looks like we're gonna get the rematch, John!
Livingston: You're damn right Eric, Cross thought she was close before but now she gets a second chance ... to be humbled by the Golden Goddess! HAHA!
Alyson rolls out of the ring as “Survivor” is playing over the sound system. She holds her arm up high as Kubo is sitting in the ring as the crowd continues to cheer for him. Alyson shrugs her shoulders as she walks back up the ramp while motioning around her waist.
Mason: You're ridiculous, John. Alyson only lost that match because of interference!
Livingston: She should cherish this win over Kubo, she ain't going two in a row!
The camera cuts to ...
As cameras go backstage, Faith Rivers is sitting behind her desk of their adjoining office when Jordan Sharpe comes walking in with Carley at his side.
JFS: Hey partner, how’s it going?
Faith: Could be better.
JFS: Problems already? I just got here!
Carley: Don’t worry, you two will figure things out.
She gives his arm a reassuring pat before making herself scarce so they can handle business. JFS watches her go before taking a breath.
JFS: I know she’s right. So what seems to be the problem?
Faith sighs in disappointment.
Faith: Remember I told you I sent out a message to the roster saying if they wanted to be considered for the ‘Faithful Chance’ they should come see me? Well, I’ve been here awhile and not a single person has shown up.
JFS: So what are you going to do about it?
It doesn’t take her long to answer.
Faith: I’m going to pick whoever the hell I want. And if anyone has a problem with it, they can always stop by and put themselves out there for next time.
JFS: Seems fair enough to me. I mean, good lord, what do we have to do, dangle a carrot on a string that says 'title shot?'
Faith does her best not to laugh.
Faith: If I was any of them, I would’ve taken the chance already! But I'll be back in a minute. I've got something I need to take care of.
Faith heads out as Carley passes her on the way in.
Carley: Where's she off to?
JFS: Had to go find some carrots.
Having no idea what he’s talking about, Carley gives him a look as cameras go to…
MULTIBRAND MARITIMER BAR FIGHT AT DOOLY'S
Headhuntress Aiya Vs Gabrielle Visconty
Vs Sally Talfourd Vs Jojo Rush
Match Writer: Chunks of Darna Dare
Headhuntress Aiya Vs Gabrielle Visconty
Vs Sally Talfourd Vs Jojo Rush
Match Writer: Chunks of Darna Dare
We find ourselves not at ringside, but amidst the greasy ambience of a Dooly's just a brisk walk from the Scotiabank Centre. The bar has been... mostly cleared out, though at least one pool table appears to still be occupied, and a beer is in the process of being cracked open for a Stetson-sporting figure at the bar.
Mason: Our next four competitors are in for a true Maritime welcome as they enjoy the impeccable hospitality of Dooly's! I did have a prepared statement... but let's not stand on ceremony, and simply apologize for the absolute destruction that Prime is about to cause here tonight. Sorry, not sorry. Let's get this bar brawl started!
Reid: The following match is a fatal fourway Maritimer bar fight, and is for one fall! Joining us first, from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at one hundred and thirty seven pounds ... she is one of the Shinijoshi ... "HEADHUNTRESS" AIYA!
The front door is booted open, and abruptly in strides the Sadistic Sakura. Her keen eyes dart around, already eyeing the joint for weapons - and finding plenty - before with a disappointed snort she realizes her music isn't playing, and strides over to the jukebox. A couple of well-aimed punches change the tune... To "Nyan Cat"?
Livingston: 'Nyan' is Japanese for 'what the actual fuck', Eric.
Mason: I don't think that's--
Reid: From Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds ... GABI VEE!
Aiya punches the jukebox again, clearly not happy with her selection, at tremendous odds with the recently-acquired Angel, who bounces in through the front door with a massive grin, dancing to the tune and trying to fire up the few patrons still inside. Not getting her usual response, she settles for leaping onto the bar and running the length of it, swiping the stetson off the man sat in the endmost stool as she flips off the far end.
Reid: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and eleven inches of perfection, this is 'THE LAST MAGICIAN' SALLY TALFOURD!
Thanks to Aiya, SalTal manages to enter to her own theme tune, the Sadistic Sakura smirking and tapping her foot as she leans up against the jukebox, watching the Korean superstar dash through the door. Sally kicks her leg, whirls around to scope out the dingy bar, and then heads on instinct to the clearest open space she can find.
Reid: From the Badlands, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds ... JOJO RUSH!
Sally's entrance music continues to play, Gabi Vee now dancing along to it with the Stetson; pulled down over her face in one hand, and a watchful Aiya arches a brow as absolutely nobody comes in through the front entrance. At the end of the bar, the now hatless patron drains his beer, slides a twenty to the barmaid... And bull-rushes straight at Gabi Vee!
DING DING DING
WHAM! The barmaid - perhaps the most observant person in the room, as she should be - is still ringing the bell as Rush slams a headbutt through the cover of his own Stetson, jolting Visconty from her dance and sending her staggering backwards against a table. With a bellow, he launches himself up and over, his comparatively vat bulk crushing down on the former Brawl star with a Lou Thesz press. The table gives way beneath them, and he starts to lay in with follow-up punches as Aiya lunges across the room, snatching up a pool cue and smartly snapping it in half - hurling one length of it straight as a dart at the back of JoJo's skull.
The brawny cowboy is knocked sideways by the impact, and Gabi squirms to a crouch, wide-eyed but opportunistic in spite of the early beating, hurling herself behind JoJo, securing an arm then pulling him to his feet by the waist, sending him back towards the bar with a massive heave of her smaller, lither form! IDJITBUSTER!!
While Rush is being straightjacket suplexed a couple hundred words into the future, the oncoming Aiya is having her progress halted by the canny clutches of Sally Talfourd, who in spite of the respect paid her by the Headhuntress is taking absolutely no prisoners, wrenching her around into a short-arm clothesline, then attempting to pull her upright into a hammerlock, wedging a leg behind her knee to maintain greater control. Aiya has other ideas: still gripping one half of the pool cue, she twists through the Last Magician's grip, breaking it with the broken length of wood, twirling it like a baton up into her jaw! It connects, but Sally shifts with the impact, unbalancing the Sadistic Sakura with the trapped leg, then spinning to seize the cue-equipped arm, bending it sharply to force a release.
Aiya fires off an open palm from the other hand, but Sally's already dropping low, coiling like a serpent to erupt into an explosive single-leg dropkick that sends her opponent sprawling backwards onto a pool table!
Mason: It didn't take long for things to get violent here, and I have to admit, I'm surprised to see Sally Talfourd holding her own. Smart money was surely on Aiya, or perhaps the underhanded JoJo Rush.
Livingston: Never count out a technician. She might have that insufferably chipper attitude about her, but 'SalTal' has more than a few tricks up her sleeve. But, she's gonna have to dig deeper than this before her night is done.
If nobody's money is on Gabi Vee, she's not been made aware - and after hurling the larger man into the polished, if rather sticky, wood of the bar she's instantly on the move, hopping to her feet and ripping a chair from under the nearest table. JoJo is cussing indistinctly as he struggles to his feet, rubbing the back of his skull, only to immediately be met by the sliding chair, the seat slamming into his knees. Visconty tosses him a slanted grin as she scarpers into the dim light of the pool hall, vaulting over one table and spinning around the next.
Rush hawks, spits, and reaches behind the bar to wrench a bottle of bourbon off the wall, upending it for a couple of brisk gulps before he sets off at a more lumbering pace behind Vee.
Meanwhile, Aiya has thwarted Sally's manipulation of her body parts, driven a boot into her jaw, and is pursuing her with a flurry of strikes - ending a combination with a roundhouse kick that sends the Last Magician sprawling into a barstool. Seizing a couple of balls off the nearest table, she clacks them together and smirks sadistically, deciding to give the older woman a lesson in hard knocks as she slips one into each hand and then brings them together on both sides of Sally's skull! It's a pretty sickening impact, and Talfourd goes momentarily limp as the balls bounce away across the floor, hefted up and over Aiya's shoulders with a rough grunt, then whipped off to meet a rising knee as she hits a nasty Go To Sleep! From knee, to barstool, to floor, Talfourd goes down in a mess of limbs.
Off in the shadows, a blonde-haired blur whips past JoJo, who's too slow to react as the bottle is snatched from his hands, and then smashed over his skull a second later, draining the big beefcake in sticky bourbon. Tittering to herself, Gabi keeps moving, holding the jagged remains of the whiskey bottle as she handsprings over the next table and lands in a spin next to the Headhuntress - launching straight into a beautiful heel kick that misses by a whisker!
Eyes snapping wide, Aiya matrixes under, then spins sidelong to avoid a follow-up axe kick, winding to her feet with a wary stare at the weapon brandished by Gabi Vee - who hesitates, clenches her teeth, and then thinks better of shanking the Headhuntress; a second thought that costs her, as a beat later she's about being decapitated by a spinning kick from Aiya! SOS! Visconty throws out her arms and manages to land on all fours, but clearly dazed as Aiya picks up the busted bottle and thoughtfully glances around--
--coming eye to bloodshot eye with the bourbon-soaked behemoth who comes raging out of the shadows to turn her inside-out with a positively vengeful big boot! Aiya flips clean over the bar, more bottles raining down onto her, glass breaking in a caterwaul as JoJo follows through, springing onto the edge of the bar and then splashing down onto the Headhuntress!
Mason: With astonishing grace for a big man, JoJo Rush makes what could be a critical error - he might have landed on Aiya, but with all that glass between them, can't have done himself any favors, John.
Livingston: Big yikes! That landing wasn't 'too sweet'. Talfourd looks to be in trouble too; this is a massive opportunity for Gabi Vee, who's suddenly the freshest brawler in the bar. She's gotta bring out that X-Division edge!
If the Angel had any compunctions about stabbing the Headhuntress, she seems to have gotten over them as pertains to Sally Talfourd, already pulling the Last Magician to her feet and drilling her with a couple of forearms, beckoning the other woman on as she seems to stir. Not exactly in her element, Sally's instinct is to isolate a limb, shooting for an ankle pick and attempting to flip Gabi sidelong into a nearby table and chairs. It SEEMS to work, but the elusive Visconty is ready for it, sacrificing herself with a hard bump off the table, landing on one of the chairs - which begins to tip over, precariously depositing her--
--on a light fitting above, as she rolls and leaps, unfolding with a gasp and then a wild grin, swinging on the low-budget chandelier and launching herself at Talfourd, who surprises Gabi by imitating her own trick; leaping off the back of a chair to beat her to the proverbial punch, snatching her from the air to catch her with a double knee facebreaker! EITHER OR!
Behind the bar, there's a brutal flurry of activity, as Aiya and JoJo roll around in broken and soon-to-be-broken glass, flailing at one another with punches, trading headbutts, eyerakes, and then a fish-hook by Aiya that gives her the opportunity to seize JoJo by a handful of hair and SLAM him into the mess of blood and glass they've created, the Headhuntress swiftly rising to her feet with one foot on the big man's shoulders and the other coming down sharply and dangerously on the back of his skull! She's bleeding herself, her gear tattered, but she manages to get off a second vindictive stomp before falling sideways onto the bar, starting to pull herself up and over out of the shard-ridden chaos.
SalTal briefly has Gabi Vee tied up in a pinning predicament, but finds it reversed as the blonde takes a page from Aiya's book and grabs at the technician's hair, wrenching her painfully into a reversal for a brisk count of one, before the better acumen of the veteran wins out, and she spins into an armbar, unable to get the full extension as her own back slams against the edge of a pool table. Visconty grits her teeth, fires off a flexible upkick that catches Sally's face between her foot and the unyielding wood, then pulls herself free and immediately starts snatching up pool balls as she spins away between the tables, turning to rapidly sling them at her rising opponent.
Sally takes the first one on the shoulder with a wince, before dropping low to avoid the next couple of shots, rolling to the cover of the next table along, frowning as she snatches up a ball herself. She weighs it thoughtfully, almost unconsciously shifting her head to dodge another throw, but the next plows into her jaw with a nasty crack. Gabi hurls all her remaining balls at once, like caltrops toward the recovering Aiya, then snatches a half-full glass from one of the patrons nearby, drains the contents, and takes a tumble over the pool table, swinging a kick out for Sally that the Last Magician blocks, and attempts to twist into a hold only to have the glass broken over her head!
Aiya meanwhile slips and slides on the pool balls, but manages to retain her footing with a heavy glower toward Gabi. Not to be fucked with, she flies in as SalTal finally goes down, leaping brilliantly into a snapping neckbreaker that catches Visconty flush on the edge of the table. Landing on one knee, Aiya immediately bounces upright and strides across the room, forsaking the cues and balls along the way to hone in, instead, on the dart boards.
JoJo is back up behind the bar, looking like the victim of a fairly nasty car crash, bits of glass gleaming from the various cuts and gashes in his face, and lighting up his beard like grisly glitter. He pulls out a particularly large shard and tosses it to one side, swiping a cigar and lighter from behind the bar, before making his way toward the pair of women left behind by the Headhuntress - who's disappeared into the gloom by this point.
Mason: Whatever his strategy was, JoJo has to be regretting his choices thus far. But this is a war of attrition - everybody's hurt, everybody but Gabi Vee is bleeding. This is still anybody's game.
Livingston: Oh yeah, you don't win a bar fight by getting the most shots in. You just gotta be the toughest bastard out there, and Rush is a mean man with a cold heart. He won't be fazed by this kind of punishment.
The cowboy takes a puff on his cigar and then leaves it hanging from his mouth, pulling both Gabi Vee and Sally Talfourd to their feet. He measures the pair of them with a couple of chops, then heaves the blonde across his shoulders and seizes the Korean against his chest, turning toward the lounge area of the bar and stepping back into position before LAUNCHING Sally Talfourd with a belly-to-belly suplex into one of the big leather couches. She rolls off and crashes down on the other side, but there's a larger crash still as Gabi Vee suffers a worse landing; ploughing straight through an oak coffee table as she gets Samoan dropped by happenstance.
The landing doesn't do Rush any favors, but he's as tough as advertised, grumbling to his feet clutching only momentarily at his back and neck, turning to bend and scoop Gabi Vee right back up--
--only to cry out in shock and pain as a dart flies clean into his left ass cheek. Aiya steps out of the shadows, smirking, and he rounds on her in fury, diving forward only to get neatly evaded like a bull to a matador. The Headhuntress slips behind him, grabs his hair and simply, savagely jerks him backward, her other hand bearing a second dart that's SLAMMED into the other cheek, restoring symmetry to his chiseled physique.
Talfourd staggers upright, but seems profoundly dazed as she stumbles toward a pair of patrons now watching in aghast amusement, not immediately noticing her as she reaches out and sets a hand to one of their arms. The man jerks in surprise, looking like he's seen a ghost as he turns to face Sally - who stares right through him, with a strange little smile dancing on her lips. He waves a hand in front of her face, and the expression shifts, becoming more natural and bright; wherever she'd disappeared to, the Last Magician is back in the room, muttering an, "excuse me," as she swipes up a pool cue and sets off toward Aiya and JoJo. Gabi Vee attempts to cut her off, but in a deft, efficient spiral of motion, Sally sweeps low, slides the pool cue between her legs, and uses it to drop her back into the wreckage of the coffee table.
She leaves the weapon behind, closing on the Headhuntress, who is straddling the pained JoJo with menace on her mind. Sensing a disturbance, she yoinks one of the darts from his butt and spins to face Sally with a reverse-grip strike of the pointed projectile, only to find her wrist grabbed, along with her elbow. Talfourd neatly bends her like a willow, diverting the sharp end of the dart straight into Aiya's shoulder, with a very faint apology.
There's no apology for the swinging reverse STO she hits a moment later, smooth as butter but with a sharp collision that brings the Sadistic Sakura down on top of JoJo Rush! It's a messy landing, but this only makes the impact of THE OUTRO worse for Aiya, her skull hitting the ground at a nasty, nasty angle. Sally shoves her off and desperately covers!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
Sally's jerked upright by Gabi Vee, who controls both her arms as she falls backwards into a cross-armed surfboard, holding the vaunted technician above her like some kind of prize! The submission is applied, but it only lasts a few seconds before a third body is introduced to the equation; the still-somewhat-limp form of Headhuntress Aiya crashing down on Sally Talfourd, and then Gabi as the weight forces her to break the hold, all three women a tangled mess as JoJo Rush bends to retrieve his fallen cigar and throws up a 'too sweet'. He's sitting pretty for the moment, taking his time with a few kicks and stomps, separating out the pile and finally electing to pluck out the blonde head of hair, pulling Visconty to her feet and spitting the cigar away before he yanks her into a bear hug and then hefts her up onto his shoulders...
It's a schoolboy error by the big man. He's been here before. Visconty comes to life, wriggling free into an explosive inverted somersault, her legs slamming against his shoulders before she whips him into a beautiful ANGELRANA! The landing is ugly, depositing Rush half onto the ruined coffee table, the one dart still protruding from his buttock now trailing against the wreckage, driving it in a little deeper and garnering a pained whimper as Gabi makes the pin!
ONE...
TWO...
THR-- KICKOUT!!
JoJo uses every ounce of power he has to get out of dodge at the last possible instant, hurling Gabi away from him, and sprawling through the wreckage as he struggles to get further away. Prime's Angel looks shocked, almost panicked, as she bounds to her feet and then lunges after the cowboy, pursuing him toward the bar entrance.
He turns, ready to catch her as she leapfrogs over a patron, but she jams out a foot and rolls, rebounding off the edge of a pool table to land behind Rush, using all her gathered momentum - and his, as he instinctively to turns to face her - to hit him with a swinging arm drag that LAUNCHES him at the nearby jukebox! The impact sounds devastating, a massive two-tone thump as his bulk strikes the jukebox, and then the jukebox strikes the wall, skipping tracks...
For a moment, it's hard to recognize the guitar twang that emits from the speakers.
"You can tell the world, you never was my girl,
You can burn my clothes up when I'm gone."
And then Gabi Vee bursts out laughing, as Billy Ray Cyrus' Achy Breaky Heart finds its countrified stride.
Mason: I have no words. Oof!
Livingston: Hey, the man just kicked out of an Angelrana, he deserves more respect than this!
Visconty is still trying to stop laughing as she stumbles away and comes face-to-determined-face with Sally Talfourd, who despite bleeding profusely from the head is still treating this - more or less - like a wrestling match, hands up ready to grapple and a respectful nod passing from her to her present opponent. Gabi clears her throat, sketches a little bow back, and then moves to accept the lock-up; which isn't the best move she could have made. Sally's slicker than the blood pouring down her face, twisting the blonde into a rapid sequence of counter-holds that culminate in a brisk Japanese arm drag, silkily transitioned to an armbar that has Gabi crying out immediately.
But she's a multi-time champ for many reasons, and is adamantly showing no sign of tapping. Sally uses her position to glance around, sees no other immediate threat, and so transitions again, bringing her legs into play to apply a scissored armbar, bringing both arms together, wrenching on the back in the process and then piling on the pain! Gabi Vee's in trouble, nowhere to go and no leverage to get anywhere with!
But the other competitors aren't dead. Mercilessly, it's the Headhuntress who swoops to the questionable rescue, skidding across the floor of the bar into a sliding kick to Gabi's stricken face. The boot strikes firmly, and she's already getting the other leg beneath her to stand, leaping straight into a standing moonsault that brings her crashing down on both Sally and her erstwhile victim, all three woman down in a pile once more.
And once more, JoJo Rush is the man to capitalize. There's a bone-chilling ROAR from the big man, though, who isn't standing ready over said pile - but is beside the jukebox that continues to mock him, RIPPING it away from the wall and up and over his head into a military press, the music dying with a choking buzz of electricity as he hefts the unit in the air and then hurls it like a thunderbolt down at the morass of bodies!
It's unclear who exactly gets the worst of the impact, but the corner of the jukebox certainly leaves a mark, tossed hard enough that it bounces off of skin and bone, cartwheeling through tables and chairs before coming to a noisy and mangled stop halfway toward the back wall. Rush is already diving in to claim another target, hurling a battered body in either direction until he whittles his way down to one, pulling his chosen victim upright...
It's Gabrielle Visconty, who is now bleeding from an ugly-looking dent in her forehead - likely made by the crashing jukebox - the whites of her eyes framed by streaming blood as she blinks at him. Rush lifts one hand, delivers an emphatic 'too sweet' and then hurls Gabi in the air, stepping into her falling body to hit a BULL-RUSH LARIAT--
--that hits the former Brawl star with the force of a freight train, SLAMMING her against the bar where her spine arches painfully. Rush catches himself with the other arm, sadistically gurning as he grabs for the blonde, to cast her down and make the pin. She falls forward, but as she does so another body interjects itself - that of the Last Magician, who's leapt alongside the bar, then clean across JoJo, attempting to catch him in a crucifix!
JoJo stumbles backwards, hooking an arm around Sally and wrenching her free. She lands in a stumble, and Rush whirls, catching her with a second MASSIVE lariat! The plucky technician is turned inside out, collapsing in a heap. Bloodied, weary, but infused with adrenaline, JoJo thrashes like a wounded animal, looking for another target; and sees Aiya on her feet, shaking off the cobwebs and starting forward...
WHAM!! A third Bull-Rush Lariat impacts the Sadistic Sakura, who doesn't fly as prettily as the other two; she's simply driven flat, bulldozed to the floor, the breath leaving her lungs and eyes glazing as Rush bends down to scoop her up, wrenching her into a bearhug and hauling her toward the pool tables. He's red-faced, sweating, but has the energy for one last mighty heave, spinning around into a returning Sally Talfourd, as he hits brutal spinebuster that CLEAVES one of the tables in twain, Sally collapsing beneath the weight of JoJo as he buries her with his mass amidst the busted carnage.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... JOJO RUSH!!!Mason: He endured the bloodlust and fury of the Headhuntress, the speed and chaos of Gabrielle Visconty, and the cunning and precision of Sally Talfourd, picking up a gigantic victory in the process. It was a rocky start to the season for JoJo Rush, but he just proved why we should never, ever underestimate him.
Livingston: Who said I did? The House always wins, and it's never a bad idea to bet on a bona fide cowboy in a barroom brawl. The edge was his or Aiya's, but sometimes it's power and good ol' southern grit that wins out!
JoJo Rush continues to lie on top of Sally, his body quaking for the breath he hasn't been able to catch during the final moments of the match. Gabi Vee is meanwhile flopped against the bar, holding herself up with both arms despite the reddened marks from Sally's earlier submission attempt, muscles visibly twitching in their fatigue. The blood is pooling around her eyes, and the Angel lifts a hand to swipe it away, leaving the palm pressed to her forehead for a moment as she looks over at the exhausted victor. The barmaid has returned to her battle-damaged post, and knows her business well, opening and sliding a bottle across the sticky surface.
Visconty ekes out a tired, elated grin as she snatches up the beer, raises it in a salute to JoJo and Aiya, and finally SalTal. She takes one swig before she staggers toward the exit. Nobody else gets up before Rush, who slips and sways to the bar himself, squinting until he spots an unbroken bottle of bourbon. It's passed his way, and he pops it open before draining fully half the bottle in several thirsty gulps. Gasping in satisfaction, he throws up a 'too sweet', mirrored by the barmaid, who snatches the bottle and takes a swig herself.
Mason: Well, welcome to Prime, Gabi Vee. This was a hell of a housewarming party, but, I don't know about you... I've seen quite enough of Dooly's for one evening.
Livingston: I think Dooly's has seen quite enough of us! They're gonna need a couple medics and a whole team of carpenters to fix this mess. Sharpe's definitely getting a big bill for this one. Ah well, he's got money.
The camera cuts to ...
We cut to ringside, where the loud ringing of the bell immediately greets our ears.
Mason: If I'm not mistaken, we already called for the bell, the previous contest is over...
Livingston: That was for the match, yeah? Nobody rang last orders at the bar!
Indeed, we find ourselves in the august company of "The Sipsmith" Lila Rue, who is wearing a silver puffed body-warmer over her disheveled ring gear from her earlier match. A fresh bruise on her cheek is untended, but her eye makeup has been touched up and she's smiling in spite of the loss, confidently eyeing the camera as she throws down the ring bell she's been beating on. It lands with a dull clank, as we zoom out to include 'Respectable' Joe Danes in the frame.
Danes: Uh, well, I was waiting for somebody else, but I guess I'm here with Lila Rue. Lila, how do you feel abou--
Rue: Nope! Nuh uh! This is NOT your interview, Joe. Give me that microphone and get outta here!
Prime's resident interviewer looks painfully confused, glancing at a ringside producer with a frantic gesture. He squints, peering at the cue sheet, and looks back to the insistently-pointing woman with an awkward shrug.
Danes: No, pretty sure I've got this slot. It says right there, 'Joe Danes interview with–'
Rue: Bitch, please. Ain't you heard of a hostile takeover? Move yo' ass! Ladies!
She clicks her fingers thrice in the air, snap-snap-snap, and from the stage emerge her 'chorus line' - three tall, strutting women in bustiers and lace underwear, who giggle from behind black balaclavas as they swarm the ring and surround Danes, who stammers a protest that dies in a gasp as one of them sinks her teeth into his earlobe. His knees weaken, and he's abruptly tied up by the other two, bundled up between them, and dragged away as Lila moves to the center, grinning happily, a bounce in her step and the microphone poised beneath her lips.
Rue: Ladies, gentlemen, and wild ones of all ages! Put your drinks in the air and give a warm, Horny Halifax welcome to my most esteemed guest for the evening. The woman, the myth, the legend! Your future AMC Broadcast Champion... AMBER LISA HALL!
That's when “Run It” comes blasting over the speakers with Amber coming through waving out to fans with a huge grin on her face with a cannon can in her hands. Saul rolled his eyes while he walked down the ramp ahead of her while Amber stood on the top and fired out some Prime T-shirts towards the fans to catch. She then places it behind the Extreme Tron and starts walking down the ramp playing towards the fans. Saul was already inside of the ring winking over at Rue while he found a spot to sit down till she arrived inside of the ring. Amber ran over to Rue giving her two thumbs up for her match earlier. Amber grabs the seat next to her uncle with a big grin while she has the microphone in her hand.
Amber: GIRL I LOVE THE SET UP! Thank you for having me out here.
If Amber's happy to be here, Lila is simply delighted, vibing to the other woman's theme with her lips pursed and hips poppin'. She even brings the mic up to her lips to mouth, "Run it!" In time to the music, but she's ready to react with a gasp and a hand pressed to her breast as her former babysitter makes her introduction.
Rue: Thank you for bein' here, bad mama!
Her gushing is completely sincere, lost a little on the live mic as - swept on the moment - she forgets to bring it to her lips. Momentarily self-aware, the burlesque starlet clears her throat and tosses her hair with a breezy laugh as she rallies to address the fans directly, curbing their ongoing applause with an upraised finger.
Rue: Halifax, this woman is my hero, and she oughtta be yours! She does not quit, she does not surrender, she does not, take, shortcuts! Prime, I'm'a tell you right now; the House don't always win, but Amber always delivers. And I stan! YES I DO!
There's a pop as she yells the last, and a chant briefly breaks out in the front row.
"WE STAN TOO! WE STAN TOO!"
Lila's finger goes up again, her cheeks flushed.
Rue: Whew, okay. Sorry, girl, I got goosebumps. You are big, bold, and be-oo-tiful tonight. But let's rewind to earlier this very evening; on the eve o' the big match, of your ascension, to finally take this opportunity denied you in Edmonton, and Callie Clark had the audacity. How're you feelin' after tellin' her where to stick it, sister?
Amber has a very big grin on her face looking around at the crowd reaction towards her while Saul just was not caring one bit. Amber nods softly with a grin.
Amber: It felt great because I am not that type of person who will give up that easily on things. Yes, I know in the past year I have been very down on myself about my losses and it's all because I was worried about how daughters would look at me. My daughters, the children from the hood and my husband, and the most important person...my coach... my father.
She was about to say something else when Saul took the microphone from her. This draws a rapid blink and a sharply raised eyebrow from Lila, who opens her own mouth to speak only to get cut off - appearing deeply perturbed by this turn of events.
Saul: Look, we don’t need this moment to go down Loserville before the biggest match of your life tonight. I told you what you will need to do, and for the last month I helped bring out what you were missing, and tonight it will be shown to everyone and after you show that “power” that is within you tonight in your match. Then we can go get my brother back!
Amber watches Saul very closely while he starts to check out Lila Rue circling around her a bit like she was meat. With a dangerous air of sarcasm she shifts her hips, allowing him his little look. He looks over at Amber as he grins, placing a finger into playing with the end of it a bit.
Saul: If not... then you just end up like this whore....with a dumb hosting job.
Amber looked down a bit but could tell she was slowly getting mad while her fist was getting tightening.
Rue: Fuckin'... excuse... you!
Lila's arm is out, between Amber and her uncle, her eyes wide and blazing.
Rue: I bust my ass out here, almost take down the Devil her-damn-self, and this is the shit I put up with? This the shit he gives you, bad mama? 'Cuz girl, those kids in the hood, they revere you just like I do. They fight every day, right in front of me, to be the teeniest, tiniest fraction of what you are when you step out here to get. it. done!
Snap-snap-snap, her fingers twitch insistently toward Saul's face as she sashays right up into his grill. Graceful but aggressive.
Rue: I'm'a give you one chance to apologize to this lean, mean, queen before I put yo' ass down, y'hear me? You thinnin' out on top, maybe you thinnin' inside so I say it again; one chance! Apo-lo-gize, pound a shot with the Sipsmith, then get your wrinkly ass to ringside where you will watch in awe as your badass niece eviscerates a Golden Goddess. LADIES!
She snaps her fingers again, and her chorus line sashay back down to ringside, bearing a silver tray on which is arrayed a rainbow plethora of shots. Lila's eyes narrow, lips pulling into a broad, challenging smirk as she stares the man down.
Rue: What's it gon' be, sip or kick? Pick your poison.
Saul smirks as Amber then out of the blue pushes past Lila and spears him down to the mat with a strong force as the crowd pops for her! Saul is holding his side, licking his lips, looking at both of the women with a grin. Saul stood up looking over at both of them as he pointed his finger at them both. Lila has backed off, arms raised and palms up, cajoling the fans with an astonished stare.
Saul: Next time you're both in the ring against people who always look down at you! Just like how your two wouldn’t stand for my shit at this moment! Your two need to take that same aggression and place it inside of the ring because if not. Amber, you will not become the AMC Champion tonight. Lila, my sexy chocolate you will not get far here on Prime!
He tosses the microphone down to the mat as he slides out of the ring with his back to them while he was walking towards the back with Amber looking over Lila with a grin as she held her fist out towards her to give her a pounce back.
Rue: Oh-ho! Uncle Saul, I will go precisely as far as I mean to.
With a boisterous grin, she thrusts her fist against Amber's, and locks eyes with her childhood hero.
Rue: As far as this woman inspired me to go.
She steps away, and reaches through the ropes to pluck two glasses from the platter. She turns, the bright blue liquid within sloshing, and clinks them together, draining one then the other with two easy gulps. She masterfully keeps a hold on the microphone, juggling it toward her lips as she strides back towards Amber.
Rue: Girl, you don't need him. You damn sure don't need the House. You don't gotta let these vaude-villains inside your head. You got me, and more importantly; you got you.
Bright eyes, alive with the renewed buzz of booze, sweep across the crowd as she raises her voice:
Rue: And she got you too, right? Bitches, put your drinks in the air if you got 'em! Raise your hands and your bold, beautiful voices for AMBER LISA HALL!
Stomping her feet, throwing one arm in the air, she passes the mic to Amber for the last word. Amber took the microphone from her taking in the reactions of the crowd getting herself pumped as she grins looking out right to the camera.
Amber: Tonight! Callie! I AM GOING TO RUNNNNNNN ITTTTTT!!!!!!
“Run It” came blasting over the speaker as she dances along with Lila inside of the ring. Saul shakes his head, walking off toward the back.
Livingston: Is that it? Has Uncle Saul been cut off? Amber just made a huge mistake - that's her second in one night, and she's out there dancing with some bimbo?!
Mason: Lila Rue is a legitimate competitor, and I for one am happy for both of them. Amber needs good friends and family beside her, and she needs someone who can stand next to her and beat some behind when the House comes running!
Livingston: The Golden Goddess won't have any help tonight, we've made that crystal clear.
Mason: It never hurts to have backup. Tonight could be the first battle in an all-out war…
And we go to .....
Callie Clark and Tori Taylor are walking backstage, when they stop as they see Indy Champion Scorpio and Creme.
Callie: Well well well, if it isn't the soon to be FORMER Indy Champ. Keeping the title warm for me I trust?
Callie smirks. The Prime Minister looks up from his phone and immediately rolls his eyes as he spots Clark. Beside him Creme cracks her knuckles and goes to launch into a tirade against the #1 contender, however Scorpio puts a hand out and holds his manager back. There’s a brief look between them as Scorpio shakes his head.
Scorpio: Darling I think I proved perfectly well last week when I shoved a Louboutin heel down your boyfriend’s throat despite your little gang’s best efforts. You and whatever army you choose to bring out don’t stand a fucking chance, baby girl. Now, we both have big matches tonight, let’s bid one another adieu until the contract signing…
He gives a smile dripping in sarcasm before turning on his heel to leave, however Tori shakes her head and steps forward.
Tori: You really are going to underestimate Callie like that? Give her no chance? Let me remind you since she joined Prime nobody has been able to pin or submit her, and she's been running through opponents just like you. You're impressive no doubt, but everybody who underestimates Callie regrets it, like a certain former champion who considered her nothing but a bikini model and still hasn't been seen since.
Callie: Boy that would be a nice feather in my cap, breaking the arm of the "Prime Minister" and putting him on the shelf….
Callie smirks, then shoots a look over to Creme.
Callie: Hell maybe I'll start with you…
Creme once again cracks her knuckles and looks to get involved. As Scorpio goes to hold her back she pushes him away and steps forward, getting right in Callie’s face.
Creme: Now listen here Melody-lite you’re awfully fucking full of yourself but bitch you have NO IDEA what you’re getting yourself into. Where’s your boy Jack? Still whimpering after that AGR?! You’ve risen fast on this brand but you’re about to hit the ceiling and come crashing down… so if I were you I’d make this much less embarrassing for yourself and keep your little mouth sh–
Before she can finish Tori steps forward and shoves Creme back, defending her client. Creme’s eyes narrow before she shakes her head and pulls back for a hard slap – only for Scorpio to pull her hand back and step in front of her. He turns and admonishes his manager, shaking his head, before facing Tori and Callie.
Scorpio: ENOUGH. I haven’t got time for backstage scrapping and name-calling. Callie keep your little pet in check. We’ll see the pair of you out there… and come Stranglemania you better fucking pray your mouth isn’t writing checks you can’t cash darling…
He rolls his eyes once again as Tori is heard muttering “who are you calling pet”. Callie gives a little smirk, pleased she’s rattled the team of Scorpio and Creme. Once again the drag queen goes for Tori and Scorpio gets a hand around his manager’s waist practically dragging her away, however as she goes we can hear Creme singing to the tune of WAP “that’s the whore from The House, that’s the whore from The House…” Callie is steaming hearing this, but Tori holds her back and tells her they’ll get her later as we go to .....
We return to ringside where the crowd is eager for some more in-ring antics!
Mason: We are back between the ropes, with what promises to be a wild contest between a positively unhinged Jack Severn, the returning storm of Aeon Khronos, and the ever-lurking holder of the PrimeTime briefcase, Dalilah Ashe, who was instrumental in staving off the efforts of the House to keep Severn in the Legends of the Ring tournament.
Reid: The following contest is a triple threat match, and is for one fall! Joining us first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds ... JACK SEVERN!
'15 Minutes' by Shattered Skies hits as Jack walks down to the ring once the guitar riff starts, smiling with the utmost confidence in his face. He claps for himself, mocking the crowd, as he enters through the ropes. Once in the center of the ring, he relishes in the crowd's hatred, mocking them and their heroes. before taking his jacket off.
Reid: From The Edge of Time Itself, weighing in at one hundred and fourteen pounds ... AEON KHRONOS!
The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of Aeon Khronos, paying them no mind as the beat kicks in on "Time" by Pink Floyd. She approaches the ring with a smirk on her face, enjoying what she's about to do as she slides into the ring and prepares herself for the match.
Reid: And their opponent, the Most Dangerous of The Deadly Sins. She is the Beautiful Tragedy of the EWC, The Last Temptation ... DALILAH ASHE!
Ready For Combat by Icon For Hire 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. 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.
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 who herself walks in the shadow of her bodyguard Bedlam Briggs. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron Dalilah looms over the audience like some ancient icon of sex and death. She sneers down at them, slowly wetting her painted lips with the tip of her tongue before throwing her head back and screaming like a banshee. Sliding between the ropes with an evil expression she stares down her opponents with a look of contempt and nothing but bad intentions.
DING DING DING
Jack's intentions are no better than Dalilah's, the Catalyst storming into action the instant the bell rings, seeming to defy TIME ITSELF as he blurs across the ring into a spinning backfist that sends Aeon Khronos stumbling into the corner. Ashe snarls and darts in to intercept, only for Severn to round on her with a flurry of strikes, a wild mishmash of chops, closed fists and slaps that she mostly weathers; only to eat a swinging kick between the legs. This doubles her over, right into the maniacal laughter of her opponent, who steps back, adjusts his kneepad--
--and is yanked into a reverse neckbreaker from Aeon Khronos, who straightens up and dusts off her hands as she looks warily at the Last Temptation. Dalilah runs a hand back across her mouth, then jabs an angry finger at the downed Severn. Aeon blinks in surprise but nods, smiling slightly as she assists Ashe in pulling Jack to his feet and hitting a double team DDT. Both women bound to their feet, look at one another, and then hit the ropes. Aeon looks a little out of place as she leapfrogs, lands, and spins around to catch Dalilah coming back the other way - only to instead eat a running knee as Ashe puts on the brakes and launches herself like a missile!
The Mistress of Time crumples forward, but is only halfway down when she's grabbed, yanked back up and then hit with a swinging neckbreaker. Dalilah rolls to her feet, laughing and shaking the ropes before rounding on Jack Severn, who's on his feet and glaring, red-faced and breathing hard in the moment before he CHARGES, sending both Dalilah and himself up and over the top rope with a running clothesline! They both bounce off the apron, but Jack twists and lands on top, throwing clubbing fists down at the spine of the Last Temptation, screaming at the top of his lungs!
Mason: All three of our competitors mean business, but Jack Severn's offense is... wild.
Livingston: He just had a big opportunity stolen from him! You'd be upset too! You don't understand anything, Eric!
Severn stares at the crowd, bug-eyed as they rain him with contempt. He points at Ashe, irate, asking them if they're on HER side. When someone in the front row confirms it, he slaps the drink from their hand, then dives beneath the ring, pulling out a stack of chairs and snatching one of them up, smashing it against his own head before bringing it down repeatedly onto Dalilah Ashe. The official stalls his count to deliver a warning, and in reply Jack turns around and hits himself again, as if this somehow evens the tally.
Mason: Two wrongs don't make a right.
Livingston: Says you.
Aeon Khronos has seen enough, and slides out on the other side of the ring, slipping around to intercept Jack before he can bring the chair down on Dalilah again. He swings at her instead, but the Mistress of Time goes behind and hauls him into a German suplex, attempting to hold on only for Severn to wriggle free and then rush back toward her. She drops to counter, but he pulls up sharply and jabs a finger into her eye, then seizes her in a headlock and pulls her into a DDT on top of the fallen chair. The crowd HATE this, and Jack is delighted that they do!
The official is frustrated, and tries to restore order, threatening to disqualify Severn. Jack just laughs, pointing up at the referee and asking his 'adoring fans' if they can believe the audacity of this guy, and a moment later there's a mighty clatter as Dalilah Ashe steps in, swinging another chair into the Catalyst's back! He slumps forward in pain, and she drops the chair with a smug look of faux-innocence, ignoring the warning now sent in her direction as she instead directs Bedlam Briggs to take up a position at the base of the ramp, and prevent any interference. Once Savage's big bodyguard gets into position, Ashe breaks the much-delayed count, then hauls Khronos to her feet and bundles her into the ring. She tries to slide in after her, but Severn lunges for her trailing foot and grabs it, hauling her back outside.
Dalilah lands in a stumble, and immediately eats a spinning backfist to the mouth, Severn pausing to spit on her - the crowd, of course, hate it - before diving under the bottom rope - right into a perfectly timed dropkick from Aeon Khronos! He bounces off the ropes, and is immediately caught and spun into a massive QUANTUM DRIVER! The official is just a little tardy starting the count, glancing toward the ramp to check for signs of interference...
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Aeon puffs out her cheeks, clearly a little frustrated as she sinks onto her haunches, looking at the referee, who assures her it was a two. Severn is laughing as he crawls away, the irritating noise dying abruptly in a gurgle as Dalilah Ashe re-inserts herself with a stomp to his neck, then bursts into a dash at Khronos, catching her with a V-Trigger knee strike! It's the Last Temptation's turn to make some noise, openly mocking Jack's laughter with her own, exaggerated and wild, as she rounds on him and perfectly times her approach into a BRUTUS BLADE!
Knees meet spine, and Jack Severn collapses. Dalilah dives into the cover.
ONE...
NO!
She's still groggy, but Aeon Khronos makes the save, throwing herself at the flank of the other woman, into the cover herself!
ONE...
KICKOUT!
Jack Severn gets the shoulder up and slithers out of there, pulling himself back out to ringside as both women get to their feet, staring at one another. The earlier accord between them isn't reached; Aeon niftily ducks under a scything roundhouse from Dalilah Ashe, responds with a kick to the ribs, then attempts to hit another Quantum Driver only to be furiously denied by a clubbing forearm across the back and then a crunching spike piledriver! Ashe shoves her away, not bothering to cover in favor of slinging herself off one set of ropes and vaulting the other--
--landing beautifully on the shoulders of Severn, who has a half-second to panic before he's slung across the outside by a poison-rana! He lands on the remaining stack of chairs, struggling to all fours as Dalilah watches him in a predatory crouch, sizing him up before running in...
...CLANG! Right into the back of a hurled chair. She falls against the apron, and Severn pounces to his feet, moving drunkenly but able to grab a double handful of hair and drive her face over and over into the edge of the ring! Ashe is bust open, and Severn digs his fingers into the open wound, braying obnoxiously into the faces of the front row.
Mason: He's taken a lot of punishment, but Jack Severn is determined to give as good as he receives.
Livingston: That's just the kind of nice guy he is, Eric! I swear you're biased against Severn here! You need to be impartial!
Leaving Ashe bloodied, Severn rolls back into the ring, absolutely recklessly walking right into the clutches of Aeon Khronos, who pulls him up by the head and hunts for the double underhooks, looking for the Time Warp! Severn fights back frantically, getting out by sheer desperation and sprawling once more toward the bottom rope. Aeon pursues him, and Jack rolls toward her legs, knocking her forward, throat-first into the top rope! There's an unpleasant gurgle that only gets worse as Severn leaps up and throws a leg over the woman's neck, dropping his weight onto her and laying it in thick and hard with the choke - the referee giving a rapid count to five that he breaks an instant before the disqualification. The boos of the crowd are soaked up by Severn, who spreads his arms, beckoning them to keep it going before he steps in and hauls Aeon up onto his shoulders - putting her in a torture rack.
He takes his sweet time, bouncing the Mistress of Time in the excruciating hold, and then spinning her out--
--into a BLACKJACK BOMB?! The ring shudders on impact, and the Scotiabank Centre POUR THEIR DERISION DOWN as Severn lackadaisically covers.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!!
A bloodsoaked Dalilah Ashe dives under the bottom rope, tumbling into position behind Severn and hauling him to his feet into position for an inverted DDT... driving him down into the tight clutch of a Dragon Sleeper. MOMENTO MORI!
Jack Severn struggles, but the hold is in tight. Snarling, Ashe deepens the hold, getting her hooks in and turning the Catalyst away from the nearest set of ropes. Aeon Khronos stumbles upright, as Severn starts to fade...
And then bursts to life, frantically slinging his free arm back to little avail, but prolonging the hold enough that Ashe starts to gas, writhing in desperation of her own a moment before Aeon is able to find the energy to fall onto the pair, dropping a blow into Ashe's brow and forcing her opponents apart. Dalilah Ashe finds her feet first, Khronos only to her knees as the Last Temptation darts forward - and is tripped by Jack Severn!
The Catalyst gets onto one knee, curling up around the limb, making another adjustment to his kneepad before he turns and charges, driving forth with THE SILENCER! Into Aeon Khronos!
Ashe moves to intercept, and Severn falls backwards, against the ropes. Rather than press in, she stalls for a beat, letting Severn bounce back toward her then sliding in smooth as savage, scary butter to drag him over backwards into position for A KISS BEFORE DYING! Jack stares in wild protest, gritting his teeth and struggling as he's twisted around toward the middle of the ring. Dalilah leans in for the kiss, and then simply snarls instead.
Not even deigning to give Severn the proper sendoff, she spins out, planting him brutally into the canvas! Spinning to her knees, she glares out at the crowd, pushing both hands through her hair before diving toward Aeon. With a white-hot smirk, and a short, damning laugh, she pulls the other woman into position for the same move. This time, she delivers the kiss, and this time she makes the cover immediately, staring levelly at the limp Jack Severn.
ONE...
TWO...
TH-REE!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... DALILAH ASHE!!!Mason: Dalilah Ashe covered her bases, she executed a perfect plan, and despite every desperate effort by the Prime Time Catalyst, she claimed the victory in cruel and absolute fashion.
Livingston: Severn made a critical error at the end there, but he'd taken a lot of punishment already - don't forget, his two opponents ganged up on him! And he didn't have a single friend out there! If you think about it, Jack Severn got absolutely screwed here tonight, and not in the way that he might have enjoyed.
Her job done, Dalilah Ashe doesn't stick around to celebrate, barking at Bedlam Briggs to follow her as she rolls out of the ring, retrieves her briefcase, and strides up the ramp. She pauses at the top, glancing back over shoulder at Jack Severn, who has rolled onto all fours and is busily throwing a raging fit, beating his fists on the canvas and hurling brazen insults at Aeon Khronos before staring after the victor. The Last Temptation slowly smirks, her eyes showing nothing but malice as she blows the Catalyst a kiss that further incenses him, deriving an angry howl and a torrent of abuse sent in her direction - swiftly drowned out by the derision of the crowd.
Mason: This is just sad.
Livingston: Please! He's understandably frustrated! He almost put Aeon away with a Blackjack Bomb before Ashe stuck her nose in. That was a massive statement, and he had the victory stolen from under him - just like Dalilah Ashe stole that briefcase, and stole a victory for Scorpio. From Jack Severn! He's not 'sad'. He's furious. This is a warning.
Mason: A 'warning'. Sure. Severn's the scary one here. Not Dalilah Ashe. You have some truly terrible takes.
The camera cuts to ...
Megumi: Whatcha doing here all by yourself? I know Aiya has business at Dooly’s but don’t you run around with your cousin when all of us are too busy to coordinate?
Narumi: He’s busy messing around with 24/7. Besides, I have to get ready for the main event. It’s big time.
Megumi: As if it’s your first, didn’t you tie the record last year? I came to watch out for you. Considering you’re always on the quick move if we took our eyes off you long enough, I figured next thing I’d know, you’d be accepting Scorpio’s offer to take you under his wing or whatever he meant by helping you build yourself back up.
Narumi smiles in amusement, knowing it’s too out there for anyone to believe she’d do it right now and responds sarcastically.
Narumi: I’m sure it would be good optics to become a student when we’re supposed to get our next kouhai in the company. Let alone what Aiya and Saidie would say about me palling around with him, of all people. I might as well join The House too next. …Seriously, I find it hard to know what to make of Scorpio right now. I know the right thing to do is to give people a chance to prove they’ve changed, that’s what a martial arts practitioner should believe, but the oni in me can’t help but be cautious he’ll play us all for suckers.
Megumi: Accepting people changing for the better is the correct difficult path, but it’s still too early to know for sure what Scorpio’s up to and I always have your back no matter what. You need me out there tonight?
Narumi ponders it over for a moment and then shakes her head.
Narumi: It’s alright. I don’t owe Scorpio much, but he is owed people believing in this capability to see his changes of ways through as a legend. Besides, Ashe and The House are probably more focused on taking him down than they are me, and I’ve handled Crème interference before. So, with the know-how to back it up, I’ll show the world my brave side tonight!
Megumi nods, accepting Narumi’s decision as Narumi hops up to her feet in a better mood.
Narumi: But as for this time to rebuild talk? That’s all fine for people who operate normally, it’s very human to take your time, even if it’s months or years. But the season break was enough for me. I have things to do, people to make proud, and fans to entertain! I’ll always show the world the Onihime operates on demon time, wild and always on the prowl to make the next big move!
The crowd cheer at the excitement, then Narumi smiles at Megumi and they hug before Narumi energetically gets ready for the fight to come. Then the show continues ....
’Run It’ blasts over the speakers as Amber stands on the top of the ramp with her leather jacket on and a smirk across her face. She comes out, playing to the crowd a bit before she climbs inside the ring.
Reid: And her opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 115 pounds, now trending, the AMC Broadcast Champion ... CALLIE CLARK!
A red carpet is rolled out going from the stage to the bottom of the ramp, and Bad Reputation hits as the lights turn gold in the arena. Callie comes out, in a full Mysterio cosplay from Spider-Man with Tori walking out behind her. Callie strikes a pose as pyros go off behind her. 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.
DING DING DING
The two competitors come out of their corners and walk towards each other, meeting close around mid-ring. Amber flashes a smile at Callie, who responds with a cold sneer of disdain. Callie gets in Amber’s face and begins bad-mouthing her and calling for her to lay down and throw the match. Amber slaps Callie, to which Callie responds with a hard bitch-slap. The two exchange glares for a second, then lock up in a grapple. Amber wins the advantage and applies a hammerlock on Callie, following up with a side-slam backbreaker.
Mason: Amber with the early advantage here!
Livingston: She cannot treat the Golden Goddess like this! She can't hurt her back, she needs it to carry this show!
Callie winces for a second, then climbs back to her feet and scowls at Amber. The two lock up again, and Callie comes away with the advantage. Callie whips Amber towards the ropes, then quickly runs behind her and floors Amber with a running clothesline, just as Amber bounces off the ropes, knocking the wind out of her. Callie lifts Amber back on her feet, and uses her foot to choke Amber on the ropes for several seconds, before letting off with her foot. As Amber attempts to catch her breath, Callie kicks Amber in the mid-section, then drives Amber down to her knees. Callie follows up by grabbing hold of Amber's arm and performing an arm stomp on her opponent. As Amber writhes in pain, Callie quickly leaves the ring and looks underneath the ring. Amber is finally back to her feet and looks around for Callie. Callie takes a metal chair out from underneath the ring just as Amber notices her and performs a suicide dive out of the ring towards Callie.
Mason: High risk, high reward!
Livingston: She should be fined for this stuff!
Callie grabs the metal chair off the ground and slams it down on Amber twice. Callie looks down at Amber, then at the now dented chair she is still holding, and a cold smirk comes across her face. Callie tosses the chair inside the ring, drags Amber to the ring, and shoves her under the ropes into the ring. Callie quickly climbs into the ring and positions Amber’s arm between the chair's seat and folding legs and performs an arm stop. Amber yelps in pain, much to Callie’s great delight.
Mason: Callie working that arm, that's her go-to!
Livingston: Beauty AND brains is our Broadcast champ!
Callie takes the chair and sets it up. Amber begins climbing back on her feet, still in a bit of a daze. Callie grabs hold of Amber, lifts her up in the air, and executes a Lights Out on the upright chair’s metal seat.
Mason: Did you hear that crack, John!?
Livingston: That one is going to hurt tomorrow, hahaha!
Callie goes for the pin!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and STILL The AMC Broadcast Champion ... CALLIE CLARK!!!Mason: Another successful title defence for Callie Clark here tonight, John, and she's on the Road to StrangleMania!
Livingston: And our Golden Goddess will be a DOUBLE Goddess! She's got the killer instinct, Eric! What a performance!
Mason: Let's not forget about Amber, she was great here tonight but comes up just short in her hunt.
Livingston: Ah hell, she'll be back. She never gives up. Callie was just too much tonight.
Callie laughs as she holds her title up while she walks up the ramp with Tori, leaving Amber in the ring as we go to ....
As cameras go into the backstage area, Draco Lazarus is seen getting ready for his big match with Queen Melody Malone later on in the evening when his locker room door suddenly bursts open and in storms Nevaeh.
Nevaeh: What the hell do you think you’re doing?!
Draco: Uhhhh, getting ready for my match. What does it look like I’m doing?
Nevaeh: Not now. Last show. I never asked for your help nor did I want it. I was quite capable of beating Dodo Rush all on my own thank you very much!
Nev seethes, practically getting up in his face. Draco dons his signature smirk as he gets back to lacing his boots.
Draco: Of course you would have. JoJo McSlow only rides in passenger sides. You ain’t no scrub. You are a driver.
Draco chuckles, then starts to lace his other boot.
Nevaeh: At least you know that much.
She adds, aiming a smirk back in his direction.
Nevaeh: Still doesn’t explain what you were doing out there though.
Clearly, Nev still wants answers, even if she is sounding slightly confused over his comment.
Draco: I also know you are better than every other member of the House. They think they are a dominant force. I’ve seen you kick ass and take names for years. Do you like to play with matches?
She thinks about his question for a moment, not sure where he’s going with this.
Nevaeh: If it’s necessary, but I much rather play with this!
Nev raises Heaven’s Helper from her side. Draco turns back to Neveah, stares her and the sledgehammer up and down, his pearly whites gleaming.
Draco: You break down the door. I’ll start the fire. How does that sound?
Nevaeh: That isn’t exactly the worse idea ever…
She arches an eyebrow at him.
Nevaeh: …but why would I want to do ANYTHING with you?
Draco: Aside from me being better than everybody else?
Draco chuckles, Neveah is not amused.
Draco: How about having more fun than everyone else? Maybe take down Jordan Sharpe in the process. The sky's the limit with me.
Nevaeh: Is it now?
She didn’t sound convinced.
Nevaeh: Guess I got to give it some thought. For now, I’ve reached my limit on this conversation. Until I give you an answer, stay the fuck out of my matches! Got it? You better hurry up. Your match is next.
Nev gives him a warning glare before turning on her heel and stalking back out as cameras go to…
We return to ringside where this one's been a long time coming!
Mason: Oooooh boy. This one is sure to be firey. Draco Lazarus and Melody Malone, they go back a looooong time ....
Reid: The following match is set for one fall….
The theme from the classic film, Jaws, begins to blare over the loudspeakers. Eventually a tall, thick man dressed as a Medieval Jester comes out with a trumpet in hand. This musically inclined Managor, dressed as a Jester stops at the top of the ramp and begins playing a melody that sounds like it could be a royal introduction as a man wearing a Golden Dispensaries T-shirt makes his way onto the stage.
The unusually large Managor Jester continues down the stage, walking around the stage, continuing his tune until the man in the Golden Dispensaries T-shirt enters the ring. The noticeably tall Jester then joins the other man in the ring. The royal melody begins playing again, this time a ring of fire forms on the stage. With his arms spread, the former EWC Champion walks into the ring of fire. Boos fill the arena one of the most annoying EWC competitors to ever compete makes his way to the ring.
Worchester Squire: EWC fans around the world. It is your honor and pleasure for me to announce the return of Draco of House Lazarus, First of his name.
The Breaker of Chains, Bringer of Nightmares, Ruiner of Careers, Winner and Defender of Titles, The One True Most Hated King of EWC Television .... DRACO LAZARUS!
Draco Lazarus’ head couldn’t possibly be higher. Making his way down the ring, hands on the collars of the Golden Jacket, his nose looking down on the few hands reaching out for high fives he ignores walking to the ring. The height advantaged Jester holds the ropes open for Draco to climb through. Draco struts around the ring for a bit before handing the Golden Cane off to Managor in his corner.
Reid: And the opponent, residing in San Diego, California and weighing in at 145 pounds she is the EWC Undisputed Champion... MELODY MALONE!
The lights dim, but don’t go dark before the soft words of Billie Eilish’s “You Should See Me In A Crown” begin to play over the P.A. system. Melody comes out from backstage with her crown upon her head and her personal retainer Rory Hyland in tow. She’s unflinching to the crowd’s expression as she comes down the entrance ramp. Rory gets onto the apron, holding the ropes open for Melody to climb through without losing her crown. As Melody climbs into the ring, she gives the crowd a sarcastic smile before she relinquishes the crown to Rory and prepares for her match.
DING DING DING
Malone runs at Lazarus and rams a knee into his gut. It doubles him over and allows Malone to rain down with forearm smashes to Lazarus’ shoulders. Malone whips Lazarus off the rope and lashes out with a superkick. Lazarus blocks by catching Malone’s foot. She hops on the spot before jumping into an enziguri that knocks Lazarus to the mat. Both get to their feet. Malone’s on her feet first and runs at the ropes hitting a springboard bulldog. Lazarus pulls himself to his feet but it means nothing as Malone runs and takes Lazarus back to the mat with a tornado DDT. Malone makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lazarus gets a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Lazarus cracks Malone with a back elbow to the face. Malone clutches her face as Lazarus grabs her from behind. He lifts Malone for a side suplex but he throws Malone over his shoulder and she crashes to the mat face first. Lazarus jumps to the top rope and leaps back with a moonsault. The impact causes Lazarus to bounce to his feet. He runs at Malone taking her back to the mat with a running neckbreaker. Malone pulls herself to her feet but Lazarus catches her with an uppercut. He positions Malone for a DDT but Malone counters by lifting Lazarus for a bodyslam. Lazarus slips over Malone’s shoulder and drives her down with a reverse DDT. He rolls over alone and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Malone just manages to push her way free.
Mason: Almost a three count over the champion there.
Livingston: Almost being the keyword. You're nuts if you think The Queen will be pinned that easy, ERIC!
Both get to their feet and Lazarus blasts Malone with a clothesline. She staggers backward where a back elbow sends her into the corner. Lazarus goes through the ropes to the apron and rolls in hitting a somersault stunner for the full Golden Ratio. He hooks the leg as he makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Malone rolls to her side to break the count. Lazarus drags Malone to her feet but she pushes him away and hits a Crowning Achievement. He bounces off the mat and rolls. He lays on his stomach with his feet up the ropes. Malone pulls him off the ropes and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lazarus rolls to his front to break the count.
Mason: Almost a win there! Any closer and the bell is ringing.
Livingston: Draco coulda been saved the ropes with that one, Eric.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... MELODY MALONE!!!Mason: Like a true champion, Melody Malone finds a way to win. Draco Lazarus tried to take the fight to her on the outside but Malone was one step ahead.
Livingston: Draco was certainly great here but nobody is as great and regal and beautiful as the Undisputed Champion. The only good thing Sharpe ever did was get that deal done with Melody. But only three matches?? Come on!
Malone stands in the ring and holds her championship high as Rory rolls into the ring. He places Melody’s crown on her head and crouches on his hands and knees. Melody steps onto his back and holds her championship a little higher.
Mason: Would you compose yourself, John!? We just witnessed a fantastic match here worthy of the hype!
Livingston: Draco is DAMN good, he is going to tear it up here on PRIME but he's not as good as Melody, at least not on this night.
The camera cuts to ...
We open to ringside before the main event as the crowd are settling down. Prime’s General Manager Jordan Sharpe is already in the ring sat at the head of a table where two chairs are sitting either side of it. He gets to his feet and raises a microphone.
JFS: Ladies and gentlemen in three weeks the Indy Championship will be on the line as Callie Clark takes on Scorpio at Stranglemania. This promises to be a high-octane contest and one I’m sure we’re all desperate to see… and… well there may be a twist or two to come. Now, to sign the contract please welcome first the challenger, our AMC Broadcast Champion … Callie Clark!
“Bad Reputation” hits the speakers and the crowd boo loudly as Clark emerges from the back with Tori Taylor by her side. She smirks and taunts the fans as the pair head down the ramp and climbs into the ring. Jordan offers his hand for a handshake but Callie looks disgusted and takes her seat at the table with Tori behind her, Callie's feet up on the table.
JFS: And please welcome the reigning Indy Champion and Prime Minister…
There’s a brief flash on Jordan’s face reminding us that was his original nickname.
JFS: … Scorpio!
“Iconic” hits the speakers and in the context of sitting opposite Callie the crowd actually cheers The S-Factor! He steps out from the back with Creme de la Creme by his side and raises the Indy Championship above his head. He even slaps hands with a couple of the fans before he and Creme hit the ring. Jordan offers him the handshake now and after a moments hesitation, he shakes Jordan's hand to a pop from the crowd and he takes the seat opposite Callie. Scorpio places the Indy Championship on the table in front of him and runs an acrylic nail along the nameplate, reminding Callie just who the champion is. Callie rolls her eyes at this gesture, but keeps looking at the championship she desires as well as Scorpio.
JFS: Well. I for one am very excited for this match, we have two fierce competitors here going one on one at the biggest show of the year for what I consider to be the best title in all of professional wrestling. Before we sign on the dotted line here tonight I figured we would give both parties a chance to speak.
Callie takes the opportunity to talk first, picking up her mic off the table.
Callie: Scorpio, I know you might be looking at this as just another title defense, but this match is the culmination of everything I've been working for since I got here. This is the biggest match of my career and nothing will stop me. You might just see me as a wanna be Melody, but unlike her when she got her big match with you, I won't fumble the bag, I will put you down like old yeller and take what I want!
Callie slams her fist on the table, then stops leaving an opening for Scorpio to talk.
Scorpio: Old yeller? Oh baby when you’ve had all the botox, filler, and nip-tucks there is NO comparison. Nice try though. See when it comes to Stranglemania you’re not going up against a broken old dog waiting to be put down, you’re going up against an Indy Champion in his PRIME ready to cement his legacy. And that legacy involves kicking up-jumped airheads off their undeserved perches and back to the depths they came from. The Golden Goddess? Bitch you’re tarnished brass at best.
Jordan chuckles at Scorpios insults but desperately remains professional as Callie shoots him a glare.
JFS: Well now if you'll both open up the contracts in front of you you'll see the specifics of the match laid out for you. This match for the Indy Championship at Stranglemania will be contested….
He looks at both of the competitors, and then out to the crowd..
JFS: As a Barbed Wire Ropes match!
The crowd pops at the extreme match type fitting for Stranglemania. Callie smirks a little knowing the pain she can inflict whilst Scorpio leans back in his chair. He looks to Creme whose eyes widen.
Callie: All that liposuction and plastic surgery… sure will be a shame to see it all undone when I run that pretty little face over barbed wire… you’ll be wiping the blood out of your eyes to look up at me clutching the Indy Championship.
Callie signs the contract then slides it over to the champ with a sly grin on her face.
Scorpio: Careful now Callie, if I were you I’d be concerned the silicone fun bags will pop when I drop you on the barbs…
Callie sneers as the crowd give a cheer. Scorpio smiles a little as Tori screams at him to take back the accusation. The S-Factor raises his microphone once more.
Scorpio: And lets see how much help your little band of no-name useless fuckwits provide when they can’t even get into the ring without flaying themselves. All by yourself Callie - do you even know how to wrestle without backup?
Scorpio signs the contract himself, then sits back listening to what the challenger has to say.
Callie: Well considering I won this title to begin with by myself, yeah I think I'll be fine on my own. But you know who says I'll be on my own anyway? Whats stopping me from throwing you over those barbwire ropes to open the door for my "band of no-name useless fuckwits" to handle you?
Callie smirks.
Callie: But you know speaking of them…I don't see any barbwire right now do you? How about I introduce you to them right now?
Callie has an evil grin on her face as the other members of The House begin walking down the ramp, causing Scorpio to jump out of his chair and stand ready to fight. He eyes them all…but turns his back to Callie and she leaps across the table, tackling him! Jordan Sharpe suddenly reacts, pulling Callie off Scorpio and yelling for security, who quickly run out in a swarm to block The House from getting in the ring and to hold all 4 people in the ring apart.
JFS: No no no we're not doing this now, save it for StrangleMania! I'm not having my main event get ruined!
Security now escort Callie and Tori out of the ring, and Callie yells at Scorpio warning him she'll get him soon. The House, now together as a unit stand on the ramp as Creme helps Scorpio up.
LEGENDS OF THE RING TOURNAMENT
& FOR THE 'PRIME MINISTER' NECKLACE
Narumi Tsutsumi
Vs Scorpio
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where it's time for a colossal main event!
Mason: It's going to be Barbed Wire Ropes for Scorpio at StrangleMania but right now we're going to find out if he's doing double duty! It's Scorpio, it's Tsutsumi and it's the rematch and it's now!
Reid: The following match, set for one fall, is part of the Legends Of The Ring Tournament and it is for the Prime Minister necklace. Making her way to the ring, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Shinjuku Japan.......she is the Onihime…….. , NARUMI TSUTSUMI!
Stage spotlights shine down in the dark as "The Baddest" by Raon Lee begins to play with the oni princess skipping onto the scene in a pink oni mask. Narumi waves at the fans as the spotlight follows her. As she makes her to the ring apron, she turns to the camera to take off her mask and strikes the Shinijoshi's double deuce pose as the lights turn back on in the arena. She enters the ring to skip around and wave at the crowd.
'Rule Britannia' hits the speakers as red, white, and blue lighting flashes around the arena. The crowd begin to cheer with a few smattered boos as the image of a waving Union Jack is displayed on the X-Tron. Superimposed on this is the message "Please be upstanding for your Prime Minister". After a little while the orchestral music fades down…
Reid: And the opponent, already in the ring, please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The People's Camp', 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet', 'The Prime Minister'... 'THE S-FACTOR' and the Indy Champion .... SCORPIO!
Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.
DING DING DING
Narumi runs at Scorpio and cracks him with a Superman punch. He stumbles. Narumi cracks him with a roundhouse kick to the side of the head that knocks him against the ropes. Narumi whips Scorpio off the ropes and catches him with a rear view as he rebounds back. Scorpio staggers to his feet where Narumi hits a fameasser. She rolls him to his back and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio rolls Narumi into a small package.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi pushes herself free. Both get to their feet and Narumi walks into a superkick that knocks her to the mat. Narumi pulls herself to her feet but Scorpio punches her in the gut and pulls her over with a snap suplex and a standing moonsault. He hooks the leg as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Mason: Both getting in early pin attempts in the early goings of this contest.
Livingston: Scorpio easing himself into this. He can pick up into a higher gear, don't worry.
Scorpio lifts Narumi to her feet but she chops him hard in the chest. Narumi attempts a second one but Scorpio ducks the chop. Narumi spins on her feet when she misses her target. Scorpio jumps and takes Narumi to the mat with a hurricanrana. Narumi gets to her feet but she eats a dropkick that again knocks her to the mat. Narumi gets to her feet but Scorpio is nowhere to be seen. Scorpio leaps into the ring hitting You’re Going Down-ing Street. He pushes Narumi over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi just gets a shoulder off the mat. Scorpio rolls out of the ring and vents his frustration at the crowd and whomever is near before rolling back into the ring. Narumi is on her feet. Scorpio runs hitting a cross body. He hooks the legs.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Again Narumi raises an arm high into the air to break the count.
Mason: And Narumi Tsutsumi stays in this one!
Livingston: How long for? Her refusal to stay down is beginning to frustrate Scorpio though. If he gets too mad we might see the old Scorpio come out! HAHA!
Scorpio gets to his feet and grabs Narumi. She rolls him in a small package.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio pushes his way free. Scorpio gets to his feet and he lashes out at Narumi. She ducks and grabs Scorpio hitting a snap dragon suplex. Scorpio rolls into the corner, his head resting on the bottom turnbuckle. He rests a second too long as Narumi flies at him hitting a bronco buster. Narumi steps away and Scorpio rolls out of the corner. He lays on the mat to compose himself but Narumi drops in with a Queen Me. She hooks the legs and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio just gets an arm off the mat to break the count. Narumi grabs the arm and rolls Scorpio for a la magistral. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio somehow manages to roll free.
Mason: Any closer and that is a three count! ON ANY OTHER NIGHT IT MIGHT BE!
Livingston: But not tonight, Eric! Too much on the line!
Both slowly get to their feet. Scorpio lashes out with a series of right hands. Narumi responds with The Master Sword. Scorpio drops like a stone. Narumi rolls him over for a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Somehow, Scorpio is able to get a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Both again get to their feet. Narumi runs at Scorpio for something but Scorpio ducks it and runs off the ropes. He rebounds and blasts Narumi with Brexit Means Brexit that knocks her outside in. He rolls her over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi almost rolls to her side to break the count.
Mason: Sometimes I wonder what Narumi is made of to kick out of a clothesline like that!
Livingston: I haven’t got a clue. Most on the EWC roster would be down and out after Brexit Means Brexit yet Narumi Tsutsumi gets a shoulder up and this match is still goin'.
A frustrated looking Scorpio blasts Narumi with a series of fists and forearms to the back ans shoulders before hitting a penalty kick to her ribs. Narumi coughs as Scorpio drags her to her feet. Scorpio grabs her arm and twists it looking for a Heel Turn. Narumi quickly counters hitting a Paymon. Scorpio drops to the mat, his legs in the air. Narumi lays over them almost bending Scorpio in half as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall, the NEW possessor of the Prime Minister necklace and advancing in the tournament ... NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!Narumi holds the necklace above her head before making the double deuce pose. She rolls backward through the ropes and, slowly, heads up the ramp.
Mason: He took her title so she took his necklace and advances in the Legends Of The Ring tournament! Narumi has beaten Scorpio here again!
Livingston: I think I was holding my breath towards the end. What a match.
Mason: Both competitors were on their A-Game here.. Narumi earned her victory tonight but so did Scorpio. He damn near broke her in half with Brexit Means Brexit. He drove her into the mat with the Springboard Downing Street DDT. This could, and maybe should have, been a Scorpio win here and Narumi Tsutsumi knows it!
Camera cuts to Narumi as she holds up the PRIME Minister necklace again, as Megumi comes out to celebrate with her on the stage as Scorpio gathers himself in the ring, grabbing his Indy Championship.
Mason: At StrangleMania we WILL see Scorpio defend that Indy Championship against Callie Clark! Narumi Tsutsumi on the other hand has a date with the Legends of the Ring Tournament finals! As for our show, PRIME will be back at you in April for PRIME 106 for our only stop in Japan for 2023! We are out of time for tonight so for everyone here on PRIME including my broadcast partner John Livingston we wish you goodnight!
Narumi throws up the double deuces again as we fade to black .... or do we?
The crowd are on their feet for the main event as Narumi stands on the ramp looking towards the ring. She and Scorpio lock eyes as Scorpio is handed the Indy Championship by Creme de la Creme. Tsutsumi gestures towards it, indicating she is very much still in the Indy Championship scene, before she turns and heads to the back. Scorpio remains in the ring as a few cheers and a chant of “S-Factor!” breaks out. A small smile appears on his lips as he looks around.
Mason: Can you believe it? A Prime crowd actually showing the Indy Champion some support?
Livingston: Scorpio’s put his past behind him mostly, and I think these fans are recognising tha– WAIT WHO’S THAT?!
There’s a commotion in the crowd as four figures vault the barriers and surround the ring. As they climb onto the apron we see it’s JoJo Rush, Brodie Dawson, Dan Funk, and Jamie Love. The crowd boo as the members of The House enter the ring and surround Scorpio and Creme, and the Indy Champion throws the title down ready to defend himself.
Mason: JFS shut this down earlier in the contract signing but he’s not out here anymore!
More boos sound out as Callie Clark, Tori Taylor, Mark Paulson, Brian Knight, and Jack Severn emerge from the back. Tori is carrying a bag and Callie a microphone as the #1 contender’s face is one of smug enjoyment. She raises her microphone.
Callie: I just wanted to remind just who you’re messing with at Stranglemania…
With that the five members in the ring descend on Scorpio and Creme. Creme takes a swing at Rush knocking him back against the turnbuckles before Funk drags Creme back and sends her face-first into the corner, before Next Level drop the drag queen with a double superkick! Scorpio is going toe to toe with Jamie Love and Brodie Dawson and manages to fight the pair off, delivering an AGR to Dawson to enormous cheers before he pops to his feet right into a hard elbow from Funk. Love follows it up with a knee to Scorpio’s face before following it up with a stiff kick to floor him. Love, Funk, and Rush begin to lay boots on the champion as the rest of The House climb into the room. Funk and Rush drag Scorpio up and Severn lifts him up before slamming him down the Dead, Dead, and Deader. With the S-Factor downed Clark locks him in the Excelsior!, and the S-Factor roars in pain. Rush places a mic at Callie’s mouth.
Callie: YOU SEE SCORPIO YOU’VE FREELY ADMITTED YOU’RE ALMOST ON YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS SPORT, YOU’RE A HAS-BEEN, A JOKE, A POINTLESS PIECE OF HISTORY FOR THE EWC MUSEUM. AT STRANGLEMANIA THE NEW BREED TAKES OVER WITH ME AS THE INDY CHAMPION…
She wrenches back harder before nodding to Tori who tips the bag up revealing a roll of barbed wire. Clark breaks the hold as Dawson begins to wrap Scorpio’s right arm in the wire and Funk climbs out the ring to throw a steel chair back in. Callie picks up the chair as Rush keeps the mic at her mouth.
Callie: Now that’s something I don’t want you to ever, EVER, forget… so I figured we’d leave a little reminder for you… ‘darling’...
She slams the chair down on the barbed wire-wrapped arm as Scorpio screams out. Blood begins to stain the mat as Scorpio rolls to his side and cradles the arm, desperately trying to pull the barbs out of his skin as Callie smirks. She lifts the Indy Championship off the mat and wipes it in the champion’s blood before lifting it high…
Callie: Keep this in your botox-addled little brain S-Factor… THE HOUSE… ALWAYS… WINS!
She climbs a turnbuckle with the title held high as boos reign down on her. Scorpio is sat slumped in the opposite corner, blood pouring from his arm, as Jack Severn takes the mic.
Jack: Scorpio, Scorpio, Scorpio… I told you The House Always Wins, and that doesn’t mean I have to be the one winning. See, I have bigger problems to take care of for now, but just remember… when Callie Clark, the Golden Goddess, takes your precious belt? It’s because you made a mockery of us, and that will not go unpunished!
The familiar chorus to “You Should See Me in a Crown” begins to play, and as both Melody Malone and Rory make their way out onto the stage Jack’s upper lip curls into a satisfied smirk.
Jack: Oh… where are my manners? Scorpio, you’ve met my GOOD FRIEND Melody Malone, haven’t you?
Malone is still in her ring gear from earlier, her championship fastened tightly around her waist. Rory is trailing right on her heels as she climbs up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. She foregoes the mic being held out by Jack, instead focusing solely on Scorpio in the corner with a half smile. She steps daintily over Creme, kneeling down a few feet from the corner where the S-Factor is nursing his wounds. Jack’s microphone barely picks up anything Malone says, but you can see her mouthing ‘how the tables have turned…’ before standing back upright. She unfastens the championship, holding it just out of arms reach of Scorpio. He glares in response, finally picking the last bit of barbed wire from his arm as he takes stock of the situation around him.
Mason: This is unnecessary! Callie will get her shot at Scorpio, the House doesn’t need to do this.
Livingston: The House will do whatever they want, they’re sending a message to everybody! Not just Scorpio. Yeah… that’s right, walk away mister former ‘Prime Minister’!
Instead of inviting further assault, Scorpio rolls from the ring entirely as the crowd boos the collection in the ring. Rory nudges Creme with his boot, rolling her towards the apron towards Scorpio as he collects his confidante. In the ring, Jack grins and looks to Melody before holding a hand up in the air for a high five. The champion arches her eyebrow, but before she can even react a ‘thud’ is heard as Brian gives Rory a hearty smack on the back. The Scotsman turns, almost impressed with the tag team specialists’ boldness before he rears back and DROPS one half of Next Level with a sickening headbutt. The House pauses, and Melody looks from Rory to the rest of the collective in the ring. Callie looks away and Jack holds his hands up as though to say he had nothing to do with it. JoJo looks ready to leap into action, but refrains as the rest of the House seems to stand down. Malone scoffs, giving Severn a nod before mouthing ‘good call’ before she backs away, turning to exit the ring as Callie and Jack stand center, the bloodied Indy championship once again held aloft to a chorus of boos....
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
SALLY TALFOURD
CALLIE CLARK
AMBER LISA HALL
LILA RUE
NARUMI TSUTSUMI
MEGUMI
NEVAEH
DRACO LAZARUS
SCORPIO
FAITH RIVERS
JFS
JACK SEVERN
MELODY MALONE
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RECAP OF WINNERS
WELCOME TO PRIME
Lila Rue Vs Shiori Saten
WINNER(S): Shiori Saten
...
A SECOND 'FAITHFUL CHANCE'
Yoshiharu Kubo Vs Alyson Cross
WINNER(S): Alyson Cross
...
MULTIBRAND MARITIMER BAR FIGHT @ DOOLYS
Headhuntress Aiya Vs Gabrielle Visconty Vs Jojo Rush Vs Sally Talfourd
WINNER(S): Jojo Rush
...
THREEWAY DANCE
Jack Severn Vs Aeon Khronos Vs Dalilah Ashe
WINNER(S): Dalilah Ashe
...
X-DIVISION MATCH
AMC BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
Amber Lisa Hall Vs Callie Clark (C)
WINNER(S): Callie Clark (STILL Broadcast Champion)
...
SINGLES CONTEST
Draco Lazarus Vs Melody Malone
WINNER(S): Melody Malone
...
LOTR TOURNAMENT + PRIME MINISTER NECKLACE
Narumi Tsutsumi Vs Scorpio
WINNER(S): Narumi Tsutsumi
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Narumi Tsutsumi Vs Scorpio
Multibrand Barfight @ Dooly's
(10K Each)
Melody Malone & Narumi Tsutsumi
(15K Each)
Shiori Saten
(25K)
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