PRIME #106 - HIROSHIMA
Apr 23, 2023 19:07:52 GMT -6
Narumi Tsutsumi, Gabrielle Visconty, and 3 more like this
Post by PRIME on Apr 23, 2023 19:07:52 GMT -6
The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #106
APRIL 23 2023
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Hiroshima Sun Plaza in Hiroshima, Japan
PRIME
EPISODE #106
APRIL 23 2023
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Hiroshima Sun Plaza in Hiroshima, Japan
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' 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. Dalilah Ashe, "Headhuntress" Aiya, Saidie Sharpe, Seiren, Alyson Cross, Amber Lisa Hall, Yoshiharu Kubo, Draco Lazarus, Ahiga Lopez, Shiori Saten, Sunny Skye, Lila Rue, Jack Severn, The Heat Packers, Aeon Khronos, NEVAEH, The Showtime Broadcast Champion Callie Clark, The Indy Champion Scorpio and the EWC Undisputed Champion Narumi Tsutsumi 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, translated from Japanese they are ..
CALLIE YOUR TIME IS UP!
THE HOUSE ABOUT TO DO SOME DAMAGE!
NEVAEH SCARES ME
JAPAN LOVES GABI VEE
WE LOVE YOU IGGY
NARUMI TSUTSUMI = UNDISPUTED!!!
The camera centers on ringside at the Hiroshima Sun Plaza as 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 we welcome you to an absolutely electric night here in Japan! PRIME is back on the air and ohh boy, what a StrangleMania it was for the blue brand, John! It's Rematch Night in Japan!
Livingston: God you got that right Eric! Now once again the Indies are the proud home of the EWC Undisputed Championship and while I don't agree with the sappy tears she left in the ring, I have to admit Narumi Tsutsumi did a pretty good job. And I'm sure Japan welcomes her here tonight.
Mason: I think you're right on that one, John! What a stacked line-up we have for everyone here tonight at PRIME 106, we're gonna start things off with a threeway dance between Sunny Skye, Emiko Okita and Gabrielle Visconty! That should be wild! Gabi will have the next shot at the AMC Broadcast Championship in Hawaii at PRIME 107!
Livingston: Where can I volunteer to referee that opening match? Good lord. Okay, focus, John boy. Next on tonight's list is a tag-team collision as the former champs DAMAGE INC take on The House, Jack Severn and Jamie Love! You know Damage Inc is gonna want to get RIGHT back in the tag-team scene here. We follow that up with NEVAEH taking on Dalilah Ashe, that's a rematch from last year's finale but this time ... it's Falls Count Anywhere. They might even end up in our lap.
Mason: Settle yourself John, you've got four ex wives already. After that we're going to see the NEW EWC Tag-Team Champions, Bloody Sureiyazu take on Moonshine Inc, if Moonshine can pick up the win here that's gonna put them right on the map. Then we've got Lila Rue in singles action taking on the one and only Indy Champion fresh off his win at StrangleMania, it's Scorpio! Looking forward to that one.
Livingston: Ohh I get to do the main event? Wow, awesome. Our main event tonight is the REMATCH between Alyson Cross and Callie Clark and Callie is no doubt in a foul mood as our Golden Goddess seeks to put down Alyson Cross for a second and FINAL time but she'll have to do so in a lumberjack match!
Mason: I cannot wait for this show to get going, John! This is gonna be an all-timer!
Livingston: Let's check out EWC TV and get on with the action little buddy.
John gives Eric a huge pat on the back as we fade to the EWCTV commercial
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EARLIER TODAY:
The feed cuts in to show Prime's Angel, Gabrielle Visconty, signing a few autographs and chatting with the fans. Right as she finishes up with the fans, she turns around to spot Callie Clark and Tori walking around the corner; the two lock eyes. Both smile almost simultaneously. They walk up to Gabi.
Callie: Well, well, well, if it isn't my old enemy...and next victim, long time no see, Gabi. Still everybody's favorite addict?
Gabi chuckles as she looks from Callie to smirk at Tori, then back to Callie.
Gabi: Of course I am everyone's favorite. Addict, no. Next Prime, I might just be everyone's favorite AMC champion as well.
Callie starts laughing and turns to Tori.
Callie: Isn't that cute? She actually thinks she can end my title reign.
Callie looks back at Gabi and glares at her.
Callie: But as the last person who held this title found out, there is nothing I do better than revenge. And I'll have my revenge by beating you.
Gabi's smirk spreads into a full-blown grin.
Gabi: You might wanna focus some revenge on your hair stylist.
Gabi tries not to chuckle but fails.
Gabi: I will admit, you've gotten better since our last encounter, but you still have to walk out of here tonight with that title, or else I will be prying it from Cross' hands.
Callie: Cross isn't a threat to me; I beat her once, and I'll beat her again. She'll be lucky if I decide not to break her arm.
Callie adjusts the title on her shoulder.
Callie: I'm not just better than I was last time; I'm in my best form. But you'll see that firsthand when we meet in the ring.
Callie winks.
Callie: But speaking of tonight, if you're smart, you'll stay out of my way. It would just be awful if you couldn't make it to our match because you were in the hospital.
Callie has a wicked smile cross her face as she eyes up Gabi, who winks right back at her.
Gabi: Yeah, you just focus on tonight. You can worry about me later, because I'll be right there tonight to make sure The House keeps their noses out of your match. You can show me just how good you've become without any assistance from your crew.
Gabi nods at Callie before glancing at the title on Callie's shoulder.
Gabi: Oh, and putting me in the hospital would be your only chance at getting out of our next encounter with the title still wrapped around your waist... If you still have it.
Callie: I've won without them before, I'll do it again. You'll see next show how much better I truly am than last time we faced each other.
Callie grabs a picture Gabi signed for a fan and rips it in half, then walks off before Gabi can say anything. Tori follows, shoulder blocking Gabi along the way, causing her to stumble backwards into the fans, who catch her and keep her upright. Gabi looks pissed but doesn't give chase, instead focusing on the fans who helped her.
We return to ringside where it's time to get this action underway!
Mason: We're about to kick things off! It's time for three of EWC's women to tear this house down!
Reid: The following match, set for one fall, is a Triple Threat Match! Joining us first, residing in Tokyo Japan and weighing in at 134 pounds... EMIKO OKITA!
As ‘Abnormal’ hits, Emiko steps through the curtain purposefully and gazes down into the camera with a coy smirk on her face. With a baseball bat balanced across her shoulders Emiko strides down to the ring with a casual malice in her step. At ringside she stops by a female fan, gives them a high five or thumbs up, then rolls in under the bottom rope. She gets to her feet, points her bat at her opponent and then begins limbering up.
Reid: And the opponents, first from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 135 pounds... SUNNY SKYE!
"Work Bitch" by Britney Spears begins to play, and out from behind the curtain comes Sunny Skye. She smiles, waving to the crowd and slapping the front plate of the NextGen championship a couple of times before she heads down to the ring. She rolls into the ring, positioning herself on her stomach to face the camera before she kicks her feet up and crosses her ankles. She blows a kiss to the camera before getting to her feet, unfastening the championship and setting it in the corner as she prepares for her match.
Reid: And residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 120 pounds... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!
The lights in the arena dim and slowly pulse to the opening violin chords of "Shut Down" by BLACKPINK. As the beat hits, Gabi Vee walks out onto the entrance ramp and grins out energetically to the crowd. She nods as she looks over the crowd before Buddy Love walks out to join her. They both start heading down the ramp and towards the ring and Gabi interacts excitedly with the fans. She gracefully hops up on the side of the ring to look back out over the crowd before she springboards over the top rope to tumble fluidly into the ring.
DING DING DING
Okita runs at Visconty hitting a dropkick that sends Visconty rolling from the ring. Okita turns to face Skye as she runs toward her ramming a knee into Okita’s gut. Skye hits a forearm smash to the back and brings Okita down with a sitout jawbreaker. Okita staggers round he ring clutching her jaw. Skye knocks her down with a superkick. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Okita gets a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Skye pulls Okita to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Okita ducks a clothesline and slips behind Skye hitting a backstabber. Before Okita can do anything, Visconty drops on her with a springboard elbow drop. Visconty lifts Okita off the mat by her arms and heaves her up for a tiger driver. Okita slips over Visconty’s shoulder. Visconty is able to crack her with a European uppercut to slow any momentum. Visconty whips Okita into the corner. She charges for something but Okita is able to leap over Visconty. Okita turns and is blasted by a clothesline that drops her to the mat. Visconty runs hitting a no hands cartwheel splash. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Skye legdrops onto the back of Visconty’s neck breaking the count. Skye and Okita blast Visconty with a series of punches and kicks. They lift Visconty to her feet and position her on Okita’s shoulders for a snapshot. Instead, Skye pushes Visconty to the side and she headscissors Okita sending her rolling to the outside. Skye runs at Visconty cracking her in the jaw with a running knee. Skye lifts Visconty for a side suplex. Visconty rolls over Skye’s shoulder and drives her to the mat with a Side Suplex of her own. Visconty gets to her feet but Okita is in the ring. She run s at Visconty and drives thtrough her with a spear. Skye lashes out with a right hand that Okita ducks. Okita grabs Skye and brings her crashing down onto Visconty with a release German suplex. Okita covers Visconty as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Skye pushes Okita breaking the count.
Mason: Sunny saving that one for herself!
Livingston: And I'm saving myself for Sunny Skye! Anyway, back to the match this is awesome.
Okita pulls Skye to her knees and smacks her with a Back Alley Kick. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Visconty pulls at Okita’s ankles to break the count. Visconty drags Okita to her feet. Visconty grabs her arms and drives Okita to the mat with an Idjitbuster. She bridges into a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Skye shoves Okita out of the hold breaking the pin. Visconty is on her feet and clotheslines Skye over the top rope. However Sky holds on to the rope and pulls herself to the apron. As Visconty turns to Okita, Skye cartwheels into the ring hitting Visconty with a Miami Sunset. She drapes an arm over Visconty.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Okita dives at both breaking the count.
Mason: And now Okita breaking up the pin on what could have been a victory!
Livingston: With the third one in the ring, we could be here all night and I love it!
Okita pulls Skye to her feet and lifts her onto her shoulders. Okita smacks Skye with Sudden Death. Before she can make a cover. Visconty dives at Okita with an Angelrana. She hooks the legs.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Skye breaks the count by grabbing Visconty and driving her to the mat with a Heartbreaker. With both down, Skye covers Okita and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... SUNNY SKYE!!!Mason: That’s how you deal with the third person! A bright idea by Sunny Skye gives her the win here on Prime tonight!
Livingston: Wow, I gotta go celebrate with Sunny after that one, Eric.
Mason: Sit down, John.
Skye lays on her stomach in the ring. Her ankles crossed behind her and on top of them sits the NextGen Championship. Skye blows a kiss to the camera and rolls to the outside of the ring. She stands with the championship over her shoulder before walking up the ramp.
Mason: Sunny Skye escaping from this awesome opener with the big win! But Gabi Vee escaped being pinned another week here on PRIME, and she rolls towards a championship match from Hawaii at PRIME 107!
Livingston: I will admit all three ladies tore it up here tonight. Emiko could have had the win too. Great match .... Great Sunny ...
The camera cuts to ...
Saidie: You wanted to see me, big boss man?
Jordan looks up from his computer and stands up.
JFS: Ah yes, Saidie, glad you could make it in.
Saidie looks at him like he's an idiot.
Saidie: Why are you acting so weird.
JFS: Because, when we're here, we have to be professional. I'm your boss, not your uncle. And frankly, I've been hearing some things.
Saidie: What things?
JFS: Well, for example, you need to empty your pockets. I've been hearing from sources you've been taking money. I'll just be honest.
Saidie looks like she could kill him.
Saidie: Are you serious right now? You know damn well women's pants don't have pockets.
He narrows his eyes at her and she glares back at him. Then they both start laughing.
JFS: What kind of idiot thinks that you're going to steal money from PRIME?!
Saidie: I have no idea! I can only assume it's someone pathetic and probably jealous and also definitely a skank!
Jordan wipes a tear from his eye.
JFS: Well, there's only one thing we can do. I'm gonna finish writing up this memo here, I've fined Callie Clark $150,000 here for having a bad attitude. I'm getting sick of her.
Saidie: You should tack on an extra twenty grand for fun.
JFS: Ohh sure, why not. Anyways, I'm very proud of you for winning the Hellevator, Saidie. You won a match at StrangleMania AND got a cool million bucks. Good stuff.
Saidie: Thanks old man. I'm gonna run and see what Aiya and Narumi are up to, I'll probably see you after the show.
She surprisingly gives him a hug, and he sits back at his desk and begins to type as our cameras cut to ...
We return to ringside where we are getting ready for some Tag Team action.
Mason: DAMAGE INC is in one foul mood after StrangleMania but they'll have to deal with The House right here, right now!
Reid: The following match is a Tag-Team match set for one fall, Joining us first, fighting out of the Fear Factory Dojo, and weighing in at 725 pounds ... Malice... MAYHEM: DAMAGE INCORPORATED!!!!
Pyro explodes across the stage. The light pulses like lightning and Lacey Savage appears wearing a skull bandanna that covers her lower face. When the lightning pulses again a thick smoke rolls in, and from the smoke come two huge figures dressed in matching leather jackets that reach all the way to their matching boots. The two men are wearing full face masks that look like skulls. Each skull face is partially covered by a bandanna, outlaw style. The two men flank Lacey and they all come to stand in the center of the stage.
Removing their masks the group marches in lock step down the ramp to the ring in the shadow of Bedlam Briggs, Lacey's personal security. Once between the ropes both Malice and Mayhem huddle up to go over their final game plan, each member sizing up their opponents and getting ready for a war. Briggs holds the ropes open for Lacey before the bell rings where she takes her place at ringside where she prepares to aid her team however she can while being shielded from harm at all times by the monstrous form of Bedlam.
Reid: And their opponents, representing the House, weighing in at a combined 340 pounds ... JACK SEVERN AND JAMIE LOVE!
'The Mess We’ve Made' by Sin Shake Sin hits as the lights in the arena go dark. Two spotlights shine down on Jamie Love and Jack Severn who hit each other with a "Too Sweet" before making their way down to the ring.
DING DING DING
Match starts with Jack Severn and Malice facing off in the middle of the ring. Jack takes a free bounce of the ropes to hit a lariat on Malice, but the larger man stays put and glares daggers at Jack. Who winds back up and goes for another lariat, but again, Malice shrugs it off. Severn goes for a third lariat, but this time Malice counters by catching Jack into a tight bear hug. Malice squashes Jack into the corner before throwing him towards the center of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. But Jamie makes the tag just in time. By the time Malice learns that Jamie is the legal man, the big takes a mean dropkick to the back of his right knee, causing him to buckle but that only placed Malice in prime position for Jamie to plant Malice with a DDT. Jamie goes for the pin.
1...
2... kickout and Jamie gets tossed over the referee!
Mason: The air he got on that one, John!
Livingston: At least he didn't end up like that rocket.
Jamie quickly snaps up to a standing base, Malice tags out with Mayhem who wastes no time and goes for a spinning heel kick, but Jamie ducks it! Jamie sweeps the leg and goes for the Love Lock, but Mayhem struggles against Jamie for control. Mayhem manages to crawl and scratch to his corner, and gets just mere inches from making the tag, but Jamie locks in the Love Lock, a Liontamer! Malice argues with the ref that he made the tag, which gives Bedlam Briggs the opening he needs to climb onto the apron and land a sucker punch on Jamie, stunning him long enough for Mayhem to roll himself free. Both men bounce off opposite ropes but Mayhem hits a flawless bicycle knee strike. But the damage from the Love Lock causes him to fall as well from the pain, it's a double-down!
Mason: Both collapsing here, the damage has been done in this match.
Livingston: Yeah, Damage Incorporated. That's their name.
Both legal men crawl to their corners, and both make the hot tag at the same time! Jack and Malice run straight at each other to exchange blows. After Malice plants a stiff strike on Jack, Jack swings back wildly "errantly" hitting the referee in the eyes, blinding the ref just long enough to give Jack the chance to jab a thumb into Malice's eye. Jack lifts up Malice to hit a Catalyst Crusher but he couldn't get all of it but gets enough for a pin. The ref recovers to go for the count.
1...
2.. Mayhem breaks up the pin!
Jack slaps the mat, and rolls to a prone to recover. Mayhem and Malice brace against each other to get back up to their feet. DInc ignore the referee's count with them both freely teeing off on Jack and sets up the Catalyst for The Nailgun and hits it effortlessly. Jack is laid out flat and Malice goes for the pin, Jamie tries to break it up, but Mayhem sprawls out on top of Jamie.
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via Pinfall ... DAMAGE INCORPORATED!!!Mason: A big win gets Damage Inc back on track here, after a disappointing StrangleMania.
Livingston: It won't be long until they're challenging for those belts again Eric, and if you don't agree well you can tell them!
Damage Inc raises both hands on the stage as they take off for the back, leaving Jack & Jamie pissed off and heading up the ramp as an 87 year old grandma sticks her middle finger in Jack's face. He grabs it and breaks it as she screams.
Mason: Jack Severn not having any of it here tonight!
Livingston: Hahaha even in defeat, The House always wins. Stupid old bat.
The camera cuts to ...
The camera pans in on the backstage area at The Hiroshima Sun Plaza. In an alcove off the main hallway a shadowy figure skulks with a view of Scorpio's personal, private dressing room. She watches as Gabrielle Visconty exits the room with a smile on her face. Dalilah's glare tracks Gabi with the heartless eyes of a cat stalking a rat and as The Gremlin passes within arm's length The Last Temptation seems to be fighting the urge to pounce on her from behind with her claws unsheathed.
As Gabrielle disappears around a corner Dalilah comes out of hiding to pound on Scorpio's door. The nameplate that bears his name rattles with each increasingly impatient blow until finally the door opens on to the irritated face of Crème de la Crème. Met with Dalilah's seething expression The S-Factor's manager half-smiles and steps into the hallway, pulling the door partially closed behind her.
Crème: Dalilah, SWEETIE, how are you? We haven't seen much of you since Stranglemania.
Dalilah cranes her neck trying to see around the drag queen's pumped up hairdo to steal a look into the locker room.
Dalilah: Where's Scorpio? I need to talk to him about that plastic bitch Gabi Vee and how he...
Dalilah elevates the volume of her voice in an attempt to capture Scorpio's attention.
Dalilah: ... NEEDS TO RE-EVALUATE THAT RELATIONSHIP!
Crème holds her palms out trying to calm Dalilah's growing aggression.
Crème: Now Dalilah darling, there's no reason to get over excited. We're very aware of your... distaste... for Miss Visconty. But I want to assure you that our teaming at Stranglemania will not become a permanent situation. The Prime Minister is simply trying to pad his war chest where groups like The House are concerned.
Crème tentatively extends her arm to cautiously pat the angry woman on the shoulder with an immaculately manicured hand.
Crème: I promise you Honey, you're still Scorpio's go to girl.
Dalilah eyes her with no shortage of suspicion.
Dalilah: But I JUST saw her come out this door a few seconds ago. So now can you "promise me" that there's not some kind of back room bullshit going on that you don't want me to know about?
Crème doubles down on the charm.
Crème: We were just thanking her for her help at the Pay Per View. It never hurts to keep certain lines of communication open for future possibilities. You know what I mean. But I can promise you that Gabrielle only saw our team up as a one off. It was just a chance for her to stir up some mischief with the members of The House and to rent some space in Callie Clark's imagination. It's all mind games, but you understand all about that don't you dear.
Dalilah does not look convinced.
Dalilah: She's playing mind games with MY opportunity. The one she STOLE from ME at Stranglemania. I need YOU to understand THAT, my dear.
Crème did her utmost best not to let the skepticism reflect in her expression.
Crème: Of course. OF COURSE. She's just a little thief that one. Awful woman. Just awful. But as I said it was a one time thing. Never happen again.
As she spoke she stepped back into the locker room, keeping herself between Dalilah and the door.
Crème: But if you'll excuse me now I've got to be getting back to business. Big match tonight against Lila Rue. Got to strategize. Go over the game plan and all that. But thank you so much for checking in and please don't be such a stranger.
With a final, reassuring smile Crème shuts the door a bit abruptly in Dalilah's face. Gripping her fists in frustration Dalilah punches the door one last time to remind the occupants of the locker room that she still exists before stomping away down the hall in a huff.
We return to ringside where Damon Reid is standing in the ring with a mic in his hands.
Reid: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, our new Undisputed and Tag Team Champions, The Legends of the Ring winner Narumi Tsutsumi and “Headhuntress” Aiya … Bloody Sureiyāzu! They are being accompanied by the remainder of the Shinijoshi!
Crowd:] SHINIJOSHI! UNDISPUTED! BLOODY SUREIYĀZU! LEGENDARY!
The group of joshi smile and take in the extreme reaction. A shocked Okita attempts to flee in nervousness before Narumi amusingly drags her back into the group for their victory celebration. Narumi and Aiya give each other a toast with their tag team championships and are given microphones.
Narumi & Aiya: TADAIMA, JAPAN!
Narumi What an unbelievable night we had. Firstly I’d like to say to Prime and Japan it’s been too long, but finally the Undisputed Championship has been returned to where it belongs!
Crowd: PRIME! PRIME! PRIME!
Narumi: And these tag team championships are the crowning achievement of the Shinijoshi’s ability to mix it up and try different formations! A lot of people had given us hell about it for pretty much an entire year, but who’s laughing last?!
Aiya: I didn’t just randomly become a unit with Sonya or Narumi. Ever since joining Shinijoshi and deciding to dip my toes into the tag team division, I had - and still do have - full intentions of tagging with everyone at least once. I regret the timing of Megumi’s retirement … as I was actually looking forward to seeing what we could do as a team with a name. But I’ll cherish the match we did have together. She may not be with us physically … but please cheer for our other Shinijoshi member! Let her know she’ll never be forgotten despite no longer coming into rings with us!
Crowd: MEGUMI SENGOKU! MEGUMI SENGOKU! MEGUMI SENGOKU! MEGUMI SENGOKU! MEGUMI SENGOKU!
The Shinijoshi make their fingers hit the sky with the Shinijoshi deuces pose in tribute to their retired comrade.
Aiya: Tonight, Narumi and I begin acquiring our wins to show we’re here for the long haul and we’re not going anywhere! That we’ll take the tag team division as seriously as our singles careers. I made sure to bring all of the tag teams that had two singles wrestlers in them for very specific reasons. Because everyone who has held these titles and were like us? They have shown these types of achievements and successes ARE doable! And now, we’re going to follow in their footsteps … but do so in our era! All while building up all of the previous legends who have cemented themselves in EWC history while simultaneously preserving our own legacy!
Narumi nods in agreement with her partner. She then does a downward nod to bring focus to her Prime Minister Necklace around her neck.
Narumi: Speaking of legacies, I have an announcement to make. As some of you more knowledgeable EWC fans might know, me becoming Undisputed Champion means my rematch clause for the lovely Indy Championship is now stricken from the records.
The crowd begin to react negatively to Narumi’s Indy Championship rematch being eliminated, but she calms them down and smiles.
Narumi: That’s okay, even I can’t complain about the rules when I have all this gold. But with that said, obviously my plans changed with what to do with this necklace now that I don’t have a path to necessarily face Scorpio. But I know this is prize that means so much to the Prime community, and therefore I’ve decided that the next Prime talent to directly defeat or eliminate me from any contest will be the new Prime Minister!
This causes a gasp in the audience and then followed by cheers.
Narumi: That’s the style of leadership Aiya and I will be showing in the EWC! Now I’m sure Scorpio, rightfully as Indy Champion, will have some things to say about me claiming us as leaders here on Prime. But considering this is our home base, I’d say the Shinijoshi’s rule over all of the EWC and this brand is in effect! So come one come all, Shinijoshi will always be willing to put on a fight that’ll provide splendid battles for the world to see!
Aiya: And, just as importantly, the fights will not only be for you all to see, but remember!
The cheers become even louder, seeming to approve of the new champion’s words and decisions. All of the Shinijoshi grin, taking in the roars of support before Aiya speaks up again.
Aiya: So … some last words for all of the other teams no doubt watching us. By all means … prove you deserve to fight us. We’ll be waiting. And we’ll take every single match Narumi and I fight in very seriously. They will be treated as if they were a title match, including tonight’s. Until then … Narumi and I are going to see about breaking records, and we’ve agreed to start with the first one that seems doable enough. As such, we’re intending to surpass Rebelle’s record of 119 days!
Everyone hits the double deuce hand signs once more as the crowd continues to voice their love and support for the group. The camera lingers on the Shinijoshi faction before it finally fades to ...
Reid: The following match is The following match is a falls count anywhere match, set for one fall. Coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is... NEEEEVEAHHHHHH!!
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
Reid: And now, her opponent, from out of the Darkness of your Desires, she is the most Beautiful of Tragedies, the Sweetest of the Deadly Sins and the Last Temptation that you will ever need. She is the Vicious Mistress: DALILAH ASHE!
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 of 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.
The two bitter rivals waste no time waiting for the bell, bypassing the ring and charging straight towards each other. In mere seconds, Nevaeh and Dalilah are already at each other’s throat, shouting insults and barraging each other with claws, rakes, slaps and punches in a full-on brawl.
Referee Forbes shouts at the two competitors to get in the ring and wait for the bell, but to no avail.
Mason: Goodness! Things are out of control already here, John!
Livingston: You couldn't even pay me to get in the middle of that brawl!
As this is a falls count anywhere match, Referee Forbes allows the match to continue as-is, and signals for the opening bell.
DING DING DING
Dalilah whips Nevaeh into a nearby guardrail, and Nevaeh topples backward over it and into the fan section. Daliah climbs over the guardrail, grabs Nevaeh by her hair, hauls Nevaeh back on her feet, and the brawl continues once more. The brawl in the fan section goes on for another several minutes. Dalilah spots an empty glass bottle laying on the ground, picks it up, and smashes it over Nevaeh's head, creating a bleeding laceration on Nevaeh's forehead and stunning her for a few seconds. Dalilah lands a couple of blows and Nevaeh comes back to her senses. Nevaeh kicks Dalilah in her mid-section, then tosses Daliah back over another guardrail near the ring.
Nevaeh notices the ring-steps nearby and whips Dalilah into them. Nevaeh quickly follows up with a snap DDT, driving Dalilah’s head down into the ring-steps. Nevaeh grabs Dalilah by her hair, lifts Dalilah up to just under the bottom turnbuckle, and shoves her into the ring. Nevaeh quickly slides into the ring and goes for the cover.
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TWO...
THR- NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe just manages to get a shoulder off the mat, much to Nevaeh’s shock and displeasure.
Mason: She thought it was over right there, but nuh uh.
Livingston: Now that's just gonna piss her off more. Good for Dalilah ... I think, I dunno.
Nevaeh pounds the mat out of frustration, then quickly gets to her feet. Nevaeh grabs hold of Dalilah’s legs, hooks her own legs around Dalilah’s right leg, and applies a figure four leg-lock. Dalilah writhes and screams in agony, shaking her head ‘no’ as the referee checks to see if Dalilah wishes to submit. Dalilah’s shoulders hit the mat and referee Forbes slides into position.
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TWO…
THR-NO!
Dalilah lifts her shoulders off the mat just in time! Dalilah slowly begins to shift her position and reverses the figure four on Nevaeh. Nevaeh shakes her head ‘no’ as Forbes checks on her. Nevaeh’s shoulders touch the mat.
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TWO...
THR-NO!
Nevaeh manages to lift her shoulders off the mat just in time! Nevaeh slowly writhes and inches towards the ropes, shaking her head ‘no’ as Forbes checks on her again. Nevaeh reaches the ropes and grabs hold of them with one of her hands. Forbes tells Dalilah to break the leg-lock, which Dalilah reluctantly does.
Mason: A rope break is gonna force her to break this hold, John.
Livingston: It shouldn't, it's Falls Count Anywhere. So the ropes shouldn't count, right? Maybe I'm thinking too much into this here.
Both slowly get to their feet, with Dalilah reaching her feet first. Daliliah waits for Nevaeh to stand and nearly get her footing. Dalilah jumps on Nevaeh’s back and performs the Brutus Blade. Dalilah quickly gets back to her feet, runs to the nearest turnbuckle, and makes her way to the top. Dalilah jumps off the top turnbuckle, landing on the still prone Nevaeh with a flying double foot stomp. Dalilah covers.
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TWO…
THR-NO! KICKOUT!
Dalilah is beside herself. While Dalilah argues over a perceived slow count with the referee, Nevaeh manages to crawl under the ropes to the outside. Nevaeh pulls a folding table out from under the ring and starts setting it up, just as Dalilah finishes arguing with the referee and notices Nevaeh. Dalilah slides out of the ring and rushes towards Nevaeh, just as Nevaeh finishes setting up the table. Nevaeh notices and performs a spear on Dalilah. Nevaeh waits a few feet behind the prone Dalilah, waiting for her to start to get up. As Dalilah gets back on her feet, Nevaeh runs towards Dalilah and performs a running one-handed bulldog on Dalilah, through the table. Nevaeh flips Dalilah over on her back and goes for the cover.
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TWO…
THR-NO!
Dalilah manages to lift one of her shoulders up just barely in time, but still appears to have the wind knocked out of her.
Nevaeh gets to her feet, stomps down on Dalilah several times, and races back to ringside. Nevaeh quickly looks under the ring and finds Heaven’s Helper. Nevaeh pulls it out and races back towards Dalilah with her trusty sledgehammer in tow. Dalilah makes it back up on to one of her knees, and Nevaeh lets loose, swinging Heaven’s Helper, slamming it hard into Delilah’s side. Dalilah crumples back to the ground, and Nevaeh goes for the cover.
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TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall...NEVAEH!!!
Nevaeh lets out a wicked laugh as she slinks her back towards the ramp, Dalilah coughing on the ground as she struggles to compose herself.
Mason: Well that was a violent culmination to this feud, John. Both women absolutely destroyed each other here tonight.
Livingston: At the end of the day, Nevaeh may have won this war but Dalilah Ashe still has her Primetime Briefcase, and she could be the biggest winner of all - any time, any place! Great match here tonight.
The camera cuts to ...
We're live in a hallway backstage as King Flip comes into view wearing something very outlandishly out of character for him. A flick of straw in his mouth, a straw cowboy hat, red and black flannel, the whole nine as he stands with his championship on one shoulder and a wood chopping axe on the other. People give him a wide berth as he confidently walks the hallway looking from door to door with an obvious objective. He pauses at the door reading 'The House' and nearly pushes in when he hears a glass break on the other side of the door. His eyes widen as an argument ensues inside the locker room. Flip looks to the the camera with a smile before continuing down the hallway.
King Flip: You may find this foolish, but this is exactly what I wore when last I was booked to be a lumberjack. Surprised it fits to be honest.
The jeans are a little highwater-y now that he points it out.
King Flip: Gah... what a different guy I was back then. This is pre- a lot, mind you, but it's a story that involved Georgia James and I'll use any excuse I can talk about FlipJam and the greatness that were those World's Tag Team championship runs.
His voice cracks. It actually pretty clearly pains him to talk about, but he continues to do so with a smile regardless.
King Flip: Long story short: way back in the day, a young, shit, twenty-two year old King Flip which puts Ol' Gee Jay at twenty-four if I'm not mistaken. ANYWAY. We were headed to face some fuck-off team for some set of fuck-off World's tag belts. Unimportant. What matters is the lumberjack match that happened along the way. Ezra James against, guh, was is Jackie Fearheart? Who cares, neither of those names matter to anyone anymore -- sorry, not sorry -- what matters is Ezra is in this Lumberjack match as one half of the company's World's tag belts. And we want those. So we make the biggest deal out of this, we insert ourselves as lumberjacks in this match, and--
Flip can't help but start cracking up. He gestures to the getup he's currently wearing when he regains himself.
King Flip: We come out wearing this nonsense and, before we knew it, man, FlipJam shirts were fucking sold out. And they didn't stop there, they started buying our older stuff, our solo stuff, just a lot of buzz from... this. As a joke we made a mixtape that didn't actually have a mixtape in it, it was just a CD case with us doing some goofy pose. Sold out. What a time to live in that was.
The King's entire demeanor changes as he reaches a door that reads 'Draco Lazarus.' He takes a step back and slams the axe into the door hard enough that the star falls off. Flip picks it up, spits on it, and tosses it in the trash can.
King Flip: Fuck Draco Lazarus.
Flip continues the hallway still not having reached his destination.
King Flip: Anyway... so this? This is for Georgia James, but I'd be remiss not to say that this is for every Lady Stardust we've all, you, me, Chanel, we've all had in our lives. We shine on for you, tonight and forevermore, darling, but I think it's ultimately important that we remember those that we love. Sometimes we remember by looking a little silly... but sometimes we remember by being the greatest International champion this company has ever fucking seen.
The camera stops and misses the angle to catch the name on the door before Flip begins pushing it inward.
King Flip: I'll see you all out there for that main event.
King Flip pushes into the room and the camera fades as it stops on the closing door that reads: Aeon Khronos.
The camera cuts to .....
We return to ringside where our tag-team champions are in action!
Mason: Well it's time to see if Moonshine Inc can knock off our new tag champs and find themselves in title contention!
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first,at a combined weight of 460 pounds: Matt and Jimmy Evans... MOONSHINE INCORPORATED!
Just as the [2:06] entrance theme plays for Moonshine Inc., both brothers (Jimmy and Matt) walk through the entrance curtain and onto the stage to the loud ovation of cheers and boos. As the music loops (if ends then replays) Both dressed in matching attire, they casually walk to the ring bypassing the crowd as Matt slides in under the bottom rope while Jimmy walks up the steel ring steps and steps through the ropes.
Reid: And the opponents, introducing from Shinjuku and Kyoto Japan respectively, weighing at a combined weight of 262 pounds and representing The Shinijoshi, they are: “Headhuntress” Aiya and The EWC Undisputed Champion Narumi Tsutsumi… The EWC Tag-Team Champions .. BLOODY SUREIYĀZU!
As ‘Gurenge’ blares over the PA system, both Narumi (in her oni mask) and Aiya emerge from behind the curtains to a pinkish red fog. Aiya chillingly studies the arena with her gaze while Narumi makes spooky ghoulish gestures closely behind her. When Narumi steps up to stand beside Aiya she removes her mask and both women smirk at each other and then towards the ring with ill intent. Aiya saunters forward down the ramp while Narumi hops behind her sticking her tongue out at the camera. Aiya enters the ring through the top and middle rope while Narumi follows sliding under the bottom. Aiya leans against the corner staring forward while Narumi stands up to whisper in her ear as they go over the game plan while waiting.
DING DING DING
Aiya and Jimmy start. Aiya slaps Jimmy across the face. Jimmy clotheslines Aiya knocking her to the mat. He pulls Aiya to her feet and dumps her into the corner. He kicks her in the gut again and again until she is down in the corner and the kicks have become mudhole stomps. Jimmy whips Aiya off the ropes and ducks her rebound before driving her to the mat with a back drop. Jimmy drops onto Aiya with a legdrop. He keeps his leg there as the referee counts.
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TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Jimmy lifts Aiya for a suplex but Aiya manages to counter with a reverse DDT. She hooks the leg.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Jimmy gets a shoulder off the mat to break the count. He reaches and tags in Matt as Aiya tags in Narumi. She runs at Matt hitting a Superman punch that staggers him. Narumi rolls him with a school boy. The referee counts.
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TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Matt rolls through to break the count. He runs at Narumi and kicks her in the chest. He lifts Narumi up and bodyslams her to the mat. He drops an elbow to her chest before hooking a leg.
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TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts a shoulder high off the mat to break the count.
Mason: Almost a massive victory there!
Livingston: Should know by now it’ll take a LOT more than that to keep Narumi Tsutsumi down.
Matt lifts Narumi off the mat and hits a snapmare followed by a kick to the spine. Matt pulls Narumi off the mat and bucklebombs her into the corner where he tags in Jimmy. He whips Narumi off the ropes and brings her to the mat with a Spine Buster. Matt drops down with a Frog Splash Elbow Drop to complete the Dead Shot. Jimmy covers.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya dives in to break the count. Jimmy turns to argue with the referee but is knocked to the mat by a double superkick when he turns his attentions back. There’s No Fighting Back as they pummel Jimmy with elbows, palm strikes and kicks. Aiya lifts Narumi into the air and she crashes down onto Jimmy with a splash before hooking the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Matt shoves Aiya into Narumi breaking the count.
Mason: So close to a three count there!
Livingston: Now this is one close match, Eric!
Aiya gets to her feet and slaps Matt. She lashes out with a superkick but Matt blocks it and clotheslines Aiya. Matt drags Narumi to her feet and holds her as Jimmy gets to his feet. Jimmy lifts Narumi onto his shoulders for a Torture Rack. Matt runs for his part in the Drunk Shot but Aiya grabs his legs from under him. Matt crashes to the canvas as Narumi counters the Death Valley Driver into an armdrag. They smack Jimmy with a Midnight Kill. Narumi covers.
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TWO…
Matt tries to get to his feet but Aiya legdrops him across his shoulders stopping him.
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... The EWC Tag-Team Champions ... BLOODY SUREIYĀZU!!!Mason: A big win for the Tag Team Champions here on Prime!
Livingston: Moonshine came close. They had their moments and, to be honest, I even thought they were going to take this one if they hit the Drunk Shot. But the champions are the champions for a reason.
Aiya and Narumi climb to the turnbuckles. Narumi sticks her tongue out at the camera as Aiya looks out at the celebrating crowd.
Mason: Shinijoshi keeps rolling on here on PRIME, John!
Livingston: Unfortunately you're right on that one, Eric, but they'll get theirs someday I'm sure of it. No matter how good they are, it all ends someday.
The camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage inside the Hiroshima Sun Plaza where we find ‘The Prodigal Son’ Buddy Love standing outside an office door with the name plate that reads: Jordan Sharpe: Prime GM. Buddy, who is looking a tad bit nervous reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a stack of white index cards and takes a deep breath.
Love: Jordan…no, too formal…
Buddy once again reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pen and makes a scratches something off…
Love: JFS…nope…can’t do that either…
Buddy once again scribbles something out.
Love: Mr. ‘Freakin’ Sharpe…no, Mr. Prime GM…that’s it…
Buddy smiles and he makes his note as Prime’s Joe Danes approaches Buddy.
Danes: Buddy, what the hell are you doing?
Buddy looks up at Joe Danes and smiles…
Love: Prepping, well going over my speech, no my pitch…
Buddy holds up his note cards and shows them to Danes…
Love: See I was watching Rampage Friday night and I saw my ex-step mother Maria talking with Grizzly Duggan about our fellow Love Club member Xavier Reid’s soon to be expiring Brawl contract…behind my fathers back…
Danes: Yeah, it was a smart move on her part, she opened up a line of communication between the X-Division Champion and Rampage…
Love: Yeah, and I’m sure it’s going to drive my father bananas but she was right, Maria that is…we are all on even ground as ‘managers’ in The Love Club and she did what she felt was right in terms of Xavier and Rampage and well…
Buddy shrugs as he looks at Jordan Sharpe’s office door and Joe Danes puts two and two to together…
Danes: OHHHH….
Love: I mean, I hate going behind father’s back but he’s not going to come here and talk with Jordan…I mean JFS…no, Mr. ‘Freakin’ Sharpe…I mean Mr. Prime GM…he hates the Indies but look around, Prime has the Undisputed Champion, the EWC Tag Team Champions and well…
Buddy looks around to make sure nobody is listening to them…
Love: I saw on Twitter that he wants the X-Division Championship here on Prime and I know…people around here set out like a bunch of Boba Fetts…
Danes: Boba Fett’s???
Love: Yeah, bounty hunters…with their sights set on winning the X-Division Championship and bringing it back here to Prime BUT…
Buddy smiles…
Love: What if instead of sending Prime superstars after Xavier and the X-Division Championship I just bring both here under contract…
Buddy’s smiles widens across his face…
Danes: But what about Paramount…what is Chris Brock going to think about this when he hears you are trying to deliver Xavier Reid to Prime and not Paramount?
But Buddy waves him off…
Love: Mr. Brock doesn’t want Xavier Reid, he has Ibuki Ito besides, I think Gabi could use a friend here in Prime…a ‘buddy’ if you will…
Buddy winks as Joe Danes shakes his head in disbelief…
Danes: First off, Gabi has Saidie here and secondly…GABI HATES XAVIER AND VICE VERSA…they are like Vinegar and water, dogs and cats…pineapple and pizza…
Buddy shivers in disgust…
Love: Gross, pineapple doesn’t go on pizza but I think Gabi and Xavier could be besties, if you take my father out of the equation…
Danes: Buddy, that is a terrible idea…they might destroy this place…
But as Buddy is about to reply they hear the sounds of heels on the laminate flooring backstage approaching them, they both turn and there standing in front of them is Crème de la Crème. He smiles at Buddy and holds out his hand towards ‘The Prodigal Son’...
Love: Uh…hello…
Instead of kissing his hand Buddy gives it an underhand high five causing Joe Danes to cover his face and shake his head. Crème, is utter disbelief of the under hand high five recoils his hand and looks at Buddy…
Crème: I hate to agree with this peasant here but pairing Xavier and Gabi up would be a disaster given their past, they have nothing in common…however…
Crème smiles and bats his eyes at Buddy, who just awkwardly stares at him.
Crème: We…as in Xavier and us, well we seem to have the same House problem…
Buddy smiles and nods…
Love: Yeah, that’s why I rent…
Joe once again hides his face, trying not to laugh…
Crème: That’s cute, Buddy let’s not waste Jordan Sharpe’s time with something as trivial as a contract but instead let me take you to a man with some REAL power, the Prime Minister himself…
Love: Winston Churchhill…
Joe, having heard enough, just drops the microphone and walks off camera as Crème puts his arm around Buddy and steers him away…
Crème: And they say an American Education isn’t what it once was…
Crème takes Buddy’s notecards and tosses them into the trash as he walks Buddy off camera and we go to ...
We return to ringside where the Indy Champion is about to be in action!
Mason: Alright everyone let's see what the newcomer can do, it's Lila Rue and she's taking on our Indy Champion, Scorpio!
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 128 pounds ... LILA RUE!
The moody intro to 'Sip Sip' by BRKLYN plays out as gold and purple smoke pours across the stage, spotlights whirling 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. 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.
'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, please welcome, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The People's Camp', 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet', The EWC Indy Champion ...'THE S-FACTOR' SCORPIO!
'Iconic' - Madonna feat. Chance The Rapper hits the speakers as the house lights go down, switching to a spotlight focused on the curtain. It parts, revealing 'The S-Factor' Scorpio stood behind, a hand on his hip cutting a beautiful silhouette. He sashays forward, a long coat dripping in jewels swaying with every step. Behind him steps Crème de la Crème, Scorpio's drag queen confidant and manager. The two look to one another and nod, before Scorpio opens his coat and drops it to the floor, revealing another stunning outfit. He steps down the ramp with a confident strut, emulating that of the catwalk models of Paris and Milan, before reaching the ring. Scorpio climbs up one set of steps as Crème climbs the other, parting the ropes to allow 'The S-Factor'' in. Stepping into the middle of the ring Scorpio raises one arm, and blows a kiss with the other, a smile forming on his beautifully made-up face.
DING DING DING
Scorpio runs at Lila with a clothesline. She ducks it and dropkicks Scorpio in his knee. He goes flying and crashes to the mat. Scorpio gets to his feet but is knocked back down by a heel kick from Lila. She runs and hits a legdrop. She rolls over and makes a cover
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio easily lifts a shoulder off the mat. He lashes out with a superkick. Lila catches his foot and spins him to the mat with a dragon screw before dropping an elbow onto his knee. She runs off the ropes for a stomp on to the knee but Scorpio rolls to the side and Lila comes down on the mat. Scorpio throws himself at Lila with a cross body. Lila gets to her feet as Scorpio runs hitting a corkscrew neckbreaker. As Lila get to her feet again, Scorpio takes her down to the mat with a hurricanrana he grabs her legs as the referee counts.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lila pushes herself free breaking the count.
Mason: Close to a win for Scorpio there.
Livingston: Close? Yes but there’s more to go in this match plus Scorpio has that bad knee.
Scorpio gets to his feet and rams a knee into Lila’s gut before spinning her to the mat with Fuck You Europe. He almost bends her in half as he makes a cover.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lila rolls to her stomach breaking the count. Scorpio pulls Lila to her feet but she smacks Scorpio with a forearm to the jaw and a Sip Kick to the back of the bad knee. Scorpio stumbles to his feet where Lila hits a Glittercrash. She makes a cover.
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THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Scorpio rolls to his side to break the count.
Mason: Almost a big win over the Indy Champion!
Livingston: Almost, but this match ain't over, Eric! I'm impressed with Lila here!
Both pull themselves to their feet. Lila runs at Scorpio for a Last Dance. In mid-air, Scorpio manages to push Laila away. She moonsaults and lands on her feet. All it’s done is leave her open for an AGR that drives her to the mat. Scorpio rolls her over and makes a cover.
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TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... SCORPIO!!!Mason: Scorpio with the big win and our Indy Champion continues his winning ways!
Livingston: Lila Rue pushed him. Scorpio may have picked up a win here but he will know how close he came. Had Rue connected with the axe kick, this could easily have gone the other way. Do you think she'd let me have a drink with her after the show?
Scorpio stands in the ring and holds his championship high above. He hands the championship to Creme as he exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp.
Mason: I really think the answer would be ..... no way.
Livingston: Damn. Well she did pretty good anyways. Scorpio though, the man is on fire.
The camera cuts to ...
CRASH! Jack Severn tosses a chair across the House locker room!
Jack: FUUUUUUUUUCK!
Jack throws a whole pack of beer against the wall as Alastor Gray walks in, accompanied by the other members of the House.
Jack: FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!
As Jack grabs someone’s bag, preparing to throw it, Alastor grabs his arm.
Jack: ANOTHER FUCKING LOSS! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUC-
Jack violently swings around, but stops himself just an inch short of punching Alastor. Jack takes a breath and slowly sits down on a chair. Tears well up in his eyes. Alastor motions for the rest of the House to leave them be, and they oblige, although Callie Clark takes a long glare at Jack. Once they’re alone, Alastor pulls up a chair in front of Jack and sits.
Alastor: You’re acting like a child.
Jack: I can’t do this anymore, Alastor. Dimitri was fuckin’ right… He drained me dry.
Alastor: Dimitri Graves was a fool who lacked patience, and right now you’re reminding me a lot of him.
Jack: How many more losses can I take? I’ve only won one match since October, and even that was a war to win. I thought after proving I could move beyond Dimitri, I’d stop losing. And then I didn’t, so I just moved on to someone else to blame. Maybe my problems would go away if I just made Ace King pay, and fuck, I still want him to suffer, but… Where the fuck is he? No one’s heard from him since StrangleMania, so Ito put him on the shelf for all I know. Just like that, my one goal, my singular focus, was taken from me. By someone else. And I’m not even mad. At this point, I feel like I’m just riding everyone else’s coattails. Holding them back, even. This isn’t The House That Jack Built, this is just The House That Jack Happens To Live In.
Jack sighs and rubs his tired eyes. Alastor leans in, a look of disgust on his face.
Alastor: Yes, we’ve hit a rough patch, but that’s no reason to sit here and have a pity party. Oh, woe is you, you keep losing. You know what happened last time you were in one of these moods? You spiraled, and Dimitri finally did a smart thing and called me to rebuild you. Are you gonna spiral again? Or are you going to prove you’re not weak? That you’re not someone who just crumbles whenever-
Jack: I know what I need. And it’s not you.
Alastor raises an eyebrow as Jack stands up from his chair.
Alastor: Oh really? Indulge me.
Jack: This isn’t me quitting, but… I need a month. No more, no less. Give me that, and I know I’ll come back with my head cleared.
Alastor stands up, almost stifling a laugh.
Alastor: No, you’re not taking any time off. That’s what the weak do. You’re going to stay here, and you’re going to-
Jack abruptly swings his fist and PUNCHES Alastor Gray square in the nose, causing it to go bloody! Dan Funk knocks at the door.
Dan: Everything alright?
Alastor looks up at Jack and smiles, wiping the blood from his nose.
Alastor: Yes! Everything’s fine!
Jack looks down at Alastor, who crawls back to the chair. Jack grabs an ice pack from his bag and tosses it to him.
Jack: Dimitri told me to kill the past, abandon my roots. I need to know you’re different. Because I’m going back to Chicago, first thing in the morning. And I’m going to spend a month there. That’s non negotiable. And when I come back, I promise, we’re going right for the top again. But I need this first.
Alastor: …Fine. I’ll make some calls. You WON’T be going without supervision. I’ve got a guy, Justin Case, he’s mainly a lawyer I’ve worked with, but he’s done… the odd jobs for me here and there. Bottom line is, I don’t need you causing any unnecessary trouble, and I know he’ll keep an eye on you. But yes, perhaps a short absence from the ring can be arranged.
Jack nods.
Jack: I understand, and I can’t thank you enough. Now I think we should all prepare for the lumberjack match…
Alastor: Yes, yes, of course.
Alastor stands up and dusts himself off.
Alastor: I’ll let the rest of the team in. I’ll break the news, and then we’ll talk strategy.
Alastor stops himself right before opening up the locker room door, staring at Jack with cold eyes and a warm smile.
Alastor: Oh, and Jack? I hope you find what you’re looking for.
Alastor holds his smile for just a little long, and opens the door to begin discussing with the rest of the House. Jack, meanwhile, opens up his phone, scrolling through his contacts… Until he settles on one name: Nick Houston.
And then another: Becky Monroe.
Jack shuts his phone off, a pained expression on his face, as we fade back to ringside.
AMC BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
LUMBERJACK MATCH
Alyson Cross
Vs Callie Clark
Match Writer: Chunks of Darna Dare
We return to ringside where a procession of superstars is in the midst of filtering onto the stage and down the ramp. There's a large pop that cuts off Eric Mason with a sputter, as Gabrielle Visconty dashes out onto the stage with a grin, pushing past Rampage's Autumn Raven and Brawl's Chelsea Skye to point out at the crowd and soak in the atmosphere. She's about to gesture around her waist, when she's LAUNCHED off the stage by rough hands, and the Heat Packers throw up their arms, posturing as the cheers turn to boos. They're dressed in the checked shirts and suspenders of the lumberjacks they're here to be; and they're joined by a jeering, chortling Jack Severn.
Mason: Ahem, excuse me, folks, we've got some sound balancing issues as the Prime faithful react at the outset of our huge, sprawling main event! The House have made it astoundingly obvious what's going on, but Damon Reid is about to make it crystal clear for anybody with a visual impairment. Take it away, Damon.
Reid: The following match is a lumberjack match, and is for the AMC Broadcast Championship! Joining us first, from Statesboro, Georgia, weighing in at one hundred and twenty one pounds ... ALYSON CROSS!
Blue and gold lights start floating around the arena as “Survivor” suddenly blares through the sound system and a video package plays on the EXT. As the song continues to intensify, Alyson Cross pops out from the back with an older woman right next to her. The crowd is a little mixed as Alyson stands at the top of the ramp and begins to descend down the ramp with the older woman. There's a jostle as superstars part like the Red Sea, and Alyson Cross slides into the ring, hops up onto the turnbuckle before hopping down as the older woman climbs up onto the ring apron. The older woman advises Alyson while waiting for the match to begin.
Reid: And her opponent, from New York, New York, now trending ... your AMC Broadcast Champion, the Golden Goddess ... 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 with Tori walking out behind her, and strikes a pose as pyro goes off behind her. Callie's paparazzi takes pictures of her as she walks down the ramp, taunting the fans and the throng of waiting lumberjacks as she goes. As she reaches ringside, Tori goes ahead of Callie, parting the waves a second time to hold open the ropes so Callie can step through, and walk to the middle of the ring, where she strikes a pose again while winking at the camera. She then goes to her corner as the music cuts.
Livingston: Challenger and champion are surrounded - there's several DOZEN seasoned warriors policing that ring, making sure nobody walks away, and nobody has an unfair advantage... 'Cause they're BOTH screwed! This is gonna get nuts!
DING DING DING
The crowd are attempting to cheer their support for Alyson Cross, who shoots them a grateful but frustrated smile as they're drowned out by a thunderous din from ringside - the trio of literal lumberjacks, in Severn and the Heat Packets, joining voice with Next Level and JoJo Rush to rain a torrent of abuse on the challenger. The champ looks smug, brushing imaginary lint from her shoulders and flicking her fingers at Cross, who bounces from foot-to-foot, trying to block out the noise as she starts toward the middle of the ring. Callie looks to be hanging back, only to give a startled 'eep!' and stumble rapidly as a set of calloused digits closes on her foot.
She turns around, coming momentarily eye-to-eye with Stephanie 'Cloud' Matsuda, who shouts a pantomime warning of, "Look behind you!" And flashes a steelfire grin, before the challenger SLAMS into the distracted Golden Goddess' shoulder blades with a dropkick that sends her crashing against the ropes! She tries to rebound, but in a blur Amber Lisa Hall is up on the apron, drilling Callie with a big headbutt that sends her stumbling right into a massive sitout jawbreaker! MEREDITH COMES KNOCKING! Clark sprawls out, and is swiftly covered by Cross.
ONE...
T-- NO!
The Heat Packers each grab a leg and bodily haul Cross from the ring, where she lands in the middle of a storm of chops to the chest, then a chop block from Jack Severn, who bounds upright as the challenger crashes down in the midst of the throng. There's a convulsion of motion as a brawl breaks out immediately, Amber leaping from the apron to beat back the opportunistic JoJo, getting a swift upper hand before she's wiped out by a roundhouse kick from Scorpio! Alyson Cross crawls away with an unlikely assist from a scowling Dalilah Ashe, who sends her on her way with a disdainful slap to the rear before launching herself at Jack Severn with a swift spinning backfist, then hurtling into a crossbody across both the Heat Packers! Before she can capitalize further, she's pulled up to her feet by Gabi Vee.
Cross, meanwhile, gets away with a second assist from the Nightmare Angel, Chelsea Skye, who herself is wiped out a moment later by Tori Taylor. Stumbling out toward the barricade, Cross turns and faces off against Callie's big bodyguard, ready to get some payback - only to be grabbed by the shoulder and spun around into the satin-and-savagery icy smile of Shiori Saten, who hesitates for dramatic effect before exhaling a spray of alcoholic mist right into Alyson's eyes! Her scream of pain and confusion blends giddily with Shiori's evil cackle, which in turn is cut off with a rush of air and an emphatic thud as Stephanie Matsuda comes outta nowhere to take down the Morning Star with a sling blade!
It's too little, too late for Cross, who's gathered up by Tori Taylor and suplexed into the barricade, a second peal of laughter coming from the center of the ring - where Callie Clark is watching the proceedings. The crowd are raining their displeasure on her, as she mimes checking her watch and gives a careless shrug. There's a tap on her shoulder, however, and she turns right into the face of the EWC International Champion, King Flip.
Mason: All sense of order has broken down immediately - there's bodies everywhere outside the ring, and now this chucklehead has forgotten he's supposed to be there, NOT in the ring!
Livingston: Normally I'd be all for breaking the rules, but this douche canoe has no business putting hands on Prime's Golden Goddess! Someone get him out of there!
Callie swings wildly, backing Flip up into the corner, looking absolutely furious that he's had the audacity - and shooting for a high knee. Flip has it scouted, blocking the attempt and attempting to bundle Clark up over the turnbuckle to the outside. She clings on to the rope, and desperately kicks him away, but he sets his stance and fires back with an explosive inversion of his form; sending her FLYING to the outside with a beautiful Pelé Kick! He takes a page from Clark's own playbook, brushing imaginary lint from his shoulders, and then wheels into a plancha, going over the top rope into both the dazed Callie and the morass of bodies outside - wiping out half a dozen other superstars.
Across ringside, Tori is in the process of picking Cross up for further punishment when there's a boisterous, smart-mouthed yell from her flank, and someone kicks her sharply in the knee! The intimidating woman staggers, snarling, and catches brief sight of Flip's manager, Chanel, as she wheels around, snatches the drink from a nearby pair of hands and launches it into Taylor's face; cup included. Alyson manages to wriggle away in the resulting confusion, as Tori swipes at her eyes and then launches herself at Chanel, whose escape is aided by the pair of Jason Anderson and Luke Saito. The Rampage stars allow her through, then move to block Tori only to get thrown aside.
As the pursuit occurs, Saito helps Cross to her feet, and shepherds her not unkindly back into the ring.
Clark has meanwhile clawed her way toward the corner, where Next Level have posted themselves up, wearing novelty shades and supping from piña coladas poured into pineapple halves. They usher Callie into their day on the beach, expertly balancing their drinks as they fend off a joint incursion from Autumn Raven and Yoshiharu Kubo with a pair of superkicks. This buys the champ a moment to breathe, steal Brian Knight's piña colada, and slip back onto the apron and into the ring-- where Cross is already coming at her, launching into a flying cross chop that Callie rolls under, before pitching the pineapple half at the back of her opponent's head. This completely ruins Cross' recovery, sends her sprawling over the top rope, and rebounding back right into a tight reverse arm drag that spikes her on her face!
Clark holds on, and begins wrenching on the captured arm, working out her foe's fingers to absolutely no love from the crowd! Mark Paulson has climbed onto the apron and is cheering Clark on, while Knight has become distracted by the ongoing shenanigans between Chanel and Tori Taylor, who's still in hot pursuit of the interfering valet. As they speed through the crowd toward him, he pulls a road sign from beneath the ring and holds it up; it reads, 'SLOW'. Chanel stares at it, wide-eyed, then rapidly shakes her head, darting toward the imposing trio of Damage Inc. and Bedlam Briggs. They see her coming and elbow each other, laughing, but let the woman stumble between them before forming a wall. Tori tries to go around, but runs right into the nigh-on 400lb Briggs, who barges her backwards with a meaty chest bump!
Brian Knight pouts, and spins his sign around, to read 'STOP'. Taylor doesn't look amused, but takes out her aggression by throwing hands at the big man in front of her, who hurls them right back!
In the ring, Cross is screaming in pain, trying to extricate herself desperately as Clark shushes her, and tries to direct traffic - getting the Heat Packers to skirt ringside and close on Damage Inc. before they can provide backup. The pair of check-shirted bruisers burst through the gaggle of other lumberjacks, chopping down the former tag champs with a pair of snug clotheslines, then attempting to isolate one of them only to find themselves out-gunned to the tune of three hundred pounds. There's a commotion, the crowd of superstars parting as Malice and Mayhem scoop up a Heat Packer each, and drill them in tandem against the hard edge of the ring!
Next Level stop anything else they're doing to point and laugh at the Heat Packers. Callie screams at them all to focus the hell up, only to have her own attention seized by a yell from the other side of the ring. Alyson Cross takes the opportunity to wriggle free, kick her in the face, and then dive for the corner where she starts to pull herself up onto the turnbuckle. Clark is clutching at her face, but her attention is not on Cross - but on Gabrielle Visconty, who's stood above the sea of heads on the announce desk, gesturing around her waist to another tremendous pop from the crowd!
Mason: Visconty taking the opportunity, amidst all this chaos, to call her shot at the championship. I wouldn't mind, but she's seriously blocking out view of the action!
Livingston: Seems to me like everybody needs to focus on winning this thing! There's a match goin' on, people!
Alyson Cross doesn't seem to have forgotten, at least, getting herself into position before launching off the top rope into a moonsault that wipes out Clark! She's unable to hold on for the pin though, as the furious Golden Goddess just launches her off, rolls to her feet, and lunges for that arm again. She's running on adrenaline, though, dazed from the aerial assault, and Cross counters smoothly, pulling her into her signature tilt-a-whirl armdrag - the MERRY GO ROUND! Clark crashes onto her back, sprawls to roll upright, but she's still very much on the back foot, and as she stumbles around the follow-up spinning 540 kick CONNECTS! DON'T CROSS ALY!!
Gabi Vee laughs and cheers along with the crowd, as Cross frantically bundles the Golden Goddess into an elaborate prawn hold, taking no chances with a deep, snug pin. Unfortunately, the House isn't taking chances either; and the official can't even begin a count, because he's hit from behind by a lariat that connects like a thunderbolt!
Gabi winces, seeing JoJo Rush wipe out the ref, and descend on Alyson Cross. She braces to leap to the ring and intervene, but her own legs are swept from under her by Dalilah Ashe; who then straddles her on the announce table, raining down fierce blows and pulling at the other woman's hair. The announce team retreat and take flanking positions to keep their eyes on the action as this sadistic catfight takes over their table.
Rush meanwhile has Cross on the apron, hammering her with a couple of forearms to the back, before wrenching her up and over and simply LAUNCHING her off into the crowd! Behind him, Callie looks like she's seen a ghost, breathing a genuine thanks to the Blackhat as she pulls herself together, keeping a wary eye on all sides. Flip isn't present for another dig at the champ; because there's another brawl happening across ringside, as Autumn Raven decides she's not had enough action and opens proceedings on a superkick party by nailing first the International Champion, and then Jason Anderson with a couple of clean, brutal shots to the jaw! Luke Saito fires back with one of his own to counter, but it seems to only delight the Beautiful Psychopath, who erupts straight into a THIRD on Damage Inc's Mayhem. He eats it for breakfast, and fires back with a savate kick, storming toward the other Rampage stars--
--and being interrupted by Next Level, who nail him with a DOUBLE superkick, before hitting a second pair on the recovering Anderson and his partner, Saito. In the midst of descending madness, they decide now would be a good time to hit the Griddy - as the Heat Packers decide to make themselves more useful, abducting the official from the ring as Jack Severn begins sliding weapons out from under it. He's interrupted by Zack Tyler, who seizes up a steel chair and brings it down on the Prime Time Superstar's spine! Severn collapses against the apron, but before Zack can pounce again he's grabbed by the Heat Packers and whipped backwards into the barricade, collapsing onto all fours.
Severn recovers and turns, swiftly adjusting his kneepad before launching forth with THE SILENCER! CRACK! Zack Tyler is out, and the Heat Packers move past his senseless form, starting to drag a table up into the ring as JoJo Rush pursues Alyson Cross, forcing the much smaller woman into an ill-fated brawl through the crowd.
Callie has had plenty of time to recover, and takes her eyes off one side of the ring just long enough to miss the introduction of a tan, blonde figure that sends a ripple of excitement through the crowd. It's NextGen season one winner, and OnlyFans' hottest property, Sunny Skye! Smiling and waving, she's polite enough to wait until Callie turns around before she chambers a strike - and then pauses, confused, as the quick-thinking AMC champion reaches into her tights and produces a fold of bills, which she promptly tucks obligingly into the young starlet's cleavage. This done, she gives her a pat and a dismissive wave. Sunny blinks, looks down, reaches for the money and turns away...
Before giving a wicked little smile, and whirling back around--
--straight into a Diamond Cutter! THE SAFE WORD!! Callie Clark eats the canvas! She's out!
Mason: Oh my goodness, the fan favorite having none of that B-list treatment from the Golden Goddess! Outta nowhere, she might have changed the complexion of this match.
Livingston: Pff! The official's somewhere on the outside of the ring, and Alyson Cross is in trouble of her own. All the Apprentice Thighmaster has done is bump up her approval rating with the pervs in the crowd.
Indeed, Cross is plenty busy, eating shot after shot from JoJo Rush, despite plentiful heckling from the fans in attendance. He simply doesn't care what they think, and is out there doing work - but shutting out hundreds of braying voices is distracting, and he doesn't see Stephanie Matsuda until it's way too late, as she springs onto the barricade and descends like a diving eagle, nailing him with a massive forearm smash! FINAL HEAVEN! Rush is sent sprawling into the parting crowd, going down in a cascade of chairs as the returning Queen of Fighters grabs Cross, helps her shake off the cobwebs, and sends her back toward the ring. She's met halfway there by Scorpio, who looks somewhat apologetic as he steps in--
--and is wrenched around by an underhook, into the smug smirk of 'Headhuntress' Aiya. She attempts to shift into a half-nelson, but the S-Factor is a slippery customer. He spins her around and looks for the Heel Turn, falling backwards only to get caught from behind, pulled into a standing Dragon Sleeper. Scorpio fights free but finds himself face-to-face with someone who receives a thunderous surge of appreciation from the crowd!
Mason: That's the recently-crowned Undisputed Champion! The Onihime!
Livingston: Mess with any member of Shinijoshi, you mess with her.
"Oh, bugger," groans Scorpio, an instant before he's out-witted by his ongoing nemesis, and given a taste of his own medicine as she nails him with the PAYMON! Alyson Cross fights her way out of a tangle of bodies, breathlessly fist-bumping Narumi and Aiya before she slides back into the ring. In her haste, she almost falls over the table slid in by the Heat Packers, who follow suit it in a moment later to put the challenger at a painful disadvantage; Callie Clark looks ragged after taking Sunny Skye's finisher, but the two larger men tip the balance all the same. Cross shakes her head, clenches a fist in determination, and hits the ropes, ducking under Brodie Dawson's grab attempt to nail a basement dropkick on Dan Funk. She springs to her feet, but is grabbed from behind by Dawson...
And then kicked in the face by the irate, red-faced Clark. "Just stop! Give it up!" Yells the champion, directing traffic furiously to send the Heat Packers to either side, pulling the challenger to her feet.
Which is the precise moment that two messy, hairy figures slide into the ring with a hoot and a holler. The crowd pop for the incursion of Jimmy and Matt Evans; Moonshine Incorporated, who draw the Heat Packers into a wild brawl that sends them all tumbling over the ropes back to the outside. Alyson Cross tries to pull herself together in the corner, but Clark's not playing around - she surges in with a step-up high knee much like the one she attempts on King Flip, but gets all of it this time! Cross slumps, and Callie stamps to the center of the ring, starting to pick up the table only to be warned off by the returning official! She tries to argue, but he wrests the table from her, and slides it back under the ropes, where it's immediately in the middle of the ongoing brawl between the Heat Packers and the Moonshine boys.
As if that weren't chaotic enough, both Severn and a bloodied Zack Tyler have introduced themselves to the mix, the Brawl stalwart going to reap what he's been sown as he launches at Severn with a fury following his earlier demolition at the other man's hands. Jack covers up, and manages to counter with a DDT into the fallen table, but Zack eats it, bouncing back to his feet and staggering into a front face lock, flailing away with knees as Moonshine Incorporated drop the Heat Packers with a pair of spine busters, and then set up the table. Zack can barely restrain Severn, but soon enough he's given assistance by the roughshod pair, who starts to set Severn up...
But Callie Clark has seen enough nonsense. Sharply dropping Alyson Cross with THOR'S HAMMER, she relinquishes the pin with a sigh to instead take a run at the ropes, and hurtle into a stunning corkscrew plancha! There are bodies everywhere! Tyler is down, Jimmy and Matt are scattered in opposite directions, and Jack catches his own brunt of the punishment. The broadcast champ yanks him upright, slaps him across the face a few times, and hands him off to Next Level as they come stumbling out of the crowd, finally getting rid of their ridiculous shades.
They move to evacuate Severn - and are abruptly ambushed by Amber Lisa Hall, who takes it to all three men! Distracted by this fresh commotion, Callie glances back over her shoulder, and then falls straight to her knees as Zack Tyler and Jimmy Evans chop block one leg apiece! Before anyone else can intervene, Matt Evans flies in with a firework of a V-Trigger knee strike! Callie's sent flying against the side of the table, sprawling across it.
Across the other side of the ring, Alyson Cross has crawled into a relative safe space amidst the lumberjacks. As the action unfolds, Stephanie Matsuda and the members of Bloody Sureiyāzu are among those urging caution, but Cross puts their objections aside and slides back into the ring just as Callie eats that tremendous shot.
Mason: The challenger smells blood in the water - she's determined to fight this one to a finish.
Livingston: Of course she is! This could be her last shot at the Golden Goddess!
Sprinting across the canvas, Cross improvises beautifully - springing onto the top rope and launching from there into a flipping leg drop that looks to bring her limb down like the blade of a guillotine, on the slumped form of the AMC Broadcast Champion! The crowd roar in appreciation as the table breaks beneath her--
--but their delight dies, turns to boos, as Alyson Cross crashes through the table alone, Callie Clark yanked free at the last possible instant by the ever-ready, bruised and battered form of Tori Taylor. Tori rolls her eyes, shakes her employer alert, and marches her back into the ring, turning to go ahead and retrieve the challenger as well...
When Amber Lisa Hall comes stumbling out of the furor on the outside, leaving BOTH members of Next Level levelled out and now seeking to RUN IT right through Tori as well! She bicycles her legs, launching that damning knee strike to a massive pop!
CLANGGG! Dan Funk stumbles into frame, swinging the dented chair earlier employed by Zack Tyler, right into Amber's face as Tori falls backwards, getting clipped by the blow regardless. Behind him, Brodie Dawson closes on the downed Cross, wrenching her upright with a hammerlock and hurling her toward the apron, where Callie Clark is waiting to grab a double handful of hair and bodily haul her up into the ring, to a gasp of sympathy from the crowd as the Golden Goddess ends up ripping out a chunk of scalp by whipping the challenger up and over onto her back. She sticks out her tongue 'eww' and hurriedly wipes her hands on the ropes, before moving to pick up Cross as more resounding clatters and clangs come from ringside - it's a grisly sight as Dan Funk brings the chair down REPEATEDLY on poor Amber...
Lila Rue bursts from the crowd of lumberjacks, only to be brutally tackled into the apron by the returning JoJo Rush, who holds her in place as Amber's skull is caved in by his Housemate.
Livingston: Stop, stop, she's already dead.
Boos and jeers turn to a momentary, uncomfortable silence, broken by a wild peal of laughter from Callie Clark as she picks Alyson Cross up, squeezes her cheeks and makes her look at the scene on ringside. The official has seen enough, and is hastily warning the other lumberjacks of a disqualification, preventing any further interruptions as Callie takes her challenger down with savage finality, locking in the EXCELSIOR! She leans back on the armbar with grim intentions, the other woman sobbing in desperation as she feels her arm about to snap...
She's got no choice, she taps.
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via submission, and STILL the AMC Broadcast Champion ... CALLIE CLARK!!!Callie seems to WANT to break the arm, but after the absolute fustercluck of the match, the official is already wisely pulling her away, leaving Alyson Cross down in a heap as Clark throws up her hands and steps back. The crowd is APPALLED, heckling and jeering, cajoling Callie Clark and every other member of the House as the lumberjacks make their own displeasure known by exploding back into a wild brawl. Amber is extricated by a crack team of Prime stars, and being checked on by Lila Rue as the House fight their way clear to the bottom of the ramp and start to make their way to the back like a pack of wounded dogs, fending off a renewed assault led by Gabrielle Visconty and Damage Inc.
Tori Taylor has gathered up Clark's belt, and slides into the ring to join her, holding up her arm as she turns this way and that, looking for the best way to extricate the champion as madness continues to reign. A few of the lumberjacks have chosen, if not to stand with the House, then not to explicitly stand against them, and a stalemate around the outside prevents anybody else from interfering with Callie's 'celebration' for the time being.
Mason: We're going to need security out here and backstage, and probably somebody to extract Alyson Cross before the so-called 'Golden Goddess' decides to go back to her bit of unfinished business.
Livingston: So-called? That's our reigning broadcast champion! She's earned the right to be called whatever she wants to be called, and to do whatever the hell she wants to do out there. Cross put up a hell of a fight, but don't pretend she wanted to win any less. If she had her way, she'd have broken Callie's arm just the same way!
Mason: Don't be ridiculous, Alyson Cross is an honorable competitor and would do no such thing. She also wouldn't have had her no-good, cheating friends endanger the life of another woman! Folks, we're all hoping Amber is going to be okay, and rest assured we will do everything we can to make sure nobody else gets hurt tonight. For now, your AMC Broadcast Champion remains Callie Clark, and the House stands tall thanks to no end of shenanigans. As the curtain closes in Hiroshima, one thing's for certain...
Livingston: There's gonna be a ton of fallout from this match.
Mason: That isn't how I would have put it, but yes, partner. Yes, there is. That is it for us here in Japan, ladies and gentlemen. For everyone here at PRIME including Joe Danes, our crew and my broadcast partner here John Livingston, I'm Eric Mason wishing you goodnight! We will see you live in two weeks in Hawaii!
With that, we fade to black with Callie Clark holding her championship high in the air ....
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
KING FLIP
JFS
SHINIJOSHI
CALLIE CLARK
GABI VEE
DALILAH ASHE
JACK SEVERN
IBUKI ITO
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RECAP OF WINNERS
THREEWAY DANCE
Emiko Okita Vs Sunny Skye Vs Gabi Vee
WINNER(S): Sunny Skye
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TAG-TEAM MATCH
DAMAGE INC Vs The House (N/S)
WINNER(S): DAMAGE INC
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FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE
NEVAEH Vs Dalilah Ashe
WINNER(S): NEVAEH
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TAG-TEAM MATCH
Bloody Sureiyazu Vs Moonshine Inc (N/S)
WINNER(S): Bloody Sureiyazu
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SINGLES CONTEST
Lila Rue (N/S) Vs Scorpio
WINNER(S): Scorpio
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AMC BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP
LUMBERJACK MATCH
Alyson Cross (N/S) Vs Callie Clark (C)
WINNER(S): Callie Clark - Still AMC Broadcast Champion
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NEVAEH Vs Dalilah Ashe
Scorpio
N/A
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