PRIME #111 - CHICAGO
Aug 13, 2023 18:43:38 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #111
AUGUST 13TH 2023
"Chicago, Bring Us Death"
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from The United Center in Chicago, Illinois
PRIME
EPISODE #111
AUGUST 13TH 2023
"Chicago, Bring Us Death"
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from The United Center in Chicago, Illinois
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. Dalilah Ashe, Stephanie Matsuda,"Headhuntress" Aiya, Saidie Sharpe, Amber Lisa Hall, Terry Kilgore, The House Hunters, Bruce Booth, Harper Mason, Ahiga Lopez, Sunny Skye, Lila Rue, Jack Severn, The Heat Packers, Aeon Khronos, Meagan Treamon, Marquis Hathaway, Joseph Solomon, El Hijo Del Pinchy, RMK, NEVAEH, Scorpio, Narumi Tsutsumi, The Showtime Broadcast Champion Callie Clark & The Indy Champion Gabi Vee 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 ..
TEACH ME KARATE, TERRY!
JACK SEVERN = BOUNTY BADASS
NEVAEH IS PRIME MINISTER OF HELL
I BOUGHT THE MARK KEATON CIGS. THEY'RE GROSS.
THE QUEEN IS IN THE BUILDING!
R.I.P. SCORPIO. DALILAH 4 LYFE!
The camera centers on ringside at the United Center as the 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! Welcome to EWC PRIME from Chicago, we've got a hell of a show for you here tonight! The United Center is packed full, and my colleague John Livingston is here by my side ready to call all the action! As well tonight we've got a special guest on commentary, we're joined by former UFC Fighter, actor and all-around Chicago legend Phil Brooks! Phil, how's it going? Happy to have you on the call with us.
Brooks: Happy to be here, guys! Looks like a great card and I'm happy to be a part of it here with you. Let's see some fights!
Livingston: Wait, sorry, Eric, did you just say 'hell?' That's surprisingly bold of you. What a card we've got here tonight big guy. Holy HELL.
Mason: I apologise for my language, yes, I got a big over excited there! What do we have on deck? Well we're gonna open things up with Terry Kilgore and Marquis Hathaway in singles action, two of our newest superstars looking to make a name for themselves! We're gonna follow that up with some more singles action as we've got Otaki going one-on-one with Mark Keaton here, that one should be a good one.
Livingston: For sure, Eric, and after that we're gonna really turn things up a notch. We've got a fatal fourway with a Broadcast title opportunity on the line. It's gonna be Joseph Solomon, Harper Mason, Bruce Booth and Jack Severn! And Severn's got the Baconator Bounty on his head! Cash and title shots are good motivators, we're gonna see who takes the W. After that we're gonna have a FIRST TIME EVER match, can you believe this one? That these two have never faced off? It's NEVAEH going up against Narumi Tsutsumi! With the Prime Minister Necklace on the line!
Mason: Can't wait to see that one! Just like I can't wait to see Melody Malone in action here on PRIME taking on our AMC Broadcast Champion Callie Clark! Gotta be the ultimate measuring stick here for Callie, just a short few days away from the Insanity Cage at Night of Champions! Following that up we're gonna have round one action of the EWC Trios Tournament, with 3Pac and Xavier Reid going up against Stephanie Matsuda, Emiko Okita and Headhuntress Aiya!
Livingston: AND if that wasn't enough for you! Our main event is a literal death match as years of frustration have come boiling up as Dalilah Ashe and Scorpio END their feud once and for all. Dalilah costed PRIME and Scorpio the win at Parabellum in our brand warfare match and now someone is going to pay with their life here tonight. Again, just days before Scorpio competes for the Undisputed Championship LIVE on Pay-Per-View!
Mason: Big stakes tonight here, John, big stakes!
Livingston: You got that one right little man, roll that damn commercial! What do you say, Phil?
Brooks: Let's get to it! It's clobberin' time!
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Callie Clark is in the ring with a red carpet covering it and pictures of her many successful title defenses on display. The rest of The House are in the ring surrounding her and a wall of security guards stand outside the ring.
Alastor: Ladies and Gentleman, the greatest broadcast champion in the history of this company, the record shattering, arm breaking, Golden Goddess of EWC, Callie Clark!
The House claps for Callie, albeit while Jack Severn is clearly eyeing the title on her shoulder. Callie takes a bow before taking the mic. Some fans show their approval, but it's a clear minority as most of them boo her.
Callie: Thank you, thank you. As you all know I’m the longest reigning champion in the history of this title, minus one goofy legend but who cares about him.
Callie laughs as the fans boo her.
Callie: Anyway, not only do I have a historic amount of days with this title, but I also have tied the record for the most defenses in the history of this title and while I’m aware I could end up facing my friend Jack here.
Callie looks over at Jack, both seem a little uneasy about the possibility but there’s no ill will currently.
Callie: I still intend on taking the record number of defenses from our “esteemed” GM. But as for what’s next? The Insanity Cage where JoJo and I are going to DESTROY the field TOGETHER, and one of us will punch our ticket to Wrestlefest!
Callie and JoJo clink their titles together and are too sweet.
Callie: I-
The Extreme Tron comes up, cutting Callie off and you see on the screen looking like they were inside of a forest. The camera goes through the trees as the fans were wondering what was going on when you see two males and a female with their back to the cameras standing there. The two males are wearing blue jeans with a shirt that was torn a bit with the blond hair. The female hair was in a ponytail wearing a long black trench coat. The female turn around and it was no other then Brenda Vixena a former wrestler from old days of EWC as some of the fans starts to chant “Vixen Sisters” she just smirks a bit moving her head to the side as she move out of the way as the camera show bodies was laid out. She looks towards the camera
Brenda Vixen: Oh no I wasn’t the one who did all of this... You see Callie you awoke something in someone you shouldn’t have and now you are about to pay the price. You see, it isn't about the title. A title is something you can always lose but when you hurt someone pride. When you try to take out someone who loves this business.....taking someone's life and livelihood....That is when you made the biggest mistake.
The three kept walking among the bodies as Uncle Saul just laughed looking into the camera. He rubs his hands together and kicks one of the bodies just for the hell of it while Brenda and the other man who still didn’t show his face just laugh.
Uncle Saul: I bet you are wondering where we are... we are at the so-called sacrifice grounds of Father Mathias. A man I will admit let get into my head. He turned me against my brother... have me thinking that Amber was nothing. Look at her record since she arrived at EWC. She hasn’t won much, got her ass handed over to by everyone inside of that ring but my niece made me believe because..
That when coach Martin appeared as you could tell he was beating a lot with old cuts and bruises all over his body looking into the camera as they stood among the bodies.
Coach Martin: You see you just add more fuel to the fire and you just now made the biggest mistake of your life.
That when the lights in the arena went out once again as they started to flash on and off as “Run-It” came blasting over the speaker standing on the top wearing a black hood with a pair of blue jeans over her head wearing her “Prime” Sneakers came out on the top of the ramp looking around at the crowd slowly removing her hood beating her chest with a grin. She looked right down at The House inside of the ring as they were standing there in shock.
AMBER! AMBER! AMBER!
Clap Clap.
Amber starts to run down to the ramp at top speed as she jumps into the air to try to over the wall of security only to get caught mid air. Amber is seen trying her best to get past the wall and tackle a few of them down with a big boot. Callie now whispers something to Next Level, who nods and slides out of the ring and hop the barricade. Meanwhile Amber tries to push past security, but one of them shoulder checks her…leading to her punching him in the face! The crowd pops for this as Amber lays out security guard after security guard! Amber throws the last security guard into the steel steps, and looks up at Callie, who’s daring her to get in the ring with the big numbers disadvantage. Amber now reaches under the ring and pulls out a chair!
Amber is about to get in the ring…but suddenly Next Level are behind her and dump a big bucket of paint on her head! Amber is in shock and drops the chair, as red paint pours over her hair and down onto her face, as Callie starts laughing hysterically! Next Level now spin Amber around, and drop her with a Double Superkick! They throw Amber into the ring, and The House stomp on her until familiar music hits…
Mason: It’s Melody Malone!
“You Should See Me In A Crown” blares over the PA, and Melody comes running out from backstage, sliding into the ring. Rory is right behind her, as the members of the House scatter. Rory paces around the ring, keeping Next Level at bay while Melody is yelling from the ring for Callie to come back and get it. The House backs off, their job done as Melody turns and checks on Amber who’s covered in paint. Rory motions for the ringside crew to toss him a towel for her to clean up, while Melody retrieves the discarded microphone left behind by Callie.
Malone: Oh c’mon Callie, I thought you wanted to take the crown! But I can see people like you, your lap dogs the Next Level, and your felony carrying murder hobo over there all wanna just do things your way. You wanna jump people with the numbers game? You go right ahead. Some of us can leverage our advantages in other ways…
Melody pulls the mic back, saying something to Rory before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card holder. She slides out a black card, gilded in gold and orange before handing it to Amber with a wink.
Malone: And Amber… if you’d rather somewhere with some better, let’s call them… working conditions? Give me a call.
She tosses the microphone aside, continuing to banter back and forth with Callie who still stands on the entrance ramp before the scene fades to a commercial.
We return to ringside where it's time for our opening contest!
Mason: Now that we've got some House shenanigans over with, whattaya say Phil, ready to call some EWC action?
Brooks: Never been more ready, let's get to it!
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Fukuoka, Japan and weighing in at 185 pounds... MARQUIS HATHAWAY!
As the song starts Marquis is knees praying and as the beat drops he pops up to his feet and removes his mask as he sprays mist into the air and he makes his way down to the ring as interacts with fans on the way in.
Reid: And the opponent, from San Fernando, California and weighing in at an even 200 pounds... TERRY KILGORE!
Terry Kilgore comes out and bows down on the ramp before walking to the ring. He walks with a determined look as he sets his eyes on the ring only. Terry Kilgore goes to the ring and doing a bit of warming up for a few seconds before the ring bells.
DING DING DING
Hathaway cracks Kilgore with a right hook that staggers him. Hathaway runs hitting a raised knee to the gut. Hathaway whips Kilgore to the corner and chops him repeatedly across the chest. He then sends Kilgore off the ropes and armdrags him to the mat into an armbar. Hathaway pulls on the arm but Kilgore manages to get to his feet while Hathaway drives his elbow down onto Kilgore’s shoulder again and again and again until Kilgore lays crumpled on the mat clutching his shoulder. Hathaway climbs to the top turnbuckle and drives a top rope elbow into the chest of Kilgore. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kilgore manages to roll his way out of the pin attempt. Hathaway lifts Kilgore to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Killgore springs off the middle rope and cracks Hathaway with a roundhouse kick. As Hathaway clears the cobwebs, Kilgore climbs the turnbuckles throwing himself at Hathaway with a missile dropkick. Hathaway rolls to his hands and knees. Kilgore boots him into the ribs with a soccer kick. He lifts Hathaway into a dragon suplex that he bridges into a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Hathaway manages to roll his way free.
Mason: Good start. Both men getting some hard hits in.
Brooks: Too many of those and you're gonna end up wobbily real quick.
Livingston: Maybem, but I have to wonder if the damage to Terry Kilgore’s shoulder took the strength he needed to keep Marquis Hathaway down.
Both get to their feet. Kilgore runs at the ropes and springs back hitting a Spingboard Stunner. Hathaway drops back where Kilgore makes the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Hathaway lifts an arm off the mat to break the count inadvertently smacking the bad shoulder of Kilgore. He clutches at his arm. Hathaway gets to his feet and lifts Kilgore to his as he continues to grasp his shoulder. Hathaway takes him over with a Burēnbasutā. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kilgore has to roll onto his bad shoulder to break the count.
Mason: Onto the shoulder to keep himself in the match here.
Brooks: If he's still in it, then it ain't over is it boys!
Livingston: No shit, either man is lookin' like they could take the win here.
Hathaway lifts Kilgore to his feet but Kilgore counters with a backdrop that sends him to the mat. Hathaway gets to his feet as Kilgore comes running knocking him back down with a clothesline. A second clothesline knocks Hathaway to the mat again. Kilgore steps back to the corner and runs at Hathaway. He fires at Hathaway with a Superkick. Hathaway catches it and spins Kilgore booting him in the gut. Hathaway grabs Kilgore and lifts him up before driving him down with Kokumajutsu no bakudan. Hathaway rolls him over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... MARQUIS HATHAWAY!!!Brooks: If you wanna be the best in the world, it starts with one victory and for Marquis Hathaway that victory has come tonight.
Mason: This should put him closer to the championship opportunities here on PRIME.
Livingston: Despite the shoulder, Terry Kilgore kept going in this one. If that Superkick had connected, Marquis Hathaway might have been out like a light.
Hathaway climbs to the middle turnbuckle and sprays his mist into the air and poses as it falls onto him.
Mason: A great match to get us started here in Chicago.
Livingston: It was guys, that's got me at half mast and excited for the rest of the show.
Brooks: Is he always like this?
Mason: Unfortunately.
The camera cuts to ...
This is Gonna Hurt by Sixx A.M. plays over the p.a. As Damage Incorporated, accompanied by a dejected looking Lacey Savage and The Silent Killer Bedlam Briggs, make their way down to the ring to a warm reception from the Chicago fanbase.
Malice, wearing an unbuttoned White Sox jersey, is heavily taped up and Mayhem, dressed in a Blackhawks jersey and a Bears cap, walks with a limp. But all of them seem uplifted by the fan reaction and pleased to be in the city that their team calls home.
Climbing between the ropes Lacey, who wears a Bulls Jersey as a mini dress, hands each man a microphone.
Mayhem: Hello Chicago! It’s great to be here in the city where I grew up. And it’s an honor to be appearing in the legendary United Center, the building where Championships are born!
Mayhem points to all the banners in the rafters as the fans make the most of the cheap pop.
Malice: It would’ve been a bigger honor to be able to actually wrestle for you folks here tonight in this historic arena, but we guess Jordan Sharpe had some trouble booking a team that hadn’t already beaten us this season.
The fans offer a mixed reaction with some of the crowd booing and others jeering this revelation.
Mayhem: But to be fair he probably thought that we were still buried under the beach in Thailand. What can we say? Damage Inc dropped the ball in Phuket worse than Team Prime did at Parabellum.
The crowd boo this negativity. Mayhem waits patiently for the noise to die down.
Mayhem: But we came out here because we’ve got something that really needs to be said in person.
Malice: We’ve got a message for a team that we’ve built a lot of history with over what turned out to be a pretty entertaining series of matches. A team that we’ve never really given the credit they deserve, even when they beat us.
Some of the fans cheer this sentiment. A 3pAC chant starts up from the cheap seats. Mayhem smiles and speaks up, allowing the chant to continue.
Mayhem: A team that, in reality, we really do respect.
The 3pAC chant gets louder and spreads to other parts of the arena. Malice is forced to talk over it.
Malice: NOW OBVIOUSLY pro wrestling is a sport of physical skill, but something that might not be as obvious to everyone is the mental aspect of the sport.
Mayhem: It’s not just a battle of big bodies, ‘slappin meat’. It’s also a battle of minds over matter.
Malice: A big part of the mind game is getting under your opponent’s skin to undermine their confidence.
Mayhem: And part of that is talking a lot of trash, which requires you to sometimes say things that you don’t really mean in pursuit of inflicting the most psychological damage possible.
Malice: So here tonight in Chicago, the home base and headquarters of Damage Incorporated, Mayhem and I would like to offer someone an apology and let those two men know just how much we really do respect them, and wish them all the best, despite everything we’ve said about them in the past.
The crowd cheers, anticipating a moment.
Mayhem: And that team is…
Both together: The HEAT PACKERS!
The cheers turn to boos as their moment is ruined.
Malice: Dan and Brodie. You guys really are one HELL of an old school tag team.
Mayhem: UNLIKE those fan boy dip shits who call themselves The Champions.
The fans boo louder to Malice’s obvious aggravation.
Malice: Aw, what’s the matter, did you actually expect us to respect Little Dick Danny and Dumbass just because they got ANOTHER cheap ass win at Parabellum?
Mayhem: They’re NEVER going to earn our respect! We’ve got zero respect for a pair of punk ass cheaters who win their matches by hitting people in the balls instead of having the balls to fight them head on.
Malice: In our eyes, you two sneaky little pricks will NEVER be real Champions. And we’d rather quit than ever admit that you two are on our level.
Mayhem: Which is why we hope The Heat Packers serve up a whole bowl of just deserts when they take the titles from those two losers.
Malice: And we just wish we could be there to watch it in person.
Mayhem: But unfortunately, after tonight, Malice and I will be taking some time off to rehab some nagging injuries and address other personal concerns that have been keeping us both from properly representing the tag division.
This announcement is greeted with a mixture of cheers and a few boos from the home town Damage Inc supporters.
Malice: It is our deepest hope that ‘Dynamite’ Dan Funk and ‘Beautiful’ Brodie Dawson can become the anchor team for this division that Mayhem and I always intended to be.
Mayhem: So thank you Chicago, and until we see you all again, here’s hoping that The Heat Packers can get that damage done.
Malice: And good luck to Dalilah in the main event! Go get’em little sister.
Sixx A.M. plays again as the team salutes the crowd and stiffly make their way back up the ramp to the locker room as we go to .....
A single flame flickers inside a locker room as Joseph Solomon’s face partially comes into view. His fingers are covered with black gloves as he is wearing a trench coat.
Joseph Solomon: In just a few hours, four bulls will be locking horns all for a chance to earn a shot at Callie Clark. Now we all have heard what the other three have said but I’m not so sure they even believe in themselves.
Joseph snickers while dragging his hand over the flame.
Joseph Solomon: Bruce Booth and Jack Severn are so caught up in their own hype that they forget that this isn’t my first rodeo. Jack is the epitome of being a contender over being a champion. Bruce Booth is still unproven despite riding his cousin’s coattails. They won’t last a minute with their egos running rampant.
Joseph chuckles some more as a woman stands next to him. The woman’s face is obscured as Joseph nods his head.
Joseph Solomon: Harper Mason, you wanted a fight and now you got one. Trust me, this is one fight you will regret asking for after I toss you across the ring. That title opportunity will be mine and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do stop me.
Joseph takes in a deep breath before blowing out the flame as the room goes completely dark as we go to .....
The crowd are just settling down from the opening of Prime when “Iconic” blasts over the speakers. The crowd goes wild as a spotlight hits the stage and The S-Factor steps into it. The fans pop again as he raises a defiant fist and strolls down the ramp, a smile on his face and a swagger in his walk. He slaps hands with a few of those either side of the ramp.
Mason: Scorpio was Prime’s sole survivor and was on track to take Brand Warfare home for Sunday nights if it hadn’t been for interference from his one-time protégé, Dalilah Ashe.
Brooks: The smile on his face doesn't show it but you know he's focused on that betrayal for later tonight.
Livingston: And you bet this crowd and that man right there won’t let her get away with costing them, though you’ve got to remember he’s also now the number-one contender to the Undisputed Championship. This could be a huge month at the start of his retirement campaign.
Scorpio hits the ring and is handed a microphone as the music fades out and the crowd simmers down.
Scorpio: Gooooood evening my Chi-Town darlings! I wish I could have come out here to celebrate Prime’s Parabellum victory with you all, we came so fucken close, but alas the actions of a certain member of the locker room dashed away those hopes and dreams…
The smile fades as the crowd begin to boo loud and there’s even a chant of “SCREW YOU DALILAH!” that breaks out. Scorpio nods to himself before sighing loudly.
Scorpio: It’s clear that Dalilah and I have diverged paths over the past few months. Despite our different approaches to things I still trusted her and I still wanted to give her the guidance and drive I could offer. Even when she tried to take my damn head off with her briefcase and got herself into the Indy Championship match I was proud. That was an old school Scorpio move and fair fucks she pulled it off to perfection. But Dalilah… my dear… what you did at Parabellum? Costing the whole of Prime just to fuck with me?
He stares right down the lens of the camera as his knuckles go white around the microphone.
Scorpio: YOU OVER-STEPPED THE MARK AND BABY IT’S TIME TO PAY THE MOST FABULOUS PIPER IN THE EWC!
The crowd explode with cheers.
Scorpio: So tonight’s main event, one-on-one, no rules, the more violence the better. One way or another this ends… and darling as far as I’m concerned it ends with your bloodied and broken body being dragged out of Chicago… comprendez-vous?
More cheers from the fans as a slight smirk develops on the S-Factor’s face again. He begins to pace the ring soaking in the atmosphere before he raises the microphone once more.
Scorpio: And then, with my former disciple disposed of and the wrongs righted, it’s time to bring the ultimate gold back to Sunday nights. The powers that be have granted me one last shot at the Undisputed Championship come Night of Champions, and I can promise each and every one of you I’ll be doing everything in my power to have a final moment in the sun before I hang these Louboutins up for good. So… shall we welcome to reigning Undisputed Champion to Prime…?
He glances to the stage as “Challenge” hits the speakers, and the fans cheer. The lights flash in time to the intro until the first vocals hit. As the vocals hit smoke billows from behind the curtains and a spotlight shines down upon the center of the stage. The lights come back on shortly afterward and out walks the Undisputed Champion, Lavender. She looks out across the crowd as the crowd erupts into cheer. A smile creeps across her face as she embraces their warm welcome. The silent princess walks confidently down the ramp with a microphone in hand and isn't hesitant to step inside the ring to confront Scorpio, walking up the steel steps and stepping through the ropes, holding the Undisputed Championship against her shoulder. Once she steps inside the ring she takes a few steps towards Scorpio and brings the microphone to her lips.
Lavender: I would love for this to be a somber moment where we trade pleasantries between one another but as I stand here, in the middle of this ring, I am staring into the eyes of the man who laughed at the very notion of me becoming Undisputed Champion all those years ago. You stood there, with this championship over your shoulder, and outright refused my challenge to the championship. But now I stand here not just with the Undisputed Championship over my shoulder, but also being a two-time Undisputed Champion. You outright laughed at me getting here once... I GOT HERE TWICE!
The crowd applauds the silent princess and her efforts in becoming the Undisputed Champion. A small section of the crowd jeers her for dethroning Narumi Tsutsumi to become the new champion.
Lavender: And I could be petty about it all, I could return the favour and openly scoff at you challenging me for the Undisputed Championship... but I won't. Firstly, that isn't the woman that I am, I accept all challenges... they help me improve and test my mettle... but second and more importantly, for the longest time I had wanted to step back through those ropes, with you staring back at me from the opposing corner, just so that I could prove that every last word you spoke - both verbal and non-verbal - when you were holding this championship and staring back at my starry eyes were absolutely wrong.
Lavender lifts the microphone up against her chest and takes a moment to pause.
Lavender: However, in a strange way I have to thank you for being so critical of me because without yourself... and many, many others... ridiculing the very bold claims I had to the Undisputed Championship, I would not be here today with the Undisputed Championship over my shoulder. I wouldn't even be standing in the middle of this ring today if I didn't feel the need to prove to every single naysayer that I could defy their exceeding low expectations of me. So, Scorpio... thank you.
The silent princess extends a hand out to the S-Factor. For a brief moment Scorpio simply stares the Undisputed Champion down, his eyes narrowing at her icy words to him. He inhales sharply.
Scorpio: I see we’re keeping some hang-ups from seasons gone by going… a part of me wants to tear you down and promise you I’ll be proving all my previous assertions about you completely correct… BUT I can see how my words in the past have affected you. I’m a big boy, I’ve been doing this a long old time baby, and I can admit when I’m wrong. Lavender I’m sorry.
He finally reaches out for Lavender’s hand and shakes it to huge cheers from the fans. The Silent Princess keeps staring him down as Scorpio smirks and steps forward, getting right in her face.
Scorpio: But darling you better be fucking certain that I’ll be ripping that Undisputed Championship from your waist and having my moment.
The S-Factor goes to step back, however this time it’s Lavender who doesn’t release the handshake and instead pulls Scorpio right into her. A knowing smile develops over her face as she stares into his eyes.
Lavender: And now it’s my turn to apologise, you see it would be fairy-tale perfect for you to finally catch a win at Night of Champions… so Scorpio I’m sorry because this is my title and you’re going to be retiring as a former one-time champ. I’ll see you in LA.
She throws a wink before letting go of the number-one contender and raising the Undisputed Championship high. “Challenge” hits the speakers again as Lavender climbs from the ring and walks backwards up the ramp. Scorpio watches her go with a slight smile on his face as the fans cheer.
Mason: There’s no love lost between these two over their former interactions and you bet they’re gonna be going to war at Night of Champions
Livingston: No love lost, but an undertone of mutual respect for two stars of the ring…
Brooks: Now THAT is gonna be one hell of a title fight.
With the two competitors leaving the ring, we remain at ...
Mason: Well we're supposed to be getting ready for our second singles contest but it looks like we've got some kind of a gathering going on in the ring here!
The camera focuses on the ring, filled with the entire Gambit roster. Doug in a Barrel is hauling on the top rope and stretching his shoulders. Yaya Banana is chatting it up with Scrappy Coco, who doesn't seem to understand a thing that Yaya is saying. The rest of them are looking around with confused expressions.
Mason: What is going on here? It looks like we've got the entire Gambit roster ready to go. I haven't heard any new announcements for a special Gambit match here tonight.
Brooks: Maybe they're planning a takeover here tonight guys!
Livingston: I know what this is Mason, it's a Gambit Battle Royale to see who gets on the main roster! You see, unlike you, I have the inside scoops when it comes to the goings on behind the scenes. I'll put my money on Yaya Banana right now.
Mason:I haven't heard anything of the sort, but you could b….
Mason: Look at this, now Mark Keaton is coming out! We've seen him interact with Awesome Steve Lawson in his last couple of matches.
Livingston: He's taking his sweet time coming out, we've got an entire show to get through here! Jesus, c'mon Mark!
RMK swaggers out to the top of the ramp to a mixture of boos and cheers. He's got a smoke hanging out of his mouth and a microphone in his hand. His leather jacket is wide open, showing his bare chest and his leather pants are covered in rhinestones. He slowly walks down the ramp, flicks his smoke on the ground then rolls in the ring. He walks to the center of the ring and looks around at all the Gambit roster.
Brooks: He really shouldn't be smoking in here.
RMK: I've fought some of you, kicked your ass. But to those who are unaware of my radicalness, allow me to introduce myself.
Mark runs across the ring and climbs the turnbuckle to face the capacity crowd.
RMK: I am the toast of Canada, the Sublime of Prime, the Sexual Velocirapter, Mr. Moist Beefcake himself, Reeeeemarkable MAAAAAAAARK KEEEEATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!
A loud chorus of boos follow, some of the Gambit roster clap, Steve Lawson clapping the loudest.
Livingston: He's a sexual velociraptor, Mason!
Mason: So I've heard.
Mark Keaton jumps down, he's got a big smile on his face now, he walks back to the center of the ring and brings the mic back to his mouth
RMK: The radical one has summoned you all here tonight to have a little discussion. How does it feel getting some of this main roster T.V time?
Doug in a Barrel: I've never felt SO ALIVE!
RMK: Holy hell Doug, somebody get this man a towel, he's sweating profusely.
Scrappy Coco uses his catlike agility and jumps through the middle rope, he slides back in the ring and hands Doug a towel. He takes the towel and rubs inside the barrel.
Livingston: Can we cut to commercial or?
Brooks: That's the bad thing about streaming, John, these people have to see this!
RMK: At the Parbellum Pay Per View, I couldn't help but notice that a couple of you Gambit stars had your own little shacks to sell stuff. Awesome Steve Lawson had his Bandana shop and MORB had his food stand, MORBurgers. So I totally did a little more digging and I discovered, ALL of you are struggling to make ends meet in one way or another. EWC is simply not paying you dudes and dudette's enough money.
Mark shook his head with a saddened expression and continued.
RMK: And what about the main roster exposure? How many times do you get to fight on Rampage, Brawl, Paramount or Prime? You don't, maybe Peach Galato had a small amount of time up here but that's it. Like, the EWC TV watching fans rarely get to see Mean Girlz, Double Dee's or the dark and mysterious MORB. I propose a new, money making idea. It'll expose you to the main roster, it'll totally make you the well deserved cash! Like, you'll rub shoulders with the greats up here, ME for example! This is an unofficial clique, maybe the first ever unofficial clique in the history of EWC. I call it
…
The EXT shows a broken image link. The camera returns to RMK shaking his head and The Gambit Roster laughing all around him, the crowd laughing too.
Livingston: Wow, that's embarrassing Mason!
RMK: I shouldn't have hired Old Man Jeff to do my graphics. ANYWAY! O.K Yaya, stop laughing. You too Scrappy, stop it! The official name of this unofficial clique is called -SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE- and I promise you all, money will be made and glory will be had!
Mark drops the mic and high fives Awesome Steve Lawson.
Mason: There you have it folks! Mark Keaton announcing his new faction, Soldiers of Fortune and can you believe it? It's the entire Gambit roster!
Livingston: It's unofficial Mason! That means it's off the books and it's not really a faction, it's more of a handshake understanding. It's genius! Mark Keaton now has a small army at his fingertips, IF he can afford it! He just bought a haunted house not too long ago.
Brooks: Mark is clearly making some great investments ...
The arena is suddenly filled with the loud thumping sound of a Boeing AH-64 Apache Helicopter. Everyone in the ring is looking around confused.
Mason: Wait a minute! What is this? What's going on now?!
The Xtron comes alive with the Apache Helicopter flying right at the screen. Smoke billows out on to the stage. The helicopter flies up and out of the screenshot. Two black ropes drop down at the top of the ramp. Two muscular men in army fatigues shimmy down and land at the top of the ramp. The crowd give them a loud ovation!
Mason: It's The Omega Commandos! The Commandos are here on Prime! What in the world?!
Livingston: They vanished off the map months ago! What is happening right now?
Kobro Commando is smoking a fat cigar, he looks over at Duke and nods his head. Military drums kick in and both men march down the ramp towards the ring. Kobro and Duke climb in the ring. Jimmy "Dumb As" Heller has a big, goofy smile on his face and approaches Kobro with a high five in the air. Kobro gives him a death stare, it takes a minute for it to sink in, the smile vanishes from Jimmy's face and he backs off. Duke whips a microphone out of a secret compartment on his belt and hands it to Kobro. Mark's jaw is locked open.
Kobro: Citizen of EWC, former Omega Commando recruit, Mark Keaton. It has been a long time. Due to reasons I cannot explain to the public, we had to go into hiding. But with Operation Break Out, that is no longer a problem for us. I'm going to make this short and sweet, Mr Keaton. The Omega Commandos are at your service…
RMK: Ohhh yeah baby! I knew that one…
Kobro: Quiet, soldier! But we do not come cheap. You were talking about this new little faction of yours being unofficial, well, The Omega Commandos are even MORE unofficial! We have high operating costs, unlike these dregs of Gambit you have around you that you've coined, Soldiers of Fortune. The only way you can hire us, is if you are on the winning side of the purse. So go out there and win matches, Mr. Keaton, then you can afford to hire The Omega Commandos.
Kobro and Duke quickly drop smoke bombs and it fills the ring with blinding white smoke!
Mason: Now they're dropping smoke bombs! I can't see a thing in there!
The smoke eventually clears, Soldiers of Fortune and RMK are left looking around confused as The Omega Commandos are nowhere to be seen.
Mason: Mark Keaton has formed Soldiers of Fortune with the option of having The Omega Commandos for hire!
Livingston: Well you heard Kobro, he'll have to be on the winning side of the purse for that to happen, Mason! Knowing Keaton, we may never see The Omega Commandos again! Ha ha!
Brooks: That's true, he's got a tough opponent about to walk through that curtain and it's gonna take more than Gambit wrestlers and The A-Team to take down Otaki here.
Mason: Well, never underestimate anyone in EWC! This could be the best thing RMK has ever done or it could be an unmitigated disaster. Only time will tell. But he's got a singles match to get underway, and Otaki should be making her way out right .. about ... now!
Reid: And the opponent, hailing from Pallet Town and weighing in at 158 pounds... OTAKI!
I’m Hanging On To The Other Side
I Won’t Give Up Till The End of Me
I Won’t Give Up Till The End of Me
Those words call out and suddenly “Undefeatable” by Kellin Quinn blasts out into the arena as the, milky skinned, Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki appears on the stage in a purple one-piece outfit - with long sleeves but no leg coverage - and a purple hooded cloak. The crowd cheers loudly and it almost seems like their adulation is watering Otaki’s eyes, at least until she shook her head with a smile and pull her hood down before heading down to ringside. Once by the ring slight trepidation can be seen on the Englishwoman’s face for a moment before she glances over towards the crowd and closes her eyes to take a deep breath. Afterwards the diminutive otaku practically throws herself under the bottom rope and used the rest of the ropes to pull herself back up. Once inside the ring Otaki proceeds to take off her cloak, revealing the back of her outfit to any potential men or lesbian in the crowd tonight as she neatly folds her cloak up and places it on the ropes nearest her before unclipping a Pokéball from her belt and bounces over to the ropes opposite. Rather enthusiastically she steps one foot on the bottom rope, steps the other on the middle rope and punches her Pokéball into the air to more cheers
DING DING DING
Keaton smacks Otaki with a jab to the jaw that staggers her. Otaki lashes out with a right hand. Keaton ducks and lifts Otaki up for a bodyslam. Keaton then spins her and drives Otaki to the mat with a powerslam. Keaton lifts Otaki off the mat and onto the top turnbuckle. Keaton pulls Otaki back and drives her down to the mat with a headbutt. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Otaki lifts a shoulder high off the mat to break the count. Keaton lifts Otaki to her feet. She breaks away and cracks Keaton across the face with an open hand slap. Keaton shakes the cobwebs and charges at Otaki. She cracks him in the face with a bat-hand. Keaton’s eyes cross with the smack as Otaki runs off the ropes and catches him on the jaw with a spinning heel kick. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Keaton just manages to push himself free to break the count.
Brooks: As a mixed martial artist, I can tell you the first thing you need to learn is how to take a punch and a kick. Mark Keaton can take a kick, apparently.
Mason: And I don’t know how he kicked out of that, she smacked him on the but of the jaw.
Livingston: He may be a little dazed but don't sleep on RMK!
Keaton gets to his feet and charges at Otaki for a clothesline. Otaki leans back with a Matrix Evasion and Keaton connects with air. He turns back to Otaki as she smacks him in the jaw with a left hook. It spins him on the spot and allows Otaki to roll him up with a school boy. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Keaton manages to push himself free to break the count. Both get to their feet. Otaki lashes out with a clothesline that Keaton ducks before grabbing and rolling Otaki with a 3DT. He hooks the leg as he makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Otaki rolls to her side to break the count.
Mason: I thought that was it! She was out!
Livingston: She may have been but her shoulder was not.
Brooks: That was a close one boys.
Keaton lifts Otaki off the mat and drapes her feet on the top rope for a Hangover 1980. Before he can hit it, Otaki slips over the top rope and pulls Keaton down across the rope throat first. As he clutches his throat, Otaki slips through the ropes and grabs Keaton hitting a Grand Finale. She rolls him over and makes the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... OTAKI!!!Mason: She did it! Otaki picks up a huge win here tonight! Call that a 'welcome back' to the winners column as she starts her new career here on PRIME!
Brooks: I'm guessing Mark's gonna have to wait a bit before he can hire his buddies ...
Livingston: Yeah, you know, whatever. I'm thinkin' the referee plays Pokemon Go or something and is in Otaki's pocket. Ridiculous.
Otaki steps onto the bottom rope holding her Pokéball into the air in celebration. She then rolls under the ropes and heads up the ramp.
Mason: Well, despite what you think John, after a great match it's Otaki that gets the 'w.'
Livingston: Unfortunately.
Brooks: BOTH competitors were great here, that was a hard fought match here in the Windy City.
Livingston: The only wind is coming from her 'fat ass' ......
Mason: JOHN!!
‘Undefeatable’ is playing throughout the arena to celebrate Otaki’s victory but the Englishwoman looks anything but the victor of this hard fought contest. From the way her snow white skin does little to hide the bruising that patterns across her curvaceously chubby frame but how she struggled up to her feet, only to almost fall over if it wasn’t for her ingenuity to grab onto the nearest rope as soon as possible. The latter of which wasn’t lost to the people of Chicago as there are some among the front row who lose majorly concern...only for Otaki to shoot them an assuring smile as she slips out of ring before approaching Damon Reid to borrow a microphone from the ring announcer with a mouthed ‘thank you.’
Otaki: Ah...ah damn...
Breathlessly escapes the Purple Haired Dynamo's lips, which was easily caught by the microphone, as she backs up enough to find the steel steps and sit down on them. Once there The Emo Princess took a moment to gather her breath before moving the microphone nearer to her mouth.
Otaki: That was so much harder than expected...heh...I guess you could say that Mark Keaton is indeed as ‘Remarkable’ as he claims to be...
Knowing that wouldn’t be what the people of the Windy City wanted to hear Megan allows the crowd their moment of boos, which she took advantage of to wince as her free hand rubs her bruised side, before speaking up.
Otaki: But ‘Remarkable’ isn’t what interests me the most tonight...Mel-
Megan couldn’t help but suddenly wince in pain and had to pause for a moment to let the pain pass by before continuing.
Otaki: ‘Melody Malone still has two appearances left on PRIME this season’...that is what it said on tonight’s showcard...meaning that, after tonight, there is only one ‘appearance’ left...
Seeing a cameraman nearby Miss Treamon grabs him and pulls him close enough so her face can be the main thing broadcasted.
Otaki: And I want that ‘appearance’ to be a match against me.
The mere suggestion of such a match did get cheers from the audience inside the United Center.
Otaki: I don’t care what loops I have to jump, or whatever I have to sign...I’ll do it for a shot at ‘The Queen of the EWC.’
Otaki sharply said as she finally let’s go of the cameraman. ‘Undefeatable’ re-enters the arena as the Brit got off the stair and came over towards the ring announcer to return his microphone to him before heading up the ramp and off backstage and the camera goes there as well ....
Backstage, Joe Danes is ready for a quick interview.
Danes: Please welcome my guests at this time, Dan Funk, Brodie Dawson, The Heat Packers!
The Heat Packers stroll into view, a little less cocky than usual.
Danes: How are you two feeling ahead of your tag title match at Night of Champions? Any messages to 3pAC?
Brodie: We come to you humbled, Joe, because our unbeaten streak we had this year… it’s been broken. We underestimated Next Level and questioned their membership in The House, and they damn sure proved why they’re here. For that, we respect them.
Dan: And then we failed once again in the first round of the trios tournament, to our old foes Shinijoshi. But we’re still determined to do what they couldn’t… and beat 3pAC! You see, Night of Champions is going to be what StrangleMania should’ve been, and it’s gonna be the night of The House! Either JoJo or Callie is gonna win the Insanity Cage and main event WrestleFest, and we’re gonna walk out your new tag team champions!
Brodie: And you can guaran-damn-tee that!
Just as they say that, JoJo Rush walks into frame!
Dan: Speak of the goddamn devil! Hey brother!
The three slap hands and bump fists, The Heat Packers clearly happy and surprised to see their friend on Prime.
JoJo: Ah’m here so Ah won’t get fined.
Brodie: Honestly glad you’re getting out some more after… Well, we won’t dwell on that. And hey, as long as you’re here… would you mind gassing us up a little?
JoJo: Gas? Y’all don’t need gas– you two already out here bringin’ the Heat.
JoJo ropes arms around Dan & Brodie’s heads to pull them in forehead-to-forehead.
JoJo: Hurt ‘em, and hurt ‘em bad. No matter what happens in the match, it can’t happen without somebody gettin’ hurt. Use that southern toughness and you two? You’ll be able to beat anybody off.
JoJo headbutts the both of them then releases his grip on the Packers.
JoJo: Head on back to the locker room, Ah got you bois somethin’ fer Night of Champions.
Dan: Thanks, brotha. We’ll be sure to check that out. And as for your match… We’ll be honest. It’s hard to choose who’s gonna win between you and Callie. But… If anyone can beat someone who’s been champion for nearly a year… it’s you! You’re our big dawg, forever and always, and the possibility that you could become Undisputed Champion at WrestleFest, a year after you joined us? That’s some primal shit right there.
JoJo: Yer far too–
Alastor Gray walks into frame, putting his hand on JoJo’s shoulder.
Alastor: Excuse me, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I’ve got to pull Mr. Rush away for a bit. We have some… Private affairs to attend to. Good luck on your tag title match. I’m sure you’ll bring the gold to The House.
Alastor flashes a devilish smile, and he and JoJo begin to walk off together. JoJo just kinda awkwardly waves bye to The Heat Packers.
Brodie: Right, right, catch you later, then?
JoJo: Ah’m sure Ah’ll be able to see y’all later tonight! Just remember to check yer locker room!
The Heat Packers wave back and then just shrug to Joe once JoJo & Alastor are out of sight, before walking off and we go to....
FAITHFUL CHANCE FOURWAY MATCH
Jack Severn Vs Bruce Booth
Vs Harper Mason Vs Joseph Solomon
Baconator Bounty: Jack Severn
Match Writer: Daphne Kay
We return to ringside where Stefan Elliot is just sliding into the ring as the crowd remains hyped up for the next match.
Mason: It’s time to find the next number one contender for the AMC Broadcast Championship with four individuals hungry for gold.
Reid: The following four way match is scheduled for one fall. Joining us first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 125 pounds ... HARPER MASON!
The intro to "New Divide" by Jonathon Young hits the speakers and when the lyrics kick in Harper emerges from the back ready for battle, she slaps hands with the fans on the way to the ring before entering.
Reid: And her opponent, from Milwaukee, WI, weighing in at 220 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: And his opponent, from The Hollywood Hills, weighing in at 220 pounds ... BRUCE BOOTH!
As 'Burn In My Light''s unmistakable intro sounds throughout the venue, the fans turn their head toward the entranceway, and out comes the superstar (at least in his own mind) with chiseled supermodel looks (at least in his own mind) and a superhero body (at least in his own mind), who stops a few feet out from the curtain. Without hesitating, he throws his arms up in the air and holds his chin high, posturing tall as gold pyro rains behind him, painting an image of an undeniable sensation. Letting it breathe for a few seconds, Bruce then takes to the ring, his eyes shooting to a few fans offering their thoughts of him in the form of obscene finger gestures and even worse comments-- but he does his best to pay it no mind. As Booth heads in, he ascends the second turnbuckle and raises his arms once again- this time in a slow, graceful motion, almost like a shot straight out of a movie. He closes his eyes, living in the moment, instead of having to look at the fans, and steps down from the second rope, but never quite leaves that moment of self-absorption, as his music is cut off.
Reid: And his opponent, from The Core Spire, weighing in at 201 pounds ... JOSEPH SOLOMON!
“Heartache” blares over the sound system as Joseph Solomon makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring.
DING DING DING
The moment the bell sounds, Jack and Bruce sprint across the ring towards Joseph and Harper. Jack slams his shoulder into Harper’s midsection and drives her back towards the corner. He continues to driver his shoulder into her as Bruce lands a hard right across Harper’s face. Harper slumps over as Jack sends her over head with a belly to belly Suplex. Jack and Bruce looks at each other before turning their attention towards Joseph. Joseph smirks while leaning against the corner. Bruce takes a step toward him when Jack slams a forearm into the back of Bruce’s head. Bruce stumbles forward as Joseph leaps onto the second turnbuckle before catching Bruce around the neck and catching him with a front flip pile driver.
Joseph quickly pops back onto his feet only to get dropped with a clothesline from Jack. Jack smirks as Harper catches him with a jumping side kick to the back of his head. Jack goes falling out of the ring as Harper starts stomping the heck out of Joseph. Harper bends down to pick Joseph up only to get struck with a running knee to the side of her head by Bruce. Harper staggers as Bruce follows it up with a stiff clothesline. Harper goes down as Bruce mounts her and starts dropping rights and lefts. He continues to throw punches until Joseph comes flying at him with a corkscrew neckbreaker. Joseph picks Bruce up, slams his knee into Bruce’s midsection, pulls Bruce’s arm between his legs and throws him over head with a pumphandle Suplex. Joseph kips back up to his feet, sprints toward the ropes, springs off them and lands across Harper’s chest with a moonsault.
Mason: Great looking moonsault by Solomon there.
Brooks: You wouldn't think he was that agile by looking at him but there you go!
Livingston: Just wait til Jack gets in there and whips these guys asses.
Jack tries to slide back into the ring but his manager motions for him to wait. Jack nods his head while watching Bruce stick his knees in the air as Joseph lands across them while attempting another moonsault. Bruce makes his way up to his feet while wrapping his arms around Joseph’s midsection and connecting with a gut wrench Suplex. After landing the move, Bruce lands an elbow across Joseph while going for a quick cover.
One
Tw….
Harper drops a double axe handle across Bruce’s back while breaking up the count. Harper quickly gets to a knee while wrapping her arm around Bruce’s neck and dropping onto his head. Harper follows it up by grabbing a hold of his legs and sending him halfway across the ring. She jumps back up to her feet and connects with a sliding knee to the side of Bruce’s face before mounting him and delivering multiple punches of her own.
Meanwhile, Jack is watching this while conversing with his manager. As they are talking, Jack doesn’t see Joseph walking across the top rope. Jack looks up only to get caught with a flying thrust kick to the side of Jack’s head. Jack follows onto his side as Joseph picks him up, grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the steel steps. Joseph does it again before driving Jack back first into the barricade. Jack hits hard before Joseph lifts him up, drapes him across the barricade before Joseph flies off the apron and lands a roundhouse across the back of Jack. Joseph quickly hops back up to his feet, slides into the ring, sprints toward the ropes, springs off them and lands another roundhouse to the face of Harper. Harper falls off Bruce as Joseph picks her up and connects with several vertical suplexes before connecting with a standing shooting star press.
Right as Joseph gets back to his feet, Bruce comes bouncing off the ropes and nearly takes his head off with the clothesline. Jack slowly rolls back into the ring as Bruce meets him with a couple boots to his back. Harper is slowly getting up to her feet as Bruce looks to clothesline her. Harper ducks while catching Bruce around the waist and lands a German Suplex. Just as she is getting back up, Jack comes flying at her with a corkscrew uppercut.
Mason: That one is going to hurt tomorrow!
Brooks: My diet soda, John! My diet soda!
Livingston: I'M SORRY! IT'S CROWDED OVER HERE!
Jack immediately picks Harper up off the canvas and throws multiple forearms across her jaw before tossing her across the ring. He quickly gets into the corner looking to unload a massive knee. Right as he sprints out of the corner, Bruce comes flying out of nowhere and connects with a Director’s Cut on Jack. Bruce goes for a cover as Joseph lands a hard boot across Harper’s face.
One
Two
Thr……
Jack manages to roll a shoulder up as Bruce shakes his head. He goes for another cover only to have Joseph Solomon slam his hands into the back of Bruce. Bruce bows out as Joseph picks him up. Joseph kicks Bruce in the gut but Harper spins Joseph around before dropping him with a cutter.
Right as Harper lands it, Jack connects with The Silencer on her and rolls over for the cover!
One
Two
Three!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pin fall ... JACK SEVERN!!!Mason: And Jack Severn has earned himself a Faithful Chance!
Livingston: THAT'S RIGHT BABY IT'S A HOUSE VS HOUSE BATTLE IN BOSTON!
Brooks: Wow I can't wait to see that collision!
Jack rolls out of the ring before walking up the ramp. Joseph slides out of the ring and leans against the barricade as Bruce and Harper are still in the ring.
Mason: All four of these superstars battled hard here tonight but the experience of Jack Severn won out in the end.
Brooks: Well, they do say The House ...
Livingston: ALWAYS WINS BABY! Jack Severn is fifty thousand dollars richer tonight!
The camera cuts to ...
We head backstage and the crowd watching on the Extreme Tron begin a brief cheer as Queen Melody Malone is seen walking through the hallway. She has a wry smile on her face as the three-time Undisputed Champion laps up the crowd’s reaction. Mel rounds a corner and stops abruptly, and as the camera pans back we see the former Prime Minister in front of her. She takes a step back as Scorpio looks her up and down.
Malone: John…
Scorpio: Emily…
There’s a tense silence as the two juggernauts of seasons gone by continue staring one another down.
Malone: It’s been a while, huh?
Scorpio: That it has darling. Some might say too long…
Both of them share a smile. Somewhere between them, despite their wars and their less than delightful words to one another, there’s a sense of respect and understanding. The tension seems to ease.
Scorpio: Perhaps we should change that sometime, your majesty?
Malone: Well with your impending retirement there’s not much time left is there, Mr Prime Minister?
Scorpio: Not much at all…
The crowd begins to simmer with anticipation as Scorpio smiles to himself and begins to nod his head. Melody raises a single eyebrow and places a finger to the edge of her mouth, a somewhat classic pose for the Queen. The S-Factor throws her a wink before he struts past her.
Scorpio: Not much time at all…
Malone: Before you go...
Scorpio stalls briefly, not turning back to see her as a grin threatens the corner of Melody's mouth.
Malone: Good luck at Night of Champions. You always did look your best in gold.
He says nothing, but the slight bounce of his shoulders betray an appreciative exhale. The Louboutins click-clack down the hallway as Melody watches him leave, and the scene begins to fade. Some of the crowd begin to cheer loudly clearly anticipating something between them.
Mason: Those two have had storied battles across the years, no less than six one-on-one contests! Do we think they could be headed for a seventh?
Livingston: This crowd has made their feelings known and my god do they want to see this happen! And so do I!
And with that, we head to .....
FIRST TIME EVER &
FOR THE PRIME MINISTER NECKLACE
Narumi Tsutsumi
Vs NEVAEH
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where it's time for a first ever match-up on PRIME!
Mason: It's time for two generations of PRIME to meet in a highly anticipated bout, it's NEVAEH vs Narumi Tsutsumi for the PRIME Minister Necklace!
Once "Gasoline" by Porcelain and the Tramps is heard, Nevaeh comes walking out from the back to a chorus of boos. But judging by the smile on her face she doesn't seem to mind. As she makes her way down the aisle, Nevaeh does her best not to let anyone touch her along the way.
Reid: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, coming to the ring at this time from Las Vegas, Nevada, this is... NEEEEAVEAHHHHHH!
After walking up on the ring apron, Nevaeh strikes a pose and give her backside a little shake before stepping between the ropes. Once inside, she mouths off to the fans and paces the ring a bit as she waits for the match to begin.
Reid: And the opponent, making her way to the ring, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Shinjuku Japan.......she is the Onihime…….. NARUMI TSUTSUMI!
Stage spotlights shine down in the dark as "The Baddest" by Raon Lee begins to play with the oni princess skipping onto the scene in a pink oni mask. Narumi waves at the fans as the spotlight follows her. As she makes her to the ring apron, she turns to the camera to take off her mask and 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.
DING DING DING
Nevaeh stands in the middle of the ring and raises her arm for a test of strength. Narumi raises her arm and… Nevaeh rams her knee into Narumi’s gut and slams down on her back and shoulders with forearm smashes. Nevaeh grabs Narumi and dumps her into the corner where Nevaeh chops her hard across the chest. Nevaeh then drags Narumi’s face across the top rope before pulling Narumi’s throat down onto the rope. The referee counts to four before Nevaeh throws Narumi back to the mat. Neveah then places a foot across Narumi’s throat. She yells at the referee about why he’s not counting a pin while he counts, again, to four before Nevaeh releases her foot. Nevaeh steps back to the corner as Narumi gets to her feet. Nevaeh charges and blasts Narumi with a spear. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts a shoulder up off the mat to break the count. Nevaeh lifts Narumi to her feet and whips her into the corner. He holds her foot, yet again, on the throat of Narumi as she distracts the referee by instigating an argument about…. Something. She lets her foot down and spins smacking Narumi with a spinning back fist. Nevaeh spins for a second one but Narumi grabs her in a rear naked choke. Almost immediately Nevaeh reaches for the ropes to break the hold. Nevaeh staggers forward. Narumi charges at her and knocks Nevaeh down with a rear view. Nevaeh picks herself up but Narumi drives her to the mat with a fameasser. Nevaeh staggers to her feet and stumbles back into the corner. Narumi dives at Nevaeh hitting a corner splash. Nevaeh drops to the mat where Narumi makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Nevaeh gets a shoulder off the mat breaking the count.
Mason: Big kick out by Nevaeh there!
Brooks: You could tell from her promo, NEVAEH really wants this win, this Prime Minister necklace. She wants glory one more time!
Livingston: I think you're right Phil, she's gonna be tough to take down here tonight.
Nevaeh uses the ropes to drag herself to her feet. She turns as Narumi catches her on the temple with a Master Sword. Nevaeh crumples to the mat where Narumi makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Nevaeh rolls to her side to break the count. Narumi gets to her feet and holds up three fingers as she calmly discusses the count with the referee. Nevaeh picks her moment and chop locks the back of Narumi’s knee. Narumi clutches at her knee as Nevaeh gets to her feet. Narumi uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She limps to the middle of the ring as Nevaeh runs toward her and smashes into her with Cast Out Of Heaven. She rolls Narumi over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi just manages to roll a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Mason: How did she kick out of that?!
Brooks: I thought she had her on that one!
Livingston: Narumi is gonna target that knee if Nevaeh isn't careful!
Sure enough, Nevaeh gets to her feet and stomps on Narumi’s left knee as Narumi screams in pain. Narumi lashes out and, with her right foot, kicks Nevaeh’s knee from under her. Nevaeh falls and lands, jaw first, on Narumi’s right knee. Both are down on the mat. Both drag themselves to their feet using the ropes. Narumi reaches out and grabs Nevaeh and falls back hitting Paymon. Nevaeh falls forward and rolls into a heap on the mat. Narumi hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall... NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!Mason: And another victory for the former Undisputed Champion here on PRIME, Narumi picks up the win and she is STILL the PRIME Minister!
Livingston: Nevaeh thought she had it all in hand as she softened up that knee. Turns out she didn’t but Nevaeh showed how much of a dangerous competitor she can be. She’ll come back and be even stronger. And ... sexier ....
Brooks: C'mon, John! Focus up!
Livingston: I'm sorry! I'm so scared of her that it's intriguing! Damn! What a great match I wanna see these two fight again because it was one hell of a close one.
Narumi falls against the ropes and performs a Double Deuce pose before rolling under the ropes. She limps up the ramp slapping hands with the fans as she passes.
Mason: You have to wonder when Narumi will get her rematch for that Undisputed Championship, and I can't help but think she's just biding her time!
Livingston: In the meantime, she's gotta fight that dork Chris Page from Rampage at Night of Champions and she's still got the trios tournament. Busy gal.
Brooks: NEVAEH showed us all here tonight why she's a living legend here on PRIME and that was an incredible match for these Chicago fans. I can't help but wonder what's next for the Hellraiser.
Eric reaches to his earpiece as if being told something from backstage.
Mason: I'm being interrupted here but apparently our owner just concluded a meeting with the group known as The Left Hand.
Livingston: That's Monday Night Brawl's Zack Tyler and the tag team Moonshine Incorporated.
Mason: Yes, I'm being told that in that meeting that The Left Hand is now no more in EWC and what? So is Zack Tyler?
Livingston: What? What about Zack Tyler?
Mason: Apparently folks, the word just coming across from EWC Headquarters is that yes, The Left Hand is no more and have split up apparently with the departure from Zack Tyler from EWC.
Livingston: Well, were you 'primed' and ready for that news?
Brooks: A bad day for Zack, apparently! He's out of a job. He's gonna be scrambling for every dollar and cent.
Mason: I see what you did there and I wish you hadn't but you did it anyway. Folks, I wish I had more to say on it but just getting the news and processing it, we'll just see what happens now with Moonshine Incorporated.
Livingston: Is this a Left Hand ploy? I wouldn't think so.
Mason: Apparently no, yes, I'm told it's official that effective immediately that Zack Tyler is no longer with Extreme Wrestling Coalition and both Jimmy and Matt Evans of Moonshine Incorporated are still under a tag team contract with EWC.
Livingston: "Wow, that happened fast because wasn't he just with Moonshine Incorporated on Rampage?
Brooks: Wasn't it Moonshine Inc released before? Confusing situation with these guys.
Mason: Nevertheless, back to action here.
Narumi waves from the entrance stage as we go to .......
We return to ringside where The Queen is about to take on a Goddess!
Mason: Queen Melody is back on PRIME and we're about to see if our AMC Broadcast Champion bit off more than she could chew when she threw a drink in Melody's face!
Brooks: Bold strategy.
Livingston: No problem for Callie. You'll see. Things are about to change in this company.
Reid: The following match is for one fall joining us first, from San Diego California, weighing in at 145 pounds ... 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 gives the crowd a coy smile, relishing in their cheers 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 quick nod and point of appreciation before she relinquishes the crown to Rory and prepares for her match.
Reid: And her opponent, from New York City, weighing in at 115 pounds she is the AMC Broadcast Champion, Now Trending, The Golden Goddess… CALLIE CLARK!
A red carpet is rolled out going from the stage to the bottom of the ramp, but instead of Callie’s theme song, Moonage Daydream hits and Callie steps out onto the stage dressed like Iggy Swango. Before Mason and Livingston can even react, Malone is already leaping from the ring apron and making a bee line for the top of the ramp. Callie, too busy soaking in the heat from the crowd turns around at the last second to find a whirling dervish of hair and fists as Melody tackles the AMC champion to the ground and begins to wail away on her. Tori steps in, grabbing Melody by the waist and yanking her off of Callie. Callie rips the sunglasses off and throws them at Melody, using Tori to her advantage to lay a few unimpeded shots on Malone. The crowd is quick to cheer though, Rory seeing the two on one and heading up to intervene. Melody is down on the ramp, Callie and Tori peppering her with kicks before Tori is ripped from the melee and sent tumbling down the ramp from a particularly aggressive belly to back suplex. Callie spins, looking at Tori who’s a solid 10 feet away down the ramp before she begins to run her mouth at Rory instead. She gestures wildly down the ramp before she taps her chin, like she’s daring the Scotsman to hit her. The crowd eats it up, watching Rory cock his arm back and say something back to her that makes Callie’s face blanch. She quickly realizes the bell hasn’t even rung yet, so there’s no chance of getting this match thrown out on a disqualification. Instead, she heads down the ramp to attend to Tori and Rory kneels down to check on Malone. A crowd of officials come out finally, trying to break the tensions between everyone. As Tori and Callie nearly reach the ringside area, the crowd explodes in cheers as Melody emerges from the throng of people and throws herself at Callie. Officials are quick to descend back onto them and separate them as this time Tori and Rory grab their respective employers and get them to opposite sides of the ring. The tension is palpable as Rory is nearly holding Malone back in her corner and Callie snarls from hers as the official finally gets into position and calls for the opening bell.
DING DING DING
Mason: A distasteful display of cosplay from Callie Clark to say the least and we are underway! Both women come rocketing out of their corners, teeing off punches at one another in the center of the ring. Callie breaks the melee by feinting a throw and instead poking Malone in the eye in the scrum, unbeknownst to the official as Melody flinches back, holding her face and Callie goes on the offensive. She runs to the ropes, catching Melody with a slingblade that drops her down to the mat and Callie immediately goes for a pin.
1!
Malone powers out at 1, a few choice words being caught by a ringside microphone as Callie tries to get her to her knees, grabbing both arms and hammering a quick Thor’s Hammer for good measure as she goes for a pinfall again.
1!
2!
Malone kicks at two, rolling to her stomach before she spits and the fans can see blood on the mat. She gets to her feet as Callie argues with the official that they counted too slowly. Clark turns, seeing Melody’s split lip from the knee strike with a grin on her face. She says something to Malone, who touches her lip and looks at the blood on her palm before she hauls back and SLAPS Callie across the face, leaving a faint mark of her blood on Callie’s cheek. Callie looks stunned, but Malone is quick to remove the look from Callie’s face with a pump knee strike. Callie’s head snaps back and she’s on shaky legs before a superkick drops her down to the mat. It’s Melody’s turn to go for the pin now, grinding her forearm into Callie’s face and jaw as she does.
1!
2!
Callie kicks out, shoving Malone aside with a glare. Both women get back to their feet and Callie whips Melody into the ropes. Clark catches Malone with a knee to the gut, sending the former champion somersaulting onto her back. Callie makes another quick attempt to end this, dropping down and grabbing Melody’s arm into Excelsior! Melody immediately grabs her hands together, preventing Callie from getting the full effect and Callie releases in a huff. Instead, Callie sees the opportunity for something else entirely, stepping out onto the apron to size her up for a slingshot spear. Melody rolls up onto her knees toward the ropes, giving Clark no room before she pulls herself up with the ropes, using the recoil to launch herself up with an enziguri that catches Callie in the side of the head. Clark slumps and Melody drapes her through the top two ropes before she jumps up and spikes Callie into the mat with Euphoria!
Mason: Oof, Melody is not playing around tonight!
Livingston: Callie is just warming up, Eric!
Brooks: You sure about that, John?! Look in the ring!
Melody drags Callie further into the ring, going for another pinfall.
1!
2!
Callie kicks out, drawing a glare from Melody. Melody grabs Callie by the hair, pulling her to her feet as the official reminds her she only has a 5 count before she’ll be disqualified. She lets Callie go at 4, and Callie knocks Melody’s hands away peppering her with a couple of body shots before whipping Malone into the corner. Callie rushes in, following up with a step up running knee. Melody slumps down in the corner and Callie comes back into the corner hot with a running cannonball. Clark pulls Melody out of the corner, rolling her forward toward the middle of the ring where Malone sits in a daze. Callie grabs Melody’s hand, mocking the amputated finger before she grabs her ring and index fingers, giving one final taunt before she snaps her fingers apart and Melody screams out in pain. As Melody attempts to roll away, Callie is back down on the mat to try and roll her up again.
1!
2!
Malone kicks out, still favoring her fingers as she sits up on her knees. Callie gets to her feet, running the ropes looking for a running knee strike, but Melody has her feet back under her and she leaps up, catching the incoming Clark with the Crowning Achievement! Callie snaps back and Malone hits the mat as both women are lying on their back trying to catch their breath. Melody rolls to the ropes, Rory checking on her as Callie rolls completely out of the ring on the opposite side with Tori giving both Melody and Rory a glare. Melody is flexing her fingers, trying to work the pain out of them before she gets back to her feet, turning toward Callie’s direction. Callie is back standing on the apron and Malone rushes in, but this time Callie’s timing is flawless and she slingshots into the ring with a wicked spear that takes Melody right back down to the mat. She stays splayed over Melody for a pin.
1!
2!
NO! Melody kicks out and Callie slaps the mat in frustration. She gets to her feet, pulling Melody up before she says something inaudible to the Queen. She locks Melody’s head under her arm, pulling her up into a cradle position - she’s trying for Iggy Swango’s Noise Pollution! The crowd is up in arms, booing mercilessly. Melody fights, dropping her feet back down to the mat and grabbing a handful of Callie’s hair again, yanking her head back and staring down at the AUDACITY as the crowd roars in excitement. The official’s count is at five and Melody releases just long enough to form a pair of fists and absolutely lays into Clark with a fury. Callie stumbles back toward the corner, trying to protect herself but finds herself being beaten down into the bottom turnbuckle. Melody backs out to the opposite corner, letting out a banshee scream before she runs in and blasts Callie with Sweet Cheeks Music! The crowd is on fire, a chant breaking out throughout the Chicago crowd as Melody returns to the center of the ring, the enraged expression on her face softening with their words.
IGGY!
IGGY!
IGGY!
Tori gets up onto the apron, yelling at the referee and drawing Melody’s attention. Melody makes a run, taking a swing at Tori who drops down off of the apron with a grin and a wiggle of her fingers. Callie has come to, taking advantage of the situation and rolling Melody up from behind, grabbing a handful of tights out of the official’s line of sight.
1!
2!
Melody BARELY kicks out before three, leaving both Callie and Tori shocked. Rory pounds his fists on the mat, psyching the crowd up even more behind Malone.
Mason: That was RAZOR THIN.
Brooks: Okay, John, Callie might be winning me over. She's tenacious I'll give her that.
Livingston: I knew you'd come around! Watch this!
Callie pulls Melody back to her feet, furious as she connects with a stinging flurry of kicks to her lower body, and body shots with her fists. Melody grabs her leg on one strike, trying to wrench her onto her back but Callie uses the momentum to backflip back onto her feet. She taps the side of her head, but meets a standing drop kick for her trouble. Melody is back to her feet, climbing up the turnbuckle as she leaps at Callie who’s just regained her vertical base. A diving blockbuster sends both women back down to the mat. Malone is feeling it, the crowd behind her as she goes back to the corner, this time sizing up Callie for what could be the end. Callie sees Melody up on the top rope, frantically drawing the official’s attention as she points to Rory on the outside like he’s done something or said something to intervene. With the official preoccupied, Tori is back on the apron looking to interject herself once more. Melody takes one look, leaping at Tori instead before she drives Tori’s head into the ring apron with The Royal Proclamation! Tori hits the ‘hardest part of the ring’, immediately rolling down to the floor as Malone winces from the impact herself, slowly getting back into the ring. Callie pushes past the referee again, grabbing Melody with an inside cradle.
1!
2!
Melody manages to kick out again, and Callie looks furious. She grabs Malone, hooking her head and looking for Lights Out, but Melody blocks and frees herself from the headlock. Melody slams her forehead into Callie’s face, dazing the AMC Champion before she hooks Callie’s head, yanking her upward and finally back down with a brutal cradle DDT. It’s Noise Pollution from Malone!
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... MELODY MALONE!!!Mason: Queen Melody comes over to PRIME and beats the AMC Broadcast Champion just days before the Insanity Cage!
Brooks: In a BARN BURNER, Eric! She showed that even in defeat, Callie IS the real deal here!
Livingston: This is some absolute shit. MELODY IS A PUNK, A PUNK I TELL YOU, PHIL!
As her theme begins to play, Melody stands over Callie, slapping at her chest a few times as she yells down at her about EVER having the audacity to disrespect her best friend. She rears back like she wants to continue the assault, but Rory gets into the ring and grabs hold of her arm. He holds it up for the crowd, getting her attention back on the cheering fans around her as he says something to her. Tori is barely back to her feet, reaching into the ring to pull Callie out of harm’s way.
Mason: That was one hell of a match, but Melody Malone walks away a winner in Chicago tonight.
Livingston: Yeah, yeah ... None of you will be laughing when our Golden Goddess wins the Insanity Cage!
As Melody Malone celebrates her win, Jack Severn walks down the ramp, clapping for his GOOD FRIEND. He quickly rolls into the ring, giving Callie Clark an ice pack, sneaking a look at her title as he does, but he then turns his attention to Callie’s victorious opponent. Jack grabs a mic and begins pacing the ring.
Jack: My GOOD FRIEND! Miss Melody Malone! Remember me? I seriously have to congratulate you for taking down Callie Clark, as that’s something not many here have been able to do since The House formed. But you and I? We’ve got some unfinished business to discuss!
Melody glares up at Jack, while Rory stands between them.
Jack: Earlier this year, I did some tremendous pro bono work on your behalf. I helped you beat Ace King in the Legends of the Ring Tournament, remember that? And you repay me by… Losing your Undisputed Championship? Starting shit with my Housemate? Tsk, tsk, tsk, Melody. That’s not how I expected my generosity to be repaid, and now I’m cashing in my favor. In November, Prime is going to Arthur Ashe Stadium in New York City for its season finale, and I can’t think of any better place for the biggest match in Prime history to take place. The Battle of the GOOD FRIENDS; Jack Severn vs Melody Malone, one on one for the very first time. I’ve grown SO much since that three-way I debuted in, and now I think it’s just about time I show you. Or is the Queen too scared of facing the LEADER of The House?
Jack hands his microphone towards Melody, but Rory snatches it and hands it to her. Callie rolls out of the ring, visibly annoyed at Jack’s comment as Melody chuckles and shakes her head.
Melody: I never needed you to beat Ace, and I won’t need anyone to beat you at the finale either. And maybe between now and then, Mr. ‘Leader’ of the House can teach his teammates some fucking MANNERS….
Melody shoots a glare out of the ring toward Callie, still stinging from the Iggy Swango attire and music as she drops the microphone and leaves, the crowd erupting at the announcement!
Mason: MELODY VS JACK IN ARTHUR ASHE STADIUM?!
Brooks: Now that's one hell of a match!
Livingston: Unbelievable. They're actually gonna let her come back again. Jesus christ.
The crowd are still buzzing from this as Melody Malone walks away. The fans cheer her previous actions against The House, and the EWC’s Queen looks genuinely pleased to be on Prime getting such a reaction. Suddenly the cheers increase enormously as Mel turns to the stage and spots none other than Scorpio stood there. He stares down the ramp at his former foe before beginning to applaud her performance tonight. Malone’s lips twist into a smirk as the S-Factor nods his head and looks pensive…
Mason: Another interaction between Melody Malone and Scorpio tonight ... are you guys thinking what I'm thinking?
Brooks: I'm thinking they're dropping some hints here, Eric!
Livingston: Inject it in my veins baby!
With that, the camera cuts to ...
EWC TRIOS TOURNAMENT
Shinijoshi
( "Headhuntress" Aiya, Stephanie Matsuda, Emiko Okita )
Vs The Love Club
( 3Pac, Xavier Reid )
Match Writer: Cosmo Goldworthy
Mason: It's the last first round matchup of the EWC Trios Tournament, as Shinijoshi and Love Club face off in a match that is GUARANTEED to tear the house down!
Reid: The following match is a trios contest scheduled for one fall and it is a round one matchup of the EWC Trios Tournament! Joining us first, EMIKO OKITA ... STEPHANIE MATSUDA ... "THE HEADHUNTRESS" AIYA ... SHINIJOSHI!
Dance in the Game by ZAQ hits as the lights go out and as members of Shinijoshi make their way to the ring as shadows walking through fogs of alternating colours, the most jubilant member strikes the team hand sign as the lights turn back on.
Reid: And their opponents, THE EWC TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS DEIMOS & LITTLE DANNY, 3pAC ... XAVIER REID ... THE LOVE CLUB!
The EWC Tag Team Champions 3 pAC emerge from the back with their manager Bunny Love in tow, while Xavier Reid marches out from the back with a pissed look on his face, as Tommy Love hastily follows behind.
DING DING DING
Matsuda starts this one off, while The Love Club are still trying to figure out who will start - which causes confusion amongst both Shinijoshi and the crowd.. Referee Jessika Smalls tries to get them out the ring, until Reid turns and BLASTS Matsuda into the turnbuckles with an elbow! It was a ploy all along!Reid yanks Matsuda out before he she can make a tag and releases a multitude of elbows. Reid grabs Matsuda and irish whips her off, looking to take her head off with a lariat - but Matsuda slides through his legs! By the time Reid turns back to her, she's already up and floors him with a dropkick! Reid rises to his feet, as Matsuda takes the wrist and irish whips him off herself this time. She swings behind Reid, lifting and slamming him with a big time german suplex! Reid holds the back of his neck, rolling to the corner in pain. He leans in the corner as Matsuda charges into a yakuza kick, but Reid catches the leg! He wraps his arm under her knee and wraps his other arm around her shoulder and neck, tossing her with an exploder suplex into the turnbuckles! Aiya and Okita wince at that impact, as Reid drags Matsuda up by the hair. Frustrated, he starts throwing high roundhouse kicks to the chest. Matsuda is struggling to take them, and while she wants to keep fighting the pain, Reid finally BLASTS her with a kick so powerful she falls right into the corner of The Love Club.
Matsuda winces, as Reid tags in Deimos, who steps in and then tags in Danny. Reid steps to the apron, as the Tag Champs both stand in the ring. Deimos cups his hands over his head, letting out a loud war cry as he LAUNCHES himself into a Stinger Splash! Deimos moves out the way, allowing Danny to hit Matsuda with a Stinger Splash as well! She crumbles out the corner, and Deimos steps out, urging Danny to take the pin.
One!
Tw-Matsuda kicks out!
Danny looks down at Matsuda, frustrated, as he picks her up. She swats his hand away, and slaps him! Danny stumbles, and tries for a punch! Matsuda blocks it and shoves him to the ropes. Danny bounces off, caught off guard as Matsuda WHIPS him across the ring with a Hurricanrana! Danny holds his back, rolling to his feet as he again tries for a punch! Matsuda weaves it, as Danny's arm lands over her shoulder, and she DRIVES him into the mat with a STO! Matsuda is rolling now, as she tags in Okita. Matsuda lifts Danny up, holding him by the arms as Okita SPRINGBOARDS UP INTO A BICYCLE KNEE - and Matsuda moves out the way just in time! Danny is flattened, bouncing right onto the back of his head as Okita rolls him over for the cover.
One!
Two!
Danny kicks out!
Mason: Thought that could have been a quick end there!
Brooks: Ohh, come on, Eric! You know it'll take more than that!
Livingston: YEAH, ERIC! Love Club isn't done beating up these Shinijoshi brats yet!
Danny rolls over, reaching out to The Love Club as the tide has completely turned in the favor of Shinijoshi. Okita lifts Danny up, but Danny wraps his arms around her neck and pulls her down with a jawbreaker! Okita holds her jaw, wincing as Danny makes the tag to Deimos. Okita sees Deimos in and charges him, only for Deimos to drive her down onto her face with a drop toe hold! Danny bounces off the ropes with a PUNT KICK! Danny hears referee Smalls out and enters the ring, but Deimos rolls Okita over for the cover.
One!
Two!
Okita kicks out!
Deimos runs his hands through his hair, wondering what it'll take while Tommy Love tries to shout instructions from ringside, but the instructions are clearly, get Reid in the ring. 3pAC are collectively not very happy with listening to Tommy who isn't their manager, but they do it for the sake of winning. Deimos drags Okita up and starts driving some knees into her ribs to double her over, then tags Reid in. Deimos holds Okita in a front facelock while Reid DRIVES an axe kick into her back! Deimos lets go and steps out, while Okita flattens onto the mat, holding her back in pain.
Reid drags Okita up and SLAPS HER! Okita falls to the ropes, holding her cheek in pain. This immediately prompts yells of disapproval from the crowd, and some start to chant for Okita to get back at Reid. Reid stares at the stunned Okita and smirks, hitting off the ropes and Okita tosses him with a Japanese armdrag! Reid staggers up to his feet and Okita starts lighting his chest up with some knife edge chops! Reid is staggering all over the place but finally, he catches Okita's wrist. It doesn't last long as she snaps free, placing her arm over his elbow, to drive hers into it. Reid yelps in pain at the elbow-to-elbow contact, and then Okita snaps into an armbar! Reid yelps out in pain, reaching for the ropes!
He tries to roll over, but Okita's legs are wrapped firmly around his arm! He reaches up to try and clinch his hands together, but it's no use! It seems the idea of tapping out is crossing his mind, but it doesn't matter because Deimos and Danny enter the ring to start putting the boots to Okita, forcing her to break the hold! Aiya and Matsuda enter the ring and immediately start brawling with Deimos and Danny!
The referee can't hold order, but she ALSO can't call this one off!
Danny rakes the eyes of Aiya and tosses her out to the apron. He bounces off the ropes to drive her off, but Aiya ducks down and shoulder barrages him! Danny winces in pain, and AIYA TOSSES HIM TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A BACK BODY DROP ON THE FLOOR! Danny yelps out in pain, and Deimos barrels past Matsuda to shove Aiya off the apron! It's a mistake though, as Matsuda is back up and bypasses him to leap up the middle rope, springing off the ropes into a TORNADO DDT! Deimos bounces up to his feet off impact, holding his head... And Aiya slides back in to SPEAR HIM!
Deimos, may very well be broken in half as he holds at his ribs, rolling out of the ring! Okita is working her way up after those stomps, but Reid is up with her and he SHOVES Okita into Aiya, sending her out the ring again! Matsuda grabs Reid from behind, but Reid slaps her hands away and dives backwards into a PELE KICK! Matsuda rolls out, holding her head. Reid works his way up and Okita angrily brings the fight to him with punches to the head. Reid covers up, dazed. He falls to a kneel, trying to work his way up as Okita calls for the Back Alley Kick!
AND SHE SWINGS IT AT HIS HEAD, BUT REID DUCKS!
OKITA WASTES NO TIME AND BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES!
BUT REID CATCHES HER WITH THE RAINHAM MAKER! HE ROLLS HER OVER FOR THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
T-MATSUDA AND AIYA ROLL IN TO BREAK THE PIN AT THE SAME TIME!
Brooks: Some great teamwork being shown there guys, what a nearfall.
Mason: Talk about a coordinated break-up of that pin! This match rolls on!
Livingston: Should be disqualified.
Reid groans, holding at his back. Okita rolls away meanwhile Matsuda and Aiya are awaiting him to get up to his feet. He looks out the ring, realizing 3pAC are laid out on both sides and rises, fighting off both Matsuda and Aiya! He shoves them to the ropes, SWINGING A DOUBLE LARIAT - BUT THEY DUCK! REID TURNS BACK! DOUBLE SUPERKICK! Reid bounces off the ropes, LARIAT TO MATSUDA! AIYA DUCKS JUST IN TIME! Reid turns back to Aiya, shocked!
LIGHTS OUT! THE ENZUIGIRI LANDS FLUSH! Aiya rolls Reid over for the cover, but Jessika Smalls reminds her that she's NOT legal! Aiya crawls over to Okita, but then she's pulled out the ring! Danny starts beating down on Aiya, and throws her into the steel steps! He slides in himself and starts rolling Reid over to their corner! Deimos is getting back up on the apron, and reaches out for Reid. Danny rolls Reid all the way to the turnbuckles, as Deimos tags himself in. Deimos enters the ring and cracks his knuckles, staring at Okita as she starts to rise up to her feet.. Deimos approaches Okita, BUT MATSUDA HAS RISEN UP ON THE APRON, AND SHE SPRINGBOARDS UP INTO A FOREARM SMASH, THE FINAL HEAVEN CONNECTS! Deimos is down! Danny's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he grabs Matsuda and throws her out the ring, but Matsuda holds onto the ropes! Danny charges Matsuda and she elbows him back! Matsuda springboards up for the CLOUD DRIVE!
BUT DANNY SHOVES HER OFF THE TOP ROPE! MATSUDA FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE, CRASHING INTO THE BARRICADES! There's an audible gasp from the Chicago crowd as the noise of Matsuda's shoulder making contact with the barricades echoes throughout the building. While it bought Deimos some time, it also bought Aiya some time, as she's back onto the apron and SHE TAGS HERSELF IN AS WELL! Deimos can't believe it as he tries to lariat Aiya's head off while she's still on the apron! Aiya ducks in time! Aiya grabs Danny by the head and HOTSHOTS him on the top rope! Danny's throat bounces off the top rope as he falls backwards, struggling for air - and he lies in front of the top rope.
Aiya takes her time, climbing up to the top rope with victory in sight..
Mason: Things have just broken down here in the Trios tournament! Bodies everywhere!
Livingston: PUSH HER OFF THE TOP!
Brooks: Is this gonna be it?!
AIYA TWISTS OFF THE TOP ROPE INTO THE FUBAR! SHE LANDS FLUSH ON DANNY! Aiya shoves Danny out the ring, and Deimos is starting to come back to life! Aiya turns to Deimos, smirking -- but Bunny Love hops onto the apron, distracting Jessika Smalls! Aiya still awaits Deimos to get up and turn to her..
But Xavier Reid slides in with the EWC Tag Team Championship in hand!
HE SWINGS IT RIGHT FOR AIYA, BUT AIYA DUCKS AND SENDS HIM INTO DEIMOS! DEIMOS IS FLOORED! REID TURNS BACK AND SWINGS FOR AIYA!
AIYA DUCKS AGAIN! CLOTHESLINE TO THE OUTSIDE! Reid lands on his feet and it looks like he's about to get back up to his feet - but Okita never left the ring, and it's for good reason AS SHE LEAPS THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH A WRECKING BALL DROPKICK!
Deimos crawls to the center of the ring, kneeling up.. AND AIYA IS OUT TO KILL... SHE SWINGS THAT KICK!
AND THE OTK LANDS! DEIMOS IS KNOCKED OUT! Both Bunny Love and Tommy Love are in shock as Aiya shouts for the referee, and Jessika Smalls turns over to count the pin!
ONE!
BUNNY TRIES TO WAKE UP LITTLE DANNY!
TWO!
TOMMY TRIES TO WAKE UP XAVIER REID!
THREEE!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... SHINIJOSHI!!!Mason: Despite The Love Club trying to stack the deck against Shinijoshi, once again it is Shinijoshi who prove they are superior to this specific iteration of The Love Club with a much needed victory! The trio of Aiya, Matsuda, and Okita are HEADED to the semi-finals against The House Hunters and could you imagine a Shinijoshi vs. Shinijoshi finals?!
Brooks: Imagine it, Eric! Because it could be right around the corner! Shinijoshi is proving to be the Love Club's Kryptonite on PRIME!
Livingston: It's the exact last thing I want to see! The Love Club were SCREWED tonight! Bunny Love was clearly agitated by something, and if I was Jessika Smalls, I'm not turning my attention away until a lovely lady like her is fine!
Matsuda, Okita, and Aiya all enter the ring and celebrate the victory together. Matsuda is still nursing her wounds from earlier, but regardless they all take each other's arms and raise them up high for this victory!
Outside the ring, The Love Club are in shambles as they've been bested once again by Shinijoshi. Tommy and Xavier head to the back, while 3pAC and Bunny follow in discouraging fashion.
Mason: Jessika Smalls called it how she saw it, and Shinijoshi were simply the better team tonight! Big win for all three of these ladies, and well deserved!
Livingston: What's deserved, is a LOVE CLUB victory! But I digress! But if I'm Tommy Love, or even Bunny Love, I'm keeping a close eye on Ms. Smalls! This is the second time the deck has been stacked against The Love Club! Jesus!
The camera cuts to ...
Backstage, the camera catches a glimpse of Jack Severn talking strategy with his manager and coach, Alastor Gray.
Jack: Alright, how sweet was that? Already back in title contention, Ace King is still crying into his birthday cake despite trying to upstage me at World Wide, AND we can keep the Broadcast Championship in The House. Things are looking up.
Alastor: I knew you could do it, Jack. I’ve always seen greatness in you, and with our other pieces in play… soon The House is gonna be stronger than ever.
Jack notices something out of the corner of his eye…
Jack: Speaking of…
He quickly walks up to Bruce Booth and Cosmo Goldworthy of New Money, both walking out of the arena together. They sigh and roll their eyes when Jack approaches.
Jack: Hey, I come in peace! I just want to let you know, I was really impressed by your performance out there, Bruce. You weren’t good enough to beat me-
Bruce scoffs, mouthing that Jack got “lucky” tonight.
Jack: But! Few people are. And I see a bright future in you. In both of you really- Don’t think I haven’t seen that undefeated streak of yours, Cosmo. Few rookies have such an accomplishment, and I really do think New Money are future champions, both in tag and singles.
Cosmo: A’ight, big man. We get the point. Me and Bruce are well aware that we are the future of this place, and in a week I’m walkin’ out the HBO Broadcast Champion. So, you can quit yankin’ our nuts and tell us what’s up.
Bruce: Right. Not sure if you know, Severn, but it’s illegal to dick ride without a license.
Both Cosmo and Bruce chuckle.
Jack: Alright, alright! What I’m here for is a peace offering, as I said. I find us to be very similar people, and I think it’s in all of our best interests to have a good rapport. Now, I saw how you took out your trios tournament partner on Paramount, and honestly? I would’ve done the same thing to that geek JRF. But we both know you can’t win a trios tournament as just two Disgusting Brothers.
Bruce pops a wide grin at the mention of their unofficial tag name, while Cosmo looks at both men, straight up disgusted.
Jack: And as you probably saw, The House’s team lost in the first round, and with you facing the team that eliminated us, I propose, as a gesture of good will, that a member of The House joins you in the semifinals as your third.
Bruce: We’re listening.
Cosmo raises an eyebrow.
Cosmo: Hmph, okay.
Jack: Now, it can’t be one of our champs, they’re a little busy, and so am I, honestly, but… I can offer you the services of an actual, literal pitbull in Jamie Love. You’ll find that… He can be a pretty useful tool when he’s pissed off enough. So that’s my offer, take it or leave it.
Jack outstretches his hand, smiling.
Bruce steps forth first, firmly shaking Jack’s hand. Cosmo smirks and then shakes Jack’s hand as well after. The New Money duo then walk off together, whispering amongst themselves.
Jack: I think it’s about time The House got some New Money…
Jack grins and walks back towards Alastor and we go to ....
We return to ringside where ring crew quickly work to prepare for the upcoming death match.
Mason: Ladies and gentlemen you may want to hide your children for this next bit, this is a bitter and personal rivalry come to a head here in Chicago, this is Scorpio vs Dalilah Ashe and this is your main event. The DEATH MATCH.
Reid: The following match is a death match! And now introducing 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 opponent with a look of contempt and nothing but bad intentions.
Reid: And her opponent, from London, England, weighing in at 205 lbs... 'The People's Camp', 'The Baddest Bitch On The Planet', 'The Prime Minister'... 'THE S-FACTOR' ... SCORPIO!
'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...
'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.
Mason: One of PRIME's most bitter rivalries of the last few years comes to a head. So much pain and blood from these two former friends. This isn't going to be for the faint of heart.
Brooks: Let's get this underway, this is gonna be a fight!
Livingston: You got that right. We're about to see some blood.
DING DING DING
With the ringing of the bell, Dalilah Ashe and Scorpio both stay in their corners. Soaking this moment in, thinking through last second strategies, sizing the other up. The momentary pause gives the crowd an even bigger air of anticipation.
THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME, THIS IS AWESOME
PRIME PRIME PRIME PRIME PRIME
E DUB C E DUB C E DUB C
The two opponent's stand, larger than life in this moment. At last they make their first steps into the center of the ring. Scorpio raises up his hands looking for that shoulder/collar tie-up, Dalilah Ashe gives in and raise her own. Scorpio sends a kick into Ashe's stomach and then he brings her in for a headlock. Scorpio squeezes on the lock tight, and then tighter. Ashe gives him a punch in the kidney and then she backs into the ropes to send Scorpio off with a shove. Scorpio turns around right in time to catch Ashe as she springboards off the middle rope into a cross body splash. Ashe rolls up to her feet first and as Scorpio pulls himself up she brings down her boot to catch him in the back of the head with a scissors kick. Dalilah Ashe drags Scorpio up by his head into a side-headlock, and then quickly hits a swinging neckbreaker to keep up the damage to the head. Ashe goes for a quick cover.
ONE
... Kickout by Scorpio
Dalilah Ashe drags Scorpio up by his head and spins around into a backfist that catches him right on the button. Scorpio stumbles around and Ashe jumps up to wrap her legs around Scorpio's head and pull him down into the canvas top of head first with a poisonrana. Ashe makes another cover.
ONE
T... Kickout by Scorpio
Mason: Dalilah Ashe is using her head and working over Scorpio's head. These blows, they are all concussive, and if she triggers a concussion well that's easy money to winning a street fight.
Livingston: This must kill Scorpio, at one point he was Ashe's teacher, he probably taught her this very strategy. Never trust anyone in this biz kid!
Brooks: Mind games are taking on a whole new meaning here with those vicious hits boys.
Dalilah Ashe helps Scorpio to his feet, she gives him a nice punch to the mouth before sending him into the ropes with an Irish-whip. On the rebound Ashe spins around looking for another backfist, but Scorpio ducks down underneath and proceeds his path into the ropes. Scorpio rebounds at Ashe and ducks a wild haymaker to hit the original ropes again. Scorpio rebounds off into Ashe who turns around and is helpless to save herself from being floored inside out by a Brexit Meet Brexit Lariat! The impact sending Ashe backwards in a flip landing her on her knees in a kneeled position. Scorpio uses his momentum to hit the ropes behind Ashe and then he rebounds into another lariat to the back of her head! The impact stands her up off her knees into a front-flip landing flat on her back. Scorpio makes the cover.
ONE
TWO
THR... Kickout by Dalilah Ashe
Scorpio doesn't seem surprised Ashe kicked out, and instead he drags her up by her face, shoves her back into the ropes and catches her on the rebound with a superkick on the money. The impact sends Ashe's head flying back and knocks her off her feet. Scorpio drags her back up into a side-headlock that he lifts into a vertical snap suplex, followed immeditally by a moonsault, but Ashe gets her knees up to lessen the blow. Both wrestlers roll up to their feet, on wobbled legs from the head damage. Scorpio steps towards Ashe, but she catches him with a drop-toe-hold, sending him throat first into the bottom rope. While Scorpio gags for air, Ashe climbs the top turnbuckle before jumping down into a leg-drop, Scorpio rolls out of the ring last second and Ashe lands hard on the canvas.
Mason: These two know each other so well, this feeling out process has left both bruised and hurt, without much of an advantage!
Livingston: The intro to a match is usually as mental as it is physical, and well I think here it was 75% physical, 25% mental.
Brooks: And 100% hatred from Daliah, John.
Dalilah Ashe rolls out of the ring, rubbing the small of her back, walking right into another Scorpio superkick. Scorpio quickly goes under the ring, introducing the first weapon into this deathmatch by way of steel chair. Scorpio lifts the chair and sends it crashing into Ashe's back as she tries to stand. Dalilah Ashe yells out as the pain recoils through her spine. Scorpio brings the chair down twice more on her back before throwing the chair down to the side. Scorpio goes back under the ring and pulls out a table! Scorpio sets up the table while Ashe tries, and fails, to stand with her back absolutely screaming. Scorpio heads over and gives her a stomp in the small, his heel digging in and giving her a scratch. Scorpio pulls Ashe up, and then he hoists her up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Scorpio walks over to the table, perhaps looking for a TKO, but Ashe positions herself up on Scorpio's shoulders in an electric chair. Ashe flips herself backwards and pulls Scorpio down into another poisonrana on the padded concrete. Ashe grabs the small of her back as she pulls herself up using the table for aid. Ashe turns around to face Scorpio, who jumps up and catches her in the side of the face with an enziguri. Ashe falls backwards, laying on the table. Scorpio jumps up on the apron and then moonsaults off down into Ashe, sending them both through the table!
Mason: The table is the first confirmed casualty of the match, but I have a feeling it won't be the first!
Brooks: No coward shit here guys, through the table they go!
Livingston: I think the first confirmed was Ashe's back, she's clearly in a ton of pain. Ref's gotta stop this thing. I'm thinking I might offer my massage services after the match for Dalilah. Someone's gotta take care of her.
Mason: Good lord, John.
Dalilah Ashe crawls from the table wreckage, yelling out as her back is killing her. She makes it to the apron and then falls flat. Scorpio crawls over to the barricade and pulls himself and then he heads over to Ashe. Scorpio drags Ashe out from the apron, and she spins around and cracks him in the top of the head with a kendo stick! Scorpio immeditally falls down into a seated position. Ashe sits up into one herself and she cracks the stick into the top of Scorpio's head again! Scorpio falls flat, slumped against himself. Ashe starts swinging the kendo stick down wildly into Scorpio's head, neck, chest, arms, shoulders, anything she can get, the entire time screaming with every recoil going straight to her back. Ashe turns around and crawls back to the ring, going under it and coming out with a diamond studded belt. Ashe pulls herself up the apron and then she slaps the belt down into her own thigh a few times, trying to focus off the pain in her back. It seemingly working, Ashe limps over to Scorpio and then she starts to whip down into his face, neck and chest. The diamond studs tear into Scorpio's flesh, busting him open with little trickles of blood starting to drip. Ashe throws down the belt and drags Scorpio up by his ear. Ashe spins Scorpio around and then she jumps to send her knees into Scorpio's back and then rip him down into them with a backstabber... BRUTUS BLADE! Ashe rolls onto her stomach and yells out in supreme pain as her own back took as much damage. Ashe starts to headbutt the padded concrete, forcing the pain away and busting her own head open in the process. Ashe pulls herself up, and then she stumbles a few steps as she looks up with blood dripping down into her eyes.
Mason: Dalilah Ashe has busted herself open, delivering concussive blows and perhaps taking years off her career, all in the name of keeping this match going. Wrestling confusing yet?
Livingston: It might cost her in the long-run, you never know. Someone get her a towel or something, Jesus.
Brooks: If you notice though, she sure as hell ain't stopping.
Dalilah Ashe limps over to the ring, she goes under it and pulls out Ian. Who is Ian? You mean what is Ian. Ian is a softball bat that is covered in spiked razor wire. Ashe limps over to Scorpio and then she uses Ian to slice up Scorpio's chest. Dalilah Ashe cuts a smiling face into his face, then she slices up his head to further his own cut. Ashe stomps down into Scorpio's stomach, causing him to sit up. She sizes up the swing, and then she swings for the fences bringing the bat into Scorpio's right cheek. The impact sends Scorpio flying to his left into a series of rolls. Scorpio pulls himself up, blood just pouring from his face. Ashe comes up from behind and smashes the bat into Scorpio's back! Scorpio falls down to his knees, yelling out as blood bubbles from his mouth. Ashe drops Ian and grabs Scorpio up to drop him down into a inverted DDT, back of his head right into the padded concrete. Ashe crawls over Scorpio under the ring to pull out a table. Dalilah Ashe sets up the table, and then she sticks her fingers into Scorpio's bloodied mouth to grab on a mandible claw, Ashe uses the hold to drag Scorpio up and then she uses all of her strength to hoist him up and down through the table! Dalilah Ashe pulls Scorpio up and she sends him into the ring. Ashe slides in and makes the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THRE... KICKOUT AT 2.99
Dalilah Ashe cannot believe Scorpio kicked out, she looks right at the hard-cam, blood dripping down her face and a thousand yard stare of disbelief. Ashe falls down onto her back, and she yells out at the ceiling.
Mason: Scorpio rushes to die, his fighting spirit on his retirement tour is insane.
Brooks: Insane is right Eric, this match is insane!
Livingston: If you're already going out, might as well go with more brain damage. Even my head hurts.
Dalilah Ashe rolls out of the ring and brings out another table to set it up. Ashe goes back under the table and retrieves a bottle of lighter fluid and lighter, then she lights up the table in a fiery blaze. Ashe looks at the fire as if she was a kid in a candy shop. Dalilah Ashe turns around, still focused on the fire as she steps up onto the apron. Ashe finally looks into the ring just as Scorpio throws himself through the ropes with a massive suicide spear! Scorpio falls on his chest, but the impact flips Dalilah Ashe down into landing on the back of her neck!
HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Suddenly from down the ramp Malice, Mayhem, Lacey Savage and Beldam Briggs rush towards the ring, each with a chair in hand. They round the ring and start to stomp a mud-hole in Scorpio. Malice, Mayhem and Beldam keep stomping and smashing Scorpio with chairs while Lacey helps Dalilah Ashe up. Ashe stumbles around and falls to a knee, but she soon comes to and realizes the situation. She yells at FEUD to stop and leave her alone. Lacey looks confused, Ashe pushes her and tells her this is her fight. FEUD look disrespected Ashe don't want her help, but Lacey leads them off back to the back. Lacey hands Dalilah Ashe her chair, Ashe throws the chair down and watches them leave. Dalilah Ashe turns around to Scorpio crawling towards her, she grabs his head and pulls him up, but Scorpio flips mid-air and grabs Ashe's head to bring her down into an AGR cutter right on the chair she threw down! Scorpio shoves Ashe off the chair, and then he pulls himself up with the chair in hand, Scorpio brings the chair down into Ashe's face, losing his balance and falling flight on his face, but the damage was already done as Ashe is again pouring blood.
THIS IS WAR, THIS IS WRESTLING, THIS IS ART, THIS IS PRIME
Mason: FEUD tried to help Ashe win this match, she sent them off and Scorpio was able to use that ass beating to rally into a small comeback with an AGR!
Livingston: Jesus christ, Dalilah! Take the help! THIS IS SCORPIO! TAKE HIS ASS OUT!
Brooks: John, she wants to win this one on her out you goon!
Scorpio crawls to the ring, and he rolls out from under the apron with two light-tubes in his hands. Scorpio gets to his feet, stumbles down to a knee, causing one tube to break against the padded concrete. He curses and drops the broken tube and then holds up the full tube in one hand. As Dalilah Ashe tries to pull herself up he crashes the light-tube down over the back of her head. Ashe falls back down face first into glass and blood. Scorpio goes back down under the ring and grabs two more light-tubes. He slams them both into Ashe's back, she yells out and bites the padded concrete. Scorpio drags Ashe up by her hair and then pulls her into a hair-pull lariat, Dalilah Ashe right on impact reverses it into a Spanish fly! Ashe spits up some blood and yells out in pain as she crawls to the ring and comes out with a strand of barbed wire. Ashe crawls back to Scorpio and uses the wire to make a crown of thorns around his head. Ashe uses the crown to drag Scorpio up to his feet, and then she pulls him up and down into an atomic drop. Scorpio falls forward onto his stomach grabbing himself.
Mason: it's hard to say in this one, but Dalilah Ashe might actually be the fresher of the two.
Livingston: Yea, but a month past date and two weeks past date, does it really matter at that point??
Brooks: Scorpio doesn't know when to quit, take a look at this!
Scorpio pulls himself forward under the apron, Dalilah Ashe grabs his ankle and drags him out, but much like earlier Scorpio spins around and crashes a kendo stick into Ashe's cheek. Ashe falls backwards into the barricade. Scorpio goes back under the apron and retrieves Vidal. Who is Vidal? No. Again, you mean what. Vidal is a hairdryer covered in nails, barbed wire and spikes. Scorpio rushes Ashe and uses the damned thing to bash her head and send her over the barricade into the crowd. Some fans look into the crowd and cheer to be covered in Ashe's blood, do with that what you will.
Brooks: The first three rows may get wet.
Mason: Oh my god, what even IS that hairdryer???
Livingston: I don't think that's factory shipped.
Scorpio grabs a handful of Dalilah Ashe's hair and drags her over the barricade into him. Scorpio uses her hair to hair-whip her into the ring-post. Upon impact Ashe stumbles backwards right into an AGR lariat that flips her into a front flip on her back. Scorpio drags Ashe up by her head, Ashe kicks him in the stomach and pulls him into a double underhook DDT. Ashe pulls herself up the apron and rolls into the ring. Scorpio follows suit. Scorpio gets up to his feet, Ashe gets up to her feet, they stumble into each other. Ashe throws the first slap, a weak thing. Scorpio throws his own weak slap. Ashe fires back with a headbutt into Scorpio. Scorpio fires back his own headbutt. Ashe throws in a punch. Scorpio throws in a punch. Ashe with a chop, Scorpio with a chop. Ashe with another massive headbutt. Scorpio pulls Ashe into a headlock and then he punches her in the top of the head to break the hold and stumble her back into the ropes. Scorpio rushes at her and sends a superkick, but Ashe catches the superkick and spins around to powerbomb Scorpio over the top rope onto the apron. Ashe steps out onto the apron and pulls Scorpio up, belly to back. Ashe grabs on a half and half hold, and then she tries to suplex him down through the flaming table, but Scorpio sends a headbutt into Ashe's nose. Ashe stumbles backwards and has to save herself from falling down into the table. Scorpio turns around and leaps up, shoving his foot into the back of Ashe's head and sending her face-first into the flames, destroying the table with a brutal curb stomp. THE 28TH AMENDMENT! Scorpio pulls Ashe's bloody burnt carcass out of the wreckage and sends her into the ring, he makes a deadweight cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall ... SCORPIO!!!Medical staff enter the ring and quickly work to stop the bleeding and check both wrestlers. Scorpio uses a medic to get to his feet. He gives Dalilah Ashe a look that is a mixture of pride, contempt, worry and disgust. He holds both his hands high in the air while medical staff keep him from falling over. Dalilah Ashe is pulled out of the ring and helped to the back by ring-crew and medical staff, basically carrying her. She never once looks at Scorpio.
Mason: What an insane deathmatch from two of the best on the PRIME brand. This will probably be the final Scorpio Vs Dalilah Ashe match we see, and I don't think they could ever top this.
Brooks: Why would they WANT to top it? That was everything that it was hyped up to be, and although I doubt she feels the same, Dalilah should be proud of what she did here tonight as she took Scorpio to his very limit.
Livingston: This was bloody, this was violent, this was crazy. Scorpio's doing his best work in years, I'm not sure how wise it was to do this match before Night of Champions though. But holy shit.
The crowd are still on their feet for a wild main event as the dust begins to settle. A bloodied and beaten Scorpio stands in the middle of the ring as Crème de la Crème begins to fuss over him a little, tending to his wounds from the deathmatch. After a few moments he calls for a microphone, wiping some blood off his body as he takes it.
Scorpio: Dalilah… baby… I wish you the absolute best for whatever comes next for you. We gave it our all in here tonight and we’re leaving it all in here tonight.
A cheer from the fans as The S-Factor inhales sharply and begins to pace the ring.
Scorpio: It’s time to move on, I only have four months left as an EWC wrestler. I have my sights firmly set on two things… number one being the next time I climb into a Prime ring I WILL DO SO AS YOUR UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…
The fans explode with noise as Scorpio raises a defiant fist to the heavens. A chant of “GET THAT BELT! GET THAT BELT!” breaks out as he nods his head.
Scorpio: My ultimate fashion accessory, babies you better believe I’m bringing it home. But the second thing I’ve got my sights set on is WrestleFest… see a personality and career as larger than life as mine deserves one final war to end them all… and I’ve got to pick my opponent wisely…
A warm smile lands on his face as he stares down the ramp.
Scorpio: And I think I may have found just the woman for the job.
Without another word he throws the microphone down. “Iconic” hits the speakers as Scorpio remains in the ring working the crowd.
Mason: Scorpio leaving some heavy hints about who he wants to take on at WrestleFest, who do you think it could be?
Livingston: Oh I think this crowd have some ideas… don't you?
Mason: All for the love of the game, for the love of the violence. This is wrestling. This is PRIME. This is EWC. Congrats to Scorpio, we will see him and all of you next at Night of Champions in a few days time! PRIME has a busy night with not only Scorpio challenging for the Undisputed Championship but botrh our Broadcast Champion Callie Clark and Indy Champion Gabi Vee inside the Insanity Cage! Plus The Heat Packers will challenge for the Tag-Team Championships and Narumi Tsutsumi will go one-on-one with Rampage's Chris Page. All of that and so much more! For all of our colleagues here on the blue brand including my broadcast partners John Livingston and special guest Phil Brooks, goodnight everyone from Chicago!
Scorpio begins walking up the entrance ramp as they chant for him, and we fade to black .......
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
CALLIE CLARK
JACK SEVERN
HEAT PACKERS
JOJO RUSH
SCORPIO
MELODY MALONE
BRUCE BOOTH
COSMO GOLDWORTHY
JOSEPH SOLOMON
AMBER LISA HALL
DAMAGE INC
LAVENDER
RMK
OTAKI
ZACK TYLER
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES CONTEST
Marquis Hathaway Vs Terry Kilgore
WINNER(S): Marquis Hathaway
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SINGLES CONTEST
Otaki Vs RMK
WINNER(S): Otaki
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FAITHFUL CHANCE FOURWAY MATCH
Jack Severn Vs Bruce Booth
Vs Harper Mason Vs Joseph Solomon
WINNER(S): Jack Severn
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FOR THE PRIME MINISTER NECKLACE
Narumi Tsutsumi Vs NEVAEH
WINNER(S): Narumi Tsutsumi
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SINGLES CONTEST
Melody Malone Vs Callie Clark
WINNER(S): Melody Malone
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EWC TRIOS TOURNAMENT
The Love Club Vs Shinijoshi
WINNER(S): Shinijoshi
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DEATH MATCH
Dalilah Ashe Vs Scorpio
WINNER(S): Scorpio
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The Love Club Vs Shinijoshi
Narumi Tsutsumi
Jack Severn (50K)
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