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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #116
FEBRUARY 4TH 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the LA Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, California
PRIME
EPISODE #116
FEBRUARY 4TH 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the LA Memorial Coliseum in Los Angeles, California
EWC PRIME
General Manager: Jordan Freaking Sharpe
Commentators: Eric Mason & John Livingston
Announcer: Quinn Stone
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. Harper Mason, The House Hunters, Terry Kilgore & Yoshiharu Kubo, Bruce Booth, Hugo Goodman, Marquis Hathaway, Callum MacBeth, Divewire, Mark Keaton & Morden Crypt, Dalilah Ashe,"Headhuntress" Aiya, Saidie Sharpe, Sunny Skye, Jack Severn, The Heat Packers, Aeon Khronos, NEVAEH, Gabi Vee, Candy, Narumi Tsutsumi, The Indy Champion Callie Clark and the Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd 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 ..
SALLY TALFOURD WAS MADE FOR PRIME
SUNNY SKYE WE MISSED YOU <3
JACK SEVERN IS PRIME'S ACE IN THE HOLE
BRUCE BOOTH IS MY FAVE ACTOR - NO, REALLY!
HOW CAN I PICK BETWEEN GABI AND NARUMI?!
SHINIJOSHI RULES THE HOUSE!
The camera centers on ringside at the LA Memorial Coliseum, 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 ... EWC IS BACK! PRIME IS BACK! It's a new year and a new era of the pink and blue brand and we've got nearly one hundred thousand screaming fans here and they are READY! I am Eric Mason, he is John Livingston my always esteemed broadcast partner and we're ready for 2024!
Livingston: I almost cannot hear you Eric, this is absolutely incredible. It pains me to be here with you but at least we are on the BEST BRAND IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, BABY!
Mason: And what a night we have in store for these fine folks, eh John? Look at this line-up! Something wicked is coming to PRIME as Callum MacBeth makes his PRIME debut here in our opening contest, taking on former Broadcast Champ Mark Keaton. After that a former PRIME roster member and former Undisputed Champion Lavender will make her return here tonight as she jumps over from Rampage to take on Bruce Booth. A big test for Booth here tonight.
Livingston: Very true. He's gotta see if he's ready for the big times. After that we're gonna have tag-team action, Young Justice is back and they're gonna take on two members of The House, JoJo Rush and Cosmo Goldworthy. What do you call that, cowboy money? Then we're gonna follow things up with a return to action of Sunny Skye as she goes one-one-one with Headhuntress Aiya in a hardcore match! And Aiya has got the Baconator Bounty on her ass tonight!
Mason: That's going to be followed up by an absolutely huge, monumental match you do not wanna miss. Narumi Tsutsumi takes on Gabi Vee, a battle of two former Indy Champions that promises to tear the nonexistent roof off this place. Gabi is back from injury as is looking to pick up a huge win to start the season off. And if that wasn't enough, Jack Severn is going toe to toe with the Undisputed Champ as PRIME's biggest off season acquisition Sally Talfourd makes her official PRIME roster debut! AND IF THAT WASN'T ENOUGH?!
Livingston: The EWC Tag-Team Championships are on the line tonight, Heat Packers cashing in that rematch against Silent Discotenicos in our main event and I can't wait to see what happens.
Mason: But coming up next, right after this EWC TV ad we've got Callie Clark - a celebration. Ohh boy.
Livingston: AIR THE DAMN COMMERCIAL GET THIS THING ON THE ROAD.
John gives Eric a huge pat on the back as we fade to the EWCTV commercial
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‘Bad Reputation’ hits the stadium speakers as the only thing louder than the boos from the EWC fans is the massive, over the top pyro explosion that rocks the LA Coliseum.
Mason: Oh lord….
Livingston: IT'S BEEN TOO LONG, ERIC! OUR INDY CHAMPION GOLDEN GODDESS IS IN THE HOUSE! I SUGGEST YOU START SHOWING SOME RESPECT.
Mason: Can't say I missed this over the break…
Quinn Stone: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome the Indy Champion, the Prime Minister, the greatest Broadcast Champion in EWC history, the 2023 Prime Wrestler of the year, The Golden Goddess, Callie Clark!
Callie makes her way out onto the stage with her bodyguard Tori Taylor behind her. The Indy Championship wrapped around her waist as she walks down the red carpet rolled out on the ramp. As Callie reaches ringside, she motions for Stone to hold open the ropes for her, which she does. Callie enters the ring and mockingly pats Quinn on the head before taking the mic and shooing her out of the ring. Callie soaks in the boos from the fans while holding up her championship as pyro goes off the stage!
Livingston: Even better than seeing her, we're about to hear from her! This is a celebration, Eric! What did you get her?
Mason: Would you stop?
Callie: You know one day you idiots will learn to appreciate me and worship me. After all I am the face of Prime, I spent 2023 making this the A show and taking it to heights it's never reached before! You're welcome!
There's a few cheers for Prime but more boos for Callie. She rolls her eyes and continues.
Callie: 2024 is going to be no different either, I plan on holding this Indy Championship all year long and breaking all the records with it! I mean let's be real, they had to take the Broadcast Title away from me when I won this otherwise I'd have be TV Champ right now too and have two titles nobody could beat me for! You people may hate me for it, but I proved last year just how damn good I am, and shutting up haters left and right! And speaking of haters, I even got one of my biggest ones, our GM to throw me this celebration!
More boos as Callie laughs and puts her title back around her waist and high fives Tori.
Callie: I know everybody around here is going to try and step up to me, everybody in the back wants their 15 minutes of fame being in the ring with the most trending megastar in the world after all! But-
“Do It So Good” by WARGASM hits as the Angel of Prime strolls out of the entrance to the roar of the crowd. She grins maniacally down at Callie, satisfied that she interrupted her ego trip. Gabi works the fans as she casually walks down to the ring.
Livingston: OH GOD WHY! WHY COULDN'T SHE STAY AWAY?!
Mason: John, that's no way to talk about a former Indy Champion! That's Gabi Vee!
Livingston: We know. Ugh.
Callie looks unbelievably annoyed as Gabi climbs up onto the top turnbuckle, which causes Callie and Tori to back up a little before Gabi hops down into the ring. She calls for a mic and is tossed one.
Gabi: What’s up Cowie? Come on, you didn’t think that fracturing my arm and taking the Indy title would end my career, did you? You can’t be that damn stupid… or can you?
Gabi looks out to the crowd with a questioning look on her face, drawing laughter and cheers. Callie about snaps and the two of them look ready to square off before Gabi is interrupted as “Burn In My Light” sounds throughout the arena, Bruce Booth makes his way to center stage in a white dress shirt and black Gucci slacks, a microphone in his right hand and a Patek on the wrist - in his other hand? The Primetime briefcase, along with another Patek on the wrist, because Box Office Bruce wears two luxury watches so you don’t forget how inspirational he is to young children around the world.
Livingston: Now we're talking! Beat her over the head with the briefcase, Bruce! Gabi not Callie. Don't touch Callie.
Mason: Good God…
Bruce makes his way to ringside, standing next to the announce table with a cocky smile on his face.
Bruce Booth: Hey, goon squad, I wanna play a game! It’s called “smile”! I’ll start! Smile if you’re the star of the company’s brand new feature film in theaters soon, and the soon to be face of EWC!
Booth gives the nearest camera a toothy grin.
Bruce Booth: Oh, okay! Just me? How about this one; smile if you’re this generation’s Marlon Brando!
Again, he obnoxiously smiles at the camera, his pearly whites glistening in the camera lens.
Bruce Booth: Just me again?! Okay, how about smile if you have a guaranteed title shot at any place, at any time, by your own admission.
He grows serious, raising the Primetime briefcase high and mighty.
Bruce Booth: See, in this ring, there’s a combined charisma level of 550, and I make up 549.9 of it. You can all talk crap to Callie and talk about why you don’t like her, but nobody cares. At the end of the day, there’s only one person with a guaranteed right to challenge and win that belt, and HIS name, is—
Bruce looks to the ring as the lights temporarily go out, causing everyone to go silent. The heated words are replaced with confusion. The bewilderment, however, is cleared up as the lights return, revealing “Headhuntress” Aiya standing outside the ring, with a mic held firmly in her hand. She wags her fingers towards Bruce and Callie before pointing at herself.
Mason: It's The Headhuntress! Don't forget, John, she has a title shot of her own!
Livingston: Greeeaaatttttt.
“Headhuntress” Aiya: Don’t even think for a nanosecond that I forgot about my own shot. That was literally the promise that came with WrestleFest; the losers would all have the chance to fight for their respective brand’s titles. And Callie …
The Sadistic Sakura glares straight into the Golden Goddess’s eyes.
“Headhuntress” Aiya: Know this much. I’m not the same woman you’ve fought before. Nah, I’m better … and I’m ready to strip that title off of your waist!
Livingston: This is supposed to be a celebration!! Why are they all ruining it!! They weren't invited!
Callie is absolutely fuming at this point, and looks like she might actually leave until familiar music hits..
The arena goes to dark with colourful decals appear on the video entrance as Narumi Tsutsumi’s theme plays while the silhouette of a magical girl transformation occurs behind a dropped curtain. Narumi then bursts out of the curtain with her pink oni mask that she takes off to laugh.
Livingston: Oh come on!
Mason: Narumi Tsutsumi is in the building!!
Narumi: Callie, Callie. I have to admit, you grew pretty big right under my nose here on Prime last season, while I focused on the Undisputed Championship and had my Indy rematch clause stripped from me, I didn’t focus on you properly. Thus you got me good at the Prime Finale. But did you really think I’d forget and let you get away with the last laugh? Not only that, you’re running around talking about breaking The Indy Championship records? Those belong to me! I raised the Indy Championship to have those records and that championship is my baby! Now that I completed my shift in the Undisputed scene, it’s time I take my baby out of daycare.
Narumi gestures at the Indy Championship and mouths that mommy will be there soon. As soon as she says that…the lights on the stage go black, causing Callie’s head to dart her head in the direction of the darkness.
Livingston: Who is not paying the light bill here? Sharpe!
“Kiss the Ring” by Lun begins playing with the same video that found Callie back at House Party but…it cuts off slowly..
Mason: This is what our champion nearly spit at back after her loss at House Party…WAIT!
Livingston: THERE’S NO WAY! HE RETIRED! HES NOT SUPPOSED TO BE IN EWC ANYMORE!
Mason: Is this who I think it is?!?!
On the stage, two figures appeared. The shorter had longer hair, and was clad in an all black business suit. The taller one was still encased in darkness until the record scratched, and the spotlights shone down on him. The crowd at the Los Angeles Coliseum ERUPTED at the sight of the former champion. A smirk crossed his face as he adjusted the tie on his own suit.
Mason: IT IS!! Phoenix Winterborn is here! The former HBO Broadcast champion! The Gatekeeper of Friday nights…. is on Sundays!?
Livingston: What?! He made the jump!? Is this the mystery signee Jordan Sharpe had eluded to at the beginning of the year?? WHY IS HE OUT HERE NOW THOUGH!
Mason: It has to be! This place is coming absolutely unglued right now, and Phoenix is NOT coming alone!
Phoenix pats Marissa Davidson’s shoulder, as he hops off the stage, and goes to walk through the crowd, who are welcoming him with open arms. Marissa walks down the ramp, and waits for Phoenix to hop the barrier back to the ringside area. As the duo stand on the steps, the cheers continue for them as Phoenix raises his hands to soak in the adulation of the crowd. Marissa hands him a mic, as he hops over the ropes into the ring. As the music dies down, it’s replaced by chants of “PHOE-NIX! PHOE-NIX!” He motions for them to quiet down.
Winterborn: So…this is interesting, isn’t it? Callie Clark…I told you I’d see you here tonight. I would advise going further that you heed my words, but of course…I haven’t formally introduced myself to you, or to any of you, OR to the fans of Prime! It sounds like they know me, though. Los Angeles! Tell these nice young folks who in the hell I am!
More chants of “PHOE-NIX! PHOE-NIX!” ring out through the coliseum. Phoenix slowly twirls the mic in his hand for a moment.
Mason: The fans are excited here in the Coliseum for Phoenix Winterborn!!
Winterborn: So I guess the question on your mind, and their collective hive mind is…Phoenix, you retired. Why are you on Prime? Great question, Callie. Glad you asked.
We see Callie mouth ‘I didn't.’
Winterborn: For all intents and purposes, I meant every word I said on the season finale of Rampage. I had every intention of riding off into the proverbial sunset, and calling it a career while putting over that young upstart, Ace King. Kid has a future, I’m sure of it. But! While I was home spending time with friends and family over the holidays…I got a call from one Jordan Sharpe. He said, ‘Phoenix, you and I may not have always gotten along, but I know how good you are. Rampage didn’t know what they had on their hands, and I don’t want to see you go out with a whisper.’ He offered me quite a good deal to come to Prime. I was hesitant at first, because I was set on retirement, but he made the deal too good to pass up, and then…your name was brought up, and when you were talking about how you’re the best Indy champion of all time? Well, I knew I took umbrage with that. Callie, I can tell you right now that you are not the legend you think that you are. I’ve been wrestling almost as long as you’ve been alive. I’ve won championships the world over, and made myself a mainstay of the Indies before I came to EWC. Hell, when you talk about the top wrestlers to come out of Chicago in the last twenty years? My name is either at or near the top of that list. All the indie legends…I beat them all, and now? I’m coming for the Indy championship. Real cute what you said about my waiting in line for my fifteen minutes, though. I’ve always been a bit impatient when it comes to championships, Callie.
He leans in next to Callie in a low voice.
Winterborn: That title belongs to me. You just haven’t let it sink in yet.
He backed up into the corner, smirking.
Winterborn: Callie, I told you. The House doesn’t always win. I guess you showed that perfectly when you lost to Marcus St. John back in New York at YOUR House Party, huh? Oh, too soon? Fine by me. Marcus wrote up the blueprint, I’m going to build the castle. I’m going to make you wait, though. You’ll know when I call my shot for the Indy championship, and when I do? Your days with that title will be numbered, and I promise you it’s going to be a fair fight because I’m going to make SURE that your goons get nowhere near that ring when I drop you on your domepiece.
Tori Taylor starts to advance towards Phoenix.
Winterborn: Uh oh, Marissa. I think I offended her finally. Don’t worry, Callie.You’ll know exactly when I’m coming for that championship. Not right now, though. I’ll let you sit on it, and worry. Tori, I would advise against getting too close. You may be the hired help, but Marissa here has zero qualms about ditching the blazer, and getting into some good ol’ fashioned fisticuffs…
We hear Gabi Vee cackle and say ‘neither do I!’ As she shrugs and starts throwing fists, the ring becomes engulfed in chaos as superstars begin to throw hands left and right! Callie, however, backs up into a corner, and slithers out under the bottom rope with Tori in tow, excusing herself from the calamity.
‘You Ain’t Ready’ hits the speakers as Jordan Sharpe emerges on the stage to a nice pop from the LA crowd!
JFS: WOAH WOAH WOAH let’s all calm down here! After all, this is supposed to be a celebration! And besides that, I’ve got some information!
Everyone in the ring backs off, wondering what Jordan’s got to say.
JFS: I see a lot of superstars that have their eyes set on the Indy Championship. I like that, the Indy Championship should be the most prestigious championship in this company. However we need to establish some order around here, we can’t have everyone shooting their shot like this, can we? So it was already decided that – Callie, pay attention up there.
We see Callie is already at the top of the Coliseum looking for an exit as she scowls down at Jordan.
JFS: It was decide that the superstars who did not win the EWC Television Championship would earn a shot at their brand’s championship so therefore I have made a match for two weeks time LIVE in Dallas, Texas! It will be Callie Clark going one-on-one with Headhuntress Aiya for the EWC Indy Championship!
The crowd pops as Callie screams with rage and Aiya has a cocky smirk on her face.
JFS: And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about the rest of you. If you haven’t seen my Season Update, we’ve got a little Pay-Per-View coming up called World Wide and it WILL feature the Elimination Chamber and qualifying matches for a spot in that Indy Title match will begin very soon. There are plenty of shots to take at Callie Clark … I just ask that you all be patient. I know she makes it very tempting.
Jordan laughs as he strolls off the stage, leaving Callie fuming and whispering to Tori while the rest of the competitors nod or look around the ring at one another before beginning to file out.
Mason: Well it’s gonna be wild in two weeks in Texas, John! Callie Vs Aiya!
Livingston: This is so unfair!! What did Callie do to deserve all this! The celebration is ruined! I hate Sharpe! I hate this! I hate you Eric!
Mason: What did I do?
Livingston: Look at you!
With that, we get ready for our opening matchup....
Mason: Time for our opening contest, the first Prime match to set the tone for 2024!
Livingston: And look here, we’ve got Alastor Gray on commentary for this match!
Gray: Great to be here, gentlemen. You’re about to witness history as Callum MacBeth makes his Prime debut!
Stone: The following match is our opening contest and it’s scheduled for one fall! First, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds, and representing The Screamin’ Demons… Mr. Moist Beefcake himself, REMARKABLE MARK KEATON!!!
Money for Nothing blares, and RMK struts out to the stage. He’s playing air guitar and headbanging to the music- AND SUDDENLY CALLUM MACBETH ATTACKS HIM FROM BEHIND! The sunglasses fly off of RMK’s face as Callum smashes a chair against his head!
Mason: Come on! What the hell is this?!
Livingston: Hahaha, I love it! Callum is bringing some much needed aggression to Prime!
Gray: Let’s just say, The House doesn’t forget, or forgive.
Callum screams to the crowd about how he’s the baddest as RMK crawls on the ramp, clutching his head. Callum smashes RMK over the back one more time, and then tosses the chair aside.
Callum: Ah dinnae need this shit!
Callum flips the Los Angeles crowd off, who boo him relentlessly. He plugs his ears and grabs RMK as the referee runs down and tells him to bring the action to the ring. Callum just ignores the ref and continues delivering forearms and headbutts to RMK. Seeing the edge of the stage, a devilish grin comes across Callum’s face. He begins to lift Callum into a Hooligan-Style Piledriver off of the stage! But no! RMK holds on to Callum’s tights! RMK starts to lift Callum into a back body drop! But no! Callum wrestles out of it by biting RMK’s forehead! RMK stumbles off to the other side of the stage, and Callum follows, delivering a huge rolling elbow that sends RMK tumbling all the way down the ramp!
Mason: Just get in the ring already!
Gray: RMK is reaping what he sowed after his past wins over The House!
Livingston: I wish we saw that piledriver!
Callum continues to deliver elbow strikes and punches to RMK further down the ramp, before putting him in a headlock to get him into the ringside area. Callum transitions into a headbutt, but after getting rocked by one, RMK rakes Callum’s eyes in desperation! Callum stumbles back, and RMK begins to mount a comeback with elbow strikes of his own! But just as RMK begins to be in the lead of the match, Callum turns it around by tossing him into the barricade! RMK lands hard, shoulder-first, into it, and Callum hops over the barricade and begins yelling at fans to get out of their seats, so he can use their chairs! As the terrorized fans run away, Callum tosses RMK over the barricade, slamming him into the empty seats! Callum then grabs a fan’s replica EWC Undisputed Championship… AND HE SMASHES IT INTO RMK’S FACE!
RMK goes down and Callum just drags him further into the crowd, occasionally shoving fans out of the way and tossing RMK into chairs. RMK tries to make a comeback with some more elbows and punches, attempting perhaps a Hockey Fight Combo, but Callum puts a quick stop to it with a Glasgow Kiss headbutt! Staff and the referee desperately try to tell Callum to get RMK to the ring, but Callum just shoves all of them off, before heading up through the crowd, hopping over the barricade, and finding his way back on the ramp.
Mason: That’s gotta be a fine!
Gray: Nothing I can’t afford.
Livingston: Wait, RMK is following Callum! What’s going on here?
RMK also shoves medical staff off of him and follows Callum to the ramp, but before he can make it to the barricade, CALLUM CATCHES HIM WITH A C-TRIGGER! RMK falls backwards as Callum climbs back over the barricade and flips off the crowd before tossing RMK back over the barricade and onto the ramp. Callum follows him, tossing him back to the ring apron, but before RMK can climb into the ring, Callum grabs him in a headlock and uppercuts him! Callum marches up to the commentary table.
Callum: Ah run this shit! Mark ain’t nothing! Prime is ma brand noo!
Livingston: Well said!
Mason: My god, can’t you just start this match already!
Callum: Okay, fine! Bit this shit's oan ye noo!
Callum turns around and grabs RMK, who is trying to cling onto Callum’s tights, and then uppercuts him again before tossing him into the ring, finally. Callum flips off the crowd one more time and then enters the ring himself, ONLY TO BE HIT WITH FOUR CONSECUTIVE UPPERCUTS FROM RMK! RMK RUNS THE ROPES AND COLLIDES INTO CALLUM WITH A HUGE SPINNING FOREARM! BOTH MEN COLLAPSE!
Mason: HOCKEY FIGHT COMBO! WHAT A COMEBACK FROM THE REMARKABLE ONE!
Livingston: I didn’t think he had anything left in him!
Gray: I think Callum’s overconfidence may need to be worked on outside the ring.
DING DING DING
Both men rise to their feet slowly, but RMK is the first one to strike! He hits Callum with a hard forearm to the chest, followed by a running clothesline, but Callum absorbs the punishment! RMK runs again, and hits the KeatonMania boot! He follows up with a leg drop! He covers!
ONE…
TW- NO! CALLUM KICKS OUT!
RMK wastes no time and lifts Callum into a vertical suplex position! He tries to maneuver Callum draped over the ropes for a Hangover 1980, but Callum manages to get down to his feet and bite RMK in the forehead again! RMK is bleeding now, but he bites back! Callum screams as RMK busts him open as well with a bite! Callum is caught off guard enough by this for RMK to lift him up again and hit a regular vertical suplex! Callum rolls to the ropes, and turns to charge forward into RMK, who simply catches him into a powerslam, but NO! As he tries to deliver it, Callum kicks RMK right into his moist cock! But the referee didn’t see it because RMK’s own body blocked it!
Mason: Come on! What won’t Callum sink to?!
Livingston: If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t winning!
With the momentum back in his favor, Callum delivers a huge liver punch to RMK! With RMK doubled over, Callum hits a vicious snap suplex! Callum starts stomping and grinding RMK’s head into the mat, but when RMK grabs the ropes, Callum has to stop or risk being disqualified. He yells at the referee, who backs down, and as RMK tries to steady himself in the corner, Callum runs and hits him with the Hooligan Kick! He hits RMK with some more uppercuts after dragging him out of the corner, and then delivers another massive C-Trigger! As RMK falls to the mat, Callum yells obscenities to the crowd and flips them off again. Callum goes to RMK, who tries to fight back with some forearms, but Callum puts a stop to it by lifting RMK up in a vertical position… and then he hits a massive Jackhammer! He covers!
ONE…
TWO…
THR- NO! RMK KICKS OUT!
Callum drags his fist across his own throat, signifying the end for RMK. He waits in the corner for RMK to get up, about to hit the Something Wicked spear… BUT NO! RMK DODGES AND SENDS CALLUM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER! Callum stumbles back, and RMK grabs his tights and rolls him up!
ONE…
TWO…
THR- NO! CALLUM KICKS OUT!
Mason: I thought that could’ve been it!
Gray: A House member would never lose to such a move.
Livingston: I usually try to not disagree with you, Alastor, but that was real close!
Callum, blood still dripping from his forehead, just barely kicks out, but he turns around right into the DDT position from RMK! RMK tries to lift Callum up, looking for the Full Metal Jacket… BUT CALLUM TURNS IT INTO A HUGE SHOULDER TACKLE! RMK bounces into the ropes, and Callum hits him with another C-Trigger! RMK is out! He’s bent over and Callum starts to lift him into the Hooligan-Style Piledriver… NO! RMK DOES EVERYTHING HE CAN TO POWER THROUGH IT! HE STAYS GROUNDED AND GOUGES AT CALLUM’S BITE WOUND!
CALLUM STUMBLES BACK AND RMK HOOKS HIM INTO A DDT POSITION! HE LIFTS HIM UP… FULL METAL JACKET! HE COVERS!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stone: Your winner via pinfall… Remarkable Mark Keaton!!!
Gray: Callum clearly has some learning left to do.
Mason: What a great comeback by the Moist Beefcake!
Livingston: Is there anyone in The House he can’t beat?! At this rate, RMK might be the answer for who ends Callie Clark’s Indy Championship reign! Let’s all pray that never happens, because god help us all if it does…
RMK celebrates down the ramp as Callum angrily screams at the referee and throws chairs and the ring steps around.
We’re back from commercial, the camera opening under the neon glow of the LA Memorial Coliseum, the air in the stadium hummed with the electric fervour of die-hard Primers who are coming down from their Callie Clarke high. From ringside and stretching back to the darkness through to the nosebleed seats, a sea of eager faces fanned out, filling the stadium to its brim. The collective murmur of anticipation danced in the air, rising, and falling like the ebb and flow of ocean waves. Fans clad in an array of EWC merchandise, their excitement tangible, contributed to the mosaic of fervent anticipation.
In the centre of the ring, Prime’s new announcer Quinn Stone stand with her microphone in hand. The cheers rose, fell, then rose again before Stone held a hand up to quiet the masses.
Quinn: Ladies and gentlemen, wrestling aficionados in every corner of the Coliseum! On behalf of Jordan Sharpe, Prime is proud to bring you into a new year of the best talent, the best match-ups and the best wrestling EWC has on offer!
The crowd erupts once again.
Quinn: But before we continue to walk the path of 2024, let us look back at the roads that have brought us here …
As Stone trails off, the lights die. After a pause, the Extreme-Tron comes to life, displaying snippets of Prime Wrestling's illustrious history. The debut of Prime simulcast across different locations, celebrations at Prime 50 and, snippets of some of the best AMC Broadcast Champions – Scorpio, Jordan Sharpe, Callie Clark – and then the moments of victory for the Indy Champions – Callie Clarke and Rumble in Arrowhead, Narumi Tsutsumi at YoungBlood III, Candy at Prime 28. Then, a quick montage of some of the highlights that made 2023 the year of Prime. The images illuminate the fervent faces below, capturing snapshots of unforgettable moments that had unfolded within Prime’s squared circle.
Quinn: And now, as we begin the new year, we start off with a bang! Are you ready for a seismic shift in the landscape of Prime? Are you ready for the arrival that will send shockwaves through the very foundations of our beloved squared circle?
Quinn’s voice reverberated through the stadium, cutting through the symphony of anticipation. The colossal Extreme-Tron flickered, casting a spotlight on the entrance ramp, and the crowd erupted into a cascade of boo’s and jeers – a general understanding of what – and who – is to come.
Quinn: In a signing that no one saw coming, a Sharpe twist in the script that has left us all on the edge of our seats. Brace yourselves for the arrival of a force to be reckoned with! Making her way to the ring, the EWC Undisputed Champion, the newest and reigning Queen of EWC, the Last Magician … Sally … TALFOURD!"
As the first chords of Sally’s entrance music reverberated through the Coliseum, the crowd erupted into a collective sense of disapproval and contempt. The strobe lights painted the audience in pulsating hues, and the atmosphere crackled with the palpable energy of a thousand stories waiting to be written.
As Sally's theme music echoed through the stadium, a mixture of cheers and jeers greeted her as she stepped out to the stage. Dressed in her ring gear – a black and white jacket and short skirt, sequins dazzling and large gold bow above her midriff – the EWC Undisputed Championship belt gleams in the light. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Sally feigns excitement and happiness with exaggerated waves to the response she has found. Maintaining the elation, she walks down the centre of the ramp, pretending to high five and hug fans despite being nowhere near any of them. At the ring, she launches herself to apron, waving to the crowd who has only become more resentful of her. As she steps through the ring, the lights come back, and she is quick to rip the microphone out of Quinn’s hand. They exchange some words, then Sally shoves Quinn, sending her stumbling to the ropes. Turning back with an exaggerated smile, Sally doesn’t wait for the crowd to subdue themselves.
Sally: Los Angeles, I love you! Thank-you so much for your appreciation, your love, and your recognition! I am truly honoured to stand here not just the latest member of Prime but your EWC Undisputed Champion!
As if on cue, the fans erupt with verbal rage, the insults and detestation flying. She waves with that same deranged, exaggerated smile to all corners of the stadium.
Sally: And I thought things were sad at Paramount …
Again, the hostility is palpable.
Sally: Ladies and gentlemen, thank-you very much for the warm reception I full expected from fans in a failed state like California! No wonder anyone with and sense and dollars are up’ing and leaving for Texas! I’ll take bovines like Longhorns and JoJo Rush any day of the week ahead of the destitute, the sanctimonious, and the morally bankrupt Californians I see before me!
If there was a soul in attendance on the fence about Sally before she spoke, there certainly isn’t anymore.
Sally: Then again, I should have known the calibre of people Prime would attract. Fourth-string shows draw out fourth string fans!
A chant starts up, slow and quiet at first, then growing.
“WE DON’T WANT YOU!”
“WE DON’T WANT YOU!”
“WE DON’T WANT YOU!”
Sally smirks, bringing the mic back to her lips.
Sally: You’d all like that, wouldn’t you? For me to leave, walk out of Prime, before you’ve even had the chance to see the undisputable best in EWC. And, truth be told, you ungrateful sacks don’t even deserve the likes of me in your ring, on your show, headlining your card. Wait … wait … wait …
Sally holds a head up, forcing a laugh and a shake of the head.
Sally: I forgot. It’s not your ring, nor your show or card. It’s mine! This is my Prime, this is my ring, my EWC! This says so!
Sally slaps the EWC Undisputed Championship.
Sally: And you know what else it says? It says I’m second to none. Whether you’re a fan here tonight, some schlep at home streaming this, or (God forbid!) some second-rate talent more interested in what I have to say than, you know, trying to get better … I’m better than you. I stand here before undisputed. Unchallenged. Unprecedented. Day-by-day I climb the ladder to one day soon become the greatest EWC champion. And God knows EWC needs someone like me.
Sally begins to pace the ring. At some point, some errant fan has thrown an empty bottle into the ring. Sally kicks it under the ropes before she looks up. The disdain, the jeers and the boos resonate with a venomous fervour, a chorus of disapproval that claws at the eardrums.
Sally: You see, this place is a rotting corpse long since showing signs of talent, skill and life. EWC: A company that once stood for something, now stands for nothing. I remember wrestling in APW and the way people life Hurricane Jeff … Level-One … BDC … the way they spoke about this place made it seem like EWC was the Everest of wrestling. Now as I look around me, all I see if a sea of shattered dreams, an ocean of broken spirits and a shoreline of faded glories.
Sally looks directly at the nearest camera.
Sally: How’d I go with the pirate stuff, Morgan?
With a grin, Sally returns to pacing the ring. The scent of animosity permeates the crowd, a tangible bitterness that mingles with the popcorn and cotton candy, staining the atmosphere with a sharp, acrid undertone.
Sally: But, as they say: All bad things must come to an end. And that end is here. I’m here not to simply hold up a mirror to you all, but to lead you back to a place of self-respect. You, the fans, and you, the talent, just need to take my hand and follow me. Those false prophets you hold up as leaders … they lead you away from the light … away from the true path … away from …
Before Sally could say another word, the remix of “I Want Candy” by Arron Carter is heard blaring throughout the Coliseum. There are a few boos but mostly cheers as Candy walks out to the stage giving off a smile and a wave. She takes a moment to take in her homecoming. The moment she looks away from the crowd and into the ring at Sally her smile fades. Candy marches to the ring all business. She tags a few hands along the way before climbing into the ring. Candy keeps her eye on Sally while retrieving a microphone. Once she has it, Candy moves toward the middle of the ring where she stands across from the current Undisputed Champion.
CAN-DY!
CAN-DY!
CAN-DY!
Just as her music begins to subside, Candy raises her mic to speak.
Candy: Gotta say, it’s good to be back … HOME!
Candy questions with a chuckle as the crowd cheers. Sally, on the other hand, isn’t that pleased.
Candy: And since I’m home, there’s no way I wasn’t going to come out and defend it!
Candy stares down Sally as she continues.
Candy: At first, I was pretty stoked when I heard you were coming to Prime, Sally. I mean, it’s usually a pretty big deal having the Undisputed Champion on your brand, right? Then you went and opened your mouth. Just listening to some of the BS spewing from your mouth was enough to have me change direction. Fortunately for Callie, that means I won’t be crashing her party tonight. Instead I decided to crash yours!
As Sally is fuming, Candy smirks.
Candy: Bit of advice. You might want to start thinking twice before you speak. Because now you went and got my attention. You see, this isn’t your Prime. Never has been. Never will be. That’s because it’s MINE. My blood, sweat, and tears are all over this place. I achieved what many said couldn’t be done and put Prime on the map! Maybe people have forgotten that. But that’s why I’m here…to remind them and YOU!
Candy puts emphasis on that last word as the fans cheer.
Candy: Now I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve been away for a minute and have some work to do. Gotta get some wins under my belt before I challenge for that!
Candy points to the Undisputed Championship that Sally carries.
Candy: But once I do, rest assured I’ll be knocking at your doorstep and when you answer I might not be so sweet!
For the briefest of moments, there’s a dangerous look in Candy’s eyes. But with a quick shrug and smile, it’s gone as she continues looking the Undisputed Champion’s way. As Candy's words hung in the charged atmosphere of the wrestling ring, Sally Talfourd's eyes flashed with a simmering intensity. The air crackled with the unspoken challenge, and as Candy smirked, Sally's response cut through the tension.
Sally: Stoked, Candy? You think I came to Prime to bask in the glory of your so-called achievements? Let me make something crystal clear: I don't need anyone's approval, especially not from someone who thinks their blood, sweat, and tears own this place. And as for your advice on thinking twice before I speak? Save it. I've never needed anyone to hold my hand in this business, and I certainly won't start now!
The Undisputed Championship, slung over Sally's shoulder, glinted under the stadium lights as she locked eyes with Candy.
Sally: This may not be 'my' Prime in your eyes yet, Candy, but you better believe it's about to become one hell of a show. And when you do come knocking, be prepared for the fight of your life. Prime may be your past, but I'm about to write it’s damn future.
Sally lowered the mic, her voice a blend of defiance and arrogance. Candy's smirk failed to falter for even a moment, a subtle acknowledgment of her own fire. The fans, caught in the crossfire, roared in approval, the atmosphere charged with the promise of a rivalry that transcended the confines of the ring. The two hold their stare at one-another before Sally subtly nods and walks to leave. In doing so, the two bump shoulders, bringing the two women nose-to-nose. Words are exchanged outside of the earshot of fans. Suddenly, Candy shocks Sally as she cocks an arm and takes up a stance as though she’s ready to fight. Sally lets out a scream, races for the nearest ropes and dives under them.
Mason: Looks like the champ is running scared!
Livingston: Sally’s not scared, Mason - she's ... she's, ummm ... she’s smart! You know what Candy's like: Who knows what she might do! And with a match later tonight, Sally’s staying fresh.
Mason: Well, that’s certainly one way of looking at it …
Sally adjusts her belt and her hair as she backs up the ramp, yelling and screaming at Candy. Candy, with a broad smile now, gives a wave to Sally as she heads backstage. The crowd roars in approval of Candy’s return, now standing alone in the ring as cameras stay on ...
SINGLES CONTEST
Bruce Booth
Vs Lavender
Match Writer:
We return to ringside where (add content here).
Mason: Address whatever transition just happened and then opening Match Hype Comments
Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 132 pounds... LAVENDER!
The lights go out as 'Better Without You' by Evanescence begins to play. The lights start to flash in time to the intro until the beat starts to kick up in the song. At around the thirty-six-second mark 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 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.
Lavender begins to make her way down to the ring with a calm and cheerful demeanour spread across her face. As Lavender reaches the bottom of the ramp she walks over to the steel steps, walks up the steel stairs, and takes another glance across the crowd before wiping her feet and entering the ring. Once inside the ring Lavender climbs the nearest turnbuckle and holds her arms up high in the air to accept the warm adulation from the crowd. Lavender steps down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to commence.
Stone: And the opponent, residing in the Hollywood Hills of Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 220 pounds... ’BOX OFFICE’ 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 chisled 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.
DING DING DING
Booth immediately goes for a Director’s Cut but Lavender shoves him away. She charges at Booth but he counters dropping Lavender across the top rope with a stun gun. Lavender staggers before Booth knocks her to the mat with a clothesline. Lavender tries to get back to her feet but Booth cracks her with a knee to the back of the head. Booth slips to the middle rope and drops down on her with a diving knee drop to the side of the head. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lavender lifts a shoulder up off the mat to break the count. Booth lifts Lavender to her feet and up for a brainbuster. Lavender slips over his shoulder taking Booth to the mat with a reverse DDT. Both get back to their feet. Booth lashes out with a right hand that Lavender ducks. She grabs Booth and takes him over with a dragon suplex. She bridges into a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Booth rolls his way free breaking the count.
Mason: A nice counter by Lavender and it almost ended in victory
Livingston: It was but this match continues!
Both get to their feet. Booth charges at Lavender. She scoops him up and drops him down with a Michinoqu driver. As both get to their feet, Lavender spins on the balls of her feet and smacks Booth with a Gifthorse. Booth clutches at his throat as he drops to his knees and crumples to the mat. Lavender makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Booth rolls to his side breaking the count before rolling from the ring. Lavender reaches through the ropes for Booth but he grabs Lavender and drags her from the ring. Booth grabs Lavender and throws her over the commentary table before rolling back into the ring. Lavender staggers from the table and the upturned commentators and gets back into the ring. As she does so, Booth grabs her and drives her to the canvas with a Hangman’s DDT. Booth rolls her over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Lavender rolls to her front breaking the count.
Mason: So, so close to a victory there. Are you alright?
Livingston: I’m ok. Am I on? Can you hear me alright?
Booth waits patiently for Lavender to pull herself to her feet. Booth again attempts a Director’s Cut. This time Lavender counters and shoves Booth off the ropes. As he rebounds, Lavender smacks Booth across the jaw with a forearm smash. Booth staggers as he clutches his jaw. He staggers right into an Amity Affliction. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... LAVENDER!!!Mason: You can call it an upset or not but that was a big victory for Lavender here tonight!
Livingston: Had Bruce Booth connected with Director’s Cut either at the start or the end of this match, this result could be a much different story. That said, we are at the start of the season. Plenty of time for him to bounce back.
Lavender rolls from the ring. She holds an arm in the air in victory while the other clutches at the back of her neck.
Mason: What a match that was!
Livingston: I can't wait for the next one but I hear in my headset we have something to show you from earlier today. So let's see what went down.
The camera cuts to the video
Fading into a night time drone shot of an empty LA Memorial Coliseum. The lights are on and there is absolutely no one in the seats, but the sound of 77,000 plus strong fans echo through the surrounding Exposition Park. The screen glitches with a green-hued ripple and we find our scene has changed and we are now somewhere in the upper three-hundred section of seating. The view is of the side of the chairs, as we see a single soul now sitting amongst the emptiness… NextGen General Manager Isaac Hale. The sounds of the cheering fans lower enough so that you can easily hear Isaac, though they still roar very faintly in the background.
Isaac Hale: On February fourth, thousands upon thousands of Extreme Wrestling Corporation fans, will fill these seats… fill this stadium… to the brink. Cheering for their favorite wrestler, offering verbal motivation to their favorite entertainer.
Another screen glitch, this one a bit more red-hued, and we find ourselves down in the two-hundred section, our view from the opposite side of the chairs. But again, we see Isaac Hale, staring down to the center of the Coliseum.
Isaac Hale: From Callum MacBeth and Mark Keaton, to the Heat Packers and Silent Discontenicos, they will all yell ‘til their lungs yearn for air, scream ‘til their voices crack, and they go from sitting to standing so much that the Catholic Church would think it’s a bit obsessive.
Once again a screen glitch interrupts our scene, this time it is a more golden color, before we find ourselves staring at Isaac Hale, sitting in the one-hundred section. Dressed in black dress pants, a dark purple dress shirt and a black vest. This time, we see him from the front, but he almost seems to be looking past the camera.
Isaac Hale: But remember, those Prime stars didn't always start out on Prime. Some shed sweat on Brawl, some shed blood on Paramount, some shed tears on Rampage. And some…
Before he could finish his sentence, our scene cuts to a flashback from WrestleFest XX, at the FNB Stadium in Johannesburg, South Africa. Bodies litter the ring as Sunny Skye ducks under Benjamin Gray trying to grab her, he instead slammed into Abraham Gray… both of them falling to the mat. Sunny takes the opportunity and grabs Donny J… THE SAFE WORD!!! A quick three count and we quickly shift to see Sunny Skye with a smile on her face, holding the NextGen Championship Title high into the air.
Isaac Hale: ...some shed it all on NextGen.
We cut back to Isaac Hale, who is now standing in the middle of the field, with his hands in his pockets, looking away from the camera
Isaac Hale: We all start from somewhere. Some of us have it handed to us, while others have to work hard for it. Sunny Skye earned her way to stardom that night in twenty-twenty-two. And on April fourth, twenty-twenty-four, a whole new batch will fight and claw to earn their shot at Kenzie Ford and the NextGen Championship. So all I have left to ask is…
Our screen glitches once more, this time in a purple-hue, so that we are now staring at Isaac Hale’s face and ONLY his face.
Isaac Hale: Who… is… Next?
Then, without warning, all the lights in the Coliseum shut off and we are left in darkness, with exception of the words...
#10: The Frozen One - April 4th, 2024 - DECC Arena, Duluth, Minnesota
We return to ringside where we are set for tag team action.
Mason: NextGen should feature some top class wrestling. So does our next contest, so let's head to the ring.
Stone: The following match is a tag-team match set for one fall. Joining us first, from the Hero Academy, weighing in at a combined 243 pounds, they are the Rebel Princess Cassie Wolfe, and the Slaytanic Avenger, Harper Mason… YOUNG JUSTICE!!!!
"Wolfe Within hits the speakers and as soon as Jonathon Young's lyrics hit Cassie emerges from the back ready for action, she slaps hands with the fans on the way to the ring before sliding into the ring and posing for them.
Stone: And their opponents, representing the House, escorted to the ring by Dimitri Graves and Tori Taylor, weighing in at a combined 471 pounds, ... THE HARDCORE & INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION, JOJO RUSH AND THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION, COSMO GOLDWORTHY!
The House approach the stage, Cosmo, Dimitri, and Tori approach the stage with the same swagger and energy that pissed off the fans all last year. JoJo follows up behind them. The group meet in the middle and Too Sweet each other before sauntering to the ring. Once in the ring, Cosmo stands on a corner and raises his United States Championship to a booing LA crowd. JoJo stands in an opposite corner and raises both his titles to a spotlight, complete with airburst pyro raining from the light, which elicits a raised eyebrow from Cosmo.
DING DING DING
JoJo and Cassie start the contest. The two circle each other with JoJo sauntering and even smiles towards his opponent. The two lock-up in the middle of the ring and fight for control. JoJo wins control and forces Cassie into the ropes, Harper tags herself in while Cassie whips JoJo into the ropes. Cassie and Harper meet JoJo and level him with a double clothesline. Harper launches Cassie into the air for a moonsault onto JoJo, then Harper follows it with a senton! Harper quickly scatters for the pin.
One.. kickout!
JoJo tries to shake off the cobwebs, but the legal woman, Harper takes hold of JoJo in a headlock and tries to pull him towards her team’s corner for a tornado DDT. Cassie makes the tag, but not before JoJo counters the Tornado DDT by using his strength to stop Harper’s momentum, and instead counters it into a slingshot suplex! JoJo sits up and flexes towards the booing crowd, but when JoJo gets up, he’s quickly met with a perfectly executed crossbody by Cassie! Cassie doesn’t maintain the pin and instead riles up the fans. JoJo takes advantage of the rookie move and makes a diving tag to Cosmo!
Mason: Between the managers outside of the ring, and the talent in the match, there is no time to make mistakes like that!
Livingston: Cassie needs to react fast or Cosmo is going to knock her lights out!
Cosmo and Cassie charge each other with lariats, both chicken and duck each other to run the ropes. Wait! Cosmo holds the ropes to stop himself and lines up Cassie to level her with a Cash Cow mushroom stomp! Cosmo lands right on top of Cassie and makes the pin.
One…
two…
th– Harper breaks up the pin!
Cosmo argues with the ref, who is working to both deal with Cosmo and guide Harper out of the ring. Cassie tries to make it to her corner for a tag, but Cosmo pulls her by the leg and right into the House Special! Cosmo walks Harper towards his corner, assuring that she had nowhere to go. All Harper can do is– *TAG* JoJo tags himself in? Cosmo looks over in confusion and even starts shouting at JoJo. “THAT’S NOT HOW YA DO IT” shouts JoJo gets into the ring and forces Cosmo to drop Harper. Before Harper can get out of harm’s way, JoJo picks her right up and locks in the House Special! “JoJo and Cosmo focus on each other, arguing in the ring, the referee argues with Cosmo to get out of the ring. Meanwhile, Cassie leaps to Harper’s rescue and lands a missile dropkick on both JoJo and Cosmo! The kick sends Cosmo tumbling out of the ring, but Dimitri and Tori make the save. JoJo bangs against the corner and lays against the corner stunned.
Mason: I don’t know what the hell JoJo was thinking, but tagging himself in like that might have cost the House the match.
Livingston: Never give Cassie Wolfe an opening, she’ll punish you for it and now she’s rolling!
Cassie executes a picture-perfect kip-up then charges and plants a running superkick into JoJo’s face. She gets her balance back then climbs the middle rope, hooks both of JoJo’s arms and plants him with her finisher, the Wolfe Hunt! What an impressive modification! Cassie goes for the pin! One…two… Dimitri hooks JoJo’s foot onto the ropes! Rope break! The crowd boos immensely, Cassie looks up in complete shock at the ref who didn’t catch the flagrant cheating. JoJo doesn’t know where he’s at, Cassie shakes it off and goes to tag Harper in to finish the match. Harper displays impressive strength and pulls JoJo up for a powerbomb! Cassie tries to climb to the top rope, but Tori takes a hold of Cassie’s foot! By the time Cassie kicks Tori away, JoJo breaks himself free then absolutely turns Harper inside-out with a Lightbringer Lariat! JoJo takes that momentum to sucker Cassie Wolfe, who spills out to ringside. JoJo looks over to Cosmo who’s reaching for a tag in. JoJo considers it while dragging Harper up to her feet in the middle of the ring. JoJo collars Harper and makes the tag. Cosmo and JoJo bounce Harper off the ropes, then Cosmo pops Harper up high for JoJo to catch with an absolutely vicious spear! JoJo rolls off to play defense as Cosmo makes the pin.
One…
Two…
Three…
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... COSMO GOLDWORTHY & JOJO RUSH!!!Mason: And The House wins again!
Livingston: Young Justice gave it all they could tonight and came close to victory but alas, tonight was not their night.
JoJo and Cosmo help each other up to their feet to face the booing LA crowd. Tori and Dimitri join the pair with their titles. Cosmo lifting his title up, JoJo raising the Hardcore belt next to it, and Tori holding up JoJo’s International title beside that.
Mason: That was a hell of a match!
Livingston: We'll have another one along in a moment or two. So don't you go changin'
The camera cuts to black
HARDCORE CONTEST
Sunny Skye
Vs Headhuntress Aiya
BACONATOR BOUNTY: HEADHUNTRESS AIYA
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where we see commentary.
Mason: We are back and we are ready to get hardcore! Hardcore wrestling that is. Let's head to the ring!
Stone: The following match, set for one fall, is a Hardcore Match! Joining us first, from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 135 pounds... SUNNY SKYE!
"Work Bitch" by Britney Spears begins to play, and out from behind the curtain comes Sunny Skye. She smiles, waving to the crowd before she whips her phone out from her back pocket and takes a quick selfie at the top of the ramp. She jogs down the ramp, high fiving fans as she goes before she reaches the edge of the ring. She rolls into the ring, positioning herself on her stomach to face the camera before kicking her feet up and crossing her ankles. She blows a kiss to the camera before getting to her feet, and preparing for her match.
Stone: And the opponent coming to the ring from Kyoto, Japan, weighing in at 137 pounds, she is one of the Shinijoshi... ”HEADHUNTRESS” AIYA!
As “Voracity” by Myth & Roid plays over the PA system, a crimson red colored fog appears near the curtains. As it slowly fades away, we see the form of “Headhuntress” Aiya standing at the top of the ramp. She saunters down, entering the ring through the middle and top ropes. Aiya then leans against the ring, already looking as if she’s making a game plan in her head whilst waiting for her opponent to enter the ring.
DING DING DING
Sunny fires with a superkick but Aiya catches it and slaps Sunny hard across the face. Sunny staggers as she clutches her face. Aiya grabs her and cracks Sunny with a headbutt. Sunny staggers back to the corner. Aiya rams her shoulder into Sunny’s gut again and again and again. Sunny staggers out of the corner where Aiya grabs her taking her over with a suplex. Sunny manages to get to her feet but Aiya brings Sunny down across her knee with a backbreaker. Aiya rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring pulling out a kendo stick. She rolls into the ring. Aiya brings the kendo stick down across Sunny’s lower back. Sunny tries to pull herself to her feet but Aiya cracks her across the side of her head with the kendo stick. Sunny drops to the mat where Aiya makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sunny manages to lift her shoulder off the mat to break the count. Aiya crawls toward the kendo stick. As she gets a hand on it, Sunny steps on it. Sunny pulls at the kendo stick taking Aiya back with a white Russian legsweep. Sunny rolls from the ring and grabs a chair. Getting back into the ring, she smacks Aiya on the left arm and shoulder with the chair. Aiya drops to her knees as she clutches her arm. Sunny smacks Aiya in the arm with a superkick. Aiya rolls on the mat in pain. Sunny pulls her to her feet and swings into a neckbreaker onto the chair. Sunny makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya rolls to her side breaking her count.
Mason: Aiya kicking out there while also being careful to roll onto her right side not her left
Livingston: Smart. But she also needs to get back into the match soon or it was all for nothing.
Both get to their feet and Sunny runs at Aiya leaping at her for a cross body. It almost sends both tumbling over but Aiya manages to keep her feet and she turns it into a go to sleep that sends Sunny falling back over the top to the floor. Aiya climbs to the top rope and dives down at Sunny crashing down with an elbow drop. Instead of making a cover, Aiya takes a moment to clutch at her hip. Then she makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sunny rolls a shoulder off the floor to break the count. Aiya lifts Sunny to her feet and attempts a spinebuster through the commentary table. Sunny manages to slide over Aiya’s shoulders and whips Aiya hard into the ringside barrier. Sunny charges at Aaiya who lifts her feet to block. Sunny sees it coming and manages to tip Aiya over the barrier into the crowd. Aiya tries to climb over the barrier but Sunny grabs her and drops her across the barrier with a front suplex before knocking Aiya to the ringside mat with a spinning heel kick to the back of the neck. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya manages to push her way free breaking the count. As Aiya gets to her feet, Sunny climbs onto the barriers. She rolls into a Miami Sunset that brings Aiya crashing to the ringside flooring. Sunny rolls over her to make a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Aiya just manages to lift an arm from the ground to break the count. Sunny pulls Aiya to her feet and rolls her into the ring. As Sunny tries to roll in after her, Aiya dives at Sunny with a baseball slide that sends Sunny crashing to the outside mats. Sunny picks herself up and slides back into the ring. Before she can get to her feet, Aiya crashes down on Sunny with FUBAR. Aiya hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sunny manages to shove her way free breaking the count. Both competitors lay in the ring.
Mason: How in hell’s name is this still going on?
Livingston: I don’t know. I thought it was all over but the bell ringing after that Fubar!
Sunny pulls herself to her feet but Aiya quickly knocks her back down with an SOS that brings her down onto the chair. Aiya makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sunny just manages to get a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Aiya grabs the kendo stick and lays into Sunny with it before launching it from the ring in frustration. Aiya turns her attention back to Sunny who quickly rolls her into a small package. Aiya quickly breaks free before the referee can make it to his knees to count. Both get back to their feet. Sunny grabs Aiya and brings her crashing down onto the chair with a Heartbreaker. She rolls Aiya over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... SUNNY SKYE!!!Mason: Sunny Skye took a lot of punishment in that match but nobody and I mean nobody is going to get back up after a Heartbreaker onto a chair!
Livingston: Aiya took a lot of punishment herself in this one. However we have to look at that FUBAR where you and I both thought the match was over.
Sunny rolls to ringside but drops to her knees. She pulls herself to her feet and blows a kiss at the camera. She takes her phone from her pocket and takes a quick selfie while making a peace sign before heading up the ramp phone in hand checking her socials.
Mason: She seems happy with her win.
Livingston: She'd be happy win or loss though. I'm hearing that there's a drone flying around the Los Angels area. So let's all find out why I'm being told about it.
The camera cuts to the drone.
We see a drone shot of LA from high above. The drone screams across the sky, picking up speed and heading straight for LA Memorial Coliseum! From way up here, we hear the voice of a brand new Prime Superstar!
Divewire: The Divewire Drone Cam is UP and running!!!! Wooooohoooooooo!!!
The camera flies in towards the upper upper bowl. We are met by a large group of about 20 kids, dressed in the same red, white, and black basketball gear. Divewire is amidst the fans, dressed in the same colour scheme.
Divewire: I’m here with the…
Group: THE LA ANKLE SURGEONS!!!!
Divewire: You heard ‘em!!! Loud and proud and ready for a night of team building here at The Clash!! I sat in the nosebleeds many times in my youth! THIS is where the noise is really coming from!!! THIS is where we hang when we finally get the chance to step out of the darker days in life and just live!! My passion was fueled for years by the dream of leaping over a safety railing just like this one to fly down to that ring to make magic happen!!!
The drone floats and drifts while zooming in closer to Divewire’s broadening smile.
Divewire: They say you gotta get up to get down. I say you gotta get down to get UP! I've been down. I'll be down. It happens! In fact, I hope there’s someone back there right now just itching to put me down on that canvas aaalllllllll the way down there! It's time for me to get UP! I'll be making my debut NEXT PRIME and the brand new Divewire Drone Cam is ready to help capture all the action!!!
The crowd cheers and starts to break into a chant of "get up get up get up", but Arlington cuts them short.
Divewire: But enough about me. Let's getcha back to ringside!!!
The camera flies down toward the ringside area circling the ring.
We return to ringside where we see commentary.
Mason: Don't look at me! You heard the man, let's go to ringside and the lovely Miss Stone!
Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 120 pounds... GABRIELLE VISCONTY!
The lights in the arena explode in strobing attack on the senses. As the beat hits, Gabi Vee walks out onto the entrance ramp and grins out energetically to the crowd. She nods as she looks over the crowd before Buddy Love walks out to join her. They both start heading down the ramp and towards the ring and Gabi interacts excitedly with the fans. She gracefully hops up on the side of the ring to look back out over the crowd before she springboards over the top rope to tumble fluidly into the ring.
Stone: 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
Gabby catches Narumi with a European uppercut. Three more back Narumi up against the ropes. Gabby whips Narumi off the opposite ropes. Narumi rebounds but Gabby is nowhere to be found until she launches off the rope with a springboard Superman punch. Narumi staggers until Gabby takes her over with a fisherman suplex before bridging into a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts an arm from the mat to break the count before bringing it down on Gabby’s gut with a right hand. Both stumble to their feet where Narumi smacks Gabby on the side of the read with a roundhouse kick. A dazed Gabby drops to one knee but manages to get back to her feet. She should probably have stayed down. The second she gets back to her feet, Narumi brings Gabby down to the mat with a fameasser. She rolls Gabby over and hooks the leg. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Gabby lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Mason: I thought that was it!
Livingston: Really? This early? Clearly Gabby V didn’t agree with you and she powered out of the cover. This match continues!
Both get to their feet where Narumi smacks Gabby in the chest with a knife edge chop that causes her to fall against the ropes. Narumi drags Gabby to her feet chopping her a second time that, again, knocks Gabby against the ropes. As Gabby pulls herself off the ropes, Narumi runs off the opposite ones. She throws herself at Gabby for a rear view but Gabby manages to grab Narumi around the waist. Gabby attempts a German suplex but Narumi manages to land on her feet and she smacks Gabby with a Master Sword that drops Gabby to the mat. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Gabby manages to lift an arm off the mat to break the count. Narumi gets to her feet and pulls Gabby to hers. Gabby manages to take Narumi down with a back drop. Narumi gets to her feet but she gets knocked down by a clothesline. Narumi pulls herself to her feet as Gabby kicks off the middle rope and flies in hitting a bulldog. Gabby rolls to the apron and springs to the top rope and laps into the ring hitting Narumi with an Angelbomb, Narumi springs backward crashing to the mat where Gabby crawls atop and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi’s foot lays on the rope breaking the count.
Mason: I don’t know if that was by luck or if Narumi Tsutsumi had the presence of mind to put her foot on the rope.!
Livingston: Nor me. All I know for sure is that one way or another, this match is still in progress!
Gabby lifts Narumi to her feet and whips her hard into the opposite corner. Gabby handsprings toward her cracking Narumi with a back elbow. Narumi staggers from the corner where Gabby takes her to the mat with a poisonrana. Gabby climbs to the top and leaps for The Falling. At the last second, Narumi rolls to safety and Gabby hits nothing but mat. Gabby pulls herself to her feet but the crash has given Narumi time to recover. She grabs Gabby pulling her into Paymon. Gabby crumples to the mat where Narumi makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!Mason: What a match! Narumi Tsutsumi starts the new season chalking up a big victory here tonight on Prime over Gabby V!
Livingston: It’s a big win but a half second later and this was a Visconty victory, If it wasn’t for that rope, this would have been a Visconty victory. That’s how close this one was.
Narumi starts to skip around the ring but stops as she feels pain from somewhere. Instead she performs a double deuce pose and rolls from the ring.
Mason: I do hope she's alright, she seems to be in some pain.
Livingston: I hear we can go to Jack Severn. He seems to be on a search.
The camera cuts to Jack Severn. Why not?
We cut backstage to see Jack Severn on the phone with someone...
Jack: I'm paying you a lot of extra money for this... and Next Level, I love them, but they're-
Suddenly, Jack is approached by Mark Paulson and Brian Knight of Next Level, both dressed like Sherlock Holmes.
Paulson: Hey boss, we still haven't found who attacked you... but we think we may have found a clue!
Knight pulls an ice cube out of his pocket.
Knight: Look! An ice cube! The attacker MUST be here!
Jack just kinda throws his hands up, confused.
Jack: Why would- Nevermind. Can't you two see I'm on the phone? Uh, how about you go investigate where you found the clue some more! Come back to me later with the results.
Paulson and Knight nod to each other.
Paulson: Back to catering!
They run off, and Jack rolls his eyes, getting back to his phone call.
Jack: -They're fucking idiots. So, Justin, between friends... can you do this favor for me? Alastor won't let me hire an outside investigator, says it's not in our budget or something... but you can! Just say it's for one of your other clients.
Jack pauses, hearing Justin Case's response.
Jack: Okay, fine, triple.
Another pause. Jack's face lights up.
Jack: Thank you so much! We can finally get to the bottom of this mystery!
Jack hangs up, and just as he does, he's approached by Joe Danes.
Joe: Hey, Jack, can we get a quick word about your match tonight against the EWC Undisputed Champion, Sally Talfourd?
Jack grins and his entire demeanor shifts as he realizes he's on camera. He puts his arm around Joe.
Jack: Well I'm glad you asked, Joey! Tonight is perhaps the biggest match I've ever had in my life. Yes, I've had some massive matches here in the EWC, lots and lots of title bouts, but each time, I've come up short. And the only time I've even come close to sniffing the Undisputed Championship was in the EWC Rumble. So to get a one on one match with the Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd, on the season premiere of Prime? It means the world to me, and I'm taking this match as seriously as a heart atta-
Jack stumbles over his words there, his voice breaking. He coughs to cover it up, and takes his arm off of Joe.
Jack: I mean, I didn't come here to lose. I've had three years of losing against champions here in the EWC, and I'm frankly sick of it. So I'm taking this opportunity that Jordan Sharpe gave me by the balls, and I ain't letting go. Sally will have to use all the magic she has left to make me disappear.
A smile once again creeps onto Jack's face.
Jack: And that goes for anyone in the EWC, including those in The House. I watch the show. I see what's going on. There's some things that need addressing, and some problems that need to be corrected. And while I'm putting all my focus on SalTal tonight... maybe it's time I visit one of these other shows to get some answers.
Jack winks at the camera.
Jack: I've been Prime's best kept secret for far too long, and I need to remind the rest of the EWC why I am THE Catalyst of Professional Wrestling, and why this IS The House That Jack Built. And one way or another, I'm ending 2024 with gold around my waist. 2024 is MY year!
Jack walks off, but quickly comes back.
Jack: Oh- and fuck Ace King.
Jack smirks and walks away again.
Jack: I'm paying you a lot of extra money for this... and Next Level, I love them, but they're-
Suddenly, Jack is approached by Mark Paulson and Brian Knight of Next Level, both dressed like Sherlock Holmes.
Paulson: Hey boss, we still haven't found who attacked you... but we think we may have found a clue!
Knight pulls an ice cube out of his pocket.
Knight: Look! An ice cube! The attacker MUST be here!
Jack just kinda throws his hands up, confused.
Jack: Why would- Nevermind. Can't you two see I'm on the phone? Uh, how about you go investigate where you found the clue some more! Come back to me later with the results.
Paulson and Knight nod to each other.
Paulson: Back to catering!
They run off, and Jack rolls his eyes, getting back to his phone call.
Jack: -They're fucking idiots. So, Justin, between friends... can you do this favor for me? Alastor won't let me hire an outside investigator, says it's not in our budget or something... but you can! Just say it's for one of your other clients.
Jack pauses, hearing Justin Case's response.
Jack: Okay, fine, triple.
Another pause. Jack's face lights up.
Jack: Thank you so much! We can finally get to the bottom of this mystery!
Jack hangs up, and just as he does, he's approached by Joe Danes.
Joe: Hey, Jack, can we get a quick word about your match tonight against the EWC Undisputed Champion, Sally Talfourd?
Jack grins and his entire demeanor shifts as he realizes he's on camera. He puts his arm around Joe.
Jack: Well I'm glad you asked, Joey! Tonight is perhaps the biggest match I've ever had in my life. Yes, I've had some massive matches here in the EWC, lots and lots of title bouts, but each time, I've come up short. And the only time I've even come close to sniffing the Undisputed Championship was in the EWC Rumble. So to get a one on one match with the Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd, on the season premiere of Prime? It means the world to me, and I'm taking this match as seriously as a heart atta-
Jack stumbles over his words there, his voice breaking. He coughs to cover it up, and takes his arm off of Joe.
Jack: I mean, I didn't come here to lose. I've had three years of losing against champions here in the EWC, and I'm frankly sick of it. So I'm taking this opportunity that Jordan Sharpe gave me by the balls, and I ain't letting go. Sally will have to use all the magic she has left to make me disappear.
A smile once again creeps onto Jack's face.
Jack: And that goes for anyone in the EWC, including those in The House. I watch the show. I see what's going on. There's some things that need addressing, and some problems that need to be corrected. And while I'm putting all my focus on SalTal tonight... maybe it's time I visit one of these other shows to get some answers.
Jack winks at the camera.
Jack: I've been Prime's best kept secret for far too long, and I need to remind the rest of the EWC why I am THE Catalyst of Professional Wrestling, and why this IS The House That Jack Built. And one way or another, I'm ending 2024 with gold around my waist. 2024 is MY year!
Jack walks off, but quickly comes back.
Jack: Oh- and fuck Ace King.
Jack smirks and walks away again.
The lights at the LA Coliseum all go dark. The crowd begins to use their cellphones to light up the area. The Mac-Tron lights up.
A picture in picture frame shows on the Mac-Tron. A hooded figure appears outside the LA Coliseum looking upwards towards the Olympic Rings.
A single spotlight shines as the hooded figure walks through the gates. The figure travels down through the crowd, the cellphones of the crowd lighting his path. Some try to get pics of the figure but a full face covering shields their view of the figure’s face. The hooded figure makes its way down to ringside, then climbs over the railing to stand on the announce table, grabbing a microphone as the music stops abruptly.
“I’m back.”
The figure takes off the face covering to reveal….
Robbie Rayder: “And Prime is Mine.”
Robbie drops the mic and heads back up the aisleway towards the locker room, looking over at the camera as he does.
Robbie Rayder: “Guess Candy forgot to mention that not just One Rayder was coming...”
Robbie turns around to look back towards the ring, then heads backstage.
SINGLES CONTEST
Jack Severn
Vs Sally Talfourd
Match Writer:
Mason: This is set to be a very interesting one! Shinijoshi’s newest member takes on the leader of The House, and not only is this great for Jack Severn’s championship aspirations, but we’ve got a special guest at commentary tonight – Severn’s manager, Alastor Gray! Alastor, how are you doing?!
Gray: It is in my best interest to put forth all eyes on both the Undisputed Champion, and Jack Severn. Jack has a lot at stake here, but I trust that he can get the job done.
Stone: The following match is a singles contest scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, 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.
The lights fade to blue and red. 'Lacrimosa' hits the speakers. After a wait for the music to build, at the first cresenIn time with the beat, Sally walks to the front of the stage, looking down to her feat. Slowly, as the blue lights fade and the crowd is awash with red, Sally raises one arm, lets out a sharp scream, then slowly makes her way to ringside.
Stone: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and twenty-five pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, she is the EWC Undisputed Champion, this is ”THE LAST MAGICIAN” SALLY TALFOURD!
Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, staring now to the space above the ring. Methodically, she climbs the steps, steps through the ropes and strides to the centre of the ring.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Severn presses the action against Talfourd, but it appears that the champion has other things on her mind as she backs up towards the ropes. Severn immediately looks skeptical as Niklaus Forbes calls for a break before anything has even begun. This prompts some boos from the Los Angeles fans, who were originally interested in seeing Talfourd compete tonight, but not if she’s doing that. Talfourd backs from the ropes and the two circle along the ring. They engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, and Severn immediately snags the arm of Talfourd and drags her into a fujiwara armbar! Talfourd yelps out in pain, planting her hands and knees on the mat and frontrolling, grabbing Severn in a headscissors. Severn takes the leg of Talfourd though, using his strength to slowly open the headscissors and place her leg on the mat– so he can squeeze his head free and elevate his body into a knee drop to the inner thigh of Talfourd! Talfourd screams out in pain as Severn takes the leg, pulling her back into a kneebar! Talfourd yells out in pain, as these two are giving a great technical display right now. Talfourd reaches for the ropes, but isn’t close at all. Severn keeps pulling on that leg, and Talfourd gets desperate and starts rolling them, but Severn rolls with her so the hold stays intact! Talfourd scoots back with all of her might, and FINALLY gets the bottom rope! Although it is common for a wrestler like Severn to take advantage of the five count rule and hold it until four – Severn lets go immediately? He approaches a grimacing Talfourd, who kicks him in the knee. Severn wobbles back as Talfourd rises to her feet and throws a punch, but Severn ducks under and hoists her up into a vicious Saito Suplex! If Talfourd wasn’t somewhat hurt before, she has to be now as her head bounces off the canvas with authority. She rolls away, trying to use the ropes, but Severn pulls her away before the referee can intervene. He grabs Talfourd by the head, hoisting her up for a beautiful snap vertical suplex. Severn floats over into the first cover of the night.
ONE!
Talfourd kicks out! As expected, Severn immediately grabs Talfourd into a headlock. Talfourd screams out in pain, reaching out. She tries to call for the fans to clap and will herself into this one, but as of right now it’s a 50/50 crowd. Some are trying to cheer the Undisputed Champion on, and the others aren’t quite impressed by the champion’s approach to this one just yet.. Talfourd starts to slowly bring herself up to the feet, still being squeezed from that headlock. She reaches up to Severn’s face, trying whatever she can to get an advantage. Severn takes note of this and applies more pressure on the headlock, while watching Talfourd’s hand.. Talfourd winds her hand back and TRIES for an eye poke to Severn, but she telegraphed it and Severn weaves it with his head, transitioning out of the headlock and tossing her with a sleeper suplex! Talfourd clutches the back of her head in pain, wheezing out as her attempts to cheat were easily thwarted there. She rolls out to the outside, and Severn wastes no time hitting off the ropes! He swiftly slides out of the ring and knocks Talfourd inside out with a beautiful lariat! Talfourd is hardly moving at this rate, and Severn picks her up. He throws Talfourd in and slides after her – only for Talfourd to roll out on the other side! Severn rises to his feet, agitated as Talfourd is practically running from him now. Severn approaches the ropes, rolling out, only for Talfourd to raise the apron skirt on him and trap him there!
Severn is trapped inbetween the apron skirt and the apron itself as Talfourd starts throwing punches with all of her might! The Primetime Catalyst is getting drowned by Talfourd’s punches as she’s letting all of her anger loose on him! Severn is stuck there, and Talfourd flies into a BEAUTIFUL dropkick! The back of Severn’s head whiplashes off the bottom rope, leaving him stunned. Talfourd nods and leaps into ANOTHER dropkick! Severn falls over this time, his face and body now covered by the apron skirt.. And Talfourd takes advantage of this by sending a knee into - no! Severn slides under just in time! He shoves Talfourd into the apron! Talfourd holds her ribs in pain, then Severn grabs her by the shoulders and throws her back-first into the barricade! Talfourd goes flying into the barricade which makes a massive thud, leaving a rowdy front row crowd to ask for more. Severn smirks at the cheering crowd and obliges, dragging Talfourd and throwing her back-first into the barricade again! But they’re not done! They want MORE! And once again, Severn obliges but this time, he takes Talfourd by the head and throws her HEAD FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! Talfourd is down and out, and Severn holds his arms out and to the surprise of many, the fans in the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum are CHEERING HIM!
Mason: Are we in Bizarro World?! The fans are on their feet for Jack Severn right now!
Livingston: These two have taken two completely different approaches to this match thus far, but Talfourd needs to get her head in the game!
Gray: ..We didn’t come here to be serenaded, Jack! We came here to win! Keep your eyes on the prize!
Severn drags Talfourd up and throws her into the ring. He hops onto the apron, looking around. Talfourd tries her hardest to get up, but is overwhelmed by the pain. Severn enters the ring, grabbing her up into a fireman’s carry - but Talfourd starts elbowing him! Talfourd elbows him again! She keeps elbowing him, and Severn falls to a knee. Talfourd bounces of the ropes, into a big time leg lariat! Severn gets smashed backwards, and Talfourd mounts him with some heavy punches. She’s getting agitated, and can barely keep her composure at this point. The referee warns her to keep her cool, and she shakes her head. She approaches Severn, who trips her onto her back! He grabs at the legs, grapevining them as he looks to turn into that figure four leglock.. But Talfourd finally gets the eyepoke! Severn staggers backwards, holding his eyes in pain as the referee gives another warning! Talfourd rises to her feet and flies into a spinning wheel kick in the corner! She pulls Severn out of the corner, ducking under him for a hammerlock. Severn wheezes out in pain as Talfourd holds the hammerlock in tight. Severn reaches for the ropes, still disoriented from the eye poke and then the kick.. And as Severn starts moving, Talfourd twists into a HAMMERLOCK LARIAT! She threw that with a lot of ferocity and intensity and it shows, because Severn has shown minimal signs of life after it! Talfourd gasps for air, blocking out the crowd as she pulls a mighty handful of Severn’s hair. Severn slaps at her hands desperately, feeling the pain from his hair being pulled at the scalp. Talfourd bounces off the ropes for momentum, and leaps right into the EITHER OR! Severn’s head gets smashes right into the knee of Talfourd, and Talfourd covers him, trying to end this one now!
ONE!
TWO!
SEVERN KICKS OUT!
Talfourd shrieks out in anger, and slaps the mat! She looks at the referee, questioning if that was really a two count. Severn is barely moving, and as he rolls over, Talfourd turns over and starts stomping him! She unleashes stomp after stomp, and Severn rolls for safety. Talfourd drags him up and goes for an irish whip but Severn counters it! Talfourd bounces out of the turnbuckles, groaning as she olds her back.. And Severn scoops her up in the air for a URANAGE SLAM! But as Talfourd hits the mat, Severn takes her legs and arms and frontrolls to deadlift her into a fireman’s carry! Severn marches around the ring with a big grin on her face, and the applause of Severn casually showcasing his strength shows.. Severn looks around and even pops a squat, for a BIGGER reaction from the crowd.. AND HE RUNS INTO THE DVD! THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER FLATTENS TALFOURD ON THE MAT! Severn backs up, hooking the leg as he desperately calls for the three count!
ONE!
TWO!
TALFOURD THROWS HER SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME!
It sucks the energy out of the building just a bit, but Severn shakes his head! He’s not finished, as he pulls Talfourd up and takes her in a front facelock.. But Talfourd swings out into a desperation russian legsweep! She sits Severn up, and wraps her legs around his head and takes the arm for a seated octopus stretch! Severn grits his teeth, groaning out in pain as Talfourd holds in the octopus stretch tight. Severn shakes his head, trying not to tap as the referee asks if he wants to give up. Severn slams his boot on the canvas, trying to roll out of it.. But Talfourd is persistent on keeping this octopus stretch on! Severn starts to roll, but Talfourd adjusts his roll in mid air, planting his shoulders on the mat and leaving his legs hanging in the air!
ONE!
TWO!
SEVERN BARELY GETS HIS ARM FREE FROM THE OCTOPUS STRETCH TO KICK OUT!
That was an extremely close one as Severn slowly rises to his feet, and Talfourd meets him with a plethora of forearm strikes to the jaw! Severn staggers, and Talfourd leans back for another, but Severn meets her with a nasty headbutt! Talfourd falls to the bottom rope, dazed. Talfourd rolls over, crawling to the bottom turnbuckle as Severn grabs the legs.. Talfourd holds onto the bottom turnbuckle though, refusing to let Severn pull her off! Severn keeps pulling and pulling, but Talfourd refuses to let go! Severn finally uses all of his strength to YANK her off, but the bottom turnbuckle pad comes flying too! Severn sees it go, as does the referee as he quickly panics to grab it.. Severn is about to turn back to Talfourd, until he looks down and TALFOURD LOW BLOWS HIM! NO! SEVERN CATCHES HER ARM! Talfourd looks up to Severn in shock, because she just got caught red handed! Severn turns himself, twisting the arm of Talfourd! Talfourd shrieks out, trying to get free! And then Severn yanks her forward, grabbing her into a front facelock.. NIGHTMARE FUEL! THE SPIKE DDT CONNECTS, ADOPTED RIGHT FROM MELODY MALONE! Severn crambles over, covering the shoulders and hooking the leg! He calls for the referee, who wanted to put the turnbuckle pad back, but now he’s gotta toss it aside to count the cover! The referee finally slides to the count!
ONE!
TWO!
T–TALFOURD KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME!
Everyone in the arena collectively gasps at how close that one was! Severn looks at the referee, exasperated, because he might’ve won that thing if the referee didn’t take so long!
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
This sold out arena is making themselves be heard, as this match keeps getting more and more heated! Talfourd is hardly even moving after that DDT, still trying to regain her bearings. Severn looks around, truly wondering what he has to do now. He looks over to Talfourd and grabs her into a front facelock, slowly muscling her up as her attempts to deadweight fail.. Severn looks around, hooking the leg of Talfourd and hoisting her up vertically! Severn nods, for the CATALYST CRUSHER- BUT TALFOURD DROPS HERSELF BACK DOWN! She rakes the eyes of Severn! Severn yelps out in pain, and Talfourd pulls him down into an inside cradle!
ONE!
TALFOURD PULLS THE TIGHTS!
TWO!
THREE–
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THE REFEREE SEES TALFOURD GRABBING SEVERN’S TIGHTS AND STOPS HIS HAND JUST IN TIME!
Talfourd genuinely cannot believe it, as the pin gets called off! The referee reminds her of the amount of times that he’s warned her! She’s on her knees, pleading with the referee not to call this one off! Once again, the champions attempts to cheat have been thwarted and as she rises to her feet.. LARIATTOOOOO FROM JACK SEVERN! Talfourd is knocked right onto her neck! But somehow, she finds a way to get right back up to her feet.. As Severn bounces off the ropes repeatedly, and LEAPS INTO THE DAMNDEST CODEBREAKER HE’S EVER HIT! Talfourd BOUNCES off of Severn’s knees and literally flies to the other side of the ring! Talfourd is not moving, meanwhile the fans are literally in shock at how far Talfourd went off of that! Severn holds his knees, Talfourd’s jaw driving into it even harder than he could’ve imagined. Severn slaps the mat as he rises to his feet though, letting out a mighty warcry! He knows he’s got this one over with! Severn takes Talfourd up and looks around. He takes a second to bask in the reaction– something he doesn’t normally experience, as almost everyone in this building are standing on their feet in hopes of what could be one of the biggest upsets this year! Severn lifts Talfourd upside down, hooking the leg for the CATALYST CRUSHER! BUT TALFOURD FREES HERSELF! She stumbles backwards, and Severn charges in.. ONLY FOR TALFOURD TO YANK HIM DOWN WITH A DROP TOE HOLD INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! Severn’s mouth eats steel, as BLOOD STARTS SPEWING ALL OVER THE MAT! Severn rolls away, writhing in pain as he’s still spitting out blood! Talfourd looks at the blood shed that she’s caused, but the champion doesn’t seem to have much remorse! She’ll do anything to keep her championship.. And she rises to her feet, taking the ropes.. SHE SPRINGBOARDS UP!
AND SHE FLIES INTO HIGH HOPES ONTO JACK SEVERN!
BUT SEVERN MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!
TALFOURD EATS CANVAS – AND BLOOD! She bounces off the mat for just a slight second, holding her ribs as she kicks her legs in pain!
Severn is in immense pain, and so is Talfourd! Both of these two are down, and now the fans are truly rocking in anticipation of what’s to come next!
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
Mason: DO YOU HEAR THEM?! This is as rowdy of a crowd as you can get for Prime’s season premiere! Severn and Talfourd are quite literally giving it their all!
Livingston: They may be giving it their all, but Severn’s luck may run out on him very soon! If he doesn’t capitalize, Talfourd will find a way to take advantage – like she just did!
Gray: Come on, Severn! She’s HURT! TAKE ADVANTAGE!
Severn grabs onto the ropes, looking around to the cheering crowd and nods his head. He looks around, slashing his thumb across his throat to call for the end! Talfourd looks up to Severn, not quite with much left in the tank.. Severn yanks Talfourd up and starts clubbing her with punches to the back of the head! Talfourd is wheezing out in pain, and Severn grabs her in a front facelock! He crosses the legs, lifting Talfourd up vertically.. Severn marches around the ring to put the finishing touches.. AND HE DROPS INTO THE CATALYST CRUSHER! TALFOURD IS DOWN AND OUT! SEVERN FLOATS OVER INTO THE COVER, COUNTING ALONG WITH THE REFEREE!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE–
TALFOURD KICKS OUT! TALFOURD KICKS OUT!
Severn runs his hands through his hair– he– he can’t believe it. Talfourd is still somehow in this one, and Severn rises to his feet and starts SLAMMING his boot into her stomach! He keeps stomping and stomping, and Talfourd starts to cling her entire body to the ropes! The referee starts counting, and makes it to three before Severn finally stops! He paces around, looking at Talfourd slowly prying her body from the ropes.. Talfourd is on her fours, as Severn leans back in the corner.. There’s one move that is likely to come after the Catalyst Crusher.. And Severn pats his kneepad, and even opens it up a bit.. But if you can get a closer look, the kneepad ISN’T loaded?! Severn is determined to do this one clean, and on his own accord! Talfourd slowly rises to her feet.. AND SEVERN CHARGES INTO THE SILENCER!
Talfourd moves out of the way just in time, for a schoolboy rollup! THIS TIME, SHE PUTS HER FEET ON THE ROPES!
ONE!
TWO!
THR–SEVERN KICKS OUT!
Both rise and Severn swings a lariat, but Talfourd leaps onto his arms and TOSSES HIM DOWN WITH A CRUCIFIX BOMB! Talfourd plants the shoulders firmly to the canvas as Severn is kicking his legs, trying to get free! It’s a legitimate fight between the two over the shoulders, and Talfourd finally gets them down for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Severn kicks out!
The fight over the shoulders gave Severn enough time to prepare, and both rise. Severn rocks her with a punch to the jaw, and Talfourd meets him with a forearm! Severn nails another punch, and Talfourd gets another forearm! She gets another forearm! And Severn is leaning on the ropes, as Talfourd takes the wrist for an irish whip, but Severn reverses it! He looks for a back body drop but Talfourd flies into a sunset flip! She can’t bring Severn down, though! Severn looks down to Talfourd and tries to drop into a kneeling pin but Talfourd moves out of the way just in time! Severn falls to his knees, quickly rising, albeit hunched over as Talfourd takes the head! She looks around and snaps into the LIGHTS OUT! Severn gets spiked right onto his neck, but rolls towards the ropes just like Talfourd did earlier. She shakes her head, knowing Severn is just buying himself time. She’s smart enough to not waste time on the pin, and instead starts to pull Severn up.. Severn falls to a knee, hardly in it at this point. She takes Severn by the head and leans his body downwards.. Talfourd calls for THE OUTRO! BUT SEVERN SWINGS FREE AND TAKES THE WAIST OF TALFOURD!
Talfourd is wiggling her hands! Severn holds that waistlock in tight! Talfourd tries to stomp the foot of Severn, but he moves it! She tries the other, but Severn moves that one! Talfourd is screaming and shrieking, calling for the referee to get Severn off of her! Finally, Severn forces Talfourd forward for an O’Connor Roll, but Talfourd GRABS the referee’s shirt, pulling him with them! Severn looks at Talfourd, yelling “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” as the referee cowers, trying to free Talfourd’s grasp onto her hand!
Mason: What the hell?! Talfourd got the referee’s shirt!
Livingston: Just like I said! Talfourd is going to do anything to take a victory here!
Gray: JACK.. DON’T BE STUPID!
With the referee covered, TALFOURD SWINGS HER LEG BACKWARDS INTO THE BALLS OF SEVERN! BUT SEVERN MOVES JUST IN TIME! Severn tries to react – but her leg drives right into his groin! Severn falls over, wheezing out in pain. He coughs out, falling onto his back as he kicks his legs onto the mat in pain. The referee staggers away from Talfourd in shock, as she takes the ropes and springboards up!
AND THE HIGH HOPES CONNECTS FROM TALFOURD! THE MOONSAULT LANDS FLUSH ON THE RIBS OF SEVERN, AND HIS HOPES OF BEATING TALFOURD MAY HAVE BEEN CRUSHED!
She rolls over, hooking the legs for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall ... SALLY TALFOURD!!!Mason: OH COME ON! It took a mountain for Sally Talfourd to take down Jack Severn, but she finally gets it done! Severn played it straight the whole match, only for Talfourd to leave with the win!
Livingston: I knew it, and I called it! Jack Severn knows that you can’t take high road – and he paid for it! What’s your thoughts, Alastor?!
Alastor says nothing and gets up, headed over to the ring to assist Severn out and call for some more help for the bleeding man. Severn is helped to the back as he looks back at the ring with contempt in his eyes, meanwhile Sally Talfourd parades her victory in the ring as if it was an earned title defense. She climbs the top rope and raises her title to the dismay of many, but a somewhat mixed reaction as there are still who aren’t very fond of Severn.
Mason: Ooh, tough crowd!
Livingston: Here's hoping the crowd will be far more favourable in our main event which is next.
The camera fades out.
We return to ringside where the anticipation is clear for tonight’s main event..
Mason: It’s officially main event time! The Silent Discotecnicos put the EWC World Tag Team Championships up for grabs in a big time WrestleFest rematch!
Reid: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the EWC World Tag Team Championships!
The familiar old school synth of 'Chase' by Giorgio Moroder hits and The Heat Packers come strutting out, holding up their index fingers and talking trash to the crowd.
Reid: From Memphis, Tennessee, representing The House.... "Dynamite" Dan Funk! "Beautiful" Brodie Dawson! THE HEAT PACKERS!!!
The Heat Packers get to the ring and pose in the corner, Dan on the ropes and Brodie on the top rope, holding up their index fingers and talking more trash, asking the crowd "who's the best tag team on the planet?!"
Reid: And their opponents, from Puebla City Mexico, representing Shinijoshi… “"The Technicolour Tecnico" El Pablo! "El Asesino Silencioso" Vertigo! They are the EWC World Tag Team Champions ... THE SILENT DISCOTECNICOS!!!
'All of the Lights' by Kanye West hits the soundsystem as dry ice slowly spreads across a stage bathed in rainbow-coloured spotlights. As the drums kick in, those spotlights become bedazzled with strobe lights flickering throughout the arena as the Silent Discotecnicos step out through the curtain; El Pablo a bundle of energy, Vertigo a lot more measured and stoic with his masked face focused on the ring, both men's attire adorned with a pair of multicoloured Skittles-branded headphones.
After a brief pause, the two set off towards the ring, Pablo bounding ahead and slapping hands with the fans as he completes a full circuit of the ringside area before reuniting with his brother at the base of the ramp. Here, the Technicolour Tecnico whips off his headphones before more carefully removing Vertigo's, handing both to a pair of excited kids in the crowd before both brothers dart under the ropes and into the ring. Pablo hops to his feet and leaps up the turnbuckle, tossing a fistful of Skittles into the crowd as Vertigo slithers into their designated corner before his brother finally rejoins him and the two prepare for battle.
Livingston: The Heat Packers have a prime opportunity to get their championships back tonight, but will they able to do it!?
DING DING DING
The bell sounds and Dan Funk and El Pablo start this one off, just like in their first matchup. The two immediately engage in a collar and elbow tie-up, but Funk TOSSES Pablo backwards! Pablo rolls, looking at Funk, shaking his head at his power. He rises and the two lock up again, but this time Pablo transitions to a side headlock. Funk takes Pablo to the ropes and sends him off. Funk looks for a shoulder block, but Pablo slides through the legs and catches him with a dropkick! Funk rises and Pablo tosses him with a tilt a whirl headscissors takedown! Funk is up again and swings for Pablo, who leaps onto the shoulders! He tries for the Taste The Rainbow immediately, but Funk POWERBOMBS him down! Pablo writhes in pain, and Funk mounts him with some nasty punches and stomps. He drags Pablo up and brings him to his corner. Dawson tags in and the two lean Pablo on the ropes, irish whipping him off for a big time flapjack! Pablo holds his jaw in pain, and Funk steps out. Dawson goes for the cover.
ONE!
Pablo kicks out. Dawson grabs Pablo in a headlock, but Pablo finds a way to bring himself up! He takes Dawson to the ropes, sending him off! Dawson swings a clothesline but Pablo ducks under and dropkicks him down! Dawson rises and Pablo takes the wrist, giving him an open hand slap to the chest! Pablo runs up the middle, then top rope and THROWS HIM ACROSS FOR AN ARMDRAG! Pablo backs up into Vertigo who tags him, and Vertigo steps in. Dawson charges the two and gets a kick to the gut by both, then a double suplex! Dawson holds his back in pain, and Pablo steps out. Vertigo approaches Dawson, grabbing him by the arm. He floats over into a short armscissors, and Dawson grimaces in pain. He smacks his hand on the canvas, reaching out as Vertigo pulls back on that arm. Funk is yelling instructions on the apron, as Dawson is trying to sit up. Vertigo slams his leg on the forehead of Dawson, pulling back on that arm. Dawson finds it in him, rolling Vertigo over.
ONE!
Vertigo kicks out, but Dawson starts to deadlift him off of the canvas! Dawson raises Vertigo up high, BUT VERTIGO SENDS HIM FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A HURRICANRANA! Dawson holds his back as he slowly rises.. And he looks up as El Pablo flies off the apron with a SOMERSAULT SENTON! Funk complains to the referee about that, and decides to take matters in his own hands! He enters the ring and turns Vertigo around and SPIKES HIM INTO THE CANVAS WITH A DDT! Pablo looks up to this and immediately slides in to retaliate! And the non-legal men engage into a vicious back and forth brawl! They’re throwing hands, and the referee is trying his hardest to break this up! Pablo and Funk are going at it, and Pablo shoves Funk back! Funk tries to stop him, and Pablo flies into a forearm that drops him! Funk rises and Pablo clotheslines Funk to the outside! Dawson slides in and throws Pablo out of the ring! He turns around and Vertigo meets him with an elbow, and he meets Vertigo with a punch. Now the two engage in a hockey fight, but Dawson knees Vertigo in the ribs. He takes him by the head and turns him, tossing him with a belly to back suplex! Funk slowly pulls himself up onto the apron, and Dawson tags in Funk. Funk enters the ring and the two drag up Vertigo. They irish whip him, and Funk brings Vertigo down with a drop toe hold and Dawson jumps into an elbow drop to the back! Dawson rolls Vertigo over and Funk makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Vertigo kicks out!
Mason: Solid tag team action from the challengers, but Vertigo lives on!
Livingston: The Heat Packers are just heating up! Don't you worry!
Dawson picks Vertigo up, shaking his head. Vertigo meets him with a punch to the ribs. He shoves him to the ropes! Dawson swings for Vertigo and he jumps behind him, throwing him out the ring! Vertigo hits the ropes, but Funk follows behind with a knee to the back! Vertigo staggers forward, and Dawson slides in and drops him with a lariat! Pablo, rising on the apron calls for the referee to do something about that. Funk stomps him out repeatedly, and Dawson tags himself in to get some stomps in. They go round around, until Funk is back in the ring. He drags Vertigo up and looks to lift him for a suplex – but Vertigo floats behind him! Funk turns behind and grabs Vertigo by the waist! Vertigo elbows him. He elbows him again! He breaks free and tries to leap, but Funk catches his legs! Vertigo falls flat on his face and Funk turns him over.. But Vertigo kicks him back to the turnbuckles! Dawson tags himself in, charging in as Vertigo crawls.. AND HE LEAPS INTO THE TAG TO EL PABLO!
El Pablo slingshots in and drops Dawson with a clothesline! Funk tries to stop him and Pablo ducks under, and flies into a forearm! Pablo drags Funk up and throws him to the outside! Pablo steps out and climbs up the top rope.. Dawson slowly rises, and PABLO FLIES INTO A CROSSBODY! Funk is trying to get up, and Pablo grabs the ropes and slingshots over into a pescado on Funk! Pablo slaps the barricade, and the crowd is rocking! Pablo slides in, dragging Funk up, but Funk headbutts him! Pablo staggers backwards, and Funk knees him hard into the ribs. He takes the wrist and irish whips him off, sending him inside out with a lariat! Funk quickly drags Pablo up, and hoists him up for a BIG TIME BRAINBUSTER! Pablo is hardly in it, as Funk makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
PABLO KICKS OUT!
Funk shakes his head, trying to have gotten the match over with immediately. He grabs a handful of Pablo’s mask and starts beating into him with some nasty punches. Pablo covers up, but Funk is still beating into him. Pablo leans on the ropes. Funk takes the wrist of Pablo and irish whips him off. He swings for a lariat, but Pablo slides under! Funk turns back and Pablo swings behind him for a tilt a whirl- but Funk holds onto him and DROPS into a pendulum backbreaker! Funk twists Pablo up onto his shoulder straight into a powerslam! The crowd are in awe at that combo, and Funk rises to his feet and DROPS A KNEE on the throat of Pablo! Funk smirks, calling for Dawson. And as he looks to grab Pablo up - Pablo pulls him into an inside cradle!
ONE!
TWO!
DAWSON KICKS OUT!
Both rise, and Funk ducks under to grab the waist for an o’connor roll! Pablo holds onto the ropes and Funk backrolls to his feet. He charges into Pablo who elbows him back. Funk staggers back to Pablo’s side of the ring, and Vertigo nails him with an enzuigiri to the jaw! Funk turns back, and Pablo bounces off the ropes, twirling around Funk for a SATELLITE DDT! Pablo nods his head, crawling over to Vertigo to make the tag.. But Dawson swings around the ring and pulls Vertigo off the apron! Dawson and Vertigo trade punches! Vertigo shoves Dawson back, and Dawson TOSSES HIM WITH A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX INTO THE STEEL STEPS! Vertigo is flattened on the floor! Pablo looks out in shock, and Funk grabs Pablo from behind with a BACKDROP SUPLEX! Funk rises to his feet, calling Dawson over! Dawson hops to the apron, for the tag! Funk slowly crawls over to him.. And tags him in Funk drags Pablo up as he works himself up, placing Pablo on the top rope. Funk climbs the top rope with Pablo, lifting him up.. Dawson rushes over to the otherside!
SUPERPLEX FROM DAN FUNK!
BRODIE FLIES WITH A SPLASH AFTERWARDS!
GREETINGS FROM THE SOUTH CONNECTS!
Pablo writhes in pain, and Brodie makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR–VERTIGO SOMEHOW FLIES IN TO BREAK THE PIN! HOW?!
Mason: VERTIGO SAVES THE MATCH FOR EL PABLO!
Livingston: I felt that superplex all the way from here! The champions are going to need to keep up if they don't want to lose their titles!
Neither of The Heat Packers can believe it as they thought they got rid of Vertigo, and they drag him up.. They start pummeling Vertigo’s back, and lift him up for a double suplex.. But Vertigo brings himself back down! The two fight for it again, but Vertigo stands his ground.. And finally, he lifts the two up for a DOUBLE SUPLEX ON THE HEAT PACKERS! The crowd roar at the strength of Vertigo, and all four men are down! Pablo is still in pain, and Vertigo is hurt and exhausted! Funk rolls out, while Dawson is struggling up to his feet. Vertigo crawls to the ropes, trying to get Pablo up.. But Dawson finds his way up and clobbers Vertigo’s back!
Vertigo falls to the floor and Dawson grabs Pablo by the mask. He takes the head, looking for his patented Tornado DDT, but Pablo tosses him to his feet! Dawson swings a lariat but Pablo rolls under! Dawson turns back, charging into Pablo! Pablo kicks the gut and takes Dawson’s head, hoisting him up for a FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! He rolls through with Dawson, lifting him up for a GOURDBUSTER – WE’RE GOING DRAGONFISHIN! Dawson is out of it, and Pablo rolls him over for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR–
FUNK PULLS PABLO OUT OF THE RING!
Funk grabs Pablo, trying for a piledriver.. But out of nowhere Vertigo runs off the steps into a CROSSBODY ONTO FUNK! Pablo falls back, gasping as he slides back in.. And Dawson pulls him down with a schoolboy rollup! He grabs the tights!
ONE!
TWO!
PABLO KICKS OUT!
Funk rises, swinging for Pablo! Pablo ducks under, lifting him up for a HIGH ANGLE BACK SUPLEX! Funk holds his head, forcing himself back up.. Pablo ducks under him and leaps up the middle rope onto his shoulders, pulling him down for a victory roll - but Funk holds onto him.. And as he tries to force him up, Pablo transitions to a WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER! Funk holds his jaw. Vertigo rushes over, hopping the apron. Pablo drags Funk up and nails him with some forearm strikes. Funk covers up but it’s no use, as Pablo takes in Vertigo. Vertigo slingshots in. Pablo shoves Funk into the corner and dropkicks his legs out, forcing him to seat! Vertigo then follows with a roundhouse kick to keep Funk at bay! Pablo backs up and Vertigo follows him.. Pablo charges forward and VERTIGO TOSSES HIM WITH A MONKEY FLIP INTO FUNK! CANNONBALLL!!!!! Pablo’s lower body crashes right into the jaw of Funk, and he plops to the mat, rolling out as Vertigo drags Funk out for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
FUNK BARELY KICKS OUT!
The velocity and momentum of Pablo was too much for Funk, and it almost put him out for the count of three! Vertigo grabs Funk by the head and yanks him into a front facelock. Funk reaches out, wincing in pain. He takes the waist of Vertigo and slams him back first into the turnbuckles! Funk staggers out, and Vertigo follows after him, leaping onto his back! He tries for a sleeper, but Funk tosses him over his shoulder! Vertigo turns back and Funk swings for a lariat, but VERTIGO DRAGS HIM INTO A FUJIWARA ARMBAR! Funk screams out in pain, and Vertigo tries to transition over into a crossface but Funk transitions into a pinfall!
ONE!
TWO!
VERTIGO KICKS OUT!
The two rise to their feet and Funk charges in but VERTIGO THROWS HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST! Funk slowly turns, and Vertigo places Funk’s leg over his head.. AND TOSSES HIM INTO THE ASHES OF ICARUS! Funk is out cold! Vertigo crawls over, rolling Funk cover the cover..
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE…
DAWSON PUTS FUNK’S LEG ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
THIS MATCH LIVES ON!
Mason: AND NOW IT'S DAWSON'S TURN TO SAVE THE MATCH FOR THE TEAM! WOW!
Livingston: I thought it was over there, I won't lie to you! Somehow this is still going, and I LOVE IT!
No one can believe it, but this still keeps going! Dawson slowly climbs onto the apron and Vertigo tries to grab him, but Dawson pulls him down with a hotshot on the top rope! Vertigo holds his throat, coughing out in pain. Dawson takes advantage of everyone’s struggle and digs under the ring, grabbing a table. He marches around the ring, setting it up. Dawson then rushes over to tag Funk’s back and enters the ring, muscling his partner up. Dawson clobbers Vertigo, and drags him up.. He tosses him to the ropes, and spins into a SPINEBUSTER! Funk is slowly getting up, and pushes himself to the middle rope. Dawson tucks Vertigo’s head into his thighs for the Piledriver, but Vertigo stalls it! Both men fight, and they’re hunched over, struggling.
Funk still stands on the top rope, pointing and calling for him.. But in the distance, El Pablo enters the ring.. HE LEAPS ONTO DAWSON’S BACK, AND CATAPULTS UP TO FUNK FOR THE TASTE THE RAINBOW OFF THE TOP ROPE! DAWSON GOES FLYING OFF THE TOP AND INTO VERTIGO AND DAWSON! BOTH MEN CRASH AND THE CROWD CAN’T BELIEVE IT! Pablo rushes over, grabbing Vertigo and throwing him on top of Dawson! THE REFEREE SLIDES TO THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THR–DAWSON BARELY KICKS OUT!
Pablo shakes his head, grabbing Vertigo and pulling him to his corner. Pablo steps out and tags Vertigo! Pablo enters the ring, nodding his head! Dawson struggles up, and punches Pablo in the ribs. Pablo forearms him. The two trade shots, meanwhile the referee is trying to get Funk and Vertigo out of hte ring. The two keep trading shots, and Dawson knees Pablo in the ribs. He hits the ropes and Pablo meets him with a lariat against the ropes! Dawson wobbles off, and Pablo bounces off again! BUT DAWSON TOSSES HIM WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK! Pablo is turned inside out, and Dawson grabs Pablo by the head. He looks around, running up the top rope for the Tornado DDT! But Pablo tosses him to his feet! Dawson spins out and goes for a discus lariat, but Pablo ducks under! Pablo leaps up the middle rope! Dawson follows after and clubs the back!
He turns, lifting Pablo in an electric chair. He marches to the center but Pablo pulls him down with a victory roll! Dawson breaks free before the referee can count and both men are up. Pablo dives into a crossbody, but Dawson holds onto him! Dawson nods his head, but Pablo pops free! He lands behind Dawson.. AND LEAPS UP THE MIDDLE ROPE TO SPRINGBOARD INTO THE FURRY NINJA STRIKE! The kick lands flush on the back of Dawson’s head! Dawson rolls over, writhing in pain. Pablo nos his head, gasping for air. He calls Dawson up, wanting to end this on his own terms! Dawson slowly rises, as Pablo charges into the TASTE THE RAINBO– NO! Dawson flips him back to his feet! Dawson elbows Pablo’s jaw! Dawson gets desperate, trying for a piledriver on Pablo..
But Vertigo is back in the ring and JUMPS into a neckbreaker! Funk is still out on the outside, but he’s struggling, trying to get up to his feet.. And Vertigo flies over into a TORNILLO! Vertigo shows some more aerial work as he is trying to do whatever it takes to get a victory! Vertigo rushes over to the other side of the ring, calling for the tag! Pablo rushes over and tags Vertigo. Vertigo steps in and Pablo drags Dawson up. Vertigo lifts Dawson up in a bearhug like hold, and Pablo hits the ropes for the SPINNING WHEEL KICK! THE ART ATTACK CONNECTS!
Pablo calls for Vertigo to make the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEEE—
FUNK BREAKS THE PIN!
Pablo gets on top of Funk and the two start brawling to the corner! Funk and Pablo keep brawling, and Funk forces Pablo up the top rope! Pablo keeps punching at Funk! The two are trading punches, and Funk tries to climb up with Pablo – but Pablo shoves him off! Pablo rises to the top rope, perched atop for a dive of his own.. BUT TOBACCO FLIES INTO THE FACE OF PABLO! PABLO SHRIEKS IN PAIN..
AS DAN FUNK JUST GAVE PABLO A JOJO RUSH-LIKE TOBACCO SPIT TO THE FACE.. AND PABLO FLIES OFF THE TOP THROUGH THAT TABLE DAWSON SET UP EARLIER!
THE HEAT PACKERS PLANNED THAT OUT, REVENGE FOR WRESTLEFEST!
Mason: EL PABLO GOES FLYING OFF THE TOP ROPE THROUGH THE TABLE! JUST LIKE PABLO PUT DAWSON OFF THE TOP ROPE WITH THE SKITTLES MIST!
Livingston: TURNABOUT'S FAIR PLAY! I THINK THE HEAT PACKERS ARE ABOUT TO CLOSE IN ON A VICTORY HERE!
Vertigo crawls behind Dawson, grabbing the waist! But Dawson elbows him back! Vertigo slowly turns back and Funk is up to his feet, grabbing the head as he lifts him upside down for the PILEDRIVER! Vertigo’s head bounces off the canvas, and Dawson marches over. He steps to the apron, calling for a tag and Funk tags him. Dawson climbs the top rope..
Funk lifts Vertigo up and tucks his head into his thighs. He elevates his head slightly away from the mat.. AND DROPS INTO A GANSO BOMB! AND DAWSON FLIES INTO A 450 LEGDROP! FIVE STAR FINISH! STRAIGHT TO THE COVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEE!
DING DING DING
Reid: And your winner, via pinfall and NEW EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ... THE HEAT PACKERS!!!Funk jumps onto Dawson, hugging him as the two rise to their feet! They raise their arms up high, and the EWC World Tag Team Championships are handed to them. The Heat Packers raise their championship back up as they’re back to being champions again! Vertigo is helped out of the ring, as he tends to the knocked out Pablo outside the ring.
Mason: It’s a callback from WrestleFest, but The Heat Packers are World Tag Team Champions AGAIN! There may be some controversy with how that one ended, but the Heat Packers got it done and that’s all that matters!
Livingston: What a reign for the Silent Discotecnicos! Only a month! They may have fought their heart out at WrestleFest, but they were outsmarted and outwrestled by the BEST TAG TEAM IN THE WORLD.. THE HEAT PACKERS!
Mason: What a way to close a hell of a night! New Tag Team Champions! We are out of time here tonight but join us in a couple of weeks for more EWC Prime!
The Camera fades out
END SCREEN
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