PRIME #117 - DALLAS

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WARNING: This live event contains stunts performed by professionals or under the supervision of professionals and maybe unsuitable for younger viewers. Accordingly, EWC and its producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed in this live event.

The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #117
FEBRUARY 18TH 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's

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LIVE! from the American Airlines Center Arena in Dallas, Texas!

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, Aeon Khronos, NEVAEH, Gabi Vee, Candy, Narumi Tsutsumi, The EWC Indy Champion Callie Clark, The EWC World Tag Team Champions The Heat Packers and the EWC 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 ..

TONIGHT WE GET SOME HOUSE ON HOUSE ACTION!

GIVE ME GABI VEE!!!!!

CANDY IS GONNA PUT BRUCE BACK IN HIS BOOTH!

THE LAST TEMPATION IS ABOUT TO TAKE OUT THE LAST MAGICIAN!!!

The camera centers on ringside at the American Airlines Center, 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: Howdy all! Welcome to Dallas and welcome to Prime! 

Livingston: I have been looking forward to this show since the last one ended. Then, when I saw the card, I've been like a young child at Christmas. I can not wait to open this up! 

Mason: You talk about 'open up' we open up with Cassie Wolf as she takes on the big and damn near unstoppable Morden Crypt. Following that, Divewire looks to cause a big upset over Gabi Vee in what should be a hell of a match then we have Narumi Tsutsumi battle relative newcomer Marquis Hathaway! 

Livingston: After those we have Candy looking to beat down Bruce Booth in a match that I feel could go any way. We have some House on House action as Heat Packers battle, if you can call it that, battle with Jack Severn and Indy Champion Callie Clark. And, in our main event, it's Sally Talfourd in a non title contest with Dalilah Ashe. I can not wait! 

Mason: Nor can I! This may be one of the best episodes of Prime we've ever had! 

Livingston: I can not even guess the winners. Sally Talfourd versus Dalilah Ashe could go either way. Divewire is on a bit of a roll but Gabi Vee has a hell of a lot of match experience. She's probably forgotten more than Divewire knows about wrestling at this point. 

Mason: Then we have Bruce Booth against Candy. Candy is another with a lot of big match experience and then there's Bruce Booth who's ego is bigger than the Hollywood sign. 

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John gives Eric a huge pat on the back as we fade to the EWCTV commercial

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We return to see Eric Mason sitting on the commentary desk with a bucket of popcorn.

Eric Mason: Welcome back to Prime! I sit here with bated breath as we've been told our Undisputed Champion is about to join us. I have a feeling this is going to be worth watching.  

In the vast expanse of the American Airlines Centre, the air hums with palpable anticipation, swirling like a tempest within the souls of the gathered crowd. Bodies press against each other, a mosaic of humanity woven with threads of eager excitement. Neon lights cascade over the arena, casting ethereal hues upon the sea of faces, each one a story waiting to unfold. Voices rise and fall in a symphony of chatter, punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional roar of approval. In this electric atmosphere, time seems to stretch and contract, as if caught in the throes of anticipation. After stepping through the ropes – enough to earn the cheers of the crowd - Quinn Stone confidently walks to the centre of the ring, microphone in one hand and a palm card in the other. Reading from the card, she brings the mic to her mouth.

Quinn Stone: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to welcome to the ring … the Voice of the Magic … the Light for the People … the Queen of EWC and STILL Undisputed Champion … the Last Magican …

Stone flicks the palm card, it goes sailing out the ring to the floor. She continues in a flat and monotone voice.

Quinn Stone: Sally. Talfourd.

After a moment’s pause, a symphony of drums echoes through the air, rhythmic and purposeful drumbeats blast out across the arena. The Extreme-tron changes to the façade of Gyeongbokgung Palace, a walled castle with three archway entrances. From the centre archway, which aligns to the curtain backstage, a procession of royal guards from the Joseon Dynasty enters clad in resplendent traditional uniforms, move with a deliberate grace, their steps echoing through the courtyard. A symphony of rustling fabric and ceremonial drumbeats fills the air. With measured steps and precise movements, the guards perform their tradition and honour. Spears gleam in the fading arena lights, catching glimpses of the past in their polished surfaces. They each move to form a guard of honour from stage to ramp, a dazzling display of blue, red, and yellow flags. The air is thick with anticipation, each spectator holding their breath in anticipation of the moment.

Then, from behind the curtain, the victorious and conquering magician Sally Talfourd emerges. No edgy t-shirt this time, no title visible, just Sally dressed up in her most elaborate hanbok - a masterpiece of craftsmanship, each delicate fold and intricate embroidery a testament to the artistry of generations past. She is a vision of timeless elegance, every stitch a whisper of heritage. She moves with a grace that captivates all who behold her, each step a rustle of silk sings a melody of grace and poise, echoing through the streets like a serenade to the senses.

Eric Mason: Sally is really bringing the history to life here.

John Livingston: Eric, these are the royal guards of the Joseon Dynasty. In Korean, they are referred to as the Wang-gung Sum-un-jang …

Eric Mason: That just rolled off your tongue, didn’t it … are those palm cards you’re holding?

John Livingston: … no. Oh look! That flag has the Joseon seal. The Joseon dynasty reigned from 1392 to …

Making her way down the ramp, Sally is followed by her gungnyeo – a maid who has a bow head, arms outstretched and across them the EWC Undisputed Championship. At the base of the ring, without signal or sound, a group of the guards rush to form a set of human stairs which Sally gracefully ascends. Standing on the apron now, those same guards move to open the ropes for her enough to step through without fault. The maid continues to scamper after her, getting far less assistance in her efforts.

In the centre of the ring, Sally looks to Quinn Stone who hands her the microphone and races off, hoping to avoid being associated with this over-the-top extravagance. Sally, microphone in hand, waits for the house lights to come up, the crowd to settle and the guards to march backstage before beginning.

Sally Talfourd: 여러분, 안녕하세요. 쇼에 오신 것을 환영합니다. 당신은 마술사의 시대가 도래하는 모습을 목격할 수 있는 특권을 누리고 있습니다.

There is a chorus of boos and jeers. No one in their right mind has come prepared to do live translating. With an arrogant smirk, Sally raises her hands, the maid hiding in the corner, arms still stretched out high rushes to Sally and with all the care and reverence Sally expects, carefully completes Sally’s dress, the EWC Undisputed Championship around her waist.

Eric Mason: Sally Talfourd re-crowning herself the queen, it seems, after her successful defence.

John Livingston: Sally comes to us the triumphant conqueror after vanquishing Mercenary at Rampage 522, much like great admiral and military general Yi Sun-sin who defeated the Japanese in …

Eric Mason: Oh shut up!

Sally Talfourd: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, friends, and fans of all ages … you are invited to stand in the presence of greatness! Bask in my glory and my warmth! Embrace all that I and the Magic bring you now! Behold … your EWC Undisputed Champion!

The crowd is none too pleased, and they let Sally know. Sally simply poses in the centre of the ring, eyes closed, head back, arms outstretched. The moment washes over her.

Sally Talfourd: In the short few weeks that this season of EWC has run, I have lifted up EWC. I have graced every show with the Magic and lifted the standards of this haphazard company to heights never seen before. Matches of the night, main events and a title defence. I have fallen to my knees, wrapped my arms so lovingly around this dying company and embrace it now as my own child, my own flesh and blood. Alas though, the struggle is not ended. For while EWC now has a stronger pulse, some colour to its skin and some signs of life … it could all be lost in an instant!

Suddenly the lights go out, the arena bathed in darkness. A murmur breaks out which grows across the fans gathered. The place is a-wonder as to what has happened. Then, blinking at first, the lights return, and we find Sally alone in the ring, no longer dressed in her traditional attire but dressed for wrestling. Her ring gear catches the light and sparkles, the EWC Undisputed Championship belt glistens over her shoulder now.

Sally Talfourd: I figured the melodramatic and performative was a little high-brow for you all. After all, we’re in Dallas – the city where presidents arrive with a whole brain and only leave with half.

The boos are a little more venomous at that one.

Sally Talfourd: Settle down, settle down. I spoke the truth to you all: I have saved EWC, but it could all be lost. The conspiring General Managers and higher-uppers. The undeserving wannabe’s lining up to try and take my crown. The fans who don’t know what’s good for them. All it takes is just one wrong step and all I’ve achieved in the past two weeks will be lost. Now, I don’t expect anyone to understand or even appreciate what has happened yet. So few of you have opened your eyes to the Magic and the power that courses through the veins of anyone who just simply reaches out.

Sally begins to pace the ring, looking down as she goes rather than up and out.

Sally Talfourd: You see, at Rampage two veterans stepped in the ring. Mercenary, with all his weight and height and experience. Mercenary, with all the momentum and expectation. Mercenary, with everything he needed. A fresh start, his last match last year, his home turf, a sympathetic crowd, a General Manager in his front pocket and a referee at his back! He had everything he needed … except the Magic. That makes all the difference, my friends. There I was, my fourth match in two weeks … having just been choked out by JoJo, taken to my limits by Xavier and just edging out Severn. I was exhausted, worn out and beaten more than JoJo Rush’s ex-wife … and the Magic pulled me through. The Magic saved me. The Magic delivered me this.

Sally pats the main plate of the EWC Undisputed Championship hard. If you could see the palm of the hand, you’d see red.

Sally Talfourd: And in doing so, the Magic has sent a message to any person looking to cash in on my achievements.

Sally looks back up, stopping dead in her tracks. Her eyes bore into the camera, into the very soul of the millions watching.

Sally Talfourd: Wait. Your. Turn. I don’t care if you’re Lavender looking to cash in … Malone trying to light burnt candles … JoJo thinking he’ll finish the job … Cosmo thinking he’s Master of the House and Champion of EWC … Ibuki … Candy … Dalilah … that old dog – emphasis on the d-o-g – Justin Page … y’all can wait for your chance to taste the Magic.

The Dallas crowd isn’t particularly impressed by Sally’s attempt at a y’all.

Sally Talfourd: For you see, the moment of conversion for every one of you unbelievers and deniers will come at Stranglemania when I defeat that layer of pond scum that has grown across Paramount this off-season … Xavier Reid. I know this for a fact because on that night, I will not only retain the EWC Undisputed Championship but I will accomplish what so few in this industry have managed to achieve. I will obtain my 300th career win that same night I put Xavier Reid’s hopes and dreams out of their misery!

The Extreme-tron flashes to life, emblazoned with the number 295.

Sally Talfourd: Two-hundred and ninety-five career wins to date! I am five wins away from being a legend not just in EWC but in this business … this sport … this artistry we all believe ourselves to be masters of. And so, ladies and gentlemen, you stand with me at the beginning of the Countdown to 300!

The Extreme-tron begins to tick over. 296. 297.

Sally Talfourd: And between now and then, if any of you pretenders want to help me out, you’re more than welcome.

298. 299.

Sally Talfourd: Lavender … Malone … Rush … Goldworthy … Ito … Candy …

Unknown Voice: Methinks ye be forgettin’ someone, dear Miss Talfourd...

Every head spins, turning to the stage. The unfamiliar and swarthy voice of EWC’s resident pirate captain echoing out across the American Airlines Centre. From behind the curtain, Captain Morgan Darkwater, bright-eyed and championship-ladden, strolls out to the stage. He has the swagger that only the first ever EWC Heritage Champion could have, belt over his shoulder and clutching it with one hand, the other bringing a live mic to his mouth.

Morgan Darkwater: Ye know, I hear ye runnin’ down that list of names. People ye’ve crossed paths with, people ye’ve upset, people whose toes ye’ve stepped on, one way or another.

The Captain makes his way down to the ring, the fans’ excitement beginning to build as once again two titans of EWC are about to be face-to-face.

Morgan Darkwater: But did ye forget what happened at One Night Encounter? Did ye forget who pinned ye then? Who literally brought th’ house down to beat ye, body an’ soul? I don’t know whether I should expect a thank-ye or somethin’ else. Without me, how ready would ye have been fer WrestleFest? Would ye have that pretty little thing over yer shoulder if I hadn’t shown ye yer own weaknesses, yer own blind spots?

Morgan steps over the ropes, Sally shuffling nervously as she recalls the bloody and piratical affair from ONE.

Morgan Darkwater: See, I know Ibuki Ito was th’ last livin’ soul to pin you, but his be more of a technicality than a true vict’ry. Yer eye was on th’ bigger prize, t’be sure… Ibuki were just a warm-up, aye? After all, who wants th’ North American Championship when ye can have that treasure …

Morgan drives a finger into the EWC Undisputed Championship hard enough for Sally to step back.

Morgan Darkwater: Th’ last time ye cared about a match an’ lost, I was across th’ ring from ye, then. I was breaking ye, then. I pinned ye, then. Ye cannae deny that, by any rights, I should be not just on yer little list of contenders, but right at th’ front!

The crowd erupts at the prospect of seeing the two fighting it out in the ring once more.

Sally Talfourd: Oh Morgan, how wonderful of you to crawl up and out of the Brawl cave and join us in civilisation at Prime. Granted, the zoo in attendance this evening has a lot left to be desired but still: It beats a half-full arena, right?

Morgan Darkwater: Th’ size of th’ crowd matters not, Miss Talfourd, fer their hearts roar just as loud whether it be one fan, or one million. Ye see, that be somethin’ ye have in common with th’ likes of Rush, Reid, an’ e’en th’ man I had to beat to become Brawl’s inaugural Heritage Champion, Stitches – a blatant disregard fer th’ very titles ye strive to attain, th’ legacy an’ expectations that comes with them, th’ hopes an’ dreams of each an’ e’ery one of the EWC fans who follow its story. Nay, ye all see it as nothin’ more than an extra payday, an ornament to yer vanities, a platform upon which to spew yer vitriol an’ self-aggrandizin’ nonsense. None of ye truly respect th’ titles ye hold or fight fer, what it truly means t’be a champion, an’ that be why ye will ne’er truly attain th’ greatness ye so vehemently claim to deserve … an’ that is why these EWC fans ye so obviously despise will always clamour to see ye brought low, to see ye humbled an’ defeated, just like ye were last time ye crossed swords with Captain Morgan Darkwater.

The cheers of the crowds are those of agreement and surprise, surprise that these diehard Prime fans would ever find themselves agreeing with a Brawl star. Sally seems taken aback for the briefest moment, before her sneering mask falls back into place, and she continues.

Sally Talfourd: It’s true, you did walk out with the win and my blood on your hands at One Night. For that, I respect you like I respect my recently defeated challenger at Rampage, Mercenary… The Magic respects you. And if you want to join that line of other slack-jaw yokels and up-tight prissy prima donnas, you go ahead and do that.

She begins to walk her side of the ring, taking her eyes off Darkwater for the moment.

Sally Talfourd: But I’ve got one question for you, now. Who the Hell do you think you are to walk into my Prime ring? You strut down here with your Grandpa's swagger, carrying a belt with as much legacy and legitimacy as some knock-off replica you get at Walmart. I bet it has that same new plastic smell, too, am I right? I know what you’re doing; I can see through your scam. You think that if you can stand near enough to a real champion with a real championship belt then whatever the ‘it’ is that I’ve got might just rub off onto you enough that people take you serious too. If you think you’re going to get anywhere shuffling around, doing that … you’re dreaming. Instead, why don’t you take your Retirement Home Title back to Shady Acres Rest Facility and be the uncontested champion of everyone with one foot in the grave!

The Captain regards her carefully, his gaze moving from her smug expression to the Undisputed title over her shoulder, then to the Heritage title over his. He then breaks into a hearty laugh that slowly trails into a chuckle before continuing.

Morgan Darkwater: Ahh, if I had a dubloon fer e’ery time a current champion tried to claim I was only interactin’ with them fer th’ clout an’ guidance, I’d have two dubloons – an’ it’s only been a week! See, ye an’ Rush be more alike than ye would like to admit, lass. He also called it th’ Retirement Title already, so ye might want to come up with some fresh material. Ye can mock an’ belittle this new Brawl Heritage title all ye like, I be more than ready an’ will to prove all doubters wrong when I make this title mean somethin’ in a short span of time… Because ye both seem to ferget somethin’ – th’ Captain be no stranger to championship gold. People still talk about his 238-day reign as International Champion to this day, when he would take on any an’ all challengers without question, a proud defendin’ champion, an’ a stance he intends to repeat with this here Heritage title, for many months to come. Meanwhile we have ye as our Undisputed Champion, like so many before ye, carin’ more what the title can do to elevate yer own ego than what ye can do to elevate its legacy. So I’ll tell ye exactly who I think I be, Miss Talfourd – I be th’ kind of champion all these fans wish ye were, an’ I have barely started my reign. As fer this bein’ yer Prime? Ye have barely been here two weeks, lass, don’t act like ye didn’t jump ship from Paramount th’ first chance ye got… how are th’ EWC Universe meant to respect an’ admire a champion who shows no loyalty, an’ unscrupulous turncoat who – some might e’en say – ran scared from th’ buildin’ pressure from th’ likes of Mr Ito and Mr $t. John… so maybe what I'm doin' here, Miss Talfourd, is givin' these fans exactly what they've been wantin' to see since ye started runnin' yer mouth all o'er this company...!

The Captain steps forward, towering over Sally. Their eyes lock, their bodies tense up. The crowd’s excitement swells to a deafening roar.

Jordan Sharpe: Hold it, hold it, hold it!

The Prime General Manager charges out to the stage, mic at the ready.

Jordan Sharpe: As much as I’m all for giving away Brawl’s future main events here on Prime, I have my own main event to take care of. Morgan …

Sharpe begins his slow walk to the ring.

Jordan Sharpe: Great to have you, been a while, but can you please leave my superstar in a state to take on Dalilah Ashe tonight?

Sally takes a slight step backwards with a smirk. She adjusts the belt on her shoulder as she watches Sharpe climb through the ropes. The Captain, on the other hand, doesn’t look too keen on giving the Undisputed champ an inch, meeting her step for step, and Sharpe has to wedge himself between the two.

Jordan Sharpe: You know there’s a proper way to do this. You call my office, we can work something out. Hey, look – you’ve got a shiny new belt. Isn’t that cool.

Eric Mason: If I were our General Manager, I’d watch my tone around the Captain – he’s been showing a more volatile attitude lately, and doesn’t seem to be caring about politeness like he used to!

Sharpe turns with a stern look to Sally.

Jordan Sharpe: You keep running your mouth like this and there’s no amount of protection, now or in the past, that’s going to help you. You’re assembling an army … of people who want to hurt you. If you keep doing these rants, goading the best EWC has to offer to Prime … you do it next week and I might just let whoever comes out here to shut you up do it!

Sally, a mixture of anger and objection goes to rant some more. Sharpe quickly puts a hand over her microphone and lowers it for her.

Jordan Sharpe: You’ve said enough. And Captain …

The massive Darkwater glares balefully down at him, as if silently daring the man to treat him with the same disrespect, only for Sharpe to pat Morgan on the shoulder.

Jordan Sharpe: You’re welcome here any time, big man.

Morgan nods slowly, returning his hard gaze to the champion over his shoulder. There’s some words exchanged between Morgan and Sally not caught by the microphone, the lithe Korean smiling wickedly. Morgan takes a step towards Sally in response, Sally takes three backwards and Sharpe tries to push back Morgan. Before anything can start, Sharpe quickly talks some sense to the Captain, who takes a heavy step back and makes for the ropes. Anyone who was watching Sally might well have seen a long breath escape her lips.

Eric Mason: Well there you have it! Another threat to Sally’s reign of terror.

John Livingston: How dare that filthy pirate sail on over to Prime and threaten our Undisputed Champion! It reminds me of when the Japanese pirates attacked Korea prior to the Japanese invasion of 1592 …

Eric Mason: Can someone cut his mic!?

SINGLES MATCH
Cassie Wolfe
Vs Modern Crypt
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

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We return to ringside where we see commentary.

Mason: I think he's calmed down now. Let's head to the ring for our opening contest. That should distract him a bit

Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 118 pounds... CASSIE WOLFE!

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 the opponent, residing in the Hell Dimension and weighing in at 320 pounds... MORDEN CRYPT!

The lights go out as Return of the Phantom Stranger begins, fog fills the top of the ramp. A 7’2 shadow appears inside. Morden Crypt slowly walks out of the fog. The masked monster makes his way to the ring, he doesn't acknowledge any of the fans, he reaches up then pulls himself to the apron, Morden steps over the top ropes then waits silently for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

Cassie chops Crypt across the chest. Nothing. He just stands there. Another chop. Again, nothing. Cassie runs off the ropes and jumps into a dropkick to the chest. Crypt may have moved back a half inch. He remains standing. Cassie fires at Crypt with a superkick. He blocks it and knocks Cassie to the mat with a big boot. Crypt lifts her up off the mat and takes her over with a suplex. Again, Crypt lifts Cassie from the mat. He lifts Cassie up for a bodyslam but walks around the ring before slamming her to the mat. Cassie gets back to her feet but a back elbow drops her to the mat. Crypt makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Cassie gets a hand to the bottom rope breaking the count. Crypt grabs Cassie around the throat and pulls her up for a chokeslam toss but Cassie manages to counter with a DDT. Crypt gets back to his feet but he looks rocked. Cassie is right on the attack with forearms to the chest and jaw that back Crypt to the corner. Cassie attempts an Irish whip but Crypt reverses slamming Cassie into the corner that he was just in. Crypt takes a few steps back and charges at Cassie. She manages to get her feet up to block before spinning Crypt with a hurricanrana. She turns to make a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Crypt powers out breaking the count.

Mason: Cassie Wolfe is breaking down the big man!

Livingston: She is but she needs to keep to a fast pace. If Morden Crypt can get his hands on her, this may be over quickly

Cassie gets to her feet and runs at Crypt smacking him with a Greenest Wizard. Crypt drops to the mat. Feeling not done, Cassie takes a run at Crypt booting him with a GOALLLLLL. She makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Crypt rolls to his side to break the count. Cassie gets to her feet and charges again at Crypt. He manages to counter by grabbing Cassie by the throat. Crypt lifts her high into the air dropping Cassie with a Chokeslam Uppercut. He makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Cassie lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Both lay on the mat for a moment.

Mason: So close to victory for both competitors!

Livingston: Anyone can win this. I just don’t know who!

Cassie rolls to the apron and climbs to the top rope. She leaps for a Coronation. At the last second, Crypt rolls to the side and Cassie crashes to canvas. As she lays there, Crypt gets to his feet and applies a Standing Inverted Triangle Choke. Cassie thrashes about trying everything to break the hold until her body goes limp. The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Stone: And your winner, via submission... MORDEN CRYPT!!!

Mason: And Crypt rises to victory!

Livingston: It’s the old story. Connect with the Coronation, Cassie wins. When she didn’t, it left her open for that Triangle and she is sleeping as a result!

Crypt looks down at Cassie before walking to the ropes. He steps over the top rope and heads up the ramp acknowledging nothing around him.

Mason: I'm glad he's walking away, he kinda freaks me out a little.

Livingston: Do you hear music? Sounds like Shinijoshi are on their way out here

The camera cuts to the entrance way as...

Half by Queen Bee hits to the cheers of the crowd as Shinijoshi members Carley Calirfonia, Saidie Sharpe, “Headhuntress” Aiya, and Narumi Tsutsumi one by one appear walking down the ramp. Renee Jonae follows behind Narumi.

Livingston: The ladies look to be all business tonight! They've always been the sentimental type, you'd think they'd be more upset considering their group’s massive success to start the season. They must be reeling quite a bit emotionally over Aiya not being cleared to compete, because they've brought new backup support.

Mason: We've seen her a few times here and there in the EWC, that's Renee Jonae, she had a hand in bringing Narumi into the company and had her own ties in Japan and Shinijoshi’s elder figure Stephanie Matsuda. Why they’ve got her to come out tonight is anyone’s guess, sure they've taken some licks along their big wins, but you know Shinijoshi is known to fight on no matter what.

They all enter the ring, with Saidie and Aiya putting their arms over each other’s shoulder in a ring corner, Narumi initially seems to be eerily staring into space at the cheering fans before Renee snaps her back to attention, and Carley takes off her sunglasses to speak in the middle of the ring.

Carley: First matter of business, we are here to openly address the fact that our Headhuntress will be taking a leave of in ring competition. We ask that her privacy is respected at this time. Seeing as how Saidie will be taking care of her, and I'll be in and out splitting time checking in on her recovery and my duties to the Shinijoshi still competing, I've decided to get a little help on the managerial side. That is in the package of someone who has the cultural and wrestling ties to fit the role for the changing approach to the faction, please welcome Renee Jonae.

The fans cheer as Renee waves softly and speaks.

Renee: Vous me touche! There really is nothing like an EWC audience! Thank you for the intro, Carley. I will do my best to keep the branding of this group strong! Which begins with getting the narrative straight! In my neck of the woods we have a saying called “staying on code” and that’s exactly what I’m going to get instilled for Shinijoshi because. Naru, the people trust and love you best, so you should say it.

An Onihime chant breaks out as Narumi nods energetically.

Narumi: Yes, while it might be difficult that the original Shinijoshi members are down to half, we prepared for this occasion. Megumi recruiting Emiko and telling us to Fight On inspired us to make sure we all give the group a way to stay in the fight. Before her injury Aiya had recruited El Pablo and by extension Vertigo, and I have full confidence that they will regain the Tag Team Championships on top of having another exciting season. Most importantly right now, we have Amber who literally established us as a Dynasty by winning her new championship on Paramount!

An Amber chant breaks out as Narumi claps and then Saidie chimes in.

Saidie: And Sal put that barking dog Mercenary back in his place and retained the Undisputed Championship!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the praise of Sally and aggressive stance towards Mercenary as Renee and Carley make “oooh” gestures at the burn from Saidie.

Renee: Which leads to Shinijoshi for the second year in a row on the guaranteed path to main event the grandest stage in all professional wrestling! By my count that is something that far exceeds what any other faction in the EWC is doing, especially if Sally retains on top of it. The story here is that the faction that began here on the indies as Shinijoshi, grew from the ground up from where the EWC ignored, is now on route to leave Mania as the most dominant faction in EWC history!

The crowd begins to get back to over powering cheers at that, then Renee smiles as the Prime crowd is partial to history being made by Prime creations.

Renee: If this keeps up they might have to try banning Shinijoshi or cancelling the PPV next year! After all, following conquering performances they didn’t bother bringing back the G1, LOTR, and then made sure no Shinijoshi member was part of Team EWC despite the fact Shinijoshi won WARGAMES against the House the year before! How can you have a Team EWC battling to protect the soul of the EWC without Shinijoshi nor even any members of Prime? Sometimes it’s as if anything from Prime scares them, the top brass acts like they can’t differentiate between Victor Price and Jordan Sharpe with the hoops they put in front Jordan talking to Sally, so perhaps they can’t tell the difference between House and Shinijoshi starting here on the indies? It’s like they were trying to lose, or were so fearful of not being able to control the most chaotic faction and the rebel brand of the EWC that they’d rather lose than win with Shinijoshi or Prime!

Narumi: But no matter, Née, Shinijoshi will keep the top prize in this sport and the Prime roster will continue to grow beyond the expectations of the former bigger brands!

Giant Shinijoshi and Prime chants roar through the indy fateful. Carley and Renee both gesture rubbing money while Saidie crosses her arms.

Saidie: Speaking of trying to lose though, how come you all didn’t have Sally’s back on Brawl, Narumi? I’m happy you guys are keeping Prime fans in high spirits with this brand being on top, but that doesn’t mean I can ignore a deal. I made her a promise and I don’t appreciate being made to look like a liar when her back isn’t watched! She was almost murdered! Don’t think I haven’t seen you having more fun playing with your club backstage than having her back like a true friend would.

The crowd goes quiet at the tension while Narumi just scratches the back of her neck and shrugs a bit trying to blow it off.

Narumi: It was a one on one fight, and happened so fast I couldn’t have done anything even if I was there. Which I wasn’t. Everyone knows Brawl is the brand with no Shinijoshi members and basically with The House, Emmy, and Emmy’s friend over there it’s a breeding ground for us to get attacked going there alone. Plus we didn’t know she’d go and get on everyone’s nerves so much. But it’s alright isn’t it? She seems okay and the championship is still in our ranks. I know what she means to you, but don’t fret so much. Sally’s a big girl, a veteran champion.

Saidie doesn’t seem content by this small sign that Narumi might not seem to care for Sally’s wellbeing as much as she does other Shinijoshi members, but before things get out of control Renee intervenes.

Renee: Naru has a hard time properly showing her worries sometimes. Brawl was an oversight. We support Sally, right poppet?

Narumi: Of course.

Narumi's face hardens as she becomes serious.

Narumi: Usually, as long as you fight on, things tend to work themselves out in wrestling. As Legend of the Ring, I’ve learned that all I need to do is keep wrestling in that ring and I’ll find where I need to be.

The Onihime turns to her former tag team champion partner in Aiya.

Narumi: I was planning to focus on the Hardcore and Indy championships now that the Undisputed belt is in other Shinijoshi hands. And look how it turned out? I’m lined up fighting to get in the chamber and Jojo keeps creating more reasons for me to snatch that title off him. I know you fought your battle to bring us the X-Division Championship with all you had and that title just wasn’t meant to be for us. But in your stead, I can bring the Hardcore Championship to the fold and make sure Jojo pays for what he did to Sally. It isn’t the first time he’s tried messing with our people and I never forget. I may have different goals this season, but I’m still me and the team remains in good hands.

Narumi and Aiya hug as Narumi holds back a tear and the scene takes us backstage.

Backstage, Jack Severn barges into Jordan Sharpe’s office. JFS immediately stands up from his desk as Jack points a finger at him.

Jack: AIYA?! REALLY, AIYA?! GIVING HER AN INDY CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH?!

JFS: Hold on-

Jack: No no no no! You’re going to sit here and listen to me, because I think it’s about time I stopped waiting around for opportunities and started TAKING them! And it starts with telling you why I should be getting that shot, not some loser who has already lost to Callie twice over! Hell, she couldn’t even beat Sunny Skye… or win the TV Championship… or even get remotely far in the Clusterfuck match!

Before JFS can respond, Callie Clark enters the office as well, flanked by Tori Taylor. As soon as she catches a glimpse of Jack, she smirks.

Callie: Oh, look it is, the fearless leader! Have you come to beg Jordan for another title match? You just know you’re gonna lose again, right?

Jack: If I remember correctly, I didn’t lose to you. And you didn’t beat me. Must be why you were planning such a lazy coup…

Callie almost growls with anger.

Callie: Not you, or anyone else on this brand, is on my level, understand me? That draw happened because YOU weren’t good enough to beat ME. I still retained, and you got nothing but injuries. Seems pretty cut and dry to me as to who was better there. And sure, yeah, I was the one who contacted Dimitri. I wanted you out of here because of what everybody except apparently Cosmo has been too chickenshit to say. You can kick as many Jamie Loves out of the group as you’d like, but at the end of the day? You aren’t the Ace. You aren’t even good enough for midcard gold.

Callie swings back around to JFS.

Callie: And neither is Aiya, you dumb fuck! What is that match all about?!

JFS slams his fist on the table.

JFS: Both of you! Just shut up for once! There’s a reason I called you in for a meeting, Callie, because the Aiya match is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. And Jack? Uh, thanks for barging in uninvited, I guess, because I was planning on talking to you about this as well.

JFS moves to the front of his desk, leaning against it.

JFS: Aiya suffered an injury in her match against Sunny Skye on the Premiere, and so she has to forfeit her Indy Championship match.

Callie and Jack exchange a grin.

JFS: BUT! That means I’m going to have to determine a new challenger for StrangleMania.

JFS narrows his eyes at Callie.

JFS: And you don’t get to determine who’s “on your level” and who’s not.

JFS then shoots a look at Jack.

JFS: And YOU don’t get to barge in here and tell me what you think you deserve. But… Lucky for you, I like you, Jack. Yeah, you heard me. There isn’t some grand conspiracy against you. Hell, there’s a reason you always get such big matches here. I signed Sally Talfourd to Prime, and you know what I said to Faith Rivers? I said let’s go ahead and book her against Jack Severn on her debut, because I know that you, Jack, can pull the best out of anybody here. If I want a match to absolutely steal the show, I put YOU in it. And I thought, if anybody on Prime can give the Undisputed Champion one hell of a debut, or even beat her perhaps, it would be you. That’s the honest to god truth. I think you’re one of the best wrestlers on the planet, and-

Jack looks absolutely gobsmacked, and then JFS smirks and looks over to Callie.

JFS: -That’s why I think you’re the next in line for a shot at Callie Clark’s Indy Championship. I want Prime to have the match of the night on StrangleMania… and since your last match was Prime’s official Match of the Year… it just makes sense.

JFS stares both House members up and down.

JFS: Now both of you, get the hell out of my office. You’ve got a tag team match to prepare for.

Callie stares daggers into Jack, and then smirks.

Callie: See you out there, ‘Leader.’

Callie bumps past Jack’s shoulder as she leaves, and Tori gives Jack quite an unpleasant look as well. Jack looks pissed off initially, but then smiles and nods, following Callie out.

SINGLES MATCH
Divewire
Vs Gabi Vee
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

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We return to ringside where we Eric Mason with a big smile on his face. 

Mason: Let's head to the ring! I have been looking forward to see this one since it was announced. It's Gabby Vee versus Divewire! 

Stone: The following match is set for one fall….



'Pump It Up' by Joe Budden hits the speakers. The place comes alive! Divewire steps onto the stage with a smile. He motions for the audience to…

Divewire: Get up!

...Well, you heard him!

Stone: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing 197 pounds... The Gravity Neutralizer... DIVEWIRE!!!!

He makes his way to the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. He runs over to a corner and steps onto the middle rope, resting his other foot on the top rope. He cannot contain his smile as the crowd’s energy moves him.

Stone: And the opponent, residing in Honolulu, Hawaii and weighing in at 120pounds... 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.

DING DING DING

Gabi runs at the ropes and springs off them cracking Divewite with an elbow smash to the jaw knocking him to the mat. Divewire gets back to his feet as Gabi springs off the ropes again hitting a bulldog that drives him to the mat. He gets back to his feet again as Gabi sends him staggering with a European uppercut. Gabi grabs Divewire and brings him crashing to the mat with a tiger driver ‘91. She makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Divewire lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Gabi lifts Divewire to his feet. Divewire spins cracking Gabi with a back elbow. She tries to shake the cobwebs but it leaves her open for Divewire to hit a Pele kick. Gabi stumbles before Divewire tokes Gabi to the mat with a poisonrana. Gabi manages to get to her knees as Divewire comes running in with a missile dropkick. He makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Gabi just manages to get a foot onto the middle rope breaking the count.

Mason: Saved! That’s all I can say. She was saved by the rope!

Livingston: Or… did she have the ring awareness to know where the rope was, use up less energy and stay in this match?

Divewire lifts Gabi off the mat and knocks her back down, away from the ropes, with a discus clothesline. Divewire then springs to the top rope and comes back down hitting Landfall. Divewire hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Gabi rolls to her side to break the count. Divewire waits for Gabi to get to her feet. He handsprings off the ropes and back for a cutter. Gabi sidesteps and Divewire clatters to the mat. Gabi steps through the ropes to the apron as Divewire picks himself up. Gabi jumps and springs off the ropes unleashing her Wrath. She makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Divewire has to roll to his front to break the count.

Mason: So, so close to a victory!

Livingston: Both were, this is a great match!

Gabi climbs the turnbuckles as Divewire gets to his feet. She leaps for an Angelrana but Divewire manages to counter it powerbombing Gabi to the mat. Divewire rolls to the apron as Gabi pulls herself to her feet. Divewire springs off the top rope for Over It. Divewire brings Gabi crashing to the mat. He makes a cover as the referee counts.

ONE…



TWO…



THREE!

DING DING DING

Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... DIVEWIRE!!!

Mason: That will go down as a massive victory for Divewire here on Prime! We should see a lot more of him as the season progresses!

Livingston: Gabbi Vee gave as good as she got here tonight. Had she hit the Angelrana she was looking for, we would not be sitting here singing from the Divewire hymn book.

Divewire is in complete shock at the sound of Quinn Stone’s ring announcement and his own theme music playing. It doesn’t seem real. He listens to the roar of the crowd, glancing at the announce table, then the timekeeper’s area, then the front row and on through to the cheap seats. Everything is a blur that he wants to cherish in as many ways possible.

Mason: Divewire was able to push himself to the limit and overcome Gabi Vee!!!

Livingston: This is an absolute upset, Mason!! How did he do it?!?

The referee makes clear to Arlington that he has indeed won this match! Divewire shakes off the cobwebs and then allows the ref to help him to his feet. Once he gets his feet under him...

Divewire: Wooooooohoooooooooooo!!!

Crowd: WOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Mason: American Airlines Center has come unglued!! Divewire has done it! Divewire is going to The Prime Elimination Chamber!!!

Divewire steps up onto the middle rope with his other foot on the top rope. He spreads his arms out wide as if he were flying. A chant of ‘Get up! Get up!’ begins. Still atop the ropes, Arlington turns his head to look at his fallen opponent. As she slinks out of the ring, Divewire begins a round of applause that catches fire and reverberates throughout the arena! As Divewire himself rolls out of the ring, he is met directly by Joe Danes, mic in hand.

Joe Danes: Divewire! The sound of this crowd speaks for itself! You’ve managed to–

Divewire: I’m goin’ to the Chamber, Joe!!!! It seemed impossible at the beginning of the week, but I DID IT!!! And now, the hard part begins. How the Hell am I gonna survive those aggressively unsafe conditions inside The Elimination Chamber? Same way I survived Gabrielle. Be ready. Stay focused. And always get…

Crowd: …UP!!!!

‘Pump It Up’ by Joe Budden continues to play as Divewire fist bumps the entire front row all the way around the ring. He eventually makes his way towards the ramp and heads out.

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SINGLES MATCH
Marquis Hathaway
Vs Narumi Tsutsumi
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

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We return to ringside where we Eric Mason sitting all on his own. 

Mason: Lord help downtown Dallas! Divewire is out and he seems ready to party the night away. On the plus side, I seem to have lost my colleague as he's vanished. I think he's trying to catch up to the Divewire party. I'd rather be here for the wrestling so let's go to the ring as we have Marquis Hathaway looking for a big win of his own against Narumi Tsutsumi! 

Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Fukuoka, Japan and weighing in at 185 pounds, he is The Kabuki Kid... MARQUIS HATHAWAY!

As the song starts Marquis is knees praying and as the beat drops he pops up to his feet and removes his mask as he sprays mist into the air and he makes his way down to the ring as interacts with fans on the way in.

Stone: And the opponent, making her way to the ring, weighing in at 125 pounds, from Shinjuku Japan.......she is the Onihime…….. NARUMI TSUTSUMI!

The arena goes dark with colourful decals appear on the video entrance as Narumi Tsutsumi’s ‘Icon’ by Twice 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 strike Shinjoshi’s double deuce pose as pink mist streams down the ramp and towards the ring. She then skips down the ramp and then dances in the ring.

DING DING DING

Narumi runs at Hathaway for something but he ducks it and smacks Narumi with a jumping enziguri that knocks her to the mat. He climbs to the top rope and comes crashing down with an elbow drop. Narumi clutches her chest as she stumbles to her feet. A stiff right hook to the jaw staggers her and a springboard knee to the temple drops her to the mat where Hathaway makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Narumi lifts an arm high into the air breaking the count. Hathaway lifts Narumi to her feet and whips her off the ropes. Narumi leapfrogs over Hathaway and comes back at him with a rear view. Hathaway is bent in half clutching his face. Narumi charges him from behind. Narumi leaps over Hathaway and comes down driving him to the mat with a fameasser. She rolls him over and makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Hathaway pushes himself to his side breaking the count.

Mason: What a leap by Narumi Tsutsumi!

Livingston: What a kick out by Marquis Hathaway!

Hathaway staggers to his feet where Narumi smacks him with an Onigokko knocking him to the mat. Narumi uses the extended arm to leap into an elbow drop. She makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Hathaway just lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Narumi slips to the top turnbuckle and comes down hard onto Hathaway’s chest with Queen Me! She makes another cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Hathaway rolls to his front in order to break the count. Narumi lifts Hathaway to his feet but he grabs her takes Narumi over with a Burēnbasutā. He hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Narumi rolls to her side breaking the count. Narumi pulls herself to her feet but Hathaway runs at her hitting her with Oyasumi. Narumi drops to the mat in a heap. Hathaway hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Narumi just manages to roll to her side to stop the count.

Mason: How?! How did Narumi Tsutsumi kick out of that?! She was done, down and out!

Livingston: I don’t know. I’m not fully sure that even Narumi knows!

Hathaway drags a near limp Narumi to her feet. Hathaway positions her and lifts Narumi for a Kokumajutsu no bakudan. Narumi manages to slide over Hathaway’s shoulder. She ducks a clothesline but grabs Hathaway’s arm and drops to the mat hitting Paymon. Hathaway rolls to the mat where Narumi makes a cover. The referee counts.

ONE…



TWO…



THREE!

DING DING DING

Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!

Mason: From moments when it seemed all over, Narumi Tsutsumi picks up a big win here tonight!

Livingston: Marquis Hathaway had a hell of a showing out there tonight. The result did not go his way but he has nothing to be ashamed of!

Narumi gets to her feet and strikes the Shinijoshi's double deuce pose before rolling from the ring and heading up the ramp.

Mason: I don't know about you but I need a lie down after that one! 

Livingston: I might step outside maybe I'll see some of Divewire's party. However don't you go anywhere we have Bruce Booth and Candy coming right up! 

The camera cuts to commercial.

SINGLES MATCH
Bruce Booth
Vs Candy
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

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We return to ringside where see Quinn Stone as she stands in the ring ready to introduce the next match.

Mason: Welcome back to Prime. I'm ready for the next match. Looks like Quinn is ready to so let's wait no longer. 

Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first…

Just as "I Want Candy(Remix)" by Aaron Carter begins to play throughout the arena, there are still a few boos but mostly cheers as Candy emerges from the back all smiles as she does a little dance at the top of the stage.

Stone: Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome...'The Sweet Treat'... CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!

After hearing her name, Candy begins skipping her way down the aisle as she tags the outstretched hands along the way. She circles half the ring before climbing up on the apron. As she takes a seat on it, Candy blows a kiss into the crowd. She then lays back and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Once she's on her feet again, Candy taunts the crowd until her music subsides.

Stone: And the opponent, residing in the Hollywood Hills of Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 220 pounds... BRUCE BOOTH!

As 'Burn In My Light''s unmistakable intro sounds throughout the venue, the fans turn their head toward the entranceway, and out comes the superstar (at least in his own mind) with chiseled supermodel looks (at least in his own mind) and a superhero body (at least in his own mind), who stops a few feet out from the curtain. Without hesitating, he throws his arms up in the air and holds his chin high, posturing tall as gold pyro rains behind him, painting an image of an undeniable sensation. Letting it breathe for a few seconds, Bruce then takes to the ring, his eyes shooting to a few fans offering their thoughts of him in the form of obscene finger gestures and even worse comments-- but he does his best to pay it no mind. As Booth heads in, he ascends the second turnbuckle and raises his arms once again- this time in a slow, graceful motion, almost like a shot straight out of a movie. He closes his eyes, living in the moment, instead of having to look at the fans, and steps down from the second rope, but never quite leaves that moment of self-absorption, as his music is cut off.

DING DING DING

Candy charges at Booth but he drops her onto the top rope with a stun gun before knocking Candy to the mat with a clothesline. Booth pulls Candy to her feet and dumps her into the corner chopping her across the chest. Booth grabs Candy around the waist taking her to the mat with a side suplex. Booth slips to the middle turnbuckle and drives down on Candy with a knee drop. He hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Candy raises an arm high off the mat breaking the count. Booth pulls Candy to her feet and positions her for a piledriver. Candy manages to counter with an inverted atomic drop. Candy runs at Booth rolling him with a hurricanrana. He rolls back to his feet where Candy runs through him with a spear. She hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Booth pushes his way free breaking the count.

Mason: Nearly broke Bruce Booth in half and he still kicks out!

Livingston: Both getting in some early hits but who will take the advantage?

Booth rolls to the corner holding his various pains. Candy runs at him and uses the top rope to swing a dropkick into Booth’s chest. Booth pulls himself to his feet but Candy charges at him taking him back to the mat with a bulldog. She rolls Booth over and makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Booth lifts a shoulder from the mat to break the count. Candy rolls to the apron and drops down onto Booth with a Sugar High. She hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Booth rolls to his side to break the count. As he lays on his side, Booth smacks Candy with a back elbow to her jaw. Candy clutches at her jaw allowing Booth to get back to his feet, grab Candy and drive her down with a brainbuster. He makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Candy gets a shoulder up to break the count. Bruce gets to his feet and sits Candy up hitting her with a series of right hands. Before letting her drop to back to the mat. Candy uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. She staggers around as Booth crashes into her with a Crossbody Off The Top Rope. Both drop to the mat where Booth hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Candy rolls to her side breaking the count.

Mason: How close was that to a three count?!

Livingston: Any closer and Quinn Stone is making an announcement!

Booth gets to his feet and lifts Candy onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs the ropes to join her and grabs her for a Director’s Cut. At the last second. Candy punches Booth in the gut and brings him crashing to the mat with an Unsweetener, She makes a cover as the referee counts.

ONE…



TWO…



THREE!

DING DING DING

Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... CANDY!!!

Mason: A big win for Candy here on Prime! Bruce Booth thought he had it all sewn up but he gave Candy an inch and she took the victory!

Livingston: She may be sweet but Bruce Booth will have a bitter taste in his mouth after this one knowing he was inches away from a win with a Director’s Cut!

Candy rolls to the apron where she sits for a moment. She blows a kiss to the crowd before skipping around the ring and up the ramp slapping hands with fans as she passes by.

Mason: She seems pleased. 

Livingston: She just beat Bruce Booth. That doesn't happen that often. However, I hear we're about to be joined by Remarkable Mark Keaton so take it away Mark

The camera cuts to the entrance way as music begins to play 

Money for Nothing is blaring over the loud speakers as some of the fans are jamming to it. Mark Keaton is in the ring, he's wearing a Cobra Kai sweat shirt with jogging pants on. He has a red bandana wrapped tightly over his forehead with the Cobra Kai logo on the front. Surrounding him on the canvas is several concrete stacks and various boards, ready to be destroyed by Mark.

Mason: What in the world is all this about?

Livingston: I think it's obvious, Mason! Mr. Moist Beefcake is about to show the world that he's Mr. HIGH KARATE!

Mark grabs a nearby microphone and faces the camera.

Mark: Look dudes, I'm pretty sure I don't need any introduction, my closest friends know me by Mr. Keaton, every woman in the world refers to me as Mr. Moist Beefcake, The House refers to me as Mr. House Killer, by what many of you don't know is that in the world of high combat sports and mixed martial arts, I'm referred to as Mr. Karate Man Keaton! So The Remarkable One is laying down the first ever REMARKABLE KARATE CHALLENGE! Challenge...allenge...lenge..enge...ng....g.....

Mason: Did, did he really do his own echo effect?

Mark motions around the ring.

Mark: As you can totally see, I have an assortment of excellent challenges for any karate master who thinks they have the nutsack to compete vs Mr. Karate Dude!

Livingston: The man is so Remarkable he can change from Mr. Karate Man Keaton to Mr. Karate Dude in less than a minute!

Burning Heart - From the Rocky 4 Soundtrack blares over the speakers as the fans cheer. Terry Kilgore walks out in his red Karate Gi with a black headband tied tightly to his blonde head. He looks determined as he walks into the ring.

Mason: Terry Kilgore wasting no time answering MArk’s Karate Challange here!

Mark: Thanks for answering my challenge, Terry. Tell everyone your experience with Karate.

Mark holds the mic to Terry, as the older man goes to speak, Mark pulls the mic away.

Mark: Boring! Look, no offense Terry, but you don’t stand a fuckin chance against Mr. Karate Man Mark here tonight. So what I’m gonna do here, is show you what kind of extreme Karate power I have and you’ll be so impressed, you won’t even bother trying. Let’s do this.

Mark positions himself over a stack of concrete slabs, five of them.. He takes in some measured breaths then does a really loud HIIIiii EEEeeee before bringing the edge of his hand down fast! The bricks are absolutely pulverized to dust! The powder flies everywhere and leaves a gray stain over the immediate area.

Livingston: NO CONTEST Mason! NO CONTEST! Mark Keaton just turned those high grade concrete slabs to dust! That is the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen in my life!

Mason: Oh give me a break! Those were obviously fake bricks!

Mark: Now! You saw the absolute destruction that my karate can cause, Terry. You can give the next set of slabs a shot, if you want. But we both know, there’s no way in hell you can compete with Mr. Master of Karate Keaton!

Terry nods, not impressed at all with Keaton’s antics , he positions himself over the next set of brick slabs. He closes his eyes and takes measured breaths, he takes a few slow practice shots over the bricks, he pauses a moment, then unleashes a powerful downward chop! His hand bounces off of the brick slab!

Livingston: Contest over Mason! Terry couldn’t even break one brick slab! The winner and new karate champion, Remarkable Karate Keaton!

Terry is holding his sore hand, he kicks over the top concrete slab, exposing the rebar that is going through the entire slab.

Mason: There you go! Mark Keaton exposed here. What do you say about that?

Before Mark can move on to the next set of slabs, Terry grabs one and destroys it by closing his fist, causing the dust to fly through the air. In an incredible moment, when the dust clears, Morden Crypt walks through it and nails Terry from behind with the rebar concrete!

Mason: OH MY! Where the hell did he COME FROM?! Morden Crypt just nearly killed Terry with a brutal concrete shot here! Wait a minute! What is Mark doing now?

Mark drops an elbow on a nearly unconscious Terry Kilgore, he angrily hauls Terry to his feet and pushes him towards the giant masked man. Morden grabs Terry in a rough full nelson and picks him up off of his feet. Mark does a mocking bow towards them, then he bounces off of the ropes but trips over the fake stack of bricks and falls through the ropes! The crowds break out laughing. This doesn’t faze Morden though as he whips Terry back and forth with the full nelson. Mark eventually slides back in the ring, he does a really bad round house kick to Terry’s ribs, then he starts unloading with body shots, over and over again!

Mason: O.K, this isn’t funny! Somebody stop this now! There’s blood coming out of Terry’s mouth here! He could very well be suffering from permanent internal injuries!

Mark bounces off of the ropes and kicks Terry right in the face, Morden releases the full nelson but quickly grabs the back of Terry’s neck and gives him a reverse chokeslam right on his face! Both men continue, relentlessly booting the unconscious man who’s laying face first on the canvas.

Yummy Sushi by Babybus erupts throughout the arena, the fans explode with excitement!

Mason: Yoshiharu KUBO!!

Livingston: What’s he doing here?! He’s not invited to this challenge!

Kubo slides in the ring as the fans lose their minds, Mark runs but is kicked in the stomach! Then two quick backfists then a jumping roundhouse kick sends the rocker flying backwards and right through a stack of fake bricks, once again sending the dust everywhere! Morden takes a step towards Kubo but he takes several vicious leg kicks, then a windmill chop to the chest, then a running jumpkick! Morden backs into the ropes but doesn't go over, Mark gets to his feet, Kubo grabs Mark and irish whips him into Morden, both men topple over the top ropes to the outside!

Mason: Kubo to the rescue here! What a moment! Terry’s career could’ve been in big jeopardy if it wasn’t for Kubo!

Kubo checks on Terry, the man is bleeding from his mouth and shaken up. Kubo eyes Mark and Morden, who are now standing outside the ring and threatening both men.

Mason: What else will happen tonight? Stay tuned folks!

Backstage, Joe Danes is standing with The Heat Packers and Justin Case. 

Danes: Please welcome my guests at this time, Dan Funk and Brodie Dawson. How do you two feel about the House vs House tag match later tonight? It was said that you two actually specifically requested the match.

Dan rubs his hands together and leans into the microphone.

Funk: Yeah, so we've seen the infighting in The House recently. We've seen how Jack and Callie can barely function in the same room together. It's honestly a miracle they won War Games, but that just goes to show how great of a group The House is. But fact of the matter is, we can't be having this tension in the air, or else eventually, someone's gonna spot the weakness.

Brodie leans in as well.

Dawson: We supported Jack's decision to kick Jamie Love out of the group, because we aren't gonna turn our back on the man who brought us in here, and we aren't gonna turn our back on our friend JoJo Rush either. We support their decisions wholeheartedly. But we can't stand for the distrust between Jack and Callie, so we decided to force them to work together.

Funk: You see, nothing gets people to trust each other more than good ol' fashioned tag team action! We had some disagreements as a team, we worked through them, and now we're 2x Tag Team Champions. So we're hoping, even though we don't expect Jack and Callie to beat us, that they can at least learn to form a better relationship in the team. 

Dane: So do you think being a previously established team gives you the edge here?

Brodie laughs.

Dawson: Joe, we KNOW it gives us the edge. That's why we have these titles. Not a single team in the EWC is better than us. Not the Silent Discotechnicos, not 3pAC, and definitely not 'Callie and the Catalyst,' although they can sure as hell try. In fact, we hope they try their best, just for the House's sake... but we know it won't be good enough. Jack and Callie may be big singles stars in the House, and Callie may have gold of her own, but we're the best tag team on God's green earth. 

Dane: What about Eleos Affect?

Funk: What about them? We're just gonna beat them like we've done with nearly every team that's been put in front of us for the past year. Two people who are essentially part timers aren't going to be the ones to take these titles from us.

Dane: Well, I just got word that there's a face to face interview scheduled between you two on Brawl! So perhaps save what you have to say until then. 

Dawson: Suuuure. They can show up for it on Brawl all they want, but if they want to really talk to us face to face, they know where to find us.

Funk: Here, on the A-Show. And speaking of Prime, I think Justin Case has something to say in regards to the March 3rd episode.

Dane: Go right ahead.

Justin moves to the front of the group, and takes his phone out of his pocket.

Justin: The following is from my client, Callum MacBeth, who was recently unfairly held against his will for a whole night by Anaheim Law Enforcement. Ahem. It reads as follows... "Oi, Remarkable Mark Keaton? Ye think A'm dane wi' ye juist cuz ye beat me? A'm a mad man, ye know! Ah ain't ever gonnae stoap comin' fur ye! Sae neist Prime, howfur aboot we hae a lil' tag team match. Ye 'n' yer monster, versus me 'n' a monster o' mah ain in JoJo Rush... in a Na Disqualification Tornado Tag! See ye then, wanker!"

Dane just gives a confused look, shared by The Heat Packers.

Justin: My client's words, not mine. 

The Heat Packers lean in and clink their tag titles together.

Funk/Dawson: Top guys? Out. 

The Heat Packers leave with Justin as we cut back to ringside. 

TAG TEAM MATCH
NON-TITLE
The House (Callie Clark & Jack Severn)
Vs The Heat Packers
Match Writer: Cosmo Goldworthy

We return to ringside where the fans are quite reactive to some House vs House action!

Mason: Folks don’t go anywhere, because it is now time for our co-main event of the evening, and perhaps the most interesting match thus far, because it is a battle of The House versus The House! And with that said, we’ve got a special guest on commentary again!

Gray: As we officially start moving on the road to StrangleMania, I cannot stress enough the importance of this match, gentlemen.

Stone: The following match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Joining us first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 220 pounds ... ”THE CATALYST” 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.

Stone: And his partner, from New York, New York, weighing in at 115 pounds, accompanied by Tori Taylor … the EWC INDY CHAMPION! ... NOW TRENDING, ”THE GOLDEN GODDESS” CALLIE CLARK!

A red carpet is rolled out going from the stage to the bottom of the ramp, and Bad Reputation hits as the lights turn gold in the arena. Callie comes out with Tori walking out behind her, and strikes a pose showing off her (insert cosplay here) as pyro goes off behind her. Callie's paparazzi takes pictures of her as she walks down the ramp, taunting the fans as she goes. As she reaches ringside, Tori goes ahead of Callie, holding open the ropes so Callie can step through, and walk to the middle of the ring, where she strikes a pose again while winking at the camera. She then goes to her corner as the music cuts.

Stone: And their opponents, from Memphis, Tennessee, weighing in at a combined weight of 445 pounds, they are the EWC WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! ... ”DYNAMITE” DAN FUNK! “BEAUTIFUL” BRODIE DAWSON! THEE HEAATTT PACCKKERSSS!

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.

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?!"

DING DING DING

Dan Funk starts this one off with Callie Clark, but the champion seems just a tad bit hesitant to get in there and go face to face with 1/2 of EWC’s best tag team right now. Regardless, she steps up– until a loud smack is heard throughout the entire American Airlines Center. Callie flinches, and holds her now blistering back as she turns back and it becomes clear that Jack Severn just tagged himself in, but made a statement by slapping the hell out of Callie’s back to make the tag. Nonetheless, the tag is called - but Severn enters the ring and Callie is far from pleased about it. The two start bickering back and forth and Dan Funk tags in Brodie Dawson, and Brodie enters the ring with Dan and the two clobber Jack and Callie! Callie falls out of the ring, and then Funk and Dawson lift up Severn and start pummeling him in the corner! Jack tries to cover up to the best of his ability and the referee tries to enforce the five count to usher Funk out the ring, but the two drag Jack up and irish whip him off with authority. Dawson yanks Jack down with a well-executed drop toe hold, and Funk leaps into an elbow drop that crushes the back of Severn! Severn yelps out in pain and Funk finally leaves the ring, and Dawson rolls Jack over for the first cover of the match.

ONE!

Severn kicks out. Dawson smirks, dragging Severn up as he mouths to Funk that it was a “mercy pinfall”, and proceeds to say “no easy way out for them anymore”. Severn groans, unaware of what the Heat Packers have planned as Dawson drills Severn with a nasty european uppercut. He gets him with another one and irish whips him off, but Severn reverses with one of his own! Severn leans down for a back body drop attempt, but Dawson kicks him right in the jaw. Severn holds his jaw, checking if his teeth are still intact as he throws a wild punch, but Dawson ducks under and hoists him for a back suplex! Severn goes crashing hard into the canvas, and for a split second the reaction of Alastor Gray is seen at commentary, and he is far from pleased about how this match has started off. Severn tries to regain his bearings by grabbing the ropes, but Dawson drags Severn up and irish whips him into the turnbuckles. He follows up with a corner lariat that flings Severn’s body upwards, but Dawson brings him back down and tags in Funk. Dawson scoops Severn up into a fireman’s carry lift and marches to the center, as Funk hits off the ropes and leaps into a neckbreaker at the same time Dawson drops Severn with a samoan drop! Severn wheezes out in pain as he clutches his neck, after such a nasty spill to the canvas. Dawson steps out and Funk kneels over, contemplating a pinfall but shakes his head. Funk lifts Severn up and Severn is gasping for air, his own decision to start this one off costing him the match. Funk looks around with a smirk, and gives Severn a BLISTERING KNIFE EDGE CHOP! The fans in the building wince at that one, but here’s another one! Funk fires off ANOTHER chop, and Severn lets out a loud wince in agony afterwards! He falls to his knees, gasping in pain as he clutches at his chest. Funk lifts Severn up and wraps his arms around the top rope, making sure he can’t free himself.. And he gives a THIRD AND FINAL CHOP! It’s a frying pan like sound and that one emits noise from pretty much everyone in the building! Tori Taylor is seen at ringside, trying to convince Callie to get back into this and save the match, but Callie is still bitter about the tag. Funk frees Severn’s arms against the ropes and hammer whips him across the ring! Severn bounces out of the corner, holding his back after it collides into the top turnbuckle - and Funk tosses Severn with a back body drop! Callie contemplates stepping in, but Funk raises his fist to her and feints a punch, and she flinches.

Funk points at Callie, daring her to step in as well – but Severn clobbers Funk in the back of the head! Funk hits the mat and Severn starts stomping him out! Severn takes advantage of Funk’s distraction, dragging him up and firing off some big time right and left hooks! He’s throwing all he’s got in the tank and Funk covers up. Severn knees him hard into the ribs, and takes his arms and tosses him with a butterfly suplex! Funk goes flying straight to the canvas, and winces in pain as he holds at his side. Funk wheezes, staring up at the ceiling. Severn sits up, holding his chest from the chops. He rises to his feet and looks at Callie’s unimpressed expression. Severn holds a hand out for a tag and it looks like Callie is about to swipe her hand over for the tag – but smacks her on the shoulder instead! Callie glares at Severn, entering the ring and it looks like the two are about to get into it.. But both see Funk crawling to Dawson out of their peripheral vision and charge over to stop him – but Funk senses them running and pushes all the way up to his fours, and then presses off his arms to leap into a tag to Dawson! Dawson enters the ring and drops both with a double clothesline! They rise up, and Dawson drops them with another clothesline! Both rise a third time, and Dawson nails Callie with a jab! Then Severn with a jab! Then Callie! Then Severn! And he rolls his arms up for a double punch, but they both poke him in his eyes! Dawson is completely blind, as Severn and Callie start ganging up on Dawson with hammerfists to the back and the back of the head! Dawson covers up, but he’s still trying to regain vision in his eyes! The two actually work together for once, and drag Dawson up and irish whip him off.. For a double dropkick! Dawson hits the canvas, rolling away in pain.

Severn rises to his feet and dusts his hands off, as does Callie. Severn raises an eyebrow to Callie, wondering what she’s dusting her hands off, because that was all him! Callie shakes her head, disagreeing. “It was my idea to eyepoke him!” Jack shouts. Callie again disagrees. “No! It was clearly MY idea! You followed suit!” The two go back to bickering and despite Tori’s attempts to get their attention, they finally turn back and Dan Funk makes a rare leap off the top rope as he dives into a diving axehandle to both! Severn hits the canvas and rolls out of the ring, clutching at his head while Callie is trying to get away from Funk! The referee’s count for getting Severn and Callie out the ring is done, but now he’s gotta focus on getting the Heat Packers out! Funk checks on Dawson, helping him up.. But Severn actually helps the team out and drags Funk out of the ring! He grabs Funk by his bald head and throws him into the steel steps! Severn wobbles over, yelling at Callie to get back up and take advantage.. But as Callie rises, Dawson DROPS HER WITH A SHOULDER BLOCK! Severn looks up to the ring in shock and Dawson hits the ropes off full speed, getting Severn back for taking out Funk with a SUICIDE DIVE! Dawson goes flying OVER Severn, but he still connects and all four participants in this match are down!

Mason: WHAT A SUICIDE DIVE FROM BRODIE DAWSON! THE HEAT PACKERS RISKING IT ALL FOR VICTORY LIKE THEY ALWAYS DO!

Livingston: Severn and Callie are not on the same page and it’s gonna cost them! Even when Severn tries to make a move to help the team, the Heat Packers are simply just two steps ahead!

Gray: They NEED to stop bickering like children and focus on winning this damn match!

Dawson finally works his way up and checks on Funk, guiding him to the other side of the ring. He climbs onto the apron, waiting on Callie to rise back up.. He grabs the ropes and springboards up, but he goes to the well one too many times as Callie kicks the top rope and he flies frontwards onto his back into the ring! Dawson holds his back in pain, and Callie leaps into a double foot stomp on the arm! Dawson wheezes, grabbing at that arm and Callie wastes no time. She takes Dawson’s arm, bending it back as she leaps into a stomp RIGHT on the elbow! Dawson yells out in pain, rolling as he holds his arm. Callie looks at him and smirks, and starts to stomp him into the turnbuckles. Dawson is seated, and Callie hits off the turnbuckles with aggression – and FLIES into a cannonball senton! Dawson is laid out, and Callie pulls him away from the ropes as only the second pinfall in this match is made!

ONE!


T–DAWSON KICKS OUT!

Callie sighs, knowing there’s more work to be done here. Dawson tries to push up to his feet, and Callie gets him with a nasty calf kick! Dawson groans, and Callie fires off another! She’s beating up the limbs of Dawson and pulls him to the center. She then throws a roundhouse kick at the worked arm, and Dawson falls into the middle rope – just to fire off with an elbow using his good arm! Callie is rocked from that one, so Dawson throws ANOTHER elbow! Callie is staggering, and he bounces off the ropes for a third elbow but Callie dropkicks the knee out! Callie takes advantage and rolls to the apron, waiting for Dawson to slowly rise to his feet.. Callie takes the ropes, springboarding up into a KNEE SMASH! Dawson goes down and once again Callie makes another cover!

ONE!


TW–DAWSON KICKS OUT!

Dawson still shows some fight, but Callie is showing why she’s the Indy Champion as she’s starting to dismantle Dawson! He tries his hardest to rise to his feet, and Callie calls him up.. So she can meet him with two slaps, and THEN A SPINNING BACK–Dawson ducks it and takes her waist! He lifts her up for a back suplex but she lands behind him! Callie shoves Dawson off into the turnbuckles, and Funk makes a blind tag! Callie charges into a step up high knee in the corner! Dawson is rocked and Callie turns to grab him into a headlock, but Dawson finds it in him to spin into a belly to back suplex! Funk enters the ring immediately after and FLIES INTO A SENTON! Two hundred and twenty-five pounds come crashing down on Callie’s small frame and leaves the champion wheezing in pain! Severn looks at the ring, groaning as he starts to make his way over to the apron after taking a breather outside. Dawson steps out and Funk stares down at Callie. There’s a window to make a cover, but he shakes his head as he drags Callie up. He meets her with a left jab, and she staggers. He gets her with another left jab, and she’s still staggering. He winds back a right haymaker but Callie kicks the wrist! SPINNING BACKFIST CONNECTS! Funk falls to a knee! He starts to slowly work his way up and Callie hits off the ropes! SLINGBLADE TAKES HIM RIGHT DOWN! Callie goes to the cover!

ONE!


TWO!


FUNK THROWS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Callie shrieks out in anger! What is it gonna take to get either of these two down?! She shakes her head, crawling to the corner. She uses the ropes to pull herself up and calls Funk up.. Funk starts to crawl towards her, and she grabs her wrists, winding her knee back FOR THE THOR’S HAMMER– but Severn reaches over to tag her back! Callie’s eyes widen in shock as she realizes what just happened.. And Severn is yelling at her to hit the move anyways, but Callie releases Funk, incensed by the disrespect! She turns to Severn and the two start arguing again! “There’s not a chance in hell that I let you get the pinfall!” Callie shouts, leaving Severn to look at her in shock. He tries to assure her this is for the betterment of the team - but it doesn’t matter as Funk shoves Callie into Severn and drags her down into an O’Connor Roll! The referee slides down to count but stops himself! IT’S A RARE MISTAKE FROM THE HEAT PACKERS, BECAUSE SEVERN IS THE LEGAL ONE! Severn slides in with the quickness and grabs Funk by the head, pulling him off of Callie.. NIGHTMARE FUEL! THE SPIKE DDT, ADOPTED FROM MELODY MALONE CONNECTS! FUNK IS OUT COLD! Severn rolls him over for the cover, nodding!

ONE!



TWO!



THR–DAWSON LEAPS IN TO BREAK IT!

That was almost it, but Brodie Dawson is there to make the save! Severn, pissed that his chances to score a pinfall ahead of StrangleMania and on 1/2 of the tag team champions, rises to his feet and starts throwing hands with Dawson! Dawson is there to meet him and it’s an all out brawl in the center of the ring! They’re throwing hands and the Dallas crowd starts cheering for it, as they’re going all the way at it! Funk starts to work his way up and clubs Severn in the back! The two turns Severn and Funk tucks Severn’s head into his thighs. He lifts him up in powerbomb position and Dawson nods.. BEAUTIFUL DYNAMITE! BACKSTABBER FROM DAWSON AS FUNK TAKES SEVERN DOWN WITH THE POWERBOMB! Severn holds his back in pain, but the Heat Packers aren’t finished! They now march over to Callie Clark, and Funk steps over to the apron! Dawson kicks Callie in the gut and throws her to the middle rope, and FUNK LEAPS OVER THE TOP INTO THE TENNESSEE DESTROYER! Callie gets spiked right onto her head, and what a statement made by The Heat Packers as they’ve effectively hit two of their signature moves on both Callie and Severn!

Mason: This one might just be over already! Beautiful dynamite – then the Tennessee Destroyer! The Heat Packers are establishing dominance over Severn and Callie here!

Livingston: And it’s not gonna bode well for either of these two! StrangleMania may be close, but if the match ends like this – this is a beating that you’ll never forget!

Gray: ..It’s NOT over yet. The Heat Packers are the best tag team in the world now, but Jack Severn is still a resourceful man, I know it.

It looks like they’re going to finally put an end to this one as they watch Callie roll out, but they turn the ring and Severn has rolled out as well! Dawson nods and exits the ring, but so does Funk. Severn is holding his back in pain, and he has no idea what’s awaiting him.. Funk drags Severn up and throws him in and slides in. He nods to Dawson to call for a tag, but somehow Severn pushes himself up and tackles Funk, sending him into Dawson! Dawson goes flying off the apron – BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! Dawson falls to the floor, holding his back. Funk turns around, slowly stumbling into Severn. Severn scoops Funk up into a fireman’s carry. Funk tries to deadweight Severn, but he shows off his strength as he runs into the DVD! The Death Valley Driver connects right into the center of the ring, and Severn makes the cover, nodding profusely!

ONE!



TWO!



THR–FUNK JOLTS A SHOULDER UP!

Every chance Callie and Severn come closing to end this match, the resilience of the Heat Packers show! Severn shakes his head, staring at his knee as he grips with the idea of going to the loaded kneepad or not, something he also gripped with when facing Sally Talfourd. Severn shakes his head, going to the ropes! He’s calling for The Silencer with his bare kneepad! Funk plants his hands on the mat, trying to rise to his feet – but he falls to all fours. Severn charges in, but Funk kicks him in the gut! He tucks his head into his thighs and lifts him upside down.. FOR A PILEDRIVER! Severn gets spiked right onto his head! The Heat Packers were trying to punish the two, but Dan Funk just saw defeat flash before his eyes and he rolls Severn over for The Heat Packer’s second cover of the match, trying to get this one over with!

ONE!



TWO!




THREE–



SPIRAL TAP ONTO FUNK! CALLIE CLARK FLIES OFF THE TOP WITH A SPIRAL TAP!

Callie saves it for the team to a big pop from the crowd, leaving everyone in awe of Callie’s athleticism! Funk rolls off of Severn, holding his back in pain, but Severn definitely got squashed off of that too! Callie crawls over, trying to drag Severn. She finally gets him to their corner and she steps out, tagging herself in! Funk is still dazed but he’s starting to pull himself up.. But Callie snags a hold of his arm! SHE PULLS HIM DOWN INTO EXCELSIOR! The “Finisher Of The Year” submission is locked in and Funk is yelling out in pain! Callie pulls back on the arm as far as she possibly can, and Funk bangs his fist on the mat! He reaches around, but he can’t get anywhere! Callie is pulling back on the arm, and Funk is about to tap!

HE’S GOT HIS HAND, IT’S HOVERING ABOVE THE MAT!

FUNK’S GONNA TA– DAWSON LIES OFF THE TOP INTO A 450 SPLASH ONTO CALLIE! Callie wheezes out in pain, forced to release the hold! Dawson holds his ribs, trying to will Funk up! He nods and Funk starts to rise. Dawson steps out and Funk tags him. Dawson enters the ring and climbs the second rope as Funk starts to set up for The Sayonara Express, but Severn enters the ring and turns Funk around! He taks the leg and hoists him up into THE CATALYST CRUSHER! Callie sees Dawson still on the top rope and nails him with an enzuigiri! Dawson falls, crouched on the middle rope. Callie nods, taking Dawson’s arms and pulling him into THOR’S HAMMER WHILE HE’S STILL AGAINST THE ROPES! Dawson flops to the mat, out of it! Callie falls back, exhausted.

Mason: CATALYST CRUSHER CONNECTS! THOR’S HAMMER CONNECTS! AN UPSET COULD BE PULLED OFF HERE!

Livingston: But all four participants are exhausted! Can anyone find it in themselves to capitalize her!

Gray: Focus on the victory, Jack! It’s RIGHT there!

Severn sees that Callie is exhausted and yells for her to get to the corner so he can finish the job! Callie looks at Severn, confused. She shakes her head, knowing that she can end it here – but when she grabs onto the ropes to get to her feet, she falls right back down onto her face! Severn gasps for air, trying to drag Callie up, but she shoves him off! Callie shakes her head, not tolerating what she perceives as disrespect. Severn is taken aback from the shove and shoves Callie up, the ropes keeping her up on her feet. Callie and Severn start arguing again, but Tori yells at the apron and practically barks at both to get their head in the game! The two turn to Tori and realize what they’ve gotta do to win this.. Severn steps out and holds his hand out for the tag and it looks like Callie is about to tag Severn–

BUT SHE PAINTBRUSH SLAPS HIM INSTEAD! THE TAG IS COMPLETED, BUT AT WHAT COST?!

Mason: CALLIE JUST SLAPPED SEVERN!

Livingston: DID YOU HEAR THAT?! I SURE DID, ALL THE WAY FROM OVER HERE!

Gray: WHAT– WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!

Severn is FURIOUS after that. Callie glares at Severn and as she enters the ring, holds her arms out to offer him the victory.. And Severn revs up his knee for The Silencer.. But turns and slaps Callie back! Dawson and Funk are back up to their feet and ram Severn into the back, squashing Callie into the corner! They quickly pull Severn out and Funk lifts Severn upside down, and Dawson climbs the middle rope to leap into the SAYONARA EXPRESS! Severn gets driven right into the canvas, and Callie crawls up to try and stop the two–

But Funk kicks Callie in the gut and lifts her into an Electric Chair! Dawson steps out and grabs her by the head, looking around.. FINAL JUDGMENT! THE SUPER DDT DRIVES CALLIE INTO THE CANVAS!

BOTH SEVERN AND CALLIE ARE UNCONSCIOUS! Funk covers Severn! Dawson covers Callie!

ONE!



TWO!



THREE!

DING DING DING

Stone: And your winners, via pinfall ... THE HEAT PACKERS!!!

Mason: And just like that, The Heat Packers show their dominance as a tag team by defeating Jack Severn and Callie Clark!

Livingston: Unfortunately it was the ego of both that cost them their match! I’ve got nothing but respect for Severn and Callie but you can’t really expect two like that to get along– hey, Alastor, where are you going?!

Alastor Gray removes his headset, frustrated at the performance tonight. Severn rolls out, ashamed at the loss. Alastor comes down to the ring and helps Severn up, only to scold him afterwards. The two head to the back while Tori takes Callie’s championship and carries her to the back, glaring at Severn and Alastor headed up the ramp. The Heat Packers celebrate their win in the ring but have a skeptical expression as Severn and Callie are gone before they could Too Sweet them.

Mason: Trouble amongst The House before we get to Callie and Jack’s championship match at StrangleMania!

Livingston: All of them have got to get it together! This is a rocky start of the year for The House as a collective!

The camera returns backstage to Joe Danes standing by.

Joe Danes: Ladies and Gentlemen, my guest at this time...

"Primetime" Phoenix Winterborn steps into view, with Marissa Davidson standing beside him.

Danes: Prime's newest acquisition, former HBO Broadcast champion, Phoenix Winterborn. Phoenix, you and Marissa requested this time tonight moments before we go into our main event?

Winterborn: Correct, Joe. Pleasure to meet you, by the by. But...my focus isn't so much on the match upcoming, as it is the match that just happened. More specifically, one of the participants in said match. Our esteemed Indy champion, Callie Clark. Callie, it sounds to me from the murmurs I've been hearing backstage that I'm officially living rent free in your head. Sad to say it's a bit spacious, but I digress. Joe, tell me something. What is the value of a name?

He remains quiet, cocking his head towards Phoenix.

Winterborn: That's okay, I'll tell ya. The more a name is seen, the less value that name has. Which is why I'm not competing tonight. However, I will be between those ropes on the next exciting edition of Prime, where I will qualify for the Elimination Chamber at World Wide. And then...and then, Callie. I will be one step closer to laying claim to the Indy championship. One step away. Think about that. Not just you, Callie, but everyone else in that match. It doesn't matter who I have to go through to hoist that title up for the world to see. The clock is ticking. Day by day. Hour by hour. Minute. By. Minute. I'll see y'all in a couple weeks when I make my in-ring debut for Prime. Toodles.

Patting Joe Danes on the shoulder, he and Marissa exit the frame as the camera goes back to ringside.

SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE


Dalilah Ashe
Vs Sally Talfourd
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em

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We return to ringside where we see Mason looking into the camera.

Mason: I can not wait to see what happens when Phoenix Winterborn steps into the ring as a member of the Prime roster. However, for now, it's main event time on Prime and it should be a cracker of a contest. 

Stone: And now introducing Prime's most Deadly Sin. She is the Beautiful Tragedy of the EWC and your The Last Temptation:

DALILAH ASHE

Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?

Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie begins to play as a blue and purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell dying roses as red and yellow disco lights swirl and spin over the crowd. The curtain parts as Dalilah Ashe appears wearing one of her twisted horror masks and a crown of black roses and thorns. She opens her arms to hold the crowd in the long cold embrace of her contempt.

Cocking her head to one side and holding her arms stiff at her sides she begins a long zombie, walk to the ring.  Every now and again jerking her head in the direction of someone in the crowd to leer at them freakishly from behind the twisted mask. Followed closely by her handler Sinestro Sinister and her bodyguard Bedlam Briggs, she continues her living dead Zombie walk to the ring. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron Dalilah looms over the audience like some ancient icon of sex and death. She stares down at them, her hideous mask filling many with fear and disgust. Sliding between the ropes she kneels down in the center of the ring, staring blindly through her opponent, her eyes showing contempt from behind the hard plastic shell that doesn't fully obscure her cruel intentions.

Stone: And the opponent…

The buzz of the crowd falls as the lights fade down and everyone finds themselves in darkness. After a moment of nothing, there's the crackling of an old recording, and then a voice, distorted, warped and deep:

If you’re going to try, go all the way.

There is no other feeling like that.

The Extreme-tron begin to flicker to life with old reel of film showing various clips from home videos, shots of children, mountains rising in the distance, bygone relics of a person's life. Underneath it all, the sound of a heart beating, a steady rhythm.

You will be alone with the gods

And the nights will flame with fire.

The Extreme-tron continues to flicker with the images of an era bygone. The final clip comes to focus on a figure - a woman - standing silhouetted by bright lights with her back to the audience, alone.

You will ride life straight to perfect laughter,

It’s the only good fight there is.

There's a pause, the only sound a beating heart, and then the beginning of 'Lacrimosa' by Mozart (remix by Krutikov Music) comes across the PA, the music swelling across the arena. The fan's reception is a mix of cheers and boos. The Extreme-tron still shows the silhouette of a lone person standing in the shadows.

Then, mirroring that shot, a sole spotlight fades in at the top of the ramp, and we find 'The Last Magician' Sally Talfourd with her back to the arena, a perfect replica of the silhouetted figure. The crowd gets louder as Sally turns to face the crowd as the first crescendo of the music hits, her arms outstretched and her head bowed. Around her waist, the Undisputed Championship belt.

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Stone: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring ... she is the EWC Undisputed Champion ... 'The Last Magician'.......... Sally Talfourd!

Sally lowers her arms, raises her head, and makes her way down the ramp. The spotlight follows her as she makes a direct line to the ring. She climbs the stairs and walks to the midpoint of the side, bowing her head, then pulling the EWC Undisputed Championship from her waist to hold it up to the fans in the shadows who are a combination of love and hatred. Stepping through the ropes, Sally takes turns on the posts posing with the belt, climbing them with a before stepping to the centre, and with a flurry and a twirl unwraps her hanbok, handing it over the ropes to the crew along with her belt and then takes up position in her corner of the ring, stretching her legs on the ropes and readying herself for the match.

DING DING DING

Ashe runs at Sally ramming a knee into her gut. Ashe then rains down on Sally’s back and shoulders with forearms before lifting Sally up and over for a suplex that comes crashing down to the canvas. Sally gets to her feet as Ash runs at Sally spinning around her and bringing her down to the mat with a slingblade. Ashe hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Sally lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Ashe gets to her feet and runs off the ropes. She smacks into Sally with a V-trigger knee to the jaw. Ashe makes another cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Sally rolls to her side breaking the count. Ashe lifts Sally to her feet but Sally kicks at the back of Ashe’s leg knocking her to the mat. Sally leaps with a knee to the ribs of Ashe before hooking the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Ashe pushes herself free breaking the count. Ashe scrambles to her feet but Sally knocks her back down with a spinning wheel kick. Again Sally makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Ashe shoves Sally away as she rolls to her side.

Mason: Both getting their shots in here!

Livingston: They are but Sally Talfourd will be seeing stars after that knee. Dalilah Ashe the same after that heel kick. Both may want to win this one but can they afford to take the punishment from the other?

Sally lifts Ashe to her feet and smacks her with an elbow right to the chest. Sally whips Ashe to the corner and follows her to the corner driving her back with a dropkick. Ashe drops to the mat where Sally drops down with a legdrop. Sally rolls over and makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Ashe rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Ashe slowly pulls herself to her feet as Sally runs in hitting Lights Out! She makes yet another cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Ashe has to roll to her front in order to break the count.

Mason: A kick out there but under this kind of pressure, we may be moments from a Sally Talfourd win!

Livingston: Certainly if Dalilah Ashe can’t get back into this match and soon!

Sally pulls Ashe to her feet and jumps for Either Or. Ashe counters by catching Sally mid-air and ramming her into the corner. Ashe strikes with a forearm to the jaw and a hard whip to the opposite corner. Sally hits so hard it doubles her over leaving her open for Ashe do drive her to the mat with a double underhook DDT. Sally manages to stumble back to her feet but walks into a mandible claw from Ashe. As Sally struggles to free herself, Ashe transitions it into a uranage that takes Sally to the mat. Ashe hooks the leg.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Sally lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Sally uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet but Ashe runs at her and leaps hitting an Ashes To Ashes. Sally drops to the mat. Ashe rolls her to her back and makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Sally just manages to push Ashe off her to break the count.

Mason: Safe to say she got back into the match.

Livingston: Damn near won it too. The Champion must now be thinking ‘what DO I need to do to keep her down?’

Sally struggles to get to her feet abut Ashe scoops her up and drives Sally to the mat with Die Monster Die! Sally crashes to the mat where Ashe makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Sally manage to lift a shoulder off the mat with what energy she has left to break the count. Ashe drags Sally to her feet looking to finish her off. Sally pushes Ashe back and hits an Either Or out of almost nowhere. Ashe slumps to the mat where Sally makes a cover.

ONE…



TWO…



THR… NO! KICK OUT!

Ashe lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Both lay on the mat gasping for breath.

Mason: Both look spent after that exchange!

Livingston: Each one giving it everything! One to prove she can beat the champion, the other looking to prove how good she can be as champion!

Ashe gets to her feet first and she grabs Sally. Ashe tries to apply a Momento Mori. Sally manages to kick off the mat and bring Ashe crashing to the mat. This gives Sally time to spring off the ropes and come down onto Ashe with High Hopes. She makes a cover as the referee counts.

ONE…



TWO…



THREE!

DING DING DING

Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... SALLY TALFOURD!!!

Sally climbs to the tunrnbuckles and holds up her championship. Some in the crowd cheer, some boo.

Mason: What a match that was! Both came an eyelash from victory many times but it’s The Champion, Sally Talfourd that once again comes out victorious!

Livingston: She did here but it could all have gone wrong for her had Dalilah Ashe been able to properly lock in Momento Mori.

Mason: I'll say it again in case you missed it, what a match that was! What a show this was! I need to go lie down after that but we will be back soon so join us then here on Prime! 

The camera feed cuts 

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SEGMENT WRITERS

Morgan Darkwater
Narumi Tsutsumi
Jack Severn
Divewire
Rotten Mark Keaton
Jack Severn
Primetime Phoenix Winterborn

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RECAP OF WINNERS

SINGLES MATCH
Cassie Wolfe Vs Morden Cryprt
WINNER: Morden Crypt
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SINGLES MATCH
Divewire Vs Gabi Vee
WINNER: Divewire

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SINGLES MATCH
Marquise Hathaway Vs Narumi Tsutsumi
WINNER: Narumi Tsutsumi

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SINGLES MATCH
Bruce Booth Vs Candy
WINNER: Candy

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TAG TEAM MATCH
NON-TITLE
The House (Callie Clark& Jack Severn) Vs The Heat Packers
WINNERS: Heat Packers

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SINGLES MATCH
NON-TITLE
Dalilah Ashe Vs Sally Talfourd
WINNER: Sally Talfourd 

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MOTN WINNERS
Dalilah Ashe vs Sally Talfourd


MVP WINNER
Narumi Tsutsumi

BACONATOR BOUNTY WINNER

Candy

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