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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #118
March 2ND 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse in Cleveland, OH
PRIME
EPISODE #118
March 2ND 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse in Cleveland, OH
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 Indy Champion Callie Clark, The EWC World Tag Team champions The Heat Packers, and the Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd are all featured. Lastly, we see a smiling Jordan Sharpe put his feet up on his desk.
After one final pan over the crowd, we get some shots of a few of the signs being held up by the fans ..
PRIME IS THE CHAMPION OF MY TELEVISION NOT THE LAD
THE MAIN EVEN IS GONNA BE SWEET
THE HOUSE EVEN WINS AT HAPPY FAMILIES
I HAD NO PAPER FOR THIS SIGN SO IT'S ON WOOD
JUSTIN PAIGE NEARLY TURNED ME
A DEAMON JUST SCREAMED AT ME
The camera centers on ringside at the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse, 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: Welcome to Prime number 118!
Livingston: I'd say I'm excited to be here but I can barely hear myself think over this crowd! Cleveland, Ohio has shown up and shown out for EWC tonight!
Mason: What a treat these fans are in for though. We start with the new Television Champion, The Lad, in his first defense when he goes up against Dalilah Ashe. After that we have what could be a cracker in Phoenix Winterborn against Divewire and then Cassie Wolfe battles it out with Bruce Booth!
Livingston: Add to that a Tornado war between The House and The Screamin' Deamons. Add on Alexander Umbra taking on Sally Talfourd and then to cap it all off, we have Narumi Tsutsumi versus Candy in what has the potential to be match of the year and you are looking at a hell of a show!
Mason: I can not wait to get started, I don't think I have been this excited since Victor Price left as GM!
Livingston: You must have had a cracking wedding night.
Mason: Ha ha!
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SINGLES MATCH
FOR THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Dalilah Ashe
Vs The Lad
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
FOR THE EWC TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
Dalilah Ashe
Vs The Lad
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where we see Eric Mason.
Mason: We open with something interesting. When this match was announced it wasn't for a championship. As so much can happen in a short time, The Lad then won the EWC Television Championship at Paramount #40, defeating Marcu$ $t. John in what many are referring to as the upset of the year already. As a result this match IS for the EWC Television Championship. So let's head to the ring.
Stone: The following match is set for one fall! Joining us first…Prime's most Deadly Sin. She is the Beautiful Tragedy of the EWC and The Last Temptation:
DALILAH ASHE
Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?
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, residing in Hell’s Kitchen, New York and weighing in at 223 pounds he is the EWC Television Champion... THE LAD!
As the infectious beat from "Exhibit C" by Jay Electronica comes on, The Lad steps out from behind the curtain. Massaging his wrist, he stares out to the world before him. He puts up a quiet prayer before marching down the ramp. He offers quick high-fives to those who put out their hands. With his head lowered, he looks at the ring and hits the stairs. Once on the ring apron, he pays his respects by cleaning his feet. When he gets in the ring, he goes to his corner and waits.
DING DING DING
Ashe runs at The Lad spinning into a slingblade. Ashe leaps for an elbow drop but hits nothing but mat as The Lad rolls to his side. Both get to their feet but Ashe spins on the balls of her feet and cracks The Lad with a spinning backfist that drops him down to one knee. Ashe runs off the ropes and cracks The Lad with a V-trigger knee. The Lad drops to the mat where Ashe makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
The Lad lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Ashe lifts The Lad to his feet but he slaps Ashe hard across the face, Ashe lashes out but The Lad ducks and knocks Ashe down with a discus lariat. Ashe gets to her feet but The Lad takes her back to the mat with a pendulum backbreaker. Ashe staggers to her feet but The Lad takes her over with a hurricanrana. He grabs her legs rolling into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe pushes her way free to break the count.
Mason: A big kick out there by Dalilah Ashe!
Livingston: A good move to try for the win too it has to be said!
Both get to their feet. Ashe chops The Lad across the chest. She goes to chop him again but The Lad ducks and spins Ashe into a Oak City Special. He places his feet on Ashe’s shoulders as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe smacks her ankles on the sides of The Lad’s head breaking the count. Both slowly get to their feet. Ashe scoops The Lad up for Die Monster Die. The lad manages to slip off Ashe’s shoulders but Ashe superkicks The Lad in the gut and pulls him into Some Kinda Hate. Ashe hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
The Lad rolls to his side breaking the count.
Mason: That was a close one!
Livingston: I’ll say! The way she drove his head to the mat, I’m surprised he can move never mind roll!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall and STILL EWC Television Champion... THE LAD!!!Mason: That is a big win and it is a smart win! The Lad has come here to Prime and defended his Television Championship in a very important matchup!
Livingston: Exactly. If Dalilah Ashe dropped The Lad to the mat, this was all over and we would be talking about the new EWC Television Champion. The Lad was able to use his strength and power his way to the win.
The Lad leans on the ropes, championship over his shoulder, looking out at the crowd. He grabs the top rope and slides, feet first, under the ropes to the outside where he holds his championship high as he heads up the ramp.
Mason: The Lad heads away taking a successful championship defence with him
Livingston: As he leaves, I hear that We can go to the back right now to catch up with Amber Lisa. So let's head there now.
The camera cuts to the backstage area.
Backstage we see Amber Lisa was wearing her RAINBOWLUTION X SHINIJOSHI hoodie with her the Paramount Dynasty Ttitle over her right shoulder talking with her Uncle Saul going over some things they saw from watching Justin Paige match earlier on Gambit. She was there to help support her fellow Stable member and Leader/Mentor Narumri for the main event tonight against Candy. Amber Lisa’s smile big and before her Uncle could stop her she ran over to Justin Paige.
Amber Lisa : HEY JUSTIN WAIT UP!
Justin Paige was wearing his denim jeans with a shirt on now trying to relax a bit after his debut match over on Gambit, when he hears something like a annoying little bee. He turns around and sees that it is Amber Lisa, the Paramount Dynasty Champion. He stop in his tracks, standing there not looking happy as Amber is now standing in front of him with her hand offered out to him. He just stare down at it like with a cold glare. Uncle Saul watches him closely as Amber introduces her self with a huge grin.
Amber Lisa: I want to introduce myself!
Amber stands there waiting for him to shake her hand as he stares down at it once again. She laughs it off as her Uncle shakes his head at the fact that Justin was disrespecting her at this moment. Amber smiles at him.
Amber Lisa: I’m Amber Lisa! I use to be here on Prime but because of a certain person who I really do not want to mention, I'm over at Paramount but it looks like it was a great choice for me... and now you and I will be in a match over at my new home! I know is going to be great match... and it will be your first official match! I remember how it was for me... for my first official match.. I had all these knots in my tummy...
Uncle Saul places a hand over Amber Lisa’s mouth as he shakes his head with a bit of a sigh.
Uncle Saul: Sorry, My niece here loves meeting new people but doesn't know when to shut it at times and just can’t read the room. She lives inside of this bubble, I can tell though, you don’t give a damn who she is but, but know this, been a new person around here before and you should respect the champion here.
Justin stares at her in disgust. Uncle Saul stare right back at him with the same look. Amber Lisa gently pulls her Uncle back.
Justin: Well then…I guess I get to be your last match. Maybe next time you'll have the ovaries to put the title on the line, little girl. You're lucky that I have to go through Prime first..
Justin and Amber now are both eye to eye and he shoulder checks her out of the way as he continues down the hallway. Saul starts to follow but Amber stops him with an arm across his chest.
Amber Lisa: It ok... Jason told me I will still be looked down on as a champion I just have to make sure I give them reason inside of the ring not too.
Amber just sighed softly looking down at her title and then back up with soft look of determination for her match against him.
Money for Nothing is blaring through the arena. Mark Keaton is standing in the ring, he's got a weight belt strapped around his waist, and another one strapped around his chest, blocking off his faded AC/DC T-Shirt. He's standing between two weight benches with a rack of weights behind him.
RMK: Ladies and gentle dudes, your Moist Beefcake is here before you with another REMARKABLE CHALLENGE!
Mark waits for a reaction, there really isn't one so he continues.
RMK: This week, I’m going to prove that not only am I a radical Karate Champion, but I'm also a remarkably gifted bench pressing GOD! So right now, I'm challenging ANYONE in EWC to pit their chesticles against my oiled up tit bricks and let's see who can bench the most!
Mason: Mark Keaton and his chesticles laying out a bold challenge here to the entire EWC roster? That's a bold move here by The Remarkable One.
Livingston: Well it's been a minute, Mason! I don't hear any entrance music, nor do I see anyone accepting his challenge. It looks like we're just going to have to put the Bench Pressing Champion up on another pedestal! Mark Keaton has proven he's a master of Karate and now he's…..
The lights go out, silencing Livingston..
ZERO walks slowly out to the ramp as the lights come back slowly, the fans stand in anticipation. Moises walks just behind ZERO's left, jawing at nearby fans as his masked monster slowly makes his way to the ring.
Mason: Check this out! Ask and you shall receive Mark! ZERO is here to answer the challenge!
Livingston: SIX FOUR, three hundred and forty pounds of him Mason!
The worried expression is painted all over Mark's face as ZERO stands next to the left bench. Moises motions for his monster to get ready. Mark nods as ZERO lays down on the bench. Mark stretches his arms. He lays down, he brings the microphone to his mouth.
RMK: FIRST WEIGHT! Four Hundred and fifty seven thousand McChicken Nuggets….or to those who are mathematically handicapped, two hundred and twenty five pounds!
ZERO starts, he quickly benches the weight and hangs it up like he just benched a pillow
Mark benches it, but has trouble, he hangs the bar but then grabs his shoulder, he rolls around the ring, faking pain like a soccer player looking for a penalty.
Livingston: It looks like this competition is over, Mark may have sprained something here! We'll have to pick this up another time!
RMK: I have an announcement to make, due to the fact that my arm is shattered in five places, I have to use my official substitute for this challenge!
The entire corner of the ring is suddenly covered in thick fog, when it eventually dissipates, the 7'2, 320 pound, masked monster is standing in the corner, Morden Crypt.
Mason: This man genuinely scares me.
Livingston: We are about to have a bench pressing contest unlike anything we've ever seen Mason! This is amazing!
Mark instructs his masked, monstrous son to adjust himself on the weight bench. Both monsters are ready for the next weight.
RMK: NEXT WEIGHT, One million, five hundred and eighty seven thousand Tim Horton's Coffees! Or three hundred and fifty pounds!
Mason: Why can't he just say the pounds? What is wrong with that man?
Livingston: It's educational!
Moises looks unimpressed, knowing full well what his own monster is capable of. Both masked monsters easily bench the three hundred and fifty pounds.
RMK: This could totally go on all night, so let's jack this bitch up! NEXT WEIGHT, five hundred and eighty loaves of bread, or FIVE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY POUNDS, to those who are not bread eaters!
Once again, it's no issue for both monsters as they bench the weight like it's nothing. Moises doubts that Morden's plates are legitimate so he walks over to check the weights. Mark interrupts him and puts a hand on his arm. Moises shoves Mark's hand away. Morden Crypt stands up behind Moises, he's ready to grab him when ZERO spins Morden around and the two monsters are staring at each other in between the benches now.
Mason: We have a situation brewing here! This could get out of hand quickly!
ZERO punches Morden right in the face! The giant barely moves his head and strikes back, the same result! Mark and Moises are standing by, realizing the violent encounter about to erupt, they both back away, not daring to get in the middle of the explosion. Both monsters start quickly punching each other as the fans explode in excitement! Morden pushes ZERO over the bench and jumps on top of him, punching his face, but ZERO forces Morden over and starts punching him! Mark kicks ZERO in the back but gets grabbed by the shirt and flung through the middle ropes like he weighed nothing! Morden throws ZERO off of him and grabs the weight bar with five hundred and eighty pounds on it, he picks it up chest height and throws it at ZERO! The man catches it! He tosses it back at Morden but it misses, rolls out of the ring and pins Mark to the padded mats on the outside! Moises is shouting at ZERO from the outside now, both monsters are throwing weights at each other as security rush the ring!
Mason: The bell has been ringing constantly, security is here now! Stop these men before they completely destroy the ring!
Livingston: OH GOD! ZERO just threw that security guard into the first row!!! That has to be a fine! He's not on the Prime roster!!
Morden Crypt and ZERO are dealing with dozens of security now, throwing them around like ragdolls, eventually Mark and Moises get control of their monsters and talk them down, Mark talks Morden up the ramp while Moises is in the ring, trying to calm down ZERO in the corner. Security is laid out everywhere, outside and inside the ring.
Mason: That was an absolutely scary moment! Those two would have destroyed this entire arena if it wasn't for their mentors! This can't be the last time these two masked creatures see each other!
Livingston: It's only a matter of time, Mason! You could feel the hate just pouring out of that brawl, those two would have crashed through steel walls to get a hold of each other!
Mason: Wow! Stay tuned, ladies and gentleman, these more Prime action coming up next!
Cut to the Gorilla position backstage where Divewire is doing some final stretches before he steps out onto the stage. Joe Danes arrives right before the music hits.
Joe Danes: Divewire, may I catch a last-minute word with you? Arlington, you are about to step through this curtain to face one of the most dangerous wrestlers on the Prime roster in Phoenix Winterborn! What are you going to do out there right now to show the fans that you are more than just another flavour-of-the-week?
Divewire smiles and stares at the floor. He shrugs and looks at Joe.
Divewire: Joe, have you ever had an apple-orange smoothie from that juice bar 'Anna In The Raw' over on 9th? Best in Cleveland! Just wow! Sometimes trying 2 very different flavours at the very same time is simply magical. But that is neither here nor there. What really matters is that no matter what happens out there tonight, I’ve done everything I can to get ready for this match against The American Tradition. And that’s really how I’m taking this: one match at a time. Winterborn, you were right when you said that Jordan Sharpe is really putting me through the motions. Lucky me. To face the best in the game and become better myself is the opportunity of a lifetime. Teach me well. There is no substitute for preparation…
Music hits.
Divewire: …and I’m ready for a real classic!
Divewire throws open the curtain and exits to the arena.
We return to ringside where we see the empty ring and the fans in attendance. We can hear Eric Mason.
Mason: I'd tell you what match is up next, but it seems Divewire already did. This should be a good match so let's head to the ring.
Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first…
'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, from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 229 pounds... PHOENIX WINTERBORN!
The electronic lyrics of Scandroid echo through the arena, as Marissa Davidson stands alongside Phoenix Winterborn on the stage. AS the record scratches, and his logo appears on the tron, spotlights focus down on him before he starts making his way towards the ring As the chorus kicks up, Marissa holds the ropes open for him as he hops in, leaning against the far ropes with his arms extended to accept the cheers of the crowd.
DING DING DING
Phoenix runs at Divewire but he’s stopped by a dropkick from Divewire. Phoenix staggers as Divewire charges. Divewire ducks a clothesline and throws himself back at Phoenix with a Pele Kick. Phoenix stumbles as Divewire handsprings off the ropes and back at Phoenix with a cutter. Divewire rolls Phoenix over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix shoves his way free to break the count. Divewire lifts Phoenix to his feet and jumps for a poisonrana. Phoenix manages to counter by dropping back with an electric chair. Both get to their feet. Phoenix charges at Divewire hitting a shotgun dropkick that sends Divewire crashing back into the corner. Divewire staggers out of the corner where Phoenix scoops him up and flows over with a fisherman suplex. Divewire manages to roll to his feet before Phoenix can bridge into a pin. Both get to their feet. Divewire lashes out with a right hand that Phoenix ducks. He grabs Divewire from behind and lifts him onto the top turnbuckle. Phoenix climbs to the top turnbuckle himself and grabs Divewire taking him down with a German suplex. Phoenix rolls from the tunbuckles and drops down on Divewire with an elbow drop. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire pulls his shoulder up off the mat to break the count.
Mason: Close but no cigar!
Livingston: No pinfall either! That was a good kick out!
Phoenix lifts Divewire to his feet but brings him crashing back down to the mat with a Firestorm. He rolls Divewire over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire shoves his way free breaking the count. Phoenix sits Divewire up and smacks him in the face with forearms. Phoenix pulls Divewire to his feet and whips him to the corner. Divewire manages to run up the turnbuckles and throws himself back at Phoenix with a version of Got My Back. Not done, Divewire climbs to the top turnbuckle and crashes down onto Phoenix with Landfall. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix is forced to roll to his side in order to break the count.
Mason: I wish I could tell you how he kicked out of that!
Livingston: I don’t know, I just don’t know!
Divewire gets to his feet and runs off the ropes for a shining wizard. Phoenix manages to duck it and rolls Divewire with a school boy. Phoenix tries to apply a Failed Redemption. Divewire counters with a small package. Phoenix kicks out before a count can be made. As Phoenix gets to his feet, Divewire rolls to the apron. He springs back into the ring hitting Phoenix with Over It. Divewire rolls him over and makes a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... DIVEWIRE!!!Mason: What an incredible match! Counter after counter and at the end of it all, Divewire stands victorious!
Livingston: Small packages, school boys. Even the failed Failed Redemption. This could easily have been a Phoenix Winterborn victory here tonight and Divewire will know it!
Divewire 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.
Mason: He seems pleased with the victory.
Livingston: Someone else with a smile on their face, right now, is Mark Keaton. Let's catch up with him to see why
The camera cuts to Mark Keaton in his locker room
Backstage at the Rocket Mortgage Fieldhouse in Cleveland, Remarkable Mark Keaton checks his look in the locker room mirror. Happy with what he sees, he curls his lip, and gives his reflection a cocky sneer and a double finger-gun salute. From behind him a second uninvited reflection joins his in the glass.
Lacey Savage: Don't shoot. I surrender.
With a cocky grin Keaton turns around to face her.
RMK: Well hello, e'llo, e'llo. Sex-y lady. What can Mark Keaton do for you?
Keaton's smirk fades as the enormous form of Bedlam Briggs joins the party.
RMK: Hold up now honey. No dogs allowed.
Bedlam audibly growls in Mark's direction. Lacey places a restraining hand on her guard dog's broad chest.
Lacey Savage: Easy big boy. Mark's a friend. Or at least I hope that he will be after tonight.
Mark grins again, his active imagination intrigued.
RMK: And what's gonna happen tonight?
Lacey leans in a little bit closer to him.
Lacey Savage: Why tonight you and Morden take on that Scottish Savage and his mentor JoJo Rush. I just hope that the rest of their stable mates don't have any plans to turn your match into a House Party.
Mark eyes her suspiciously.
RMK: Yeah, well, what if they do? Whats that got to do with me and you?
Lacey smiles and brushes his shoulder flirtatiously with a fingertip.
Lacey Savage: Let's just say that I've got a Remarkable proposition for you.
Mark looks from her lingering finger to the view offered by her low cut top.
RMK: And what did you have in mind?
Lacey looks pleased.
Lacey Savage: I was thinking that maybe you might be interested in making it a group thing.
RMK: Okay, I'm listening.
Lacey pushes up close and her voice becomes breathy.
Lacey Savage: Well. Mark. I was thinking that you might want to join Me... and Dalilah...
At the mention of The Last Temptation Mark's interest is piqued.
RMK: Yes...
Lacey Savage: And Malice and Mayhem...
Mark takes a step back as things were starting to get weird, even for him.
RMK: Now wait a second there baby doll...
Lacey looks perplexed.
Lacey Savage: What's the problem? I was just going to ask if you, and possibly Morden Crypt, would be interested in joining our stable.
Mark looks relieved, but also just a little bit disappointed.
RMK: Oh... Um, sure, The FEUD. I heard that you guys were recruiting. But why would I want to join up with that freak show? What could you and your goons possibly do for a blue chip Canadian Beefcake like Remarkable Mark Keaton?
Lacey Savage: Well, for starters, we could help you out when groups like The House and The Shinijoshi come looking to poop all over your party. Let's not kid ourselves Mark, a man with your... um... very particular personality has more than his fair share of haters.
RMK: They're jealous of all this Grade A, bodacious beef, baby. They just can't stand how amazingly moist my meat can be.
Lacey raises an eyebrow at his choice of phrasing.
Lacey Savage: Oh, I have no doubt about that. But The FEUD can help you deal with all that unwarranted animosity.
Mark seems to be listening to her logic.
Lacey Savage: What I'm offering you is my help as a full service business manager and a family that can be understand and appreciate someone with your obvious positive attributes. What I'm saying is that we won't judge you, or Morden, because of your... quirks. You'll both be welcome in our little Family.
Mark scratches his head, not completely grasping her meaning.
Lacey Savage: What it comes down to Mark, is that in the current environment in the EWC it really doesn't pay to be too much of an individual. Having a group of like minded individuals to watch your back could be in all of our mutual best interests. After all, why should they have safety in numbers while the rest of us wait to be picked off one or two at a time, like lost sheep in a lonely field? I do hope that you'll put some thought into our offer.
With that Lacey and Bedlam turn to leave. On their way out the door Lacey glances back in Mark's direction. Putting her thumb and pinky finger next to her cheek she mimes holding up a phone and silently mouths the words CALL ME with a come hither grin.
Mark is left alone with much to consider. He stares at himself in the mirror before yelling over his shoulder into the shadows.
RMK: MORDEN! Put your face on and get your big ass in gear Junior, we got ourselves a match to win.
We return from commercial to a much hyped and excited Cleveland crowd. There is a buzz running through everyone in attendance, people having come from far and wide to see the best that Prime … nay, EWC has to offer. The ring set-up though is a little different. To those who tuned in to the recent Rampage, the posters adorning ringside would be familiar. The two in the ring, a little different but the same in principle. On one side, a large poster with a woman who, if you squint a little, might look like the singer Rachel Bilson, though given the name Sara Jacobs runs down the side it cannot be. In the bottom right corner is #100. The other poster, a woman unique to herself with a headscarf on and thick, dark eyeshadow framing her piercing eyes – the face of who we can assume owns the name Leila Farrahi that runs down the side. In the bottom right of this corner is #150.
From ringside, not even dignifying what will undoubtedly a self-aggrandising affair, Quinn Stone begins her announcement.
Quinn Stone: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to welcome down to the ring … the EWC Undisputed Champion, Sally Talfourd!
'Lacrimosa' hits the speakers, the crowd unimpressed that the Sally Talfourd Countdown is pulling into the station. However, Sally seems completely unperturbed as she bursts out to the stage, hooting and hollering like it’s Stranglemania come early, dressed in her ring gear with a worn and fading Professional Wrestling Association shirt that is quite a snug fit atop her wrestling gear. She races from one end of the stage to the other, coming to standstill at the top of the ramp. With all the drama and emphasis she can muster, she raises her belt high in the air akin to the freeze frame ending of an over-the-top anime. After holding for a little too long, she let’s out a “Let’s go!” at the top of her lungs before racing down the ramp.
Eric Mason: And here comes EWC’s champion, fresh off that “appearance” at Rampage. You know, John, it’s times like this I wonder what world Sally thinks she’s living in.
John Livingston: What do you mean, Eric?
Eric Mason: Look at the fans: They completely revile her. No love at all. And then you look at how she’s carrying herself as though it’s 2023 Sally Talfourd.
John Livingston: Well, whatever world she’s living in, let me in too! Looks like she’s living the dream.
Rolling under the bottom rope, Sally comes up with her own microphone out of nowhere. She takes to the two turnbuckles that the posters haven’t blocked out, climbing them with the broadest of smiles, posing with her belt under the lights. The boo’s ring out louder with each pose before Sally stands between the two posters. Mic almost at the ready, she lowers it as the crowd gets all animated and riles up once more. Then, determined to push through, Sally begins.
Sally Talfourd: Cleveland, I love you too! My gosh, it’s been a while since I came here. Walked the street, met the people, lived the experience. I’m sure it was just last year when … wait …
Sally presses a finger to her ear, feigning a earpiece being there. She nods her head, as though she were receiving a message.
Sally Talfourd: I’m sorry folks, I stand corrected: I was mixing up last year’s trip to Somalia. But, I mean, pretty much the same thing, right? A failed state filled with desperate people? I suppose Cleveland does have less pirates … until Brawl comes to town.
The fans do not take nicely to being compared to Somalia.
Sally Talfourd: Anyway, enough of that. We’re here to celebrate a milestone … a moment in history … an epoch-defining event that will be remember for all the time to come that professional wrestling exists. It is, of course, my Countdown to 300! And that moment in history will be when I defeat Xavier Reid and retain the EWC Undisputed Championship for my 300th career win.
There’s enough animosity for Sally that the mere mention of the next person who may knock her off her throne gets a raucous cheer.
Sally Talfourd: From that reaction, I’m guessing Reid’s family is in town? Tell me, can you buy a family ticket when your kids are also your niece and nephew? I get confused. But what I’m not confused about is the path that has led me here, the path that the Magic laid before me. Last week, on Rampage, we looked at where that path started. Now, we move much further down. Down to the 100th win and then the 15t0th, and back to two opponents that I can confidently say I would be happy to step into with once more. For the 100th win, we have here none other than Sara Jacobs – and anyone who has been fortunate enough to follow my majestic career will remember the many, many matches we had.
Sally steps closer to the poster of Tara, turning to face it head-on.
Sally Talfourd: We stole shows, pay per views and the hearts of anyone who watched. PWA would not have survived without us and the spotlight we drew to. We were masters of the ring, and no one could dream of matching us skill-for-skill. For a time, I couldn’t image a better opponent … a better rival … but then, as Tara was moving on, Leila came to us and the rest, they say, is history.
Sally slowly walks over to the poster of Leila Farrahi. She lovingly wraps an arm around it.
Sally Talfourd: There is as much love as there is hate to this story. Indeed, our story transcended PWA, where it concluded in APW. Once partners and allies, we tread that path so many great tag team do, and what was once trust turned to hatred. That turned started with that match, my 150th win. Neither of these two women could handle the fact that I was destined to transcend them both; to become something bigger and greater than either of them. However, I knew. And the Magic knew. It chose me! It continues to choose me! I am Prime’s chosen one! EWC’s chosen one!
Jack Severn: “Chosen one?!”
Sally swings her head around towards the ramp, where Jack Severn has emerged. Microphone in hand, Jack paces on the stage.
Jack Severn: I want to make one thing perfectly clear, Miss Magic. You are NOT the EWC’s chosen one, and you are certainly never going to be Prime’s chosen one as long as I am breathing. You wanna talk about how great you are, how long your career has been, how you’ve transcended… the only thing you’ve transcended into being is, well frankly, a little bitch! I mean, you had to throw the kitchen sink at me just to sneak out with a win at Clash at the Coliseum! Let’s face it, you had the skill to win without all that fluff, it’s not like you’re a paper champion by any means. But the fact of the matter is, I think the Magic has run out, hasn’t it? That last push to become Undisputed Champion… it’s turned you into nothing more than a coward, and the reason you felt the need to cheat your way into a victory over me is because you KNOW you can’t beat me!
Sally Talfourd: You know, Jack, it’s funny. I watch you have your big sook after every loss, after every shortcoming. You’re a record stuck on repeat. After you get kicked to the curb - by me, by anyone - you always concern yourself about what someone else did to secure a victory rather than looking in the mirror and coming to grips with what you did not do! Rather than hating yourself for not putting in the effort it takes to just be mediocre, much less to be a champion, you hate me for being one! So maybe I pushed the envelope against you in the Coliseum - so what? I did what I needed to do to win. You don’t have the guts to do that; you don’t have the courage to be good enough!
Jack Severn: Courage? That’s rich coming from you - someone running from everyone calling you out for the fraud you are! Every week we’ve got to put up with some self-aggrandizing diatribe, minutes and minutes of our lives lost that we will never get back. So instead of putting up for it for any longer, how about I come down there and shut you up for good?
Jack drops his microphone and runs down to the ring, and Sally slides out as soon as Jack slides in. Enraged as Sally begins quickly stumbling towards the ramp, Jack throws the Sara Jacobs poster at her! Sally just barely dodges as Jack begins tearing up the Leila poster! He grabs Sally’s dropped microphone and addresses her with open arms.
Jack Severn: What do you say, champ?! Wanna bet against The House?!
A look of utter disgust crosses the champion’s face, and she just starts to turn back up the ramp. Jack smirks and turns towards the crowd.
Jack Severn: That’s what I thought! Because The House! Always! W-
Before Jack can finish his sentence, he’s clocked from behind by Sally’s Undisputed Championship! She’s gotten back in the ring, and now brutally stomps on Jack. As Jack starts to get back up, she lines him up for another belt shot, but he ducks! He fires back with a knee, attempting The Silencer, but Sally ducks and rolls out of the ring again, much to the chagrin of the audience. Sally finally walks back up the ramp towards the stage, as Jack, clutching the back of his head, stares at her, enraged.
One of the ringside medics tries to check on Jack, and he just shoves him away as he exits the ring. Jack kicks one of the ringside posters and makes his way to the stage, hoping he can find Sally back there still, but she’s long gone.
We return to ringside where Eric Mason is craning his neck trying to see.
Mason: I can't get a good look but I do hope he's alright. In the meantime, we have some hot wrestling action as Bruce Booth takes on Cassie Wolfe
Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, 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.
Stone: And the opponent, 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.
DING DING DING
Cassie fires at Booth with a superkick that Booth ducks. Cassie manages to twist into a hurricanrana. Both get to their feet where Cassie pulls Booth to the mat with an arm drag. Both on their feet and Cassie feints a superkick that Booth ducks allowing Cassie to drive him to the mat with a DDT. With Booth down, Cassie gets to her feet and leaps at Booth hitting a standing moonsault. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Booth raises an arm off the mat to break the count. Cassie lifts Booth to his feet but he manages to counter by grabbing Cassie and dropping her onto the top rope for a stun gun. Cassie staggers around the ring but is knocked to the mat by a discus lariat from Booth. Cassie tries to get to her feet but Booth twists her into a hangman’s neckbreaker. He rolls over her and makes a very nonchalant cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Cassie easily lifts a shoulder from the mat to break the count.
Mason: Is he trying to win or is he just posing for the camera flashes?
Livingston: Why not both?
Booth pulls Cassie to her feet and applies a headlock before pulling her down with a Headlock Backbreaker. Cassie crumples to the mat where Booth hooks the leg as he makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Cassie has to roll to her side to break the count. Booth gets to his feet dragging Cassie to hers. He positions Cassie on the ropes ready for a Hangman’s DDT. Cassie slips from his grasp and pulls Booth down throat first over the top rope. Booth springs back crashing to the mat allowing Cassie to climb the turnbuckle and come crashing down on Booth with Air Aussie. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Booth just manages to lift a shoulder off the mat breaking the count and no more.
Mason: Just and no more! Was that the last gasp of energy Bruce Booth has?
Livingston: Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t! We’ll all find out soon enough.
Cassie lifts Booth to his feet and positions him for a Wolfe Hunt. Booth counters with a backdrop. Cassie twists in mid air landing on her feet. Before she can do anything, Booth leaps bringing Cassie to the mat with a Director’s Cut. He rolls her over and makes a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... BRUCE BOOTH!!!Mason: He always seems to find a way to win. I don’t know how he does it, but, like it or not, he does it
Livingston: Cassie Wolfe thought this was all sewn up when she had Bruce Booth wrapped up for her DDT, the Wolfe Hunt, maybe if she’d hit it but we will never know.
Booth 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.
Mason: Damn House always winning!
Livingston: Folks, you can't see him right now but I am sitting next to man yelling at cloud. While he does that, let's go to Backstage to catch up with Joe Danes to see who he's caught up with.
The camera cuts to Joe Danes backstage.
Joe Danes is in a suit with a large Prime Logo behind him, backstage.
Joe Danes: Joe Danes here, Ladies and gentleman, it's been a wild night so far on Prime, I'm present at this moment with the newest tag team on the roster, Screamin Demons.
Remarkable Mark Keaton steps into the shot from Dane's right, he's sweaty and shirtless, a fowl expression on his face. The giant Morden Crypt steps in behind him, Morden is constantly moving, like he's eager or angry, it's hard to tell with his creepy mask.
Joe: Tonight, you two are tasked with taking on Callum Macbeth and Jojo Rush of The House in a no disqualification contest. Talk about a rough debut, what is going through the head of RMK right now?
RMK: Let me spit somethin at ya, Danes! The Screamin Demons are two of the toughest sons of bitches on the Prime roster right now! I already beat that marble mouthed bastard Macbeth, Crypt dispatched Cassie Wolfe last Prime and after earlier with the bench pressing contest, my son is really pissed off! I feel sorry for our opponents really, Morden is gonna collect those souls, baby!
Joe: Speaking of that bench pressing contest. How shocked were you to see ZERO accept that challenge, and all the chaos that happened after?
Morden Crypt starts pacing faster, Mark holds him back and points finger at Joe Danes.
RMK: Shut it Joe! Do not mention that name around my son! He's about to tear this building down, are you crazy or somethin, dude? It's taking all of my Karate mastery just to hold him back!
Terry Kilgore and Kubo walk into the shot to Joe's left, Terry looks pissed and points a finger at Mark.
Terry: Karate joke is more like it! You two are going to pay for your cowardly acts last week when you jumped me from behind! I challenge The Screamin Demons to a match on the next Prime! Me and Kubo vs you two!
RMK: Challenge accepted! You two Karate wannabe’s are going DOWN!!
Joe Danes takes a step towards the camera as both teams continue to jaw at each other in the background.
Joe: Well, there you have it folks, these two teams are heated here! We've got more Prime action coming up next!
A video plays showing Callie Clark at her house in New York.
Callie: Jack! I know you must be dying to know who's going to face you next week in our pick your poison battle right? Well I have good news, I found the PERFECT person to kick your ass and prove it's your fault we lost that tag match to the Heat Packers!
Callie grins to the camera and picks up the Prime Minister necklace off a table and holds it up.
Callie: It's actually the last person who held this, someone you know very well…and have never beat. Next week you'll be facing Narumi Tsutsumi! One of the biggest wins in my career came against her, so I figured I'd give you a chance to get on my level…or take another heartbreaking loss.
Callie laughs.
Callie: Good luck buddy! I'll see you there!
Callie waves to the camera as the video ends.
TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
The House (Callum MacBeth & JoJo Rush)
Vs Screamin' Demons
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
The House (Callum MacBeth & JoJo Rush)
Vs Screamin' Demons
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where Eric Mason sits in his chair looking slightly dishevelled.
Mason: OK, I'm calm now. Up next we have.... The House. GOD DAMN IT!!!
Stone: The following match, set for one fall, is a Tornado Tag Team Match. Joining us first, weighing in at a combined 555 pounds, Mark Keaton, Morden Crypt... SCREAMIN DEMONS!
Money for Nothing blares, RMK is out first, he plays some air guitar and flexes for nearby fans. Morden Crypt is out soon after, the giant masked man walks slow and deliberately behind the rocker. Mark slides in the ring, still energetic and rocking out, Crypt walks over the top ropes and stands quietly.
Stone: And the opponents, first, representing The House, from Glasgow, Scotland and weighing in at 205 pounds... CALLUM MACBETH!
As 'Beast - Southpaw Remix' hits, Callum MacBeth comes storming out of the back. He screams in the faces of fans, flipping them off and throwing their drinks in their faces as he walks down to the ring. He paces like a rabid animal in the ring, continuing to scream obscenities and give the finger.
Stone: And his partner, representing The House, residing in New York City and weighing in at 270 pounds, he is... JOJO RUSH!
The lights in the venue go completely dim. At the end of the interlude, The venue lights violently turn back on to utterly blinding. The lights dim and then focus onto JoJo, who is already standing at the center of the stage with the X-Division and International Championships bound together and draped over JoJo’s shoulders. He poses into the light, his arms slowly extend out to his sides, and once fully extended, towers of fire burst around the stage and rampway. JoJo saunters towards the ring and rolls inside. A lone spotlight shines on a turnbuckle, The lights go to a near dim, the towers of fire providing the only source of light. JoJo climbs onto the top of a turnbuckle and extends his arms out with a title in each hand. A bright spotlight once again shines onto JoJo and JoJo alone.
DING DING DING
Crypt smacks JoJo with a forearm to the jaw and one to Callum. Keaton dives at JoJo and takes the fight to him. Crypt smacks Callum on the back and shoulders with some clubbing forearms. Crypt whips Callum off the ropes and knocks him down with a big boot. He lifts up Callum and takes him over with a suplex. Callum staggers to his feet where Crypt scoops him up for a bodyslam. He carries him to the ropes and bodyslams Callum over the top rope and down onto JoJo and Keaton as they brawl at ringside causing all three to fall into a heap. JoJo pulls himself from the pile and slides into the ring. He clotheslines Crypt on the back of the neck and rams him into the corner. He chops Crypt hard across the chest. Crypt retaliates with a clothesline that knocks JoJo down. JoJo rolls to his feet and runs at Crypt hitting a big boot in the corner. Crypt staggers out but JoJo takes him to the mat with a uranage. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Keaton dives in breaking the count. Callum slides in and turns Katon around to face him. Callum lashes out at Keaton with a series of right hands and a snap suplex. Callum lifts Keaton and throws him back for a fallaway slam. Crypt catches Keaton in mid air and drops him onto Callum for an assisted splash. Keaton hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
JoJo pulls at Keaton’s ankle breaking the count.
Mason: As pin covers go, that was innovative!
Livingston: I don’t think I’ve seen it before!
JoJo lifts Keaton off the mat and launches him into the corner with a Bandera Bomb. As Keaton stumbles from the corner, Callum charges hitting a C-Trigger. Keaton crumples to the mat where Callum hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Crypt grabs Callum and tosses him aside to break the count. JoJo charges at Crypt with a running boot but Crypt grabs his ankle and throws him over the top rope to the floor. Crypt turns his attentions to Callum who lays on the mat. Crypt lifts him up before bringing him crashing to the mat with a Chokeslam Uppercut. Keaton drags Callum to his feet hitting a Hockey Fight Combo Two. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
JoJo grabs Keaton’s ankle pulling him out of the ring.
Mason: So nearly a three count!
Livingston: So nearly in our laps. Mark Keaton and JoJo Rush are just a few feet from us!
JoJo whips Keaton into the ringside barrier and follows him in with a dropkick. Keaton slumps to the mat as JoJo slides into the ring. Crypt reaches to lift Callum off the mat but Jojo shoves him from behind into the corner. Both JoJo and Callum lift Crypt and drop him to the mat with a two man House Of Cards. JoJo makes a cover as Callum dives atop him. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winners, via pinfall... THE HOUSE!!!Mason: That was a fight and a half! However, The House win again!
Livingston: The Screamin Demons had their moments in this one where I thought they had it in the bag but sadly for them, this wasn’t their night.
JoJo and Callum stand in the middle of the ring with their arms raised in victory.
Mason: God damn House. I need a lie down.
Livingston: You do that. Your face looks redder than the Brawl logo. I'm quite worried. Cut to something while he calms down. Go to Joe Danes or something.
The camera actually cuts to Joe Danes.
Backstage, four chairs are set up across from each other, with another one in the middle. Sat in the middle is Joe Danes, and arriving on one side are the EWC Tag Team Champions, The Heat Packers. They sit down and look towards the other side, still empty.
Dan Funk: Where are they? Don’t they know the champs are here?
Joe Danes: I heard there might be some travel delays-
As soon as Danes says that, however, The Heat Packers are jumped from behind by their challengers in over a week on Monday Night Brawl, Eleos Affect! The brawl (no pun intended) knocks over the chairs, and Antoni Malietoa picks one up and swings it, just barely missing Brodie Dawson! Referees and other backstage personnel come in to break the fight up, but the two teams are eager to fight, breaking through the crowd of people to brawl some more!
Antoni Malietoa: You want to fight dirty?! Let’s go then!
KU: あなたを殺すつもりだ !
The Heat Packers are pulled back by Next Level and Justin Case, as Eleos Affect are held back by security. The two teams continue to shout at each other, and Brodie spits at KU, sending KU into a rage, trying to leap forward at him, but the security personnel keep him back as Brodie cackles.
Brodie Dawson: We’ll see you two in Chicago!
The Heat Packers walk away with their compatriots as Eleos Affect seethe, still held back by a swarm of personnel, as we fade back to ringside.
We return to ringside where we see John Livingston.
Livingston: My colleague is looking a bit better now. Good time too as we have a hell of a clash up next between Sally Talfourd and Alexander Umbra!
Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, from St Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at 225 pounds... ALEXANDER UMBRA!
'Holding Out For A Hero' by Adam Lambert hits over the speakers as Alexander Umbra steps out of the back. The fans cheer lightly, still unsure of this new Umbra. Dressed in a black t-shirt with a white rook on the front, a pair of black cloth shorts, it is the plain white jabbawockeez mask that is a bit unsettling... but at least it's not a red purge mask. Slapping the hands of those who reach to him, Alexander makes his way to the ring, ready for the fight ahead of him.
Stone: And the opponent…
The lights fade to blue and red. 'Lacrimosa' hits the speakers. After a wait for the music to build, at the first crest, in time with the beat, Sally walks to the front of the stage, looking down to her feet. Slowly, as the blue lights fade and the crowd is awash with red, Sally raises one arm, lets out a sharp scream, then slowly makes her way to ringside.
Stone: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and twenty-five pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is ‘The Last Magician’... SALLY TALFOURD!
Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, staring now to the space above the ring. Methodically, she climbs the steps, steps through the ropes and strides to the centre of the ring.
DING DING DING
Umbra catches Sally with a throat thrust that staggers her and a back elbow that sends her to the corner. Umbra whips Sally to the opposite corner and follows her hitting a corner splash. Sally drops to her knees as Umbra runs at her hitting a shining wizard. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sally lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Umbra lift Sally to her feet and grabs at her arms. He tries to headbutt her but Sally lashes out kicking at Umbra’s thigh. He releases Sally in order to clutch at his leg but Sally dropkicks him in the knee dropping Umbra to the mat. Sally grabs Umbra’s left arm twisting it into a hammerlock. Umbra manages to get to his feet as he tries to fight his way free. Sally pulls at his arm twisting him around into a forearm smash to the jaw that knocks Umbra to the mat. Sally drops down on Umbra with a legdrop to the side of the head and neck before rolling him over and making a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Umbra lifts a shoulder from the mat to break the count.
Mason: Very close to a three count there!
Livingston: He’ll have a pain in the neck after that one!
Sally lifts Umbra to his feet before driving him to the mat with a Splendor In The Grass. She rolls him over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Umbra rolls to his side to break the count. Sally lifts Umbra to his feet and pulls back for a right hand. Before she can let fly, Umbra slips behind her taking her on a Trip To Nowhere. Sally drops to the mat where Umbra hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
This time it’s Sally that has to roll to their side breaking the count.
Mason: I don’t know how she kicked out of that! When she dropped, she dropped! I thought we were going to need to get medical to her!
Livingston: I don’t think even she knows how she kicked out.
Umbra waits as Sally uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet. Umbra leaps for a Therapy Session but Sally still has the ropes causing Umbra to crash to the mat. He staggers to his feet but Sally grabs him hitting an Outro. She makes the cover as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... SALLY TALFOURD!!!Mason: That’s why they call Sally Talfourd ‘Champion’. When all seems lost, they find a way to win!
Livingston: A rope was all between Alexander Umbra and the win. If her hand wasn’t still on those ropes, Sally Talfourd would be needing a physical Therapy Session on her back and this one would have been over!
Sally takes the EWC Undisputed Championship from the referee and holds it up to the fans in the shadows who are a combination of love and hatred
Mason: I have good news for you. I hear we can go to the back and check in with Jack Severn.
Livingston: We can? Let's go there now!
The camera cuts to Jack Severn in the medical room.
We cut backstage, where Jack Severn is getting the back of his head and neck checked out by a doctor. He shoves the doctor away as the cameraman approaches.
Jack: I’m fine, I’m fine…
Jack looks into the camera.
Jack: Sally… you got a cheap shot today. Just like at the premiere, you took the easy way out. Trust me, I know more than anybody… karma catches up to you eventually, and you’ll get yours. And one day we’ll face each other again, and there’ll be nowhere for you to run!
He scratches his beard and smirks.
Jack: It’s kind of funny to think about… Shinijoshi is supposed to be the paragon of good in the EWC, always claiming that they’re above the sort of stuff we do here in The House… and yet they recruit Salty Talfourd? Guess cheating, cheap shots, and cowardice are what Shinijoshi stand for now. Maybe they’re not as good as they claim to be, huh?
Jack shakes his head and stands up from the medical bed he’s on.
Jack: Anyway, I hear in two weeks, Callie Clark and I are picking each other’s opponents. My goal is to humble her with a loss heading into StrangleMania, so who better to choose than a competitor who has barely been beaten here in the EWC? A competitor who to some has taken Callie’s spot as the #2 in The House… In Dallas, we’ll see if Callie really is worthy of having her gold, because I’m choosing the current EWC United States Champion as her opponent!
He rubs the back of his head again, wincing slightly in pain.
Jack: Cosmo, this is me extending the olive branch, so to speak. I hope to see where your loyalty truly lies. And Callie? You made your bed the second you decided you were going to betray me. Now you have to burn in it. I’m going to take your confidence, your Indy Championship, and then, and only then, will I decide if you can remain in The House. Let’s just hope you don’t make that decision for me by angering me further.
Jack walks out of the medical office as we fade back to ringside…
#2 INDY CHAMPIONSHIP CONTENDERSHIP
SINGLES MATCH
Candy
Vs Narumi Tsutsumi
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
SINGLES MATCH
Candy
Vs Narumi Tsutsumi
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where we see our commentary team as they smile down the camera.
Mason: As a wise man once said: it's time for your main event!
Stone: The following match is set for one fall. The winner of this match will be declared the number two contender to the EWC Indy championship!... 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, 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 colorful 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
Candy lashes out with a series of forearm smashes before whipping Narumi off the ropes. Candy jumps for a dropkick but Narumi grabs the ropes to stop her momentum causing Candy to land hard on the mat. Narumi charges at Candy for something but Candy ducks it and Narumi runs off the opposite ropes. As Narumi rebounds back, Candy charges at Narumi hitting a spear. Candy hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Candy lifts Narumi to her feet. Narumi shoves Candy back and smacks Candy with a roundhouse kick. Narumi grabs Candy taking her back and to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Narumi rolls back landing atop Candy where she hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy pushes her way from under Narumi breaking the count.
Mason: What a start to this one!
Livingston: It’s going at a good pace but I know both have a lot more in the tank. This is just second gear for them!
Narumi lifts Candy from the mat and whips her to the corner following her in with a corner splash. Candy staggers from the corner but Narumi catches her on the jaw with a Superman punch that sends Candy over the top rope. Candy grabs onto the top rope and manages to pull herself back into the ring but Narumi knocks Candy to the mat with a rear view. Candy pulls herself to her feet but Narumi grabs her and brings her crashing to the mat with a high angle German suplex. Narumi bridges it into a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy lifts a shoulder into the air to break the count. Candy manages to get back to her feet but a Master Sword to the jaw knocks Candy back to the mat where Narumi hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy manages to push herself free to break the count.
Mason: That’s a big kick out there! I don’t know how Candy did it though! I thought she was out cold after that Master Sword!
Livingston: I thought she was out after the German so we were both wrong!
Narumi gets to her feet and runs at Candy for… something but Candy takes her to the mat with a drop toe hold. Narumi tries to pick herself from the mat but is driven back down by a bulldog from Candy. Narumi stumbles to her feet and falls back into the corner. She doesn’t get an opportunity to rest as Candy comes flying in hitting a handspring elbow. Candy pulls Narumi from the corner dropping into a codebreaker. Candy rolls Narumi over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Candy rolls to the apron and leaps from the top turnbuckle hitting a Sugar High. Candy makes the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi rolls to her side breaking the count.
Mason: Some good offence from Candy here on Prime! This could have been over many times
Livingston: Some good kickouts from Narumi Tsutsumi too. Both are still in this one!
Candy lifts Narumi to her feet quickly hitting a Candy Cavity Removal. Narumi drops to the mat where Candy makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Narumi lifts a shoulder about an inch off the mat to break the count. Candy gets to her feet pulling Narumi to hers Narumi lifts Candy for a backdrop but quickly transitions it into a white noise. Narumi drags herself to the top turnbuckle. She comes crashing down on Candy’s sternum with Queen Me! Narumi hooks a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy rolls to her side breaking the count.
Mason: I thought it was all over for Tsutsumi, it wasn’t. I thought it was all over for Candy, it wasn’t.
Livingston: This could be like one of those five set tennis gams, we could be here all night!
Narumi lifts Candy to her feet but Candy fights Narumi off with forearms to the gut, Candy grabs Narumi and runs up the turnbuckles for a Candy Crusher. Narumi manages to shove Candy away. Candy lands on her feet but Narumi grabs her arm and twists into a Paymon. Before Narumi can drop, Candy drives her spine into the corner. Candy grabs Narumi and again runs up the corners this time connecting with the Candy Crusher . Candy rolls Narumi over and makes a cover as the referee counts.
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TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... CANDY!!!Candy looks exhausted as she gets to her feet. She holds an arm in the air in victory, the other clutching her midsection as she tried to get her breath again.
Mason: What a match! Both put on a hell of a contest that could have gone anywhere. Tonight it went the way of Candy!
Livingston: Exactly. On any other night, this could have gone Narumi’s way. Both had their moments in this one. I just hope they run it back soon!
Mason: Next week maybe, who knows? All I know is we are out of time here so as we bid you all goodnight, join us right back here for our next show!
The final shot of Prime is a split screen of Narumi walking backward up the ramp, glaring holes into Candy, who is still celebrating in the ring.
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RECAP OF WINNERS
SINGLES MATCH / EWC TELEVISION TITLE
The Lad Vs Dalilah Ashe
WINNER: The Lad (still EWC Television Champion)
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SINGLES MATCH
Divewire Vs Phoenix Winterborn
WINNER: Divewire
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SINGLES MATCH
Bruce Booth Vs Cassie Wolfe
WINNER: Bruce Booth
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TORNADO TAG TEAM MATCH
The House Vs Screamin Demons
WINNERS: The House
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SINGLES MATCH
Sally Talfourd Vs Alexander Umbra
WINNER: Sally Talfourd
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SINGLES MATCH
Candy Vs Narumi Tsutsumi
WINNER: Candy
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MOTN WINNERS
Candy vs Narumi Tsutsumi AND Sally Talfourd vs Alexander Umbra
MVP WINNER
Candy
BOUNTY WINNER
Candy
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