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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #120
MARCH 31ST 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Coliseo de Puerto Rico José Miguel Agrelot in San Juan, Puerto Rico
PRIME
EPISODE #120
MARCH 31ST 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Coliseo de Puerto Rico José Miguel Agrelot in San Juan, Puerto Rico
EWC PRIME
General Manager: Jordan Freaking Sharpe
Commentators: Eric Mason & John Livingston
Announcer: Quinn Stone
Senior Referee: Niklaus Forbes
Other Referees: Stefan Elliot & Jessika Smalls
Backstage Interviewer: "Respectable" Joe Danes
While 'No Sleep Tonight' by Shinedown blares over the loudspeakers at every location, a multi colored lightshow lights up the sky in a display that gets the fans screaming the EWC PRIME namesake. Brilliant blue spotlights swirl over the cheering crowds, whipping them up into a near-frenzy of excitement at the show to come.
Cameras flash all around the arena as the EXT cycles through Prime's roster. Harper Mason, The House Hunters, Terry Kilgore & Yoshiharu Kubo, Bruce Booth, Hugo Goodman, Marquis Hathaway, Callum MacBeth, Divewire, Mark Keaton & Morden Crypt, Dalilah Ashe,"Headhuntress" Aiya, Saidie Sharpe, Sunny Skye, Jack Severn, The Heat Packers, Aeon Khronos, NEVAEH, Gabi Vee, Candy, Narumi Tsutsumi, The Indy Champion Callie Clark and the Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd are all featured. Lastly, we see a smiling Jordan Sharpe put his feet up on his desk.
After one final pan over the crowd, we get some shots of a few of the signs being held up by the fans ..
IT'S EASTER BABY, TIME FOR SOME MIRACLES
ASHES TO ASHES, BOOTH TO BOOTH
HOW REMARKABLE IS MARK KEATON?
KEEP THE MONEY, GIMME THAT SAVORY BACONATOR
WHO MAD, NOMAD RYDER?
THE PERSON BEHIND ME CAN'T SEE, HURR HURR
The camera centers on ringside at the Coliseo de Puerto Rico José Miguel Agrelot, 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 #120 from beautiful San Juan, Puerto Rico! I'm Eric Mason alongside John Livingston, eager for some hot in-ring action on this Easter Sunday!
Livingston: Ugh, I was REALLY hoping you wouldn't bring that up. I'm excited to be here, but I heard there's a sweet Easter egg hunt somewhere that I'm missing!
Mason: Never mind that John, we have some sweet action ahead of us here on PRIME! Satisfy your sweet tooth on a tag team bout pitting Young Justice against Narumi Tsutsumi and Emmanuelle, as well as an elimination triple threat match between Callum MacBeth, Nomad Ryder, and Phoenix Winterborn, who has the Baconator Bounty on his back once again!
Livingston: That's right Eric, and that could be a rough night for Winterborn! We've also got Candy, Justin Paige, and Remarkable Mark Keaton in our other big triple threat match, and in our main event Divewire takes on the EWC Undisputed Champion in non-title action...and you gotta wonder if he can rise to the occasion against Sally Talfourd!
Mason: We'll find out tonight for sure! Last but not least, tonight we will see Jack Severn and Callie Clark sign the contract for that massive Indy Championship bout at StrangleMania XIX!
Livingston: What a night it's gonna be, let's get right to it huh Mason?
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We return to ringside where fans are just about chomping at the bit for our opening contest.
Mason: Emmanuelle is bouncing back from being eliminated from the Heritage Tourney on BRAWL, as she teams with Narumi Tsutsumi to take on Young Justice!
Stone: The following match, set for one fall, is a Tag Team Match. Joining us first, residing in Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles, California and weighing in at an approximate 135 pounds… EMMANUELLE!
‘B.I.T.C.H.’ by Megan Thee Stallion plays as Emmanuelle steps through the curtain and casually walks down the ramp. At the bottom of the ramp, she holds her arms out to her sides before dropping to one knee. After a moment she heads up the steps to the apron and steps through the ropes. Emmanuelle stands in the middle of the ring and raises an arm in the air before holding them out to her sides.
Stone: And their partner, 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.
Stone: And opponents, weighing in at a combined 243 pounds, Cassie Wolfe and Harper Mason... YOUNG JUSTICE!
The intro for Jonathon Young's cover of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes theme hits the speakers and Harper and Cassie emerge from the back ready for action, they slap hands with the fans on their way to the ring before sliding in and high fiving each other as they wait for their opponents.
DING DING DING
Harper and Emmanuelle start. Harper pulls Emmanuelle to the mat with an armdrag and tries to apply an armbar. Emmanuelle kicks Harper in the head to break the hold. Both get to their feet where Harper kicks out at Emmanuelle. She then takes Emmanuelle to the mat with a hurricanrana. As Emmanuelle gets to her feet, Harper lifts her and drops Emmanuelle down with a powerbomb. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Emmanuelle lifts a shoulder from the mat to break the count. Harper tags Cassie into the ring. Cassie knocks Emmanuelle back down with a superkick. She drags Emmanuelle to her feet positioning her for a DDT. Emmanuelle counters with a backdrop sending Cassie crashing to the mat. Cassie gets to her feet but Emmanuelle cracks her with a forearm smash spinning her round taking her over with a German suplex. Cassie rolls to her feet but Emmanuelle pulls her into a piledriver. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Cassie rolls to her side breaking the count.
Mason: What is stronger and harder: the piledriver or the kick out?
Livingston: Both! It was a strong kick out but it had to be after that piledriver
Narumi tags in. Emmanuelle shoves Cassie into the path of Narumi who cracks her with a superman punch knocking her to the mat. Narumi comes down on the back of Cassie’s neck with a fameasser. Narumi climbs to the top turnbuckle and drops onto Cassie with Queen Me! She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Harper dives into the ring breaking the count. Narumi and harper exchange punches before Harper gets the better of the situation backing Narumi to the rope. Harper whips Narumi off the opposite rope. Harper and Cassie both dive at Narumi with WHAM! Cassie hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Emmanuelle shoves Harper who falls down onto Cassie breaking the count.
Mason: Getting that pin in a match like this will not be easy. There are people everywhere in a match like this
Livingston: You think those in the ring want it easy?
All four battle in the ring until Cassie smacks Narumi with a Seven Sins knocking her off balance and allowing Harper to spring off the ropes for a Ray Of Hope. Emmanuelle shoves Narumi to the side and Harper hits the mat. Emmanuelle grabs Harper and tosses her over the top rope to the floor. As Cassie watches this, Narumi grabs her hitting a Paymon. Narumi makes a cover as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
Harper slides into the ring but Emmanuelle grabs her to stop her.
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winners, via pinfall... NARUMI TSUTSUMI & EMMANUELLE!!!Mason: They may not be an established team with all the chemistry and continuity to go with it but Narumi Tsutsumi and Emmanuelle pick up the win tonight.
Livingston: Young Justice were very clearly going for an Ode To Team Hero. Had that connected, this chemistry bereft team would be licking their wounds from a loss!
Narumi and Emmanuelle high five each other before they roll from the ring and head up the ramp.
Mason: What a win for Narumi and Emmanuelle, and you have to believe that will bring both's spirits up!
Livingston: You know whose spirits I'm curious about? Xavier Reid, and I'm being told he's backstage now!
The camera cuts to ...
The camera cuts backstage inside the Coliseo de Puerto Rico where we see Xavier Reid walk through the parking garage door with his girlfriend/manager Bunny Love. There is a cheer from the Prime fans as the two start walking down the hallway…
Love: Well I would have expected someone from Prime to meet us at the door…
Xavier shrugs…
Reid: Maybe they’re still mad at me for beating Scorpio at the Season Finale last year…
Xavier smirks but Bunny shakes her head…
Love: I informed them we would be here…you said as much at Paramount #042…Sally refused to come to Paramount so…
Reid: ‘We will come to her’...I know, I said it Bunny but it is what it is…listen Sally told the world they didn’t need to watch StrangleMania…she’s already penciled herself in for a defense that night…I can’t win right…all because she beat me to kick off the season…I have no shot…
Love: If she said so…
Reid: But alas the match is confirmed…signed, sealed and delivered…Xavier Reid versus Sally Talfourd for the EWC Undisputed Championship at StrangleMania inside RAGE IN THE CAGE!!!
Love: Fitting I guess…with both of your history inside cage matches…
Reid: Who could forget Sally’s win inside the Insanity Cage…it’s what punched her ticket to WrestleFest…it’s what led her to becoming the Undisputed Champion…
Love: When she pinned Narumi Tsutsumi…
But Xavier waves her off…
Reid: No…we aren’t going to do that Bunny…she won the match, I gave her the nod…I’m not going to shit on her win…even though she wants to shit on me now…let her…it makes no difference to me, I let her talk her shit all season, didn’t say a word and let her have a one person conversation with herself and kept my eyes on the prize…but tonight…we make it official…
Love: If they come out to meet us…HEY, DOES ANYONE WORK AROUND HERE!!!
Just as Bunny yells a Prime staff member walks up to them…
Prime Staff Member: Xavier Reid and Bunny Love…I’ve been sent to meet you and take you to your locker room…until you are needed…
Love: Until we are ‘needed’...
Prime Staff Member: Yes, someone from Prime will be with you shortly but until then you will be comfortable here…
The staff member opens a locker room door where there is a big screen TV and a couch…
Prime Staff Member: Someone will be by shortly to get you food and we do hope you enjoy tonight’s show…
Xavier walks into the room but Bunny looks at the staff member for a second before walking into the room as the camera fades away…
THREE WAY DANCE
Callum McBeth
Vs Nomad Ryder
Vs Phoenix Winterborn
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
Callum McBeth
Vs Nomad Ryder
Vs Phoenix Winterborn
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where commentary is standing by.
Mason: Sounds like the former EWC Undisputed Champion will be keeping a close eye on Sally Talfourd ahead of our main event, but right now we have triple threat action with eliminations in play!
Stone: The following match, set for one fall, is a Three Way Dance Match! Joining us first, from Sacramento, California and weighing in at 195 pounds... NOMAD RYDER!
Ryder comes out immediately as music hits in his ring attire plus his jacket (but no shirt under to show off his abs of steel) and glasses. he does his cool guy walk all the way down the ring whilst talking to the audience members. He does not move fast or too slow he takes just the right amount of time. When he gets in the ring he gets to the top rope and throws off his glasses. Then he gets down goes to the other side and throws his jacket. He is now ready to fight.
Stone: And the opponents, first 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 finally residing in the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 279 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
Ryder runs at Phoenix and leaps at him with a hurricanrana that takes Phoenix over the top rope to the floor. Ryder pulls his way back into the ring but Callum cracks him with a knife edge chop that spins him into perfect position for a German Suplex. Callum rolls Ryder to his feet bringing him crashing to the mat with a spinebuster. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ryder lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Phoenix is back into the ring. He grabs Callum and shoves him off the ropes knocking him down with a dropkick. Phoenix cracks Callum with a forearm to the side of the head and rams Callum into the corner before hitting him with a snapmare out of said corner. Phoenix runs off the ropes and throws himself at a seated Callum with a shotgun dropkick. Phoenix lifts him off the mat and down with a fisherman suplex that he bridges into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Callum manages to lift a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Phoenix grabs Callum in a chinlock but Callum counters with a jaw breaker that breaks the hold and sends Phoenix staggering into the path of Ryder. He pulls Phoenix down with a backstabber. Both get back to their feet but Ryder again takes Phoenix to the mat with a slingblade. Ryder springs off the ropes and crashes down onto Phoenix with a frog splash. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix pushes his way free to break the count but clutches his ribs right after.
Mason: A big kick out there but will those ribs be a factor as the match progresses?
Livingston: Depending how serious the injury is, yes!
Phoenix pulls himself to his feet but Ryder cracks him with a Superkick that drops him right back down. He covers.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix rolls to his side breaking the count. Callum slides into the ring and he cracks Ryder with an uppercut. A second one. Callum cracks Ryder with a Glasgow Kiss and Ryder drops to the mat where Callum makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ryder rolls out of the cover to break the count landing on his front. Callum gets to his feet however before he can do anything, Phoenix spins him to the mat with a Firestorm. He makes a cover
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Callum just manages to lift a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Mason: So close to our first elimination right there!
Livingston: I thought so too but clearly, Callum MacBeth didn’t.
As Phoenix tries to get to his feet, Ryder runs at him hitting a Stargazer. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: Phoenix Winterborn... HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!Mason: One down, one to go!
Livingston: Yes but who of the two will pick up the victory!
Ryder gets to his feet. As he does, Callum runs through him with Something Wicked. The referee counts
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: Nomad Ryder has been eliminated! Your winner... CALLUM MACBETH!!!Mason: Little rule: if you win a fall in a match like this ALWAYS remember there’s another opponent to spear right through you and defeat you! A big victory tonight for Callum MacBeth!
Livingston: Both Nomad Ryder and Phoenix Winterborn had their moments in this match, Nomad even taking the opening fall. Both will come back stronger real soon. You mark my words!
Callum paces like a rabid animal in the ring, continuing to scream obscenities and give the finger. He exits the ring and screams in the faces of the fans as he passes.
Mason: A crazy match here, but Callum MacBeth picks up the win in the end...and I've been informed this means MacBeth picks up the Baconator Bounty!
Livingston: Man, I gotta say...Nomad Ryder getting that elimination over Phoenix is gonna be a point of contention for him as he moves forward!
As Eric and John think about this turn of events, we go backstage to see what commotion is going on...
The back entrance to the arena swings open roughly and Mark Keaton swaggers his way in. He’s got a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, his sunglasses glare off of the hallway lights and he adjusts his leather biker jacket. He snaps his gum as he continues down the back hallway. But he stops when he notices something odd.
There’s nobody around at all, even in this entry way there’s usually EWC staff doing something, an enhancement talent walking to their dressing rooms, a maintenance man checking equipment, but tonight there's nothing but silence. Mark gulped, that unnerving feeling that nagged at him earlier returned with a vengeance. Something is not right.
A loud, rapid clicking suddenly breaks the silence, startling Mark badly. A very jumpy projection screen appears on the wall next to him with the date 1911 in large bold letters dominating the screen. The screen goes black for a moment then shows old footage of Greco-Roman wrestlers fighting in an outdoor setting with hundreds of well dressed on-lookers. It briefly shows a close up of the winner of the contest as the well built man waves to the crowd, victorious and proud.
Mark puts his duffle bag down and waves his hand in front of the projection, there's no shadow.
RMK: This isn't real, this isn't happening.
The screen goes black, when it lights up again it shows the headline of a newspaper. FAMOUS GRECO ROMAN WRESTLER SLAUGHTERS FAMILY, TAKES HIS OWN LIFE, the picture shows the same man from before, with his hand raised by an official in victory.
Mark creases his brow at this image, but he can't look away. The screen turns black, then lights up again with the date 1825, it shows a mayor of a city, a well respected man, then it shows him poisoning the water supply of the town, the screen flicks and it shows wheelbarrows full of bodies. The screen flicks again with another date, but moves faster with events until another date, then another date with similar atrocities, then it moves so fast that it's impossible to follow.
Staff: Hey Mark! You alright friend? I've been watching you stare at this bare wall for five minutes now.
RMK: Ya, I'm just tired dude, do something productive and carry my bag.
Mark turns and walks towards the locker rooms, the hallway behind him a flurry of activity, enhancement talents walking back and forth, maintenance staff checking on equipment.
In another part of the backstage area, Bruce Booth is stretching and preparing for his match, while also being checked on by a physician to make sure he's able to compete tonight, thanks to his injuries from War Games two days ago. As he stretches and grunts in pain, Jack Severn approaches.
Jack: Brucie! How's my favorite actor doing?
Bruce: Hey Jack... What do you want? Kinda busy here.
Jack puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder.
Jack: I need to talk to you about a rather important matter. Regarding your Primetime Briefcase? I know that House vs House match is coming up at StrangleMania, and... I just want you to make the right decision.
Bruce: I'll do what I want.
Jack shakes his head.
Jack: No, my friend. You'll do what Cosmo Goldworthy tells you to do. Did you see what he said about you recently? He claimed he carried the trios tournament win on his back, alone. He views you as about as expendable as Jamie Love was, and you saw what happened to him. I don't want that to happen to you, Bruce. I believe in you, and I believe in your talent.
Bruce stops his stretching, now completely listening.
Jack: I think you should be given the chance to make your own fate, don't you?
Bruce nods quietly.
Jack: And if you happen to be thinking about cashing in... I just want you to know, I would be glad to face you. Not saying you should cash in on me necessarily, but... if I were to win, I promise you a fair match. Perhaps even the greatest singles match of your career. You could have the chance to be legitimized as a member of The House, just as good as anybody else here. An equal to Cosmo, finally. Can't say Callie would offer the same.
Jack leans in closer, almost getting to a whisper.
Jack: So I invite you to keep an eye on the match, and to make sure you get what you want.
Jack grins.
Jack: You deserve the world, man! Keep up the great work.
Bruce thinks for a second... and then shakes Jack's hand with a smile.
Bruce: Thanks, boss. I appreciate it.
Jack: Good luck out there!
We cut back to ringside as Jack walks off and Bruce stares off, pondering what just occurred.
We return to ringside for our next contest.
Mason: Rough night for Remarkable Mark Keaton already, and some interesting words between Booth and Severn lead us to our next bout as Bruce Booth takes on Dalilah Ashe!
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, 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.
DING DING DING
Both move to tie up but Booth grabs Ashe in a headlock. He twists rolling Ashe to the mat. Ashe tries to roll Booth into a cover but Booth rolls right out of it to his feet. Booth catches a running Ashe and drops her onto the top rope with a stun gun. Ashe clutches at her throat as she staggers around the ring. Booth grabs her pulling Ashe into a Texas piledriver. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Booth lifts Ashe to her feet and whips her off the ropes. She rebounds taking Booth to the mat with a slingblade. He gets to his knees but Ashe cracks Booth hard with a V-trigger knee strike. It lifts him up to his feet where Ashe grabs him and drives Booth to the mat with a double underhook DDT. Ashe rolls Booth over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Booth lifts an arm up off the mat to break the count.
Mason: That was a close one!
Livingston: I think there’s a dent in the mat after that DDT and STILL Bruce Booth kicked out!
Booth gets to his feet but Ashe leaps into Ashes to Ashes. She rolls Booth into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Booth rolls to his side breaking the count. Ashe lifts Booth to his feet but Booth grabs her hitting a Headlock Backbreaker. Ashe clatters tot he mat clutching her spine as Booth hooks her legs into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe just manages to push her way free breaking the count.
Mason: My back hurts just watching that!
Livingston: Mine too but that’s an old football injury.
Both get to their feet. Ashe leaps at Booth for a Brutus Blade. Booth somehow manages to counter and drives Ashe to the mat with a Director’s Cut. Booth heaves Ashe over and makes a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... BRUCE BOOTH!!!Mason: You can say The House always wins until the cows come home but this is a big win for Bruce Booth! A smart counter to the Brutus Blade allowed him to hit the Directors Cut and it’s a win!
Livingston: It’s a smart counter. However, it was so close to a loss. That countered Brutus Blade would surely have been the finish for Bruce Booth! Dalilah Ashe will go away angry at this result with that moment playing on her mind!
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: What a win for Bruce Booth, as The House look to build off the momentum of winning War Games on the most recent edition of RAMPAGE!
Livingston: Fully agreed, curious to see how things go for...
John is interrupted by the Extreme Tron flickering on....
Footage of Rampage from 2 days ago airs, where Eleos Affect brawled with The Heat Packers in War Games, using dog collars. We then see extra footage that didn't air on Rampage, including the two teams being separated backstage, with a busted open Dan Funk yelling at Antoni Malietoa, who is being held back by KU. As the two teams are corralled into separate rooms by staff, Dan starts yelling into the camera, blood dripping down his forehead.
Dan: ELEOS AFFECT! YOU WANT TO ATTACK US BACKSTAGE BEFORE OUR TAG TITLE MATCH?! YOU WANT TO ATTACK MY PARTNER BACKSTAGE AND RUIN MY SINGLES DEBUT BECAUSE YOU TWO ARE A BUNCH OF COWARDS?! YOU WANT TO INTERFERE WITH WAR GAMES, SOMETHING YOU TWO HAD NO BUSINESS BEING INVOLVED IN?! THEN AT STRANGLEMANIA... WE ARE GOING TO END YOU! THIS'LL BE YOUR FIRST TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH... AND YOUR LAST!!!
Brodie Dawson pushes towards the camera, an intense look on his face.
Brodie: Dan and I aren't going to rest, we aren't going to get a LICK of sleep... not until StrangleMania, where we get chained together... AND WE HANG YOU BY YOUR GODDAMN NECKS! THIS ISN'T A GAME! THIS ISN'T ANOTHER NON TITLE MATCH WITH THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS! WE'RE THE REAL DEAL, WE'RE THE GREATEST TAG TEAM ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH, AND WE DON'T PLAN ON LOSING THESE TITLES EVER AGAIN! WE ARE GOING TO DO WHAT THE SOUTHERN EXPRESS NEVER COULD, AND WE ARE GOING TO KILL THE ELEOS AFFECT!!!
Dan: TOP GUYS?! OUT!!!
The Heat Packers storm off together, shoving past the cameraman in a huff.
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Justin Paige
Vs Remarkable Mark Keaton
Vs Candy
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
Justin Paige
Vs Remarkable Mark Keaton
Vs Candy
Match Writer: EWC Staff Assistant: Em
We return to ringside where our next contest is just about to begin.
Mason: After that statement from one half of the EWC Tag Team Champions, it's time for more action as Justin Page, RMK, and Candy square off!
Stone: The following match, set for one fall, is a Triple Threat Match. Joining us first, from Bergen, Norway and weighing in at 225 pounds... JUSTIN PAIGE!
The lights grow brighter and brighter. Everything is covered in blinding white light and in a simple drum kick, it is blackout dark. A single spotlight shows Justin Paige standing middle of the stage. As he steps out of the spotlight, the bright lights return and Justin walks to the ring. After stepping in, he grabs the camera and shouts "I AM THE CONSTANT" as the lights return to normal.
Stone: And the opponents, first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 235 pounds... REMARKABLE MARK KEATON!
Money for Nothing blares, RMK struts out to the stage, he’s playing air guitar and headbanging to the music. He throws his sunglasses away then sneers at the fans as he makes his way to the ring. Mark slides in then runs to each turnbuckle to climb them, showing the fans his abs and arm muscles.
Stone: And finally…
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.
DING DING DING
Candy smacks both Keaton and Paige with forearms backing each one to a side of the ring. Candy backs Paige into the corner with forearms before charging at Keaton with a spear. He rolls from the ring clutching his gut and ribs. Paige grabs Candy from behind with a sleeper. Candy back Paige into the corner to break the hold. Candy runs off the ropes and back at Paige for… something but he counters twisting Candy into a snap powerslam. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy lifts an arm off the mat breaking the count. She rolls from the ring as Keaton flies into the ring knocking Paige down with a crossbody. Katon charges at Paige knocking him down with a clothesline. Keaton then smacks Paige on the chest with a series of hard forearm smashes. He lifts Paige and slams him to the mat with a standing powerslam. Keaton slips to the middle rope and drives an elbow down onto Paige’s chest. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Paige rolls to his side breaking the count. Candy slides into the ring dropping a legdrop to the back of Keaton’s neck. Candy pulls Keaton to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Keaton reverses sending Candy off the ropes. She rebounds twisting Keaton with a tornado DDT. Keaton manages to get to his feet but Candy knocks him back down by running off the ropes and flying back at Keaton with a handspring elbow. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Keaton rolls a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Mason: I thought she knocked him out!
Livingston: Seemingly not!
Both get to their feet. Keaton rams a knee into Candy’s gut and an elbow to the side of the head. As she stands there dazed, Keaton throws off his imaginary hockey gloves and attacks with a Hockey Fight Combo One. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Paige dives into the ring to break it. Paige then pulls Keaton to his feet. Paige lifts Keaton for a Reverse Chokeslam but Keaton jams an elbow into Paige’s gut to counter. Keaton whips Paige to the corner, Paige reverses it sending Keaton to the corner and follows him in with a Helluva Kick. Keaton drops to the mat where Paige hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy grabs Paige’s arm and pulls at him breaking the count. Candy pulls herself to her feet and grabs Paige hitting a Candy Cavity Removal. Paige springs back dropping to the mat where Candy makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Keaton dives in to break the count.
Mason: And the third one problem strikes again. We may well be here all night!
Livingston: I have nothing wrong with that, this match rules!
Keaton pulls Candy to her feet and drives her down with a Full Metal Jacket. Before he can make a cover, Paige grabs him spinning him into a Paige Turner. Keaton drops to the mat but Candy grabs Paige hitting a Candy Crusher. She covers Paige as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... CANDY!!!Mason: A hell of a fight and a hell of a match ends with a victory for Candy here tonight!
Livingston: Justin Paige and Mark Keaton gave it all they had tonight. ON any other night, this could easily have gone their way!
Candy rolls to the apron and sits on the apron. She blows a kiss to the crowd before heading up the ramp.
RMK is in the middle of the ring, he's breathing heavily and covered with sweat after his battle with Candy and Justin. He has a mic in his hand and he twirls it before raising it to his mouth.
RMK: Yo! Word up Broki's!
Mostly boos resonate in the crowds, there's a screaming woman here and there for The Moist Beefcake. Mark looks annoyed at the response.
RMK: Just shut up for a second! Try to be a little more like a Canadian. We have respect for national heroes in Canada. Like me, the Moist National Hero, Remarkable Mark Keaton! Now if you don't mind, if we can just get an RMK chant going, I'll totally appreciate it.
Mason: As expected, he's just getting booed. Not one RMK chant here tonight.
Livingston: Well if he can't get one, I'll start it out Mason! RMK! RMK! RMK!
Mason: Will you stop!?
Mark frowns again at the lact of response.
RMK: Well, it looks like I picked the wrong shit hole to get any respect. So I'm gonna talk to my people at home instead. Listen up, my fellow Canadians watching from your homes tonight. The Screamin Demons brand is about to skyrocket and dominate the beer world. I'm talkin to you at home because these people here have no idea what a good beer is! Their beer tastes like a dog pissed in it first. Now without further delay, I present the first ever Screamin Demons Beer commercial. Monkeys in the back, roll it!
Mason: Wait a minute! Wait a minute, you know who's music that is?
Mark is looking really confused at the MacTron as the music continues to play.
RMK: You idiots! That's not my com..
ZERO clotheslines Mark violently from behind! Marks head bashes off of the canvas sending the mic flying!
Mason: Zero is here! He's attacking Mark Keaton!
ZERO reaches down and grabs the back of Mark's hair, with his other hand he grabs the back of RMK's leather pants by the beltline, he easily hoists Mark up into a gorilla press! He runs then throws Mark over the ropes over to the ramp! Mark lands on his back and bounces, he makes a big woof noise as the metal clangs.
ZERO: BRING HIM OUT!!
Zero climbs through the ropes and stomps down on the mats. Mark sits up, shaking his head. Zero grabs him by the hair with one hand then sends down a hard hammer fist with the other right on his forehead. RMK falls back fast and smacks his head on the ramp. Zero stomps on his stomach a few times, then places a foot on Mark's thigh. He grabs Mark's foot and pulls up, bending his leg up, over hyperextending his knee! A long Ooooooh from the crowd.
Mason: Oh my God! No, no, no, NO! I did not see that! Somebody stop this monster right now!
Livingston: That was absolutely SICKENING Mason!
Zero is hauling Mark by his badly bent leg up the ramp towards the MacTron. Mark is yelling in pain and pulling at his own hair. They vanish behind the curtain. After a moment of fan reactions and a replay of showing the really bad injury, the camera switches to the gorilla position exit. Zero tosses Mark down a small, three stair walkway to the main hallway. A security guard approaches Zero, trying to talk sense into him and holding up his hands. Zero grabs the man's arm and whips him into a nearby toolbox, instantly knocking him out. Mark is moaning and trying to crawl away using his forearms.
Zero: CALL TO HIM!! YOUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT!! THERE'S NOBODY THAT CAN SAVE YOU UNLESS HE COMES!!!
Zero watches Mark crawling for a moment, he grabs Mark's pants belt and lifts him up with one hand, he clutches the back of RMK's neck and gorilla presses him again. He walks down the hallway, staff starting to crowd around, trying to calm Zero down. Zero turns and spikes Mark right through the catering table! Food goes flying and the coffee machine breaks! Cups, wood and food are everywhere!
Mason: Through the table, nearly head first!! He's hauling him out of the wreckage, SOMEBODY STOP THIS MONSTER BACK THERE!!
Zero has Mark up by the hair and the rocker looks knocked out, he’s got food and blood all over his face. Zero picks him up over his head yet again, this time dropping him down fast with an absolutely sickening backbreaker! The Divided by Zero is devastating! Zero stands there looking at his victim. Mark is unmoving and his eyes are stuck open. A team of paramedics rush down the hallway. Zero walks off camera. Paramedics check on RMK, they immediately start doing C.P.R on him! The camera cuts to shocked fan reactions, then Mason and Livingston.
Mason: I'm absolutely speechless, Livingston. We've seen some devastating attacks in our time, but that was just disturbing. We will keep you updated on Mark's situation and….
Livingston: I'm getting info here Mason, they're still performing C.P.R on Mark, they're loading him in an ambulance now, it's leaving the arena. We hope he can pull through this. This is just a really, really bad situation.
Mason: We will keep you updated on his condition folks, I'm told we have camera men and staff following the ambulance, we will find out if he's O.K and I pray Mark Keaton can pull through this.
Livingston: Terrifying stuff as we gear up for our main event...
And it seems we're not taking much of a break as we cut back to ringside...
...the crowd buzzing with excitement and anticipation for the main event of the night! Everyone is on the edge of the seats, all the signs are at-the-ready, the dam is about to burst. Before the announcer can get to the ring to signal the beginning of the end, the lights die down, the confusion sets in and 'Lacrimosa' hits the speakers.
Mason: Looks like the champion isn’t waiting for the formalities?
Livingston: She’s the champion, she should be waiting for everyone else to be ready for her!
The lights come up in blue and red and after a wait for the music to build, at the first crest and in time with the beat, the EWC Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd 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. 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.
Mason: Sally certainly looks ready for her match here. Belt round the waist, boots strapped. We’re in for a show tonight!
Livingston: Is this just another mind-game to get in Divewire’s head?
As the lights come up, Sally pulls a microphone out from her belt. Rather than removing her hanbok just yet, she paces the ring, heading from rope to rope, a face of intensity.
Sally Talfourd: Cut the music! Get the lights ready.
As if on cue, everything happens at once. The lights are back to basic, her music is cut half-way.
Sally Talfourd: Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise for this slight disruption, this late change to schedule. However, it’s a necessary one. You see, last show a travesty occurred. A crime against wrestling. I did not win. Candy somehow won. I believe she cheated, but I am yet to find concrete evidence.
At the memory of Sally’s humbling, the audience cheer.
Sally Talfourd: Now I know you Puerto Ricans are illiterate, but I can assume you’re not innumerate. You all know Stranglemania isn’t far away and when I pin Xavier Reid, I fully intend it to be my 300th. Alas, that … loss … to Candy kind of put a spanner in the works. It ruined the countdown and so I have to find a win before we all stumble into Wembley for the big match.
Sally unstraps her belt, hanging it over the turnbuckle. Next she moves to her hanbok, unwrapping herself to hang it over the ropes. She snaps a finger at one of the ringside crew and barks at them to come collect her things. She then returns to the microphone.
Sally Talfourd: And so, as a pre-main event – pretty much a co-main event, given I’m in the match – I give you a completely above-board, fully-sanctioned, legitimate match! This match will be refereed by the illustrious and esteemed EWC referee David Morse. DAVID! GET DOWN HERE NOW!
From backstage EWC’s most corrupt and disgraceful referee on the books saunters out without the same urgency Sally has. In the slow walk down, Sally is quick to get back on the mic.
Mason: This is a disgrace! Where is the General Manager to shut this down?
Livingston: Shut what down? If the EWC Champion wants an extra match, she should get it!
Sally Talfourd: And tonight, we have a special guest. By invitation – my personal invitation – we have someone making their Prime-time debut. He hails from your very own Puerto Rico-er … please, put you hands together for … Señor Reid!
A Latin-inspired cover of Linkin Park’s 'Papercut’ hits the speakers as out to the stage comes … no one. There’s a long pause, a wait even, before stumbling or pushed out through the curtains Is a clearly terrified teenage boy. He is dressed wearing exactly what you expect: A wrestling leotard, on top of which is a knock-off Xavier Reid shirt. With all the trepidation and fear that could possess a person, he creeps down to the ring.
Sally Talfourd: Best fifty bucks I’ve ever spent. Come on down, Señor!
David Morse stands by the steps to usher the boy through the ropes, which he does so with a strong arm and a swift kick. Stumbling through, the boy slowly lifts his head as he comes to Sally.
Sally Talfourd: Señor, welcome. I hop you’ve stretched, warmed up. Are you ready for your big debut!
Señor Reid: No, no no no. You didn’t say anything about a match, or wrestling. I just wanted a photo!
Sally wraps an arm around Señor’s shoulder. She begins to walk him around the ring with her, a real heart-to-heart moment.
Sally Talfourd: You can trust me, my friend. And what better photo could you get than here, with me in the ring? No one will have a photo like that. It’ll be fine, I’ll take care of you.
Sally quickly turns to catch Morse’s eye. He signals for the bell.
DING DING DING
In a swift move, Sally sweeps Señor off his feet. He hits the mat with a thud. Sally lays stomps in to keep him down, the poor lad grabbing his cut and curling up for protection. Talfourd walks away to the ropes, stepping through and out as Morse chuckles as he stands over Señor.
Mason: This is a disgrace. An absolute disgrace! Sally should be stripped of her title and kicked out of EWC for good!
As Señor stands up, knocked about and winded, Sally is back in the ring. A running leg lariat send Señor back to the mat. In one hand she has her title belt, in the other a chair. Sally kicks Señor over with the toe of her boot as that he’s on his back, looking up at him. Loud enough for the ring-side mics to pick up, she yells at him …
Sally Talfourd: Let’s get ready for Stranglemania!
Bang! Chairshot to the ribs. Another. And another. The crowd first starts boo-ing, but as the violence continues a murmur ripples through the crowd. They sit there in extreme discomfort and disgust. Sally throws the chair down on Señor before stalking the ring. She waits long enough for Señor to show signs of life, getting to his knees as he grabs at his ribs. Sally is quick to get her hands back on him, locking him up with a front chancery, then a snap suplex. She holds the lock, pulling Señor to his feet, and then turning into a stepover armlock. Señor screams in pain, Sally smiling with a ferocious intensity, Morse going through the actions.
Mason: Talfourd’s damn near going to break this poor kid’s arm! Someone get out here!
From no where, the first piece of trash flies into the ring – an empty cup. Then another, and then another. Soon the rubbish is bouncing of all three in the ring. Sally, however, can’t contain her laughter. She shoves Señor forward who stumbles to his knees. Before he can get away, Sally grabs her EWC Undisputed Championship from the mat and then lays an almighty blow into the back of Señor’s head. The crowd is silent, dead silent, as they watch Señor collapse onto himself. Sally, with a self-satisfied smile strolls over to Señor, grabs him by the back of his head and pulls him up. Small trails of blood runs through his hair from the back of his head, trickling across his face and down to the ring. Again, loud enough for the ringside mics to hear …
Sally Talfourd: David. COUNT!
Sally throws Señor to the ground, rolls him over and then stands a foot on his chest. Morse is down on the mat and counts the 1-2-3! Sally Talfourd looks around the ring with the rubbish, discerns her microphone and the reaches down for it.
Sally Talfourd: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner for the two-hundredth and ninety-eighth time … ‘The Last Magician’ … SALLY TALFOURD!
Mason: This will go down as one of the darkest moments in Prime’s history. It is a pathetic display from a pathetic champion.
It’s now that the EWC crew are at work, cleaning up the rubbish, while two medic has rushed down to take care of poor Señor. Sally looks to her hands, covered with the blood of the boy and then the smear that runs across the main plate of the EWC Championship. Furious now, she leans over the rope nearest the stage.
Sally Talfourd: Now that we’re done: Get that rubbish out my ring, get that piece of crap to a hospital and get Divewire down here now!
Stone: And the opponent...
'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.
DING DING DING
Both come together in a collar and elbow tie-up. Divewire manages to grab Sally’s arm and twists it behind her with a hammerlock. Sally tries a back elbow to break the hold but Divewire manages to avoid. Sally rolls her shoulder dragging Divewire to the mat. A punch to the head forces a break of the hold. Both get to their feet where Divewire knocks Sally to the mat with a clothesline. Divewire lifts Sally off the mat and then up for a suplex. Instead of falling back, Divewire drops Sally forward onto the top rope. As she hangs over the rope, Divewire leaps back hitting a Pele kick. Divewire makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sally pushes her way free breaking the count. Both get to their feet. Divewire lunges at Sally with a clothesline but she ducks it and cracks him with a back elbow to the jaw. As he staggers clutching his jaw, Sally throws herself at him hitting a spinning heel kick. She follows up with a quick legdrop and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire shoves Sally off him breaking the count.
Mason: Both getting some good offence in at this point in the match.
Livingston: You love to see it!
Sally lifts Divewire to his feet and lifts him with an uppercut. A forearm smash to the jaw and Sally whips him off the ropes. She takes Divewire to the mat with a drop toehold and wrenches on a kneebar. Sally wrenches at the hold as Divewire screams in pain. Divewire stretches with all he can to reach a rope. He manages to pull Sally a half inch and gets a hand onto the bottom rope forcing a rope break. Both get to their feet. Sally dropkicks Divewire in the knee and he falls to the mat. He manages to quickly roll to his feet but he gets knocked down with a dropkick. He gets back to his feet as Sally fires at him with a superkick. Divewire blocks it but Sally spins on her feet and cracks Divewire with a dragon whip. Sally runs at him and leaps into a running leg lariat. She makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. He gets to his feet but Sally grabs him hitting Splendour In The Grass. She hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire manages to lift a shoulder off the mat breaking the count.
Mason: How did he kick out of that?!
Livingston: I have no clue. His nose may be broken and his eyes are definitely watering. I know I would have been done here. I don’t mind admitting that!
Sally runs off the ropes but Divewire counters with a discus clothesline that takes her to the mat. She gets back to her feet but Divewire catches her with a spinning back elbow that knocks her into the corner. Divewire runs at Sally and leaps taking her over with a poison rana. Sally’s body manages to spring to her feet but Divewire pulls her to the mat with a handspring cutter. He rolls her over and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sally just manages to lift a shoulder from the mat to break the count. Divewire gets to his feet and grabs the top rope. He springs off said rope and falls back crashing on Sally with Got My Back. He grabs a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sally has to roll to her side to break the count.
Mason: Don’t look at me like that! I don’t know how she kicked out!
Livingston: I don’t even know how Sally Talfourd is still breathing! All the air just escaped her lungs with that drop!
Divewire gets to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He crashes down on Sally with Landfall. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Sally lifts an arm off the mat to break the count. Divewire gets to his feet and stomps on the raised arm. Divewire pulls Sally to her feet but she grabs him hitting an Either Or out of almost nowhere. Divewire springs back and drops to the mat while Sally crawls to make a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire rolls onto his front just to break the count.
Mason: So close for both in this match up!
Livingston: It’s been great so far but somebody has to win this one! Don’t know who though.
Sally drags herself to her feet as Divewire rolls to the apron. Divewire springs off the top rope and into the ring for Over It. At the last moment, Sally ducks and Divewire crashes to the mat. Sally runs at the ropes springing off them and back at Divewire crashing down with High Hopes. She hooks the leg. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... SALLY TALFOURD!!!Sally climbs the turnbuckles and holds her championship in the air before rolling from the ring.
Mason: What can you say to that? An extraordinary contest and at the end of it all Sally Talfourd stands victorious!
Livingston: Divewire did well here and pushed Sally Talfourd as far as he could. You look at the replay and look at that springboard Over It. Had that have connected, this would have been a massive upset!
‘Papercut’ plays out as the fans cheer…a spotlight bounces around The Coliseo de Puerto Rico as the camera cuts away from an exhausted Sally Talfourd to the stage area…
Mason: That is not a knock off version…
Livingston: And that is not an imposter Xavier Reid…
The real Xavier Reid walks out onto the stage…in one hand he’s holding a microphone and in the other…the bloody knock-off shirt Señor Reid was wearing…Xavier looks down at the t-shirt and then down at Sally inside the ring…
Reid: You’re pathetic…you know that right…that championship…it’s gone to your head…that was a kid Sally, a fan that you abused out there in the ring tonight…all he wanted was a picture with you and yet you saw him as an opportunity to what…chase 300…to make a mockery of Prime #120 and that championship you hold…
Xavier shakes his head in disgust…
Reid: And I know…that’s rich coming from me right…I’ve been an asshole for the majority of my career here in the EWC but the one thing I’ve never done was dishonour that championship…everything I did was to try and live up to the legacy of those that came before me but you…you pissed all over what guys like Ace King did…what Melody Malone did…what Dominic Sanders, Candy, Ibuki Ito…hell what your own GM did and what I did for that championship…you disgust me and you don’t deserve to hold that championship a second longer than than necessary and I’m counting down the days Sally…
Xavier looks down at the shirt once again…stares at the blood…
Reid: 22 days Sally...22 days until StrangleMania…22 days until Rage in the Cage and 22 days until I soak this very t-shirt IN YOUR BLOOD!!!
Xavier holds up the t-shirt…
Reid: That’s my promise to you and the EWC…I’m going to deny you 300 and I’m going to end this madness once and for all…I’m going to take back that Undisputed Championship I’m going to end your run Sally…that is my promise Sally…your Undisputed Championship Reign will end with you a bloody mess face down on the canvas with my name echoing throughout Wembley Stadium because it’s not going to be Señor Reid you’re facing…it’s going to be XAVIER REID that your locked inside that cage with and you’re going to find out just how dangerous the real Reid is…
Xavier chucks the microphone into the crowd as he turns and walks back through the curtain.
Mason: Absolutely wild stuff here between Xavier Reid and Sally Talfourd, that match is going to be off the charts come StrangleMania...and speaking of, we have a contract signing yet to come for the Indy Championship!
Officials tend to the EWC Undisputed Championship, and we see Jordan Sharpe making his way down the ramp to check on one of his top stars before calling for a rare commercial break to get things sorted out ...
Following the commercial we return to the ring, where a table is set up with Jordan Sharpe at the head of the table, a contract on the table waiting to be signed as the General Manager of PRIME is still composing himself after what we saw moments ago. Eventually, he stands with a microphone in hand.
JFS: Ladies and Gentlemen this is the contract signing for the Indy Championship Match coming up at Stranglemania! First, let’s welcome the challenger to the ring, Jack Severn!
'15 Minutes' by Shattered Skies hits as Jack walks down to the ring once the guitar riff starts, dressed to the nines in a white suit and sunglasses. His face is a little more serious than his usual cocky self. He does, however, sit with his feet propped up on the table.
JFS: Jack, can you uh… not… do that? Please? Anyway, next, let’s welcome the champion.. 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 noticeably no Tori Taylor walking out behind her, and she strikes a pose in her expensive suit as pyro goes off behind her. Callie's paparazzi takes pictures of her as she walks down the ramp, taunting the fans and Jack as she goes. She enters the ring and immediately sits down, pushing Jack’s feet down to prop her own feet up.
JFS: Jack… Callie… After discussing with your personal lawyer Justin Case, who made things very difficult as he wants “no one to dive off of a 500 foot stadium wall again,” this match will be a Steel Cage Match, with a special twist that prevents escaping the cage to win, so whoever wins must do it by pinfall or submission!
The fans cheer for the stip as JFS nods his head.
JFS: I might not like the way either of you go about things, but I’m looking forward to this match. You’ve both spent the last couple years helping build Prime into the best brand in EWC so this should be a great battle…plus selfishly, I’m looking forward to watching you two tear each other apart, after everything The House has done these past two years. But before signing… is there anything either of you would like to say?
Jack takes the opportunity, quickly grabbing his mic.
Jack: First things first… the elephant in the room. After my match with Narumi Tsutsumi, I was immediately taken to the trainers room. And thanks to that match, and the aftermath of Callie vs Cosmo… and Sally Talfourd’s attack two weeks before that… I’m currently not medically cleared, due to a shoulder injury.
The crowd boos as Callie smirks.
Jack: BUT! I will be just barely cleared in about a month when StrangleMania comes around, so Callie? You better savor this final month as Indy Champion, because I’m going to take it all away. I keep getting questioned by those around me if I have what it takes to be a top competitor on Prime. Hell, I’m not even on the posters anymore! If this becomes my last chance at gold… I’m coming at you with everything. And it’s not because of anything personal, I honestly don’t even care about the coup attempt anymore. It’s simply business, and about reclaiming my destiny. Housemate or not, you have what I want. What I need to ensure my legacy here.
Jack leans in real close.
Jack: No brawling around the arena this time. No comedy. It’s just you and me, and our pure wrestling abilities inside that cage. And if I have to end the career of my second-in-command since day one of The House?
Jack leans in even closer.
Jack: I will. May the dirtiest player win.
Jack drops the mic and signs the contract, passing it forward to Callie. Callie grabs her mic and glares into the eyes of Jack.
Callie: Jack, you're right on one thing, this isn't just about the coup anymore. You plotted against me, I plotted against you, it happens. But it is about MY property, the Indy Championship.
Callie grabs the title off the table and clutches it closely.
Callie: And this matters more to me than who leads The House. This title is what gets you on all the posters, the biggest money deals, and the main events. This title is about being able to say you're one of the best on Prime and Jack, I've been one of the best here for 2 damn years! While you struggled and failed to win this, I won it in my FIRST TRY!
Callie rolls her neck.
Callie: You're a great wrestler Jack, I won't deny it. But when you come for what's mine, that friendship is tossed aside and I come for your throat. I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep this title right where it is. I don't wanna break your arm Jack, but I will if you make me do it.
Callie glares into the eyes of Jack as she signs the contract. JFS takes the contract off the table.
JFS: It’s official! At StrangleMania, it’ll be Jack Severn vs Callie Clark for the Indy Championship in a steel cage match!
The crowd cheers and JFS leaves the ring. Jack and Callie stand up and approach each other in front of the table, talking trash that the camera can’t seem to pick up. They stare each other down… and then Callie outstretches her hand. She nods at Jack, telling him to shake it, that it’s safe. After a moment of contemplation, Jack obliges, shaking her hand. But as Callie tries to let go… Jack keeps her held by the wrist. Callie tries to tug away, but Jack just keeps her there, looking in her eyes and shaking his head, again saying something inaudible with a very serious look on his face. He then laughs, lets go of her wrist, and holds up a too sweet. Callie, visibly annoyed at this point, hesitantly obliges… AND THEN SHE IMMEDIATELY REACHES INTO HER POCKET AND PULLS OUT… A can of cheez whiz??? She looks very confused as she sprays cheese as Jack, who just shakes his head and pulls a different can out of his pocket. PEPPER SPRAY! He sprays Callie in the face and she immediately goes down and slides out of the ring, shrieking and holding her eyes!
Mason: Turnabout is fair play, I suppose! Callie getting a taste of her own medicine!
Livingston: Dalilah Ashe has gotta be absolutely gleeful watching this!
Jack grabs a mic as the crowd goes wild!
Jack: Looking for this, Callie?! I know all your tricks, we share a locker room in The House, for god's sake! I switched the cans on you because I’m always one step ahead! There is a reason I’M the leader of The House, no matter what! I AM The Catalyst Jack Severn, and I AM the next Indy Champion!
Jack holds up Callie’s Indy Championship, and then tosses it down to her as she retreats down the ramp! Jack grabs the can of cheez whiz off the mat and pours some into his mouth as Callie stares from the entrance way with utter hate in her damaged eyes, clutching onto her championship like Gollum with the One Ring.
Mason: What a great episode of Prime this has been! For John Livingston, this is Eric Mason, and we hope to see you at StrangleMania, where Callie Clark will defend the Indy Championship against Jack Severn, The Heat Packers defend their Tag Team Championships against Eleos Affect, and Sally Talfourd defends her Undisputed Championship against Xavier Reid in the main event! Goodnight everyone!
The show fades out on the image of Jack Severn mouthing “22 days, that’ll be mine” to Callie, who just shakes her head and storms to the back as the show comes to a close.
END SCREEN
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Bruce Booth
Callie Clark
Jack Severn
Remarkable Mark Keaton
Sally Talfourd
The Heat Packers
Xavier Reid
ZERO
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RECAP OF WINNERS
TAG TEAM CONTEST
Young Justice Vs Narumi Tsutsumi & Emmanuelle
WINNERS: Narumi Tsutsumi & Emmanuelle
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ELIMINATION TRIPLE THREAT
Callum MacBeth Vs Nomad Ryder Vs Phoenix Winterborn
WINNER: Callum MacBeth
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SINGLES CONTEST
Bruce Booth Vs Dalilah Ashe
WINNER: Bruce Booth
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TRIPLE THREAT CONTEST
Candy Vs Justin Paige Vs RMK
WINNER: Candy
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MAIN EVENT / NON-TITLE SINGLES CONTEST
Divewire Vs Sally Talfourd
WINNER: Sally Talfourd
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MOTN WINNERS
Divewire Vs Sally Talfourd
MVP WINNER
Sally Talfourd
BOUNTY WINNER
Callum MacBeth
A shaky cam image comes to life from the inside of a car of an EWC staff member on the PR-165 Highway. There's nothing but cop cars ahead, blocking the road and another ambulance screams by them. The staff member gets out of the car. The camera shakes a lot now as the staff member is running through a mass of stopped traffic and confusion. There's tire chunks and debris on the road and two long skid marks that leads through a gaping hole in the guardrail. In the distance, the staff member can see the ambulance he was chasing, completely wrecked, upside down with all the doors ripped off of it. The emergency vehicles lights still flashing. A nearby cop stops his progress with a raised hand and speaks Mexican to him.
Staff: English, do you speak English?! I need to know what happened to a man riding in that ambulance! He was in critical condition at the arena! They were doing C.P.R on him! Remarkable Mark Keaton! The wrestler from EWC!
Cop: Sorry, Mister. There was nobody in the ambulance at all. It was completely empty. We think a bunch of kids maybe stole it and set it off on its own.
Staff: No, no, no! You don't understand! We followed that ambulance FROM the AREA! It had two paramedics in the back with Mark Keaton and two up front!
Cop: Sorry, Mister. There was nobody inside. Now move along, we have to secure the scene.
The staff turns his camera back to the destroyed ambulance before the feed eventually cuts out.
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