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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #122
JUNE 9TH 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Seoul Olympic Gymnastic Arena in Seoul, South Korea
PRIME
EPISODE #122
JUNE 9TH 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
LIVE! from the Seoul Olympic Gymnastic Arena in Seoul, South Korea
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, The Heat Packers, Aeon Khronos, NEVAEH, Gabi Vee, Candy, Narumi Tsutsumi, Callie Clark, Sally Talfourd, EWC Tag Team Champions The Heat Packers, and the Indy Jack Severn 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 ..
SOME LIKE IT HARDCORE
RAYMOND WAGNER JR. IS A CLASSIC
CAN A PHOENIX BE BORN IN WINTER?
NOTHING SWEET ABOUT ROTTEN MARK KEATON
DIVEWIRE FLYING UP THE RANKINGS
TIME FOR SOME HOUSE-CLEANING
The camera centers on ringside at the Seoul Olympic Gymnastic Arena, 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: Hello everyone and welcome to PRIME! I'm Eric Mason, joined as always by John Livingston and we're coming to you from beautiful Seoul, South Korea for a hot night of action after World Wide VI!
Livingston: Beautiful Seoul, huh? I didn't know you were a Jesse McCartney fan.
Mason: ...I'm just gonna ignore that, John. What I won't ignore is the exciting two-on-one handicap contest set between Aeon Khronos and The House of Bruce Booth and Jack Severn! From there we have an exciting bout between Nomad Ryder and Raymond Wagner Jr. and Narumi Tsutsumi taking on Phoenix Winterborn!
Livingston: Absolutely stellar matches lined up there, Eric! We've also got Candy taking on Rotten Mark Keaton, a brutal hardcore match in store as Dalilah Ashe takes on Harper Mason, and something of a grudge match in our main event as Divewire takes on Terry Kilgore!
Mason: The two had their share of struggles a few weeks back when teaming together, and this is a chance for them to sort that out...especially for Divewire coming off World Wide! Jack Severn managed to outlast five opponents at World Wide VI to retain the Indy Championship, but will his focus on the internal struggle of the House cost him and Booth the win against the Quartermaster?
Livingston: Man, I sure hope not! You gotta wonder where both men's minds are, especially as Booth continues to hold that PRIMEtime Briefcase tight! On top of that, you have the remaining participants of the Elimination Chamber looking to make a statement, proving they deserve another crack at that championship soon!
Mason: Which reminds me, a lot of buzz has been circulating about a special announcement regarding our next show, PRIME At Sea! This show was one of the big events announced at the start of the season by Jordan Sharpe, and it looks like our PRIME General Manager will have some new details to reveal tonight!
Livingston: We've got a whole lot in store Eric, so I think it's about time we get into it after this word from EWCTV!
John gives Eric a huge pat on the back as we fade to the EWCTV commercial
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We cut backstage, outside the office of the PRIME General Manager...but any expectation of Jordan Sharpe appearing gets subverted by the sight of Timothy Kahrs stepping up to the door instead! Kahrs opens the door to the office, a smile on his face as he walks in.
Mason: Wait, that's the Assistant GM to Monday Night BRAWL! What's he doing here at PRIME?
Livingston: I don't know Mason, but I don't like the look of it!
With that, we cut back to ringside!
2 VS 1 HANDICAP CONTEST
Aeon Khronos
Vs The House (Bruce Booth & Jack Severn)
Match Writer: Jack Severn
Aeon Khronos
Vs The House (Bruce Booth & Jack Severn)
Match Writer: Jack Severn
Livingston: Not Aeon’s fault she doesn’t have any friends!
Mason: You mean besides Phoenix Winterborn?
Livingston: Who?
Mason: God I hate you sometimes.
Stone: The following contest is a 2 on 1 handicap match scheduled for one fall!
”The Mess We’ve Made” by Sin Shake Sin plays as Jack Severn emerges from the back, opening up his entrance jacket to reveal the Indy Championship, still around his waist after the hellacious Elimination Chamber match. Bruce Booth follows close behind, clutching on to his Primetime Briefcase and also looking a little worse for wear after his bout with Callum MacBeth.
Stone: First, representing The House, at a combined weight of 440 pounds, they are the Primetime Briefcase holder, ‘BOX OFFICE’ BRUCE BOOTH, and the Indy Champion, ‘THE CATALYST’ JACK SEVERN, THE HOUUUUUUSEEEE!
Bruce and Jack ‘Too Sweet’ each other before heading to opposite corners and raising their respective prizes up high. Jack grins and points out a “Disgusting Brothers 2.0” sign to Bruce, who just shakes his head.
The chiming of clocks and gears fills the arena as the crowd begins booing the arrival of Aeon Khronos, paying them no mind as the beat kicks in on "Time" by Pink Floyd.
Stone: And their opponent, from The Edge of Time Itself, she is The Mistress of Time, AEON KHRONOS!
Aeon approaches the ring with a smirk on her face, enjoying what she's about to do. However, she stops short of actually entering the ring, and instead grabs a microphone.
Aeon: I can’t help but notice the odds do not seem to be in my favor here… but let’s just say, a time traveler is never TRULY alone!
The lights go out briefly, and when they come back on, the male version of Aeon Khronos is standing right next to her! The two give each other a nod, and both slide into the ring together, but The House are quick to slide out and yell at the referee to enforce the rules of the match.
Mason: Come on, make the right decision here…
Livingston: Like banning the other Aeon from the building? Hell, what about banning him from this timeline!
Mason: This should’ve never been booked to be a handicap match in the first place!
The referee looks at both teams, then looks to the announcer, and then finally shakes their head and points the male Aeon to the back.
Mason: GOD DAMMIT!
Both Aeons are beside themselves, but after a brief pep-talk where the male Aeon hands something off to his counterpart, he steps out of the ring. But as soon as he starts heading to the back… BRUCE BOOTH CATCHES HIM WITH A DIRECTOR’S CUT! This distracts the other Aeon enough as Jack Severn rolls back into the ring…
DING DING DING
Jack immediately hits Aeon with the Nightmare Fuel DDT! He covers!
ONE…
TWO…
THR- No! Aeon kicks out!
Mason: That could’ve been a quick finish to this match thanks to that distraction!
Livingston: Distraction?! Are you kidding me?! The House was just keeping things fair and within the rules by taking that other Aeon out!
Jack harshly pulls Aeon up to her feet by her hair, and then transitions right into a sleeper suplex, tossing her right onto her head! As she tries to pull herself up in the corner, Jack just runs right into her with a European uppercut! Then he scoops her onto his shoulders and runs forward into his patented DVD! Bruce, back on the apron, leans in for a tag, but Jack just covers instead.
ONE…
TWO…
THR- No! Aeon kicks out!
Jack pulls Aeon up again, and Bruce puts his hand out for a tag again, but Jack ignores him and delivers more uppercuts to Aeon!
Livingston: There’s something going on with Jack… he’s more aggressive than we’ve seen him be in quite a while! I think he has a tag partner…
Mason: He might be trying to send a message to his Insanity Cage opponents! Or maybe just Cosmo Goldworthy…
One butterfly suplex later, and Jack is pulling the turnbuckle pad off of one of the corners. The referee tries to stop him, but to no avail, as he just shoves the ref and drags Aeon into a snap suplex into the exposed buckle! Wasting no time, Jack lifts Aeon into a Catalyst Crusher! But instead of going for the cover, Jack waits in the opposite corner for Aeon to stir, looking for the Silencer… but Bruce tags himself in! Jack looks incensed at first, but Bruce points to Aeon and speaks calmly.
Bruce: Let me handle this for you. I’ll prove myself.
Jack calms down and goes to the apron, but in the brief moment that the referee is looking at Jack going back to the corner… AEON SMASHES BRUCE IN THE FACE WITH THE AEROCHRONOMETER!
Mason: Wait! That must be what her counterpart was handing off to her earlier! She was just waiting for the right moment!
Livingston: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!
Jack screams at the referee to look, but it's too late and Aeon has already tossed the evidence, before lifting Bruce into the Quantum Driver! The leg is hooked!
ONE…
TWO…
THR- No! Bruce kicks out!
As Aeon tries to grab Bruce’s arm for some sort of hold, Bruce quickly pulls her in front of him, right into an inverted DDT! Bruce whips Aeon into the corner, looking for a Stun Gun, but Aeon manages to leapfrog him! As she runs back into him, however, she’s caught into a snap powerslam! Bruce then tosses her out of the ropes and onto the apron, threading her through for… the Hangman’s DDT! He looks to the crowd as he backs into the corner, grinning and signaling for the Director’s Cut… BUT JACK TAGS HIMSELF IN!
Mason: Oh come on!
Livingston: Well… I guess he is the team captain, only fair he gets the pin. Or something.
Jack screams at Bruce to go back to the apron, and he obliges with an eye roll as Jack runs forward, hitting Aeon with the Silencer! But Jack doesn’t stop there, and locks on the Last Breath, choking the life out of Aeon! As she’s already passed out, the referee has no choice but to call for the bell!
DING DING DING
Stone: Your winners via referee stoppage… Bruce Booth and Jack Severn, The House!
Mason: I don’t know if Jack is trying to prove a point, or just being petty, but his antics here almost cost him and Bruce the match!
Livingston: But he still got the job done, didn’t he?! Bruce should just trust in him, like Jack has been trusting in Bruce lately.
Jack immediately kicks Aeon out of the ring and grabs a microphone.
Jack: HELLLLOOOOO SEOUL!!!
The crowd cheers as Jack catches his breath and smiles.
Jack: Now, your favorite and sexiest Indy Champion is doing pretty well these days, isn’t he? I just retained at World Wide inside the Elimination Chamber… FROM THE FIRST ENTRY, I MIGHT ADD! I’m getting an Undisputed Championship shot at Night of Champions within the Insanity Cage! AND… I just won my second tag match in a row as part of THE DISGUSTING BROTHERS 2.0!!! Everythings looking great, right?!
More cheers, but this time Jack’s face drops to a frown.
Jack: Well… except for one teeny tiny issue. One small cog in the machine that’s out of place.
Jack turns to Bruce.
Jack: Bruce, do you know what it is? Because it’s certainly not you, right?
Bruce hesitates, but then shakes his head, not making eye contact with Jack and just looking down. Jack turns to the crowd.
Jack: Seoul, do you know what’s wrong?
Jack then turns to look right into the camera.
Jack: Well I can tell you what’s wrong, and that’s you, Cosmo. Ever since you joined The House, you’ve been trying to be bigger than it. You went after Chris Page when he had the United States Championship… and then a month after you beat him, he’s mysteriously attacked by ninjas? I mean, I’m not saying you had anything to do with it… but it’s odd, right? And then you tell Callie Clark that she’s likely to beat me at StrangleMania. Guess you were wrong about that one, buddy. And THEN you lead The House into a slaughter in War Games at Rampage, where your team won by the skin of your teeth, and with a whole lot of injuries.
Jack turns back to Bruce.
Jack: Bruce, you ever think about why you were even part of that match? I’ll tell you why, it was because Cosmo needed an ego boost. Needed to feel like the leader after he saw me get the win against Team EWC in November. Some leader, losing to Jason Anderson with his hands tied behind his back.
Jack turns back to the camera briefly.
Jack: Yeah, have fun justifying how War Games was won because of you, when really it was JoJo doing the heavy lifting. You just gave your cousin a shorter career.
He turns back to Bruce.
Jack: And Bruce, what do you think Cosmo is going to do once he accomplishes his ultimate goal and becomes Undisputed Champion, hm? He’s gonna use you as a shield. Just like he always does.
Jack puts his hand on Bruce’s shoulder, but Bruce shoves away.
Jack: I won’t let that happen to you, if you can stay on the right side.
Jack turns back to the camera.
Jack: Bruce Booth is more than a shield, Cosmo! The HOUSE is more than your shield! And while I respected Callie’s coup attempt, and earned her respect the hard way-
Jack holds up the Indy Championship.
Jack: -Cosmo, you? I have no respect for you. Trying to fuck me over against Callie. Attacking me after the Elimination Chamber. All these machiavellian little moves… well, consider your dreams of taking my spot in The House officially dead, because as far as I’m concerned? You’re NO longer a MEMBER of The House!
The crowd gasps at Jack’s announcement, and Bruce immediately tries to interject, but Jack just ignores him.
Jack: And when you’ve made an enemy of The House? You’re in for a bad, bad time, because THE HOUSE. ALWAYS. W-
?: -WINS!
Jack and Bruce turn their heads down the entrance ramp, only to see none other than Dimitri Graves, microphone in hand! The crowd boos at the clear lack of Cosmo.
Dimitri: Now, my client obviously couldn’t be here tonight, owing dates to Rampage… and knowing how volatile you’d be… But I made it my business to be here in Seoul to tell you this personally. Cosmo Goldworthy…
Dimitri pauses dramatically.
Dimitri: …Has better things to do than, and I quote, “bitch and moan about something he had coming.”
Jack just rolls his eyes. Bruce snickers. The crowd boos.
Dimitri: Now, on a personal note, Jack… it’s been a while, hasn’t it? We haven’t properly been reunited since I started managing Cosmo. So I just want to make one thing very clear to you, Jack. I don’t forget, and I don’t forgive. That beatdown you gave me at WrestleFest two years ago is one I hope was satisfying for you, because when my client takes everything from you, just know that YOU did this. You replaced me with that pompous prick Alastor, and you left me with nothing! But now I have a moneymaker that has surpassed you in every way imaginable, and…
Dimitri runs his hand through his hair.
Dimitri: …There’s a good chance he won’t shave my head for some embarrassing Hulk Hogan parody. THIS is my ultimate revenge! And when you’re bleeding on the ground, with nothing left, you will remember the man who took it all away. You WILL remember DIMITRI GRAV-
Jack: -Yeah you can shut up now.
Jack paces the ring as the crowd roars in laughter.
Jack: Soooo you’re telling me Cosmo isn’t here? You came all alone?
Dimitri glares at Jack, not quite piecing together where he’s going with this.
Jack: Guess you can send this message to him next time you see him, then!
Jack rolls out of the ring and starts making his way right for Dimitri, who’s eyes go wide. But then… Bruce puts himself in front of Jack! Jack, annoyed, asks Bruce to get out of the way, but Bruce tries to plead with Jack. Jack just shoves Bruce out of the way, but by the time he makes his way closer to Dimitri, a horde of security guards have made their way around the sleazy manager.
Dimitri: Oh, you really think I’d just come here without backup? Not after WrestleFest! You’re NEVER getting your hands on me EVER again!
Dimitri cackles.
Dimitri: Now… don’t worry about me, worry about Insanity Cage. My client will see you there, champ.
Dimitri heads to the back with his security as Jack just stands there, all pissed off. He turns to talk to Bruce, but Bruce shakes his head and shoves past him, heading to the back alone, clearly pissed off about this whole situation. Alone, Jack heads back up the ramp, muttering to himself.
Jack: I’m gonna fix this. I’m gonna fix this…
Mason: Wow, that was a lot. Things are really heating up between Jack Severn and Cosmo Goldworthy!
Livingston: And poor Bruce Booth is caught in the middle!
Mason: Well, we’ll be back with more EWC after this break!
With that, we move to a commercial break...
We open up backstage in the locker room seeing Raymond Wagner Jr staring at himself in the mirror right before his match against Nomad Ryder. He hasn't told anyone but he was afraid. His career not going the way he wanted put a voice in the back of his head telling him he's not good enough and shouldn't be here. He walks over to a vintage record player, he puts a vinyl record of Johnnie Ray on and drops the needle on it. Just Walking in the Rain starts playing, a smooth R&B song. Not saying anything out loud he just sighs and splashes cold water on his face. He stands there for a moment looking at himself, the water dripping from his face, trying to let the music relax him.
Just walkin' in the rain,
Getting soaking wet,
Torturing my heart,
By trying to forget,
Just walkin' in the rain,
So alone and blue,
All because my heart,
Still remembers you!
The lights flickered for a second but it didn't interrupt the record player. Raymond grabs a face cloth and wipes his face dry. He hears a knock on the door and somebody yelling a five minute warning, his entrance is coming up soon. He nods then looks at himself one last time before heading toward the record player to turn it off. He reaches for the needle but the lights flicker again. This time the record player starts acting strange, the record starts going backwards. The backwards version of Walkin in the Rain sounds very strange. He stands there in one spot, looking at the record player in a mixture of bewilderment and fear. One part of the song stops, the record scratches and very clearly he can hear a loud whisper in the recording.
SUFFERING IS YOUR FATE!
The lights flicker again and the song returns to normal. Raymond looks around the room, he is disturbed by these events but he has a job to do tonight, he has to try and focus on the task at hand. He turns off the record player, opens the door and quickly leaves. The room is pitch black, but the record player starts up in the darkness and plays the song backwards again, two glowing eyes open in the corner of the room.
The camera goes to the arena showing Mason and Livingston with confused looks on their faces.
Stone: The following match is set for one fall! 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 opponent, coming to us from The Golden Age Of Professional Wrestling and weighing in at 235 pounds... RAYMOND WAGNER JR!
Raymond comes through the curtain and does a lat spread as Barbara Mae stands beside him. After about fifteen seconds they walk down to the ring together where Barbara stands in the corner and Raymond steps into the ring where he does another lat spread.
DING DING DING
Both lock up in a collar and elbow. Wagner manages to roll Ryder’s arm into an arm wringer and then into a hammerlock. Wagner kicks Ryder’s feet from under him taking Ryder to the mat. Ryder manages to snapmare his way free breaking the hold. Both get to their feet where Ryder walks into a knife edge chop to the chest. Wagner grabs Ryder in a single underhook that he rolls into a neckbreaker. Wagner rolls him over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ryder pushes his way free breaking the count. Wagner lifts Ryder to his feet and lashes out with a right hand. Ryder ducks and Wagner spins hitting nothing but air. Ryder leaps hitting a Pele kick. Wagner staggers allowing Ryder to pull him to the mat with a backstabber. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Wagner pushes a shoulder into the air breaking the count.
Mason: Strong kick outs from both here!
Livingston: I know it’s cliché but this is a human game of chess. Both moving around the board but someone will need to hit a big move to shake things up.
Ryder gets to his feet as he ponders his next attack. As he does Wagner gets to his feet. Ryder turns and catches him on the point of his chin with a Superkick. Wagner flies back crashing to the mat. Ryder hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Wagner rolls to his side breaking the count. Ryder lifts him to his feet but Wagner grabs Ryder and pulls him into a jawbreaker bringing Ryder’s jaw down on the back of Wagner’s own head. Ryder clutches his jaw as Wagner grabs him. He throws himself back hitting a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Wagner rolls back and makes the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ryder just lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Mason: So close to a three count right there!
Livingston: He might be sitting in check right now. One more move by just be enough to finish this one!
Wagner gets to his feet and he waits for Ryder to get to his. Wagner grabs him around the waist for a Belly To Belly Suplex. As he lifts him, Ryder counters with a DDT. Wagner lays on the mat. . As he does, Ryder climbs to the top turnbuckle and he leaps for a Long Ryder. At the last second, Wagner rolls to his side and Ryder crashes to the mat. He stumbles to his feet as Wagner grabs him taking him over with a Belly To Belly Suplex. Wagner makes a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... RAYMOND WAGNER JR!!!Mason: It looked all over for Raymond Wagner at times but when Nomad Ryder missed that Moonsault, Raymond Wagner took full advantage and he picked up the win!
Livingston: One missed moonsault was all that was in it. Hit it and Nomad Ryder would have been the one victorious tonight!
Wagner raises his arms in victory and performs a lat spread. He rolls from the ring and heads up the ramp. Midway up, he turns performing another lat spread before continuing up the ramp.
Mason: What a match! With that win, Wagner has a chance to jockey back into the title scene.
Livingston: He's not the only one Eric, we've been hearing rumblings from a few folks including Narumi Tsutsumi who I've been told is backstage!
The camera cuts to ...
Joe Danes is found backstage with a stone-faced Narumi Tsutsumi.
Danes: Folks I’m here witn Narumi Tsutsumi, and its been a long time no see for me and I'm glad we can have this chat. You're sporting quite the growing main lately! Is it a new look coming out a reset post the Elimination Chamber?
Narumi blinks, seemingly all business.
Narumi: I don’t want to talk about my hair and you don't want me to get started on the Elimination Chamber or why I had to qualify to start something random people entered.
Danes: Well it’s been since Prime 113 since you've spoken to me. Why have you been so uncharastically silent?
Narumi nods.
Narumi: I was letting my in-ring performances do the talking. Even when Jack walking into Jordan’s office, which is apparently the House GM office and not Prime’s with these House freebie handicap matches, complaining somehow got Jack Aiya’s Indy title match. Despite the fact I had the top record on Prime and I'm the closest to Aiya as a Shinijoshi member. I just kept wrestling and winning thinking my record would speak for itself. I used to be one of those people who didn't quite understand why record breaking champions would hammer home again and again their championship stats. To me I used to think, what is the point of you saying what everyone already knows? And if they didn't know, people are studious enough to just check title history without these champions holding their hands. But just like my approach with the House was wrong, I was wrong about people absorbing the facts on their own. These former champions who repeat their championship records every other time they appear were in the right as they understood the EWC audience and locker room better than I did.
Danes: Uh that’s kind of harsh-
Narumi: Because lately I’ve been hearing the strangest statements. Some people still think Candy is the longest reigning champion while others draw parallels to Jordan being the Ace King and Southern Express of the Indy Championship like he holds the record. This isn't 2022 anymore. Neither has been true for years! I’m the longest reigning Indy Champion and I’m the one with the most successful defences!
Danes: Of course!
Narumi: And then Winterborn giving me the TV Broadcast stump speech routine, telling me the difference between my Undisputed reign and his Broadcast reign was he was willing to put the title on the line against anyone.
Narumi’s eyes twitch and her face becomes overwhelmed with mixtures of confusion, annoyance, and anger.
Narumi: I don't even know where to start. First off, that’s not how the Undisputed Championship works, you can’t compare it with a TV Title, I couldn't just go around giving any random person I want a title match or defend my belt without giving EWC staff time to build promoted money making events around it. After I left double champion at Mania, I made sure the EWC knew I was available to defend my championships at all PPVs and I put my Tag Title on the line at the Paramount PPV and my Undisputed on the line at the Prime PPV. Something that seemingly is no longer done in the EWC with the Tag and Undisputed Championships skipping both PPVs.
Narumi: But even ignoring that, cool he retained 2 times within 84 days, that's nice, even though Ace King did the same in 42 days right after him with the same title..that’s still a cool line for Winterborn to use against me to sound like he knows better than me about being a fighting champion. OR IT WOULD BE, EXCEPT DURING THE G1, WHICH IS SIMILAR TO THE BORT, IN 42 DAYS I RETAINED THE INDY CHAMPIONSHIP 3 TIMES! AND IN 84 DAYS I HAD RETAINED 4 OR 5 TIMES BECAUSE THE INDY CHAMPIONSHIP WAS BEING DEFENDED EVEN MORE TIMES THAN THE SHOWTIME BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP DURING THE TOURNAMENT!
Narumi: But I’m almost grateful people don’t check title history or know anything. Because you know what’s on there? Let me tell you.
“NARUMI TSUTSUMI WAS 9-0-1 IN DEFENSES DURING HER 420 DAY REIGN [DRAW @ PRIME #100 vs. JACK SEVERN)”
Narumi: Danes, I know EWC had some breaks, but the company was founded in 1997. Around how many years is that?
Narumi finally pauses and lets Danes speak.
Danes: Uh over 20.
Narumi: In over 20 years, do you think I’m the only champion who has had a draw in one of their championship defences? Don’t answer because I can think of multiple in the last 3 years. Yet in over 20 years of EWC not caring to differentiate how championships are retained where no other championship has this kind of note, somehow they decide it’s a worthy asterisk only for my championship reign. What happened to the company tag line of “We build legends and preserve legacies”? Normally the EWC supports their stars and doesn't try tearing them down. Normally, the type of note that would be on there is the fact that I'm the only Indy Champion to ever retain throughout the entire G1 with a winning record.
Danes: I couldn't tell you what is happening there Narumi, I’m not in charge. But Narumi I do know you, and as much as you seem to be going through a transformation, I can't imagine you to have become someone who schedules air time only to vent. Even if it’s valid.
Narumi: You’re right. What I really wanted is for me to have what is due to me.
Danes: What is due to you?
Narumi: Yes. See I could come out here and flail my arms around saying after the Insanity Cage I should get the next Undisputed Championship match because that’s Cosmo’s and Lad’s shots, so as the most winningest EWC star after them I should be getting the next shot. But truth be told I know Cosmo and Lad probably deserve other shots if they don't win. I could even say I should be given a title shot at the US or North American Championship because I beat Ito and Lad this season on top of my number of wins standing tall over most of the other contenders who actually have a GM actively doing their job. But I know the higher ups will give the excuse that they didn't have those titles when I beat them. And I know me responding that I beat Lad during his TV Title reign would be met with them saying hey come on aren't you a little too high on the totem pole to try taking a title for up and comers. That’s all fine, I’m a very reasonable person who is more than fair.
But there is one thing I will not accept. No excuses.
I'm the rightful contender for the Hardcore Championship.
There is no search necessary for a Hardcore contender nor a reason to act confused about what match needs to happen.
Jason Anderson is gone, he had his shot and he has less wins than me anyways.
I’ve defeated Dalilah and Caleb multiple times in hardcore matches this season, don’t even try it.
Narumi stares into the camera with wild eyes.
Narumi: But I'm going to try what everyone else does, repeat myself and drive some stats home.
I reigned as Indy Champion for over 400 days, I’m the longest reigning Indy Champion.
I retained the Indy Championship 10 times, I’m the greatest Indy Champion of all time.
I won the G1 with a perfect record and I became Undisputed Champion by winning the Legend of the Ring. I'm the most successful tournament wrestler in EWC history.
I have competed in the most Hardcore matches this season and won most of them. Give me the next Hardcore Championship bout with the pirate blunderer of the division, or I will set sea to find him myself.
Narumi walks away as Joe signals for the show to proceed.
Stone: The following match is one fall to a finish. Joining us first, from The Windy City of Chicago, weighing in at 229 pounds, he is The American Tradition, Ultraviolence ... 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.
Stone: And his opponent, from Shinjuku, Japan weighing in at 125 pounds, she is The Onihime ... Narumi Tsutstumi!
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.
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Narumi demonstrates her newly aggressive attitude by going on the attack right out of the gate. She hits Winterborn with a spinning back fist, followed by a flurry of quick punches and a gut punch that doubles him over. She attempts to finish the assault with a kick to the back of the neck, but Phoenix moves out of the way and strikes back with a Reign of Fire. Narumi utilizes her agility and speed to dodge each of the three spinning back kicks, before coming back with a roundhouse kick that Phoenix is barely able to avoid. But the missed kick serves its intended purpose, putting Winterborn on his back foot and setting him up for a leg sweep that takes him to the mat.
Phoenix instinctually rolls to put a distance between himself and another assault, which causes Narumi to narrowly miss the Ippon Punch that she had headed his way. Phoenix puts his back to the turnbuckles, using them to haul himself to his feet. Narumi comes in to meet him, throwing her entire body weight into a corner splash. But Phoenix is able to use his greater size to cushion most of the blow. Trapping her in a bear hug, he spins and dumps her back out of the corner with a belly to belly throw. He attempts a quick pin.
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Narumi kicks out strong, much to Phoenix's dismay. Phoenix doesn't give in to the disappointment. Instead he gives The Onihime space enough to get to her knees before he floors her with a shotgun dropkick. He heads to the top turnbuckle to attempt Flight of the Phoenix, but Narumi is already up by the time he reaches his destination. Running up the turnbuckles, she brings him back down with a quick Superplex. She goes for the roll up.
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Phoenix kicks out strong. Picking him up she whips him into the turnbuckles. Jumping backwards into the corner she gives him the Rear View, knocking him into a seated position. Building up a head of steam she comes back at him with a Bronco Buster.
Livingston: I'm starting to get jealous of all that attention Phoenix is getting in the corner.
Mason: I don't think he's enjoying it as much as you are John.
Narumi hauls Phoenix out of the corner and slaps on a rear naked choke. Winterborn reaches back to grab her ankle and pull her off balance. As she starts to fall back she relinquishes the choke to recapture her balance, throwing a spin kick in the process that glances off of Phoenix's right shoulder. Grasping at the point of impact, he is nevertheless able to regain his vertical base just in time to absorb a series of knife edge chops to the chest. She follows these up with a Mae Geri Front Kick that sends him back into the ropes. Rebounding back at her Phoenix turns Narumi for a loop with a powerful lariat.
Lifting her up he moves her into position for a fisherman's suplex. But before he can hook the leg Narumi counters with a back body drop. This time the Ippon Punch finds its mark. She goes to lock in the Tsutsumi Rappu, but in all the back and forth she doesn't notice how close they have rolled to the ropes. Winterborn gets his foot on the bottom rope causing Senior Official Niklaus Forbes to break the hold.
Mason: Close call there for Winterborn, but he manages to get out and save the match for himself!
Livingston: Phoenix needs to be careful or Narumi's gonna go right back after that hold!
Narumi picks him up, sending him into the ropes intending to land The Master Sword roaring elbow. But instead she spins into a spinning back-fist, followed by a headlock driver.
Mason: Phoenix Winterborn lands the Light of the Apocalypse!
Livingston: And it looks like The Onihime is about to follow up her loss in the Elimination Chamber with some Failed Redemption.
Ultraviolence locks on his signature submission as the ref watches closely for a tap out. But the Grade One Yokai stubbornly refuses to quit. Eventually losing his patience, Winterborn relinquishes the hold of his own accord. Stomping on Narumi's head, he drives her several times into the canvas, before he's satisfied that she is properly out of commission. He goes to climb the ropes.
Ascending to the top he sees that this time Narumi is beaten enough to stay down. Composing himself on the top turnbuckle he takes his Final Flight, twisting into a 630 Moonsault. But just before impact he is met with the Paymon.
Livingston: It looks like Narumi wasn't as down and out as she appeared Eric.
Mason: Her resilience continues to be impressive.
With surprising strength she lifts her larger opponent into an electric chair position before delivering the Wrapping Hime.
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Somehow Phoenix finds the strength to kick out of the victory roll. Picking him up in a full nelson Narumi hits a snap dragon suplex, followed by a sliding dropkick to the side of his skull. Going up to the top she dives into a double foot stomp which she transitions into Low Diffa.
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Stone: And your winner, via pinfall ... Narumi Tsutsumi!!!Mason: What a contest of skill we've just witnessed! Phoenix fought his hardest, but Narumi would not be denied.
Livingston: She said 'Queen Me' and Chi-Town's Finest was forced to comply. But he didn't give up the victory without a fight.
Marissa climbs into the ring to check on Phoenix. Narumi bows to the crowd, before turning to show her respect to her opponent and his manager. She offers them a respectful bow before leaving the ring victorious. Marissa helps her man out of the ring, and together they follow in Narumi's footsteps, up the ramp and out of the arena.
Mason: Close match here with the former champion Narumi picking up the win and perhaps making the statement she was set out to do!
Livingston: And with a big PRIME At Sea announcement still looming, I can't help but wonder what opportunity she'll strike at next!
Elsewhere in Savannah…
The last time we saw Callie Clark, after a heated confrontation between doctor and patient, the former Indy Champion, Callie Clark runs off in a panic. Her hands covering her ears in a futile attempt to ignore the now screaming voices of the dead. They sounded as if they were reaching out to Callie through shrieking and pained screaming. It drove Callie mad, repeating “Shut up” to herself rapidly like a machine gun. The voices only got louder and louder, the deeper Callie ran off into the woods, the more the thick moss off the endless sycamore trees obscures the sky, leaving Callie in near-darkness. Though at this point, Callie’s eyes are sealed shut as she tries to focus on swearing at the voices in her mind from getting louder and louder. It brought an incredible migraine and the sudden strike of lightning stops Callie in her place and shouts.
Callie Clark: SHUUUT! UUUUUUP!
The former Golden Goddess screamed her tiny little heart out. Callie huffed and puffed in order to get the air back in her lungs, but for the moment? The voices stopped. The screaming ended, and left Callie in the near-total silence that she so desperately demanded moments ago. Callie looks around with half-lidded eyes, squinting before fully opening her eyes to see through the darkness and finds herself no longer in a field of trees but a field of marigolds. Bright yellow and orange flowers bloom in spite of the darkness they found themselves rooted in. A large mass of flower petals shower over Callie. It felt almost peaceful, almost serene. Then, the infamous sound of a rattle shakes Callie to the core. She freezes in fear, her eyes darting around the field of flowers for anything shifting through it.
??: Be not afraid, Golden Goddess.
The serpent rattles once more to get Callie’s attention, which it does. Callie turns her head before turning her body toward the snake slowly. The voice coming from the rattlesnake sounds raspy, but masculine, and as is tradition, the rattlesnake’s prouncable lisp made anything with “S” drag longer than it ought to.
Callie Clark: No.
Callie stuns the serpent, and it somehow shows that bewilderment on it’s little snake face.
Serpent: No?
Callie Clark: I’m not crazy enough to start talking to animals. Especially a poisonous snake like you.
Unable to count, the serpent instead settles for shaking its tail once, and once more for each additional point it wanted to make.
Serpent: First of all, I’m not poisonous; I’m venomous. Second of all; I’m here to offer you exactly what you’re looking for.
Despite her original indignation, Callie sucks her teeth and hears out the serpent.
Callie Clark: I'm really losing my mind, I'm having a conversation with an animal! What do you know about what I want? You don't know me!
The serpent slithers through the field of marigolds and toward Callie, it sifts and circles around Callie before stopping in front of Callie and propping itself up to look upward at Callie. The grin on the serpent’s face is enough to chill Callie’s veins, but she remains cool and bravely looks the serpent in the eye.
Serpent: I know exactly how you feel, Golden Goddess. I can feel your pain, your resentment, but worst of all, I can feel the part of you that died the moment your good friend when you handed off your Indy title to a man that’s only taken from you.
Callie scoffs
Callie Clark: Look he's an ass but he outconned me, good for him. I’ll get my title back.
Callie puffs out her chest with a fake confidence, but the Serpent’s teasing tone signals that they don’t believe Callie.
Serpent: Severn used you, Golden Goddess. He used the glory that you spent years building for yourself.
The Serpent slides and slowly ascends up Callie’s leg and wraps itself loosely around Callie’s shoulders so it can make closer eye contact with Callie.
Serpent: You’re left with nothing but hearing the voices of the damned that follow the Stormbringer.
Callie Clark: Who the? What– how did you–
Clark stammers and finds herself tongue-tied by the serpent.
Callie Clark: No, this is all crazy! I’m just going crazy!
The former champion shakes her head and tries to pull the snake off of her, but it only coils tighter.
Serpent: You’re not insane, Golden Goddess. You’re someone who deserves power. You should be feared and revered for your potential. You know better than anybody else that you’ve always been different from the rest of humanity.
The serpent rattles its tail beside Callie’s ear to get her to shift her head reflexively, and when she did so, the snake held Callie’s head in place to look to the pitch-black woods, but within that darkness, Callie can see a vision of her with the up not just the AMC Broadcast Championship, and the Indy Championship. A title for each of her two shoulders.
Serpent: Look at what they took from you, Golden Goddess. All for what? For this?
The snake jerks Callie’s head the opposite direction to Severn overcoming the odds at World Wide and retaining the Indy Championship. Only to get blindsided by Cosmo Goldworthy, another Housemate that made Callie’s blood boil.
Serpent: They’re willing to burn down the House you built just to fight among the ashes. They are not strong enough to lead.
The Serpent snickers.
Serpent: They are not strong enough to carry. That. Weight.
Callie Clark: What do you want me to do about it!? I’m stuck in this lunatic Summer Camp! Plus I have a broken arm! As soon as I'm healed and I'm allowed to leave here I can focus on getting back what's mine, but unless you can magically heal a broken arm and get me the first limo out of here, there's nothing I can do right now!
Callie’s face turns red in frustration, all while the snake laughs and continues nonchalantly.
Serpent: It’s true– you’re not strong enough to carry that weight. Not yet anyway…
Callie Clark: That isn’t what I said!
The snake’s voice trails off while releasing Callie’s head enough for her to relax her head to a neutral position, and so that it could look the former champion in the eyes once more.
Serpent: However– there is someone who can give you that strength needed to defy your fate. They know him as the Stormbringer.
Callie Clark: What are you talking about? Who the hell is the Stormbringer?
The Serpent smugly chuckles to itself before answering Callie’s question with a tinge of condescension that no doubt stepped on quite a few of Callie’s nerves. Yet she’s too invested in what the Serpent had to say. After all, it isn’t everyday you get to talk to a reptile.
Serpent: You already know the answer to that, Golden Goddess.
The serpent slithers down Callie’s body back down to the Earth. With a rattle it beckons Callie to step deeper into the field of orange and yellow marigolds that are mysteriously blooming in these deep dark woods. The Serpent crawls up a nearby oak tree.
Serpent: The Stormbringer and them alone can give you the strength you seek.
The snake rattles its tail to focus Callie’s attention.
Serpent: But you must show that you can sacrifice yourself to something greater.
Callie raises an eyebrow in confusion but follows the snake further into the flowers.
Callie Clark: Sacrifice?
Callie looks uneasy and mentally debates running away, but doesn't. Callie does take a step back though.
Serpent: You must sacrifice for strength.
The serpent slithers out from the tree, staring directly at Callie.
Serpent: Do you understand what I mean when I say sacrifice?
Callie reaction here.
Callie Clark: I do.
Then with zero hesitation, the rattlesnake cocked back and lunged at Callie’s unprotected neck and sinks its venomous fangs deep into her neck. It happens so fast, by the time Callie can physically react, the rattlesnake releases itself from Callie’s neck and slithers off into the Marigolds.
As for the former Indy champion? Callie’s world immediately hazes and fades into a blur. She loses her sense of balance and starts staggering clockwise in the direction of the blur in her mind. Blood drips from the fresh bite wound from the Serpent. Callie tries to cover the wound with a hand, but unfortunately for Callie, her legs couldn’t stay underneath Clark, so she fell backwards into the field of marigolds. Callie crashing back-first into the flowers sends petals flying every which direction like water, and like a body of water, Callie fell through the flowers into the darkness. Callie sinks into the darkness, her healthy arm weakly reaching out for the light but everything goes black.
Livingston: On Rampage RMK went to war with Zero, and Candy is coming off of her narrow defeat in The Elimination Chamber at World Wide.
Mason: But there will be no rest for the Rotten, the Sweet, or the Sour here tonight John, as Mark Keaton takes on Candy in our next contest here on Prime.
Stone: Joining us first, from The Hell Dimension, weighing in at 235 pounds, he's the avatar of The Demon Mammon, HE IS ... Rotten Mark Keaton!
Fog covers the stage as Hole by Royal Blood begins. A large ring of fire lights up on the stage floor. A black coffin rises out of the hole inside the fire with the letters -RMK- scratched roughly on the front in red lettering. The coffin continues to rise until it's floating five feet above the fire. The music stops for a second and the coffin drops hard to the ground, a huge fireball explosion erupts behind the coffin and the lid breaks to pieces as the music starts again. Red eyes glow from the darkness of the coffin then the smiling demon mask of Rotten Mark Keaton is seen as it climbs out, wearing a top hat and dress coat with blue jeans and black gloves. RMK walks to the ring, arms swinging happily, he's not acknowledging the crowd at all as he climbs in the ring. He removes his dress coat and starts pacing around, waiting for the match to begin.
"I Want Candy(Remix)" by Aaron Carter begins to play throughout the arena. There are 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: And his opponent, making her way to the ring from Candyland, weighing in at 118 pounds, please welcome The Sweet Treat ... Caaaandyyyy!
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.
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Both competitors circle the ring, each one trying to size up their opponent. Candy looks guarded and hesitant to engage, until Mark mocks her with a belittling bow. Rolling her eyes Candy moves to lock up, but at the last second, Keaton dances just out of reach. With a dramatic flourish he salutes her efforts with a tip of his top hat. Further annoyed by the fun and games Candy hits him with a front dropkick that sends the hat flying off his head and knocks his body back into the corner.
She presses her attack with a running double knee strike into the turnbuckles, before bringing him back out with a tornado DDT. Capturing the arm, she attempts to end the match early by setting up for a Candy Blast. But The Rotten One isn't ready to be finished. Using his superior size Keaton regains a vertical base.
Taking control of Candy's arm with a twisting wrist lock, he turns her into an arm drag takedown. He follows this up with a vicious kick to his opponent's mid-section that knocks the breath from Candy's lungs. Putting his foot on her pretty face, he scrapes the sole of his boot callously across her moneymaker.
Mason: Keaton's really taking the fight to Candy here!
Livingston: Not letting her status as former EWC Undisputed Champion stop him from laying in a beating, that's for sure.
RMK boots Candy's limp body over onto her stomach, intending to perform a Reverse Exorcism. But as he leans forward to apply the camel clutch Candy comes alive, hitting him with a back elbow that finds Keaton's throat in an area not protected by the mask. Spitting and sputtering, Mark stumbles backwards, giving Candy a chance to recover.
With a burst of energy she launches herself at the bigger man with a spear. Her momentum carries them both through the ropes and out to the floor where it takes a minute for them to regain their bearings.
Using the edge of the ring for leverage they find their feet at almost the same time. But RMK is just a step ahead. Grabbing Candy, he whips her into the barrier at ringside, before backing up for a charge. Building up speed he rushes her, intending to crush her against the steel. But he ends up eating it, when Candy trips him up with a well-timed drop toe hold.
Rolling back into the ring Candy breaks the count. Not waiting for Mark to join her she climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Facing out, she measures the distance and takes a deep breath before launching herself into a suicidal 450 Splash out to the floor.
Mason: The Sweet Treat delivers a Sugar High right out to the frickin' floor!
Livingston: It's just too bad that the high risk wasn't worth the reward Eric.
RMK just manages to move out of the way as Candy crashes into the concrete. Picking her up by the hair he hits a gutwrench suplex before tossing her back into the ring. Slowly, he makes his way up the steps and follows her back between the ropes. Picking her up he slaps on a headlock, wrenching it in to wear her down while catching his breath. Violently, he pulls her down to the mat with a bulldog, before cinching in a bulldog choke.
For the second time in the match Candy seems down for the count. But Keaton isn't about to make the same mistake twice. Transitioning into a cobra clutch he hauls her to her feet, and with the hold still applied, he takes her back down with a cobra clutch suplex.
Picking his prone opponent up in a double-leg, he slams her down to her knees in preparation for The Throne of Mammon.
With evil intent Mark goes to apply The Throne of Mammon. But as Keaton come from behind to apply the Dragon choke, Candy manages to reach back and throw him over with a snapmare from the kneeling position. She quickly floats over into a mount and locks in The Candy Wrapper.
Referee Stefan Elliot checks on him to see if he wants to submit. But Candy, still shaken up from her crash into the concrete, knows that she won't be able to maintain the hold on her larger opponent. Letting go, she allows him the time he needs to get to his feet. In the meantime she runs at the ropes, using them to springboard back just as Keaton stands up, kicking him in the head with an enziguri. Rotten Mark hits the mat hard.
With a wicked expression Candy watches him struggle back up to a crouch, before she lays him back down again with a Shining Wizard.
Mason: The Sweet and Sour from Candy!
Livingston: It looks like her Sour side decided to make an appearance after all!
Picking Keaton up by the head, she runs at the nearest corner, using the turnbuckles to deliver The Candy Crusher. She immediately follows that up with a cover.
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Stone: And your winner, by pinfall ... CAAANDYYY!!!
Mason: What a win for Candy!
Livingston: Keaton got caught with that Sweet and Sour, and that sealed his fate here tonight.
Candy takes a lap with her arms raised after a hard fought victory. Climbing the turnbuckles, she salutes the crowd with a sweet smile on her face. All signs of her sour side having vanished after the victory. Rolling out of the ring, Mark Keaton recovers his top hat and shoves off the medical staff as he skulks his way out of the arena.
Mason: Hot match here, with Candy picking up the win as she bounces back from the tough loss at World Wide VI!
Livingston: As brutal as that was, I reckon our next one is gonna be even more violent as we see hardcore action up next!
Mason: And now we go from a battle between a brawling beauty and a masked freak to a fight between a masked freak and a brawling beauty. Only this time there's weapons involved. It's Dalilah Ashe... The Creature, taking on one half of Young Justice, Harper Mason in a Hardcore Rules match.
Stone: The following match is a HARDCORE COMPETITION where weapons are legal and lives could be on the line!!
The intro to "New Divide" by Jonathon Young hits the speakers and when the lyrics kick in Harper emerges from the back ready for battle.
Stone: Joining us first, hailing from Orlando, Florida and fighting out of Las Vegas, Nevada; weighing in at 125 pounds, she is The Slaytanic Avenger ... Harper Mason!
Once Harper hears her name called she sprints down to the ring with a big grin on her face, clapping hands with the fans at ringside, before jumping into the ring and doing a forward roll, landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent.
Stone: And her opponent, She is Prime's most Deadly Sin. The Beautiful Tragedy of the EWC... The Last Temptation: Dalilah Ashe!
"Who is this irresistible creature who has an insatiable love for the dead?"
Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie begins to play as a blue and purple glow illuminates the arena and a violet mist rises from the stage bringing with it the smell of dying roses as 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.
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Pulling Ian free from the canvas Dalilah follows after. Harper grabs the first thing she can find to defend herself at ringside, which turns out to be a steel chair. It comes in handy as a shield as The Last Temptation again tries to bash in the skull of The Slaytanic Avenger. Mason fends off two more strikes before managing to get in a swing of her own. She hits Dalilah on the arm with the chair, causing her to drop her bat. Seeing an opening she starts to wail on Ashe with a barrage of chair shots, causing The Deadly Sin to abandon Ian and seek out safety back inside the ring.
Mason: Mason managing to take control of the match here!
Livingston: This is a great opportunity for Harper to really lay it on thick!
Dalilah is furious at the little upstart's audacity. And Harper, bolstered by this early change in momentum, takes the opportunity to antagonize her angry adversary before going under the ring to add to her arsenal. She comes out holding a 2x4 and she throws up her thumb as a tribute to Hacksaw Jim Duggan, to the joy of the fans, and the increasing ire of her opponent.
Cut off from her weapon of choice Dalilah goes to the opposite side of the ring in search of something sinister. What she finds is a florescent light tube, which she brandishes with a sadistic satisfaction. Coming around the ring Dalilah and Harper see each other at the same moment, and after a brief face off, they engage in history's briefest sword fight. Dalilah's light tube shatters against Harper's board, sending dust and glass fragments flying. Some of the shrapnel makes its way into Harper's eyes, leaving her temporarily blind.
She claws at her eyes, calling for water to flush them out. But before Referee Jessika Smalls can comply Dalilah snatches a beer from someone in the front row and tosses it right in her face. Mason screams as the alcohol adds to the painful irritation. Seemingly excited by her plight, The Creature shoves her fingers down the blind girl's throat and takes her to the floor with a mandible claw choke slam. With Harper on her back, The Last Temptation refuses to release the mandible claw, and it takes both Jessika Smalls and Senior Referee Niklaus Forbes to finally pry her off so that Harper can breath.
Infuriated by their intervention Dalilah shoves Jessika Smalls to the floor before throwing a rampaging tantrum, trashing the ringside area. The medical staff are forced to avoid flying objects as they do their best to wash out Harper Mason's eyes. Senior Official Forbes checks with the Ringside Doctor to see if the match can continue. But in a moment of pure courage Harper, her sight now mostly restored, rises to her feet demanding that the contest continue.
Mason: Harper Mason is on a mission here, John!
Livingston: A dangerous mission at that!
Picking up the 2x4 she stumbles in Dalilah's direction. Ashe is so busy arguing with a fan in the front row that she doesn't see the attack coming until she feels it. Harper hits Dalilah so hard that it cracks the solid wood weapon with one blow. Tossing the broken board aside she lays into The Beautiful Tragedy with a flurry of Taekwondo inspired kicks. And she ends the assault with a short-arm clothesline that sends her opponent crashing over the guardrail and out into the crowd.
Yelling for the fans to make room Harper climbs up onto the barrier. Taking a moment to steady herself, she leaps at her off balance opponent, hitting her with a hurricanrana. Dalilah again stumbles away, trying to find space to recover. But Harper is up and after her quickly as she flees further into the stands. Out of desperation Dalilah shields herself with a young fan, before taking the cane from an elderly man and cracking it against the side of Harper's head.
Harper loses her balance and Dalilah uses the distraction to deliver a Cactus Special piledriver onto the concrete steps.
Mason: Cactus Driver 97! That's the move she affectionately calls Some Kinda Hate.
Livingston: I think Harper definitely hates that move after the way her head bounced off the concrete.
Dalilah presses her advantage over a dazed Mason. Throwing her body back down the stairs she shoves the fans aside as she climbs out onto the elevated railing a section above the main floor. As Harper starts to rise Dalilah drops from above with a double axe-handle to the top of her skull. Grabbing her by the hair Dalilah drags her over to one of the entrance tunnels, where a table has been set up for the employees use. Swiping their belongings aside Dalilah positions Harper on the table, delivering a hard shot with a garbage can, before making the climb up to the seats above the entrance.
Climbing over the railing, she turns her back on the drop, crossing her arms over her chest in preparation to deliver the Descending Angel. With a scream like a banshee she leaps and goes crashing, back first, through the table. But to her absolute agony, Harper Mason isn't there to cushion her fall. Because at the last second Cassie Wolfe, Harper's tag team partner, came through the entry to pull her partner to safety.
Knocked for a loop Dalilah writhes in pain. But with Cassie's help the members of Young Justice manage to drag her dead weight back to the ring.
Once back between the ropes Harper hits Dalilah with a Crowd Killer, which she follows up with a Fragile Wings Phoenix Splash. She calls for Cassie to help her set up six steel chairs in a square in the middle of the ring. Going under the apron, she returns with a pane of glass, which she lays flat on top of her chair square, creating a kind of a table. Still not satisfied she goes out to retrieve Ian, placing the bat on top of the glass surface, like the cherry on top of a very deadly sundae.
Dragging Dalilah to the center of the ring, she sets her up for the Encore Set. But as Harper goes for the fireman's carry, The Creature reanimates like the living dead. She flips forward into a stunner, hitting the Ashes to Ashes, which she follows up with a double-underhook DDT: Dust to Dust. Both competitors are left bleeding in a pile of shattered glass and bent metal.
On the outside Cassie is stunned, not believing what she has just witnessed. But everyone is shocked when Dalilah begins to rise up out of the middle of the carnage.
Looking down at Harper her body shakes with what might be laughter. Reaching up, Dalilah slowly removes her mask to reveal a face that has not been entirely protected by the hard tactical plastic. She spits blood at Cassie, who is too afraid to move. Leaning over she picks Harper up out of the debris field and slowly kisses her with blood stained lips, before sliding her mask back on and giving her a Last Caress. She slithers through broken glass to make the final fall.
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DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall ... The Creature: Dalilah Ashe!!!Mason: What a match, and Dalilah Ashe picks up the win!
Livingston: Harper looks out of it here, but Ashe isn't done yet!
Dalilah laughs in triumph. After the third count has fallen, she lays on top of Harper, pouring poison words into her ear. Cassie comes in to save her partner from unnecessary humiliation, but Dalilah grabs Ian and rolls away before Cassie can reach her. Cassie consoles Harper as the medics come to check on her. Dalilah mockingly salutes the crowd and makes her way up the ramp, where she is joined by El Sadistico Sinestro Sinister, who is very pleased by the outcome of her match.
Mason: Big win for Dalilah here, and you gotta wonder where she fits into the EWC Hardcore title picture now!
Livingston: That's a great question Eric, but I have one of my own...what is going on inside the office of Jordan Sharpe!?
We're about to find out as we cut to...
Inside his office, we find PRIME General Manager Jordan Sharpe standing by...but he's not alone, as Timothy Kahrs stands right next to him, and he's the one who speaks up first!
Kahrs: Hello, PRIME fans! I'm Timothy Kahrs, known by most of you as the Assistant General Manager of BRAWL...but as of tonight, I have been appointed by the Board of Directors as their Liaison!
This gets the Seoul crowd buzzing, though it's unclear whether it's in support or pure surprise as Timothy presses on.
Kahrs: As their Liaison, the Board has tasked me with aiding all of the General Managers as the need arises...and after World Wide VI, it's become clear that such assistance is needed here on PRIME.
Sharpe reluctantly nods in agreement as he opens his mouth to speak...only for Timothy to cut him off as he continues.
Kahrs: We saw Jack Severn manage to outlast five opponents in the Elimination Chamber to retain the Indy Championship, and that naturally raises an important question...who gets the next shot at the top of the food chain on the indy circuit?
This gets the crowd murmuring again, wondering the very same.
Kahrs: And after much deliberation with your PRIME General Manager on the matter, the Board has reached an agreement to look to the rankings...and your number one contender is the woman who nearly beat Severn inside that Chamber, the woman who beat Narumi Tsutsumi earlier in the season to establish that position...Candy!
The crowd pops for the former EWC Undisputed Champion, confirmed to be earning her shot. Sharpe opens his mouth to speak but is once again cut off by the Liaison as Kahrs presses on.
Kahrs: And with that bit of news, it's important to reveal WHEN that title match is happening...and PRIME has a very exciting event coming up as we take to the high seas, boarding the luxury cruise liner Icon of the Seas for, well, PRIME At Sea! The Board was so happy with the announcement of this show by our esteemed PRIME General Manager that it only seemed fitting the title would be on the line in the main event!
This gets a big pop from the crowd, drawing a smile on Tim's face before he continues.
Kahrs: More details on the EWC's first excursion across the ocean will be made available shortly, thank you for watching PRIME and enjoy the rest of the show!
The crowd shows their appreciation for the announcement as Kahrs shakes hands with Sharpe before leaving the office, and we cut back to ringside for our PRIME main event!
Mason: What an announcement for PRIME At Sea, as we head into our main event for tonight between Divewire and Terry Kilgore!
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 beautiful San Fernando in California and weighing in at an even 200 pounds... TERRY KILGORE!
Terry Kilgore comes out and bows down on the ramp before walking to the ring. He walks with a determined look as he sets his eyes on the ring only. Terry Kilgore goes to the ring and doing a bit of warming up for a few seconds before the ring bells.
DING DING DING
Kilgore charges at Divewire but he ducks and he smacks Kilgore from behind with a forearm to the neck and shoulders. Divewire smacks Kilgore with another forearm to the shoulders and whips Kilgore off the ropes. Kilgore ducks a discus clothesline and jabs the point of his elbow into Divewire’s head. Kilgore throws himself at Divewire hitting a rolling wheel kick. He makes a cover.
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TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire pushes himself free to break the count. Kilgore pulls Divewire to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Divewire leans forward and handsprings off the ropes and back into a cutter. He makes a cover.
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TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kilgore lifts an arm high off the canvas to break the count.
Mason: Both starting well here!
Livingston: You and I both know, in this game it’s not how you start, it’s how you finish!
Divewire lifts Kilgore to his feet and leaps cracking Kilgore with a Pele kick that knocks him back against the ropes. Divewire runs at him cracking him in the jaw with a spinning back elbow that spins Kilgore. Divewire grabs him and lifts Kilgore onto the top turnbuckle. Divewire climbs to join him and leaps into a poisonrana that takes Kilgore crashing to the mat. Divewire covers.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kilgore just manages to roll a shoulder from the mat to break the count. Kilgore slowly gets to his feet as Divewire springs off the middle rope smacking Kilgore with The Sound Barrier. Kilgore drops to the mat where Divewire makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kilgore rolls to his side breaking the count.
Mason: How did he kick out of that!?
Livingston: By rolling onto his side! Look at your screen man!
Divewire lifts Kilgore to his feet but he armdrags Divewire to the mat. Divewire gets to his feet but Kilgore cracks him with a roundhouse kick that spins him around allowing Kilgore to heave him over with a German Suplex. As he gets to his feet, Kilgore charges at him booting him in the ribs with a soccer kick. He makes a cover.
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TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire lifts his arm from the mat breaking the count. Kilgore punches at the mat before dragging Divewire to his feet and hitting him with RP1. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire rolls to the side breaking the count.
Mason: I thought that was it! How did he kick out of that one!
Livingston: I think the only one in this arena who didn’t think this match was all over after that is Divewire! Everyone else, including myself, were ready to hear a bell ringing!
Kilgore gets to his feet and runs at the ropes. He springs back hitting Divewire with a Springboard Stunner. Kilgore heaves Divewire onto his back and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Divewire just manages to push a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Kilgore run off the ropes looking for… something but he runs into a discus clothesline from Divewire. With Kilgore down, Divewire drags himself to the corner and pulls himself to the top rope and throws himself at Kilgore hitting Landfall. He grabs at a leg as he makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Kilgore manages to roll to his front breaking the count.
Mason: I don’t know if that was a kick out or if Divewire hooked the leg and pulled too hard that he pulled Terry Kilgore onto his front!
Livingston: All it tells me is the match is still in progress and both can still win this one.
Both use the ropes to drag themselves to their feet. Kilgore fires a Superkick at Divewire that he manages to counter by catching hold of Kilgore’s foot. Kilgore jumps trying for an Enziguri. Divewire ducks and Kilgore thumps down to the mat. Divewire rolls to the ring apron. Kilgore stumbles to his feet as Divewire leaps into the ring hitting Over It. He makes a cover as the referee counts.
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TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... DIVEWIRE!!!Mason: What an excellent match to close our show tonight! Terry Killgore tried with the Superkick. He tried for the Enziguri. However it was Divewire that was able to hit his big finisher and that let him pick up the victory here on Prime!
Livingston: You and I both know the Superkick would have finished it here and given Terry Kilgore the win tonight. He’ll be sitting stewing over that for the next few weeks but he’ll soon be back and picking up victories!
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: The crowd is showing their appreciation for Divewire after that win tonight!
Livingston: With PRIME At Sea on the horizon, you gotta wonder what's in store for him as he tries to get back into the title picture!
Mason: Agreed, and what a night it's been! Thanks to our new Liaison to the Board of Directors we now know that the Indy Championship will be on the line when we head to the Icon of the Seas, making Jack Severn a targeted man just weeks after he steps into the Insanity Cage alongside the other singles champions of the EWC at NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS XXI! For John Livingstone, I'm Eric Mason saying so long and see you on the high seas!
As he finishes up his celebration, we see Divewire helping Terry Kilgore back to his feet. Their "grudge" now settled, the pair shake hands and raise their arms to a big pop from the crowd as PRIME comes to a close.
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SEGMENT WRITERS
Callie Clark / JoJo Rush
Narumi Tsutsumi
Raymond Wagner Jr. / Rotten Mark Keaton
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RECAP OF WINNERS
2 VS 1 HANDICAP CONTEST
Aeon Khronos Vs The House (Bruce Booth & Jack Severn)
WINNERS: The House (Bruce Booth & Jack Severn)
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SINGLES CONTEST
Nomad Ryder Vs Raymond Wagner Jr.
WINNER: Raymond Wagner Jr.
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SINGLES CONTEST
Narumi Tsutsumi Vs Phoenix Winterborn
WINNER: Narumi Tsutsumi
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SINGLES CONTEST
Candy Vs Rotten Mark Keaton
WINNER: Candy
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HARDCORE CONTEST
Dalilah Ashe Vs Harper Mason (N/S)
WINNER: Dalilah Ashe
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SINGLES CONTEST / "GRUDGE MATCH"
Divewire Vs Terry Kilgore (N/S)
WINNER: Divewire
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MOTN WINNER
Narumi Tsutsumi Vs Phoenix Winterborn
MVP WINNER
Narumi Tsutsumi
BOUNTY WINNER
Raymond Wagner Jr.
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