Post by PRIME on Jul 21, 2024 19:46:53 GMT -6
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The Extreme Wrestling Corporation presents
PRIME
EPISODE #124
JULY 21ST 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
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LIVE! from the Monumental Plaza de Toros México in Mexico City, Mexico
PRIME
EPISODE #124
JULY 21ST 2024
Presented By Monster Energy, Tide & Wendy's
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LIVE! from the Monumental Plaza de Toros México in Mexico City, Mexico
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
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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.
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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, Felix Lestrange, The Heat Packers, Aeon Khronos, NEVAEH, Callie Clark, Raymond Wagner Jr, Narumi Tsutsumi, and the Indy Champion Candy 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 A CANDY PARTY TONIGHT!
MY TV IS BLACK AND WHITE SO I LOVE RAYMOND!
NARUMI GONNA GET DAT BRIEFCASE TONIGHT
JACK SEVERN IS WET. SO AM I.
ROTTEN MARK KEATON SMELLS LIKE ROTTEN CHEESE
DIVEWIRE CAN I BORROW YOUR DRONE?
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The camera centers on ringside at the Monumental Plaza, 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 ..
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Mason: Ladies and gentlemen we welcome you to EWC PRIME! We are LIVE in Mexico tonight and I couldn't be more excited to be sitting next to my broadcast colleague John Livingston amongst this raucous crowd, John!
Livingston: WE'RE BACK BABY! GOD I MISSED THIS! IT'S SO GOOD TO BE BACK!
Mason: It's ... it's been two weeks, John I'm not sure if I follow you but I love the enthusiasm. We've got a big night tonight lined up for you here on PRIME andthat starts with Rebel Rhodes coming over here to PRIME for the first time ever as she takes on Harper Mason in our opening contest!
Livingston: You know what I mean, Eric. But yes, interesting to see Rhodes on our show tonight and we're gonna follow that up with another great match-up as Dalilah Ashe is gonna go one-on-one with Phoenix Winterborn and honestly I cannot wait for that. Winterborn's got something to prove here tonight and Dalilah is one of our top superstars too. And after that we're gonna hit ya like a ton of Bricks - Millwall's Bricks that is, as they take on Screamin' Demons in tag-team action. See what I did there, buddy boy?
Mason: Oh yes very impressive wordplay on that one, John. If that wasn't enough, we've got Hugo Goodman finally making his PRIME debut here tonight and he'll be going at it in singles competition with the always volatile Callum MacBeth. The description for that match should read 'destructive' ... we'll follow that up with our BRAND NEW Indy Champion CANDY! She'll be taking on Raymond Wagner Jr in a great test for Wagner to see how he stacks up here on the pink and blue brand.
Livingston: But our main event is gonna be wild, it's gonna be Bruce Booth defending that PrimeTime Briefcase against both Divewire and Narumi Tsutsumi in a triple threat! That's one hell of a main event!
Mason: I am hearing there is some kind of commotion in the back? We'll get some cameras back there and show you all right after this word from EWC TV!
Livingston: God it's good to be back!
John gives Eric a huge pat on the back as we fade to the EWCTV commercial
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We head backstage where we hearing yelling from inside a door. We can't make out what's being said, but the door flies open anyways as we see the back of a woman's head.
Woman: AND THIS OFFICE BETTER BE SET UP AND SPARKLING WHEN I GET BACK! YOU HEAR ME OR SO HELP ME GOD THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!
We follow the woman through the backstage area as she lets out a huff, barking at various backstage employees as the show gets ready.
Woman: You! Get out of the way! Hey, over there! That poster is sideways! Don't you want everything to be perfect around here? Don't you know tonight is special?! GET TO WORK PEOPLE, CHOP CHOP!
The camera keeps following her as she makes her way out to the parking lot where a large black SUV stands idling with an equally large Black man standing at the drivers side door.
Woman: WELL? DID YOU MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS GOOD, GIDEON?
Gideon Gage takes off his sunglasses and looks at her with his head shaking.
Gideon: This is some fuckin' BULLSHIT! Why the FUCK do I have to stand here lookin' like some god damn butler with my dick in my hand huh? TELL ME, KENZIE?
The camera finally pans around to see Kenzie Ford with a disgusted look on her face and her hands on her hips.
Kenzie: First of all, you are the one who demanded to drive. If I remember the quote, you said we were all a bunch of 'Fuck faced numbskulls who couldn't drive a wheelbarrow,' correct? I have no idea how you're on anyone's payroll.
Gideon: Well I have no idea how the fuck YOU are on anyone's payroll you useless NextGen reject BITCH!
Kenzie steps up to Gideon's face as he straightens out, almost out of ... fear?
Kenzie: At least I won a championship you pathetic piece of SHIT!
He snarls, but Kenzie smiles at him.
Kenzie: Now let's get this show on the road.
Gideon, shaking his head, opens the back door of the SUV. A pair of black Puma sneakers hits the concrete as the camera pans up to see Saidie Sharpe as the crowd pops LOUD. Next, we see a pair of heels as Carley California follows her out to an even bigger roar. Finally, in his nicest suit, Jordan Freaking Sharpe emerges from the back of the car with a smile as the crowd pops hard for him and he looks around at his group.
JFS: Looks like we've got the whole cabinet here. Let's get down to business.
Gideon closes the door of the SUV, and the entire group heads backstage.....
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We return to ringside where our opening contest is about to get underway!
Mason: Well it looks like our boss means business here tonight, and so do the competitors in our first match of the evening! It's Harper Mason and Melinda Rhodes!
Stone: The following match is set for one fall. Joining us first, residing in Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 125 pounds... HARPER MASON!
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, she slaps hands with the fans on the way to the ring before entering.
Stone: And the opponent, from Rome, Georgia and weighing in at 140 pounds, she is The Original Rebel... MELINDA RHODES!
"Back from the Dead" hit's the PA and out comes the Rebel in full ring gear, twirling her bright red aluminum baseball bat in hand. She points it at the ring, then heads straight for battle....
DING DING DING
Rhodes lashes out with a roundhouse kick but Harper ducks and takes Rhodes to the mat with a hurricanrana. Rhodes gets to her feet but Harper catches her and takes Rhodes over with a Suplex. Again Rhodes tries to get to her feet. Again she is caught by Harper. She lifts Rhodes driving her down with a powerbomb that Harper leans, almost bending Rhodes in half, into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Rhodes manages to push herself free to break the count and lands on her front. Harper waits for Rhodes to get to her feet and runs for a lariat. Rhodes manages to counter with a roundhouse kick that catches Harper on the temple. Harper staggers. As she turns back to face her opponent, Rhodes springs off the middle ropes hitting an Asai moonsault. Harper slowly gets to her feet as Rhodes runs at her, leaps over Harper and rolls her up in a sunset flip that she rolls into the…
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Harper kicks her ankles against the sides of Rhodes’ head to break the count.
Mason: Strong kick out and it needed to be!
Livingston: We're just getting started Eric!
Both slowly get to their feet. Harper knocks Rhodes down with a clothesline before lifting Rhodes up for a suplex. Rhodes manages to twist in mid air bringing Harper crashing down with Shot Through The Heart. She rolls Harper over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Harper manages to roll to her side breaking the count. Rhodes gets to her feet but Harper rolls to the apron. She pulls herself to her feet before rolling into the ring and crashing into Rhodes with a Masonline Special. She hooks the leg as she makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Rhodes just manages to lift a shoulder off the mat enough to break the count.
Mason: If that shoulder of Rebel’s was a half inch lower, that bell would have rung!
Livingston: Ahhh both of these women are giving it their all on this one, I'll tell ya that.
Harper pulls Rhodes to her feet. Harper spins Rhodes for a Crowd Killer. Rhodes manages to duck before Harper can connect and she shoves Harper away. Harper turns into a clothesline that drops her to the mat. Rhodes slips to the ropes and springs of the top rope into a Rebel Star Press that brings her crashing down onto Harper where she makes a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... MELINDA RHODES!!!Mason: Rhodes may soon be paved with gold as a result of this win here tonight!
Livingston: She came over here from Brawl and promptly took out one of our people. I'm not happy about it, Eric, but I can at least admit it was a pretty good show.
Rhodes runs up to the far turnbuckle, throwing a three fingered salute while headbanging to her music
Mason: Will we see Rhodes here on PRIME again? She looked to fit right in to the indy scene.
Livingston: Maybe, maybe not. Harper's time is gonna come one day, she's just gotta get the right opportunity. Good effort.
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In the backstage area, Raymond Wagner Jr. is walking down a long, poorly lit hallway filled with large equipment boxes and various supplies. He's walking towards the camera with a nicely pressed, white button up shirt, patterned slacks and a brown fedora straight out of the 50's. He's playing calm and collected but his eyes are giving away something else, was it worry?
He walks around a large storage container that's nearly the height of the ceiling and starts to stretch his shoulders. He stops stretching when he notices a black, rotary telephone on a little round table to his immediate right. It's unplugged but so oddly out of place. He looks around, he’s completely alone in this area, no busy sounds of production staff or assistants making any noise, the small electrical buzz of a loose wire inside an exit light is all that's filling the air with sound. He shakes his head, adjusts his fedora and keeps walking towards the camera, loosening up his shoulders.
Sure enough….
RIIiiiiing! RIIIING!
Raymond slightly jumps from the ring. He turns slowly to see the black phone continue to ring on the table, unplugged. He looks around again, expecting somebody to come retrieve it. But a slight head shake propels him towards the phone, he knows it can only be for him.
Raymond: Hello?
The voice is slightly muffled on the other end, but regongnition comes across quickly on Raymond’s face.
RMK: Raymond Wagner Jr. How have you been sleeping lately? Have you forgotten about my little visit to you from last time, where I played a lovely little song for you?
Raymond opens his mouth, but doesnt answer, annoyance flashes across his face.
A violin set starts and RMK begins singing
RMK: A warm summer day, you walk and maybe you pray, the spiders won't get you. You shuffle and jog, through the rolling fog and maybe hop over a log, praying the spiders won't follow you. In the cemetery, you feel wary and run faster, praying the spiders won't find you. The wall is too high, they rain from the sky, the spiders have FOUND YOU!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
Raymond flinches back from the phone as thousands of daddy long leg spiders crawl out of the receiver of the phone. He throws the phone down, rips his fedora off and starts batting the spiders that crawl all over his white shirt.
His face is contorted in disgust as he continues to bat the spiders off of his shirt. Just over his shoulder, a light flickers and the tall storage container he walked around earlier, moves slowly to one side, revealing the giant Morden Crypt.
Raymond curses under his breath as he finds more spiders on his pants to swipe off as the giant, masked form moves closer and closer behind him.
Suddenly, plaster and dust fly rapidly to Morden's immediate left as ZERO EXPLODES through the wall and like a charging bull, slams into the giants ribs! Both monsters crash into the opposite wall and their weight and momentum is too much, that wall implodes sending them crashing into a locker room!
Raymond is startled by that sound as security rush by him, both monsters are inside the locker room, landing lefts and rights to each other as dozens of security staff are jumping on their backs, trying to seperate the beasts from destroying the entire backstage locker room.
Raymond raises his eyebrows at the chaos, he seems satisfied that everything is fine and lifts his fedora, he places it on his head…
..thousands of spiders fall on him again, pouring out from the hat!
RMK's distant echo of laughter can be heard as the screen fades to black and we go to ...
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We return to ringside where it's time for another banger of a singles contest!
Mason: I'm not sure what the hell is going on back there with RMK but nevertheless we've got a great match on the docket coming up!
Stone: The following match is set for one fall! Joining us first, from the Windy City of Chicago,Illinois and weighing in at 229 pounds... PHOENIX WINTERORN!
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 opponent, introducing 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?
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 blue and purple 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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Cocking her head at an awkward angle, and holding her arms stiffly at her sides, she begins a long zombie walk to the ring. Every now and again her head jerks in the direction of someone in the crowd, so she can leer at them freakishly from behind the vacant eyes of the twisted mask.
Followed closely by her handler Sinestro Sinister, she continues her living dead walk to the ring. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron she looms over the audience, like some terrible representation of sex and death. She stares down at the crowd, her hideous mask filling many with terror and disgust.
Sliding between the ropes, she crawls into the corner, staring blindly through her opponent, her eyes showing contempt from behind the hard plastic shell that doesn't fully obscure her cruel intentions.
Followed closely by her handler Sinestro Sinister, she continues her living dead walk to the ring. Climbing stiffly up onto the apron she looms over the audience, like some terrible representation of sex and death. She stares down at the crowd, her hideous mask filling many with terror and disgust.
Sliding between the ropes, she crawls into the corner, 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
Ashe smacks Phoenix with a forearm to the jaw and whips him off the ropes. Phoenix rebounds smacking Ashe with a lariat. Ashe gets to her feet but Phoenix runs at her hitting a running dropkick that sends her flying back to the corner. Ashe staggers out and lashes with a clothesline that Phoenix ducks. He lifts her for a side suplex but rests Ashe on the top rope. Phoenix quickly moves his hands and wrenches Ashe back with a German suplex that Phoenix bridges into a pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe rolls to her front breaking the count. Phoenix grabs Ashe as she gets to her feet and positions her for a fisherman suplex. Ashe punches Phoenix in the ribs which lifts him into a suplex. Phoenix rolls to his knees but Ashe runs cracking him with a V-trigger knee. Phoenix uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. However that leaves him open for Ashe to hit an axe kick. She rolls him into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix lifts a shoulder from the mat breaking the count.
Mason: Almost a three there!
Livingston: Dalilah is just playing with him... Actually he's kind of lucky in that way....
Ashe lifts Phoenix to his feet and drives him down to the mat with a Dust To Dust. She rolls him over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Phoenix lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Ashe grabs at both of Phoenix’s arms and smacks him in the face with a V-trigger knee. Ashe climbs to the top turnbuckle and throws herself at Phoenix with a Descending Angel. At he last second, Phoenix rolls to the side and Ashe smacks down on the mat below. Ashe clutches at her back as she drags herself to her feet. Phoenix runs at her spinning Ashe with a Firestorm. He rolls Ashe to her back and hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Ashe rolls to her side breaking the count.
Mason: Dalilah Ashe keeps herself alive in this match but did she use up the last of her energy with that kick out?!
Livingston: I know that's what Winterborn is HOPING but I'm not sure if that's the case big guy. Still, I'll give him credit this is one close match.
Phoenix grabs Ashe and drags her to the corner. He pulls himself to the top turnbuckle and leaps for a Flight Of The Phoenix. This time it’s Ashe that rolls to avoid. Phoenix slowly gets to his feet but he doesn’t see Ashe behind him. She jumps hitting a Brutus Blade. She grabs a leg and makes a cover. The referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... DALILAH ASHE!!!
Mason: One person’s bad luck is another’s good luck. Phoenix Winterborn’s bad luck and big miss leads to Dalilah Ashe hitting the Brutus Blade and picking up the win here on Prime!
Livingston: I knew it. Ol' Winterborn has been good here on PRIME, but is he Dalilah Ashe level good? No way. I hope she calls me.
Mason: She's never gonna call you, John.
Mason: She's never gonna call you, John.
Ashe sits cross legged in the corner watching Phoenix laying on the mat. She rolls from the ring and follows Sinestro Sinister upthe ramp while performing her living dead girl walk.
Mason: Winterborn gave it his all tonight but it's Dalilah who reaps the spoils as she prepares for her Hardcore Championship match at Hardcore Revolution.
Livingston: I'd put money on her to win that bad boy, Eric! Way more money than I would on goody two shoes Narumi!
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We enter the locker room of Millwall's Bricks to the sounds of shin hitting pad. Marina Millwall, preparing for her matchup against Screamin Demons, practices leg kicks against a pad held by her stepfather, Bill Millwall. The man formerly known as The Terrier coaches Marina on her form with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Nearby, sitting cross-legged on a bench, is the other member of the tag duo, Atlas. He meditates on something with his eyes closed, most likely centering himself before he wrestles for the first time in two months. He continues to meditate, even as another devilish entity makes its presence known in the locker room.
This devilish presence is Moises Ferro, sporting his signature white tuxedo with the top three buttons undone, his rosary hanging from his neck and his favorite cigar between his fingers. He puffs on said cigar as a shadow flanks him. The shadow's form becomes ZERO, adorned in his trademark coveralls and mask and sporting a bad attitude about his latest loss at Prime 123.
Marina: "See, pops, I told you we should've hired an exorcist. We already have two demons to deal with, and now an even creepier third one shows up."
Moises chuckles at the diss.
Moises: "Good evening to you as well, young lady. Mr. Millwall, good evening to you as well. I never got to officially thank you for lending me your gym for a short time."
Bill takes a puff of his cigarette as he drops his pads. Marina begins removing her own training pads, seemingly angry that her training is being cut short.
Bill: "Yeah, life's just been fuckin' peachy. You still owe me for that fucking door I had to replace because of your 'client'."
Moises: "Oh, don't you worry about that. I'm nothing if not a man that pays his debts in full."
Bill: "Yeah, whatever. What's your business here, Moises? Your boy isn't booked for the show."
Moises: "I was just showing my client around my home. I was born in this country, and before I ever became a manager I watched matches all across this beautiful land. To be more direct, however, I've been thinking about a business proposition, one that I think you'd be interested in."
As Moises speaks, ZERO walks closer to Atlas, who continues his meditation. The Void Personified plants his feet and stares deeply at The Titan. In turn, Marina stares daggers at ZERO, ready to let loose a knee at his massive jaw.
Bill: "Maybe pay for my door and I'll give you the time of day. Right now, my kids have a match coming up and we're on limited time."
Moises: "Well, Bill, the deal I have for you could pay for hundreds of measly little gym doors. That, sir, I can promise.
Bill: "That sounds like a lot of money, Mr. Ferro. You have a minute to give me your proposal and get the fuck out of my locker room."
Moises: "I'll be brief, and I'll be blunt. Have you thought of retirement lately?"
Bill: "What do you mean? I've been retired from in-ring competition for two decades now.
Moises: "I don't speak of competing, Mr. Millwall. I speak of labor altogether. What's your plan for once all of this wraps up?
Bill: "I don't think of retirement at all, Moises. The day I stop providing for my family is the day I die."
Moises: "Do you think of death often? Do you have a will?"
Marina begins darting her eyes back and forth, switching from watching for sudden moves from ZERO, to heavily considering sending her knuckles into Moises' eye sockets.
Bill: "What kind of fucking question is that?"
Moises: "Have you not heard what Screamin Demons said? One member of the family is marked to have their soul taken. Now, your children are very capable of surviving such an encounter; ZERO's matches with these two have shown that they aren't invulnerable, but I don't think you can say the same for yourself. What happens if Atlas and Marina are left without both a father and a manager if you meet your violent end here?"
Marina: "I'll show you a fuckin' violent end, ya slimy bastard!"
Marina is held back by her father, but if looks could kill, Moises would look like a certain scene from a horror movie called Scanners.
Moises: "There she is! There's that fire that reminds me so much of my younger self. Dear Marina, I think you'd be a wonderful addition to my clientele. Which brings me to my offer to you, Bill: I want to buy you out. I'm willing to pay double the current price of both of your dear children's contracts. That's plenty of money to retire with your dear wife in some nice English cottage, no?"
Bill: "Get bent, Moises."
Moises: "Now, Billy, be sensible! I'm giving you a really good offer here! Imagine the heights your children can achieve if you simply let them leave your grasp! What, scared they'll forget about you if you're not coddling them 24/7?"
Marina: "He told you to get fucked, creep!"
Moises: "You're so quick to look this gift horse in the mouth. Bill Millwall can finally rest after years of putting his body on the line, as well as avoid his untimely death in a bullring, and you two can finally unshackle yourself from his prison of mediocrity."
Bill: "Now listen here, you fuckin-"
Atlas: "If your percentage is anything above 10%, we're not interested."
The rest of the room looks at Atlas, who still appears to be meditating with his eyes shut.
Atlas: "How much money do you get, ZERO?"
Moises: "The Walking Myth has no need for currency. He refuses to limit himself to such materialism."
Atlas: "I asked ZERO that question, but thanks. That being said, it sounds like you take more than ten, then. That money's gotta go somewhere, and I bet it goes right into your pockets. Because ZERO has no want for money, you've got a free money printing machine to fuel your need for cars, cigars, and alcohol. Am I wrong, Moises?"
Moises shrugs to Atlas' adoptive father and sister, as if to say "he's right", before taking a puff of his cigar.
Atlas: "Yeah, thought so. I think your minute's up, bub. Better luck next time."
Atlas finally opens his eyes, wryly smiling at Moises and winking.
Atlas: "You can leave and take your client with you, please."
Moises: "I think you're all missing the major point here. Your father's life is at risk to be stolen by real life demons from hell, and you're prepared to let that happen? You're gonna allow this frail old man waltz towards his doom? Are you mad?"
Bill Millwall crushes his cigarette on the concrete floor and postures up to Moises Ferro. Moises seems to loom over him, but The Terrier stands unflinchingly.
Bill: "I've been damn near dead about five times in my life. Hell, there may be plenty more I've forgotten about. I've been stabbed, I've been set on fire, I've been thrown from cages, I've been stabbed again, and I've broken more bones than I can name. If tonight is the night I perish at the hands of some horror movie wannabes, then I'll have lived a full life, and I'll meet my maker with open arms and immeasurable pride in these two. You can't buy that, Moises. Someday, when the money's dried up, you'll finally understand that. Now, do as my son said and exit my locker room. We've got a match coming up.
There's a moment of silence, neither man seeming to move. Moises takes a puff of his cigar, allowing the smoke to leave his system before he speaks again.
Moises: "Yes, that's just like you, Bill. You're so quick to attach yourself to your children's accomplishments. Your own weren't enough to satisfy you, so you steal theirs so that you can place it on your own mantle. What an absolute shame."
Moises goes to leave the room, but briefly hesitates to reach into his jacket pocket. He pulls out a significant wad of cash, then tosses it at Bill Millwall. Bill looks at the money in astonishment.
Moises: "There, for the door. I suggest you use it to pay for your funeral. I heard they can put sound systems in coffins now.
Moises gives a devilish evil cackle that echoes through the hallway outside. Marina growls in anger, imagining the amount of ways she'd ruin that man's life. Their attention turns to ZERO, who still lingers in the locker room, continuing to gaze into Atlas. Atlas, not one to forgo addressing the elephant in the room, speaks first.
Atlas: "Can I help you, sir?"
ZERO: "Atlas?"
Atlas is taken aback by the softness in ZERO's tone. He expected "The Void Personified" to be more monstrous, but the way ZERO spoke seem almost ... familiar? Timid? To confuse him further, ZERO switches his tone once more.
ZERO: "Mark Keaton has a weak back. If you have the opportunity to break his back again, take it."
ZERO seems to shake as he says this, like he's holding something in. Moises' voice can be heard from down the hall, calling for his client. At this, ZERO storms out of the locker room, kicking the door from its hinges. The Millwall family is left confused. Bill looks at his children; he doesn't want to admit it, but he's having second thoughts about rejecting Moises' offer without proper consideration. He's relieved to hear his daughter be her normal self.
Marina: "Fuckin' weird couple, aren't they? Whatever, I wanna go fight. See you out there!
Marina skips out of the locker room. Atlas and Bill start making their way out of the locker room, sharing this quick exchange.
Bill: "You okay, son?"
Atlas: "I'll be fine ... it's odd, but he reminds me of my brother a little bit."
We fade back to ...
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We return to ringside where the tag division is about to take the spotlight!
Mason: Welcome back everyone it's time for a huge tag-team match and I'm not talking about RMK's illegitimate son!
Stone: The following match, set for one fall, is a tag team contest. Joining us first, at a combined and even 400 pounds, Atlas Millwall and Marina Millwall... MILLWALL’S BRICKS!
The intro for "Children of the Grave" hits the speakers as the lights around the arena go dim. A quick *BANG* of pyro signals the arrival of Millwall's Bricks: Atlas on the left flexing, Marina on the right screaming in glee, and Bill wielding a roll of newspaper in the middle. The Bricks make their way towards the ring, with Atlas and Bill high-fiving the fans in the front row and Marina running around the ring like a madwoman. Everyone makes their way into the ring, with Atlas and Marina taking positions in the corners and Bill standing in the center. Each of them hits a pose as another quick burst of pyro blasts from ringside.
Stone: And the opponents, weighing in at a combined 555 pounds, Remarkable Mark Keaton and Morden Crypt... SCREAMIN’ DEMONS!
Hole by Royal Blood plays, a long stream of molten lava drips down on the stage as skulls dance on the Mactron. The Lava burns a hole on the stage and a black coffin rises out of it. The coffin floats in the air and the words RMK are scratched in glowing red on the cover. The coffin slams down hard creating a pyro explosion behind it! Rotten Mark Keaton walks out of the smashed coffin lid, he slowly makes his way to the ring. He slides in and stands in the middle of the ring, he raises both hands up high and this creates a big plume of fog to form behind him. Morden Crypt walks out of the fog and the monstrous giant stands just behind RMK.
DING DING DING
Keaton and Atlas open. They move for a collar and elbow but Keaton throws Atlas across the ring with a hip toss. Atlas gets to his feet and charges at Keaton who takes Atlas down with a sideslam and rams a knee into Atlas’ back as he gets to his feet. Keaton lifts him to his feet and takes him back to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. He hooks the leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Atlas lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Both get to their feet but Atlas grabs Keaton’s arms and cracks him with a series off headbutts before smacking Keaton with an uppercut. Atlas rams a knee into Keaton’s gut and heaves him over with a gutwrench suplex. He rolls to a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Keaton lifts a shoulder off the mat. Atlas argues with the referee as he tags in Marina. She runs at Keaton knocking him down with a clothesline. He rolls to his feet and stumbles to a corner of the ring as Marina runs hitting a corner splash. Keaton slumps in the corner but, fortunately for him, it is his own corner so Crypt reaches over the rope tagging himself in. Marina lashes out with a superkick. No effect. A second superkick gets the same result. A third is stopped by a big boot from Crypt that knocks Marina inside out and to the mat. Crypt makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Marina lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count. Crypt lifts Marina to her feet but she pushes him away and then hits a standing dropkick that staggers him. Marina runs hitting a spinning heel kick to the back of Crypt’s head. He stumbles beforeMarina rolls him in a school boy. Crypt rolls right through onto his knees but Marina jumps dropkicking him and knocking him down. Marina makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Crypt lifts a shoulder off the mat to break the count.
Mason: Getting the big man down, even for a two count, is not an easy task but she did just that!
Livingston: She's got talent, but has she got enough, Eric? Guess we'll see.
Marina tags in Atlas. Together they lift Crypt off the mat and drive him back down with a Field Goal. Atlas makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Keaton dives into the ring breaking the count. Atlas gets to his feet to confront Keaton. He lashes out with a right hand but Keaton is able to block. Crypt is back on his feet and he grabs Atlas’ other arm. Together they pull him into a Full Nelson From Hell. They wrench back on the hold stretching Atlas as much as they can. He yells in pain but he doesn’t look like giving in. Crypt and Keaton then drive Atlas to the mat with a double full nelson slam. Crypt makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Marina dives in from the top turnbuckle and crashes on everyone with a splash that breaks the count.
Mason: Different but it was effective!
Livingston: Jesus there's people all over this place. Can we get a friggin' cleanup?
All four brawl inside the ring. Crypt whips Atlas across the ring where Keaton knocks him down with a clothesline. Keaton lifts Atlas to his feet and up for a suplex. Crypt slips Keaton onto his shoulders and stands straight up. Before they can fall back with an Ultra Mega Suplex From Hell,, Marina pulls Crypt into a school boy. All come crashing down atop Crypt until Atlas is at the top of the pile. Marina leans her weight on Crypt’s legs as the referee counts.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winners, via pinfall... MILLWALL’S BRICKS!!!Mason: I'll tell you one thing, John! Marina Millwall shined very bright here tonight! She is going at it alone in the Collision of the Cruiserweights Tournament and she showed everyone that she's ready!
Livingston: Is she ready or is she lucky? Okay, it's impressive to knock off the big man like that okay I'll give it to you.
Atlas and Marina take positions in the corners and Bill standing in the center. Each of them hits a pose as another quick burst of pyro blasts from ringside.
Mason: Screamin' Demons are no slouch. They are an effective team but Millwall's Bricks showed tonight who the stronger bloodline is!
Livingston: Eric they're adopted that makes no damn sense ...
The three of them drop out of the ring and head up the ramp, as they're met with the music of PRIME's General Manager! ‘You Ain't Ready’ hits the speakers as the crowd roars!
Mason: The boss is here!
Livingston: Ohh great, here we go ....
Stone: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your EWC Prime General manager…. JORDAN! FREAKING! SHARPE!
Jordan hits the stage, looking extremely relieved and happy to hear from the EWC faithful as he is joined by Carley California, Saidie Sharpe, Kenzie Ford and Gideon Gage. The group make their way down to ringside, Gideon standing by the ring apron as Jordan holds the ropes open for the girls. They all make their way into the ring as Jordan is handed a microphone. He looks around and grins.
JFS: VIVA LA PRIME!
He looks all around the arena as the fans are cheering and rowdy as he chuckles.
JFS: May I introduce to you my Chief of Staff and my smokin’ hot woman, the one and only Carley California?
A big cheer as Carley waves.
JFS: My social media coordinator and the rightful EWC NextGen Champion as recognized by Prime, Kenzie Ford?
Kenzie nods her head very confidently, but doesn't get as many cheers as she puts her hands on her hips.
JFS: PRIME’s head of security, Gideon Gage?
Straight up boos as Gideon takes off his sunglasses and glares at the fans.
JFS: And finally, my favourite wrestler of all time…… Saidie Sharpe.
A big cheer for Saidie who hasn't been around much this year and she waves to the fans.
JFS: I'm sure you're all wondering where my Executive Assistant Phil Brooks has been, well apparently he's had to deal with some dude who looks like an uglier Rory Hyland so he's unable to be a part of PRIME anymore. That being said, I've looked into a few candidates and that position should be filled very soon.
Jordan clears his throat as he continues on, looking high up amongst the stadium.
JFS: Listen, I need to speak from the heart for a moment if I could. I have to say, the last few months, PRIME has suffered because of me. I have been dealing with some personal issues, my head hasn’t been in the right place. I was looking in the mirror and I wasn't recognizing the man that looked back at me. I wasn't acting like myself. I wasn't sounding like myself.
He takes a deep sigh before continuing.
JFS: I am truly sorry to each and every one in the back that was affected by my actions, and for each and every one of you that didn't get to experience the show you know and love. But I am here to tell the PRIME fans here tonight and all around the world that that changes NOW! I am reinvigorated and I am refocused on what my original job was, what we did in 2023, and that is not only make this the best brand in this company but make PRIME top to bottom the greatest show in all of professional wrestling!!
The crowd lets out a massive cheer as he smiles, pacing back and forth in the ring now.
JFS: THIS BRAND DESERVES IT! THE PRIME FANS DESERVE IT! We are going to change the world together and it starts IMMEDIATELY!
He looks straight into the hard camera now as his expression changes.
JFS: I am putting this next notice out to Brawl, Rampage and Paramount. Consider this your warning. We are coming. We are going to take everything you have. And from this point on, this is war. Those championships you claim, those are coming to PRIME where they belong until we have so many it will be undeniable in the fact that WE ARE the Flagship, the Pinnacle, and the Uncensored and there is nothing you can do to stop us. The board wants to send Timothy Kahrs to speak on my behalf? Nobody speaks for Jordan Freaking Sharpe. Just remember here tonight, that I warned everyone.
Jordan continues to stare down the camera, and you almost don't recognize the look in his eyes as they darken for just a brief moment before he snaps out of it as ‘I Want Candy’ blasts over the arena speakers.
JFS: Ahem. Ladies and gentlemen, may I give to you THE SWEET TREAT, THE SUGARY GIRL GRAPPLER, THE MARSHMALLOW MOM, THE QUEEN OF THE CANDY KINGDOM AND MOST IMPORTANTLY OUR NEWWWWW EWC INDY CHAMPION AND ICON OF PRIME….. CANDY!
Candy makes her way onto the stage, Indy Championship on her shoulder, as the others head out of the ring. Jordan stays to keep holding the ropes for Candy as she steps in and gives him a big hug before he takes his leave. As he’s headed to the back with the rest of his people, Candy grabs a microphone.
Candy: Boy, am I glad to have that guy back at 100%. Nobody runs a show quite like him!
When he looks back her way in appreciation, she adds.
Candy: Though I must admit, for a moment there I thought he was going to pull a 'me' and go sour on everyone. Glad we won’t be jumping off a cell again any time soon!
Candy chuckles with Jordan just shaking his head. As he turns to leave, Jordan shouts over his shoulder.
JFS: I almost forgot one thing!
There’s a gigantic explosion of coloured confetti at ringside, catching Candy momentarily off guard as Jordan disappears behind the curtain.
Candy: There better be Kit Kats somewhere backstage to go along with this!
There’s confetti all in her hair as she continues.
Candy: All kidding aside, if Jordan wants to rage war on the other brands, I’m all for it. Prime deserves more than just the Indy Championship. It deserves the Undisputed Championship. Luckily, I can help with that. Sooner or later, I’m going to get my shot. And when I do…
Her words trail off as a growing smile comes over her features.
Candy: But just because I’m setting my sights on Xavier doesn’t make that the Indy Championship is any less important to me.
Candy adjusts it on her shoulder.
Candy: I won this for a reason. To make Prime all it can be. The only way for me to do that is by keeping the Indy Championship for a long time to come. It doesn’t matter who is holding the PrimeTime briefcase at the end of the night. It doesn’t matter if Jordan puts new contenders in my path. I’ll be ready for any and all challenges that come my way!
Candy raises the Indy Championship above her head as she speaks into the microphone.
Candy: It’s time for the Icon of Prime to reign supreme!
As “I Want Candy” hits again, Candy tosses the mic aside and continues to show off her newly won Indy Championship to the cheering crowd.
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Backstage within the House locker room, we see Justin Case on the phone. Alastor Gray peers over him as he nods.
Justin: Alright, I'll let him know.
Justin hangs up and looks up at Alastor, shaking his head.
Alastor: Well? What did he say?
Justin: Took a few tries to even reach him, but... He says he's gonna be in Chicago in two weeks, and he's going to be delivering a State of The House Address.
Alastor rolls his eyes.
Alastor: Oh, so NOW he suddenly cares.
Justin: Well, there's one more thing. He... He wants ALL of The House to be there. So... If I were you, I'd get to telling Callie and Tori that their little vacation is up. And tell Bruce he better get Cosmo's ass back to work.
Alastor nods and motions for Justin to leave. Now alone in the House locker room, Alastor screams and throws a chair at the wall as we go to ...
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SINGLES CONTEST
Callum MacBeth
Vs Hugo Goodman
BACONATOR BOUNTY: CALLUM MACBETH
Match Writer: Jack Severn
We return backstage at Gorilla where Joe Danes and a camera crew stands by with Prime's own Hugo Goodman. Who is getting in some extra stretching.
Joe Danes: Hey guys, Joe here. I'm backstage with Prime's own eccentric detective, Hugo. How are you feeling before your match against a very intense Callum Mac--
Hugo sits back up and squeezes Joe tight with a side hug.
Hugo Goodman: Come on-- Baby! You think I'm feelin' any kind of stress right now? I'm on top of the world! I got my health, my beautiful family, and I'm only two weeks from retirement!
Joe appears taken back by the news.
Joe Danes: You're retiring? But you just got here?
Hugo Goodman: Nah don't be given me no crocodile tears boy. We're celebrating in style tonight! I got the whole Goodman Clan in the front row to watch my final match! Hopefully I win that Baconator bounty 'cause lemme tell you something baby, them front-row tickets don't come cheap. You don't even wanna know how much I paid for just 20 tickets.
Joe Danes: Excuse me-- just? Hugo how many kids do you
Hugo Goodman: That's right baby, all fourteen of my kids and all six of my grandkids! They're all here to see daddy Goodman win the big one: The Baconator Bounty. Callum doesn't scare me none at all. I met jive turkeys like him in Turkey on a case back in '69 when I was on the hunt for these sinister Canadian Geese smugglers.
Hugo's music plays on the PA, but Hugo wraps his arm around Joe again and continues reminiscing.
Hugo Goodman: You'd never believe it baby! There I was! Standing waist-deep in badger guts and--
Joe laughs off Hugo and leads him off to the curtain.
Joe Danes: Yeah Goodman, can't wait to hear more about this after your match with a psychopath...
The cameraman recording the interview follows a hurried out Hugo out to the stage for his entrance.
Livingston: About time that old fart had a match here, just too bad he’s got an absolute madman in Callum MacBeth as an opponent!
"GOODMAN"
A bright spotlight shines the stage with sparkling pyro raining from the entrance, Hugo jogs through the pyro and dances and sings along to his own song. At the first verse, Hugo confidently swaggers to the ring, stopping along the way to interact with fans and kiss some babies.
Stone: The following contest is a singles match scheduled for one fall! First, from New Orleans, Louisiana, he is The Patron Saint of Tremè, HUGO GOOOOODMA-
Stone’s announcement and Hugo’s baby kissing is cut off by Callum MacBeth attacking Hugo from behind with a steel chair!
Mason: Come on now!
Livingston: Now that's just smart thinkin', Eric!
Hugo stumbles forward as Callum bashes the chair into his head a few times, before finally throwing it aside to go cackle in the face of the now crying baby in the audience. Hugo holds his neck tight, and Callum drags him to the ring steps. The Scottish Savage sets Hugo up face first on the steps, grinding his face against them… before backing up and RUNNING FORWARD WITH A PUNT KICK TO HUGO’S SKULL! Callum grins with his arms outstretched, yelling towards the audience.
Callum: What’d ya fookin’ expect?!
Callum heads into the ring as medical personnel check on Hugo. The Hooligan paces around the ring like a caged animal, stalking his potential prey.
Livingston: Who knows if Hugo will even be able to compete now! Genuis level move!
Mason: Callum MacBeth should be suspended! He's out of control!
Callum shouts out to Hugo, who struggles to stand, citing his neck pain.
Callum: What’d ya expect, ya geezer!
Despite doctors warning him, Hugo shakes his head and storms towards the ring, demanding that the match go on. The referee asks him if he’s sure, and then signals for the match to start!
DING DING DING
Callum rushes towards Hugo, looking to smash him in the corner, but Hugo counters with a massive pounce, sending Callum across the ring! Callum lands right on his ass, and he looks up at Hugo in shock. Hugo immediately runs at Callum, looking for his signature Goodman Hip-Attack, but Callum slips out of the way, and Hugo just hits his ass into the corner. Callum capitalizes with a Hooligan Kick right to Hugo’s face! He continues to grind his boot into Hugo’s head, before backing off… only to run back with an uppercut! Callum waits for Hugo to stumble out of the corner, and launches at him with a shotgun dropkick- WAIT NO! HUGO CATCHES CALLUM WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! HE HOOKS THE LEG!
ONE…
TWO…
THR- No! Callum kicks out!
Mason: Hugo making a comeback it seems! This crowd is on their feet!
Livingston: Callum is just toying with him, clearly!
Hugo grabs Callum by the head and eggs on the audience to cheer before giving him the Holy Trinity! One elbow! Two elbow! Aaaand a little 360 dance before a third- NO! Callum bites Hugo in the nose! Hugo backs off and gives Callum enough room to hit him with a C-Trigger! Hugo tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head, but that only gives Callum more time, who takes Hugo to his knees with a Glasgow Kiss! With Hugo on his knees, Callum attempts to lift him into the Hooligan-Style Piledriver… but Hugo is just too big! Callum adjusts course by running the ropes behind Hugo and hitting him with a C-Trigger in the back of the head! Hugo collapses down onto the mat, and the referee begins to check on him for a potential concussion as Callum grins in the corner, barking at Hugo to get up. Amazingly, Hugo does push the referee aside and begins to stand up on his own two feet… ONLY TO BE SPEARED OUT OF HIS BOOTS WITH SOMETHING WICKED! Callum covers, counting with the referee.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stone: Here is your winner, via pinfall… Callum MacBeth!
Callum relishes in the relatively easy victory, raising his arms and flipping off the audience as he stands with one foot on the fallen Hugo. He spits on Hugo and wipes his boots on him for good measure before walking off, talking trash to the crowd.
Mason: A highly dominant and highly disrespectful win for Callum, but you can’t discredit Hugo Goodman’s fighting spirit! The man just kept getting up, even after starting the match with a likely concussion! The worst part is, is Callum is going to get rewarded for this behaviour with $50,000 thanks to the bounty.
Livingston: Yeah yeah yeah, he deserves it, Eric! Smart move! Callum MacBeth has come back to Prime and has shown everyone here that his losing streak is over! Whoever has him in the first round of that Cruiserweight Tournament better watch out!
Mason: Well, we’ll just have to see about that, John! He might get himself disqualified before it even begins in my opinion!
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We return to ringside where the Indy Champion is in singles action!
Mason: Candy is back atop the Indy (& Candy) Kingdom but she's got her hands full here as she takes on Raymond Wagner Jr!
Stone: The following match is set for one fall! Joining us first, from the he 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.
Stone: And the opponent...
Just as "I Want Candy(Remix)" by Aaron Carter starts 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. As Candy finishes showing off her moves, she stands at the top of the ramp for moment as she points to the championship around her waist.
Stone: Making her way to the ring from Candyland, please welcome your NEW! INDY! CHAMPION! ...'The Sweet Treat'...CAAAAAANDYYYYYY!!
After 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 unstraps the title from her waist and shows it off to the cheering crowd as she waits for her music to subside.
DING DING DING
Both move to tie up. Wagner grabs at Candy’s left arm twisting it into an arm wringer. Wagner pulls Candy into a knife edge chop. Wagner wrenches it before pulling Candy to the mat with what looks like a leg sweep but Wagner remains on his feet. He places one foot on Candy’s chest as he continues to pull at her arm. Candy manages to pull Wagner to the mat breaking the hold. Candy gets to her feet but walks into another knife edge chop. As Candy catches her breath, Wagner slips to the middle turnbuckle and leaps hitting Candy with a double axe handle. He makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy lifts a shoulder off the mat breaking the count. Wagner lifts Candy to her feet but she cracks Wagner with a forearm smash. Wagner stumbles as Candy runs spinning Wagner with a tornado DDT. Wagner rolls to his feet but Candy runs hitting him with a spear. She hooks the leg
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Wagner rolls a shoulder off the mat breaking the count.
Mason: I thought she had it there, John.
Livingston: Don't be foolish Eric those wrasslers back in the black and white days were tough as shit.
Candy rolls to the apron and climbs to the top rope. She leaps and crashes down on Wagner with a Sugar High. She grabs a leg.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Wagner rolls to his side to break the count. Candy begins to climb the turnbuckles possibly looking for a second Sugar High. Wagner gets to his feet and smacks Candy’s lower back with a forearm smash. Wagner climbs to the second rope and pulls Candy to the mat with a Side Russian Leg Sweep. He rolls into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR… NO! KICK OUT!
Candy manages to slip from under Wagner to break the count.
Mason: He damn near put Candy through the ring and STILL she kicks out!
Livingston: Could say the same for Wagner though, Eric. Candy probably broke some ribs with the impact of that splash and yet HE kicked out! This one is still anyone’s for the taking!
Wagner pulls Candy to her feet and cracks her with a European uppercut that staggers her. Wagner grabs Candy for a Belly To Belly Suplex. Candy manages to counter with a DDT that brings him to the mat. As Wagner gets to his feet, Candy grabs his arm, wraps a leg around his neck and drives Wagner down to the mat with a Candy Blast. She rolls him over and makes a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall... THE EWC INDY CHAMPION ... CANDY!!!Mason: And the Candy Queen keeps winning, John!
Livingston: Look, I'm not happy with this whole sugary goodness crap but I can't deny she's on one hell of a roll. Wagner almost had her, he was great in this match. He's close to breaking out.
Candy gets to her feet and holds up her championship in victory before rolling from the ring.
Mason: You might be right on that one, John but it's not tonight. What's next for Candy here on PRIME ... WHO is next?
Livingston: Well I'll tell you one thing that's next, and it's a badass triple threat main event!
The camera cuts to ...
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FOR THE PRIMETIME BRIEFCASE
TRIPLE THREAT CONTEST
Divewire
Vs Narumi Tsutsumi
Vs Bruce Booth
Match Writer: "Headhuntress" Aiya
We return to ringside where Candy has left the ring. We cut to commentary as the ring crew is finishing checking out the ropes before the main event begins.
Mason: Ladies and gentlemen, if you weren’t tuned in, you just missed an amazing match between one of our newest talents in Raymond Wagner Jr. and our NEW Indy Champion, Candy! Be sure to watch the full match when you get the chance to. But now, sweet as that last match was, we’re onto our last match of the evening, and what a fight it’s going to be! Divewire versus Narumi Tsutsumi versus “Box Office” Bruce Booth! But it’s not just any triple threat. Take us away and tell the audience what I mean, Quinn Stone!
Stone: The following match is indeed a Triple Threat Match, and the winner will receive the PRIME Briefcase! Joining us first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada weighing in at 197 pounds ... The Gravity Neutralizer …. DIVEWIRE!
'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!
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: 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 their opponent, from The Hollywood Hills, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the current holder of the PRIME Briefcase ... ”BOX OFFICE” BRUCE BOOTH!
As 'Burn In My Light''s unmistakable intro sounds throughout the venue, the fans turn their head toward the entranceway, and out comes the superstar (at least in his own mind) with 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.
Livingston: As long as literally anyone but Narumi leaves the winner, I’ll be satisfied with this match’s outcome. She’s already had her fifteen minutes with that damn briefcase.
DING DING DING
There’s barely any hesitation as both Divewire and Bruce seem to get the same idea and charge straight for Narumi! She points at herself with a fake shocked expression, as if asking ‘What? Me?’. But right before either of them can tackle her, a sly smirk appears on Narumi’s face as she gracefully jumps out of harm’s way!
The same cannot be said for either of the guys, unfortunately, as they both collide into one another and headbutt one another. Both Divewire and Bruce are holding their heads as they stumble away, leaving Narumi with an opportunity she looks to take advantage of.
The audience cheers as she ascends the ropes! Narumi leaps off, delivering a Springboard Forearm Smash! The Onihime attempts to hit both Bruce and Divewire again, but only manages to land the attack on Divewire. Bruce has seemingly recovered enough from the headbutt to move away in time.
As Narumi watches Divewire collapse to the mat, she pivots around and faces Bruce. It looks as if it’ll mainly be a Shinijoshi versus House fight, which gets the audience even more excited as the roars become louder!
Mason: Bruce wants to keep that briefcase at all costs, he's gonna have to go through Narumi to do it!
Livingston: No kidding Eric, you think? Sheesh.
Narumi and Bruce begin cautiously circling around one another, knowing the other opponent is dangerous in their own rights. Bruce is the first to run forward, and he damn well nearly beheads The Onihime with a Discus Lariat! He begins to hoist Narumi up, looking to further incapacitate her with a Texas Piledriver, but NO!
From the ropes comes Divewire, with yet another Headbutt! This one is a Springboard Flying version! Bruce growls and winces in pain! Divewire’s leap gives Narumi the precious seconds she needs to escape from Bruce’s arms as she then slips behind him and attempts to lock him in a Rear Naked Choke!
Before she can finish the hold, however, Divewire reminds The Onihime he’s not down and out with a vicious Pele Kick straight to Narumi’s temple! He tries to get an early pin, but Bruce shoves Divewire away and breaks the pin, saving Narumi from defeat in the process!
Mason: The advantage is against Bruce in this match, but he's doing a great job watching his back.
Livingston: Watching his back? He's picking his moment! Obviously!
Everyone is back up on their feet and glancing between one another as if they were in a Mexican standoff which … wouldn’t be too ludicrous. We are in Mexico, after all. Divewire is the first to make a move as he attempts to land an Enzuigiri on Narumi’s already wounded head. This time, however, she’s ready and takes him off balance with a Leg Sweep!
But Divewire refuses to fall all the way down, going to a knee instead!
Both Bruce and Narumi lock eyes with one another … and seem to silently agree on a brief truce as they both gang up on Divewire! Narumi delivers a Roundhouse Kick first. Bruce smirks as he saunters towards the prone Divewire … only to turn around and toss Narumi out of the ring!
“Box Office” Bruce then goes to work on attempting to lock Divewire in a Texas Cloverleaf. Before he can finish the submission, however, WHAM! A brutal kick hits him square in the jaw.
Narumi slides back in the ring just in time to see Bruce stumbling away, rubbing at his jaw. She flashes Bruce a sly grin of her own, even wagging her finger at him as if to shame him for breaking the truce. Bruce merely glares daggers back at The Onihime, only averting his gaze as he sees her pointing to the side.
Bruce turns, but it’s too late! Divewire takes Bruce down with a Discus Clothesline! Divewire tries to go for another pin, but is kicked away by The Onihime! She goes for the stolen pin, but only gets a 2 count as Bruce practically throws Narumi off of him!
Bruce is almost literally seeing red, breathing heavily through his nose as he stares between The Onihime and Divewire. His fists clench as he tries to come up with a plan to ensure he can leave with his briefcase still in his possession.
Mason: What's the strategy here do you think, John?
Livingston: Simply continue to be Bruce Booth. That's all this man needs.
The mic manages to pick up on Bruce screaming out to Narumi and Divewire. He runs to where the briefcase is laying, holding it tightly in his hands.
Bruce Booth: You two want this so bad?! HERE THEN!
Bruce violently swings the briefcase at Divewire’s head! IT CONNECTS! Divewire’s eyes look like they roll to the back of his head as he slumps to the mat. But Bruce isn’t done! He tries to take a swing at Narumi! He just BARELY misses as she manages to duck in time.
Now that Narumi sees Bruce has no qualms in using weapons, she chooses to match his tactics as she rolls out of the ring, this time of her own accord. She rummages under the ring for a few moments before coming out with her pink shinai!
The audience gets even louder as “Box Office” Bruce and Narumi begin dueling against one another, each wielding their own unique weapons to do so. It seems relatively evenly matched, both using every ounce of strength to have the other’s weapons.
But then …
BOTH the shinai and briefcase are simultaneously knocked out of their respective owner’s hands! Bruce scoffs in annoyance and charges for him. In doing so, he lands right into Narumi’s Onigokko technique!
The Onihime begins climbing up the ropes. Right as she gets to the top set of ropes, Divewire springs to life! He only sees Bruce, not realizing where Narumi is, and goes for a pin.
Only as the crowd lets out a loud “OOHHH!!!” does Divewire turn. He tries to move in hopes of avoiding Narumi’s Queen Me signature move, but no! He’s caught in the crossfire and falls on top of “Box Office” Bruce!
The Onihime lays her arm over both men. The referee counts!
ONE!
TWO!
TH — NO!!!!
BOTH Divewire and Bruce each get a shoulder up. Narumi slaps the mat in frustration. All three wrestlers are panting heavily, looking equally exhausted and determined to leave as the winner of this match. All three slowly get back up to their feet, much to the delight of the crowd as they all begin to cheer for the person they hope to leave as the winner of this fight!
Mason: Narumi may have the experience, but neither man is letting her walk away with this one easily.
Livingston: Yeah yeah yeah we get it Narumi is the so called former champ around here. Whatever. CLOCK HER IN THE HEAD!
Bruce quickly scurries and grabs the briefcase once again. Before Narumi can reach her shinai, she’s hit first. Bruce makes damn sure she’s down on the mat before swinging for Divewire … except he’s gone?!
Not quite, Divewire took advantage of Bruce being distracted to go back on the ropes! He leaps off, going for his Altitude SICKness Super Finisher!
BUT NO! Bruce clocks Divewire right in the forehead before Divewire can complete his technique! Divewire looks to be completely unconscious! Bruce looks over towards Narumi one last time before hooking Divewire’s legs!
ONE!
TWO!!
THRE —- NO?!
Bruce’s eyes are as wide as they possibly can be! The audience is going borderline insane as sure enough, we see Narumi has tugged Bruce off from on top of Divewire. She gives him a sly wink before tossing him out of the ring and onto the floor! She uses every ounce of strength left to lift Divewire up onto her shoulders for the Star Grade Revolver! It lands flush!
The referee counts again!
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING
Stone: And your winner, via pinfall, and the NEW WINNER OF THE PRIMETIME BRIEFCASE … THE ONIHIME … NARUMI TSUTSUMI!!!Narumi quickly grabs the briefcase before Bruce can try to steal it away. Luckily for The Onihime, Bruce is busy screaming and arguing with the referee. Only when he’s threatened with being escorted away by security does Bruce leave in a livid huff. Divewire shakily manages to get to his feet. Before he leaves, he gives Narumi a respectful nod, leaving The Onihime to celebrate in the ring.
Mason: They all really wanted the briefcase. But at the end of the night, Narumi showed the lengths she was willing to go to in order to leave with the PrimeTime Briefcase in her hands for a second time and a guaranteed Indy Championship match of her choosing between now and WrestleFest! And with a Hardcore Championship opportunity around the corner, we could be seeing double champion Narumi very soon!
Livingston: Oh, Jesus. Like we need any more hype for Narumi. I still say she already had her time with that damn thing. Bruce got robbed, I tell ya! And poor Divewire? Man flew too damn close to the sun!
Mason: What a wild match and a wild evening in general, Ladies and Gentlemen! We are out of time for this week! For my colleagues here at PRIME including Quinn Stone, Respectable Joe Danes, and my good friend here John Livingston, I am Eric Mason wishing you goodnight! We will be back on the pink and blue brand in TWO WEEKS in the Windy City of CHICAGO!
Camera cuts to Narumi, celebrating on the top turnbuckle with her briefcase as the crowd chants for her and she lets out a happy yell to them as we fade to black ....
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