RESULTS - FWP presents PRIME - Tallahassee, FL - 07/31/2024

"My House" plays on the arena speakers as Maverick Huntley III walks into the arena much to the delight of the fans. He waves towards some of the fans as he remains atop the entrance ramp. His music quiets down.

Huntley: TALLAHASSEE, FLORIDA... Welcome to Florida Wrestling Prestige... presents... PRIME!

A pop as the crowd begins to chant F-dub-P... F-dub-P... F-dub-P...

Huntley: We have an amazing show for you tonight. The first seven matches of the night are the Coastal Championship qualifying matches! Each winner earns a place in the Coastal Blitz match in two weeks to crown our first champion. The Blitz match will be a free-for-all timed match. No disqualifications. Each pinfall or submission will earn that person the title of interim champion, but the person to make the final pinfall or submission will walk away the first ever FWP Coastal Champion!

The crowd cheers even more.

Huntley: We are seeing a Fatal-4-Way later tonight between four contenders in the Prestige Championship Division. A Pre-Main Event by two veterans of the Squared Circle both vying for their place to challenge for the title sooner than later. And finally, a Graves versus Graves Main Event in which we will crown our first ever champion! Plus Florida Wrestling Prestige has signed another former champion to our roster... and I am excited to announce our third championship will be called the Vortex Championship! More details on that title to come soon! But without further wait... let's get this show started!

The crowd chants F-dub-P as Huntley makes his way into the back as the show gets underway.




We cut backstage to the catering area, where Nathaniel Basch can be seen walking toward the tables. He looks around, then smiles as he spots his daughter Stella walking toward the fruit bowl. He turns slightly, walking up to his daughter and putting a hand on her shoulder.

Nathaniel: Hey there, Princess!

Stella, mildly startled, turns around, a relieved expression on her face as she sets eyes on the Basch patriarch.

Stella: Oh hi, Dad! Want a banana?

Nathaniel chuckles.

Nathaniel: No thank you, sweetie. But I am glad I caught up with you. I wanted to talk to you about something…

He looks around again, as if he’s expecting someone else to show up.

Nathaniel: Now where is he…?

Confused, Stella curls her upper lip.

Stella: Who are you talking about, Dad?

Nathaniel gives his daughter a knowing smile.

Nathaniel: Come now, Starr… don’t think I haven’t noticed who you’ve been hanging around lately.

Stella shrinks, a sheepish smile forming on her face as she blushes.

Stella: Eh-heh-heh… Y-you have?

Nathaniel: Yes, Starr, I have. Now, did you want to keep the conversation rolling, or shall I?

Stella hems and haws for a moment before Tom Carradine enters the catering area.

Nathaniel: Now this is serendipitous….

Tom: Um, am I interrupting something?

Nathaniel: Quite the contrary…

Tom looks at Stella inquisitively as she’s holding a banana in her hand. As she pulls back the peel, she looks back at him and smiles.

Stella: Hey, Tom. I don’t know what my dad’s up to this time…

Nathaniel: No need to be coy, Starr. However, we were in the middle of a discussion concerning… personal issues. I’d like to continue that discussion, but discussions require more than one person to converse. Otherwise, that defeats the purpose of a discussion…

Tom: Hey, I can leave….

Nathaniel: Oh, no. You should stay for this…

Stella glances away as she takes a small bite of her banana, whimpering slightly as Nathaniel gestures for both Tom and his daughter to sit at one of the tables. As Stella sits down, she swallows what’s in her mouth.

Stella: What did you want to talk about, Dad?

Nathaniel occupies a chair opposite Stella and Tom.

Nathaniel: Starr, you know perfectly well what we were talking about…

Stella: Honestly, Dad… I’m not exactly all that certain.

Nathaniel sighs, shaking his head.

Nathaniel: Very well… I’ll get to the point. I’ve noticed that the two of you have been spending quite a bit of time together…

Stella shrinks in her chair, while Tom’s gaze travels back and forth between the Basches.

Nathaniel: I said “noticed….” Not “disapproved.”

A look of mild shock comes over both of their faces.

Nathaniel: Starr, I’m your father, not your warden. I’m naturally going to be concerned about your life, but I can’t live it for you.

Stella scoffs, rolling her eyes slightly.

Stella: I wish Donovan saw things that way.

She mutters softly before taking another bite of her banana.

Nathaniel: Your brother IS stubborn, just as I was when I was his age. But, considering that you probably have more support than you’re aware of, he’ll come around.

Stella sits up, a pout still etched on her face.

Stella: I suppose.

Nathaniel turns to Tom.

Nathaniel: You do know that you’re a part of this conversation, right? It’s only fair that you give some input as well, Tom.

Tom: I didn’t want to seem like a third wheel, Mr. Basch….

Nathaniel: All things considered, I think we don’t need to be so formal. Please, call me Nathaniel.

Tom clears his throat.

Tom: Well, Nathaniel, Starr and I.. we just… click. We enjoy each others’ company, we have a lot of the same interests, so things between us just seem… right.

Stella blushes again, but this time, a hint of a smile creeps onto her face.

Stella: Yeah… I couldn’t have said it better myself.

She nods her head, the smile growing wider. Nathaniel, for his part, leans back in his own chair, nodding his head.

Nathaniel: I see. Now of course, this does bring up the issue as to whether or not you two can keep business and personal life separate. Then again, it wasn’t that long ago that you were in the ring against each other, so you clearly have already passed that checkpoint. But moving forward, you both are in qualifying matches for the Coastal Championship Blitz. Should you both qualify…

Tom: If that happens, we can still put out our best effort without trying to murder each other…

Stella nods her head.

Stella: Exactly. After all, we have plenty of good examples to follow in that respect. Though I have to say, I don’t envy the Graveses in the slightest.

Tom nods his head in agreement.

Tom: To be honest, I just want them to come out of the match okay, regardless who wins..

Nathaniel smirks, shaking his head.

Nathaniel: Those two will be fine. They’ve been through far worse. You two need to focus on what’s immediately in front of you. Let them deal with what they need to deal with, while you deal with your matches tonight. Starr, do you feel you’ve prepared yourself to face Jackson Cole again?

Stella nods her head.

Stella: Of course I have, Dad. I’ve watched every match he’s had in FWP since he made the challenge in the first place. I know studying footage and actually wrestling him are two different things, but I know I’m ready.

The Basch patriarch beams with pride at his daughter. He then turns to Tom.

Nathaniel: And Tom, the same question goes to you.

Tom: I know that Alexandria Duvall is still going to be steamed over her last match, so she may be prone to mistakes. If she does make a mistake, I’m going to capitalize on it. I’ve made sure to watch her matches, both here in FWP and that other promotion she’s so proud of. She has an experience edge, so I’m definitely going to be on my toes…

Nathaniel’s smile hasn’t subsided much, as he acknowledges Tom’s strategy for this evening’s match. With a nod of his head, he gets up from his seat.

Nathaniel: At this point, I think we should continue this conversation in a more… secure setting. If you two would follow me…

Stella and Tom look at each other and nod, getting up from their respective chairs. As Nathaniel makes his way toward a nearby hallway, they begin to follow him, with Tom casually taking Stella’s hand in his own. Stella looks up at him and smiles. Having caught the gesture reflected in the glass of a nearby framed poster for Florida State University, Nathaniel shoots a quick glance over his shoulder.

Nathaniel: Now, that that's out of the way…

The conversation trails off as they enter one of the nearby doors and the scene cuts away.






The match begins with an even back and forth. Jackson takes control early on, getting a bit overly aggressive with holding a submission a bit too much. Stella does not take a liking to the way Jackson is approaching things. Jackson uses a variety of suplexes and DDTs to try and wear down Stella. She is able to turn the control back into her possession as she uses her agility and athleticism to put on a stellar showing. A series of kicks to Jackson, and a wicked Tornado DDT. She hits Seeing Starrs (Slingshot Avalanche Neckbreaker) but only to a two count as Jackson is able to kick out of it. After some jockeying for control of the match once again, Jackson is able to hit  Slack Jaw (Codebreaker) but Stella is positioned near the ropes to break a pin before Jackson could even take advantage of it. Jackson heads up to the top of the corner looking for a Frog Splash, this time he is able to leap off but he is met with the knees of Basch. Stella hits Shooting Starr (Handspring Satellite DDT) and pins for the three count and the clean win.

Winner by Pinfall: Stella Basch



Recorded Earlier Today…

Rows and rows of cars are seen from muscle cars to antiques as well as concept cars all reflected on mirrored walls before the camera whirls around to find a man with purple hair dressed in red silk shirt with black pants walking with a cane twirling at his side.

Man: What’s up, FWP? For those who don’t know me, I’m the “Original Ace” Kevin Mears. I’ve been a few places over the years, but I came all the way to Tallahassee for two reasons. One, I wanted to come check out the Tallahassee Automobile Museum. Shit, I love cars. Anyone who knows me knows that, and this is THE place to come see all kinds of them. The other reason? Florida Wrestling Prestige.

He says with a nod before adjusting the red bleeding heart-shaped sunglasses on his nose.

Kevin: I try to keep tabs on new promotions when they pop up on my feed. Seems like there’s a new one every week lately. But this place caught my attention. There was something about it. Maybe it was the array of talent that drew me, because there’s some outstanding talent on this roster that I’ve been watching. You got the Basches, all of them. Donovan is a beast. Danielle is very talented, and I’m personally a fan of Stella, who’s starting to make her ascent in the sport. Hell, they just signed Willow Quinn, who definitely has my attention. Plenty of cool people too. Like I said, there was a lot to catch my attention and I’ve been watching Scion ever since.

He says with a shrug as he stops to check out one of the muscle cars for a second.

Kevin: So I’m in town to see Prime tonight. Shout out to Prestige management for hooking me up with a very nice vantage point to see what goes down. I’ll be there tonight. Might be the start of things, we’ll see. Good luck to everyone competing tonight.

He returns his attention to one of the muscle cars as the clip ends.




The match starts off as the two ladies offer a friendly handshake. They lock up as Nixie takes early control. Several strikes, a superkick, and moonsault leads into a two count pin attempt. Nixie continues the offense with a snap suplex and a slingblade. She looks to push forward as she connects with a Standing Shooting Star and gets another two count. Looking for Beach Break (Busaiku Knee), she is unable to connect with turns the tables over to Greenie. A Clothesline and a Diving Crossbody. Greenie calls for Nixie to get up, and she meets Nixie with a Spinning Backfist. A Superkick of her own, and Greenie makes the cover for a two count. Slowly, both ladies rise back up to their feet exhausted. Greenie uses One for All (Running Forearm Smash) and pins Nixie for the three count and the win. After the match, Nixie raises Greenie's arm as a show of respect.

Winner by Pinfall: Greenie Nelson



The match begins as the two men lock up. Owen takes early control. He sends Lucas into the ropes and uses a Spinebuster to send Lucas to the mat. Shows of strenght include a Pop-Up Samoan Drop and a Military Press Powerslam show Owen in a powerful light early on in the match. Lucas battles back, with a Side Neckbreaker and Snap Suplex of his own. Both trading some rollup pin attempts of quick one counts, Branson shows a flash of athleticism with CRAZY EIGHTS (Moonsault Side Slam). He pins only for a two count. Both battle back up to their feet, and Lucas looks for TRIPLE 7S (RKO) only to be shoved off. Owen reverses the momentum with Endgame (Chokeslam). A series of strikes and a Big Boot dropping Branson to the mat, Owen lifts him for a Colossal Bomb (high impact powerbomb aka last ride) as he pins for the three count and the win.

Winner by Pinfall: Owen Traeger



Andrew was in a hoodie with his wrestling gear underneath. His facial expression was determined, time to be focused for his upcoming qualifying match against His where it was absolutely going to be a barn burner.

Andrew: So, Bia, I'm glad you're going to be ready for a fight because I have every intention of giving you one.

I'm not gonna be someone you can simply pop off unexpectedly, I've been around long enough to expect anything and everything. I've especially come to expect over confident people thinking they have a match in the bag before it even starts.

I certainly hope we don't find ourselves there already, Bia.

Andrew paces a little, getting himself into the mindset of his upcoming fight. Knowing full well he's gonna get what he's bargaining for.

Andrew: See you talk about needing this to be validated, that everything you risked coming over here wasn't for nothing but I can assure you that I don't give a shit what you risked. I don't care how badly you need this, Bia. I've fought people like you everywhere, a dime a dozen. You're desperate to prove yourself and even though you're a fighting woman, you're going up against someone who is an absolute prick who has no remorse or concern for you or your well being.

Yeah, I want a fight, I wanna see just how bloody badly you want it. You can talk all you want but when we're in that ring, talking doesn't mean shit. I've been there and done it, Bia, I've been all over the world and I have racked up championships that I don't have to come out here and tell you that I need this because I don't.

That being said, I don't plan on losing or passing the torch, you need to step up and take it from me.

Andrew cracks his knuckles, finding a little groove in his words and his eyes light up as he looks back.

Andrew: Ask yourself if you can do that? Can you find it in you when we're neck deep in the shit to pull yourself out?

You love to fight but this isn't typical. I hadn't every intention of wearing you down and finding out where your fight or flight lies. As confident as you are I've seen people like you get overconfident and overeager when this much is at stake.

All I need is one mistake from you and I'll end it before you can blink. I'm one of the toughest to beat in this business because I always have a way out of a means to an end.

You simply come prepared and show me what you've got. I'm not afraid to lose, Bia, I'm not afraid of taking a risk and having it fail. I don't need validation but I won't simply roll over and pass it on. The Coastal championship is simply a way of putting a target on my back and begging anyone to come take it from me.

It's up to you now to try and stop me.

Andrew throws his hood over his head and nods before walking off.

The camera cuts to the back to C.J.

C.J: Prime has been great, now please welcome my guests and this time Dr. Kolby and Kelsi Ross.

Kolby and Kelsi step into the interview area.

C.J: So let me just cut to the issue at hand, everyone saw Kolby hit Lucas Branson with Brass Knuckles at the last Scion show.

Kolby: I have no idea what you're talking about C.J.

C.J.: Everyone saw you hit Lucas with the knuckles.

Kolby: Obviously someone doctored the footage to try a lessen my wife’s win over Lucas, we have ordered an investigation into who doctored the footage, like I would ever do anything so dastardly.

Kelsi: Our legal team will prove my wife is innocent of this heinous charge.

C.J.: Anyway tonight you face Slim, with everyone assuming that the winner will be in line for a future Prestige tile shot.

Kelsi: And that will be me, Slim is too goody and wants the approval of his daughter and his wife and all these disgusting oxygen thieves here tonight and that’s why I will win tonight the only approval I need is from my hot wife, and tonight she has promised me a special celebration in our hotel suite after I beat Slim here tonight, and I’m not going to miss out on whatever she has planned, Slim while Kolby and I we driving to the arena we noticed and Slim was leaving town and that leaves your chances of winning tonight at none, Sorry Not Sorry.. Now if you will excuse us.

Kolby and Kelsi leave the interview area.



The match begins with a quick Spear by Bia and a pin attempt looking to catch a quick, off guard win but only earns a two count. Grabbing Andrew, Bia chains two German Suplexes in a row and looks for a third one but Raynes is able to reverse it into a German Suplex of his own bridging to a pin for a one and a half count. A neck breaker from Raynes sends Bia back to the mat and another cover for a one count. A clothesline from Raynes to Bia, but she sits up only to be met with Code of the Sith (Running Single Leg High Knee). Raynes drops for the cover for a two and a half count. Bia rolls herself to the outside to slow things down. Once on the outside, Raynes leaps off of the ring apron but she catches him and uses a Military Press Slam to drop him hard to the covered floor. Bia grabs him by the head and tosses him back inside of the ring. She does not go for a cover, but instead Irish Whips him into the ropes and hits a Dock Blocker (Pounce) that drops Raynes hard to the mat. She covers but at two and a half, Andrew is able to get a foot on the rope. Bia drags him back up to his feet, but Raynes is able to stop her momentum and uses Shattered Glass (Leaping Reverse STO) and covers her for the three count.

Winner by Pinfall: Andrew Raynes



The cameras move backstage as we see Jackson Cole throwing his ring gear into a gym bag. He is clearly upset having lost yet again. He looks up as backstage interviewer C.J. Houston walks into the view.

Houston: Jackson, can I get a word?

Jackson Cole lowers his head, standing up he slings his bag over his shoulder and nods at C.J.

Houston: This was to be your time to shine, and it looks like history has repeated itself. I mean no offense, but where do you go back from here?

A deep sigh.

Cole: Back to California.

Houston: Are you saying that you are... effectively done with Florida Wrestling Prestige?

He nods at C.J.

Cole: I came out here to connect with someone I thought was my half-brother, and they ended up being nothing more than a stranger. I was hoping to step up to the next level, and we've seen how that has gone. Nothing against Stella, she is amazing. Honestly? Your Coastal Champion... right there. But for me? I think I need to head home. Step back. Reevaluate. And figure out where I am in my career. I want to thank Maverick Huntley for the chance, but I am taking up a roster spot for someone else that could easily do so much better.

Houston: That is... a noble thought. Well, I hope that you can figure things out. And I am sure we all wish you the best.

Jackson Cole nods as he shakes the head of C.J. Houston. As this happens, we see the shadow of someone entering the room.

Voice: Hey, kid. I've been there. It gets better, I promise. Just know Cali isn't so bad. I've worked there enough to know. I am sure you will land on your feet...

C.J. and Jackson look over as the camera pans to see a familiar face to some. The crowd pops as they chant A-M-3... A-M-3... A-M-3...



Houston: Wait a minute... it was teased that a former champion would be showing up here at PRIME. Are you?

Man: I guess so. Social media isn't my thing, but here I am.

The man shakes the hand of Jackson Cole.

Man: This is just one setback. I see great things for you.

Jackson nods and walks past the man.

C.J.: Ladies and gentleman... this is Avery Miles III! Are you... have you signed...

Avery smiles.

Avery: I just put ink to paper. I am now on the Florida Wrestling Prestige roster!

C.J.: Wow. Business is picking up around here!

Avery just smiles once more, as the cameras head back into the arena.



The match begins with two pairs of men fighting it out. Nathaniel Dixon battles it out with Grayson Vex as Donnie Harris goes toe to toe with Andrew Walker. Each pair share a series of strikes. Donnie Harris takes early control in the match against Andrew Walker. He uses a running high knee to drop Walker to one knee. He follows it up with a hard spear that drives Walker to the mat. Harris covers but Dixon and Vex immediately stomp it out. Both men see the chance to try to take Harris out, but eventually Vex turns on Dixon and hits a wicked European Uppercut. Vex then uses an impactful Spinebuster to drive Dixon to the mat. He covers but Donnie Harris stomps to break it up. Harris grabs Vex by the head and send him through the ropes and to the outside. This gives a small opening to Dixon, who uses a series of Knife Edge Chops to the chest of Donnie Harris. He uses a series of Gentleman's Hooks (quick jabs) before dropping Harris to one knee with a jawbreaker. Dixon uses "Blood in the Darkness" (Shining Wizard) as it drops Harris to the mat. Dixon covers, but once again it is broken up this time by Andrew Walker. Walker and Dixon battle it out, going toe-to-toe. A series of exchanging strikes, but both look as the monster Grayson Vex up on his feet on the outside of the ring. They both run at the opposite ropes and charge forward towards the ropes on the side of Vex. Dixon jumps through the ropes shoulder first as Dixon and Vex both crash into the barricade. Walker stops his momentum and waggles his finger as if he had it planned all along. He allowed Dixon to do the dirty work as he turns back towards Harris. But at he does, he does not realize Donnie Harris has recovered and is ready for him. A Ninjetti Corkscrew Kick to Walker that drops him to the mat. And with Vex and Dixon down on the outside, Harris locks in a Crossface as Walker is forced to submit.

Winner by Submission: Donnie Harris



Murphy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... first to the ring... she is KELSI ROSS!

As her theme plays in the arena, Kelsi and Kolby make their way to the ring, they walk up the steps and stand back to back on the apron before entering the ring, Kolby removes her wife's jacket and Kelsi poses in the center of the ring then walks to her corner.

Murphy: And her opponent... he is SLIM!

The lights in the arena go dark as “Til I Collapse” starts to begin. Once the beat hits, Slim walks out on the stage with the spotlight shining on him. He looks out over the crowd before making his slow saunter down the entrance ramp. He reaches the ring steps and as he walks up along the ring apron he wipes his boots on it before entering the ring. He goes to the corner and climbs to the second rope and looks out over the crowd.

DING DING

The referee calls for the bell as the two of them stare each other down. They lock up as Slim takes early control of the match. Slim pulls her into a side headlock and then shoots Kelsi off into the ropes. She hits the ropes and rebounds coming back at him. He is able to grab her and use her momentum against her with a belly to belly overhead suplex. Ross skids on the mat a bit as Slim looks back at her and smirks. He does not let up the offense as he drags her up to her feet, and takes her back down with a clothesline.

Kyle: He is having his way with her!

Lauren: Slim showing just why he is so decorated as a champion.

With Ross down on the mat, Slim grabs her knee and locks in a kneebar. Kelsi tries to fight through it, yelling out in pain. Her wife, Dr. Kolby Ross, sees this and looks as if she wants to get involved.

Lauren: The referee better watch out for Kelsi's wife!

Kyle: She is just being a supportive spouse, CL!

As Dr. Ross gets close to Kelsi, the referee warns her to back off. Slim releases the hold as he has some words for Kolby.

Lauren: This could get ugly!

Kolby and Slim trade back and forth words before the referee has enough of it and tells Dr. Kolby Ross that she is banned from ringside. The fans cheer as this happens, and Kelsi Ross is up slowly to her feet now realizing what is going on. She complains to the referee as Slim again smiles, happy to see the numbers game no longer in her favor. Ross complains to the referee some more, but he tells her she has a match to wrestle and she had better focus on that. As Kelsi Ross turns back towards Slim, he grabs her for an impactful T-Bone Suplex taking her hard to the mat. A cover.

ONE

T--

And Kelsi powers out of it. She manages to throw him off of her as she grabs the ropes and elevates to her feet. Kelsi Ross charges forward towards Slim, but in an effort to stop her momentum he uses a surprise Superkick dropping her hard to the mat.

Lauren: What a Superkick! From talking to Slim, that is a move he has in his arsenal but one only rarely used!

Slim grabs the head of Ross and lifts her up to her feet looking for “Cradle to the Grave” (Cradle Piledriver) but Ross somehow is able to get under him and uses a back drop sending Slim flailing through the air and landing on his back. Ross turns around and quickly goes on the offensive.

Kyle: I don't think she likes much that her wife was barred from ringside.

Ross lifts Slim to his feet and sends him into the ropes. He rebounds into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, with Kelsi shoving him to the mat. A quick cover.

ONE

And Slim kicks out. She grabs Slim by the head and lifts him. Using a belly-to-belly suplex, she drives him to the mat. She again covers.

ONE

And Slim once again kicks out. Ross does not let up as she heads towards the ropes. Slim gets up to his feet but is met with a Running Knee Lift that drops him to the mat like a sack of potatoes. She drops once more for a cover.

ONE

TW-

And Slim kicks out. Ross, not letting up at all, screams out into the arena as she climbs back to a vertical base. Slim uses the ropes to get up to his feet, but as he does Kelsi tries for a Back Stabber. Slim blocks it with the help of the rose as Ross hits the mat hard on her back. Slim turns back towards Kelsi, as she quickly rises back up to her feet. Slim tries to pull out the superkick once again, but Kelsi has it scouted and instead she uses a Chop Block cutting him down to size.

Lauren: He went back into the bag again looking for the superkick... but Ross was ready for him!

Kyle: It sure seems like her wife getting banned from the arena was the motivation she needed.

Ross, trying to gain her composure and gain her energy, gets back to her feet. She calls for Slim to get up to his feet, and as he does she sends a hard kick to the gut of Slim. Doubled over, Ross lifts him up and hits a Spoiled Rotten(Running Powerslam) as he hits the mat hard. Kelsi Ross drops for the cover.

ONE

Kelsi uses the ropes for extra leverage unbeknownst to the referee.

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Lauren: And Kelsi Ross steals a win!

Kyle: What are YOU talking about? She just beat a former champion!

Kelsi Ross gets her feet off of the ropes before the referee can see as she climbs back to her feet.

Murphy: The winner of the match... KELSI ROSS!

Slim cannot believe what just happened, but did not even realize in the moment that Ross had used the ropes to gain an advantage.