(EAW intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After it finishes, a brief montage plays, recapping the events of last week’s show: Myles and Joso open the show with a tense confrontation, with Myles promising to kill Joso’s championship dreams. Mia Santoro defeats Mio Inoue. Drake Armstrong, furious after Kirk Redwood interrupted him during a backstage interview, challenges Redwood to a match and gets knocked out by Redwood. Myles and Minerva discuss the recent chaotic events in the locker room, with Myles initially dismissive of Drake King’s threats but eventually agreeing to focus on Joso. At the same time, Minerva keeps an eye on Drake. Myles then leaves, but with Drake himself lurking in the shadows, it sets the tone for what is to come. Issac Crow defeats Jay Starr in Starr’s debut match after a close contest. Later on, Myles finds Minerva unconscious in their locker room, covered in blood, and screams for help before vowing revenge on Drake King, who is implied to be the perpetrator of the attack. Fire & Ice, consisting of Rex McAllister & Raven Roberts, issue an open challenge to any tag team for a match at House of Glass, determined to get back into the Unified Tag Team Championship scene by beating teams one by one to prove their worthiness. Nejari Young defeats Clayton Golde in his own debut match, looking impressive in an equally-close contest. The new Specialists Champion, Daniella Atlas boasts about her victory over Raeangel Guzman and KASAI at Territorial Invasion and vows to remain champion. Still, Saori Aizen challenges her claims and reminds her of her success in the Divide & Conquer match, which has led her to be her next challenger at House of Glass. Things look to get tense quickly before their respective tag team partners for the night in Vincent Mondrian and Holly Arrow make their entrances. Saori Aizen and Holly Arrow defeat Daniella Atlas and Vincent Mondrian in a tag team match after a back-and-forth bout, with this match being notable as it gives Daniella her first loss of the season. Later on, Joso defeats the New Breed Champion BRAE in a non-title match after a distraction from Issac Crow allowed Joso to roll up BRAE for the victory. Myles, still enraged about the attack on Minerva, vows revenge on Drake King; however, Joso ambushes him backstage, brutalizing him with a steel chair and reminding him that he is coming for the World Heavyweight Championship at House of Glass. Cy Henderson challenges SOSA Henderson to a match at House of Glass, seeking revenge for his elimination at SOSA’s hands during the Brand Warfare match at Territorial Invasion; SOSA accepts the challenge but warns Cy that the outcome he seeks isn’t going to happen. In the main event, Drake King defeats the Interwire Champion Hans Grayson with Chris Elite watching by ringside. The announcers note Drake King’s changed demeanor and speculate about his potential involvement in Minerva’s attack.)
(With the montage done, the final Dynasty before House of Glass can start! This edition takes place in the Etihad Arena, the largest indoor arena in the Middle East. The atmosphere is electric. The pyro explodes as the lights flash across the massive crowd, who are on their feet, ready for the action-packed night ahead. After the camera pans over the Dynasty fans, they settle on the broadcast team. Stew-O, Jake Mercer, and Flannery McCoy are all on standby.)
Jake Mercer: Abu Dhabi! :blessed: Such a fantastic place! But damn, I wished we switched weeks so that House of Glass would be a night after the Take That concert. 😔 Would’ve been so sweet that I could see them live the night prior, and we’d be back for some amazing action the next night!
Flannery McCoy: I don’t know how that would be logistical, seeing as how, from what I’m looking up, the concert falls on a Friday, and you would need to try and catch a flight to Egypt directly afterward.
Jake Mercer: Wait, really?
Flannery McCoy: Really.
Jake Mercer: Damn it, Flann, why do you have to try and make sense all of the time!?
Flannery McCoy: :mjlol: !! I’m just looking out for you, buddy. But while we may not watch one of the bajillion reunion tours that seem to be happening this year alone, we can still take comfort in watching the best wrestling EAW has to offer.
Stew-O: And on top of that? This is the go-home show edition of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! Welcome, EAW universe, and thank you for tuning in! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined here by my colleagues Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy! We’ve got three matches on the docket for tonight, and the first of them will have two of the Elitists who will be vying for the New Breed Championship next weekend against one another as Mia Santoro and Clayton Golde are against each other.
Jake Mercer: Oooooh, one of them can pick up some serious steam before that match, especially seeing as how Issac won his match last week while BRAE lost his! … Even if that can be attributed to Issac interfering. :lupe:
Flannery McCoy: Issac made sure to throw BRAE off course, but based on what we have scheduled for tonight, I don’t think the New Breed Champion himself is going to be letting him off the hook. Still, either Clayton or Mia can gain some serious momentum before next Saturday, which can be a huge difference-maker and a confidence boost, especially when they’re going up against a fierce champion like BRAE. The next match we have is Jay Starr taking on another debuting Elitist we have in Corey Hale, who, by the looks of things, seems to be all about zen – a stark contrast to Jay’s already-flamboyant style. It should definitely be an exciting matchup between these two from an athletic and philosophical approach.
Stew-O: And in our main event, we have Drake Armstrong going up against Nejari Young, with the latter impressing a lot of people last week! It should speak volumes that in his second straight week as a Dynasty talent, he’s getting a match of this caliber against the former Interwire Champion!
Jake Mercer: It certainly does, Stew! Could be the match that puts even more eyes on him! However, Drake isn’t in the camp of letting anyone eat off of his table, and with his match against Kirk Redwood looming, you already know that Armstrong is going to want to send a clear-cut message to his opponent tonight!
Flannery McCoy: Absolutely. But now, we open things up with… well… Drake King.
(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage plays, and almost immediately, the tone from the fans shifts dramatically. It only worsens once Drake King himself steps out. The boos are deafening. Drake simply keeps a smirk on his face as he approaches the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing at this time, EAW Hall of Famer…. DRAAAAAAAAAKE KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
Stew-O: Well, vitriol is nothing new here when it comes to Drake King, but the fans are especially livid tonight because many pinpoint him as being responsible for the heinous attack that was done to Minerva last week!
Flannery McCoy: It would be hard not to think he did it. I mean, who else would’ve done it?
Jake Mercer: I mean, maybe Minerva tripped over something…? May have accidentally cracked her head on the way down, too?
Stew-O: …
Flannery McCoy: …
Jake Mercer: Hey, I’m just trying to play Devil’s Advocate here!
Flannery McCoy: And you’re doing a crappy job at it. Besides, when it comes to that man who’s making his way to the ring, there is no benefit of the doubt to be had.
Stew-O: Usually, when it comes to being unbiased, I am able to do so, but we have seen some of the heinous acts Drake King has done. I wouldn’t put it past him. The look on his face doesn’t help matters either.
(With each step, Drake King’s smirk sharpened. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the seething crowd as if they were beneath him, like they were mere insects buzzing around God’s court. He eventually gets inside, grabs a microphone, and he strolls around. Then, his demeanor “changes,” but everyone can see it’s cap as he pretends to look sorrowful.)
(His theme fades, and he speaks up.)
Drake King: Well… I don’t think there is an easy way of saying this, guys. However, Minerva? She’s done for.
(The crowd quiets down, fearing the worst.)
Drake King: And what I mean by that is that her career is pretty much over.
(He pauses, savoring the silence from the crowd, feeding off their uneasy anticipation. His faux-sorrowful expression is betrayed by the gleam in his eyes, as though he’s enjoying every second of this twisted announcement.)
Drake King: Yeah, it’s hard even to say it out loud. But after what happened last week, after that little accident—I’m sure you all saw it, right? The footage is everywhere. It’s sad, really. At least she’ll be fine enough to live her life as usual, but as far as EAW is concerned? It’s the end of the road for her. Gone for a long, long time, they say, but they might as well just cut to the chase and let it be known that just like that, her precious Hall of Fame career is through. That means she won’t be a champion again. That means that the dream she had of making more history isn’t going to come to fruition.
Drake King: It’s tragic, really. All that work… all that sacrifice… and for what? To end up just another name that couldn’t survive in my world.
(He lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head like he’s disappointed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.)
Drake King: I know how much she meant to all of you, and I’m sure you all thought she was special, right? You thought Minerva was unstoppable. But guess what? She’s not. She’s just like everyone else who’s tried to step in my way: just another plain, stupid idiot who thought she was exempt from consequences. In the end, it cost her everything.
(That’s when the fans boo, their anger palpable. Chants for Minerva begin to rise, but Drake’s smirk only widens as he paces the ring, basking in their hatred.)
Drake King: Yeah. I did it. So what? I warned her, didn’t I? I TOLD her what was going to happen. But of course, she wasn’t going to get the memo. She thought that this was going to be another case of her trying to handle her business with me. After all, that little history-making moment she had two years ago by becoming the first female EAW World Champion? She had to pin that stupid husband of hers in order to do it. All week long, she was whining and crying, saying that she was going to get her revenge and her moment of glory at MY expense, but guess what? I never afforded her that. And now, here we are again, and I made sure that I did the same thing. There is no revenge to be had. No comeuppance. Not when I was the person who was wronged in this situation because silly old me thought that Myles and Minerva were going to be at the top of their respective games, but they weren’t. At the very least, “New Eden” wasn’t truly beaten in War Games, but when I have to go back-to-back in losing big matches this season that were far out of my control, how am I supposed to feel? Hm?
(He scowls.)
Drake King: People here don’t care for nuance or context. They’re just going to look at me and assume that I am washed, that I don’t have what it takes to be the best wrestler in the world anymore when that is far from the case. Minerva just had to replicate her sorry little Pain for Pride: Kingdom performance and was too slow to try and keep the match going, so now I have to settle for watching everything I built slip through my fingers because of other people and their incompetence? Because of their failure? No. I won’t accept that. I refuse to.
Drake King: So, I did what I had to.
(Drake paces back and forth in the ring, continuing on with some genuine frustration in his voice.)
Drake King: Yet again, I’m the villain. Yet again, I’m the guy everyone wants to sully and slander, but people like her get to go scot-free and not face any repercussions? That’s insane! But you know what? Instead of just letting all of that simmer and fester, I made sure that I took action.
(He stops pacing, standing dead center in the ring as he stares out at the crowd, his frustration boiling over into something darker. The boos rain down, but he doesn’t flinch. If anything, they seem to fuel him.)
Drake King: And now, here we are. Once again, I’m the villain, right? I’m the guy you all point fingers at, the one you want to slander and drag through the mud. But let’s talk about the real villain here. Minerva. Yeah, her. The woman who gets to walk around, whine, and play the victim, acting like I’m the reason her world is crumbling. But what about her? What about her choices? What about the fact that herself may not be all that good anymore? Crazy concept, right?! But you guys won’t entertain it, won’t you?
Crowd: MIN-ER-VA! MIN-ER-VA! MIN-ER-VA! MIN-ER-VA!
Drake King: Yeah, there it is. There you go. Well, guess what, idiots!?
(Drake leans over the ropes.)
Drake King: She isn’t coming back!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Drake King: That’s right! Boo all you want! It doesn’t change a thing! She’s not coming back. No miracle recovery, no last-minute comeback, no triumphant return. You can chant her name all night long, but it won’t bring her back from the grave I put her in!
(The crowd becomes even more hostile towards him. However, Drake doesn’t care. He simply stands there, a cruel grin curling across his face.)
Drake King: … Heh. You guys are pathetic. Nothing more than sad, blind little sheep who think this is all some kind of stupid fairytale. What, do you think she’s going to come back? Because she won’t. In fact, it would do her well if, once she is able to stop licking her wounds in bed, she focuses on being someone normal for once. Be a wife. Take care of the house. Maybe have some kids yourself so that Myles can stop weeping every night about his useless parents being dead, and you two can know what it’s like to have a normal family for once!
(The fans do not like that comment at all. However, Drake laughs.)
Drake King: I don’t know, guys, it’s just a thought! But I see you guys are just not the thinking type. Nothing but pure rage, and for what? Because I said the quiet part out loud? Because I gave Minerva some life advice that she desperately needs to hear? But fine. Be that way. It’s not going to change anything, though. I ruined Minerva, and she will never, ever be—
(But out of nowhere, the fans begin to cheer. And they cheer, and they cheer, almost becoming rabid. Drake King picks up on the sudden shift, confused as can be, but before he can figure out the direct source—)
(CRAAAAAAACK!!!)
Stew-O: WHAT THE—?! A KENDO STICK! DRAKE KING JUST GOT BLASTED WITH A KENDO STICK FROM BEHIND!!
(The crowd erupts into a deafening roar as Drake King stumbles forward, clutching his back in pain. The once-confident smirk on his face is completely gone, replaced by a look of shock and agony as he drops to one knee. The camera zooms in, catching the moment of pure disbelief on his face, but it’s quickly wiped away by another vicious crack of the kendo stick across his spine.)
Flannery McCoy: IT’S MINERVA! MINERVA IS HERE! SHE’S BACK, AND SHE JUST TOOK OUT DRAKE WITH THAT KENDO STICK!
Jake Mercer: THIS IS NUTS! MINERVA IS BACK, AND SHE’S NOT HOLDING BACK!
(Minerva isn’t entirely in the best of shapes. She was a little hunched forward in pain. The cut on her forehead, while scabbed over, still looked raw, and bruises, ranging from purple to brown, dot her arms and sides like war paint. But none of that seemed to matter right now.)
(Her eyes are laser-focused on Drake, filled with nothing but pure fury.)
(And with all of that anger and hate and need for revenge flowing throughout her body, causing it to tremble, she raises the kendo stick one more time…)
(CRACK!)
(CRACK!)
(CRACK!)
(CRACK!)
(CRACK!)
Stew-O: SEVERAL MORE SHOTS WITH THAT STICK HAS BEEN UNLEASHED! DRAKE KING IS CRYING OUT IN PAIN!
Jake Mercer: AND SHE FIRES OFF ONE LAST TIME — CRACKING THE KENDO STICK RIGHT ON TOP OF HIS HEAD!! :damn: !! IT SPLITS IN HALF UPON IMPACT!!
Flannery McCoy: DRAKE GOES DOWN, BUT MINERVA TOSSES THE BROKEN REMAINS OF THE STICK ASIDE, GRABS HIM BY THE ARMS, AND STOMPS DOWN ON HIS HEAD REPEATEDLY! OH MY GOD! I DON’T THINK I HAVE EVER SEEN HER THIS INCENSED BEFORE, BUT CAN YOU BLAME HER!? DRAKE KING DAMN NEAR JEAPORDIZED HER CAREER, AND TONIGHT, SHE IS BACK FOR BLOOD AND MORE!
Stew-O: And Minerva finally relents! However, it isn’t to give Drake King any kind of mercy whatsoever! She has him set up—
Jake Mercer: – AND HE GOES SPIRALING DOWN WITH THE FISHERMAN’S CROSS-LEGGED DDT, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE ‘SIREN’S LONELY SONG’!!! RIGHT ON TOP OF HIS HEAD!!
Flannery McCoy: Minerva has Drake laid out! However, she mounts him, shooting with pointed elbows, and… and… he’s BLEEDING! DRAKE KING HAS BEEN BUSTED WIDE OPEN!
Stew-O: All of that blood is staining her elbow! She doesn’t care, though! She continues until she is content, and she gets up, standing over Drake King!
(Minerva breathes heavily. The fans go crazy. Drake King is barely conscious. She grabs Drake by the throat, lifting his head so he’s forced to look up at her, while she picks up the microphone.)
Minerva: You thought you could end me..? You… thought you could break me? Well, look at what you’ve become now…
(Drake weakly tries to push her away, but it is absolutely no use. She steps back only to deliver a vicious kick to his ribs. Drake keels over, rolling to the side in pain.)
(She delivers a vicious kick to Drake’s ribs, sending him rolling to the side in pain.)
Minerva: At House of Glass, this ends. No more running, no more hiding behind your words. It’s you and me, Drake, and I promise you, when it’s over, you’ll be the one who doesn’t come back…
Minerva: … at least, not without some glass shards piercing your entire body, you fragile, little prick.
(She slams the microphone down and storms off.)
Stew-O: WOW! MINERVA WANTS DRAKE KING AT HOUSE OF GLASS! NEXT WEEK! SHE’S WILLING TO GO TO ANY LENGTHS IT MAY TAKE TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T WALK AWAY FROM ANY OF THIS UNSCATHED!
Jake Mercer: Or walk away at all.
Flannery McCoy: You reap what you sow and in this case? This could shape up to be the worst mistake Drake King has ever made.
(Back in the ring, Drake King is still down, his body wrecked from the kendo stick assault, blood dripping from his face. He slowly rolls onto his side, clutching his ribs in pain, his face contorted with agony. The camera zooms in on his bloodied, furious expression as he glares up at the ramp, watching Minerva disappear behind the curtain.)
(The camera shifts to a wide shot of the arena, with the fans still chanting Minerva’s name as the show fades to commercials.)
(A commercial plays for House of Glass, where Minerva and Drake King face off in a 10,000 Shards match.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!
(‘Notorious’ by UPSAHL begins playing and the lights flash green and white. The camera pans over to Mia Santoro moving through the crowd, tagging her fans. She signs a couple of autographs, before hopping over the barricade and sliding into the ring. She climbs up the middle rope, extending her arms out.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Key West, Florida, weighing in at 115 pounds, she is “LA DESPERADA” MIA! SANTORO!
Stew-O: Last week, Mia Santoro picked up a strong victory over Mia Inoue. Amongst the current New Breeds on Dynasty right now, Mia is starting to make a name for herself and tonight could do wonders going into House Of Glass.
Jake Mercer: Mia has been understandably frustrated about her position on this roster, being forced to bounce back from a loss to Vincent Mondrian with that victory over Mio as you mentioned. Her EAW career could change entirely depending on next week’s results!
Flannery McCoy: But she’s going to have to step it up tonight to prove that she stands a chance in such match. Because Glass Tables certainly is no slouch!
(‘Betty (Get Money)!’ by Yung Gravy drowns out Mia’s theme song, as the cocky as ever Clayton Golde makes his way out, emerging through the golden smoke. Standing at his side is his paid actress for the week, whom he gives a kiss. Clayton then blows her off, marching down the ramp, talking his shit to the booing crowd. He runs up the steps and enters the ring.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, currently residing in An Undisclosed Location in Romania, weighing in at 210 pounds, “THE GOSPEL” CLAYTON GOLDE!!!!
Jake Mercer: To Clayton Golde’s credit, he has a chance to wipe the taste of last week out of his mouth. Clayton thought that he would be able to easily humble the debuting Nejari Young– but that is far from what happened as he got brought down with a roll up! Tonight he needs to step it up, otherwise people may be asking what he’s doing in the New Breed Championship match at House Of Glass?!
Stew-O: I’m sure that loss has haunted Clayton for the past week as well, knowing how arrogant he is! Clayton and Mia both need to step their game up tonight. There’s no doubting the talent of Clayton, but his focus has always been the problem.
Flannery McCoy: To be honest? I can’t say I know who’s walking out with the win in this one. Both have their case, but it goes without saying this is a must-win! I’m sure BRAE and Issac Crow are watching this one real closely…
(DING DING DING!)
Jake Mercer: The bell sounds and both move cautiously around the ring, trying to get a feel for one another. The importance of getting a win this close to House Of Glass isn’t lost on either one…
Stew-O: And that shows as Mia Santoro is quick on the attack! She tackles Golde into the corner and starts swinging wildly on him! Golde covers up, and the referee has to intervene and pull her back! Mia is fired up already, while Golde has been caught completely off guard!
Flannery McCoy: She charges in once more, but the referee holds her back! Golde rushes over and rakes her eyes! She staggers backwards, holding her eyes in agony as Golde punches her down! The referee stops, seeing how Santoro went down and turns to him, reprimanding Golde!
Referee: (off-mic) I don’t know what you just did, Clayton, but I’m gonna warn you right now, keep it clean!
Clayton Golde: (off-mic) You don’t have to worry about me!
Jake Mercer: Mia tries her best to rise up but Clayton sends her back to the canvas with a mighty stomp to the chest! Clayton looks proud of himself right now as he slowly pulls Mia up, hooking the head for a vertical suplex… but Mia floats over and grabs the waist, trying for a german suplex! But Clayton slaps the hands away, elbowing her backwards! She bounces off the ropes, and dropkicks his knee out!
Stew-O: Mia is far from out of this one as Clayton stumbles up and she bum-rushes him with a corner clothesline. Mia grabs Clayton and throws him to the center, charging forward into a step up enzuigiri! The kick lands flush on the back of Clayton’s head and he flops to the canvas, out of it. Mia rolls him over with a cover in mind, but Clayton rolls away to the ropes for safety. A bit of an agitated expression on her face, but if she’s done her tape, everyone knows that Golde will not hesitate to be slimy in that ring.
Jake Mercer: I wouldn’t call it slimy. That’s tremendous ring awareness and he shows it once again. Mia approaches Clayton and starts to pull him up, but he yanks her into the ropes with a hotshot! Mia staggers backwards and Clayton begins to climb the top rope. This isn’t his avenue so early into the match, and it shows as Mia shoves him off the top and he slips to the apron, barely landing onto his feet! Clayton staggers, and Mia leaps into ANOTHER dropkick to the legs! Clayton loses his balance and flies off the apron, falling face first into the apron! Goodness, that had to have hurt!
Flannery McCoy: Clayton is laid out on the floor right now, nursing his jaw. A loud noise from the fans, I think many were hoping something like that to happen tonight! Mia rises to her feet and she begins clapping, I think she wants to go high risk! Clayton is nursing his jaw, still recovering outside of the ring. Mia hits off the ropes back and forth for momentum! HERE SHE COMES! WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!!
Stew-O: NO! CLAYTON SLIDES IN AND DROPS HER WITH A SUPERKICK! Mia crumbles straight to the canvas and that just sucked all the air out of the building. Clayton has already made some fantastic mid-match adjustments and we’re just getting started. Maybe he has evolved as a competitor, certainly looking to prove that he’s championship ready for House Of Glass coming up. Clayton drags Mia up to her feet and snatches her into a front facelock, looking around. Mia desperately tries to swat at the body, but it’s no use as he drags her head into the canvas with a beautifully executed DDT! The top of Mia’s head bonks against the canvas, doing very little to protect her head from hitting that hardwood! Clayton rolls her over and hooks the legs.
OOONNNNNNEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: BUT IT’S NOT ENOUGH! Mia kicks out at two! And Clayton’s expression right now is priceless! He sits up, looking at the referee. The referee raises two fingers up, but clearly Clayton needs to verify. And to be fair, that was a rough combination!
Clayton Golde: (off-mic) Are you kidding me, ref?! How was that NOT three!
Referee: (off-mic) She kicked out! I’m sorry! You need to focus on the matc-
Flannery McCoy: The referee can’t even finish himself, Mia is back up and shoves Golde chest first into the turnbuckles! He bounces off and she takes the waist from behind, using Golde’s momentum against him to hoist him up for a deadly saito suplex! Golde is down and out, and Mia pumps her fist. Now she’s back in this one, and there’s nothing that he can do about it! Mia rises to her feet, stepping out of the ring to the apron. She slowly ascends to the very top rope while Clayton is slowly recovering.. He looks up—
Jake Mercer: AND MIA DIVES OFF THE TOP WITH A BEAUTIFUL METEORA! SHE DRIVES CLAYTON STRAIGHT INTO THE MAT! Clayton is down, his eyes glassy as he stares up to the ceiling. Mia bounces up to her feet and she pulls him up, inflicting more damage with repeated punches and slaps. Clayton covers up, but he’s still rocked after that meteora. Mia backs up, and she dropkicks him into the turnbuckles. Clayton once again bounces off the corner, and Mia bounces him off with ANOTHER dropkick! Clayton staggers out again, and a third one does the job as he misses the turnbuckles and falls straight to the mat!
Stew-O: She has certainly woken these fans up right now! Clayton is trying to recover, using the ropes to help him up while Mia backs up, demanding that he rise! He slowly does and she’s prepared him! Mia frontrolls, catapulting herself up into a rolling thunder dropkick! Clayton hits the mat! Mia hooks the legs! This could very well be it!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Jake Mercer: But a kick out from Clayton! Mia shakes her head. Both have already tried to get this one over with. It’s fair they want to conserve their bodies before House Of Glass, but we need a winner tonight. Clayton crawls away, using the ropes to pull himself up. Mia nods her head, hitting off the ropes as she tries for a clothesline out, but Clayton ducks. He hoists her up, but she rolls over his shoulder for a sunset flip!
Flannery McCoy: Before the referee can drop down to cover, Clayton back rolls out of it! Mia sits up, trying to stand up— but he boots her right in the jaw. Clayton drags Mia up by the head and hooks her head, bouncing her legs off the ropes and spinning into a big vertical suplex! Clayton rises to his feet and flexes, a big grin on his face now that he knows he’s route back in control. He stares down at Mia and pulls her up, shoving her against the ropes. Absolute disrespect as now, he SLAPS HER!
Stew-O: Mia falls to a kneel, but I’m not entirely sure that was a good idea! Clayton is still disrespecting her while she recovers, but Mia bounces up to her feet and forearms him! Another forearm from Mia, and now she’s raining multiple over and over as he desperately covers up. Clayton staggers, and he then swings for her. Mia ducks and cracks him with a knife edge chop! Clayton winces out, because everyone heard that one! He tries to stagger away, but Mia gets him with a chop to throat! Clayton doubles over, holding his throat. He’s struggling to breathe, and Mia takes advantage, grabbing the head! She hooks the leg, looking for the Blackest Hour!!
Jake Mercer: Clayton is able to wiggle himself out at the last second, rolling out! He rolls out and falls to the floor, coughing his lungs out. He looks veey grateful that it didn’t end there. But Mia is on the pursuit! She rolls to the apron, taking the ropes! She springs up the middle rope, looking to fly into a springboard thrust kick to the outside! But Clayton leaps to the apron and trips her— forcing her to fall back of the head first on the apron! Mia hits the ground in agony and she flies to the floor, clutching at the back of her head! Clayton smirks and pulls Mia up. He lifts her up, dropping her with a teardrop suplex on the top of the barricades! Mia falls over, crying out in agony as she clutches at her back! Clayton drags Mia up and double underhooks the arms, turning and SLAMMING her with a BUTTERFLY SUPLEX ON THE RAMP!
Stew-O: Mia is wailing out in deep pain, and Clayton is just laughing at the boos! He takes his time, rising up to his feet. Clayton slides in and stares at the referee, demanding that he count. The referee obliges and does exactly that, and begins his count to ten. Oh come on! Of all ways to win this match!
OOOOOOONNNNEEEEEEE!!
TTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOO!!
TTTTHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEE!!
FFFOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRR!!
FFFFIIIVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
SSSIIIIIIIIIIIIXXXXXXXXXXX!!
SSSEEEEVVVEEENNNNNNNNN!!
EEEIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!
NNNNNNIIIINNNEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: MIA SLIDES IN RIGHT BEFORE TEN! CLAYTON IS IRATE! He drags her up, but Mia starts punching him back! She’s throwing with all she’s got— but Mia stops, holding her back in pain! Clayton staggers, holding his jaw. He sees Mia doubled over and approaches her, looking to inflict more punishment..
Stew-O: As he does— MIA CATCHES HIM WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE KNEE! THEN A ROUNDHOUSE TO THE HEAD! ‘TWO FOR THE ROAD’ CONNECTS! CLAYTON IS UNCONSCIOUS! MIA ROLLS HIM OVER AND HOOKS THE LEGS, NODDING HER HEAD PROFUSELY!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: LAST SECOND KICKOUT FROM GOLDE! These two have been firing off at all cylinders right now and that just wasn’t enough! Mia mounts Clayton and gets him back earlier, raining down furious punches! He covers up to the best of his ability, but she is killing him out there!
Stew-O: She keeps going, to the point the referee has to get involved! The referee pulls Mia off of Clayton while he hurriedly rolls away to the ropes. Clayton hugs the ropes, having no idea if Mia is approaching him or not. She reaches for him but Clayton elbows her in the ribs. He shoves her back and swings for her, but Mia ducks under and turns him back! She tries to lift him for an exploder suplex, but he drops down and hooks the waist. He hoists her up into a tilt-a-whirl position, dropping into a big backbreaker! He sits her up and runs off the ropes, charging into a boot to the jaw!
Flannery McCoy: Clayton drags her up, throwing her into the turnbuckles. Mia is leaned against the canvas, and he hits off the turnbuckles across from her! He looks for a dropkick into them, but she moves out of the way and his spine crashes into the middle rope! Clayton folds over, holding his back in agony! He cries out, while Mia steps out of the ring! She nods her head, slowly ascending up top! This could be the end right now! She points down to him… ‘CHASE THE FEELING!’ DIVING LEGDROP CRASHES DOWN ON CLAYTON!!
Stew-O: NO IT DOESN’T! HE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND MIA HITS THE CANVAS HARD! She rolls over, holding at her back! Clayton slowly rises and he yanks Mia up, throwing her into ‘THE 304!’ HIP TOSS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! NASTY IMPACT, RIGHT ON THAT HURT BACK! Clayton rolls her over and hooks the legs!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: MIA SHOOTS HER SHOULDER UP! That was a close one! And I don’t think Clayton is happy about it at all! Both of these want to end this match, but who’s going to be able to actually pull it off?! He rolls Mia away, taking a deep breath. Clayton slowly rises, running his hands through his hair. He paces around the ring, trying to figure out what he’ll take to win. Mia reaches up for the ceiling, gasping. Clayton pulls her up, and punches her right down!
Jake Mercer: He drags Mia up and slowly turns her, hooking the neck in an inverted position. Clayton nods his head. HE LEAPS INTO “C’EST LA VIE—“ MIA SNAPS HER HEAD UPWARDS AND HOOKS THE ARMS! BACKSLIDE COVER! SHE DRAGS HIM DOWN FOR THE COVER!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE—
Stew-O: CLAYTON ROLLS OFF THE COVER! Mia staggers up, and Clayton leaps into a sunset flip! She drags Mia down, hooking the legs for the cover— AS THE REFEREE SLIDES DOWN, HE GRABS THE MIDDLE ROPE!
OOOONNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, CCCLLAYYYTTTOOONNN GGOOOLLLLDDDEEEEE!!!
Flannery McCoy: CLAYTON STEALS IT! Those two were really starting to heat up at the end, but Clayton couldn’t figure out how to take out Mia Santoro, so he simply grabbed the rope and cheated to win this match!
Jake Mercer: You know how this one goes every single time, Flannery! A win is a win! You may not like it, but there will be no rules in the Glass Tables match either, and Clayton is just showing what he’s willing to do in order to achieve victory!
Stew-O: Mia Santoro fought valiantly tonight, but Clayton really did pull that one out of nowhere and I can’t imagine she’s very happy about it. I was looking forward to seeing more between those two!
(Clayton rolls out of the ring quickly, throwing his arms up in celebration. Mia sits up against the ropes, shaking her head. She’s in disbelief that she got caught so easily, while Clayton is still bragging up his victory.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show the backstage area of the Etihad Arena, as Dynasty Backstage Correspondent Michael Belfort is seen standing by with a microphone in hand. He has a smile on his face as he takes a moment before beginning to speak.)
Michael Belfort: Welcome back! What a show it’s been so far! With just a week left until House of Glass, the anticipation is through the roof from the Elitists to the fans! With all of Dynasty’s top Championships on the line, along with that, we have several grudge matches with issues that need to be settled. I’m with one of them tonight to get some words before their big match. Please welcome at this time… Holly Arrow!
(The camera goes over to show Holly Arrow as she’s seen making her way to the scene. She has a smile on her face as Michael greets her with a nod before continuing.)
Michael Belfort: Holly, thank you for joining us.
Holly Arrow: My pleasure.
Michael Belfort: First, I’d like to ask you about what happened last week on the show. You teamed with Saori Aizen and managed to get a victory against Specialists Champion Daniella Atlas and Vincent Mondrian, can we get your thoughts on that?
(Holly thinks for a moment, allowing her thoughts to simmer, before she looks to respond to the question.)
Holly Arrow: Well, I’ll say that I’m pretty glad to have gotten a win underneath my belt. I’ve been completely transparent in saying that it hasn’t been sunshine and rainbows, and I’ve faced a handful of losses this Season that I’m not proud to say have happened. But between all of that, you get moments where you get to put your foot down, and you could consider last week an example of exactly that. I guess if I had any regrets, admittingly, it would have been nice for me to have gotten the decision. Maybe that looks selfish on my end, but if I were the one to get the pin, then it would’ve made it crystal clear that I shouldn’t be seen as weak or whatever it is that people want to label me as. Maybe that also makes me look slightly insecure, but in Elite Answers Wrestling, everyone and their mother have big mouths and they certainly have a lot to say, everyone is going to try and be petty and nullify the things that I’ve done to try and prop themselves up as a result. No matter what I’ve managed to accomplish in this company.
Holly Arrow: Either way, my focus is completely on House of Glass right now. My focus is on making sure that I get a definitive win over Vincent Mondrian, and send a message that people won’t make the same mistakes that he did and I’ll finally be able to tear off the reputation that seems to follow me around these days.
Michael Belfort: Well I certainly believe it! Moving on-
???: No no, I think we’re done here.
(Michael hears the voice and immediately begins to cower away from the scene, as the camera pans over to show Vincent Mondrian as he’s seen making his way into the scene. He has a serious expression on his face, not very amused by all of this, as he eyes Holly, who isn’t very receptive to this appearance himself. It’s not long before he begins to speak himself.)
Vincent Mondrian: I’ll let you know right now, you shouldn’t be satisfied because Saori Aizen did all the work for you toward the end.
(The only thing that Holly can do in response to this is simply roll her eyes, because of course that’s the route that he wants to go as he approaches her.)
Vincent Mondrian: I just don’t believe that you’re as tough as you say you are. I’ve heard a lot about you, yet in our time acquainted, I haven’t seen much of what I’ve heard. It’s truly disappointing because my eyes have been focused on facing the very best, yet this result, in my mind, seems very obvious. I don’t believe House of Glass is mine to lose. The match last week did little to impress, and as far as I’m concerned, the loss is just more motivation for me to break through and beat you because I know that I have what it takes to be a top talent here. Meanwhile, you on the otherhand, have had all the time in the world yet even then you still have nothing to show for yourself, and your time has unfortunately come to pass. Four years and only one Championship that some people attribute to you having an experienced partner to help you out doesn’t mean much.
Holly Arrow: Funny, you’re going for the same narrative that everyone else has gone with, and you’re talking about being “different” from everyone else, aren’t you? I’m warning you right now, and it’s up to you whether or not you want to believe it, you should take me seriously as an Elitist and you should watch your mouth. It’s always easy for newer people like you to come in and think that you know everything, but you don’t. None of the other Elitists here do. So many people have their opinions of me, and you know what? Perhaps I haven’t done enough to change most of the talking points against me, but I’m certain things will finally change at House of Glass.
(Holly approaches Vincent, a cold look on her face while she does.)
Holly Arrow: Too many people have been able to elevate themselves at my expense, and that’s going to stop.
(The only thing that Vincent does in response is smirk.)
Vincent Mondrian: I like this fire out of you because it’s going to be even more satisfying for me to snuff it out of you.
Holly Arrow: Oh yeah? Try me.
(Holly turns around and makes her way out of the scene while Vincent watches on. He has a serious expression as it’s the last shot on his face before Friday Night Dynasty, from there, begins to fade elsewhere.)
(‘Let Me Hear’ by Fear, and Loathing in Las Vegas begins to sound through the speakers of the Ethid Arena as Saori Aizen comes out, surveying the crowd, who are booing her. Yet, she doesn’t let the reception get to her. She heads straight to the ring.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN…PLEASE WELCOME AT THIS TIME… THE WINNER OF THE 2024 DIVIDE & CONQUER MATCH… ‘THE ABSOLUTE BEING’…SAORI AIZEN!!!!!!
Stew-O: Saori Aizen is heading down to the ring. She wants nothing more than to get a couple things off her chest before facing Daniella Atlas for the Specialists Championship next Saturday at House of Glass.
Flannery McCoy: Saori Aizen earned the opportunity after winning the Divide & Conquer match at Territorial Invasion. This might be the most that we’ve seen Saori be focused on the task at hand. Something that Daniella Atlas would be to take under consideration going into her first title defense.
Jake Mercer: Daniella Atlas, when focused on the task on hand, has proven to be a force of nature. It wasn’t long ago where we saw Daniella in the shoes of Saori Aizen. Nothing more than a newcomer on the Showdown brand, who was looking to make a name for herself. Wasn’t successful in her title shot at a championship. But, with this second opportunity, it all began to click and it won her the Specialists Championship from KASAI. Saori will need to come into this match with a perfect game plan, if she wants to take that title from Daniella.
(Saori Aizen steps inside the ring before ducking her head through the middle rope and demanding for a microphone. She snatches the microphone from the timekeeper before standing in the middle of the ring. ‘Let Me Hear’ fades as the reception of the crowd has not. She gives the crowd a moment to simmer down before beginning her promo.)
Saori Aizen: Last week, I told Daniella Atlas that I am no one’s push over. I am no one’s weak link. I am not the woman that I was months ago. After all, I was the same woman who gave Daniella Atlas her first loss of the season.
(Obviously, the crowd begins to boo, but Saori Aizen continues on, not letting the reception bother her whatsoever.)
Saori Aizen: It’s bittersweet because it would have hit way more had that been the case for next week in the title match. But hey, silver linings right? And, at least, Daniella Atlas will be more comfortable with the feeling of losing by the time I come around and take the Specialists Championship away from her. People were quick to assume that I was nothing more than a too-full-of-herself rookie. Especially, after the Jaded Hearts title match back at Reckless Wiring. But, I showed that even with a setback, I wasn’t going to stay down for long. Sure enough, I’m the 2024 Divide & Conquer winner and pretty much, I killed off whatever kind of invincibility aura Daniella had to her name.
Saori Aizen: Although, we gotta give our champion some credit, right? I gotta give her some genuine props for what Daniella has been able to achieve so far. However, she is going toe-to-toe with the next dominant female in this division. I’ve been sharp and focused as of late. I can see my plans all coming into place and well, the outcome shouldn’t be surprising.
(Saori Aizen turns her attention to the stage.)
Soari Aizen: But, let’s get this show on the road. I’m calling you to step into the ring and look at the woman, who is going to end your reign prematurely.
(‘Vortex’ by Jinjer begins to blast through the speakers, receiving a mixed reception from the crowd. Daniella Atlas comes out. The Specialists Championship is glistening on her shoulder as she soaks in the reception of the crowd. Then, she focuses her attention on Saori Aizen before making her way towards the ring.)
Stew-O: Saori Aizen did not have to wait long for the Specialists Champion to make her presence felt. Daniella Atlas is going to give her challenger what she wants.
Flannery McCoy: I think that may be a mistake on the challenger’s part. Daniella Atlas has grown to be one of the most dominant forces on the Dynasty brand. Heck, she might as well be one of the most dominant in Elite Answers Wrestling. Since this season has begun, Daniella has been a completely different woman. Things have certainly clicked with her and that’s what’s made her dangerous.
Jake Mercer: Daniella Atlas became Specialists Champion at Territorial Invasion and there’s no way that she is looking to lose that title any time soon. Saori Aizen has a huge task ahead of her. Her second title opportunity in EAW. This is a huge opportunity to see if she can live up to all of those promises.
(Daniella Atlas steps into the ring and releases a chuckle. ‘Vortex’ dies down as she looks at Saori Aizen, who is standing across from her in the ring. Saori looks like she’s focused on business. Daniella is given a microphone by the timekeeper as she begins.)
Daniella Atlas: I’m not going to lie — it’s been amusing to see you run your move like the little rat that you are — literally and figuratively.
(The crowd goes “ooh” as Saori Aizen places a hand on her hip as she shakes her head. Straight away, Daniella Atlas is looking to get underneath the skin of the newcomer. She continues on with her point.)
Daniella Atlas: Honestly, I thought about coming on in and clearing house, so that no one would have to deal with your insufferable screeching, but I decided to sit back and let you get everything off your chest, so that you can make these grand promises that you won’t be able to make due on in the end.
Saori Aizen: Yet, it took you a little longer to get to this point. The Specialists Championship was not your first championship opportunity after all.
Daniella Atlas: I concede with that point. I remember the National Elite Championship match last season. It was a learning experience. It lit a fire underneath me to make sure that the next time I got a championship match, I wasn’t going to lose. Lo and behold, I was able to put the pieces together and that’s why I’m the champion and you’re not. In fact, maybe, if you were this generational, different talent that you portray yourself to be, you would be standing here as Unified Tag Team Champion. Maybe, Usagi Senshi would still have a career, but alas, that is not the case. Quel dommage.
Saori Aizen: The moment I lost, I got rid of the deadweight. I was able to nip the situation in the bud to make sure that I was not held down in the long run. I was able to make the changes I needed to make sure that I won’t not lose my next big opportunity. At Territorial Invasion, I proved that it was the best decision on my part. At the end of the day, Reckless Wiring doesn’t matter. It was nothing more than a setback that I was able to recover from. I showed that I only had myself to rely on and that’s what truly matters.
Daniella Atlas: Good; because when you lose at House of Glass, you’ll have no one to blame, but yourself for your own ineptitude—
Stew-O: AND, SAORI AIZEN HAD ENOUGH OF DANIELLA ATLAS AS SHE CONNECTS WITH A RIGHT FOREARM TO THE FACE! THEN, SHE GETS TO THE OFFENSE OF THE SPECIALISTS CHAMPION BY CONTINUING ON WITH THE PUNCHES TO THE FACE BEFORE SPINNING AROUND AND CONNECTING WITH A THRUST KICK TO THE GUT! THEN, SAORI TAKES A COUPLE OF STEPS BACK BEFORE RUNNING TOWARDS ‘THE BLACK FLAME’ AND CONNECTS WITH THE ‘RAMIE HAKKE’ — HER VARIATION OF THE BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE!
Flannery McCoy: NO! DANIELLA ATLAS WAS ABLE TO INVADE IT! THIS CAUSES SAORI AIZEN TO STUMBLE FORWARD, BUT SHE MANAGES TO CATCH HERSELF BEFORE COLLIDING WITH THOSE ROPES! SHE TURNS HERSELF AROUND AS DANIELLA CRACKS HER IN THE SKULL WITH THE HEADBUTT! SAORI GOES DOWN AS SHE ROLLS HERSELF OUT OF THE RING! I THINK THAT SHE MAY BE FLEETING AWAY!
(In fact, Saori Aizen is not fleeting away. She stands on the bottom of the ramp as she holds onto her nose. There is some concern that she may have injured it, but she takes her hand off the nose as she looks at the palm of her hand. There, the camera reveals the blood surrounding Saori’s nose and mouth. The headbutt that Daniella Atlas executed was enough for blood to pour out of Saori’s nose. Saori looks at the blood on her hand and she looks at Daniella, completely livid.)
Jake Mercer: OH BOY, SAORI AIZEN IS BOLTING BACK INSIDE THE RING —
(The crowd begins to boo as the camera pans to two security guards, who are pulling Saori Aizen out of the ring, just before she could get her hands on Daniella Atlas. Daniella is completely cackling as she knows that Saori can’t find a way to break free. Four security guards are racing in the ring, trying to hold back Daniella, in case she has intentions of getting at Saori. The crowd begins to boo. A “let them fight” chant begins to form in the front row, but it eventually dies down as Saori is being escorted out of ringside, putting an end to any aspirations of the two of them brawling before House of Glass. Daniella is trying to goad Saori to fight her, but she knows that it’s impossible for Saori to break free from the six security guards, who have formed a circle and are looking to push her up the ramp and away from the mess.)
Stew-O: It seems like these two are going to have to wait for House of Glass to get their hands on each other. Things have completely heated up. This has made this match at House of Glass more interesting.
Flannery McCoy: Not only that, but you add glass to the mix and it’s going to be a complete mess next Saturday.
(Saori Aizen is seen at the top of the ramp, completely headed as she yells at Daniella Atlas, who remains inside the ring. She walks closer to the ropes, looking in the direction of Saori. Daniella is smirking as she’s FINALLY able to get underneath ‘The Absolute Being’s’ skin. On that note, Dynasty fades elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for House of Glass, with Daniella Atlas defending the EAW Specialists Championship against Saori Aizen in a Glass Ropes match.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Give It Away’ by Red Hot Chili Peppers began blaring through the speakers to loud boos as Jay Starr strutted his way out onto the stage with a smug grin plastered across his face. The spotlight shone against his flashy sunglasses as Jay struck a pose with his custom-made long coat before he slowly made his way down the ramp towards the ring, paying a lot more attention to the cameras than the fans lining the front row.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 218 pounds… he is “SUPER-STARR” JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARR!
Stew-O: This is set to be quite an interesting match with two of EAW’s most recent signings going up against each other in a showcase of the New Breeds! Jay Starr has already had one match against Isaac Crowe, who is currently set to challenge for the EAW New Breed Championship at House of Glass!
Flannery McCoy: While it was a losing effort, Jay Starr showed a great effort against a certified championship contender in Isaac, and for his first match in the company I would say that’s a great debut! Too bad it’s combined with an ego that can compete against some of the biggest egos this industry has ever seen.
Jake Mercer: What are you TALKING about, Flannery? Do you SEE that man? One look at his six pack abs and you just know that he’s got the ladies begging for some personal Starr time! Don’t disrespect the Super-Starr like that, he’s going to be one of the biggest stars in this company someday!
Stew-O: :ayo:
Flannery McCoy: That ego may have cost him when he decided to argue with the referee last week rather than trying to follow up on his momentum, but that comes with the territory when it comes to EAW. Tonight, Jay has the chance to get his first win in EAW as he goes up against someone who seems to be his polar opposite when it comes to personalities!
(“The Seven Sisters” by Celldweller began playing to cheers as Corey Hale walked out onto the stage with a relaxed stride. He had a slight smile on his face as he looked around the arena, meeting eyes with the fans as he took in the sight of his first ever match in Elite Answers Wrestling. He stood there for a few moments, enjoying the moment, before making his way down the ramp with his eyes locked on Jay Starr.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at 200 pounds… he is THE CELESTIAL WANDERER, COOOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE!
Stew-O: Making his debut here tonight is the Celestial Wanderer, Corey Hale! I have to say, this guy may be convincing ME to get into some of this zen stuff, I couldn’t imagine having that relaxed type of confidence heading into an EAW debut match!
Flannery McCoy: The fans seem to like Corey’s demeanor, that’s for sure! We don’t know too much about this man just yet, but one thing I would advise against is disregarding him just because of his relaxed approach; one look in his eyes and you can tell he’s not only passionate about the wrestling business but he’s focused to start his career in EAW off on the right foot with a win against the egotistical Jay Starr!
Jake Mercer: Personally, I’m still rooting for the Super-Starr! That zen stuff can work sometimes, but nothing attracts the ladies quite like the classic long hair and six pack!
Stew-O: Your personal opinions aside, there’s no doubt that these two New Breeds will be looking to make a name for themselves against each other tonight; it’s any man’s game, but only one of the two can make it out with a win here tonight! Who’s it going to be? It’s time to find out!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! Corey Hale makes his way out of the corner with his eyes focused on Jay Starr, and Jay Starr walks out of his corner as well… but he seems to be focused less on Corey and more on the hard cam, where he’s posing in the spotlight! Corey Hale watches as he does this, not getting frustrated but rather staying calm…
Flannery McCoy: This only lasts for a moment, though, as Corey capitalizes on Jay’s eyes looking elsewhere as he runs up from behind and catches the Super Starr off guard with an elbow to the back of the head! That makes Jay stumble forward into the ropes, where Corey Hale pushes him against before catching him on the rebound with a waist lock!
Jake Mercer: With that waist lock attached, Corey wastes no time in throwing Jay Starr over head with a german suplex!
Flannery McCoy: It’s a shooting Starr!
Jake Mercer: :cmon:
Stew-O: Nevertheless, Corey Hale takes the early advantage in this match as he gracefully slides his way back to his feet as Jay arches his back in pain from that German suplex! Corey starts approaching Jay, but the Super Starr starts rolling over rapidly… before getting out of the ring from underneath the bottom rope! Corey tried to stop him by the time he realized what Jay was doing, but it was already too late.
Flannery McCoy: Now the Super Starr is outside the ring holding the back of his head while Corey gazes down at him before stepping out of the ring himself, making his way onto the apron before hopping down to ringside! He walks around the corner to get to the side of the ring Jay is standing by, but Jay blindsided him from around the corner the moment he got within range!
Jake Mercer: Genius! Can’t count a man like the Super Starr out! Now Jay Starr takes the reins as he bashes Corey Hale over the head with a heavy forearm smash! And he continues the assault with several more, forcing Corey Hale to stumble backwards up against the barricade!
Stew-O: It seems that Jay Starr is a fan of using the environment to his advantage as he’s taken to grabbing Corey by a fistful of hair and bashing his face against the top of the barricade! I can’t fault him for taking advantage of his surroundings, but it’s becoming clear what type of competitor Jay Starr is; with Corey Hale thoroughly dazed after having his head bounced off the barricade, Jay grabs his wrist and Irish whips him back into the ring by force!
Flannery McCoy: Jay Starr quickly follows suit by getting back into the ring himself, and the moment he does so, he sees Corey Hale scrambling to get back to his feet! The Celestial Wanderer is only able to make it back to a kneeling position before a low-angled dropkick by Jay Starr sends Corey Hale back to the canvas, this time with his back to the mat!
Jake Mercer: Still lying down himself, Jay Starr plants a foot on the chest of Corey Hale and crosses his other leg over, striking a pose as the referee starts counting that creative and aura-filled pin!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Stew-O: But Corey Hale is able to break out with relative ease, since there wasn’t too much pressure keeping his shoulders pinned to the mat! That kick out caused Jay Starr to stumble out of his pose, causing an angry scowl to replace the cocky smirk that was on his face not too long ago! The Super Starr drags Corey back to his feet before pushing him up against the ropes; before the referee can object, Jay grabs his wrist and Irish whips him yet again, sending him running towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring!
Flannery McCoy: Corey Hale rebounds off the ropes and starts running back to the Super Starr, who looks to catch him with a running high knee– BUT NO, Corey Hale is able to duck underneath at the last second! Corey keeps on running as Jay Starr starts to turn around to get Corey back in his sights, but all he manages to see is Corey Hale performing a handspring off the ropes and launching himself backwards into him with a back elbow!
Jake Mercer: Even I’ve got to admit, that was some crazy athleticism by the Celestial Wanderer right there! That is enough to knock Jay Starr off his feet and bring him crashing down to the canvas, although he manages to start scrambling up pretty quickly; it isn’t quick enough to get away from Corey Hale, though, as he thrust kicks Jay to send him flying back into the corner!
Stew-O: That leaves the Super Starr cornered as Corey rushes at him and leaps into the air before crashing into him with a flying corner clothesline! Now that’s a tremendous blow from the Celestial Wanderer, and he’s not through with the Super Starr yet, as he follows it up by lighting Jay up with a flurry of knife-edge chops!
Flannery McCoy: That body that Jay Starr prides himself on so much is starting to redden and blister as Corey Hale does not let up with these heavy-handed chops, and the crowd is cheering along with each and every one of them!
Jake Mercer: How can they cheer at that?! Corey Hale is trying to ruin the Super Starr!
Stew-O: Corey Hale finally lets up and pulls Jay Starr out of the corner before hurling him towards the ropes, this time making Jay Starr be the one that rebounds back towards him! Rather than going for one of Jay’s running high knees, though, Corey opts instead to catch Starr on the rebound with a snap overhead belly to belly suplex, and that abrupt landing shakes the ring with its force!
Flannery McCoy: Corey flips himself over onto Jay Starr and hooks the leg, looking for the pinfall victory!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: :blessed:
Stew-O: Jay Starr is able to kick out before the three count, leading Corey Hale to narrow his eyes as he feels the intensity starting to build up! The Celestial Wanderer staggers back to his feet, now feeling a bit more gassed as he starts hyping the crowd up! He makes his way to the corner as he measures the Super Starr up, and sure enough, Jay Starr starts to stagger up himself with his hand on his back, still seeming to be reeling from the pain dealt by that marvelous suplex!
Flannery McCoy: As soon as Jay Starr is back on his feet, Corey Hale rushes towards him with dangerous intentions, getting right near him before leaping off his feet and launching his knee up! He grabs Jay Starr’s head as he looks to take him down with ZENBREAKER, the running single knee facebuster– BUT JAY IS ABLE TO AVOID GETTING TAKEN DOWN! HE FORCES COREY OFF, MAKING HIM DROP TO THE CANVAS BACK-FIRST ALL ALONE!
Jake Mercer: THAT’S THE TICKET, JAY! The Super Starr stays on his feet with a cocky smirk on his face as he realizes he just took the reins of the match back from the Celestial Wanderer, and he wastes no time as he staggers his way up the turnbuckles and finds his perch up on the top one! Corey Hale staggers his way up to his feet as he tries to recover from being shoved down with such force, but Jay Starr won’t let him recuperate as the Super Starr flies off the top turnbuckle and crashes into the Celestial Wanderer with a diving crossbody! Now THAT’S what you call a Shooting Starr, Flannery!
Flannery McCoy: :wow:
Stew-O: Jay Starr hooks the leg off of the crossbody, and the referee goes in for the count! Jay’s trying harder to keep Corey down this time, will it pay off?!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Flannery McCoy: But Corey Hale is still able to get the shoulder up before the count of three, meaning that he is still in this match! Jay Starr is looking really frustrated now; I can’t imagine that kind of anger is good for his complexion!
Jake Mercer: Oh please, you think he doesn’t have skincare products that’ll fix whatever issues come from stress in the ring? Nevertheless, though, he slaps the mat in anger as he pushes the hair away from his face and shoots a venomous glare at the Celestial Wanderer; that’s the look of someone who’s looking to take your head off the moment he gets the chance, and he’s looking for that chance right now!
Stew-O: I hate to say it, but you’re right; Jay is crouched in the corner as he measures Corey Hale up with the Celestial Wanderer starting to stir after having successfully kicked out of that pinfall attempt by the Super Starr! This is the exact position Corey was in not too long ago in the match, but Jay Starr is showing that the tables have turned with him in control now! Corey Hale crawls forward and brings himself up to a kneeling position as he tries to get onto his own two feet!
Flannery McCoy: It may be that Jay Starr was only looking for Corey to get into that kneeling position, though, as the Super Starr rushes forward before Corey even gets a chance to rise to a standing position! Before Corey Hale can react, Jay makes it to him and CONNECTS WITH A SHINING WIZARD! JAY CALLS THAT MANEUVER THE SHINING STARR, AND IT SURE LOOKS LIKE IT’LL LEAVE A SHINER ON THE CELESTIAL WANDERER AS IT JUST KNOCKED HIM OUT ONTO THE CANVAS! IS THIS IT FOR COREY?! JAY IS GOING FOR THE PIN!
Jake Mercer: :adpeek:
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-
Jake Mercer: :wtf:
Stew-O: SOMEHOW, COREY HALE MANAGED TO FIND THE WHEREWITHAL TO KICK OUT OF THE SHINING STARR! Jay is slapping the mat even harder than before as the frustration is starting to boil over with Corey kicking out of everything that the Super Starr is throwing at him!
Flannery McCoy: With that being said, the margin by which he’s kicking out keeps getting slimmer and slimmer; Jay may be able to get the win in this match at this rate, if he’s able to land one more big move on the Celestial Wanderer!
Jake Mercer: And that seems to be exactly what Jay Starr has in mind; one look at the expression on his face as he glares down at Corey Hale tells the tale! He glances up at the top turnbuckle and starts to slowly climb up to the top turnbuckle; meanwhile, the Celestial Wanderer is barely able to move a muscle! This is it!
Stew-O: Jay Starr makes it to the top turnbuckle once more and stands as tall as he can before pointing up to the stars, presumably, and taking aim at Corey Hale down below! With nothing stopping him, Jay Starr takes flight, PERFORMING A BACKFLIP AS HE PLUMMETS DOWN WITH THE SUPER STARR PRESS, HIS FINISHING SHOOTING STAR PRESS MANEUVER!
Flannery McCoy: BUT WAIT, AT THE VERY LAST MOMENT, COREY HALE IS ABLE TO ROLL OUT OF HARM’S WAY! THERE’S NOTHING TO CUSHION THE SUPER STARR’S LANDING AS HE CRASHES DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A LOUD THUD! JAY IS LEFT CLUTCHING AT HIS RIBS IN DEEP PAIN AS THE HIGH-RISK HIGH-REWARD MANEUVER TURNED OUT TO BE A RISK THAT BACKFIRED!
Jake Mercer: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: Corey Hale grabs the writhing Jay Starr’s head and drags him up to his feet in spite of all the pain he’s already feeling; he has him in an inverted facelock and reaches his arm up high before spinning himself and executing a spinning headlock elbow drop, his signature ‘As Above, So Below’ maneuver! That leaves Jay Starr almost motionless with his back to the canvas!
Flannery McCoy: But I don’t think Corey Hale is done quite yet as he staggers his way to the corner and drags himself up to the top turnbuckle despite all the pain he must be feeling right now! He manages to make it to the top turnbuckle and rises up with his back turned to the ring! He can’t see Jay right now, so he must have a lot of faith in that signature move keeping Jay right where he wants him!
Jake Mercer: PLEASE MISS! PLEASE MISS!
Stew-O: COREY LAUNCHES HIMSELF OFF THE TURNBUCKLE, SPINNING LIKE A TOP IN MID-AIR BEFORE CRASHING DOWN ON JAY STARR! THE 540 CORKSCREW SENTON CONNECTS, AND THAT IS KNOWN AS COREY HALE’S QUANTUM LEAP! AN UNBELIEVABLY DIFFICULT MOVE TO EXECUTE, BUT COREY JUST FOUGHT THROUGH THE PAIN AND PULLED IT OFF, AND NOW HE HOOKS THE LEGS OF THE SUPER STARR!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… THE CELESTIAL WANDERER, COREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE!
(“The Seven Sisters” by Celldweller began playing once again to loud cheers as Corey Hale was helped up and had his arm raised in triumph by the referee! Corey raised his other arm himself and celebrated the victory as he was serenaded with cheers by the fans in attendance.)
Stew-O: Credit to both New Breeds, that was an incredible match to witness from EAW’s two most recent signings! They both gave it their all to walk away from this match with a victory on their records, but in the end, it was Corey Hale who managed to walk out triumphant with a win for his debut match!
Flannery McCoy: With this win, Corey Hale marches into the rest of his EAW career on the right foot and surely will be looking to use this as the start to a long-lasting wave of momentum that may lead him through a journey that he’ll enjoy thinking back on at the end of his career!
Jake Mercer: Even with a loss, Jay Starr showed the type of star power that EAW elitists need to have in order to become a main event mainstay; if Jay is able to keep it up, these early losses won’t mean a thing when he makes it as big as I know he can!
(The video feed continued to linger on Corey’s victory celebration as Jay Starr came to and looked on in disappointment, before fading to black.)
(The scene is a beautiful restaurant that is absolutely held up by the scenery. The gorgeous Abu Dhabi in the background as we pan to a table. A familiar voice can be heard as the view made itself apparent for what’s taking place.)
Rex McAllister: I just wanna go ahead and break the ice, thanks for first and foremost accepting the formality to be out here on this rendezvous occasion!
(Rex McAllister sat in his own seat looking remarkably fresh, alongside Raven Roberts who was dressed to perfection. But the people they were speaking with was; none other than Bea Valentine and Michael Machina themselves. Michael had a suit on himself, as Bea had her own dress on that basically looked like one she’d wear at any time.)
Raven Roberts: And I am particularly very happy that you guys obliged for this date and, welll.
Rex McAllister: For this challenge. We really wanted to set the tone, and it takes a lot of dedication to your craft, to not only step up, but shoot across brands when doing so.
Raven Roberts: I have watched both of you be these notable elitists quickly. And it really is a saying for your talent, you pull it off very well.
(Michael Machina and Bea Valentine raised an eyebrow, Bea specifically. Michael was confused by her.
Bea Valentine: (inaudible) Should I be shocked? I kind of, you know, expected to be called a bitch or a slut or something?!
Michael Machina: (inaudible) No…? They aren’t like that at all from what I have seen.
Bea Valentine: Oh. Still!
(Bea shrugged, as the waiter came to the table.)
Waiter: What will you four be having to drink tonight?
Bea Valentine: Yes hi, I want a very, very typical meal..I want tomato covered etiquette, filled to the brim with cheese. I want it to be very fulfilling and I want slices of only your finest deli meats on the side. And for the beverage: your finest hydration source with enough nutrients to succumb!
Raven Roberts: So.. to me that sounds like you described Pizza and Water.
Bea Valentine: No, I described pizza and water–
Rex McAllister: ……
Michael Machina: ……
Raven Roberts: ……
(Bea saw all the eyes pointed at her as she just stood there pretty embarrassed.)
Bea Valentine: ……
(Soon, we cued back to the table as they all had the drinks they ordered. Raven took a drink, as she rested her elbow on Rex and spoke.)
Raven Roberts: Reminding myself of all the great times we’ve had together, is one of my favorite pass times most truly. I love to look at where we were this time years ago, and how far we have come. Even when I take off the rose tinted goggles, it’s hard for me to not truly forget it all.
Rex McAllister: They were the best times, and look at where we are now. Along the way there have been issues, but we have cut every vine that wrapped around us.. But I do look at those times, we were absolutely torched with fire back when.
Raven Roberts: That is true.. I haven’t seen that many like us, until well..
(She motioned towards Bea and Michael as Rex nodded.)
Rex McAllister: What haven’t you accomplished, that you’d like to accomplish?
Bea Valentine: GOOD QUESTION, actually Mike and I have spoken about this, and do we just go ahead and say it on 3? Alright! We both want to WIN singles matches on the same night and–
Michael Machina: As nice as that is Pheebs, that is nowhere close as to what we spoke about. We both spoke on how we’d like to be back to where we were this time last year. Both of us rocking and rolling as champions.
Bea Valentine: Oh, that is true. This time last year we were both respectively dominating our divisions! You had the New Breed Division out down, and me, I was torturing the SHIT out of the Specialists division with Gloria! Albeit, you know…
Michael Machina: I know..?
Bea Valentine: Back when I kind of disliked you, thought you were an ass.
Michael Machina: I kind of always got that impression in the rare times we spoke prior.
Bea Valentine: Which is just so SAD 💔 we won CHAMPIONSHIPSSS on the same night and didn’t even realize the thing 😮💨!
Michael Machina: Sometimes the universe just works in mysterious ways, though I never believed in that destiny bullshit unless it’s self-made. But yeah, back to you guys. Back to doing what we gotta do, and ruling however we gotta rule.
Rex McAllister: I respect that sentiment, everyone here at this table has a common denominator. We’ve won, and we’ve won when it mattered the most.
Raven Roberts: We’ve also lost when it mattered the most, so we all understand completely the idea of what it takes to be an Elitist, and the sacrifices we make.
Rex McAllister: And I really want to ask, because you all seem very busy on your own terms. Being situated with whatever plays out on Voltage for you two. So I want to ask, why go out of your way for this?
Michael Machina: Since my arrival on Voltage, it’s been booming at a high level. I’ve been a wanted commodity before even uttering a single word in the brand, that kind of attention has only attracted further attention on me from fans and peers alike. I enjoy it, and most importantly, I need to deserve it.
Bea Valentine: Admittedly I was not exactly head over heels about this to the same extent that Mikey was 😅 BUT!! I’ll have you both know that it did not take much to convince me otherwise! I am also all the more adamant about competing anddd likely defeating two very respected former Tag Team Champions!! We must continue our ascent as the elitists that we are, and this is exactly how we must go about it!
Michael Machina: Yeah, I’d say she put that perfectly.
(Rex & Raven would nod their heads while glancing to one another, as Raven then quickly glanced back over to them and crossed her own arms, leaning back.)
Raven Roberts: We are certainly open to challenges such as these, but I must declare that we are not exactly keen on being used as stepping stones.
Bea Valentine: Well, we do quite understand that, I would too! Uh, but—
Michael Machina: That’s the nature of this business. There will always be elitists like us, professional wrestlers like us. Younger, hungrier, and determined talent like us ready to rise to the top. You may not be keen on it, but this business doesn’t care about how any of us feel about anything, I’d know. It tried to spit me out the second I tried to shoot my shot at gold.
Bea Valentine: Why yes! He’s absolutely correct!! We need this so we can solidify our spots, and also revisit such a glorious day of our careers where House of Glass ensured we would be remembered for good!!
Rex McAllister: I understand you both completely, I really do. Trust me, the allure of taking down big names and making even bigger names for yourselves, it’s something that every career eventually pursues. But you do know what I have to say next—we can’t have that happen against us.
Raven Roberts: It has been quite sometime since we’ve both held gold, and I’d say we are adamant about focusing our attention back on the Jaded Hearts very soon. We will get back in the title picture, but without any sense of entitlement.
Rex McAllister: The champs’ have had it decently well, and most likely will continue to do so considering their next challengers at Wicked Games.
(Michael tilts his own head a bit, squinting his eyes.)
Michael Machina: I wouldn’t exactly put it like that…
Raven Roberts: Michael, I agree with Rex. I do believe they will ultimately have it a bit easier if it happens to be yourself and your partner… Methuselah can very well use you, however he pleases, before he gets tired of you. It’s happened plenty of times before.
(Michael lets out a slight chuckle as he looks toward them.)
Michael Machina: Damn, so you two just really love to write people off before the results are seen? Is that what’s gonna happen for our match?? ‘Cause maybe I’ll have to remind you of what not to do when speaking on me.
Bea Valentine: Uh alright Mikey let’s just settle down!
(Bea places a comforting hand over his shoulder, as Michael glanced downward for a brief moment, while Bea looked at Rex & Raven.)
Bea Valentine: Kindly hop off it ☺️!
(The tensions rise for a significant moment, until the food eventually arrives at the table, as Rex forms a slight grin and leans forward.)
Rex McAllister: Empty stomachs usually get you riled up easier, that was some perfect timing.
Raven Roberts: We really do wish you two well, but come the show, when it’s all said & done, Fire & Ice will absolutely be on top…
(Michael & Bea would smirk to themselves, as Bea lets out a slight laugh.)
Bea Valentine: And we will ensure, my dear.. That does not happen.
(The four would proceed to raise their glasses upward as they looked toward each other, respectively confident.)
Rex McAllister: ‘Till glass.
Michael Machina: Do us part.
(The scene soon fades from there.)
(“Duel Of The Fates” hits the speakers as the New Breed Champion BRAE makes his way out. He swiftly marches down the ramp, New Breed Championship around his shoulder, sporting a snazzy suit. He wasted no time as he stood at the bottom of the ramp.)
Stew-O: BRAE looks more hyped than ever to be out here, but maybe a little bit angry after what occurred last week.
Flannery McCoy: BRAE was that close to beating Joso, and without a doubt in my mind; he absolutely 100% feels a sort of way.
Jake Mercer: I know he has a chip on his shoulder, and let’s see how he bites that chip off here.
(BRAE got into the ring almost swiftly, his theme finally died down, he stood there pacing back and forth.)
BRAE: 4 long months. I have been the New Breed Champion, and for 4 long months my timer of being New Breed Champion has ticked down. We are over 100 days, and now I am in a water thicker than anything I have ever been in. Are the walls closing on my time as champion…? Maybe, just maybe they are.. I find that after being that big shark this entire time, they’ve all got me surrounded. But it’s been this way, time after time. It’s been someone thinking they have what it takes to step up to me; and when they look me in the very eyes; the only vessel that can escape is fear. As they are brought back down into the ocean of empty. But I wanna refer to something that happened last week; I wanna look at my match with Joso.
(BRAE paced around the ring, as he stopped, just disappointed at what went down.)
BRAE: If it goes to show, how much of a stranglehold I have over the New Breed Division, that you are going out of your way to cost me matches that you had no business intruding in, Isaac Crowe.. then maybe you should have kept your ass swimming in the kiddie pool.
(BRAE laughed, but as quick as he had the unserious tone, he abandoned it.)
BRAE: I just wanna be 100% honest with you. I am beyond angered with how you reared your ugly head in my situation. One that you had no business in, one that you had no reasoning to pan into. If you felt what I felt earlier this year at King Of Elite, then maybe it would all be different. But you didn’t feel that, you’ll never feel that. Because you are not good enough to be close to winning a match against someone like Joso. You have a far reach to grab, Isaac. You ruined my chance, and when you come face to face with me in that ring.. well…… I am just saying this though, Do not think for a minute my focus is all targeted on one simple person. I look directly at you; Clayton Golde and Mia Santoro. Both of you are just as hungry. And I know how hungry you are Mia Santoro. You have been hungry for an entire year now. If all of you think that my focus is going to be directly on one person, specifically.. then think not. Because every single one of you can get what you step into the fray for, and every single one of you can–
???: Hold that thought.
(The sound of a microphone cut BRAE off, as Isaac Crowe slowly walked out, the grin on his face with the sound of victory in his ears ringing. Knowing he proudly cost BRAE an important match last week.)
Isaac Crowe: BRAE.. as much as I want to go ahead and say that you have done a nice dandy job at champion, I want to reflect that positivity towards something else. Look at how hard I have worked these last couple weeks. Doing the very best of my abilities, capitalizing on every opportunity granted to me. And speaking of capitalizing, I got inside your head. I exist within that realm of your mind now; how do you feel about that??? I can finally make a name for myself. All the momentum is colliding in..
(Isaac got into the ring, standing before BRAE.. as he just looked serious.)
Isaac Crowe: My favor.
BRAE: All that momentum is swinging in your favor, but it’s only gonna lead you tumbling off a cliff. Don’t come at me with this bighead, because I will jam a needle in it to deflate it. You are yet to scratch the surface. You wanna come out here with theater acting classes and first day smack talk 101 I suggest severely that you watch what you say. Or we can have half of that New Breed Championship match early.
Isaac Crowe: Is that so..?
(The tension boiled, Isaac was in the face of BRAE now, as a brawl was about to occur… BRAE was not backing down, and Isaac looked like he was about to throw the first punch.. but..)
???: Aye, guys stop, let’s be honest here.
(Clayton Golde stepped out of the fray, as the distraction from the ring was now on stage.)
Clayton Golde: You guys, there’s a genuine hurricane smacking dab through the middle of Tampa. And they named it Hurricane Milton; I feel like if you really wanna get people to get the fuck out of there: you gotta give it a REAL name. Like; Hurricane Golde! Because it’s in the name ladies and gentlemen. GOLD(e) with an E at the end. New Breed for the Original Alpha Male. And all that stands in my way is..
(Clayton slowly slid into the ring, as he looked at BRAE first.)
Clayton Golde: Goku if he had decided to become a combat professional, like dude. There is no super saiyan, put the weights down for 2 seconds. And AS for you.. Isaac… JESUS CHRIST. Were you born after your goth parents conceived you at the fucking premiere of the Crowe??
(Clayton raised an eyebrow, as he just looked at Isaac wide eyed, trying to paint the portrait. But BRAE just laughed and clapped back.)
BRAE: Hey, at least my methods actually work. Because look at me, I am holding championship gold in my hand. And you…? You make a fortune selling bullshit to impressional young men that have no lack of guidance in their life. You are nothing more than a scammer who needs to prey on the vulnerable in order to feel solace.
Clayton Golde: WOAH, WOAH. BEFORE YOU WANNA TOSS ALLEGATIONS ON MY FUCKING NAME, MAKE SURE–
???: Boys.
(Mia Santoro came in right on cue, a look of annoyance on her face. The 3 turned to her, leaning on the ropes on the apron.)
Mia Santoro: All of you are too easy with your own fragile masculinity. Come on now, guys.. be so serious with yourself, please! I know that from the way you see it, I am the only girl in this match. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen a female New Breed Champion also. A year and a half now, but look at me right now. I have every intention to shock the world and give the result you could have never expected..
(Clayton Golde just bursts out in laughter, as he stares at her.)
Clayton Golde: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA No.
(Clayton shakes his head in disappointment.)
Clayton Golde: I already beat you, but being the woman you are, clearly that’s something that hasn’t gotten through to you just yet. So if I were you, I’d walk on out of here and go to a place you’re better suited to be in.
Mia Santoro: You cheated, do you really think I’m just going to stand for that?
Clayton Golde: Yes.
(Clayton turns away casually, as Isaac looks at her.)
Isaac Crowe: You come merely marching aesthetic, you have no idea the true duality of the race you are in.
Mia Santoro: (Off Mic) Aesthetic? weird bastard!
(Mia Santoro just looked disgusted as BRAE looked at her..)
BRAE: You, Mia. Come marching a great fight, and as long as you are my opponent in that ring; there’s always a chance. But you know what, with the way you are all acting; nothing more than weak links.
Clayton Golde: Hey you watch it buddy–
(CLAYTON GOLDE GOES FOR A CHEAP SHOT WITH THE MICROPHONE, AS BRAE SAW IT COMING, AND DUCKS CLAYTON GOLDE TO THE GROUND!)
Stew-O: AND CLAYTON THROWS THE FIRST SHOT, BUT BRAE LANDS THE FIRST PUNCH!
Flannery McCoy: BUT LOOK, ISAAC CROWE IS IN THE GAME NOW, AS HE CHARGES AT BRAE, WHO DUCKS AND SENDS HIM FLYING INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Jake Mercer: Isaac Crowe into the turnbuckle, as Mia Santoro hangs high…. AND DROPS ISAAC DOWN WITH A BOOT TO THE FACE!
(The boot knocked Isaac down, as BRAE and Mia were the only two standing, and a competitive nod was all that remained.
Stew-O: And BRAE and Mia Santoro with a show of respect, as Mia leaves the ring–
Flannery McCoy: AND THE MORRIGAN CONNECTS FROM BRAE ONTO MIA SANTORO!!
(BRAE kicked Mia Santoro across the jaw to make the statement as the only one standing was the New Breed Champ himself.)
BRAE: (Off Mic) For every game that we play, just know that at House Of Glass all of your dreams of becoming a champion at my expense, will shatter. Like glass.
(That was the final shot from there, as the scene faded out with BRAE holding the title.)
(A commercial plays for Transformers One with Bea Valentine as Bumblebee.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Pride & Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki can be heard across the speakers as the most polarizing reception can be heard throughout the arena tonight. Drake Armstrong emerges from the back with a cocky expression plastered on his face, amused by the negative energy revolving around his presence due in part to the crowd as he proceeds to step down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Scarsdale, New York, weighing in at 245 pounds…. DRAAAAKE, ARMSTRONG!!!
Stew-O: And here we have the most experienced of the two elitists in this main event tonight, as Drake Armstrong is looking to place another victory in the books on a Dynasty main event. Drake has had Kirk in his crosshairs as they will collide at House of Glass, but this will certainly be the example he looks to make of his opponent.
Flannery McCoy: Considering how Armstrong has been able to defeat Hall of Famers in such main events on this very show, his opponent will have quite the test ahead if he looks to defeat the former Interwire Champion in all of his polarizing glory.
(‘Carnival’ by Ty Dolla Sign, Ye & ¥$ can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds in loud reactions, with Nejari Young emerging from the back with an energetic demeanor as he looks outward to the crowd. Young looks toward the ring, nodding to himself as he exhales deeply before heading down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Shreveport, Louisiana, weighing in at 228 pounds… NEJARIIIIIII, YOUNG!!!
Stew-O: And here we have an elitist who has not even spent a full month of in-ring competition as a competitor here, and he’s stepping into his first Dynasty main event! Nejari has quite the opportunity for himself here, and there’s no better way to have all of the momentum by defeating an elitist like Drake Armstrong!
Jake Mercer: Which is ultimately far easier said than done, this is an elitist that will always have a plan for any situation he’s placed within. Nejari can surely prove himself when facing Drake Armstrong, so we will be seeing exactly what this young elitist is made of…
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Drake Armstrong will be taking in Nejari Young right here for our Dynasty main event tonight! Nejari is being given quite the opportunity here as he’s having his first main event bout on the show in just his second match, which I’m sure will be giving him all the more confidence in the world to be had against an opponent of Drake Armstrong’s caliber! Of course, this is far easier to say about Nejari than it can be depending on how he handles this match tonight. Armstrong will be met with a foe who he is entirely unknown to when it comes to his abilities, but this is an elitist who has been able to experience multiple main events as Nejari is just scratching the surface of the platform he’s been given right here.
Flannery McCoy: Nejari surely has a grand test ahead of him against Drake Armstrong, but this will be a surefire reminder of how these main events can come along for anybody who is willing to take on the opportunity at hand! Now Nejari and Drake are pacing around, as Young is looking to raise his own arms upward while Drake may be looking to keep a solid distance for the moment, but not before the two opponents finally approach one another and decide to lock up in this collar and elbow tie-up! Now they’re trying to mount any valuable space here as they’re looking to push each other back, with Drake getting the better of this exchange as he’s now leaning Nejari backward and directly into the ropes as the referee begins to count!
Jake Mercer: The referee is now counting down as Drake will surely not be all too pleased with disqualifying himself against Young, but this figures itself into place more efficiently as Young is now able to raise his hands up after Armstrong slowly backs himself away, with the referee stopping his count as Armstrong is not looking to cause an abrupt end of this match.. ONLY TO SWING TOWARD NEJARI IMMEDIATELY AFTER—BUT NEJARI DUCKS THE SWING AND TURNS HIMSELF BACK TO NAIL THE UPPERCUTS TO DRAKE! ONE UPPERCUT LANDS! ANOTHER! Drake is leaning against the ropes as Nejari is applying the pressure toward Armstrong after his attempt to catch the newcomer off guard!
Stew-O: Now Nejari is grabbing a hold of Armstrong’s wrist and looking to toss him forward to the opposite ropes, as Armstrong is now turning himself and using Nejari’s own momentum against him to irish whip his opponent against the ropes instead! Nejari is forced to rebound from the ropes and motion forward as Drake’s looking to send Nejari crashing down to the mat with an emphatic BIG BOOT—BUT NEJARI DUCKS THE BOOT! Armstrong shifts himself around here as he’s met with a KNIFE EDGE CHOP across Armstrong’s chest!!! Armstrong felt every bit of that chop as Nejari has successfully managed to keep Drake at bay, giving this all he’s got as he’s making sure he can remain on pace to keeping the former Interwire Champion from mounting his own control!
Flannery McCoy: Nejari sends ANOTHER chop across Drake’s chest as Armstrong is forced back into the corner! Nejari is keeping Armstrong from even having the chance of relenting back at him as the chops continue without a second to waste! Drake is trying to shove Nejari off, but Young is resilient as he’s continuing to keep Armstrong suppressed in the corner while the referee is now counting down in favor of Drake Armstrong! Nejari makes sure to stop himself just before the five count as he backs himself away, nodding to the referee as he’s now motioned himself over to the opposite corner. Drake is still leaning against the turnbuckle, as Nejari is now running forward and LOOKING FOR THE STINGER SPLASH IN THE CORNER—
Jake Mercer: DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY! Nejari collided with the turnbuckle chest first as he’s now backing away and stumbling a bit, shaking his own head as Drake used every viable second of space between himself and Young to recover just enough to get out of there! Nejari is now delirious here as DRAKE RUSHES TOWARD HIM AND NAILS THE BIG BOOT RIGHT ACROSS YOUNG’S JAW! Nejari is clutching his own jaw as Drake is shaking his own head as well, visibly disgruntled with how the new elitist of Dynasty has been able to keep him from mounting any offense significantly to start the match! But Drake won’t allow any of that to slide, as he’s now dragging Nejari back up to his feet and PULLING HIM INTO A URANAGE FOR GOOD MEASURE!! THE COVER!!!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: NOT ENOUGH! Nejari remains resilient as ever, kicking out while Drake is certainly trying to close off the match as quickly as possible in his own right, Now Armstrong is dragging Young directly toward the ropes, and making his upper half of his body lean over the ropes before pressing his feet against his back and keeping a grip of the ropes!! Young’s neck is being pressed against the middle rope right now! Armstrong’s got a tight grip of these ropes here as the referee is counting down, and Armstrong is using up every second to the fullest till he finally gets off of Nejari! But Nejari endured a great deal of pressure there! He may be seriously hurt!
Flannery McCoy: This isn’t a good time for Nejari to continue his momentum at all, now Armstrong is almost pleased with himself as he’s returning back to his opponent who is seemingly coughing up quite the storm! Drake proceeds to stomp down on the back of Nejari’s neck without avail, refusing to slow down in the same manner that Nejari was applying his pressure earlier in the match! With Nejari placed in quite the extreme amount of physical vitriol by Drake at the moment, Armstrong is now wrapping his own arm around Nejari’s neck and APPLYING THE GUILLOTINE CHOKEHOLD!!! YOUNG IS IN TROUBLE!!
Jake Mercer: NEJARI MAY HAVE THE TAP RIGHT HERE! There’s no telling the amount of pressure that’s being placed all over his neck as the guillotine choke is applied with absolutely nothing holding Drake back! Armstrong is shaking his head as yelling at the referee to ask him, and the referee is obliging yet Young is refusing to tap or give up! Young is really trying to keep himself together here, refusing to give in to the pressure as Drake Armstrong may be moments away from becoming the victor of this match in no time!
Stew-O: BUT NEJARI IS NOW BRINGING HIMSELF UP, AND PUSHING DRAKE AGAINST THE MAT!! HIS SHOULDERS ARE DOWN WHILE YOUNG IS STILL TRAPPED IN THE GUILLOTINE!!
ONEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: DRAKE LIFTS HIS SHOULDERS AND NEJARI IS ABLE TO TURN HIMSELF & DRAKE TOWARD THE ROPES!! Armstrong is forced to let go of Nejari as the referee specified that much after they were both pressing against the ropes! Now Nejari & Drake are both motioning themselves over to the apron, as Nejari’s clutching the back of his own neck while Armstrong is bringing himself up as well. Both elitists here are trying to gain any advantage they can as the next course of action taken on the apron can change the trajectory of this match for good!
Jake Mercer: Drake is now up to his feet while on the apron, aiming to knock some of his own sense into Nejari with a hard right—BUT NEJARI WITH AN UPPERCUT!! He really does seem to love those! Young with an uppercut as Drake intends to fire back by sending an immense ELBOW RIGHT ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF YOUNG! Nejari shakes his own head as he’s holding onto the rope while keeping himself up, able to deliver on another uppercut to Drake without any problem!!! Armstrong is continuing to hold on as well, now sending his own forearm to keep him from gaining any significant control!
Flannery McCoy: Nejari is staggering yet still fighting, aiming to drop Drake again with a right—BUT DRAKE WITH A STIFF ELBOW BEFORE HE COULD HIT HIM!! Now Nejari is staggering as Drake’s backed himself away, but soon returning back to Nejari and getting his own arms wrapped around Young’s waist here! I beliebe Drake will have no problem in LAUNCHING NEJARI OFF WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX HERE!!! BUT NEJARI DROPS BACK DOWN & GETS DRAKE OVER HIS SHOULDERS IN A HURRY!!!!
Stew-O: SAMOAN DROP ONTO THE APRON!!! NEJARI FALLS ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR BUT DRAKE WAS JUST PLANTED ONTO THE APRON!! Nejari is shaking his own head, using the barricade to drag himself up to his own two feet as he’s not in the best shape possible, but Drake is still motionless on the apron as if he’s been absent of mind throughout! The referee cannot start any count for Young as Nejari is able to push Drake into the ring fully, shortly before bringing himself back into the ring! There’s been more than enough here for Nejari to take advantage of!!!
Jake Mercer: Drake is slowly rising, as he hasn’t been kept down for the count entirely yet he’s absolutely disoriented to the utmost attention for Nejari to look toward! With Drake slowly turning himself around as he’s still feeling the effects of the samoan drop, Nejari takes the opportunity to grab Drake’s wrist from behind before turning him right around INTO THE ‘BACKDOOR’!! RIPCORD BACK ELBOW SENDS DRAKE SLUMPING DOWN AS NEJARI RUSHES TO THE COVER!!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREE—
Flannery McCoy: NO! NOT ENOUGH! Drake is able to kick out as Nejari is sitting up, wide eyed but not trying to waste himself the precious time he’s gonna need in order to keep Drake down! Now Nejari is rushing himself toward the corner, bringing himself up the turnbuckle as quickly as he can despite all of the pressure that he’s been met with by Drake Armstrong as the wear & tear has begun to display itself! With Drake still down, Nejari is making his own climb up to the top of the turnbuckle and not looking to exempt himself from the necessary victory at hand—
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE IS ABLE TO SHOVE THE ROPES JUST IN TIME, ‘CAUSING NEJARI TO SLUMP DOWN ONTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! Not the best landing for Nejari Young as he was unable to assume his own position upward to the top in time to be able to put his opponent down! Now Drake is turning Nejari around while he’s stuck into the turnbuckle, before pulling him downward as he’s trapped in the tree of woe! Drake begins to stomp down onto the abdomen of his opponent while keeping a hold of his wrists, refusing to relent himself back by any means here as Nejari is being placed under considerable pressure! Drake with the emphatic STOMP ONTO HIS HEAD to complete ‘Drakenonics’!!!
Stew-O: As Drake pulls Nejari down from the turnbuckle, dragging him away from the corner and dragging him back up as he’s now LOCKING HIM INTO THE ‘BOURGEOIS BITE’!! Nejari is struggling here as he’s showing the physical agony he’s being placed through right now! Armstrong is refusing to allow any leeway for Young here as the pressure is only amplifying with the amount of pain that’s being placed onto his entire upper body! The back of his neck was just being pressured and now his abdomen as well, with Drake sending repeated strikes against his abdomen! Armstrong may have just sealed the victory here as Nejari has nowhere to go!
Flannery McCoy: Nejari is shaking his own head however! He’s refusing to give in to the pressure despite the agony that he’s being put through at large! Young is trying to deliver on making his quick main event foray the most beneficial that it can possibly be! He’s now dragging himself and Drake toward the nearest possible ropes as Armstrong is wide eyed, not understanding how Nejari is able to keep on moving at any rate even with everything he’s been placed under! Now Armstrong is trying to motion himself and Young away from the ropes, sending repeated elbows to the abdomen of Nejari without any avail.. ‘TILL NEJARI FINDS THE OPENING TO THROW ARMSTRONG OVER HIMSELF AND ESCAPE THE SUBMISSION!
Jake Mercer: DRAKE LANDS ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT ON THE MAT AS NEJARI IS SOMEHOW ABLE TO ESCAPE THAT HOLD! Armstrong had it all figured out ‘till Nejari’s was more than capable of moving himself and Drake along! Young’s remaining as dignified as ever to come out of this match with the biggest victory of his entire career, being able to knock off Drake Armstrong on just your second match as an elitist here in EAW would be monumental for your career as an upstart! Now Nejari’s clutching his own abdomen, seeing that Armstrong as slowly rising back up to his own feet while turning himself over to Nejari—
Stew-O: INTO A SUPERKICK FROM NEJARI YOUNG!! DRAKE ARMSTRONG JUST GOT DROPPED WITH A SUPERKICK!!! Armstrong is down and laid out in the middle of the ring as Nejari stumbled a bit, leaning against the ropes as he’s fighting through the pain, grabbing a hold of his abdomen as he’s climbing up to the top, not as quickly as he may be wanting to go but he’s still pursuing the top of the turnbuckle without Drake even making any motion here! Nejari has Armstrong exactly where he needs him, and Young is refusing to slow down regardless of how much he’s putting himself through!
Flannery McCoy: Drake Armstrong is down and out, Nejari Young is now able to bring himself up to the top of the turnbuckle as he’s grabbing a hold of his abdomen for a brief moment before assuming himself up to a more proper position on the turnbuckle the best that he possibly can! With everything he can do now, Nejari now is able to LEAP OFF THE TOP AND DROP ONTO ARMSTRONG WITH ‘LOUISIANA HANGOVER’—
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE MOVES HIMSELF OUT OF THE WAY AT THE NICK OF TIME!!! NEJARI YOUNG LANDS ONTO THE MAT WITH NOBODY HOME! The diving headbutt doesn’t result in the landing that he expected as Nejari’s own abdomen would collide with the cold mat in the process, as he’s immediately clutching his own abdomen soon after having to land! He aimed high, looking to score himself the best moment possible for a newcomer with just two matches to his name, but Armstrong was able to recover just enough to evade disaster there! Perhaps he was lying in wait for just long enough to know when it was the proper moment to avoid disaster for himself!
Stew-O: Nejari is trying to bring himself back up, shaking his own head as he was just moments away from scoring the win with the diving headbutt—AS DRAKE ARMSTRONG TAKES ADVANTAGE WITH THE ‘HALBERD FROM HELL’!!! DIRECTLY TO THE ADOMEN!!! NEJARI IS DROPPED AS ARMSTRONG HOOKS THE LEG!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, DRAAAAAAKE ARMSTRONG!!!
Flannery McCoy: That was the best display we could’ve seen from a brand new elitist in their first main event here on Dynasty! Nejari Young showcased himself as an elitist who gave everything he had, and he was showcasing this resilience we haven’t seen from plenty of newfound talent who step into the business as well!
Jake Mercer: Nejari certainly gave it all he could, but the in ring awareness and cunning of Drake Armstrong allowed him to essentially pick apart Nejari throughout the match and break him down, which led to the victory from a more than seasoned elitist in main event clashes such as these!
Stew-O: Drake certainly delivered on another main event victory as he remains strongly suited ahead of his match against Kirk Redwood at House of Glass, but Nejari has absolutely proven himself to be a future superstar of an elitist if he remains focused. Congratulations to Drake Armstrong!
(‘Pride & Prejudice’ can be heard throughout the speakers once more, as Drake Armstrong stands back up with the referee raising his hand in victory. Armstrong soon swipes his own arm away, breathing heavily as he’s clutching his own jaw, a bit of surprise toward Nejari for the battle he was given from the newcomer. Nejari Young leans beside the ropes, clutching his abdomen as he glances down in slight disappointment, but nodding to himself after the fight he was able to give as the scene soon fades.)
(The camera cuts to the backstage area of the arena. Cy Henderson is leaning against a wall, his arms crossed. His eyes dart around, clearly irritated. Just then, SOSA Henderson walks into the frame, casual yet confident. The tension is immediate as Cy straightens up, his body language tightening at the sight of SOSA.)
SOSA Henderson: Yo, Cy. Figured I’d find you back here, all alone, like usual.
(Cy’s eyes narrow, his expression cold as he regards SOSA with suspicion.)
Cy Henderson: And what exactly do you want, SOSA?
(SOSA shrugs, his smirk widening a bit as he takes a step closer to Cy.)
SOSA Henderson: Aye, easy man. You don’t need to be acting as if you’re ready to fight someone. I’m not here for that – especially with how crazy this night has been already. However, I was just gonna remind you that at House of Glass, I’m walking out with the W. Ain’t no need for you to be pretending like it’s gonna go any other way.
(Cy scoffs, looking away for a moment before turning his gaze back to SOSA, his expression hard.)
Cy Henderson: You think you’re winning, huh? Let me guess: you’re still banking on that fluke you pulled last time. Lightning doesn’t strike twice, SOSA. You got lucky once, but that was it. And now, you’re thinking you can pull that same trick again at House of Glass?
(SOSA’s grin doesn’t falter. In fact, he steps in even closer, squaring up to Cy, his eyes sharp.)
SOSA Henderson: Nah, it ain’t about luck, Cy. It’s about showing up when it matters most, and that’s what I’ve been doing. You wanna talk about luck, but all I’ve been doing is stacking big wins while you’re sitting around thinking about the past. That’s why I’m ahead of you. I don’t gotta pout about my missed chances and losses. I learn from them, grow from them and get better. But here you are being bitter as ever, and while a part of me can respect that you wanna go toe-to-toe with me to avenge your loss, a part of me wonders if f you’re just chasing ghosts, man. If you’re just stuck in your own head, thinking that somehow taking me down is gonna fix everything that’s gone wrong for you.
(He leans in slightly, his voice lowering but filled with conviction.)
SOSA Henderson: But it won’t. House of Glass ain’t gonna be your redemption. It’s gonna be a reminder that no matter how much you want it, no matter how bad you need it, you ain’t on my level. I’m the one showing up in the big matches, and I’m the one walking out with the wins. I’ve been doing it all year. Next weekend, it’s gonna be more of the same. I’m gonna do what I always do: show up, handle business, and keep climbing. And you? Well… that’s gonna be the end of whatever relevance you think you’ve got left.
(Cy’s expression darkens. It’s clear he didn’t like that one bit. SOSA eyes him, sensing that things may get a little hairy…)
(…)
(…However, they do not.)
(Cy chuckles. He nods slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.)
Cy Henderson: Is that right? Well, I guess we’ll see, won’t we? May the better Henderson win.
(That tension from before isn’t present any longer. He sticks his hand out for a handshake. SOSA is surprised, but he shrugs and shakes the hand.)
SOSA Henderson: Bet.
(It looks like Cy is about to turn and walk away. He takes a step back, giving another small nod… but then, in an instant, he lunges forward and blindsides SOSA with a brutal forearm to the side of the head!)
Stew-O: OH MY GOD! CY HENDERSON JUST BLINDSIDED SOSA! HE SUCKERED HIM IN!
Jake Mercer: What a shot! SOSA staggers from the impact but quickly fires back, retaliating with a stiff right hand to Cy’s jaw! Now they’re breaking into a fight, trading punches and elbows in! Jesus, and they’re just crashing into the walls and equipment!
Flannery McCoy: This is pure chaos! Cy Henderson thought he could cheap-shot SOSA, but SOSA’s fighting back!
Stew-O: Cy tries to grab SOSA by the back of his head and slam him into a nearby metal cart, but SOSA blocks it, delivering a hard knee to Cy’s midsection before shoving him back into a stack of crates! Cy charges forward though and he tackles him right into the wall!
Jake Mercer: These two can’t even wait until House of Glass! They’re tearing each other apart right here and now!
(Security guards and backstage officials rush into the scene, desperately trying to pull the two men apart. SOSA throws a wild punch over a guard’s shoulder, narrowly missing Cy, who’s held back by two officials trying to contain him.)
SOSA Henderson: You think that’s all you got, Cy?! Come at me again, I dare you!
Cy Henderson: Oh, don’t you worry! At House of Glass, you’re gonna regret this, SOSA! You’re gonna regret EVERYTHING!
Stew-O: The security team FINALLY is able to break things apart! Still, if this is any indication of what’s coming at House of Glass, we’re in for an all-out war!
(The camera catches Cy, still being restrained, with a sneer on his face as he shouts insults at SOSA. SOSA, on the other side, shouts back right at him!)
Jake Mercer: Well, at least that is handled for now, but we gotta get back to the rest of the show!
(With that, Dynasty fades from the chaotic fight that was witnessed and heads over to ringside.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to a shot of the Etihad Arena as ‘Invincible’ by Pop Smoke begins to blast through the speakers of the arena, evoking a loud positive reaction as the camera lands on the stage. Chris Elite is seen making his way out from the backstage area as he has a smirk on his face, circling and hyping up the crowd here tonight before focusing on the task at hand. He eyes the ring as he then begins to make his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… EAW HALL OF FAMER!!!!!!!!!! ‘GAWD GIVEN GREATNESS’… CHRIS ELITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Well, as we already know, in just a week we’re going to see Chris Elite compete for the Interwire Championship against Hans Grayson at House of Glass. It’s been quite some time since we’ve seen the Hall of Famer with a title around his waist, especially a singles title, and with him being at the best that we’ve seen him in quite some time, a lot of people are betting on him to come out on top.
Flannery McCoy: But it’s not going to come easy. We know that Hans is no slouch, and he is more than willing to accept the challenge that Chris put forth. If Chris even wants to consider winning in this scenario, he’s going to have to dig deep and go beyond his limits as an Elitist, but that’s neither here nor there. Right now, he’s making his way to the ring and it seems like he is looking to give his final thoughts on this go-home show edition of Friday Night Dynasty.
Jake Mercer: Chris Elite is going to have to go to a new level if he wants to be the Interwire Champion, that’s why I propose… we put him on hair tonics.
Stew-O: :skip:
(Chris makes his way up the steps and onto the apron, entering the ring as he makes his way up to the middle rope, posing as the crowd continues to show their support for him while he does. He then makes his way back down to the canvas, heading over and grabbing a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Invincible’ then begins to come to a close. From there, he begins to speak.)
Chris Elite: When I returned to this company I made it known that I wasn’t going to waste much time. I know we’ve been through this same song and dance before, and there are a lot of dickeaters who want to call me washed and say that I’m wasting everyone’s time. I was looking to get out of the way immediately that was never going to be the case. What you see is what you get, and what I’ve been proving every single week is that I am at my best and that for a long time now that wasn’t the case. For one reason or another I haven’t been able to unlock my full potential as an Elitist, what got me to this position in the first place and allowed me to be the person that I am today. But now, standing before you, I feel like that’s changed. But I can only say so much through my words, this shit only means something if I put it to action, which is why I went after Hans Grayson in the first place. Why I told him I wasn’t going to wait in line, I was going to go right to the front and take everything away from him.
Chris Elite: It’s a bold declaration, I get that. Hans isn’t exactly the type of person to look over nowadays, but at the same time, neither am I. I’m Chris Elite, my name speaks for itself, and while fuckers want to say that’s the only thing I lean on, it means that I’ve been to heights that they could never reach in their life. I’ve been to places that they’ve never seen before, which is why winning the Interwire Championship is most definitely not something out of my reach. This is a means of expanding my trophy case, continuing my legacy in this company and not hindering it, and continuing to show the world why I have so much to offer to Elite Answers Wrestling in big 2024. I’ve never been the most likeable Elitist, many people find ways to hate on me and bring me down to their level, but one thing that doesn’t change is the fact that you’re going to have to respect me and especially the effort that I’ve put in recently. You’re not going to have a choice but to do that when I beat Hans at House of Glass.
(Chris pauses as he speaks, but before he can continue on, ‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’ by AFI begins to play through the speakers. This triggers a loud reaction from the crowd as Chris turns his attention toward the stage to see Interwire Champion Hans Grayson as he makes his way out from the backstage area. He has a smirk on his face as he eyes his title which is around his waist before making his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stew-O: Well here comes Hans Grayson, who last week faced a crushing loss against the likes of Drake King. And especially with Chris on commentary for that, it’s certainly not the impression that he wanted to create for his future challenger. Regardless, his focus is on one thing and one thing only and that’s making sure that his title reign lives another day.
Flannery McCoy: This is going to be a tall task, but as we mentioned earlier, Hans has always been up for the task. Every title defense he elevates himself to the very next level, and his goal was to always be better than he was before. This match against Chris next week is absolutely zero exception to the rule, and he’s more than willing to step up to the plate.
Jake Mercer: But he has to be careful what he wishes for, could this be more than what he bargained for? The Graysonites are rooting for him that’s all I have to say for sure!
(Hans makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone for himself while ‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’ then begins to come to a close. Approaching Hans, he begins to speak.)
Hans Grayson: Chris, I respect it, I really do. You’re different from a lot of the other challengers that I’ve faced for this title, it’s the way you carry yourself. You see, so many of my opponents want to come out of the gates swinging, running their mouths thinking they can dictate the future of my title reign despite having nothing to show for it. But you, not only do you have a mouth, but you can back it up. You are a man with a Hall of Fame career and someone who looks to extend it even further beyond this current time period, which is why beating me, you feel, is a necessity to that. While I agree with that, there is no universe where I let that happen. I refuse to be someone who lets you continue your legacy at the expense of mine, because what does that do for me? I learned quite some time ago that it’s okay to be a little selfish. To tow that line and be brutally honest with people because that’s the only thing you can truly do. So when I say that I have to shut down every single aspiration you have in this company, I mean it. Though, that shouldn’t be something you’re unfamiliar with. You’ve failed countless times before, yet I know you can get back up to your feet and dust yourself off, trust me, it isn’t over for you if you happen to lose at House of Glass.
Chris Elite: While I’m sure you didn’t mean anything saying what you said toward me, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. People are so comfortable with looking at the recent string of losses I’ve faced and think that’s what defines me. That it automatically negates every single thing that I’ve done as a competitor in this company. You pride yourself on working your ass off, well I’ve done that double, and I’ll continue to do that given the opportunity, and especially in this situation, I’m going to push myself to my very limit to make sure that I get my way. Do as you must, Hans, but just know that I’m going to be the one coming out with my hand raised at the end of it. Not because I don’t have a choice, but because I know I can.
Hans Grayson: I appreciate the confidence at your end, but there is no realm where I can believe that will happen. I’ve gone too far with this Interwire Championship to let go of it now, and I know that I have unfinished business with it as well that can only be continued on if I have it around my waist for the foreseeable future. I don’t just want to be a Champion around here, I want to be the absolute standard, I want to leave no question that I am the one that is going to wave the banner for the future. Beating you is my way of doing that.
Chris Elite: That doesn’t matter to me. I want to be a Champion, I have been a Champion, and I know exactly what I can do with that extra bit of motivation. I’ve been great, and I appreciate that you can see that, but I want to be greater. I want to surpass every single notion that has been spoken about me, and that comes with making sure that title is around my waist.
Hans Grayson: That goes without saying, Chris. You’re great, dare I say a legend. You’re one of the greatest of all time, but now, it’s my time to be the greatest.
Chris Elite: We’ll see about that. Good luck at House of Glass.
(Chris holds out his hand for a handshake, which Hans looks down at before looking up at Chris.)
Hans Grayson: Good luck to you too. No hard feelings.
(Hans accepts the handshake, as both have a tense staredown with one another while they do. As they let go, Hans raises his title in the air while ‘The Leaving Song Pt. II’ then begins to play through the speakers again. It’s the last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty, from there, begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for House of Glass, with Hans Grayson defending the EAW Interwire Championship against Chris Elite in a Glass Pit match.)
(Back from commercials, the shot opens in the center of the ring where a table, two chairs, and the official contract for the World Heavyweight Championship match are set up. The air is buzzing with anticipation from the fans, eager to witness the signing between Myles and Joso. Standing beside the table are the two Dynasty General Managers, Kensingten Calhoun-Astor and Richard Grant, both dressed sharply but with a certain air of superiority. The fans aren’t too fond of them, especially given their history of questionable behavior toward specific talent.)
(Kensingten Calhoun-Astor steps forward, her Southern drawl dripping with fake politeness, as she lifts the microphone to her lips.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Well, well, well! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this highly anticipated contract signing for the World Heavyweight Championship match at House of Glass! What a spectacle it’s going to be!
(The crowd cheers, but there’s an underlying tension as Kensingten flashes an insincere smile, glancing at her co-GM, Richard Grant.)
Richard Grant: That’s right, Kensingten. Two competitors, both thinking they’re on top of the world, both thinking they deserve to be called World Champion. We have the dominant world heavyweight champion himself, Myles, who has been on an absolute tear and would be standing here undefeated for the season if his… ‘gutsy’ challenger for next week hadn’t gotten himself involved in the War Games match, but I suppose that’s neither here nor there anymore.
(It was clear that Kensingten and Richard are still bitter from the interference. However, they mask their disdain, at least, for the most part, and carry on.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Oh, absolutely, Richard. It’s a real shame what happened, but we’re here now, aren’t we? And we can move past those… little mistakes, can’t we?
(They exchange smug glances before Kensingten adjusts her posture, her syrupy tone returning as she shifts her focus to the challenger.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: But let’s not waste any more time, now shall we, sugar? We’ve got a very important guest tonight, don’t we? Someone who thinks he’s ready to take on a true champion like Myles. Let’s bring out the 2024 King of Elite: JOSO!
(‘2024’ by Playboi Carti hits. The fans in attendance pop as Joso strides confidently onto the stage. His swagger is undeniable, and the crowd is firmly behind him as he makes his way down the ramp, his eyes locked on the ring and the contract that awaits him.)
Jake Mercer: Wait, they’re still cheering for him after last week!? He nearly injured Myles!
Stew-O: Well, Jake, Joso’s actions last week may have been controversial, but there’s no denying that he’s earned this opportunity. The fans respect what he brings to the table, and tonight, he’s here to make things official for House of Glass. He’s just doing things his way, the Joso way, and that means that he’s going to ensure that whoever is in front of his way understands that he is not to be taken lightly.
Flannery McCoy: Especially not with his accolades. New Era Classic winner, former Interwire Champion, the current King of Elite, of course — he has the resume for a world champion in the making, and seeing as how he has taken his time towards getting this moment, making sure that he would absolutely be ready for this match, there’s no doubt that he could have what it takes to be the guy to end Myles’ greatest reign as world champion.
Jake Mercer: On paper, sure, but I worry Joso may have been too overzealous and bit off more than he can chew. He’s always been brash, but Myles made it clear that Joso is going to have to pay for everything. It may not exactly be an “I want to rip his head off!” kind of thing, but… it’s going to be far from merciful.
(Joso reaches the ring, taking a moment to glance out at the crowd as they cheer him on. He climbs up the steps, his confident demeanor never faltering, and steps into the ring. He walks over to the contract table, but instead of sitting, he stands tall, eyes locked on the two Dynasty General Managers, Kensingten Calhoun-Astor and Richard Grant, who are waiting with unpleased expressions.)
Richard Grant: Well, boy? Are you going to sit, or what?
(Joso takes up one of the microphones and chuckles, shrugging.)
Joso: I am, but I want first to thank Kensingten for the lovely introduction.
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Oh?
(She raises a brow, slightly amused and… even a bit pleased by what she is hearing.)
Joso: Yeah! I mean, it’s great having to hear you actually give a black man like me instead of being a being a two-faced, backhanded little bitch.
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: !!!
(And just like that, thanks to Joso’s bluntness Kensingten’s smile vanishes, and her brow furrows with irritation as the fans laugh at her expense.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Excuse me?! I was genuinely trying to show some respect, but I suppose that’s too much to ask for from someone like you.
(Joso raises an eyebrow, unfazed by her condescending response, shaking his head as he chuckles again.)
Joso: Yeah, that’s the problem, Kensingten. You and Richard? You talk like you’re trying to be respectful, but everybody in this arena can see right through you. It’s always that fake-ass Southern charm, but deep down? We all know how you really feel about someone like me standing in this ring.
(The crowd pops again, fully behind Joso as he takes control of the conversation. Richard steps forward, clearly aggravated.)
Richard Grant: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, boy. You’ve had your little moment to talk, but don’t forget that you’re standing here, getting this opportunity because the champion himself wants to face you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t even be in this position. You would be at home with no title match and your King of Elite reward rendered null and void, so maybe you ought to show a little more gratitude.
Joso: Gratitude? That’s what you want? Nah, I don’t owe you, Myles, or anyone a damn thing. Everything I’ve earned, I got on my terms. New Era Classic, Interwire Champion, King of Elite, I did all that by showing up and proving that I’m better than everyone you put in front of me. And at House of Glass, I’m gonna do the same thing when I take that World Heavyweight Championship from Myles.
(The crowd erupts into cheers again, but Kensingten smirks and chimes in, her voice dripping with sarcasm.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Oh, bless your heart, Joso. You really think you can just take the World Heavyweight Championship from a man like Myles? After what you did last week, attacking him when his poor wife Minerva was injured? That’s just tasteless. Then again, it makes us wonder… really wonder…
(She trails off, sharing a glance with Richard, who steps forward again, a sinister smile crossing his face.)
Richard Grant: It makes us wonder if maybe… you had something to do with Minerva’s attack. After all, it’s a bit too convenient, isn’t it? You could’ve easily orchestrated the whole thing, taken out Minerva, and then tried to take advantage of the chaos. In fact, you and Drake King could very well be in cahoots with one another.
Joso: :jr: Now why in the hell would I work with Drake King, especially with the beef we got for another?
Richard Grant: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s that people like you and him always seem to play the victim and deflect blame? It’s what your kind is good for, anyway.
Crowd: ????
Joso: Oh, word!?
(Joso steps right up to Richard, getting in his face, his voice low but filled with fury.)
Joso: Say it again. Go on. Say one more word, and I’ll put you down right here!
Richard Grant: Go ahead, Joso. Do it. But just remember, after your title match at House of Glass, Kensi and I will be the ones deciding your future. I’ll make sure you never get another opportunity in this company again, so think carefully before you make the biggest mistake of your career.
(The tension is thick as Joso stands face-to-face with Richard, barely holding back his rage. The crowd is on the edge of their seats, ready to see Joso snap. But before anything can happen, ‘Enemy Strike’ by Yuki Hayashi hits. The World Heavyweight Champion, Myles, makes his way down the ramp.)
Stew-O: And here comes Myles! The champ isn’t going to let this situation get out of hand as he walks with clear purpose towards the ring!
(Myles enters the ring, his World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder as he steps between Joso and Richard, grabbing a microphone of his own. His eyes are cold as he stares down the two GMs.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Oh! Well, would you look at this? Here comes the spitting image of a world champion! The legend himself, Myles! My, my, my! What an honor it is for him to be here! Granted, I was more than ready to introduce such a lovely man such as yourself, but regardless, we couldn’t be any more glad that you’re—
Myles: Enough. Richard, Kensingten—cut the racist garbage. No one wants to hear it.
(The crowd pops, cheering loudly as Myles shuts down the general managers’ offensive behavior. Kensingten and Richard exchange frustrated glances, their smug demeanor starting to crack.)
Myles: We’re here to sign a contract for the World Heavyweight Championship match, not listen to you two spew your nonsense, so why don’t you step back and let Joso and I handle our business?
(Richard opens his mouth to respond, but Myles cuts him off, turning his attention to Joso, his tone hardening.)
Myles: And I mean it because when it comes to me and you? We have a lot that needs to be settled.
Joso: We sure do, don’t we?
Myles: Oh, absolutely, because that stunt you pulled last week isn’t going to fly with me.
Joso: Well, I don’t know, because I got you good and look what happened. 🤷🏾♂️
Myles: Yeah, you’re so tough, Joso. You really do look like a badass for taking advantage of what was clearly a distressing situation for me and attacked me! You certainly are a worthy challenger and not some punitive little child who is worried that his King of Elite win is going to end up not amounting to much. 👍🏻
Joso: Aye man, I get it, the whole thing with Minerva sucks, but at the same time, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to apply some kind of pressure against you, especially when you want to act all invincible and think you’re the end all, be all when it comes to who can and cannot beat you. You wanna call my actions desperate, but all I’m doing is showing you that you are very much beatable. Then again, you seem to change your mind and switch from crying about not having a worthy successor one minute to then trying to downplay anyone who actually is willing to jump ahead and face you regardless of what they may have achieved in their own right in their careers. What I did last week should’ve got the gears to turn in your head that I am not the one to be taken lightly.
Myles: Okay? But when have I ever personally taken you lightly, Joso? Don’t be parroting those stupid talking points your friends Milli and Bronson were trying to throw at me thinking that they actually hit. As the person with the literal keys to the kingdom right upon my own shoulders, not just anybody can beat me. You guys continue to act as if this is all merely about ego and while I have undoubtedly proven myself to be the best active talent in this roster, I actually care about my legacy and, most importantly, if the person who manages to accomplish the job of beating me will actually be able to carry the massive weight that’s going to fall on their own body. And when it comes to you, Joso? You are far from ready.
(Joso rolls his eyes at this.)
Joso: And why is that the case?
Myles: Because you don’t think straight. You don’t think above yourself. It’s always about how you look, how you are perceived, and this is very much going to be the case of the title making the champion rather than the champion making the title. I get that you won the Interwire title and all of that, but if we’re going to be honest? While that reign was… cute, it didn’t exactly mirror the level of dominance that the man who held it set with it before you came into the picture. It helped give a glimpse of what you can do, but not exactly how this promotion would thrive with you at the helm. You catch my drift?
Joso: 🤔
Joso: …
Joso: …
Joso: …
Joso: … Nah, I don’t. 💀
Myles: :Francis: Of course you don’t, because you’re a self-serving, ignorant fool and it’s going to cost you dearly next weekend.
Joso: I mean, you can feel however you wanna feel, but I don’t care what you think of me. I really don’t. I’ve been successful thus far despite people swearing up and down all thee flaws I supposedly got were gonna weigh me down, yet here I am, neck and neck against you, and when it comes to House of Glass? I like my chances against you, Myles.
(Joso took a step closer to him.)
Joso: A lot.
(Myles stares right back at him, not at all unimpressed.)
Myles: You can think that. Be confident in your chances. Let these blind assertions lull you into a false sense of certainty. However, Joso, liking your chances and actually walking away with the title are two very different things. You’ve racked up your wins, had your success and whatnot, but don’t mistake being next in line with being my equal. In fact, you’re not even near that… you’re not even near being my successor. You don’t understand what it takes to carry this company on your back, what it means to truly be the best, week in and week out. Not with the bar that I have single handedly raised by myself since winning this championship. This is an entirely different ballgame, Joso, and you’re not cut out for it, plain and simple.
Joso: I don’t care about your ballgame, Myles. You can talk all you want about what it takes to be on top, about how the championship is some kind of sacred mantle that only you can carry. But the truth is, you’re afraid. You know deep down that I’m the one who’s coming to take your spot. You can’t hold onto that title forever, and you can’t stop me from taking it.
Myles: Oh, I know I won’t be holding this championship forever. You’re not wrong about that. However, as long as I can breathe and fight and still push myself to be the best possible representation for my domain, I’m not going to let you be the one to take this championship away from me.
Joso: Yeah? You think so?
Myles: I don’t think so, Joso. I know —
(All of a sudden, Joso reaches over, snatches the championship, and raises it up in the air.)
Joso: You might want to reconsider that. :troll:
Myles: … Give it back, Joso.
Joso: Why? You don’t like how this looks? You don’t like the idea of me being the one holding this championship?
(Joso waves the title in the air for a moment, soaking in the reaction from the crowd. His confidence is at an all-time high as he steps closer to Myles, daring him to make a move.)
Joso: This? This is the future, Myles. You can keep telling yourself whatever you want, but at House of Glass, this is exactly how it’s going to look. Me, with this championship, and you? Just another former champion watching me from the sidelines.
(Myles’ jaw tightens, his eyes locked on the championship in Joso’s hands. His breathing becomes heavier, and it’s clear that his patience is wearing thin. The arena is filled with anticipation, everyone waiting to see how Myles will react.)
Myles: You think you can just take what I’ve fought for, what I’ve bled for? You think holding that title for a few seconds makes you ready to carry the weight of this company? You don’t get it, Joso. That title isn’t just a prop to flash around. It’s a responsibility, and right now, you’re proving you don’t have the mindset to handle it.
Joso: Mindset, huh? I’ve got the mindset, Myles. I’ve got the skill, I’ve got the heart, and at House of Glass, I’m going to show you I’ve got the guts to take this from you. You keep acting like I don’t know what I’m getting into, but the truth is, you’re the one who doesn’t get it. I’m not like the others you’ve faced. I’m different. I’m the one who’s going to take you down.
(That’s when Joso goes ahead and gives him back the title, putting it on his shoulder. He heads over for the table, picks up one of the pens and signs his name along the dotted line of the contract. Once he was finished, he turns back towards the champion.)
Joso: … and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it — cause I don’t miss, bitch.
(Myles slowly nods his head. The fans are eating everything up. He takes up a pen and does the same thing, signing the contract. Once he’s done, he looks back to Joso.)
Myles: Alright. Just be sure to remember everything you have just said to me.
Joso: Oh, don’t worry, Myles. I’ll remember. I’m gonna remember all of this when I’m standing over you with your title in my hands, after I take you down at House of Glass.
(Both men continue to stare at each other. Kensingten and Richard look over at the contract, ensuring that everything is good to go.)
Kensingten Calhoun-Astor: Well, gentlemen, it looks like everything’s in order. The contract is signed, and now all that’s left is for the two of you to settle this in the ring at House of Glass.
(Joso smirks. Myles looks serious. The King of Elite looks to leave, but as he does so, he intentionally bumps his shoulder into Myles.)
(The champion does not let that go.)
Stew-O: OH! OH! MYLES SHOVES JOSO, AND JOSO SPINS AROUND, DOING THE SAME TO HIM! NOW MYLES RESPONDS WITH A SERIES OF PUNCHES TO HIS FACE AND THE FANS ARE GOING BALLISTIC!!
Richard Grant: Hey! HEY!! CUT IT OUT NOW—
Jake Mercer: OH NO! JOSO TOOK MYLES AND FLUNG HIM OVER THE TABLE, CAUSING HIM TO CRASH INTO KENSINGTEN AND RICHARD!! :damn: !!!
Flannery McCoy: BUT MYLES IS BACK UP AND LEAPS OFF OF THE WOODEN TABLE, TACKLING JOSO TO THE GROUND! NOW THEY’RE BOTH WAILING AT EACH OTHER, ROLLING AROUND, BEATING THE ABSOLUTE CRAP OUT OF ONE ANOTHER!!
Stew-O: AND WHILE ALL OF THIS IS GOING ON, KENSINGTEN HELPS RICHARD AND THEY BOTH LEAVE THE RING! AT LEAST THEY DON’T SEEM TOO HURT, BUT YOU CAN TELL THEY ARE NOT HAPPY AT ALL WITH HOW EVERYTHING DETERIORATED — OR HOW THEY GOT UNINTENTIONALLY CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE!!
Jake Mercer: SPEAKING OF FIRE, JOSO IS GETTING THE BETTER OF MYLES! HE PUMMELS AWAY AT HIM AND THEN LANDS A GROUNDED SUPERKICK! MYLES DROPS! HE HEADS OVER AND PICKS UP ONE OF THE CHAIRS, LOOKING TO DO THE SAME THING HE DID TO HIM LAST WEEK!!
Flannery McCoy: HERE IT COMES!
(CRAAAAAAAAACK!!!)
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Stew-O: NO! HE HIT THE RING! MYLES MOVED OUT OF THE WAY IN THE KNICK OF TIME!
Jake Mercer: THE CHAMPION IS UP, AND JOSO CHASES AFTER HIM —
Flannery McCoy: — BUT MYLES POPS HIM UP AND CATCHES HIM WITH THE KNEE! ‘VICTORIA’!!
Stew-O: JOSO IS STUNNED! JOSO IS STUNNED! THE KING OF ELITE IS ON SHAKY FEET, BUT MYLES TAKES ADVANTAGE AND HOISTS HIM UP..! OH MY GOD!
Jake Mercer: HE’S TAKING HIM TO THE TABLE!
(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHHH!!!!)
Flannery McCoy: AND HE JUST SENT HIM THROUGH WITH THE ‘DE FACTO’!! JOSO IS DOWN!!
(The crowd is absolutely losing it as Myles stands tall over Joso, who is laid out in the wreckage of the broken table. The arena is filled with a mixture of cheers and gasps as the carnage unfolds, with the World Heavyweight Champion breathing heavily, his eyes burning with intensity.)
Jake Mercer: Myles wasn’t playing around! Joso tried to get the jump on him, but Myles saw it coming and turned the tables—literally! The King of Elite is down, and Myles has made a massive statement here tonight!
(Kensingten Calhoun-Astor and Richard Grant look on, visibly shaken by the chaos that just unfolded, but doing their best to maintain their composure. Myles glares down at Joso, his grip tightening on the World Heavyweight Championship as he steps over the wreckage, making his presence felt. Security personnel rush on in, trying to keep Myles apart from Joso.)
Stew-O: WHAT A NIGHT! HOWEVER, YOU CAN SAY THAT THINGS ENDED IN DISASTER FOR JOSO AS MYLES WAS ABLE TO GAIN SOME FORM OF RETRIBUTION AGAINST HIM HERE! WILL THIS BE REPEATED NEXT WEEK AT HOUSE OF GLASS?!
(The camera zooms in on Myles, continuing to stand tall, and that ends up being the final image of the night as the crowd continues to cheer. With that, the scene fades to black, ending the go-home show of Friday Night Dynasty.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
