Dynasty

(EAW intro plays…)

(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a recap circling back to the events of last week’s show, the shot switches to a live capture of the Amerant Arena. The sold-out venue is highlighted in full glory before the pyrotechnics pop off. The fans cheer, and then, the shot pans over to the commentary desk.)

Stew-O: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO THE GO-HOME SHOW FOR RECKLESS WIRING! WE WILL BE HEADING OFF TO JAMAICA NEXT WEEKEND, BUT TONIGHT, WE ARE IN FLORIDA, AND THERE IS A LOT TO LOOK FORWARD TO!

Jake Mercer: YESSIR! The fans will vote for the stipulations, but tonight, you just KNOW a lot of Elitists are looking to get the last word and the last laugh in! No matches, but we’ve got so much in store for everyone.

Flannery McCoy: That we do, and how about we start things off delving into one of the more intense feuds leading into our first MLE of the season?

(Friday Night Dynasty transitions away from the commentary area to live footage being shot away from the arena. It opens up to a luxurious sports car driving down the highway leading to the Amerant Arena. It focuses on the driver for a moment, before going to the backseat… as the crowd begins to give a mixed reaction of cheers and boos for Chris Elite, who is seen heading to the show tonight. Right next to him is Sterling Luxe, who is seen talking him up.)

Sterling Luxe: Look, B, fuck that bozo. Daryl Kinkade doesn’t know his lefts and rights let alone how to win a meaningful wrestling match. What happened last week doesn’t mean shit if he doesn’t know how to back it up. At Reckless Wiring he’s gonna find out firsthand exactly what happens when he messes with one of the greats. He’s *never* going to be able to say he’s that, am I right?

Chris Elite: Too much disrespect has been going around for my liking, Luxe. As easy as it would be to complain about that, that’s what I’ve been doing my entire career. This isn’t about winning a match anymore, this is about sending a message. Sending it to everyone who’s tried to say that I’m not shit, that I’m overstaying my welcome, fuck all that noise. I don’t care about what Daryl did, you could damn well say that Daryl got *lucky.* What matters is what’s gonna happen next week, and trust me… he has no idea what he’s in for.

(The car begins to pull up to the arena, as they pull up to the front in the parking lot. As security quickly rushes to open the door for Chris and Sterling to exit, the two of them begin to make their way into the arena.)

Sterling Luxe: That’s the spirit. Don’t let none of them wannabes break your stride, we’re done with that. If they wanna talk shit, let them talk shit, but they’re gonna find out firsthand exactly what it means to mess with a real Hall of Famer.

(Sterling chuckles as he takes off his coat jacket, handing it to a member of security.)

Sterling Luxe: Keep that in a safe place, will you-

???: FUCK YOU, BRUV!

(*BANG!*)

(Almost out of nowhere, Daryl Kinkade flies into the frame and nails Sterling with a Hidden Blade! Chris’ manager is dropped with Bow Down To The Kink, as he looks up as if he’s realizing what just happened.)

Chris Elite: You bitch-

(Daryl lunges at Chris, beginning to nail him with repeated punches raining down on his skull. Chris tries to respond, starting to unload with some punches of his own, and the two of them spiral out of control into an absolutely huge brawl right in front of the arena!)

(The security on hand quickly tries to intervene to break the two of them apart, but Chris rips himself off and nails one of them with a strike to the head, Daryl back elbowing another to force them away and allow them to continue the fight! But the distraction allows Chris to nail him with a knee directly to the abdomen, as he snatches him by the head and sends him directly through the door of the arena!)

(Daryl stumbles in, as a crowd has already surrounded themselves to cheer loudly at this brawl. Chris quickly approaches him, taking him as he sends him barreling into the side of the concession stand table! As he tries to slam his face against it, Daryl holds out his hand, connecting with an elbow directly to the chest.)

(Chris staggers back, and Daryl quickly takes a paper tower dispenser, THROWING it at the face of Chris Elite as he sends him staggering back. But Chris doesn’t take that, because although he’s briefly stunned, he blindly rushes forward and grabs him by the waist, running him into one of the walls!)

Chris Elite: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!

(Chris grabs Daryl and sends him directly into a crowd of people, as they all disperse, allowing the former National Elite Champion to tumble down to the ground. They slowly crawl toward the merch stand, with Chris snatching a Drake King t-shirt off of the table, wrapping it around the neck of Daryl and starting to strangle him!)

(Daryl’s face turns to a strange shade of purple, but before he starts to lose consciousness, he takes a signed plaque of KASAI winning the Empress of Elite and smashes it against Chris’ head! Chris falls backward as he tries to collect himself, but as Daryl approaches…)

(THUD!)

(Chris takes a replica of the Interwire Championship and SMASHES it across his face!)

Chris Elite: This is what you want, right?!

(He boots Daryl directly in the chest, continuing to yell at him.)

Chris Elite: You’ll NEVER mean anything to this place!

(Chris takes the title and slams it against his back, before dropping it and grabbing him, as he starts to drag him back around the arena. He throws him down, as the two of them start making their way toward the stands.)

(As they finally reach the main part of the arena, Chris nails him against the back, as Daryl continues to crawl away in retreat. As he approaches him…)

(SPLASH!)

(Daryl takes a fan’s beer and throws it against Chris’ face! As he’s blinded, he grabs a hold of him and throws him directly into a nearby recycling bin! As Chris is toppled down to the ground, Daryl snatches him by the head and begins to drag him around to the floor area.)

Stew-O: IT SEEMS CHRIS ELITE AND DARYL KINKADE HAVE TAKEN THIS FIGHT TO RINGSIDE, AS DARYL GRABS CHRIS AND THROWS HIM OVER THE BARRICADE!

Flannery McCoy: CHRIS TRIES TO GET BACK UP, BUT DARYL LAUNCHES ONTO THE BARRICADE. SHOOTING OFF AND CONNECTING WITH A CROSSBODY TO TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Jake Mercer: DARYL GRABS CHRIS AND ROLLS HIM INTO THE RING, AND AS CHRIS STAGGERS UP TO HIS FEET, HE’S GOING TO HAVE TO WATCH OUT!

Stew-O: BUT AS THEY LUNGE AT EACH OTHER, IT SEEMS THAT SECURITY HAS FINALLY HAD ENOUGH! AS THEY MANAGE TO SLIDE IN AND BREAK THE TWO OF THEM APART BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!

(Tyrone Montgomery is seen on the stage, shouting to stop this brawl because it’s clearly got out of hand. Chris and Daryl are continuing to shout at each other as they struggle to break free.)

Flannery McCoy: WHAT AN ELECTRIC START TO FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY!

Jake Mercer: And if THIS is what we’re going to see at Reckless Wiring… then man, we are in for one hell of a show!

(The last shot seen is the two of them being escorted to different parts of the arena, as Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)

(A commercial is shown for EAW: Doomsday, featuring Methuselah being recast as Doctor Doom.)

(‘DIVE in LIVE’ by YOLOZ hits the speakers and Anna Wautier makes her way out from the back, holding the New Breed Championship. She’s met with a loud ovation of cheers from the crowd, and Wautier tags them on her way down.)

Stephie Love: Please welcome at this time, she is the EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION, “THE THORN PRINCESS” … AANNNNAAAAA WAAUUUTTTTIIIEEEERRRRR!!!

Stew-O: Anna Wautier finds herself coming across an extremely tough challenge at Reckless Wiring as she has to defend herself in a championship in a fatal four way! If there’s any place for an Elitist to lose their championship, there have been countless occasions of it being in multi-man matches!

Flannery McCoy: That’s right. AKIZA, Yanni Killebrew and TFK all may be new to Dynasty, but that doesn’t stop them from having the poise and focus to go on and win the New Breed Championship.

Jake Mercer: Last week, Anna was responsible for AKIZA losing her match to KASAI; we’ll see if that’s lit a fire underneath one of her challengers or not.

(Anna stands in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand, and her theme music slowly cuts out. She looks around to the fans, who are still actively cheering her.)

Anna Wautier: I know that a lot of people are watching me with wonder right now. My first defense as New Breed Champion is in a fatal four way, and I am positive that raises a lot of eyebrows. TFK, Yanni Killebrew, and AKIZA are all going to do whatever it takes to pull this championship away from me. No surprise there. Since making their debuts, all of them have all impressed in their own individual ways. I completely understand why they are stepping up to the plate to challenge me for my championship … but I remain steadfast in defending my spot at the top of this New Breed division.

(Wautier’s voice is firm, and her tone is certainly assertive.)

Anna Wautier: These last couple of weeks have been hectic, to say the least. While I have done my best to simply scout my opponents, treat them all with the respect that they deserve, not everyone holds those sentiments. Killebrew and AKIZA, I see that they are the type to go far and beyond just to succeed. I have to look out for them with a very close eye because I don’t know what I could be in for by the time Reckless Wiring comes. But while Killebrew and AKIZA may be the aggressors, that doesn’t guarantee victory for them either.

(She comes to a halt, letting those words stir for a moment.)

Anna Wautier: Yeah, I have to keep a good look on whatever they may wanna pull in that fatal four way. But there’s a man I identify with the most in this match, and it’s TFK. I’m sure over these last couple of weeks, you have all grown to like and respect him! I think he has a bright future in Dynasty, even if it isn’t securing my championship this early in his career. However, I tell you now that TFK has all the tools to succeed. He hasn’t fallen susceptible to the same thoughts as our opponents. He gets it done the right way, and his authenticity stands out to me. I have to look out for him just as much as I do Killebrew and AKIZA, because he’s not as unorthodox—but he’s so good that you can know what his next move is gonna be and still struggle to counter it.

(As Anna finishes complimenting TFK, that prompts some cheers from the crowd. She takes note of that, looking around to all of the fans.)

Anna Wautier: Per usual, Reckless Wiring is an uncomfortable marquee event to perform at. We don’t know for certain what the match type is going to be. Sure, I can handle a fatal four way as is, but it becomes a whole new ballpark when they start adding in all of these different match types. What I have on my side is experience. I’ve been introduced to a lot of what makes this company what it is, meanwhile my three opponents are looking to make an impact in their first ever marquee event match. I’m fresh off of winning at my first ever Pain For Pride! There is a vast difference between all of us, and I intend on using that to my advantage.

(Before Anna can speak any further, she’s cut off as ‘Steel Haze (Where Truth Meets)’ by Kota Hoshino hits the speakers. AKIZA storms out from the back, to the boos from the crowd. She grabs a microphone and enters the ring, getting in Anna’s face.)

AKIZA: Just save it. Save everything that you have to say, Anna, because you and I both know that you’re a liar. You can say whatever you want, but I know that you showed up last week with intentions to screw me over against KASAI. Anna, you’re scared. You fear what I can do with that New Breed Championship, and I am certain that you know I have all that I need to take that championship away from you. I don’t care about Yanni. I don’t care about TFK. I’m honed in on embarrassing you, and taking that championship for myself.

Anna Wautier: You don’t have to believe me if you want, but I had no intentions of—

(Once again, Anna is cut off as someone else speaks, coming out from the back with a microphone already in hand.)

Yanni Killebrew: That’s enough, my god! All AKIZA does is complain. Who cares what happened last week? You didn’t lose because of Anna, you lost because of your own incompetence. You weren’t ready to beat KASAI, just like how you’re not ready to win the New Breed Championship either. But my biggest concern lies within you, Anna. I heard what you had to say, but it’s clear that you’re far more focused on AKIZA than you are me. Feel free to underestimate me. Hype up AKIZA, hype up TFK! But when it comes to me? You just look past me, and that’s your—

AKIZA: Shut up. You wanna talk about me? You’re doing the same exact thing as me. You’re whining about being underlooked, and have you wondered why that is? You’re not even on the necessary level to hold a championship in this company. You should be happy that I’m here in this match. This gives you an out, it gives you less to feel embarrassed about, because there is no way in hell that you could take that championship from Anna all on your own!

(Yanni sneers, making his way down to the ring. He slowly comes up the steps, staring at her on the apron.)

Yanni Killebrew: You don’t know what you’re talking about, AKIZA. Not the slightest clue! You’ve deluded yourself into thinking that you’re going to walk away with that New Breed Championship, when everyone knows that isn’t the case.

(AKIZA tilts her head, looking at him in confusion.)

AKIZA: Who is everyone in question, hm? Last time I checked, I haven’t heard a single person claim that you stand any chance at winning this championship. Give it up, Yanni. In fact? Do yourself a favor and not even show up to Reckless Wiring. I’ll take great satisfaction in keeping you far, far away from a match you never deserved to be in in the first place!

Yanni Killebrew: Really? That’s the best you have to offer? Let me make this clear to you, AKIZA—

(Yanni is cut off now, once ‘Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time’ by Panic! At The Disco begins playing! The crowd cheers as TFK makes his way out from the back, holding a microphone. He holds his palm up, calling for his music to cut.)

TFK: Alright, alright… that’s enough, guys! We don’t need to go any further. Listen, I understand there’s a lot of hostility amongst all four of us with the New Breed Championship match coming up at Reckless Wiring, but what good is it to keep talking? Actions speak louder than words, and there’s no need to drag this out any further than it needs to be.

(He goes to stop there, but thinks to himself.)

TFK: But with that said, if all we’re going to do is complain about Anna’s thoughts of us individually, there’s a reason she singled me out two! I do have what it takes to win that New Breed Championship, and with all of these people rooting me on! Reckless Wiring will be the night that T-F-K gets CROWNED!

(TFK makes his way down to the ring, sliding in. All four are in the ring with one another, and Yanni looks at TFK in disgust.)

Yanni Killebrew: Give me a break, TFK. You couldn’t even beat me! And you really think that you’re just gonna go on to take the New Breed Championship? Never in a million years. You don’t stand a chance.

TFK: Really? You’re gonna bring that up when you needed help—

(AKIZA lunges forward, and drops Yanni with a kick! Yanni staggers back into TFK into shock, but it makes much more sense why AKIZA suddenly hit him! Wautier is backpedalling away from the crowd, after moving out the way at a failed blindside attempt from AKIZA! TFK responds immediately, throwing punches at Killebrew, who is focused on AKIZA!)

Stew-O: WELL THEN! WE’VE GOT A BRAWL BETWEEN THREE OF THE FOUR COMPETITORS! AKIZA’S ATTEMPTS TO ATTACK WAUTIER FAILED, AND NOW SHE’S GOTTEN YANNI AND TFK INVOLVED!

Jake Mercer: BUT KEEP AN EYE OUT ON WAUTIER!

(Killebrew gets shoved backwards, and Wautier drops her championship, immediately sending him barreling out of the ring with a dropkick! AKIZA forearms TFK back, and Wautier sees TFK coming her way, dropping him with a roundhouse kick! TFK rolls out of the ring, holding his head.)

(This brings her right to AKIZA, who swings for Wautier’s head! Wautier ducks under and turns back to her… ‘PARADISE KISS!’ THE HEADBUTT BRINGS AKIZA RIGHT DOWN TO THE CANVAS! AKIZA holds her head in agony, rolling out near the commentary side. Anna reaches down to pick up the New Breed Championship and raises it up.)

Flannery McCoy: All three challengers to the New Breed Championship are laid out on opposite sides of the ring, watching on as Anna Wautier stakes her claim as the apex of the New Breed division! They are certainly going to have their work cut out for each other as Anna has set herself up!)

(Wautier stands tall in the center of the ring with her championship as Killebrew, TFK, and AKIZA watch on in anger before Dynasty cuts away.)

(A commercial plays for Paralives, featuring Milli Banks.)

(‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf began to play, eliciting a strong, positive reaction as Winona Hendrickson soon made her way down to the ring, a determined expression on her face as she marched down the ramp.)

Stew-O: There’s an intense look in the eyes of Winona Hendrickson, and we’ve just received some never before seen footage from last week that might be able to shine a light on why she’s got that look on her face.

(The camera pans away from ringside, cutting to the aforementioned footage from last week as Winona Hendrickson is revealed backstage, closely watching Rei Oboro & David Gideon Smith vs. TFK & Yanni Killbrew. Her gaze is fixed to the screen, intently scanning the movements of the competitors-)

(BAM!)

(Winona is dropped as a figure behind her runs full speed in with a double axe handle to the back of her head! Before she can realize what is happening, the stomps begin to rain down, followed by a boot to the gut to flip her over. The figure dropped down, mounting Winona with lefts and rights as the identity of the assailant is properly revealed as Hanako Nanami!)

(The blows came in one after the other, rocking an off guard Winona with each blow. After one final shot, she relented, backing away and leaving the downed Winona as the footage cut out.)

Flannery McCoy: Definitely not what Winona was hoping for, and now it’s easy to see why she’s in such a foul mood.

Jake Mercer: With an attack like that fresh in the mind, we should be expecting a fight call out within the very first few words.

(As the shot returned to ringside, Winona retrieved her microphone and took a few paces in the ring, settling herself in the center as she began to speak.)

Winona Hendrickson: See, there was a time, not too long ago mind you, where I greatly respected Hanako Nanami. I respected her background, her will, and her strength, but how can I know? How can I respect actions like that from someone who is capable of so much better? I’m frustrated, obviously, as I wanted this fight to be so much more, but now I know that Hanako isn’t gonna give me that, so I’ll have to default to my original goal.

(Winona continued to pace around the ring, visibly angry but able to calm herself as she returned to facing the hard camera.)

Winona Hendrickson: If this was your attempt to make a statement, Hanako, then I’m afraid that I’m gonna have to override your little power grab. If anyone here is making a statement, it’s gonna be me, and it’s gonna be a repeat of our first meeting, with me making my statement loud and clear and you? You’re gonna have to listen. I promise you that much.

(Before Winona can continue, her words are cut short as ‘Human Nature’ by Michael Jackson overtook her voice. Winona quit talking as the music played, her gaze snapping to the ramp as Hanako Nanami stepped out, making her way down to the ring with a microphone of her own in her hand. She marched up the steps, settling on the apron before speaking.)

Hanako Nanami: This really shouldn’t surprise you, as it’s something you brought upon yourself. You caused this in the first place, and now you’re just succumbing to your initial mistake. I remember each match of mine, I keep them fresh in my memory, so while you think that you can repeat your first victory over me, I know that’s not happening. I want a fight with you, and I now know each and every mistake I made the first time around, and I know I won’t make those same mistakes.

Hanako Nanami: That’s just how I operate, and now that I know how you operate, I know exactly how I’m going to surpass you. You may have started this, but luckily for the both of us, I’m gonna be the one who ends it. You said that you were gonna make a statement again, but I just can’t see that happening, not when I’m more prepared than I’ve ever been to turn the tables on our record, and no extra variables are gonna change that.

Winona Hendrickson: If you think that, then let’s not waste any more time waiting around. Let’s do this right now.

(Winona interjected, gesturing for Hanako to enter the ring.)

Hanako Nanami: That’s fine by me-

???: I hate to interrupt, especially with how thoroughly entertaining this has been.

(A third voice interrupted Hanako and Winona just as they were on the verge of coming to blows. From within the crowd at the top of the stairs, Rei Oboro made her presence known. A grin stained her face as she made her long walk to the ring, taking her sweet time as Hanako just frowned, staying on the apron.)

(An equally irritated Winona relented, taking a step back as she watched Rei walk up the steps and enter the ring, twirling the microphone in her hand before raising it upwards.)

Rei Oboro: It would’ve been far more entertaining if I let you two go at it right now, no?

(She stepped forward in an almost carefree manner, drawing the ire of the Hanako and Winona with each step.)

Rei Oboro: But, I’d rather you both be upright while I get to my part to play. And with Reckless Wiring right around the corner, it’s only fair that I make my voice heard along with yours. Truthfully, I’d love to revel in the destruction the two of you will cause each other, in the words I spoke into existence once again proving undeniable. But that would be just a tad bit too immature for my liking.

Rei Oboro: I can’t say that I am attached to your battles beyond that, as all I am here for is the prospective punishment I can wreak while the two of you try to kill each other. It’s really just too fun to think about, I’d end up wasting so much time imagining all the pain I can inflict, and while I find it all too fascinating, I must not dwell on it too much. In the end, it is a margin of finality you’ll have to accept on your own, and none of my verbal urgings can do much about that.

(Rei turned, facing Winona for a moment, flashing a still-joyous grin.)

Rei Oboro: You understand, right?

(Before Winona could answer, ‘Razorface’ by Celldweller began to play over the speakers, and the three women in the ring swiftly turned their attention to the entrance ramp as David Gideon Smith soon made his way out, ready to get himself involved as well as he stopped half way down the ring, slowly raising the microphone up to his lips.)

David Gideon Smith: I see that you all have your own emotional investments in this, but I see little value in letting this go on in circles any further. For three elitists that I expect to deliver on even a modicum of their potential, I see that some of the lazy, defensive mentalities you latch onto still remain. None of you will deliver on that potential if you continue on such a path, so it falls to me to nudge you in a better direction.

David Gideon Smith: I look forward to seeing what you might be able to accomplish when all is said and done, but there is still a hard limit on what you’ll be able to do. Your inevitable defeat remains fixed, and while I implore you to try and resist, I’d first like to see your truest forms on display. Your true natures, no longer inhibited by your mental defense mechanisms, that is what I want to see and it is what is necessary for any of you to truly reach my expectations. Sadly, I’m afraid my perspective on your growth may shift after all. You’re struggling to keep up, and now I see nothing more than three elitists whose lights are oh so close to getting extinguished…

(David took an extra couple of steps towards the ring, stopping at the base of the ramp as his steady gaze crossed the three elitists inside the ring.)

David Gideon Smith: …

Hanako Nanami: …

Winona Hendrickson: ..-

(BAM!)

(Once again, Winona fell to the ground as the blow connected with the back of her head. Rei stood over her, the microphone clutched like a weapon as she turned to face Hanako. She lightly shrugged her shoulders.)

Rei Oboro: (off-mic) I couldn’t resist.

Stew-O: AND REI RUSHES AT HANAKO WITH THAT MICROPHONE RAISED HIGH IN THE AIR, SWINGING FOR THE FENCES BUT HANAKO HAS IT SCOUTED! SHE DUCKS UNDER, AND ROLLS THROUGH TO THE CENTER OF THE RING AS A DOWNED WINONA CLEARS OUT!

Flannery McCoy: REI TURNS ON A DIME, LOOKING TO CATCH HANAKO AS SHE TURNS, BUT HANAKO CATCHES HER FIRST WITH A SPINNING KICK TO THE STOMACH, DOUBLING HER OVER AND FORCING HER TO DROP THE MIC! SHE WASTES NO TIME, TAKING REI OFF HER FEET WITH A HURRICANRANA! REI ROLLS TO THE OUTSIDE!

Jake Mercer: HANAKO TAKES OFF, HITTING THE ROPES ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE RING, LOOKING FOR A DIVE ONTO A DAZED REI OBORO! BUT WAIT-!!

(As Hanako hit the ropes, an outstretched hand caught her by the ankle and tripped her up, subsequently dragging her under the ropes and to the outside where-)

Stew-O: BIG ELBOW BY WINONA HENDRICKSON! SHE GETS THE RECEIPT TO HANAKO IN NO TIME FLAT, FOLLOWING IT UP WITH A CRUSHING BACK ELBOW!

Flannery McCoy: AND SHE TURNS HER ATTENTION BACK TO THE RING, MEETING REI WHO ALSO MAKES HER WAY INTO THE RING! BUT ITS WINONA WHO REACHES THE MIDDLE FIRST, LEAPING INTO THE AIR AND TAKING REI OFF HER FEET WITH THAT GOLDEN LASSO! BIG SUPERMAN FOREARM BY WINONA!

Jake Mercer: She is on fire right now! But she’s got to look out for the unseen variable! She turns around but is too late to stop David Gideon Smith as he enters the ring and grabs her by the throat without a single second of wasted movement!

Stew-O: Winona tries to thrash and loosen his grip, but David is just too strong, lifting her up…RESONANCE!

Flannery McCoy: CHERRY CRUSH! THE WHEEL KICK BY HANAKO CATCHES THE BACK OF DAVID’S HEAD, KNOCKING HIM INTO WINONA AND SENDING THE LATTER TO THE MAT! MEANWHILE, DAVID STUMBLES INTO THE CORNER!

Jake Mercer: STANDING METEORA CATCHES DAVID ON THE NOSE! HE SLUMPS DOWN, AND GETS HIT WITH A FOLLOW UP, MORE TRADITIONAL METEORA THAT KNOCKS HIM SILLY! HANAKO ROLLS HIM TO THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND BEGINS TO CLIMB!

Stew-O: HANAKO STANDS TALL, LOOKING DOWN AT DAVID WHO IS MOTIONLESS, AND SHE TAKES FLIGHT! ‘CARNATION STOOOOOOOOORM!!!’

Flannery McCoy: CONNECTS! HANAKO LIGHTS DGS RIGHT UP AS- OH WAIT! WINONA GRABS HER BEFORE SHE CAN MOVE OFF HIM, DEADLIFTING HER UP IN THE AIR AND RIGHT INTO-

Jake Mercer: ‘HEAVEN SENT’ UNREAL STRENGTH ON DISPLAY AS WINONA HENDRICKSON LEVELS HANAKO WITH THAT VICIOUS POWERBOMB! SHE IS OTHERWORLDLY RIGHT NOW, AND FEELING THE HEAT AS SHE STANDS TALL!

(The scene pans out to show Rei on the outside recovering, David rolling to the corner to nurse his jaw, and an exhausted and beat Hanako laying on her back in the center of the ring, before finally settling on a determined Winona above her, standing proud and tall as she ends the segment off with a statement made, as Dynasty fades elsewhere.)

(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion.)

(‘Partition’ by Beyonce plays as the camera pans over to the stage area. Kassidy Heart comes out, flashing a small smirk to the cameras before her attention shifts toward the ring. The Mauler walks down the ramp, having her own personal microphone in hand, not concerning herself with the fans’ reaction whatsoever.)

Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, EAW Hall of Famer… KAAAAAAASSIIIIIIIDYYYYYYY HEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRRT!

Stew-O: Well, things have certainly escalated between Kassidy Heart and one of the newer Elitists on Dynasty in Delaney Rhodes. It all started with an accidental bump; Delaney was apologetic, Kassidy was annoyed, and Delaney felt like she was needlessly disrespected by the all-time great. Now, we’re on the cusp of taking off to Jamaica for Reckless Wiring, and Kassidy made it known: she will be taking on Delaney due to everything!

Flannery McCoy: Overreaction much? I mean, we’ve seen people get into it for a wide array of reasons, but I still can’t wrap my head around any of this happening. Like, why? Over a bump? A cracked phone? This is beyond ridiculous!

Jake Mercer: It’s a matter of respect and principle, Flannery! No surprise you’re already back to manning the Kassidy Heart hate train.

Flannery McCoy: Hate train?! For what, having common sense? Kassidy’s status does not absolve her of immaturity, you know–but I guess on that topic, I believe Kassidy is using this as a cop-out for herself since she and BRAE drew at Pain for Pride and she had to deal with her shortest-competing season in her career. Delaney Rhodes, unfortunately, garnered her ire, and I wouldn’t put it pass her with Heart saw this as a way for her to take out her frustrations and bitterness on a rookie.

Jake Mercer: THEE Kassidy Heart? NEEDING A COP-OUT? BITTER??? That’s why Empire is no longer around. You have no idea what you’re talking about. 😂😂😂😂😂

Stew-O: Alright guys, settle down! This whole situation has drummed up a lot of buzz and discourse for weeks, but regardless of how people may feel personally, the match is set. Kassidy Heart and Delaney Rhodes will face off against each other next weekend, and it’s going to be far from paradise.

(Kassidy gets in the ring and her theme fades. She takes up the center of the mat, her rightful spot, and after taking a deep breath, she speaks.)

Kassidy Heart: Well, where do I even begin? I’m not even sure if I came out and graced you all with my presence since this season started; if I did, then aside from blaming it on the usual suspect—:troll:—I have had so many dumb things happen all this time that I am, frankly, tired of it all. It should go without saying that I hate it when my energy is wasted on something so beneath me, but here we are, and who would I be if I weren’t to get the last word in? Delaney certainly can’t talk to me about anything. People like her disgust me, but at least with this match officially made, I get to swat off an annoying pest so that I don’t need to worry about it buzzing around my ear any longer.

Kassidy Heart: Make no mistake, though: Delaney Rhodes is not in my head. She’s not someone who keeps me up at night. Yet, I have seen and heard for myself the unwarranted opinions of some of you sheep claiming I blew things out of proportion and I was disrespectful, because it’s never dull to make me the bad guy, but lessons need to be taught. When Kassidy Heart comes along, you move, and I don’t mean that in just the literal sense—though it certainly would be nice to have less people around my vicinity. What I mean is, don’t try and come into *my* space. I’ve been doing this same song and dance for the better part of a decade now and I wouldn’t be surprised if Delaney decided to bump into me intentionally so that she could set herself apart from the rest of the pack. We’ve got a lot of new faces, some of whom are apparently big deals in their old promotions, and while I cannot give a single fuck about who did this or accomplished what before the literal biggest promotion in the world decided to give a glance their way, I know that Delaney is starting from scratch. Just another rookie with starry eyes and a fresh-out-of-the-PC mindset trying to make a name for herself.

(Kassidy snorts.)

Kassidy Heart: Am I sounding just a little bit conspiratorial? Perhaps. Again, I have been doing this for a long time and with how people will do anything in order to get a sliver of the spotlight on themselves, it’s been a thought that I have been humoring. Or, perhaps it’s just a weird way of me affording grace to her. Maybe she really is an oblivious dumbass who couldn’t see the error of her ways and decided to snap because she knew good and damn well that I was right about her. But, Delaney is above all of that, right? She’s just a hard-working rookie who only wants to do her job honestly!!

Kassidy Heart: 🙄

Kassidy Heart: Either way, it’s pathetic on your part. You want to treat this as you standing up for yourself or whatever sort of rallying cry you’re trying to get everyone to listen to, but it’s not going to work for me. I’m not insecure about anything. I need you to understand this, Delaney: you are insignificant to me like a piece of gum stuck to my shoe, and you need to stop talking yourself up. There’s nothing about you that screams a threat. You decided to forget who exactly laid the foundation for you to walk on, and in doing so, you stepped out of line. So, all this is? Is me simply correcting you. That’s it.

Kassidy Heart: And I certainly have a receipt coming your way since you decided to attack me a few weeks ago. There’s fearlessness, and there’s stupidity. You, my dear, exemplify the second part. It’s exhausting, but again, at least I will be able to put this all behind me. This isn’t going to be a star-making performance for you nor will it be the moment you get to have a world-shattering upset that’s going to catapult you immediately to the top. You are just going to be another person who has to learn the hard way why fucking with me is never in your best interest.

Kassidy Heart: Now, I’m not here to give this silly, stupid little girl any further attention. I just want to say that the rest of the completion shouldn’t be taking any sighs of relief just yet, because it’s I said—this is a temporary issue. Once that’s fixed, everyone else will be targeted. Given the importance of this season, it’s only fitting that I get to dominate once more with a championship around my waist, and it should be pretty obvious what I mean by that.

Crowd: :lupe: !!

Kassidy Heart: Come on. When am I never not making history? And when Delaney gets sent back down to the bottom of the card right where she belongs, I—

(CRAAAAAAASH!!!)

Stew-O: OH! THAT WAS WHY THE FANS LOOKED LIKE THAT! DELANEY RHODES WAS ABLE TO SNEAK UP TO THE TOP OF THE ROPE AND TAKE DOWN KASSIDY HEART WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK! Now she scuttles over, where she mounts Kassidy! She’s firing away!

Jake Mercer: :damn: !! I think she may have snapped! Delaney hoists her up and SLAMS her down with a gutwrench suplex! Hart goes rolling towards the ropes, favoring her back!

Flannery McCoy: And that’s precisely what I’m talking about! Kassidy has disrespected her time and time again. Now she’s dealing with the consequences of her actions! Delaney is all fired up, calling for her to get up, and the fans are LOSING their minds! Rhodes may be leaving the biggest message yet for the entire world to see!

Stew-: Kassidy staggers up! Delaney races towards her! SHE CHARGES IN—

(CRAAAAACK!!!)

Jake Mercer: BUT KASSIDY IS ABLE TO TURN THE TABLES WITH A BICYCLE KNEE! DELANEY CRUMPLES DOWN! HART STANDS BACK UP, HOLDING THE BACK OF HER HEAD WHERE SHE WAS STRICKEN AT!!

(….)

Flannery McCoy: What the—?! SHE’S ON TOP AND BITING DELANEY RIGHT ON THE FOREHEAD! RHODES IS SCREAMING!!

Stew-O: KASSIDY HAS GONE MAD!! HER TEETH SINK INTO THE FLESH, DRAWING BLOOD! RHODES’ SCREAMS ARE ONLY GETTING LOUDER!

Jake Mercer: Kassidy finally lets go, but JESUS! LOOK AT THE DAMAGE! DELANEY’S FACE IS DRIPPING WITH HER OWN BLOOD! She’s trying to get up—BUT SHE EATS A ‘HAPPILY EVER AFTER’ CURB STOMP!!

(The fans boo, horrified and sickened by the brutality. However, Kassidy calmly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand as Delaney, weakened, lies right below her.)

Stew-O: Wow… what a visceral scene here tonight. Just as we thought Delaney Rhodes might have found a way to make Kassidy see her for the threat she can be, she gets cut down by King Kass.

Flannery McCoy: Ugh… just so damn disgusting. She can’t feel proud of herself.

(Kassidy looks down and gives a nonchalant shrug.)

Kassidy Heart: (off-mic) I warned you, you stupid bitch. Don’t play with me.

(And Kassidy stalks on out with a smirk as the final shot pans in on the downed and bleeding Delaney.)

(A commercial plays for Mane ‘n Tail, featuring Chris Elite.)

(“The Reckoning” by Within Temptation hits, causing the fans in the arena to erupt into cheers for the EAW Interwire Champion. The cameras pan towards the barricade. Effy stood with her EAW Interwire Championship over her shoulder and Ahren Fournier, who held Jennipurr in his arms, standing next to her, before she made her way over the barricade and to the ring..)

Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen! The EAW Interwire Champion is here and she seems to have some things to get off of her chest after what happened last week between herself and Kendall Von.

Jake Mercer: Well Stew, we all saw it. Kendall Von paid the ultimate price last week, for deciding to go after the EAW Interwire Champion in Effy McAvoy. I can’t wait to hear what Effy has to say.. but I fear that after last week? I don’t believe that Effy is even in the slightest, satisfied.

(Effy McAvoy finally climbed into the ring, as Ahren went to get a mic for her. Ahren entered the ring afterwards, handing the microphone to Effy as her music came to a stop. Ahren Fournier took a step back, gently petting the fur of Jennipurr as Effy began to speak.)

Effy McAvoy: “You know. It really doesn’t shock me in the slightest that someone like Kendall Von would come after me. It seems to me that she believed that I was a pushover, just like many others before her have believed. She surely didn’t think that she’d just come after me and I would just forget all about it now.. did you Kendall? Oh what a silly silly girl you are Kendall Von. I don’t truly understand what possessed you to put yourself into a situation such as one where you have to deal with myself. Someone who has been through the fire and is not afraid to get too close to the flames. We simply could have handled this the mature way, you could have come to me and you could have asked for a shot at my EAW Interwire Championship if that was simply what you wanted.”
(Effy adjusted the EAW Interwire Championship over her shoulder as she tilted her head slightly.)
Effy McAvoy: “Help me understand exactly why it had to be this way. I mean, because I simply don’t mind that it had to come to this, I don’t mind dishing out the consequences to you, for your incompetent ways. Which is exactly why I laid you out last week Kendall. I needed you to understand that what you’re truly putting yourself up against, so early in your EAW career. Could easily end up leading to the demise of your EAW career even faster. You coming for my EAW Interwire Championship alone? Well that was already your biggest mistake Kendall. But then you decided to take it a step further and I was only being generous enough to return the favor to you, in a way that you would maybe understand that you’ve put yourself in a very very dangerous predicament, to understand that I am your reality in this little fairytale world that you’ve created for yourself. And I took great pride in hopefully making you realize that when I made you bleed.”
(A small smirk crept up on Effy’s face as she looked into the camera, allowing the last words she spoke to linger before speaking again.)
Effy McAvoy: “It brought me the utmost satisfaction, standing over your bloodied face and watching you writhing in pain, watching as your blood dripped down from your face and onto the stage. And in that moment Kendall, when you looked down to see your own blood on that stage, when you looked up to see the perpetrator who caused it. I’d have hoped that you’d have learned your lesson, that you would have realized that you chose to come after the wrong person. Because I will see to it every moment of your time here that you would regret disrespecting me and thinking that you can get away with it. The audacity of this silly girl.. Don’t you think Ahren? To try her luck with me as if I’d ever allow her to walk over me with her fancy shoes without getting them dirty. I want you to remember Kendall, that all of this, all of your pain that is to come.. you’ve asked for it yourself.”
(Effy looked towards the hard cam, adjusting her EAW Interwire Championship over her shoulder as she went to speak again..)
Effy McAvoy: “You will be just like everyone else that has tried to take my EAW Interwire Championship from, who has tried to disrespect my hard work and my legacy, that I have been upholding. I don’t just do this for myself, I don’t just wear this EAW Interwire Championship around my waist for myself. And I am going to make you regret ever putting your eyes and hands on my EAW Interwire Championship. So I certainly hope that you’ve gotten a good feel of it.. a feel of what it is like to hold the weight of responsibility and a legacy in your hands. Because that’ll be the last time that you ever touch the EAW Interwire Championship for as long as I have it..isn’t that right? Ahren..?
(Ahren secured the microphone from Effy, still holding Jennipurr in his hands as he raised the microphone to his lips to talk.)
Ahren Fournier: “I believe that it most certainly is Ms.McAvoy. You know, some of your challengers just haven’t quite seemed to be a part of the smart bunch, have they? I’d say that neither one of your challengers here recently has never had a clever mind to stand on. Blinded by the shiny and glimmerous aura of the EAW Interwire Championship. I feel like they UNDERESTIMATE your capabilities and lengths that you’re willing to go to retain your EAW Interwire Championship. And it’s truly saddening. Because I mean, we can stand here all day and say that they don’t know better, that they’re just to stupid to pull the wool from over their own eyes to see the truth. And that’s that Effy McAvoy? Oh yeah this right here? That’s STARPOWER.. that’s something the levels of which you may reach, Kendall, but it’s gonna take you a long time before you could fill the shoes of Effy McAvoy’s. And to a certain extent? Maybe I do feel bad because of that..”
Ahren paused for a moment, a look of no remorse forming on his face as he went to speak again..)
Ahren Fournier: “However, one can’t simply succeed to feel sadness, nor remorse for those who choose the path of unnecessary evil. But it’s Kendall’s own fault that she’s going to have to deal with the consequences of her own actions.. for ever thinking of putting her fingers on something of importance and value to our name. How dare she do that to, the EAW Interwire Champion, the best women’s champion in this business if I do say so myself. Effy, you know what you have to do, she has to learn the hard way that no one gets to try and tarnish the work that you have put in and get away with it. The disrespect has to be met with the same energy. Because Effy, we know EXACTLY who the hell you are. But it’s clear to see that Kendall Von here.. little miss “jewel city” wants to test her luck, but just doesn’t know that luck is about to run out.”
(Ahren Fournier gently caressed Jennipurr as he continued to speak..)
Ahren Fournier: “As a matter of FACT she needs to know that her sins won’t go unpunished. That rookie is going to REGRET! ever doing what she’s done to you and I can’t wait to see you turn that “Jewel of Wall Street” into a piece of TRASH.. that’s to be left in the street I mean, I don’t get it.. I don’t understand why it is that folks who haven’t even gotten their feet wet yet with any sort of valuable wins, would try and test their luck against THE Effy McAvoy. It concerns me! But it ain’t them that I’m concerned for. Nah, we don’t concern ourselves with those who deserve no not a moment of our time nor remorse now do we Jennipurr?? No no no.. not when dealing with a woman with the EAW Interwire Champion..”
Jennipurr: MEOW..
Ahren Fournier: I agree!
(“Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande played throughout the speakers of the arena as Kendall Von stepped out onto the stage! She was here and she did NOT in the slightest look happy at all, after what took place last week. She made her way down to the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: Here she is! You have to believe that Kendall Von has to be in the worst of moods after what Effy McAvoy did to her last week, blindsiding her with a title shot to the head and then standing over her with her statement made very clear.
Jake Mercer: Indeed. Kendall Von did pull off an impressive win last week, but she found herself left lying in her own blood. And quite honestly? She really doesn’t have anyone to blame that on but herself, for the way that she’s been disrespecting the EAW Interwire Champion.
(Finally, Kendall Von entered the ring, before she went to call for a mic from one of the ringside workers. She was handed one as her music came to a stop and she turned around, stepping right in front of Effy McAvoy, Ahren stepping off to the side a bit while still holding Jennipurr..)
Kendall Von: “My gosh.. I could take listening to Effy speak all day long. But you Ahren? I mean honestly don’t you have a better job to do rather than standing there and being a mouthpiece for Effy McAvoy? Genuinely what happened to yo- know what? That doesn’t matter. Because I am not out here to hear what “Ahren Fournier” has to say. Your time has come and gone. I am here, because I heard everything that Effy had to say. And there was no way that I was just going to sit backstage and just listen to another moment of your claims to make me “regret” ever disrespecting you. You know how this goes Effy, you’re a champion. A rookie shows up, 9 times out of 10 the same cycle is repeated. Let me put it in business terms for you, so that you can understand how this goes in MY world. When business is booming, when stocks are rising, the businesswoman chooses the business she believes benefits her wants and needs to be at and stay at the top of said business. You? Effy, it just so happens that you’re the competition and you have the one thing that’ll get business booming for me and raise my stocks more than they’ve already been raised..”
(Effy and Ahren stood looking on at Kendall as she spoke into the mic, a smirk forming on the face of Kendall’s as she finished speaking.. but she wasn’t done, not by a long shot..)
Kendall Von: “The EAW Interwire Championship that you hold so near and dear to your precious little heart. Effy being the woman that I am, I have standards, I have high morals and priorities in this business. You? You don’t deserve to be EAW Interwire Champion, you don’t deserve to carry that spotlight. It should be someone like me, someone like me who carries the qualities of doing what is best for business. And you as EAW Interwire Champion isn’t best for business. I mean, going around and blindsiding me with that title and coming out here and bickering on and on about what you’re going to do to me.. that could never be me Effy. Those horrendous acts of crimes are beneath me and some of the standards that withhold upon myself and some of the qualities that I possess as the woman that I am. I wouldn’t dare stoop so low as to reduce myself to such filth and garbage insults or empty promises. That seems to be more yours and Ahren’s area..”
(Kendall Von shook her head, a display of a sarcastic smile on her face as she tilted her head slightly towards Effy, before she went to speak again.)
Kendall Von: “But since we’re out here talking about “regret” then let’s pick back up on the topic shall we? Because I’ve not regretted a single action of mine, I’ve not regretted disrespecting you in any kind of way Effy. As a matter of fact, I’ve not had any regrets since I’ve joined this company. Well.. maybe my only regret is that I didn’t join soon enough to be the one to stop you from winning that EAW Interwire Championship. Other than that? I see no issue with me coming to the Dynasty brand and instantly making my mark by coming after you. I’m not sure that I’ll be regretting anything anytime soon. You on the other hand Effy, you and Ahren? I like to see that as a different story. Because if there’s anyone that’s going to “regret” anything then it’ll be you both. I’m going to make sure that the both of you regret chastising me and I am especially going to make you regret blindsiding me and making me bleed with that EAW Interwire Championship Effy..”
(Kendall came to a bit of a pause, her eyes landing on the EAW Interwire Championship, before they landed back on Effy McAvoy..)
Kendall Von: “You took my moment last week when I beat Haruka and claimed it for yourself when you stood over my bloodied face. A moment in the spotlight that I deserved to have, was taken away from me, because your “bitter” poor soul Effy. And because you took my well deserved moment and spotlight from me. You will pay.. and you’ll pay when I not only beat you Effy, but when I take that EAW Interwire Championship from you and I make it mine.. and believe me when I say that it will be MINE. Your days are numbered, and your expiration date for your title reign is coming up soon. So do me a favor and keep that title warm for me.. would you?”
(Effy narrowed her eyes at Kendall, staring her down as she raised the mic to her lips to speak again.)
Effy McAvoy: “Are you finished..?”
(A small smile crept up on Effy’s face at her question to Kendall Von, Kendall rolling her eyes as Effy spoke again.)
Effy McAvoy: “You know, since my time in meeting you Kendall. I’ve come to realize that you’re clearly very full of yourself. Especially to think that you’re going to take what’s mine from me. The EAW Interwire Championship.. I don’t believe that you truly understand what it means to me after all that I’ve been through. Do you Kendall? You simply just don’t understand the severity of the place that this EAW Interwire Championship holds within my heart. Ah, but how could you hm? You’ve not had a single care to get to know since you’ve only been plagued with the nasty thought of continuously pushing your agenda to become the next EAW Interwire Champion. A rookie looking to make a big splash in just a short time here in EAW. And you’ve done so, so far just by coming for me alone and staking your claim for being the next EAW Interwire Champion. You may have all of the tools in the world to be champion one day Kendall. But the key word there is “one day” because I don’t see a world where you beat me for my EAW Interwire Championship, I don’t see a world where you fulfill your destiny at my expense, and I definitely don’t see a world where I allow myself to be disrespected by having this title taken from me by a “rookie..”
(Effy grinned after the disrespect towards Kendall, feeling that she’d made herself very clear in the moment. But Kendall just scoffed and she rolled her eyes at Effy.)
Kendall Von: “Oh wow.. there it is. The old “rookie” card. Who knew that was coming? Effy, sweetie you can’t hurt my feelings. Because I don’t look at any of this between us from a personal standpoint. I look at it from a business standpoint. And when I think about it from a business standpoint, I don’t think of you being the EAW Interwire Champion as what’s best for business, because if that were the case.. then you wouldn’t be someone that I’d be coming after right now. Now would you be? I stand here now watching you clutch that EAW Interwire Championship as close to you as you can. Because even though you know that I am a “rookie” Effy. You know deep down that in this business that anything can happen and you know that I know, that you know that as a rookie, I am very well capable of beating you and turning your reality into a living hell honey. That championship is something that you hold dear honey, not just for yourself, but seemingly for Ahren as well-”
(Effy cut Kendall off, giving her a death glare as she raised the microphone up to her lips to speak, a stern tone in her voice..)
Effy McAvoy: “Do not bring up Ahren.. this is about myself and you. I would watch what you do or say about him, because it can get way worse than just me blindsiding you with this championship to the face. You have no right to continue to speak on Ahren, furthermore you have no right to stand here, claiming that you deserve to be EAW Interwire Champion. Just because you feel like you’ve earned it. But you know what Kendall? I am a fighting champion and even though you’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side. I can still be generous enough to allow you to have a chance to prove your claims to be true. But don’t think that it’ll be easy even in the slightest. You’re driving yourself to your demise a lot faster than you think you are Kendall and it’s going to lead you to a very dark place.. and to failure.”
(Kendall looked on, but she didn’t seem phased at all by the words that Effy were speaking, before she raised the mic to her lips.)
Kendall Von: “Yeah you keep telling yourself that Effy, you just go ahead and continue to underestimate me and you’ll find yourself titleless and crying in the arms of Ahren’s all because of the fact that you couldn’t deliver on your empty claims and threats to put me in my place when it mattered the most. Because let’s be honest, you’re nothing without Ahren or that EAW Interwire Championship in your reach. Meanwhile myself on the other hand? I am everything that that title needs in a star. “The Jewel of Wall Street” is not just a nickname. It’s a lifestyle, it’s the way that I carry myself. And even as a rookie? I can still be a better EAW Interwire Champion than you, even more so hold it to a higher standard than you.”
(Effy just smiled, but it was really to mask the frustration that was boiling beneath her own skin, before finally she calmed down and she spoke a final few words.)
Effy McAvoy: “I guess we will have to wait and see won’t we Kendall? You just can’t seem to stop the disrespect, so I guess that I’ll have to put a stop to you. After I beat you for my EAW Interwire Championship Kendall. You will know what “failure” truly feels like. I just hope that you don’t turn out to be like any other rookie who took their ball and ran home, just because they couldn’t get the job done. But oh well!”
(Effy dropped the mic, turning to leave the ring along with Ahren who was about to follow behind her..)
(THUD!!!)
Stew-O: KENDALL VON JUST DROPPED AHREN FOURNIER WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE NECK!!
(Effy, realizing what just happened, turned around slowly, looking down at Ahren with a rage that was burning in her eyes! But being so caught off guard by the attack on Ahren, Kendall took the opening!!)
(“VON IN A MILLION!!!” KENDALL VON JUST DROPPED EFFY MCAVOY WITH THAT HUGE DOUBLE UNDERHOOK PILEDRIVEER SPIKING EFFY ON HER HEAD!!)
Jake Mercer: Kendall Von with a statement being made here tonight! Dropping both Ahren and Effy! And this crowd is letting Kendall Von hear it right now..
(Kendall Von didn’t seem to care, reaching down and grabbing the EAW Interwire Championship and raising it high into the air, with it being the last shot seen, before the show transitioned, ending the segment..)
Cy Henderson will not allow for Kirk Redwood’s high to continue! – SEGMENT TBP ASAP
[Cy Henderson and Kirk Redwood are in a room having an interview moderated by Michael Belfortt and both of them are notably banged up due to the constant attacks. Michael taps into how the whole issue even arose. Kirk claims Cy is an old yeller who’s scared he’s gonna get put down since he beat two hall of famers—and Cy mimes this mockingly as he believes Kirk overuses this—while Cy says Kirk’s whole new demeanor is just fake and he wants to act like he’s making a genuine stride when he’s seen for himself how people get caught up in their own hype only to fall off. Kirk teases if Cy can relate and Cy pretty much is like well one of us actually was a world champ before they burned bridges! He flexes his credentials over Kirk as things also get more heated when Michael asks where they both see themselves by the end of season 20 and they both desire being World Heavyweight Champion while denying the other’s capabilities of reaching those heights. Kirk said Cy can’t handle the fact another legend got his little karma; Cy gaslights asking if he’s taking up for Drake but he says no he can just smell insecurity and then that’s when Cy rushes up and TOSSES the chair he’s sitting on at him! But Kirk peeped game and the two brawl. Unfortunately, Michael is tangled up in the middle so he gets some blows to land on him before security hears the commotion and breaks everything up.]

(As the scene pans back into an overview of the arena as a whole, ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics blared through the speakers as the crowd did not react in a very positive manner, which is made glaringly apparent with Harper Lee holding the briefcase, emerging from the back & standing at the ramp.)

Stephie Love: LADIES & GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME… 2026 CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER, HARPERRRRRRR LEE!!!!

Stew-O: It’s no surprise that the Cash in the Vault Holder herself is headed toward quite the collision course against the Empress of Elite herself, and she may have to navigate her way through the ordeal after everything that has transpired between them so far. Quite the tumultuous turn of events, if I do say so myself.

Flannery McCoy: I’d say that’s putting it rather lightly, they have been going back & forth with one another in a plethora of ways ever since this season has begun, and I highly doubt that we’ll be seeing any true comradery to come from these two—and with Harper Lee herself looking to come out here to address a couple things, that seems to be all the more impossible.

Jake Mercer: I mean, how can you really blame her for that much?? We’ve seen exactly the kind of person that she is, and I think KASAI should’ve probably known as much too! Nonetheless, it’s all led to what will eventually come to fruition at Reckless Wiring, and we’ve got some time before that happens!

(The music begins to die down, as Harper holds the microphone in her hand, allowing all of the negative reception to simmer down toward her, not having a care for their responses while the briefcase handle is held with her other palm, soon raising the microphone.)

Harper Lee: Well, I can’t say that I’m all too shocked with how all of this has come to be. It’s pretty much a given at this rate, I don’t see why anyone would be surprised quite frankly—especially you, KASAI, despite how much more hopelessly aloof I believe you to be, you should’ve expected this just as much as anybody else as well. I still do not understand what exactly you saw in whatever it was that we had toward one another, ‘cause you certainly tried to extend yourself a lot further than you believed was actually possible. Not that I exactly blame you, after all this is a thankless place where unity is often rare, it’s no wonder certain decisions were put in place in order to ensure that I find myself cooped up on Dynasty after all—but you know what? That doesn’t become a detriment for me, ‘cause I have always been all the more independently capable when it comes to my successes, which I am still proving to this very day, for the record.

(Harper hoists the briefcase highly, which brings upon continued negativity from the audience as she simply rolls her eyes.)

Harper Lee: Egregious, you can surely do a little better than that. Anywho, I’ve done more than enough that equates to the respect I should be given, but is that really ever the case? Not exactly. I’m gonna eventually find myself holding World Championship gold again, a long enough drought in itself, but before I can do that—I’ve still got this little Empress problem that needs addressing, and I must say, KASAI, I am utterly unconvinced…

(Harper rests the briefcase down, as she retrieves a significant item from her pocket—the note, of which KASAI’s aid had given to her two weeks ago.)

Harper Lee: Such an interesting matter here, after what’s already happened & all… And how it all spiraled, laying you out after what you did to me in the main event of last night’s show…? C’mon, I don’t believe that you’re truly prepared for everything that’s eventually gonna come your way, nor or you truly all about what’s coming after how you’ve essentially exposed yourself in front of everyone possible. Would you like to know what I really think…? I truly believe, that you’re doing all that you possibly can to cover up how blind you were all along. Blinded by believing in this fabled mutual respect between us, that would’ve somehow turned into this heightened sense of alignment amongst us.

(A small grin arises as she glances down upon the note, crumpling it back into her pocket as she sighs.)

Harper Lee: In the end, you look like nothing more than a clown. You believed that an elitist of your own caliber could truly brush shoulders with me…? A future Hall of Famer, a woman who will inevitably become a two-time World Champion…? Yeah, that was never happening. Not in a million years—and I’d consider THAT assessment quite generous. I’ve accomplished so much more than I could possibly explain in terms of lowering myself to a level as below my radar as your own—

(The lights immediately cut off, and before long—two spotlights emerged. Harper stands in her own spotlight, with visible confusion on her face as she immediately stands in a far more defensive posture, scouting around ‘till she looks ahead to the entrance ramp.)

(As another spotlight is shining upon the stage, where the very aides of KASAI are stood at the stage, as they proceed to taunt Harper from afar while they remain as they are. This causes Harper to slowly grin, shaking her own head as she proceeds to taunt right back, refusing to be swayed by the intimidation of the aides that are stood far from her reach.)

Stew-O: WAIT A SECOND…

(The lights turn back on, and another presence is inside the ring—as Harper feels said presence behind, exhaling sharply with a grimace as she turns—)

Flannery McCoy: ‘ABDICATION’!!!! DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER FROM KASAI!!! Harper is immediately clutching onto her own nose as she’s scrambling around the ring! She’s just been caught off guard in an immense way after KASAI pulled off an incredible ruse! And Harper is trying to bring herself upward, refusing to stay down for long despite the Empress RUSHING AHEAD—

Jake Mercer: ‘MATRICIDE’!!!! SKULL KICK CAUSES HARPER TO SLUMP BACK DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS!!! KASAI sends the freakin’ message!!! She just made sure that Harper Lee isn’t letting herself close off this night on any word!

Stew-O: As KASAI is now standing tall, all the while with her own aides looking on as the Empress of Elite has been able to make the Cash in the Vault holder herself lay dormant in the middle of the ring, all of this comes to a collision course at Reckless Wiring…

(Harper Lee remains laid out on the canvas as KASAI stands over her, grinning to herself as she keeps her gaze strong over the fallen Harper before glaring toward the hard camera, as the scene soon fades.)

(Fading back in, Saori Aizen, the Specialists Champion, walks through the corridor. The champion dons a conceited smirk, still content with her handiwork from last week.)

Stew-O: And there’s Saori Aizen, who certainly has been enjoying her stay on Dynasty as of late. Last week, we all saw how she laid Jamie Valdez out and has continued to demean her as someone unworthy of taking the title from her.

Jake Mercer: She really has become a bit more brash in lieu of everything. Saori is making it known that the Specialists division is her domain, and it doesn’t matter who’s placed in front of her. She is going to do everything she can to ensure she retains the title.

Flannery McCoy: Things certainly have escalated between her and Jamie, too. I wonder if she’s looking for her?

(That would be on the money. Saori glances around before her eyes land on a particular locker room door–and her smirk widens.)

Stew-O: Guess we got our answer on that one, don’t we?

(The champion approaches it. The camera shot reveals Jamie’s name on the door, and Saori doesn’t hesitate to give a few knocks on it.)

Saori Aizen: Are you sulking in there? Not becoming of someone who said they wished to beat me. How weak.

(…)

Saori Aizen: Oh? Not responding, are you?

(…)

Saori Aizen: … ah. Perhaps that’s not even the case. Heh. All that bravado, only to not emerge when it matters the most. Perhaps the nerves have finally gotten to her.

(Saori gives an impassive shrug. She turns on the heel of her shoes and goes to leave–)

???: As if I would ever get nerves over an arrogant bitch like you.

(She stops.)

Saori Aizen: So, you truly *are* a coward. That’s somehow even worse of a realization.

(The champion’s attention diverts right back to the door.)

Saori Aizen: But me, arrogant? Or am I proud? Am I secure in the fact that I have lived up to my own expectations whilst you sulk and have to grandstand with such flimsy statements so that the blow to your *own* ego isn’t as intense? Because there’s quite a difference with that, and the sooner you recognize that, the better off you’ll be.

(She snickers, leaning against the nearby part of a wall.)

Saori Aizen: In fact, I am so secure that I will be heading off for Bloodsport shortly. Damon and I will put down these two fools, and then, I get to come back around and do the same thing to you. Isn’t that exciting?

(A scoff can be heard from the other side.)

Jamie Valdez: Really? So you’re not scared of the fact that you’re putting too much on your plate?

Saori Aizen: Why would I? You’re no threat to me.

Jamie Valdez: Yeah, yeah. That’s what they all say–until they get proven wrong.

(Saori chuckles.)

Saori Aizen: Then if you truly believe that, why hide? Open up this door so that we can speak properly—unless you’re scared of me laying you out again.

(…)

(…)

(…)

(The door creaks open.)

Jake Mercer: 👀 Well, there we go!

(Saori pushes it further and steps in. When she looks around, however, she does not see Jamie.)

Saori Aizen: Hm?

(Of course, an immediate thought jumps to mind. It just came a fraction too late.)

(SLAM!)

Stew-O: OH MY! JAMIE WAS HIDING BEHIND THAT DOOR! SHE JUST DECKED SAORI ON THE HEAD WITH A TRASHCAN LID! SAORI STUMBLES AND JAMIE RUSHES ON IN, PUMMELING HER WITH PUNCHES!

Jake Mercer: SAORI MANAGES TO KICK HER OFF! THE CHAMPION SCRAMBLES BACK TO HER FEET—ONLY TO BE DRIVEN INTO THE LOCKER! JAMIE ATTACKS, BUT SAORI IS FIGHTING BACK, CLUBBING HER OVER THE BACK WITH FOREARMS!

Flannery McCoy: OH! KICK TO THE KNEE! JAMIE DROPS DOWN, AND SAORI ISN’T GRINNING ANYMORE! SHE GRABS THAT LID, LAUNCHING IT RIGHT FOR JAMIE’S FACE! OH NO!

(CRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSH!!!!!)

Stew-O: JAMIE GOT OUT OF DODGE! NOW THE TWO TACKLE EACH OTHER TO THE FLOOR, SPILLING BAGS AND ALL SORTS OF ITEMS EVERYWHERE!

(Security then rush in, hearing the commotion.)

Stew-O: The guards are here! They swarm in, breaking up both women! Saori grabs the title, and she still has half a mind to try and break through to Jamie!

(Saori huffs raggedly. She snarls. Her hand goes to her forehead.)

Saori Aizen: You know what? You’re not even worth it tonight! I will make sure this is a miserable experience for you at Reckless Wiring!

(And she’s led out by some of the security, whereas the others hold back a screaming and completely irate Jamie Valdez.)

Jake Mercer: God DAMN! Security are going through it tonight! We just saw some of them have to break up Cy and Kirk; now they have to do the same with Jamie and Saori! Ain’t no peace to be had here on Dynasty!

Flannery McCoy: And the night isn’t even over just yet. Oh dear, I just hope there’s a bit of a break to be had amidst the chaos…

Stew-O: Well, I’m getting word we’ll be heading over to Tyrone Montgomery’s office now, and I can only imagine he isn’t too happy about the chaos that has unfolded all throughout the night.

(The final shot shows Jamie screaming for Saori, and from there, we fade elsewhere.)

(Shifting backstage, Brianna Hill, Michael Machina and BRAE are seen within the office of Tyrone Montgomery, with the general manager looking particularly stressed out judging by how he’s rubbing his forehead. A sigh escapes him.)

Tyrone Montgomery: What a night. I hope Mr. Belfort is okay.

(He sets aside his phone and then looks to the three Elitists.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Well, that’s my headache to bear. I’m sure you guys don’t really care for all of the craziness—can even say things have been crazy amongst yourselves.

(All three remain seated, not really having much of an expression themselves. Tyrone nods and gets right to it.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Well, I just wanted to check in with all of you along with having to step in and conduct this interview myself since that whole incident with Cy and Kirk made a mess of things. Not really my style, but hey, what can you do? So, I guess we can go ahead and—

Michael Machina: Look man, no disrespect to you or anything, but stick to the paperwork, yeah?

(Tyrone pauses and blinks.)

Tyrone Montgomery: I’m sorry?

(Brianna lifts a brow, snickering.)

Brianna Hill: Come on. Just because your ego has been bruised doesn’t mean you have to take it out on him.

(Michael snaps a side-eye her way.)

Michael Machina: Nothing’s bruised about me.

Brianna Hill: You sure? I think I see a shiner.

Michael Machina: Yeah? Then it means you need to avert your eyes before you can’t see for much longer.

(A scoff slips from BRAE’s lips.)

BRAE: Pathetic.

Michael Machina: Excuse me?

(Michael turns his head to him. BRAE looks back at him, arms folded to his chest.)

BRAE: All of this, I mean. Here we are, sitting and stewing like a bunch of scolded children, getting snippy with the literal man responsible for giving us these opportunities, even crossing over our own lines of respect and for what? Because of a title contendership on the line?

Michael Machina: Oh, so what, you wanna try and host your own lecture? I don’t know if you’ve forgotten, but—

Brianna Hill: Here we go again. 🥱

Michael Machina: —oh, so now you’re trying to be funny?

Brianna Hill: Well, he called us all children, didn’t he? Might as well liven up the classroom.

BRAE: Right. Yet, you came up and interjected yourself because you sought to be taken seriously.

Tyrone Montgomery: Uh, guys…?

(They do not listen.)

Brianna Hill: Yeah, BRAE, I did—and I still stand by my words. Hell, I still stand by this match. I know exactly who I am and what I can do. All I have done is taken my career here in EAW seriously. Sometimes it actually paid off and sometimes it got taken for granted. Yet, I’m now on Dynasty, and I have all the plans in the world to become a champion. I definitely have plans to beat you and move on to becoming the next World Heavyweight Champion—

Michael Machina: I’m sorry, what? Look, Brianna, there’s nothing wrong with ambition, but what exactly makes you think you can win this match? Let alone over me?

Brianna Hill: Because I frankly don’t give a damn about *you*. *That’s why*. Again, it goes back to that ‘bruised ego’ thing you’ve got going on?

(Tyrone clears his throat.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Okay, okay! Ahaha. Strong words, but, uh, we—

Michael Machina: You would know about that considering you got kicked to the curb like a wounded mutt the second you outlived your usefulness to Silas World. And how did it all pan out for you in the end? Oh, right: it didn’t.

(That gets Brianna to scowl.)

Brianna Hill: Oh, please. Don’t even try to go the mental route, meathead. It’s not like I’ve hidden my frustrations. In fact, I have been more than candid about everything. I’m just using it as fuel.

Michael Machina: That’s what they all say…

BRAE: Well, we *all* are, aren’t we? We didn’t exactly end our seasons on the highest of notes, and that’s why our paths have crossed. However, you two continue to get worse as the weeks roll by and I have to wonder. All I know is, I at least want a fight, not a bickering party over who has the bigger ego or this, that and the third. It won’t make much of a difference once that bell rings.

Brianna Hill: I don’t know, BRAE. Not sure anyone asked you to be the voice of reason—

Tyrone Montgomery: HEY! Guys, let’s settle down now!

(But Michael huffs and comes to a stand.)

Michael Machina: Nah, I’m outta here. I don’t have time for this bullshit. All these “interviews” and questions as if we’re at a group fuckin’ therapy session—this is ridiculous.

Tyrone Montgomery: Oh, come on!

(BRAE rises, grabbing Michael’s wrist.)

BRAE: And since when did you run off like a—

(CRACK!)

(BRAE stumbles backwards right into Brianna, whose lower back hits the edge of Tyrone’s desk!)

Brianna Hill: Damn it!

(BRAE holds his jaw, and Michael whirls around to him after placing his hand back to his side.)

Michael Machina: DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME! Are you fucking stupid or something!?

(BRAE doesn’t even respond; taking off and tackling him down to the ground! All the while, Brianna rushes in and KNEES HIM TO THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD!)

Tyrone Montgomery: DAMN IT! GUARDS! COME HERE, TOO! WHAT IS WITH EVERYONE FIGHTING TONIGHT!?

(It soon becomes a violent tornado with Michael, Brianna and BRAE all laying into each other! Security swarms in, and Tyrone shoots up from his chair. Flustered, he yells at the cameraman.)

Tyrone Montgomery: Get out of here! Now! NOW! THIS IS NOT FOR ENTERTAINMENT! THIS IS A FREAKING MESS!

(He storms in and shoos them off. The cameraman quickly backpedals out of the chaotic office, and from there, the scene fades…)

(A commercial is shown for Pizza Hut. The best pizza ever, no questions and no debates.

(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show the arena as Stew-O is seen standing up from the commentary table with a microphone in hand.)

Stew-O: Welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty everyone, and what a show it has been one week ahead of our very first exclusive Marquee Event of the season, Reckless Wiring. Unfortunately, I have come to bear some bad news.

(The crowd murmurs in confusion, unsure of what is going to possibly happen.)

Stew-O: Tonight, it was advertised that Drake King and King Sulyvahn IV would meet one last time in this ring to close off the show. But I have been informed… that Drake King is not here tonight.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The crowd is not happy about that, as loud boos are heard throughout the arena.)

Stew-O: But, we have reached a compromise. As right now, live via satellite, we will take you to his church, The Eternal Above. As I will ask some questions pertaining to Reckless Wiring to close the show.

(The camera then goes over to the titantron, as it lights up and shows The Eternal Above, live via satellite. At the altar, is Sister Anabelle, the long-serving advocate of Drake King.)

Stew-O: Sister Anabelle, thank you for your time.

Sister Anabelle: Of course.

Stew-O: To my understanding, Drake King *chose* not to be here tonight, correct?

(Sister Anabelle nods her head, prompting the crowd to boo loudly.)

Sister Anabelle: Yes. Drake King has taken the week off to prepare for Reckless Wiring. There was business that needed to be taken care of.

Stew-O: May I ask what that business is?

Sister Anabelle: If he chooses to disclose that with you, then you will get your answer. Right now, I’m afraid I have nothing to say pertaining to that.

Stew-O: That’s completely understandable.

Sister Anabelle: Thank you.

Stew-O: Might I ask *your* perspective on the situation with Drake King and King Sulyvahn IV?

(Anabelle pauses, thinking to herself for a moment.)

Sister Anabelle: I believe that anybody is welcome to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship, as is the same for anyone looking to open their arms to The Eternal Above. To me, it is a simple way of thinking, and regardless of how Drake King feels about it, he was never going to be the type of person who declined a challenge regardless of who it was against. He has been burned one too many times in the past, in a way, I can’t particularly blame him for his way of thinking, but…

Stew-O: But…

(Before Sister Anabelle can respond, her eyes wander somewhere else in the church to a figure slowly approaching. The footsteps grow louder as a gloved hand is seen entering into the frame.)

Drake King: That will be enough, Sister. Thank you.

(Anabelle nods, as she stands up and makes her way out of the scene. The crowd boos as Drake King finally makes his appearance. The World Heavyweight Champion has a cold expression on his face as he glares at the camera.)

Stew-O: Drake, thank you for taking the time to join us.

Drake King: I do not have time for small talk, Stew. You will get to your point and we will be on our way.

Stew-O: Alright then… I would like to ask you about what I just discussed with Sister Anabelle. She said that you had some business to conduct last week, could you elaborate any further on that?

Drake King: Gladly. These past couple of weeks have been a sort of welcoming party for King Sulyvahn IV. This company has done everything in their power to roll out the red carpet for him and lead him right to the very top. When questioned about this, the figurehead in charge, Tyrone Montgomery, refused to admit that this was a blatant abuse of power at the expense of the real men and women who worked hard to actually *earn* their spots in this company. I’ve mentioned before this is not something that overtakes me with anger, unfortunately, when you are God, this is nothing out of the ordinary no matter what brand you find yourself on. But it was apparent to me that action needed to be taken, something needed to be done.

(Drake exhales, pausing for a moment.)

Drake King: I talked to Tyrone Montgomery, and he and I came to an agreement for quite possibly the first time during my run on Dynasty. He agreed to allow me to choose one of the three stipulations for my match against Sulyvahn at Reckless Wiring… *The Eternal Above.*

(The crowd murmurs in confusion, having no idea what this could possibly mean.)

Drake King: The details of this match will not be revealed until it commences. I choose to refrain from explaining such a stipulation because it is simple: The people will vote for what they believe is right. If The Eternal Above is chosen, then it will reveal their innermost feelings about how they *truly* feel. How they open themselves up to the mystery that awaits them, and how they would choose to open their eyes to my words, my ways, had it not been under my name. Sulyvahn will lose regardless of the result, and that is something that I revel in…

(Drake nods his head slowly as he continues.)

Drake King: This is me taking back control. Last week was me showing that I am the one with the power in this situation, and Sulyvahn was merely playing into my hand. Reckless Wiring is my trump card, and I will enjoy it very… very much.

???: ENOUGH!!!

(Drake stops as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers hearing the familiar voice. The camera goes over to reveal King Sulyvahn IV as he slides into the ring, pointing to the titantron with a microphone in hand.)

Drake King: I was wondering when you were going to show up.

King Sulyvahn IV: If there is ONE THING that I am *not* going to stand for, it’s to be treated as though I am a PAWN in a corrupt man’s game. Last week, what you did to me Drake King, make no mistake about it… it was embarrassing. But not for me, for YOU!

Drake King: Why is that, Sulyvahn? Please, enlighten me. Since you appear to have all the answers anyhow. Is it because I got the better of you? Is that why?

King Sulyvahn IV: You hid behind your blind, subservient followers because you KNEW that was all that you had left. You are fighting with scraps and you refuse to admit that because to say such a thing is to admit that you do NOT have the control that you claim to have over me. I gave you your grace, even when you did not deserve it, even when I had every single reason to go against you and your ideology, but look at what you did? You decided that it would be in your best interest to lie and cheat as you have ALWAYS done, and now this… “The Eternal Above.”

(Sulyvahn pauses, as he can’t help but laugh at that.)

King Sulyvahn IV: How *pathetic.* But if that is the price that I have to pay… then I will pay it!

Drake King: Price? What price do you have to pay? You have no stakes in this game, Sulyvahn, has that not occurred to you yet? If you win this match, you complete the most undeserved rise that this place has ever seen. If you lose this match, they chalk it up to you being recently debuted and don’t hold it against you. They prop you up and give you all the praise in the world for skipping the line ahead of everyone else because of your privilege, and you expect to convince me that there is a “price” for this journey that you’ve taken? Unless you expect to answer it with embarrassment, then I don’t want to listen to any of what you have to say.

King Sulyvahn IV: It is simple, Drake, I’m surprised that you don’t understand it… if that is the price that I have to pay to SAVE this company from your wretched hands, then it is a price that I will pay!

(The crowd cheers loudly at this, as Drake continues to bear a dead serious expression on his face, with it being unsure about how he feels right now.)

Drake King: Is that so…? And I assume everyone agrees with you considering that they are backing you? How quaint. It’s funny how you of all people are what they claim themselves to be. A delusional man who surrounds himself with clueless followers who believe that they’re instilling change, but the fact of the matter is that it is only their deluded ways of thinking. Funny how the tables turn, don’t they? I wish I could take anything you say seriously for your own sake, Sulyvahn, but unfortunately… The honeymoon period has run out.

(Drake leans forward as he stares at the camera.)

Drake King: A King can never rise to the heights of a God.

(He stands up as he makes his way out of the scene, as the titantron shuts off. Sulyvahn, though, is not happy with how this ended.)

King Sulyvahn IV: NO! DRAKE, YOU GET BACK HERE NOW-

Stew-O: FROM BEHIND! SULYVAHN JUST GOT LAID OUT!

Flannery McCoy: AND IT’S BY THE “LOYAL FOLLOWERS” OF DRAKE KING! THE MEMBERS OF THE CHURCH ARE BEGINNING TO STOMP HIM OUT, SIMILAR TO LAST WEEK!

Jake Mercer: SULYVAHN IS OUTNUMBERED AGAIN! AND DRAKE KING MIGHT’VE HAD ONE LAST RESOUNDING STATEMENT FOR HIM AHEAD OF RECKLESS WIRING!

Stew-O: BUT LOOK AT WHAT’S HAPPENING, SULYVAHN IS PREPARED THIS TIME! HE BEGINS TO DELIVER PUNCH AFTER PUNCH TO EACH OF THEM THAT TRY AND RESTRAIN HIM! HE GRABS A NUMBER OF THE FOLLOWERS AND CHUCKS THEM OUT OF THE RING! HE’S CLEANING HOUSE RIGHT NOW!

Flannery McCoy: SULYVAHN CLOTHESLINES ONE OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND THE OTHERS ARE BEGINNING TO SCRAMBLE, THEY REALIZE WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!

Jake Mercer: BUT SULYVAHN GRABS ONE OF THEM FROM BEHIND AS HE PULLS THEM TOWARD THE CENTER OF THE RING! SETTING HIM UP!

Stew-O: AS HE LAYS OUT ONE OF DRAKE’S FOLLOWERS WITH SATURATE!

(Drake’s followers quickly leave the ring in retreat, realizing this has completely gone south. Sulyvahn quickly rises up, loosening his tie as he snatches his microphone.)

King Sulyvahn IV: You listen here! You send a message to that leader of yours: At Reckless Wiring, come hell or high water, there is going to be a NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! AND IT IS GOING TO BE… *ME!*

(Sulyvahn slams the microphone down to the ground as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers as ‘Equus’ begins to play through the speakers. He climbs up to the top rope, spreading his arms out as the crowd erupts into thunderous cheers. As he celebrates with all the fans here in Fort Lauderdale, it’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty fades to a complete black.)

(EAW logo buzzes.)