(EAW intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After it wraps up, a recap of Reckless Wiring is shown off. Afterwards, the live shot of the arena is showcased. A sweeping shot inside showcases the sold-out fans as pyro goes off. Then, commentary is shown off. Stew-O, Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy are on standby.)
Stew-O: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I am Stew-O, and with me are Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy!
Jake Mercer: WE ARE IN TI TERRITORY, BABY! SIX WEEKS, IN FACT! Plenty of time for all three brands to assemble their best and brightest for the ultimate bragging rights!
Flannery McCoy: Absolutely! Last year saw Showdown pick up some historic wins in Brand Warfare and War Games —
Jake Mercer: Ugh. Don’t remind me.
Flannery McCOY: :mjlol: Hey, we gotta give credit where credit is due! It was the first TI where the blue brand got to have a sweep in both major team-based matches. However, things are different now, and we will be bringing the heat on our side.
Jake Mercer: Now you’re speaking my language.
Stew-O: Can’t agree more! But speaking of bragging rights…
(The camera then transitions back to a pan around of the Kyocera Dome, as the crowd erupts for the sounds of ‘Apostle’s Warning’ by Mobb Deep, which begins to blare through the speakers. The shot then goes over to show Michael Machina as he’s seen making his way out from the backstage area. He has a smirk on his face as he takes a good look around, embracing the atmosphere while jumping in place, before taking a deep breath as he’s seen beginning to make his way down the ramp and toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… ‘THE NEW LEGEND’… MICHAEL MACHINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: Well, we saw what happened last week at Reckless Wiring. Michael Machina got a major victory to kick off the season as he beat both Drake King and Limmy Monaghan in a Taipei Deathmatch. All three Elitists were determined to fortify their spot in line for the World Heavyweight Championship, and Machina made a pretty bold case in his quest to become a two-time World Champion.
Flannery McCoy: We’re coming up on two months since Machina lost the EAW World Championship to Adam Lucas in the main event of Pain For Pride, and while I’m certain that weighed heavy on him once upon a time, he knows that the sky is the limit going forward and that this is the only beginning in what could potentially be a legendary career for him.
Jake Mercer: And that is SCARY! Cy Henderson should be put on NOTICE! The World Heavyweight Champion is going to be put into the hands of the REAL and the LAST World Champion, and I can’t wait. Let’s not waste any time, Machina!
(Machina makes his way up the steep steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Apostle’s Warning’ then begins to come to a close. Making his way toward the center of the ring, he then begins to speak into the microphone.)
Michael Machina: Let’s not beat around the bush. I’m sure all of you saw what happened at Reckless Wiring. I made a promise at the beginning of the season that it would be business as usual, walking back into the brand where I made my name and doing my part in showing just how great that process is. I was coming for the World Heavyweight Championship, and I was more than willing to beat anyone who was going to stand in the way of that. Of course, this first month, the people who would end up getting in the way of that were Drake King and Limmy Monaghan, two former World Champions in their own right who were looking to get their own “redemption” of sorts. But I can’t lie to you, as I looked at them, the only thing that I saw were old relics who were trying to force themselves into a picture that they never belonged in. They could be easily disposed of given the right opportunity, and that is exactly what I did.
Michael Machina: So that leads to what’s next for Michael Machina, what the next step is going to be for me in my journey heading into this season, and I think that it’s pretty self-explanatory. I don’t need to go out of my way to explain this to you. I made it known to everyone that I would be going for the World Heavyweight Championship, and I’m here tonight to live up to my promise. Cy Henderson got a victory over Methuselah last week, and that’s something that I can’t help but commend. But now that he’s jumped that first hurdle, he’s going to have to take that next step, and trust me when I say that he’s going to be running directly into a goddamn brick wall. I’m calling his ass out. I want a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship, and I’m not going to wait for it. I want it at Territorial Invasion.
(Machina lowers his microphone for the moment as the crowd cheers loudly. He then takes a moment before raising his microphone to his mouth, going on.)
Michael Machina: So I’m not going to wait for an answer. I’m not just going to stand here and run on somebody else’s time, because in case you didn’t realize, that was never how it worked. I want Cy Henderson out in this ring right now, and I’m going to make sure that I get my match for the World Heavyweight Championship at Territorial Invasion.
(Machina lowers his microphone as he then begins to turn around toward the stage. Quickly, not even wasting too much time, ‘Saint Pablo’ by Kanye West then begins to play through the speakers of the arena. The crowd begins to give a sour reaction as it goes over to the stage to show the World Heavyweight Champion as he begins to make his way out. Cy Henderson has a straight look on his face as he looks toward the ring, shaking his head as he begins to make his way down the ramp.)
Stew-O: Well, here comes the Champion, and as Machina just mentioned, last week he got a victory over Methuselah at Reckless Wiring, marking his first title defense of the season. That’s certainly something that is one hell of a confidence booster for the Hall of Famer, and if he manages to beat a beast like Machina for his second defense, that is certainly going to solidify his status as the very best on the Dynasty brand.
Flannery McCoy: But, as we all already know, Machina isn’t like any other challenger. Cy has held the World Heavyweight Championship since Grand Rampage, and he’s looking to make sure that his path of domination against anyone who is going to stand in his way only continues. It’s a tall task, but by the looks of things, Cy seems to be up to that.
Jake Mercer: But that’s just a matter of whether or not he accepts this challenge. It would be a shame if Cy Henderson were SCARED of Michael Machina, but I guess we’re going to have to wait and see what he has to say.
(Cy makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He heads over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Saint Pablo’ then begins to come to a close. He turns around and gets into the face of Machina, as he raises his microphone and begins to speak.)
Cy Henderson: So let’s get this straight, you want a title shot at Territorial Invasion, and you want a match against me. On the surface, that seems simple enough: former World Champion, embittered by the fall, looking to climb right back up the mountain he thinks belongs to him. But you see, Machina, what makes this moment worth pausing on isn’t your demand, it’s the why behind it. You’ve been keen on the idea that people like Drake King and Limmy Monaghan are “old relics,” and I’m sure that, given your standards, I fall into that mold as well. We’re all just trying to force ourselves into a picture that we never belonged in. There’s a certain irony in that, though, because here you are, right? Standing in front of me, trying to carve your way into a story that has been mind since before you could even imagine wearing gold around your waist. You don’t even realize how much you sound like the people who came before you, the ones who called me a storm that would blow itself out, the ones who said I was one relapse away from self-destruction, the ones who were banking on time to do their job for them. And do you know what happened to them, Machina? They vanished. The company forgot their names, but it never forgot me.
Cy Henderson: You want to believe this season is about you putting the final piece in place for your “legendary career,” but let’s be real with one another: you’re still living in the shadow of what you lost. You didn’t walk out of Pain for Pride as Champion, you failed to defend your throne when it mattered most, and now you’re sprinting toward me like I’m a shortcut back to validation. But here’s the problem with shortcuts: they skip over the finer details. You’ve forgotten what it means to earn every second of your existence in this ring, and you think beating Drake King and Limmy Monaghan in a Taipei Deathmatch means you’ve found the code to the universe. When in reality, Machina, all you’ve proven is that you were willing to bleed more than two men who’ve been bleeding for far longer than you. That doesn’t make you a goddamn brick wall; that just makes you another body ready to crumble against one. I am a man who does the impossible in a world where even gods fade away, and whether you like it or not, that includes you. Because you’re not the “New Legend,” you’re a man praying history is short-sighted enough to forget that the last time you tried to hold this entire company on your shoulders, you collapsed under the weight of it. Me? I’ve collapsed a hundred times, and I’ve stood back up a hundred more. That’s the difference, that’s why this championship is mine, and that’s why, if you want Territorial Invasion… then you’re not going to find the redemption you think is waiting for you there. You’re going to find the truth.
(The crowd inside the arena cheers as Machina breaks away for a moment, taking a moment before chuckling to himself. He turns around and then approaches back toward him as he begins to speak.)
Michael Machina: Well, it’s a good thing I don’t plan on backing down from the truth, because I know what that is, and I know exactly what it’s going to end with: me standing tall with the World Heavyweight Championship in my possession.
(Machina continues to keep his attention on him, as Cy nods his head, smirking as he looks at him.)
Cy Henderson: Then you have your match. I’ll see you there.
(Cy drops his microphone down to the ground as he then proceeds to turn around and make his way out of the ring. ‘Saint Pablo’ begins to blast through the speakers of the arena as Cy heads up the ramp, taking his title and raising it high into the air. As he does, Machina looks on, a satisfied expression on his face as he crosses his arms. It’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty, then, begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for Tropical Smoothie Cafe)
Stephie Love: The following opening bout is scheduled for…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Altair’ by INUWASI plays. Anna Wautier walks out, focused and ready to go with quiet resolve. She bows her head to a few fans as she makes her way to the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, making her EAW debut! From Yokohama, Japan, she is the ‘Thorn Princess’… AAAANNNNAAAA WAAAAUUUTIIIIIIEEEEER!
Stew-O: Anna Wautier is making her debut here on Dynasty, and she is the sister of Jay Jerry Johnson, who, of course, has found incredible success in his own right. She apparently had some bad luck on the indies prior to getting signed, but with her being an official EAW Elitist, she’s looking to turn her fortune around for the better.
Jake Mercer: Definitely intrigued. Wonder if seeing Jay and what he has done adds a nervous chip on her shoulder, but she seems ready to go!
Flannery McCoy: Yeah. She’s gonna want to keep a cool head, especially with her opponent tonight…
(‘The End’ by Lil Uzi Vert featuring BABYMETAL hits. The fans cheer as KASAI steps on out, feeding off the energy as she herself is fired up.)
Stephie Love: And her opponent! From Amani, Kagoshima, Japan, she is the ‘Immortal Slayer’… KAAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIII!
Stew-O: And here comes KASAI, who lost at Reckless Wiring, but is looking to rebound with a win tonight!
Jake Mercer: Yeah. She missed out on her chance of possibly becoming a two-time Specialists Champion in the future; Holly Arrow is now the number one contender for the title and will likely face Mia Santoro in the near future. However, KASAI is looking to make sure she won’t be forgotten about!
Flannery McCoy: A win tonight could help advance things, that’s for sure.
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: The match is on! Anna Wautier and KASAI meet in the middle, but neither women rushes in. KASAI stretches a hand out, raising it high, with Anna’s eye tracking it. Her own hand creeps up toward hers. Fingers lace within each other, and both raises the other hands up to the middle to lock up — wait, KASAI with the spin through! Wrenching that arm, she applies pressure! Already looking for some kind of early advantage against the debuting Elitist.
Jake Mercer: Yeah, KASAI is gonna have the experience factor to help her out. Anna however doesn’t seem to be flustered by this. She’s pacing around, and here we go! Great roll forward. She sits up on her rear and swivels over — oh! She just tripped KASAI up by the legs, sending her down to the mat! Anna shifts quickly, snaking her arm around for the side headlock. Guess this isn’t going to be an easy veteran-Elitist-outclasses-newer-talent dynamic after all! Impressive!
Flannery McCoy: This is just the feeling out process, but Anna was able to get out of dodge. KASAI raises her hands up to her arms, looking to pry them slightly ajar to gain some measure of space… and she gets it! Her head slips away and she flips over, now being the one to cinch in the headlock. However, Anna slips out of it herself. Behind KASAI, she leads her right arm behind her back and gets the hammerlock. KASAI plants her feet into the mat, raising herself up, and reaches back, grabbing her head! Snapmare rolls Anna forward! She pops up to her feet, but in comes KASAI, looking for a kick!
Stew-O: Anna scouts it out! She pushes KASAI, sending the Immortal Slayer to the ropes! Anna rushes forward and — WOW! A SPECTACULAR titl-a-whirl side arm drag! KASAI did NOT see that coming!
Jake Mercer: No she did not — and neither that dropkick! Anna staying a step ahead so far, and she shoots for a pin!
ONEEEEEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: KASAI BRIDGES OUT FROM THAT! She runs to the ropes; Anna shoots up and runs forward! Wautier with a dropkick attempt —
Jake Mercer: — But she hits nothing but air that time! She rises to her hands and knees, but KASAI comes in and rolls her up!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Stew-O: A quick kick out from Anna herself! Both Elitists come to a stand! Anna throws a forearm, and it’s BLOCKED! KASAI shoves her back with a front kick and swings with the palm!
Jake Mercer: JUMPING KNEE! KASAI got hit from that, but she stumbles forward! Anna with a roundhouse! KASAI ducks — BUT A SIDE THRUST CATCHES HER FACE YET AGAIN! Anna grabs KASAI, and she may be going three for three here as she seeks to lift the former Specialists Champion up for something big… but KASAI isn’t entirely out! She swings her body down, and rolls her up into an improved small package! Shoulders are on the mat as the referee slides down, counting!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: Kick out! So far, neither have been able to even net a two-count at least! Things are picking up though, and Anna seeks to strike hot with a kick to a kneeling KASAI!
Stew-O: But she ducks the head! Anna turns around completely from the momentum of that, and she’s scooped down — OH! Kneeling roundhouse! Wautier wasn’t able to avoid that at ALL! KASAI rolls her neck before she shoots up and yanks her up by the wrist. Irish whip sends Anna into the corner! KASAI comes charging in and leaps up! STEP-UP KNEE! That landed flush against the jaw! Anna staggers out, clutching that area, but KASAI continues to be on the move and runs in! SINGLE LEG DROPKICK WIPES HER OUT!
Jake Mercer: Oh man, this is getting really bad fast for Anna! KASAI hoists her up, and down she goes with a hammerlock suplex! That was BIG!
Flannery McCoy: It was! KASAI isn’t done, either! She raises her up, and spins! ELBOW KNOCKS HER CLEAN OFF OF HER FEET!
Jake Mercer: Yikes!
Stew-O: A punishing flurry of offense might bring KASAI closer to a win! Hooking the leg!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—
Stew-O: Not enough!
Jake Mercer: Anna showing a bit of fight, which is good, but she’s going to have to get the ball rolling soon if she wants to make sure she’s not about to be a quick footnote in KASAI’s record for the season. And who knows? Maybe she can pull off a shocking win tonight — but she needs to do something big now with KASAI grabbing her by the head. She throws a forearm, striking her in the face! Anna’s on wobbly feet.
Flannery McCoy: Taking everything from her not to just collapse back down onto the mat. However, KASAI isn’t showing any mercy. She nails a kick to the gut, toppling her over! KASAI takes hold of her and props her up on her shoulders. This might be a massive crash for Wautier here as KASAI runs to the center of the ring!
Stew-O: And KASAI… goes down! ANNA SLIPPED OFF AND COUNTERED WITH A FLIP PIN!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO—
Jake Mercer: Didn’t get the win, but wow, Anna still had plenty of awareness if she was even able to come up with that counter in a split second! Even KASAI looks a bit surprised by that! However, the Slayer doesn’t remain stunned for long and runs in for a penalty kick!
Flannery McCoy: ANNA CATCHES THE LEG! KASAI’s EYES WIDEN! ANNA POWERS UP TO HER FEET—
SMAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!
Flannery McCoy: PALM STRIKE BY KASAI!
SMAAAAAAACK!!!
Flannery McCoy: AND ANOTHER! SHE’S GOING FOR THE TRIFECTA!
Jake Mercer: BUT ANNA RIPS HER DOWN WITH THE DRAGON SCREW! HOLY MOLY!
Stew-O: Part desperation, part instinct! KASAI grits her teeth in pain, holding the leg! She sits up — AND GETS MOWED BACK DOWN WITH THE RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! OH MY GOD!
Jake Mercer: I BELIEVE SHE CALLS THAT ONE TRUENO DESTRODA! SHE SHOOTS DOWN AND GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE……..!!!
Stew-O: BUT KASAI POPS THE SHOULDER OFF OF THE MAT! SO CLOSE! SO CLOSE!
Jake Mercer: DAMN! SHE WAS ABLE TO GET ALL OF IT, BUT KASAI’S OWN DETERMINATION IS PUSHING HER THROUGH! SHE’S NOT LOOKING TO GIVE UP AT ALL!
Flannery McCoy: Yet, how much of that determination can continue to will her on? She can brely come to a stand, and Anna realizes this can be her chance! She gets KASAI up, and looks to set her up for something big here! Right in the center, leaving it all behind —
Stew-O: But KASAI shoves her away! Anna stumbles backward! However, she moves quickly, and throws in a discus forearm —
Jake Mercer: ‘URAI’S CURSE’!! SKULL KICK CONNECTS!
Crowd: :damn: !!!
Flannery McCoy: ANNA MAYE BE KNOCKED OUT! KASAI CRAWLS ON TOP AND COVERS HER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
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THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘The End’ by Lil Uzi Vert and BABYMETAL hits. KASAI sits up, smirking from ear to ear as the fans cheer for her victory. She gets to her feet, and the referee raises her arm.)
Stephie Love: Here is YOUR winner…. KAAAAAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIII!!!
Stew-O: A stunning victory here tonight in the opening contest for Dynasty! Anna Wautier showed she could go, but in the end, the Immortal Slayer had her all figured out. All it took was for one kick to end her debut night on a bitter note.
Jake Mercer: Whew! Impeccably timing from KASAI. She really got all of it. Nothing to be ashamed of for Anna, though. She did her best, it just wasn’t enough tonight.
Flannery McCoy: It’ll at least be great to see how Anna develops here in EAW. But for now, all congratulations in the world to KASAI!
(A commercial plays for Five Below, featuring Ronan Malosi.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to a shot of the backstage area of the Kyocera Dome, as the camera focuses on the office of Dynasty General Manager Tyrone Montgomery. He’s seen behind his desk, doing paperwork with a calm expression on his face. With all the chaos that happens on this show, for the first time in a very long time, it seems he’s had a moment of quiet. That is at least until…)
(Knock knock.)
(A knock on the door is heard. Tyrone perks up, slightly disturbed, but regardless, grateful that someone had the decency to knock. He takes a moment to compose himself before then beginning to speak up.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Come in!
(The camera then goes over to the door slowly opening, as Limmy Monaghan begins to make his way inside. The crowd inside the arena is heard giving a mix of cheers and boos, as he makes his way over to Tyrone’s desk.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Limmy, a pleasure to see you. To what do I owe the pleasure?
Limmy Monaghan: Tyrone, I need a talk with you, perhaps some clarity could help the situation that I’m in right now.
(Tyrone clasps his hands together as he leans forward in his chair, raising an eyebrow.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Clarity?
Limmy Monaghan: When I lost at Reckless Wiring last week, I couldn’t help the feeling that I had let everyone down. As I laid up at the lights, watching as Michael Machina basked in the fruits of his labor, it made me think, just for a moment, that maybe I was doing everything wrong. I still think I have what it takes to be a World Heavyweight Champion, but at the same time, I think I’ve lost my way.
Tyrone Montgomery: Well, I mean, I’m sure I’m not the first one to say that you’ve certainly shown a different side of you this past year. Could it be anything in relation to that?
Limmy Monaghan: I don’t know. It took me a little while to think about it, try and understand what I felt was nagging me, but as I did, I looked back to what I propped myself up to be: The Ace, not just of anything, but of Elite Answers Wrestling as a whole. I’ve been trying to prove that this is something that was never handed to me, but something that I deserve, and I haven’t been doing my part in convincing the world of that. So I want to start back on square one, I don’t want to prop myself up with high expectations, but I want to go back to proving to everyone that I have what it takes.
Tyrone Montgomery: Is that something that I could potentially help you with?
Limmy Monaghan: Yes. I know that you probably already have everything figured out with War Games already, a Captain, maybe even a pair of teammates that can accommodate them, so I figured I’d ask for something that could probably give me a yes answer.
(Limmy pauses, taking a deep breath as he looks down at the ground.)
Limmy Monaghan: I’m asking you if I could have the honor of being the Captain for Brand Warfare.
(The crowd inside the arena is heard roaring at this as Limmy has a confident expression on his face, one that makes him certain that he is absolutely up for the task. But Tyrone… doesn’t exactly reciprocate that. He has a look of concern on his face as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Limmy… I appreciate the assertiveness, but for my first Territorial Invasion back as Dynasty General Manager, I have things a lot more figured out than you’d expect.
Limmy Monaghan: … What does that mean?
Tyrone Montgomery: That means…
(As Tyrone is speaking, the door slowly opens behind him, a sound that makes Limmy turn around and raise an eyebrow as he does.)
Tyrone Montgomery: I already have Team… Captains.
(Limmy is face-to-face with the EAW Unified Tag Team Champions, Rex McAllister and Raven Roberts. Fire & Ice greet both Limmy and Tyrone with smiles on their faces, as Rex goes to speak.)
Rex McAllister: Tyrone, we came in today because we’d like to thank you for the opportunity. We promise, as Co-Captains of the Brand Warfare team, we won’t let you down.
Raven Roberts: That being said, Limmy, we’re kind of glad that you’re here. We’d like to ask you to be the first person we choose for our team. We think that out of everyone on the roster, you’re the Elitist that is most fit for this. You’ve had your share of participating in Territorial Invasion teams, and we know how you feel about your need to be back on top of this brand. We want to help.
Rex McAllister: So what do you say?
(Rex holds his hand out, as Limmy takes a moment. He looks down at it before looking back up. This is certainly a far cry from what he expected, and there’s even a part of him that admits that he’s not entirely happy about this. He hides his frustration, though, considering that he has a lot of history and respect for both Rex and Raven, before slowly and begrudgingly shaking Rex’s hand to the cheers of the crowd.)
Limmy Monaghan: I… I won’t let you down.
(Limmy forces a smile, again not showing his particular happiness to all of this, before he then turns around and swiftly makes his way out of the office. Rex and Raven look briefly confused, but shake it off as he turns over to look at Tyrone.)
Tyrone Montgomery: He’ll be fine. Again, thank you two.
Rex McAllister: Of course. We’ll see you around.
(Both Rex and Raven turn around, titles in tow, as they then begin to make their way out of the office as well, heading the opposite way of where Limmy went. It’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty, then, begins to fade to elsewhere.)
Stephie Love: The following is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Rain’ by VKL hits the speakers and Sorn rushes down from behind the curtains. He quickly heads down the ramp, going out of his way to hype the fans up.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 167 pounds, from Osaka, Japan, he is “THE FUTURE ACE” … SOORRRNNNN!!!
Stew-O: Sorn is going to have to earn his keep tonight. He had a chance to leave with a big win at Reckless Wiring, but instead he ended up being pinned by David Gideon Smith.
Jake Mercer: Both men were seeking their first marquee win, and unfortunately Sorn didn’t get to get that moment. With Territorial Invasion approaching, now is the time for Sorn to show that he proves to be amongst the Dynasty members on the card.
(‘Genie In A Bottle’ by Christina Aguilera hits the speakers and Grace De Luca makes her way out from the back, not in the best mood after how Reckless Wiring played out. Nonetheless, she still tries to put on a smile and act like everything is fine—when it clearly isn’t.)
Stephie Love: Her opponent, weighing in at 121 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, “THE PARADIGM OF PERFECTION”… GRAAACCEEE! DEEEE! LUUUCCCAAAAAA!!!
Flannery McCoy: … Speaking of people who got pinned at Reckless Wiring, there’s no way Grace De Luca is at 100% after being dropped with the Psionic Crossbow by Holly Arrow last week, but it’s what comes with EAW. Grace needs this win to a massive degree.
Jake Mercer: Absolutely! But there’s no telling if she’s in the mindstate needed to pick up the win. We’ll see for certain in this match against Sorn. Both are looking to bounce back.
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: That’s the sound of the bell and both Grace De Luca and Sorn circle around the ring, reaching out for one another. The two engage in a strong collar and elbow tie-up, and Sorn transitions to a waistlock! Grace shrieks, trying to find her way out of it, but Sorn trips her onto her fours and hooks the wrist, spinning around and rolling forward into a La Magistral Cradle! First cover already!
ONE—
Jake Mercer: Only for Grace to kick out! She rolls to her knees, trying to call for a breather—but Sorn with a thrust kick to the jaw! She rolls away, falling underneath the bottom rope. Grace slowly pulls herself up onto the apron, but Sorn sends her flying backwards with a dropkick! Grace falls to the floor and Sorn rises to his feet, quickly running off the ropes. He’s building steam as he comes into a suicide dive-
Flannery McCoy: Before he can do so, Grace slides into the ring and clobbers him with a forearm to the jaw! Sorn got taken completely off guard there! Grace starts stomping him out and the referee reaches out to her, trying to get her to lay off of him, but she won’t stop! Grace is upset at how this match started and she’s already looking to shift it into her favor! Sorn slowly rises, but Grace boots her down! She drags him up and takes him by the head, hoisting him up for a vertical suplex! Wait!
Stew-O: Sorn floats over her, sending her to the ropes! Grace bounces off and Sorn with a dropkick to the legs! She falls flat onto her face, and tries to rise to her fours. Sorn rolls to his feet and he leaps into a dropkick to the side of her head! Grace rolls to the ropes, and she takes them, slowly rising. Sorn rises up and bounces off the ropes. He swings a clothesline, but Grace ducks underneath! She grabs the top rope and yanks it forward, and they whiplash right into the throat of Sorn! Sorn coughs and falls to his knee, caught off guard.
Jake Mercer: Grace takes Sorn by the head and transitions into a DDT! Sorn holds the top of his head, wincing. Grace rises to her feet, grinning. The fans boo her, but she clearly doesn’t care at all. Grace pulls Sorn up by the hair, and ignores the referee telling her to watch it. She wraps her arm around the back of Sorn’s head and drops backwards into a russian legsweep! She floats over into a cover.
ONE!
Flannery McCoy: Kick out! Sorn sits up, shaking his head. Grace follows up with a rear chinlock, and Sorn reaches out for the ropes! He tries his hardest to get up, but Grace wrestles him back down. Now she’s transitioning to a grounded chinlock, and Sorn is starting to get drowned here. The fans are doing their best to will him back into this one, many claps for him. He slowly works his way up, and throws his fists into her body! He does it again! And now Sorn falls backwards to the ropes, sending Grace off!
Stew-O: Sorn comes off the ropes, and he shoulder blocks Grace down! Sorn hits off the ropes and Grace rolls, but he leaps over her! Grace rushes back up to her feet and here comes Sorn with a leapfrog—NO! Grace raises her hands in the air and I think—her finger just went into the eye of Sorn! Sorn falls back to his feet and he staggers backwards, holding at his eye! The referee senses something is up, but Grace clobbers Sorn with a punch and starts beating down on him before the referee can see what just happened!
Jake Mercer: A genius play from Grace, you have to admit! Sorn is covering up but it’s no use! Grace knees him in the side of the head and she’s just slamming her forearm down across the back of his head! The referee rushes over now, as he’s fallen against the ropes, and he’s trying to restore some order back into this matchup. But Sorn is hurting bad right now! Grace drags him up and brings him to the ropes. She hooks his wrist for an irish whip across the ring!
Flannery McCoy: CLOTHESLINE FROM GRACE—NO! Sorn ducks under! Thrust kick to the ribs! He leaps to the middle rope for that patented springboard cutt–NOPE! Grace moves out of the way and he lands onto his feet! She kicks him square in the ribs! She hooks the head and leg of Sorn, rotating backwards into a bridging fisherman’s suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Stew-O: But he gets his shoulder up just in time! Grace rolls to her knees and sighs at the referee. She shakes her head and pulls Sorn up. Grace smacks him! And that catches Sorn completely off guard! Grace points to him, talking some more—OH! Sorn with a forearm! He fires off another one! And now a spinning thrust kick to the ribs! Grace hunches over, and he kicks her in the jaw! A tooth could have fallen out there! Grace is lucky that it didn’t happen!
Flannery McCoy: Her good looks could’ve been ruined! In fact, it appears that Grace is PISSED OFF about that! She swings right for the skull of Sorn, but he ducks underneath just in time and he hooks the waist of Grace De Luca, tossing her with a german suplex! He keeps his arms wrapped around her waist, slowly rolling them back up to their feet. Sorn twists Grace around and grabs her in a front facelock. He scoops her up for a vertical suplex!
Jake Mercer: He rolls through, lifting her up for ANOTHER one! THE TWO AMIGOS CONNECTS! And now Sorn is feeling the energy! Grace is laid out in the center of the ring, and he points to the top rope. Sorn exits the ring and makes his exit. He slowly approaches the turnbuckles, climbing up the bottom, then the middle, and all the way up top. Sorn steadies himself—
Stew-O: Grace somehow gets up! And she shakes the ropes! Sorn loses his balance and falls, getting crouched on the top turnbuckle! Sorn wheezes, and Grace scoops him up into a fireman’s carry! She runs across the ring! DEATH VALLEY DRIVER INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! Sorn’s body bounces off, and then Grace grabs the leg and rolls him to a seated position against them! She rises to her feet and runs off, continuing to go!
Jake Mercer: How often do we see Grace De Luca moving like this?! Running double knees to the chest! And she yanks Sorn out of the corner, but she’s still not done! She drags him back up and throws him to the ropes. ‘GRACE-FUL CLOTHESLINE!’ The discus clothesline connects and Sorn is out of it! Grace hooks the legs for the cover!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: But Sorn is able to get a shoulder up! Just in time! That was very close, though. You have to admit, Grace is looking great right now. That was quite the barrage of moves and there’s no way that it didn’t dent the confidence of Sorn. Grace rises to her feet and Sorn rolls over, grimacing. She pulls him up to his feet and takes him to the corner, slowly throwing him right back into them. Grace follows up with repeated kicks to the body!
Jake Mercer: Sorn wheezes, feeling every part of that boot going into his body. Grace ducks down, wrapping her arms around his legs and pushing him up to the top rope. Sorn has no idea where he’s at right now, and Grace goes to climb the middle rope with him—but Sorn kicks her away! She tries to get him again, but Sorn kicks her again! Grace staggers, and he runs in again, but Sorn raises his legs up in the air! He traps Grace’s head between his feet and yanks backwards, sending her face-first into the middle turnbuckle!
Stew-O: Where did that come from?! I have no clue, but Grace is still trying to find herself back into this match after that one! She’s stumbling around the ring, and slowly rises to her feet. She looks up to Sorn—FLYING CROSSBODY FROM SORN! He pancakes her, but he doesn’t go for the cover! Sorn instead rolls Grace away and steps over her, exiting to the apron! Going back up top?!
Flannery McCoy: He sure is! Sorn ascends to the top rope and steadies himself on the ropes! He points down to Grace, nodding. ‘SHOOTING STAR PRESS!’ SIGNATURE MANEUVER CONNECTS! Grace holds her ribs in agony! Sorn hooks the legs, can this be it?!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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TTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHH—
Jake Mercer: NO! Grace kicks out! Sorn rolls off of her, shaking his head. The referee was nearing towards that three count, but clearly Grace has no intentions of being taken out of this one early! Sorn slowly rises to his feet, pumping his fist. She rolls over, slowly pushing up to her feet. Off the ropes, here comes Sorn—
Flannery McCoy: He dives into a forearm, NO! Grace ducks underneath and grabs him by the waist and wrist! She ripcords him out for A SLAP—Sorn catches her hand this time! He didn’t forget about that slap from earlier, and he throws her hand down! Roundhouse kick from Grace! Grace falls to her knees, and now Sorn with a superkick—-OH! It’s Grace who catches him by the ankle this time! She spins Sorn around! ‘GRACE-FUL CLOTH—’
Stew-O: Sorn ducks underneath just in time! He tucks his arm around hers, and hooks the other one! She drives Grace down, and it’s a backslide! Shoulders pressed to the canvas!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
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Jake Mercer: GRACE ROLLS OUT OF THE PINFALL! Sorn tries to get up, but his head is tucked down the entire time and she quickly grabs him into a front facelock! ‘PERFECTION PLEX!’ The TWISTING BRAINBUSTER CONNECTS! Sorn is laid out in the center of the ring, but Grace doesn’t go for the cover! After he kicked out earlier, clearly Grace is thinking about what more she’ll need to do in order to put this match to bed!
Flannery McCoy: She rises to her feet and pulls Sorn up. She turns him around and hooks the arms! Grace spins the both! ‘IM-PRETTIEST!’ FACE FIRST INTO THE CANVAS! That could have easily broken Sorn’s nose! Grace shoots the half and that’s a lateral press right there!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, GRACE DE LUCA!
(Grace releases Sorn’s leg and kneels up, dusting her hands off. She ignores the boos from the fans and rises to her feet. Grace glares at the referee, who hurriedly grabs her arm and raises it up. She moves away from the ref and climbs the middle rope, blowing kisses to the fans, while the referee turns to check on Sorn.)
Jake Mercer: That’s all she wrote! Sorn had some flashes of promise there, but ultimately, Grace De Luca needed to bounce back big from Reckless Wiring and she didn’t give Sorn a chance to do that at her expense!
Stew-O: Once again, a long road to bouncing back for Sorn. I’m not sure what it’ll take for him, but he’s going to find his way right back to the drawing board.
Flannery McCoy: However, the focus tonight rests on Grace, who did her job in fantastic manner to leave with the victory.
(A commercial plays for Dave’s Hot Chicken.)
(The camera feeds cuts backstage, shifting into a view capturing the exterior of the Dynasty locker room. Then, it fades inside, where the viewers get a good look at SORN. After his match, he’s just ready to head back to the hotel . A damp towel blots off the sweet from his skin.)
SORN: At least I’m afforded some measure of quiet. Don’t have to deal with any more—
???: YOU!!
SORN: Aaaaaaand I spoke too soon. :francis:
(SORN, however, did not jump from the sudden swinging of the door nor the voice that called out to him. Unfortunately, he was too well accustomed to it by now. He pivots his body slightly toward the right, and right there glaring at him was Shio Corn.)
Shio Corn: I knew getting into any stupid business would’ve been a waste! This is all YOUR fault! Now I’m stuck being a loser just like you when all I wanted was a little more respect shown my way!
SORN: Respect? You? Are you being serious right now?
Shop Corn: Oh, I am deadly serious! That stupid creep David Gideon Whatever gets to frolic around now with his mysterious bullshit. And you? Well, you decided to be a wise guy and try to start shit with me!
SORN: You are absolutely delusional, Shio. You were the one who came in with all of that forged swagger and thought that people were immediately going to latch on to the notion that you’re some star lying in wait.
Shio Corn: Oh, no, buddy boy, that’s where you got it wrong — I ain’t gotta wait. I AM a star!
SORN: So if that’s the case, why are you fretting? Losses happen. I’m not happy with them, let alone the one from last week, but you don’t see me dragging — or, in your case — stomping my feet about how things are unfair like a petulant child.
Shio Corn: What?
SORN: I did not stutter, Shio.
(That gets his eyes to narrow even further.)
Shio Corn: Look at you wanting to get bold and brash now. However, it ain’t gonna work out for you, pal. Hell, it didn’t since you had to walk out of South Korea with a big, fat L, and that is the only bit of comfort I have about this whole situation.
SORN: Okay? So, what? Should I feel deflated?
Shio Corn: Nah, nah, you ain’t gotta feel deflated. But you should look stupid for antagonizing me.
SORN: You literally started first!
Shio Corn: No way! You just wanted to take offense ‘cause you were jealous and bitter.
(He smirks.)
Shio Corn: But it’s cool, ‘cause guess what? Imma wipe the ring with you real soon and then I can get some of your loser stench off of me.
(That causes SORN to cock a brow.)
SORN: Are you going to challenge me? Because that sounds like a challenge.
(It doesn’t take a second for Shio to nod his head firmly.)
Shio Corn: Hell yeah I am. I still got a bone to pick with you and I ain’t gonna be satisfied unless I beat the snot outta you.
SORN: And do you think that will happen? That you can one hundred percent unequivocally defeat me?
Shio Corn: I don’t need the fancy shit, so imma say it to ya bluntly…
(Shio steps closer. He eyes him down intensely.)
Shio Corn: Yes.
(SORN comes to a slow stand. However, before anything can pop off, Shio slowly backs away, smirking.)
Shio Corn: Trust me: it isn’t gonna end well for ya.
(Shio grins and rolls his neck. He leaves the room, on his way toward gorilla as his match is next. SORN sits back down and scoffs, shaking his head. From there, the shot fades…)
(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion!)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(Shio Corrin is already standing in the ring, cracking his knuckles and bouncing from foot to foot, waiting to take on his opponent. ‘Ballad of a Prodigal Son’ by Lincoln Durham began blaring through the speakers to a loud mixed reaction as Kirk Redwood stormed out from behind the stage curtains with a disgruntled yet determined expression on his face; he gave himself two slaps to the face, invigorating his fighting spirit as he started stomping his way down to the squared circle, glaring at Shio Corrin.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING! Hailing from Boston Massachusetts, weighing in at 210 pounds… he is the DOG OF WAR, KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK! REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Stew-O: Already in the ring is his opponent, Shio Corrin, but here comes the Dog of War, marching onwards into the future with no respite after the brutal war he had with the Interwire Champion, BRAE, at Reckless Wiring!
Flannery McCoy: Kirk Redwood is no stranger to struggle in his life, he would be the first one to tell you as much! Most people in his shoes would have already given up and called it quits by now, but Kirk Redwood is no ordinary person, he is far from being ‘most people’ because most people do not have the level of drive, commitment, and endurance that the Unkillable Dog of War does!
Jake Mercer: And since he just failed to capture the Interwire Championship, I’m sort of scared for Shio Corrin right now… that look in Kirk Redwood’s eyes is downright murderous, and I think he may be looking to vent out his frustrations on his opponent for the night!
Stew-O: Well, he’s in the ring now, and his ice-cold stare at Shio is positively frightening, so let’s see how this goes for him :lupe:
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! Shio Corrin shrugs and starts talking trash at– OH GOD! KIRK REDWOOD LAUNCHES HIMSELF OUT OF HIS CORNER AND SPRINTS ACROSS THE LENGTH OF THE RING LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN, JUST LIKE HE SAID IN HIS ADDRESS TO SHIO CORRIN EARLIER THIS WEEK!
Flannery McCoy: AND HE LUNGES FORWARD JUST TO LAUNCH A PURE UPPERCUT AT SHIO CORRIN! NOT A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT, THAT’S JUST FIST TO JAW RIGHT THERE, AND I THINK I JUST SAW A TOOTH FLY OUT OF SHIO CORRIN’S MOUTH AFTER THAT IMPACT! THE TRASH TALK HAS ALREADY BEEN SILENCED AS KIRK REDWOOD BEGINS BEATING THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF SHIO CORRIN!
Jake Mercer: SHIO CORRIN HAS BEEN THRUST KICKED INTO THE CORNER, WHERE KIRK REDWOOD HAS BEGUN UNLEASHING A VIOLENT FLURRY OF STIFF SLAPS TO THE FACE OF SHIO CORRIN, CAUSING HIS FACE TO START TURNING RED FROM THE SHEER NUMBER OF TREMENDOUS BLOWS LANDING ON HIM!
Stew-O: KIRK REDWOOD GRABS A HOLD OF SHIO CORRIN’S EARS AND… OH MY GOD! RIGHT THERE, IN THE CORNER, HE’S BEGUN UNLEASHING ONE OF HIS SIGNATURE MANEUVERS THIS EARLY INTO THE MATCH! X’D OUT! X’D OUT! KIRK REDWOOD IS BASHING HIS HEAD INTO THE HEAD OF SHIO CORRIN, BUT KIRK SEEMS TO BARELY BE PHASED BY IT WHILE SHIO CORRIN IS YELLING IN PAIN!
Flannery McCoy: I DON’T THINK KIRK’S ANGER IS ALLOWING HIM TO FEEL ANY OF THE RECOIL PAIN RIGHT NOW! HE’S JUST UNLEASHING A MASSACRE ON SHIO CORRIN, AND THE CROWD IS CHEERING IT ON!
Jake Mercer: THE REFEREE IS FORCING HIM OFF OF SHIO CORRIN, WHO HASN’T BEEN ABLE TO ESCAPE THE WRATH OF KIRK REDWOOD FROM THAT CORNER! KIRK BEGRUDGINGLY STEPS BACK WHILE SHIO CORRIN SLUMPS DOWN INTO A SEATED POSITION WITH HIS BACK AGAINST THE BOTTOM TURNBUCKLE, WITH BLOOD STARTING TO SPILL FROM HIS FOREHEAD! KIRK BUSTED HIM OPEN THE HARD WAY!
Stew-O: Kirk Redwood just has an absolutely menacing glare on his face right now as he glowers down at the seated Shio Corrin, before he rushes to the other side of the ring and bounces himself off the opposite corner! He uses that to gain some velocity as he sprints back at the seated Shio Corrin before launching himself and– OH DEAR GOD!
Flannery McCoy: KIRK REDWOOD LAUNCHES HIMSELF INTO THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH BOTH OF HIS KNEES RIGHT TO THE FACE OF SHIO CORRIN! I THINK THAT BLOW MAY HAVE DISLODGED SOME MORE OF SHIO’S TEETH BECAUSE HE’S BLEEDING OUT OF HIS MOUTH NOW, AND KIRK REDWOOD DOESN’T SEEM TO HAVE A BIT OF REMORSE ON HIS FACE! HE’S REALLY TAKING OUT ALL OF HIS FRUSTRATION ON SHIO CORRIN, AND SHIO WASN’T ABLE TO PREPARE HIMSELF FOR THE PRESSURE!
Jake Mercer: :damn: Kirk Redwood is just being a MONSTER in this match! He just took some of the fallen teeth of Shio Corrin and pelted him with them! And now he’s stomping the hell out of Shio in the corner, once again prompting the referee to try to drag him off! Kirk once again gets pulled away, but after taking a brief moment, he’s back at it again!
Stew-O: He drags Shio Corrin back to a standing position and yanks him away from the corner, dragging him over to the center of the ring before connecting with a heavy knee smash to the midsection to cause him to double over! And now he steps around Shio Corrin, getting behind him before locking in a rear waist lock; what does he have planned here, hasn’t he done enough damage already?!
Flannery McCoy: I guess not! He hoists Shio Corrin up over his head and drops him with a high angled German suplex, sending his upper back and the back of his neck crashing down onto the canvas! He bridges the hold, leading to the referee going for the count!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jake Mercer: Oh DAMN, Kirk Redwood just broke the pin himself! It looks like he’s still got more energy in him and he’s looking to really expend all of it in sending Shio Corrin’s body packing to the locker room as a message to the rest of Dynasty that Kirk means BUSINESS! He keeps that waist lock engaged as he drags Shio Corrin back up to a standing position, but then he pulls his arms up and transitions smoothly into a full nelson hold on Shio Corrin!
Stew-O: With that full nelson hold, Kirk Redwood wriggles Shio Corrin left and right before hoisting him back up, dropping him once again to the canvas with a dragon suplex! But AGAIN, he’s not finished yet as he still drags him back up to a standing position, and at this point I have to imagine that Shio Corrin may already be unconscious but that isn’t stopping Kirk from treating him like a rag doll! What is that referee doing?! This should be stopped at some point to prevent an injury!
Flannery McCoy: But Kirk Redwood is relentless as he transitions over to a double chicken wing hold, and I can only imagine that means he’s going to go for the trifecta… AND HE DOES! A TIGER SUPLEX FROM KIRK REDWOOD DROPS SHIO CORRIN LIKE A BAG OF POTATOES TO THE CANVAS, AND KIRK DOESN’T GO FOR THE BRIDGE! HE LOOKS AT SHIO CORRIN LAID OUT, BRUISED AND BLOODY ON THE CANVAS!
Jake Mercer: The referee goes to check on Shio Corrin, but before the referee can get a good look at him, Kirk Redwood drags Shio Corrin back up to a standing position, and I REALLY think he’s out on his feet the way he’s leaning on Kirk Redwood! The referee needs to take a look at Shio Corrin, but Kirk has just been MERCILESS and isn’t even giving the referee a chance to realize Shio is OUT!
Stew-O: Whatever the case may be, Kirk Redwood currently has a look of murder on his face right now as he holds Shio Corrin up from behind, and he reaches around to grab his wrist! He’s in prime ripcord position! No, is he really going to… right here?! OH, THERE HE GOES! HE RIPCORDS SHIO CORRIN OUT BEFORE–
Flannery McCoy: PULLING HIM INTO THAT MONSTROUS RIGHT HOOK RIGHT TO THE JAW, AND I DON’T THINK A JAW IS SUPPOSED TO MOVE THAT WAY! SHIO CORRIN DROPS TO THE CANVAS, AND THE REFEREE FORCEFULLY PUSHES KIRK REDWOOD OUT OF THE WAY TO CHECK ON SHIO CORRIN! THIS DOESN’T LOOK GOOD!
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(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: YOUR WINNER AS A RESULT OF REFEREE STOPPAGE… THE DOG OF WAR, KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRK! REEEEEEEEEEDWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
Stew-O: I think it goes without saying that what we just witnessed was less of a match and more of an absolute SLAUGHTER! Shio Corrin didn’t have the opportunity to get a LICK of offense in! I don’t think he was aware enough to realize the mood that Kirk Redwood was in this week, and that cost him DEARLY!
Flannery McCoy: Ever the loud mouth, Shio Corrin tried talking that trash to Kirk Redwood to start the match off, and that left him open and vulnerable, while Kirk Redwood had the pedal to the metal from the moment the bell rang! I don’t think Shio Corrin is okay, the referee is checking on him and there’s a big grimace on the referee’s face!
Jake Mercer: Kirk Redwood doesn’t give a damn, though, he’s celebrating his win with a glare on his face as he raises his arms himself! He’s not taking that loss to BRAE sitting down, and what he just showed the Dynasty roster is that if ANYONE thinks they can use Kirk as a stepping stone, they’re dead wrong because Kirk Redwood is fully ready to step on ANYONE to get the singles championship he’s always wanted!
Stew-O: If this proves one thing, it’s that Kirk Redwood is absolutely still in the race for singles championship gold, and this season may be the season he finally achieves it despite the setback at Reckless Wiring! As the referee and staff continue to check on Shio Corrin, all we can do is sit back and witness Kirk Redwood as he puts his foot down and makes a statement that he is far from finished!
(The video feed lingers on Kirk Redwood’s ominous celebration as he stands over the broken Shio Corrin, before the feed fades to black.)
(Backstage, the shot travels over to a lockerroom exclusive for Mia Santoro, the reigning EAW Specialists Champion. As it gradually dissolves to show off the interior, the champion herself is seated by a table. She laughs, haughty as can be and takes a bite out of a slice of cake. Sitting right across from her, however, is Michael Belfort — party hat and all on. Judging by the nervous and tense expression he has? It certainly wasn’t by choice.)
Mia Santoro: Mhmm. Can you taste that, Michael?
(A beat.)
Mia Santoro: Oh right, you can’t because you’ve been nothing more than a pushover loser all your life.
Michael Belfort: Yeah, ahahaha… I guess so…
(Mia stops mid-bite.)
Mia Santoro: Oh, quit sitting there like you have some kind of stick up your ass! It was a joke!
(Her voice is sharp, just like her stare. Michael gulps.)
Michael Belfort: No, no, I get it! Very funny joke, Mia.
(That seemed to get her demeanor to loosen up a bit. A content smirk now comes to the surface.)
Mia Santoro: Good. Well, Michael, it always feels good to prove people wrong. Dear, little Effy was hoping she could embarrass me, but she learned the hard way that I wasn’t going to be some mere stepping stone for her. I am THROUGH with that. I am the one who gets to be on top now, and she can have her fun sulking into Ahren’s gross chest or whatever. I get to continue to be the best, and that makes me happy.
Michael Belfort: Even with your challenger set in stone in Holly Arrow?
(That gets Mia to roll her eyes.)
Mia Santoro: Michael, seriously? Let’s not worry about that dirtbag. She’s no threat to me. She will be dealt with, but for now, let’s—
???: Continue to have to deal with you gawking about yourself?
(Mia and Michael’s head whip around. Sure enough, Holly Arrow is present. She shakes her head, disgusted with what’s going on.)
Holly Arrow: You know, for someone who wanted to make fun of Effy for being childish, you think having some kind of stupid tea party is appropriate?
Mia Santoro: Excuse you? First off, this is a celebration party. I don’t do tea, that seems to be more of your speed.
Holly Arrow: I’m not British.
Mia Santoro: Well, you’re a freak, either way. You aren’t too far off, but whatever! The point is this, Holly: I get to do whatever the hell I want because I was able to back up my words. I had to deal with some many asshats trying to downplay me, but here I am, being able to be a champion before anyone got to be one…
Holly Arrow: Uh huh…
Mia Santoro: … and before you could be a singles one!
Holly Arrow: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I definitely haven’t heard that before. Totally the first time coming from you, too!
Mia Santoro: What can I say, dear? One-trick ponies are always easy to spot.
(Mia smirks, taking a sip of her drink. Holly, however, does not let the barb get to her.)
Holly Arrow: You can think whatever, Mia, but I suggest you don’t get too comfortable. Anything can happen, and since I earned the right to a title match against you, I’m not about to let that go to waste.
Mia Santoro: Heh. Say whatever you want, Holly. However, I’m on a roll. I got to get my first marquee win of the year, and that’s only going to continue to rack up for me the further the season stretches.
(She then stands up, putting aside the cup. Her and Holly come face-to-face.)
Mia Santoro: So, I’d watch it, Holly. Don’t fly too close to the Sun, Lodestar.
(Mia scoffs and walks off. Holly turns her head toward the direction she leaves from, and from there, Dynasty transitions to the ringside area…)
( “Cult Leader” by KiNG MALA blasts through the speakers to a negative reaction from the Kyocera Dome as Mia Santoro arrives onto the entranceway. She raises her EAW Specialists’ Championship on the stage before making her way down to the ring. )
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! From Key West, Florida, weighing in at 115 pounds… SHE IS THE EAW SPECIALISTS CHAMPION… MIAAAA SANTOOOOOORROOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro is a week fresh from successfully defending her EAW Specialists Championship against Effy McAvoy, and now she looks forward to Territorial: Invasion, and there is an endless amount of possibilities of what she will do in Washington.
Stew-O: All she could do raise her stock more and build her momentum, and that would do her wonders if she secures a win over an EAW Hall of Famer in Brian Daniels.
( Mia Santoro stops showing off her championship gold as her theme song is overlapped by “Dragonborn” by Jeremy Soule. The crowd immediately erupts into an ear-deafening pop as Brian Daniels makes his entrance. Daniels hops onto the stage, spreading both of his arms and welcoming the Japanese reception. )
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! From New York City, weighing in at 195 pounds.. HE IS AN EAW HALL OF FAMER.. BRIIIIANNN DANIELLLS!!
Stew-O: At Reckless Wiring, only one EAW Hall of Famer could stay in Elite Answers Wrestling between Charlie Marr and Brian Daniels. After such an excruciating battle, it was Brian Daniels who would emerge victorious and maintain his spot in this company. Marr, however, will have no choice but to comply with the terms and leave this company.
Jake Mercer: Charlie Marr served this company well. He is an EAW Hall of Famer for a reason, but between these two egos, there was only room for one to remain, and Brian Daniels fought vehemently to keep his spot, and now he’s got to keep it going. He has a chance to continue the momentum in a match against the reigning EAW Specialists Champion, which is bound to be a great performance between these two.
( DING! DING! DING! )
Stew-O: This match is underway as Mia Santoro and Brian Daniels circle the ring before engaging in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Daniels is quick to overpower her, but Santoro maneuvers around the waist and does a rear double leg takedown. Santoro hovers over and flips him over with a rolling headlock, but Daniels is able to plant his feet into the ground and push Santoro into and off the ropes. Daniels receives her with a kitchen sink knee strikes, but the champion circles the knee, grabbing it and holding onto his left leg.
Jake Mercer: Daniels pulls Santoro utilising his leg power and reels her into a nasty side elbow smash to the jaw. Santoro is rocked as she is irish whipped into the ropes! Daniels tries to choreograph a back body drop! Santoro with a clean kick to the face! She runs the ropes! She rebounds! Daniels ducks under it, rebounds off the ropes and CLIPS THE CHAMPION WITH A MEAN LEG LARIAT! AND THAT LEAVES SANTORO NO CHOICE BUT TO SCURRY OUT TO THE RINGSIDE!
Flannery McCoy: BUT NOT FOR LONG! AS DANIELS LEAVES NO ROOM FOR RECUPERATION.. RUNS THE ROPES!! AND CLEARS IT.. AND PROPELS HIMSELF INTO MIA SANTORO DOWN AT RINGSIDE WITH A TOPE SUICIDA!!
Jake Mercer: Brian Daniels is firing off all cylinders as he whips Santoro back into the ring. He ascends to the top turnbuckle! HE’S PERCHED!! AND HE DESCENDS TO BLAST THE CHAMPION WITH A PRECISION MISSILE DROPKICK! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
ONEEE!!
TW-
Flannery McCoy: KICK-OUT! Daniels looks to be the one in control of the tempo as he administers a side headlock on the champion. It hasn’t taken long for these two to completely drop a lot of firepower, but now it’s been slowed down. Santoro begins to show some resistance here, getting up to her feet and fighting out of the headlock. However, that doesn’t last long as Daniels steps forward and settles Santoro back onto the ground with a snapmare takedown, digging his knee in between her shoulderblades and applying a chinlock on her.
Jake Mercer: Santoro still has a lot of fight reserved in her as she is using her strength to pry his hands apart from the chinlock! It’s starting to work, her resistance ramping up as she is almost fully pulled him away! Daniels lets go of her hands.. AND QUICKLY KICKS HER IN THE LOWER BACK.. SANTORO STUMBLES INTO THE SECOND ROPE.. BUT SHE SPRINGS BACK!! GIVING HER MUCH NEEDED MOMENTUM TO LEAP UP AND STUN THE EAW HALL OF FAMER WITH A JUMPING GAMENGIRI KICK!!
Stew-O: Brian Daniels has only been brought down to one knee as Santoro rebounds off the ropes! She clears the ground! AND LATCHES ONTO HIM FOR A HURRICANRANA.. AND IT CONNECTS–NO! DANIELS HOLDS ONTO HER, ROLLING HER OFF THE GROUND VIA THE MOMENTUM AND PLUCKING HER OFF THE CANVAS INTO A POWERBOMB POSITION!!
Jake Mercer: THE EAW HALL OF FAMER AIMS FOR A BIG-TIME POWERBOMB ON THE CHAMPION, BUT SANTORO VEHEMENTLY CHIPS AWAY AT HIM WITH PUNCHES TO THE HEAD! It seems to work, as Daniels transitions the powerbomb into a fireman’s carry position. This is still spelling some trouble for her, as DANIELS LIFTS HER U–SANTORO SPINS AROUND!! AND REVERSES THE FIREMAN’S CARRY INTO A HURRICANRANA! WHAT A COUNTER!
Stew-O: Brian Daniels is starting to shake off the cobwebs after being startled like that! He gets up and immediately gets floored with an arm dragon! Up again, and a second consecutive armdrag! Mia Santoro rebounds off the ropes! AND SENDS HIM PACKING WITH A PICTURE-PERFECT DROPKICK! Daniels leaves the ring, but he stays rested on the apron!
Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro ramping up here, as she climbs the turnbuckles and grabs onto Daniels! Daniels with a quick punch to the face, freezing her in place as he joins her on the second turnbuckle. Both elitists in a precarious position here as Brian Daniels might be looking for an avalanche something! I don’t know what it is, but it seems deadly! BUT SANTORO POPS UP! AND OVERWHELMS HIM WITH LEFTS AND RIGHTS!
Flannery McCoy: Mia Santoro tries for a superplex, but I am not quite sure if she has the strength in her! She tries again, but Daniels reaches his elbow over her nape! AND STARTS RAINING DOWN ON IT WITH VICIOUS ELBOWS! Santoro’s body falls limp and she falls to the ground. Daniels takes a moment to catch a breather on the top turnb–SANTORO WITH A ROLLING THUNDER DROPKICK THAT CAUSES HIM TO LOSE BALANCE AND FALL GROIN FIRST ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!!
Jake Mercer: Brian Daniels is in deep dish trouble.. and now Santoro and Daniels share a space on the top turnbuckle! AND SANTORO BRINGS HIM DOWN WITH HER WITH AN AVALANCHE FRANKSTEINER–DANIELS ROLLS OVER THE MOMENTUM AND HAS BOTH SHOULDERS DOWN!! THIS COULD BE IT!
ONEEEE!!
TWOOOO!!!
TH-
Stew-O: CLOSE ONE! Both elitists get up to their feet! Daniels is the first to strike! AS HE PEPPERS HER WITH SPINNINS ELBOWS.. A QUICK FOREARM SMASH.. THEN A BACK FIST TO THE SIDE.. AND THEN PIVOTS AROUND TO PUT A FINISHING TOUCH ON THE DRAGON SHOUT–SANTORO SILENCES HIM WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE KNEE STRIKE!! DANIELS TO ONE KNEE.. AS SANTORO SWINGS FOR A ROUNDHOUSE KICK–
Jake Mercer: Brian Daniels ducks under it! He wraps his arms around the waist and goes for a german suplex! Santoro quickly breaks his grip! Daniels tries for a dragon suplex! BUT SANTORO BREAKS OUT OF IT AND CLOCKS DANIELS WITH A PELE KICK!! AN OVERHEAD KICK LANDS ON THE CROWN OF THE HALL OF FAMER AS DANIELS STUMBLES BACKWARDS INTO THE CORNER TURNBUCKLES!
Stew-O: AND SANTORO LAUNCHES HERSELF ONTO HIM! WITH A JUMPING FOREARM SMASH.. BEFORE RUNNING INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER AND BACK–WAIT! DANIELS REGAINS CONSCIOUSNESS AND FOLLOWS HER INTO THE CORNER!! AND TRIES TO GET THE BIG CORNER BOOT IN!! STARKILLER MISSES AS DANIELS NOW HAS HIS FOOT CAUGHT UP ON THE TURNBUCKLES!
Flannery McCoy: Brian Daniels is like a sitting duck trying to get his dominant foot unentangled from the ropes… and THAT LEAVES HIM PRONE TO BEING SUPERKICKED IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! AT THIS POINT, DANIELS LOSES BALANCE AND NOW IS HANGING UPSIDE DOWN IN THE CORNER!
Stew-O: DANIELS IN AN INCREDIBLY VULNERABLE POSITION! Mia Santoro gets an idea in her head as she begins to climb up the turnbuckles with her back turned! Santoro might be going for a footstomp or whatever! Who knows!
Jake Mercer: DANIELS WITH INCREDIBLE CORE STRENGTH, PULLS HIS UPPER BODY TO MEET SANTORO!! HE SNATCHES HER LEFT ARM!! AND YANKS HER DOWN WITH A VICIOUS SNAP AVALANCHE DRAGON SUPLEX!! WHAT A MANEUVER THAT FORCES SANTORO TO GET FLIPPED ONTO THE BACK OF HER HEAD!! WOW!
Stew-O: Santoro is dazed for days! As now Daniels clenches both of his fists and riles himself up, and with the support of the crowd here tonight! HE RALLIES AND PULLS HIMSELF UP ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! Santoro is just able to get herself up to her feet, just barely! AND DANIELS LEAPS OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLES!! FOR A BIG KNEE STRIK–
Jake Mercer: MIA SANTORO SNIPES DANIELS’ LEFT KNEE IN MID-AIR WITH A SUPERKICK!! DANIELS HOLDS HIS KNEE IN PAIN AS HE LANDS IN A ROUGH POSITION, BUT HE HAS NO TIME TO NURSE IT AS HE GETS CLOBBERED IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! SANTORO WITH TWO FOR THE ROAD AS SHE GOES FOR THE COVER!
ONEEEE!!
TWOOOOO!!!
T-
Stew-O: DANIELS POPS HIS SHOULDER UP! Mia Santoro almost had him there, using her incredible sense of precision and sniping him in mid-air to hit that Two for the Road special! And now the reigning EAW Specialist Championship looks to close in on this for the road completely as she’s sitting in the corner…
Jake Mercer: Daniels is back to a vertical base.. but that’s not a good thing as SANTORO LEAPS TOWARDS HIM!! AND CONNECTS WITH THE APHRODITE’S KISS– NO!! SANTORO HAS HER FLATLINER BLOCKED AS DANIELS FELL INTO THE ROPES, AND SITS ON THE SECOND ROPE AS HE HOLDS SANTORO BY THE SIDE!! AND HE BEGINS TO DIG DOWN AT HER NECK WITH REPEATED ELBOWS!! ONE ELBOW AFTER ANOTHER!!
Stew-O: AND DANIELS SITS OFF THE SECOND ROPE.. WHILE LIFTING SANTORO UP INTO A SUPLEX POSITION!! AND DRILLING HER DOWN INTO A BRAINBUSTER!! COVER!
ONEEE!
TWOOOOO!!
TH-
Flannery McCoy: KICK-OUT!! BRIAN DANIELS ALMOST HAD THE CHAMPION THERE!! Santoro probably doesn’t even know what city she’s in right now as Daniels rolls into the corner.. Looking to hit possibly the finishing touches in this match! He’s got this whole city behind him! AS SANTORO IS UP ON HER FEET… AND DANIELS CHARGES OUT OF THE CORNE–
Jake Mercer: DANIELS WAS LOOKING FOR THE VALAR MORGHULIS, BUT SANTORO SMARTLY ROLLED OUT OF THE RING TO AVOID THE BUSAIKU KNEE STRIKE! Osaka is not happy about this and they’re letting her know with her loud boos! Santoro brushes it off, but Daniels isn’t going to allow her to get away with it as HE RUNS OFF THE APRON!! AND BULLDOZES THROUGH SANTORO WITH A JUMPING KNEE STRIKE!! VINTAGE BRIAN DANIELS, BUT HE ISN’T BRINGING HER BACK INTO THE RING WITH HIM!!
Flannery McCoy: Brian Daniels grabs both of her wrists and smiles as we all know what he’s going for her.. AS DANIELS NOW BEGINS TO STOMP HER HEAD IN!! ONE AFTER ONE, AFTER ONE, AFTER ANOTHER!! DANIELS IS DIGGING AWAY AT HER FACE, AS HE’S MAKING IT KNOWN THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER RUN AWAY FROM THE BATTLE!
( Brian Daniels lands one more stomp, but keeps the hands clasped as the crowd ask for him to do another round stomps. )
Brian Daniels (off-mic): ONE MORE TIME? YOU GOT IT–
Flannery McCoy: WHAT THE?! IN ALL THAT COMMOTION, SANTORO GOT BOTH OF HER FEET PRESSED AGAINST HIS CHEST, AND CATAPULTS DANIELS AWAY! AND DANIELS’ SKULL COLLIDES AGAINST THE RINGPOST!! OH MY GOD!! DANIELS JUST GOT CATAPULTED FACE-FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST AS SANTORO LIKE THE OPPORTUNIST SHE IS, QUICKLY BRINGS HIM BACK INTO THE RING!
Jake Mercer: DANIELS MIGHT HAVE SUSTAINED A CONCUSSION FROM THAT COLLISSION.. BUT SANTORO DOESN’T CARE AS SHE STORMS OUT OF THE CORNER!! DANIELS IS IN PERFECT POSITION!!
Stew-O: AND SANTORO SPIKES HIM DOWN WITH ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE! ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE!! COVER!!
ONEEEE!!
TWOOOOOOOO!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Flannery McCoy: BRIAN DANIELS GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!! MIA SANTORO CAN’T BELIEVE IT!! I SWEAR SHE ALMOST HAD IT!! BUT WE KNOW FROM DANIELS PERFORMANCE AT RECKLESS WIRING… HE REFUSES TO BE PUT DOWN!!
Stew-O: That was perhaps one of Mia Santoro’s best chances at putting away the EAW Hall of Famer! Santoro gets up to her feet and starts taunting him! Daniels is just starting to wind up his feet, little by little, but that’s to the chagrin of his opponent as Santoro is just mockingly brushing his face with her foot! Santoro is just chipping at it, but I don’t think to cause damage, but to ridicule him!
Flannery McCoy: BUT SANTORO JUST MEANT THAT MEATY ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE TEMPLE OF DANIELS!! DANIELS WAS JUST ABOUT TO GET UP, BUT NOW THAT’S PUT HIM ON SPAGHETTI LEGS!
Jake Mercer: DANIELS IS IN POSITION.. AS NOW SANTORO JUMPS ONTO THE SECOND ROPE!! AND GOES FOR THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTE–
Stew-O: WHAT!! VALAR MORGHULIS!!! DANIELS INTERCEPTS WOLFSBANE WITH THE BUSAIKU KNEE STRIKE IN MID-AIR!! DANIELS QUICKLY CRAWLS OVER FOR THE COVER!! HE’S GOT THE CHAMPION BEAT!
ONEEEEEE!!
TWOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Stew-O: Mia Santoro gets her shoulder up before three, completely catching Daniels off guard, but Daniels isn’t going to let it go to his head as he immediately places Santoro’s arm in between his legs! AND HE’S GOING FOR THE FOURTH SEAL! THE OMOPLATA CROSSFACE!!
Jake Mercer: BUT SANTORO IS BLOCKING HIM FROM GETTING THAT GRIP!! SANTORO IS FIGHTING HIM OFF!! AND SANTORO GETS HIS ENTIRE LEFT HEEL ON THE BOTTOM ROPE, CAUSING A ROPE BREAK!
Flannery McCoy: Brian Daniels almost got her there, but he keeps going and tries to bring Santoro away from the ropes. Santoro however, keeps herself on the ropes, prompting the referee to separate them, but Daniels doesn’t let go! The ref pulls him away, but Santoro USES IT AS AN OPENING TO LAND IN A CHEAP SHOT!! BUT DANIELS IMMEDIATELY PIPES BACK WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK! DID YOU SEE THE WHIPLASH ON THAT KICK?!?!
Jake Mercer: DANIELS SPINS.. AND PIVOTS INTO THE CAUSTIC ECHO!!
Flannery McCoy: BUT SANTORO SIDESTEPS AND BRINGS HIM DOWN INTO A SCHOOL-BOY!!
ONEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
Jake Mercer: DANIELS TRAPS HER ARM AND TRANSITIONS THE COVER INTO THE ARMBAR!! AND PULLS BACK ON THE HEAD.. AND NOW HAS THE FOURTH SEAL OMOPLATA CROSSFACE FULLY APPLIED!!
Flannery McCoy: SANTORO REFUSES TO GO DOWN LIKE THIS!! AS SHE’S FINGERTIPS AWAY FROM THE ROPES!! IT’S A RACE OF RESILLIENCE!! SANTORO’S ALMOST GOT HER HAND THERE! COME O–
Stew-O: DANIELS KICKS HIS OWN FOOT OFF THE BOTTOM ROPE, PROVIDING HIM ENOUGH MOMENTUM TO ROLL BACK AND DRAGGING SANTORO INTO THE FOURTH SEAL IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!! SANTORO IS MUCH FARTHER AWAY FROM THE ROPES NOW!!
Flannery McCoy: DANIELS WITH CLUBBING ELBOWS TO THE CROWN OF THE HEAD!! AND SANTORO IS TRYING TO FIGHT THROUGH IT!!! DANIELS’ GOT THE FOURTH SEAL FULLY APPLIED HERE!!
Jake Mercer: SANTORO TRIES FOR ONE LAST PUSH.. BUT NO!! SHE GIVES IN!! SANTORO TAPS!!
( DING! DING! DING! )
( “Dragonborn” by Jeremy Soule blasts through the speakers in the Kyocera Dome as Brian Daniels gets up and starts celebrating his submission victory. )
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.. BRIIIANN DANIELS!!!
Stew-O: What an incredible evenly-fought battle between Brian Daniels and the EAW Specialists Champion, Mia Santoro! Both of the elitists demonstrated to the Japanese crowd exactly what they’re made of! Mia Santoro proved why she is a champion, but Brian Daniels also proved why he’s an EAW Hall of Famer, why he beat Charlie Marr to stay in this company, and how that years of experience allowed him to beat Santoro tonight!
Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro’s got nothing to beat herself down about, she brought Brian Daniels to his limit, but Daniels just had a little more wits to will himself into victory! What a match!
( The last shot is Brian Daniels cheering on the top turnbuckle with a dejected Mia Santoro cradling her EAW Specialists Championship. )
(A commercial plays for the Fantastic Four, featuring BRAE.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Ultra Instinct’ can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience reacts loudly to the arrival of the Interwire Champion, BRAE. The champion sports the title around his waist, gazing upon the crowd with an intense gaze on his face, maintaining all of his focus as he’s walking down the ramp ready for the main event.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Novosibirsk, Russia! Weighing in at 215 pounds… HE IS THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION… ‘SON’ BRRRRRRRRRAE!!!
Stew-O: The Interwire Champion has always remained one to accept any challenge that should come his way, and this is not any different, although the opponent in question is surely raising the ire of his intensity in a more emphatic manner. BRAE’s looking to have an incredible encounter with his opponent tonight, and that much is a treat for Dynasty to have & witness.
Flannery McCoy: BRAE recently defended his title against Kirk Redwood at Reckless Wiring, and to march into battle yet again against the competitor of the caliber that Drake King brings to the table, it’s surely not gonna be anything for BRAE to even think about underestimating tonight.
(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage is still heard blaring throughout the speakers, with Drake King making his way out from the back & standing at the entrance ramp with a sly grin on his face. Drake looks outward with his focus intact, the crowd continuing to let their reactions be heard as he would proceed to walk down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Heaven’s Gate, weighing in at 220 pounds… HE IS ‘GOD’, DRAAAAAAKE, KINGGGGGG!!!
Stew-O: Drake King will be venturing into yet another battle against a battle-tested, as this match tonight will be embroiled with enough intensity from his own end due to how Reckless Wiring panned out for himself in less than stellar results. Drake is known to be stepping into much more visceral intent after moments of loss, and this can be no different.
Jake Mercer: Drake King is one of the most dangerous elitists possible stepping into the fray with a warrior, the two elitists tonight will be looking to establish any prominent base of momentum possible, and having that victory over the other so close to the show can do just that!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off!!! BRAE takes on Drake King right where in this Dynasty main event as we are sure to watch a barn burner of a match here! Drake & BRAE don’t waste another moment as they are pacing themselves around the ring, looking to kick this match off without having to spend another second away from gaining control as they soon engage in this collar and elbow tie-up! BRAE & Drake are looking to push one another back, as these are the very crucial beginnings of a match where you have to garner all of the control that you can while looking to have the most sizable start!
Flannery McCoy: But Drake is able to push the Interwire Champion back, being able to send him into the ropes that are behind him and keep him at bay! The referee is counting away, not looking to give Drake too much control here as he risks a disqualification the longer that this continues! Drake King slowly begins to let go of BRAE, nodding to the referee as BRAE gives his own nod here as he’s not looking to also disparage from here–BUT DRAKE IMMEDIATELY REACHES & MAINTAINS A HEADLOCK AROUND THE HEAD OF BRAE! BRAE is left in a difficult spot right here as this match persists!
Jake Mercer: Definitely not the spot that BRAE wants to find himself in as Drake King is looking to maintain as much of this control as he possibly can, shaking his own head as he is refusing any leeway while BRAE drops to a knee! The Interwire Champion is left in a very difficult spot at the moment as Drake is refusing all of the control from his opponent, making this a tough task for BRAE as—HE SUDDENLY HOISTS DRAKE UPWARDS AND DROPS HIM WITH A BACK SUPLEX TO BREAK THE CONTROL! BRAE frees himself as Drake is looking to return back to his feet—
Stew-O: BUT HE’S CAUGHT BY A VICIOUS KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST!!!! BRAE is now looking to push all of the offense forward as the chop sends Drake King into the corner, trying to emerge away from the corner as quickly as possible–BUT ANOTHER CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST KEEPS DRAKE AT BAY!!! BRAE is refusing to let up as he is continuing to maintain all of the pressure with each chop while the referee is proceeding to count down from here as well! This is not panning out all too well for Drake here as this will have to cause some kind of turning point!
Flannery McCoy: As BRAE has to halt the pressure to prevent the five count, backing away from his opponent while still keeping a keen eye on Drake, nodding to himself as he does not want to hold himself back before rushing toward Drake King and LOOKING FOR A BOOT IN THE CORNER–BUT DRAKE SIDESTEPS AND TOSSES BRAE OVERHEAD OUT OF THE RING IN RETURN! Drake does not want to be caught in any of those crosshairs!
Jake Mercer: BUT LOOK! BRAE IS HOLDING ON! Drake doesn’t seem to immediately notice as BRAE is clutching onto the ropes with both hands, looking to get himself back into the swing of things while Drake is turning himself around, taking immediate notice as he seeks out a quick clothesline—BUT BRAE DUCKS UNDER & IMMEDIATELY RETORTS WITH AN ENZIGURI TO ROCK DRAKE KING!! Drake is stunned as BRAE is now looking to make the most out of this opportunity while the EAW Hall of Famer is vulnerable! BRAE is motioning himself toward the top, quickly on the climb to the top of the turnbuckle as he can aim for a patented TOP ROPE CLOTHESLINE—
Stew-O: DRAKE WITH A SUDDEN DROPKICK THAT SENDS BRAE AWAY FROM THE TURNBUCKLE AND COLLAPSING DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! NOT A GOOD LANDING AT ALL!!! BRAE is visibly struggling for himself now, as he is finding the come up very difficult to do with immediate effect after being nailed by that dropkick! The referee is looking to count away, but it seems that Drake King is taking a very sizable look toward that possibility as he now finds himself rolling out of the ring to the disagreement of the referee! Drake has focus etched across his face!
Flannery McCoy: As BRAE is trying to rise back up to his feet, even after taking such a bad fall to the ringside floor he is still remaining resilient as ever while Drake King is refusing to slow down here—AS DRAKE SENDS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO STUN BRAE!!! BRAE drops to a knee, with the multi-time World Champion now keeping a close hold of the Interwire Champion and proceeding to hoist him UPWARD AS BRAE IS LEFT IN A VERY TROUBLING STATE IN THE MOMENT HERE—
Jake Mercer: ‘CAUSE HE’S DROPPED WITH A FALCOLN ARROW ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! BRAE’S BACK TAKING THE FULL BRUNT OF THE COLD FLOOR AS DRAKE KING IS MAINTAINING CONTROL! Drake is truly looking to put BRAE through the ringer here, as he proceeds to drag BRAE upward as he doesn’t want to slow himself down, rolling BRAE back into the ring without another thought! Drake finds himself motioning back inside the ring as well, BRAE is still reeling as Drake is now hooking the leg while the referee rushes himself to count the pin!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
T–
Stew-O: NOT QUITE THERE! THE TWO COUNT!!! Drake is rising upward, as he refuses to see his efforts be for nothing as he’s now taking a hold of BRAE, dragging his opponent toward the ropes as he sets him directly against the ropes in this troubling position! Drake King is looking to maintain as much of this control as possible while BRAE is vulnerable–AS HE’S PRESSING HIS KNEE AGAINST THE BACK OF BRAE’S NECK TO KEEP HIM FROM ESCAPING!!! UP AGAINST THE MIDDLE ROPE AS HE’S BEING CHOKED HERE! The referee is counting down, and Drake King is refusing to let this go and wants to take this further from here as well!!!
Flannery McCoy: AND DRAKE WITH A SMACK OF THE BACK OF BRAE’S HEAD BEFORE BACKING AWAY!! A little bit of disrespect from the EAW Hall of Famer as the audience is now booing loudly with the referee scolding Drake King! Drake shakes his own head as he’s returning back to BRAE, who’s coughing up a storm as Drake is rushing forward and looking for a knee of his own directly into BRAE–
Jake Mercer: BUT BRAE BURSTS OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A LARIAT THAT TURNS DRAKE KING INSIDE OUT!!! DRAKE KING IS DOWN!!! This is absolutely everything that BRAE needs right now as Drake is wide-eyed, absolutely dazed by the lariat as BRAE is now looking to rise back up to his feet, feeling all of the energy return to him as he is seeing Drake set onto his own rise as well! BRAE is refusing to see that through, as his focus is emphasized entirely on Drake King while the two-time Grand Rampage Winner is trying to bring himself upward here!
Stew-O: AS BRAE ALLOWS FOR A TEEP KICK TO KNOCK DRAKE INTO THE ROPES, WITH DRAKE RETURNING BACK TOWARD BRAE–AS BRAE IS ABLE TO SEND DRAKE SPIRALLING BACK DOWN WITH A URANAGE TO PUT HIM INTO THE CANVAS!!! Drake has been driven into the mat as BRAE is now able to garner that control, hooking the leg as the referee is quickly sliding to the count here!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
T–
Flannery McCoy: KICK OUT!!! DRAKE KING IS ALL GOOD!!! This match continues as BRAE is constantly nodding, feeling the intensity within himself only continue to rise as he’s now dragging Drake King over to the corner once more, not allowing for any slowing down to happen as he just continues to lay into Drake KING with REPEATED MACHINE GUN CHOPS!!! DRAKE KING IS BEING SUPPRESSED TO THE UTMOST LEVEL WITH THESE CHOPS THAT HAVE ONLY LEFT HIS CHEST TURNING RED FROM THE CONSTANT CONTROL!!! BRAE is not giving any quarter with how he is able to unleash as much of this deliberate control as possible for himself!
Jake Mercer: As the referee is always forced to count down in moments like these, forcing BRAE to halt the control of the machine gun chops that drop Drake King to slumping down in the corner! BRAE backs away, nodding to the referee as he seems to be backing off from his opponent–TILL HE RETURNS BACK AND PROCEEDS TO SEND REPEATED STOMPS INTO THE CHEST OF DRAKE KING! The referee is back to counting down again as BRAE is sending each stomp with deliberate intent, increasing the pressure as he continues without letting up on any of the momentum that he has been able to garner!
Stew-O: ‘Till he doesn’t have much of a choice other than backing himself away as the referee is stepping before him, scolding BRAE yet BRAE is nodding off as he does not take kindly to any measure of disrespect! Drake is dormant in the corner as BRAE finds himself focusing back on Drake King, shaking his head as he RUSHES FORWARD WITHOUT ANOTHER THOUGHT AS HE SEEKS OUT THIS—
Flannery McCoy: BUT DRAKE IS ABLE TO EMERGE FROM THE CORNER AND SEND BRAE CRASHING BACK DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A SLINGBLADE!!! Drake subsides all of the control that he lost in the extended period to bring it all back with a slingblade, leaving BRAE to clutch onto the back of his own neck after the impact! BRAE is trying to rise back to his feet, disoriented as Drake is able to maintain the momentum while BRAE is in this constant struggle the longer that this match continues to stretch on!
Jake Mercer: As Drake sends a knee across the abdomen of BRAE to suppress him much further!! BRAE is halted even more so as he drops downward, with Drake pulling him upward and into position as he has been able to regain much of his own control in this match in order to bring himself closer to putting BRAE down! Drake King doesn’t waste another second by HOISTING THE INTERWIRE CHAMPION UPWARD–AND SENDS HIM BACK DOWN WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!! He maintains the pin!!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREE—
Stew-O: NO! BRAE KICKS OUT!!! Drake is remaining in this seated position as BRAE is refusing to stay down for long, trying to crawl himself around as this match is simply continuing at a pace that Drake wants to make comfortable for his own victory to come around! BRAE is motioning around, with Drake shaking his head again as he steps himself toward BRAE, sending a stomp down over the back of BRAE’s neck to deny him the necessary comeback from here! Drake begins to hook the arms, no time wasted when looking for the ‘ASCENSION’ PEDIGREE’ HERE—
Flannery McCoy: BUT BRAE FREES HIS OWN ARMS AND IMMEDIATELY TAKES HOLD OF DRAKE—AS HE HOISTS HIM WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!!! Drake King was just sent downward onto the canvas by the sudden suplex from BRAE as he has more than enough wherewithal to react with the urgency of an Interwire Champion with all the more to prove! Drake is in trouble–’CAUSE BRAE FLIPS OVER, AND HE SHIFTS THE TIDES BY HOISTING DRAKE UPWARD WITH ALL OF HIS STRENGTH AS HE IS NOT INTERESTED IN SLOWING THIS DOWN!!!
Jake Mercer: AS A SNAP SUPLEX SENDS DRAKE KING DOWN AFTER THE FEAT OF STRENGTH OF BRAE TO MAINTAIN IMMENSE ENERGY THERE!! Drake King is in trouble here as he finds himself in the rut here, with BRAE hooking the leg once more while Drake King remains in deep trouble!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREE—
Stew-O: NOT ENOUGH! DRAKE KICKS OUT!!! BRAE is maintaining his focus as this main event is still continuing, which leads to BRAE taking hold of Drake’s legs while standing himself upwaerd–AS HE’S LOOKING TO WORK DRAKE KING INTO A VERY TOUGH POSITION HERE WHILE LOOKING FOR HIS ‘BRIGID END’ SUBMISSION!!! DRAKE IS REFUSING TO TURN HIMSELF OVER!!!
Flannery McCoy: AS DRAKE FINDS HIMSELF MOTIONING BRAE AWAY WITH A KICK AGAINST THE JAW!!! BRAE CAN’T GET THE SUBMISSION THROUGH!! BRAE is backed into the ropes, holding on as Drake is looking to find ground again as BRAE is not looking to keep himself at bay here, now rushing forward and looking for another LARIAT–BUT DRAKE DUCKS AS BRAE TURNS TO A SUDDEN SIDE KICK ACROSS HIS ABDOMEN! BRAE is left in a very debilitating stance here as Drake is now pulling BRAE into position, hooking the arms and he has BRAE exactly in the position that he needs to be here—
Jake Mercer: AS DRAKE PUTS BRAE DOWN WITH THE ‘ASCENSION’ PEDIGREE!!!! The pedigree puts the Interwire Champion down as he turns BRAE over and hooks the leg with great urgency!!! The referee counts away!!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEE—
Stew-O: BRAE WITH THE KICK-OUT!!! The Interwire Champion stays in this match as Drake King is absolutely feeling the wear and tear of going toe to toe with an elitist as intense as BRAE! Drake now finds himself backing away into the corner, shaking his own head as he is refusing to keep this match at bay for long, with no holding himself back from here as BRAE is looking to make the crawl, with Drake laying in wait while he has the end of this match primed… MOTIONING FORWARD FOR ‘JUDGMENT DAY’ HERE—
Flannery McCoy: BRAE EMERGES WITH A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE THAT HALTS DRAKE KING IN HIS TRACKS IMMEDIATELY!!! DRAKE KING IS IN TROUBLE!!! The multi-time World Champion is left in a daze while BRAE is able to yank Drake King through the ropes and leave him dormant on the apron! He has him held back and in trouble!!!!
Jake Mercer: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! THE TEN BEATS OF BRAE!!!! Drake is remaining staggered beyond belief as BRAE drags him away from the ropes and down to the canvas!!! Drake King is in a daze as BRAE seems to understand he needs to remain on the attack!!!! MOVING IN FOR THE ‘RED DEATH’!!!!
Stew-O: BUT DRAKE SLIDES AWAY AS BRAE’S FOREARM HITS THE MAT!!! BRAE IS IN TROUBLE AS HE’S NOW RISING HIMSELF BACK UP WHILE BRAE IS GETTING HIMSELF UP AS WELL!!! DRAKE KING IS LOOKING TO PUT AN END TO THIS MATCH BY RUSHING AHEAD FOR ‘GUILLOTINE’!!!!
Flannery McCoy: BRAE DUCKS & DRAKE LANDS FLAT ON HIS BACK!!! HE’S LOOKING TO STAND HIMSELF BACK UP—TILL BRAE CATCHES HIM IN A REAR NAKED CHOKE!!!! WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT AS DRAKE KING IS NOW STRUGGLING IMMENSELY TO FIND HIS WAY OUT OF THIS AS THE SPRINT MAY HAVE CAUSED HIM TO OVEREXTEND HIMSELF!!! BRAE IS MAINTAINING THE REAR NAKED CHOKE AS THE REFEREE IS KEEPING A KEEN ON EYE ON DRAKE KING, THIS IS REALLY BAD—
Jake Mercer: AS DRAKE USES THE ROPES TO PUSH HIMSELF BACK AND CAUSE BRAE’S SHOULDERS TO PRESS ONTO THE CANVAS!!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Stew-O: BUT WAIT!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: DRAKE’S SHOULDERS ARE DORMANT ON THE MAT AS WELL!!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(BRAE & Drake King both stand themselves upward, as they are each looking toward the referee with their own confusion respectively as the referee speaks to Stephie Love, who nods.)
Stephie Love: DUE TO A DOUBLE PINFALL, THIS MATCH HAS BEEN RULED A NO CONTEST!!!
Jake Mercer: Wow!!!!! No contest!?!!?!!? Both of their shoulders were down after BRAE refuses to let go of Drake and kept his arms situated around his upper body, but that led to no victor tonight!!!
Stew-O: Certainly portrays itself as an unlikely debacle considering how this match ultimately pans out to be an indecision amongst two very capable elitists, which leaves enough of a reminder for how this can progress into—OH MY GO!!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: SPEAR!!!!! METHUSELAH JUST SPEARED BRAE & TURNED HIM INSIDE OUT!!!! BRAE HAS BEEN LAID OUT WITHOUT ANOTHER SECOND AS ANY MATTER OF THE RESULT IS NOW OVERLOOKED DUE TO THE CHAIRMAN!!!! DRAKE QUICKLY TURNS AND LOOKS TO SWING–BUT METHUSELAH DUCKS UNDER AND RUNS THE ROPES AS DRAKE TURNS—
Jake Mercer: INTO A SPEAR!!!! SPEAR TAKES DRAKE KING DOWN AS WELL!!! CLUTCHING HIS ABDOMEN AS METHUSELAH JUST TOOK CARE OF THE PARTICIPANTS OF THIS DYNASTY MAIN EVENT TONIGHT IN A FELL SWOOP!!!!
(Both Drake King & BRAE find themselves at ringside, as Methuselah remains inside the ring while slowly standing himself upward with a focused expression on his face to the immense reaction of the audience, his own personalized statement sent. He demands a microphone, and once given it, speaks.)
Methuselah: I understand that you, my loyal gladiators, just fought with life and limb at risk for supremacy within my domain. Prithee, all I require – and demand – is a moment of your time. Not that you have any say in the matter, of course.
(Drake King and BRAE,hurting everywhere, continue to try and recover after the vicious assault. )
Methuselah: KAN. As I just so declared, this was and remains my domain; it is a result of my cruelty that I yet compete amongst those under my employ. For years, the same sentiment has echoed from the vocal cords of the onlookers; ‘but sire, you have already achieved your umpteenth accolade in the Land of Elite, Extreme, Merchants, Beasts! Pray give your employees an opportunity! They have fought their whole life for this! Will you take it away just to pad the greatest career of all time?!’
Methuselah: How disappointing that this dialogue has repeated itself as many times as I have had matches. How disappointing of my foolish disciples who yet fail to understand. How disappointing that the Master Builder’s divine design remains doubted to this day. It is the obligation of a teacher to teach, and teach I shall, no matter how many times I must reiterate the points that soar o’er the heads of the masses.
Methuselah: It is by DESIGN that your Ascended Mahatma, newly awoken and humbly chosen, remains a fixture of this dominion to this day. My work remains unfinished to this day; upon the pinnacle of the Mount Adams Observatory – both proverbial and physical – there yet remains bricks to be laid, there yet remains portions of the cosmos to be scraped by my temple.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I reject those who beseech me to bow out.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I spit upon them for having questioned me, and then once more for causing me to have spat at all.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I am invigorated to press forth with my design with heightened pace out of sheer indignation.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I perceive our positioning in space-time, August of 2025 anno Domini Methuselah Elevation.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I bring to attention the imminent arrival of the hellish annual renewal of all-out war, Territorial Invasion.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I lie in waiting no longer, lunging forth at the opportunity to impose my temporal sovereignty forthwith.
Methuselah: THEREFORE, I elevate once more and assume the position of the sovereign and the supreme CAPTAIN of Team Dynasty at War Games!
(The crowd erupted as they realized what Methuselah just proclaimed; this news, however, did not go down well at all with Drake King, who already indicated interest in being a member of the War Games team earlier in the night. Upon hearing Methuselah’s declaration, he snarls, but he can’t do much with the pain he feels. Neither can the Interwire Champion.)
Methuselah: OVER FOR THOU. I am scarcely able to hear your impassioned pleas, Drake, but you know as well as I that I am not one to retract my imposition. Prithee, take heed of your Elevated Sensei’s teachings for once in your life. This goes for you as well, o Symphony of the Empire; with the relative age of a blastocyst within my dominion, each and every teaching absorbed yields heightened bounties. In your youth, you have conquered many already, and yet the full breadth of potential remains untapped; no greater opportunity exists to tap than when you are encased with bars of steel, beset on all sides by those who would take a life to succeed. Heed my words, I demand this of you:
Methuselah: ARISE. AWAKEN.
Methuselah: AWAKEN. ARISE.
Methuselah: ARISE. ARISE. ARISE.
Methuselah: AWAKEN. AWAKEN. AWAKEN.
Methuselah: METHUSELAH ELEVATION!
Methuselah: Peer above you; squint your eyes, pierce the veil of the ceiling, look yet onwards to bear witness to the distant nebulae. WITNESS the land of gods, that which my most dutiful and masterful gladiators scrape years off their lives in order to scrape with their own nails. WITNESS where the scarcest few have been able to imprint their identities, embedding their names to be the envy of generations. WITNESS where I can direct you to, should you heed my every word.
Methuselah: Despite your hatred, Drake, my words ring true for you as well; kan, I have not forgotten your part in the spiritual malaise that once scorched my soul with anguish on a universal scale. If the spirit of the gladiator burns bright within your soul, then you will join my side and lay siege to the occupied portions of my domain, and in the name of Methuselah Elevation you shall fight to place them beneath our heel. FINISH HIM. OVER FOR THOU.
(With that, Methuselah lowered his microphone and simply looked upon the two wrestlers in the squared circle, gaze set like stone.)
Stew-O: What a SHOCKING announcement by our very own chairman after the main event of the night! In his classic cryptic fashion, Methuselah has declared himself the captain of Dynasty’s war games team, but given what took place between Drake King and Methuselah two years ago, this would be a very volatile team!
Flannery McCoy: I don’t even know if they’ll be ABLE to unite and put aside their differences for the sake of victory! The hatred between those two men runs DEEP!
Jake Mercer: But, at least from Methuselah’s side, it looks like he’s willing to put that aside for the sake of victory! Of course, with HIM as the captain. Will Drake King be able to team with him at all, let alone being underneath him in the team? I can’t tell! And how does BRAE think about ANY of this!?
(The video feed continued to linger at the shocking scene before fading to black.)
