(EAW intro plays…)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a brief recap of last week’s show, a live shot of the arena inside is shown off, showcasing the sold-out crowd. The fans are ecstatic, and after the photo goes off in a sparkling display on the stage, the shot transitions over to the commentary desk, showcasing the broadcast team for tonight.)
Stew-O: EAW Universe, welcome back to another episode of FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am joined by my trusted colleagues in Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy. Much to look forward to as he keep the momentum going, guys!
Jake Mercer: You’re absolutely right about that, Stew-O! Plans are already in motion for Road to Redemption as many of our Elitists look forward to reaching the halfway point of the season. Many huge matches are bound to take place, and who knows? Things may look drastically different within a month’s time!
Flannery McCoy: Very well could, and one of those changes could be happening in regards to the Extreme Elimination Chamber. In fact? Earlier today, the World Heavyweight Championship participants met up for a rather interesting encounter. Let’s see what that was all about!
(And thus, the shot fades elsewhere…)
[SCREENBAR: EARLIER IN THE DAY]
(It was a regular day in the Church, Sister Annabelle was making preparations as she seemed to be the only one in there at the moment. That was probably not the case for long. As the door would open, and someone would be seen making their way inside.)
Michael Machina: Certainly not the place I would’ve chosen, but regardless… I’m here.
(Annabelle looks up, as her face lights up seeing one of her guests enter the Church. She stands up from where she is and makes her way down the walkway toward him.)
Sister Annabelle: Welcome.
Michael Machina: I’m not here for you. Where’s Drake King?
(Annabelle bows her head, thinking to herself for a moment before responding.)
Sister Annabelle: Drake is busy at the moment. He’s preparing for his match against Jake Smith and TLA this weekend, but he deeply apologizes for not being able to make it to this meeting.
(Machina chuckles at this, as he adjusts his World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder.)
Michael Machina: I’m so sure.
(Before they can get into any further conversations, though, someone else begins to make their way inside. Machina turns around to the sound of the footsteps as he tilts his head.)
Limmy Monaghan: I figured this meeting was inevitable, Machina. I think I’ve made it pretty clear where my goals align this season.
Michael Machina: Everyone has, that’s what makes me one hell of a target. Tell me, are you going to come after this title, or are you going to be too busy butting heads with the other participants in this match?
Limmy Monaghan: I made that mistake last year, and it cost me. You reaped the benefits of such a mistake. Now, you won’t have that luxury.
Michael Machina: I won’t need that luxury-
???: SIGNAL THE FANFARE!!!
(The door kicks open to the church once more as it swings open for Effy McAvoy and Ahren Fournier, both of them making their way inside.)
Ahren Fournier: FOR IT IS US! GOAT 1 AND GOAT 2! LE AURA IS OVERWHELMING!
Effy McAvoy: Agreed!
Sister Annabelle: May you please quiet down? This is a place of God.
Ahren Fournier: The only God I worship every day is MYSELF in the MIRROR! Whoever’s up there in Heaven right now is just a lil bih compared to me. Got it?!
Sister Annabelle: Please, no cursing.
Michael Machina: This is going to be a long day…
Ahren Fournier: Anyway, since my little dove is going to be the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion, I figured that it would be in our best interest to show up to this dirty, ugly, filthy gathering full of grimey, disgusting people and get a closer look at the competition. Thou believes it’s only customary to do so ahead of Le Chamber.
Effy McAvoy: Your confidence gives me confidence, GOAT. I know that I can be a Champion. Yes, it’s been a struggle, but it has all led up to this point, and I’m going to show Tyrone Montgomery why he had a reason to put me in this match. I WILL NOT FAIL!
Ahren Fournier: YOU WILL NOT FAIL! That’s right! Hear her wisdom!
(Before Ahren and Effy can continue with their speech, with the other people in the Church already looking visibly over it, another participant in the Chamber is seen making their way into the scene.)
Kirk Redwood: I’m glad to see everyone who thinks fondly of me is here.
Limmy Monaghan: You extremely overestimated your value to this match.
Kirk Redwood: And I’m glad to see you’re here as well.
Michael Machina: What a surprise, they’re getting into it already. Why do I even bother?
Sister Annabelle: We have generated quite the crowd here. Please, we’re still waiting for one more person-
Ahren Fournier: Sorry, “Sister,” we really don’t care.
Kirk Redwood: I don’t even know why I’m here in the first place. I’ve got one goal and one goal only, and that’s making sure that I walk out of the end of the year with the World Heavyweight Championship.
(Kirk turns over and glares at Machina, who continues to have a grin on his face while he crosses his arms.)
Michael Machina: Go ahead, get your words in. I’m sure everyone has something to say to me.
???: Well, there’s certainly a crowd here. I apologize for my tardiness.
(Finally, the last person from the Chamber is seen, as Rex McAllister makes his way into the scene. Unlike everyone else, he makes himself comfortable, taking a seat at one of the far pews as he examines the scene happening closer to the front.)
Rex McAllister: What a nice Church Drake has. What a shame that I can’t tell him personally.
Sister Annabelle: Again, Drake apologizes for not being able to show up tonight. But he hopes that the Church serves as a good backdrop for the conversation, out of good faith, of course.
Limmy Monaghan: Yeah, sure.
Sister Annabelle: But if you don’t mind, I have a lot to ask you all now that you’re here. I’ve had plenty of talks with Drake since he made his intentions of winning the World Heavyweight Championship known. He wants to save Friday Night Dynasty by conquering the Extreme Elimination Chamber, but what makes any of you believe that you’re capable of living up to his words yourselves?
Michael Machina: Absolutely ridiculous, do you want to know why? Because I already beat Drake King. In fact, I beat him and another person in this Chamber match, and that’s what started me on this path in the first place. If Drake was even capable in the first place of “saving” this brand, then he would’ve beaten me, and maybe he would be in my position right now. But he’s not, and that’s something that he’s going to have to live with.
(Limmy rolls his eyes, knowing that Machina just took a shot at him, but regardless, he keeps his silence and lets them have their certainly productive conversation.)
Sister Annabelle: An unfortunate bump in the road indeed, and I believe that it would’ve fast-tracked him to the reality that he wished for Dynasty. But he knows just as well as anyone else that it isn’t that linear. He has experienced plenty of struggles throughout his lengthy career. When it comes down to it, this is to be expected. But the common agreement is that none of it ever seemed to stop him.
Ahren Fournier: Yeah, and I took a shit before I got here, and it didn’t affect my GOAT career. WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT?!
Kirk Redwood: The point is that Drake’s got weight and your girl’s don’t.
Ahren Fournier: GASP! How DARE you say such a thing!
(Effy covers Ahren’s ears as he looks very offended, and she begins to respond to him.)
Effy McAvoy: I know, and you’re definitely not the first person to try and tell me this. But you don’t hold much ground either, and this is what I’ve been trying to tell you since both of us were announced into this match. All you have to your name is a single Unified Tag Team Championship reign, and you think that because of that, you can fast-track toward the World Heavyweight Championship. Do you honestly want to be throwing those stones right now? I know what I am; the question is, do you? Because by the looks of things, it seems like you need to focus on yourself more than you need to focus on me.
Sister Annabelle: I think the two of you are the weakest opponents in this match. This is not coming from malice; this is merely coming from observation, simply by how you try and tear each other down.
Rex McAllister: I’m sorry, but was your point in bringing us all here to try and chastise us? Because if that’s the case, then we really could’ve conducted this anywhere else.
Sister Annabelle: I fail to understand your problem here, Rex? This is a place of conversation. Is it because you take some of what I said close to heart?
Rex McAllister: Hm?
Sister Annabelle: You know how Drake King feels about you; you’re just Rex McAllister. You’re the same person that you’ve always been, and even though that is better than most people can say for themselves… maybe even some people in this room, it’s not enough to stop him.
Rex McAllister: I expected as much. It’s nothing out of the ordinary to hear from someone as delusional as Drake King; he just got someone else to say it for him because everyone knows that his word means little in terms of validity. Let me get something out of the way first: Drake King is a very talented competitor. I believe that he’s earned his Hall of Fame stature. But at the same time, while he’s been handed the short end of the stick this season, accompanied by several excuses to cushion the fall, I’d like to think I’m doing well for myself considering that I’m a Champion in this company and am a multiple-time World Champion in the first place. If we’re talking about stature, then I’ll certainly level with you, Sister.
Sister Annabelle: Just merely observing…
Michael Machina: Would damn sure mean a lot more if it came from Drake King’s mouth…
Sister Annabelle: You believe his physical presence would lend weight to the truth? That is the logic of a man who values the performance of a Champion over the burden of one. Drake is not here because he is busy doing what none of you, save for perhaps Mr. McAllister, seem to comprehend: preparing. He is not concerned with this… gathering. He is concerned with the absolution that awaits inside the Chamber.
(Before Annabelle can continue speaking, a small chuckle is heard. She turns her head to see Limmy shaking his head.)
Limmy Monaghan: You speak for a man so consumed by his own past that he sends a nun to preach his gospel of delusion. You see my focus as a flaw, yet I see it as the very thing that separates my status as The Ace from the rest of you. You see, the difference between men such as Drake King and men such as myself is that he is haunted by his failures. I learn from mine. He seeks absolution in a gathering like this, yet I seek victory inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber.
Kirk Redwood: Ridiculous.
Limmy Monaghan: Repeat that?
Kirk Redwood: I said this is ridiculous.
(Limmy shifts his body as Kirk walks up to him, getting into his face as he glares at him.)
Kirk Redwood: You want to talk about standards, Limmy? Let’s talk about your standard. All you’ve learned is how to let your ego run wild, never about your failures. You’re so wrapped up in your own bullshit, you can’t see the man right in front of you who’s about to snuff you out where you stand. You and your big goals, you want to know what my goal is? It’s not some fairytale about rewiring a damn thing. I’m not here for absolution; what I’m here for is redemption. I’m here to prove something to myself and to my family, and it’s something you wouldn’t know a damn thing about. And you… You’re just in the way of that.
(Kirk and Limmy seem close to going at it, but as they do, a loud noise is heard.)
Ahren Fournier: AHEM! My LORD! Will you two stop?! All this huffing and puffing is about to blow my house down, I’M DONE WITH IT!
Effy McAvoy: It seems to me what you two are looking for is an excuse. Kirk, you talk down to everyone in this room, especially me, but what have you done? Limmy… at least he’s been a World Champion. You… you’re still fighting for the same spot I am, even though you’ve been here so much longer. You need me to be bad, you need me to be a joke because you see me as competition, and you’re afraid. That’s why people like you tear others down; you’re afraid of being left behind. You’re not looking to be World Champion… you’re just trying to prove you still belong. The difference between you and me is that I know I belong.
Ahren Fournier: THAT’S RIGHT, MY DOVE! PREACH!
Effy McAvoy: All of you are so focused on your pasts… your failures… your redemption. I am focused on my future. I am focused on this opportunity. And with my GOAT by my side, I have all the confidence I need. I WILL NOT FAIL!
Ahren Fournier: YOU HEAR THAT?! SHE WILL NOT FAIL! Now, if you dusty, grimey, angry men are done yelling in this perfectly flammable building, we shall take our leave. We have seen all we need to see… a Champion who’s a “tArGet,” and a bunch of failures fighting over who gets to lose to him first… before they lose to HER! SHARP 180 DEGREE TURN!
(Ahren quickly turns and begins to walk out of the Church as Effy follows, and nobody seems to be eager to stop them at all. Machina breaks the silence with a slow clap. He pushes himself off the pew he was leaning against as he once again brings attention to the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.)
Michael Machina: Well. That was… something.
(Machina chuckles as he shakes his head.)
Michael Machina: You all seem to forget who the hell I am. I’m still the motherfucker with the seismic chip on his shoulder, and I’ll make sure all of you hear that so it gets into your goddamn heads. I’m the man who beat Drake King and you, Limmy, just to get on this path. I am the real fuckin’ deal, and I’m not underwhelmed by this… I expect it. I expect every single one of you to put up the effort necessary, because I am the target. I am the mountain. Road to Redemption is where I became a superstar. This year, it’s just where I prove, once again, that nobody in this company or in this industry can do what I can do.
Rex McAllister: And that’s something that I respect, that’s something that I can admire. But now that I’m in this position, I’m not going to let it slip away. I understand how much this means to all of you, but I want all of you to understand how much this means to me as well, because much of this can be mistaken. A lot of people think that I wanted to stay in my lane, that I wanted to continue doing what I was doing with my wife and nothing more, because for a time, that’s what it was, no problem in believing that. But I’m sure a lot of people can think that I was “forced” into this because Raven is competing for the Universal Women’s Championship, but that’s not the case. I want this just as much as all of you, if not more, and all respect to Michael Machina here, but none of what he says or what any of you say is going to change that.
(Machina glances over at Rex, before shrugging his shoulders.)
Michael Machina: See? At least he has some grounds for his words. At least he has some gold around his waist to show for it. But even he knows that this… this is the only thing that matters.
(Machina pats his title over his shoulder as he looks at Rex with a prideful look. After some time, he then turns over to look at Sister Annabelle, scoffing before beginning to walk toward the exit.)
Michael Machina: This was a waste of time. Sister, tell Drake I said… thanks for nothing.
(Machina’s hand is on the great wooden door of the Church, ready to leave, and just as he’s about to push the door open… a new voice begins to echo through the room.)
???: That is the first true thing you have said all day, Michael.
(Machina freezes as he slowly turns around, with everyone beginning to turn their attention toward there. Sister Annabelle bows her head, a look of relief on her face as she sees Drake King standing in the main aisle, hands clasped behind his back. It looked as though he wasn’t just arriving, but rather that he’s been listening for some time.)
Drake King: This was a waste of time. Your time, not mine. Thank you for speaking on my behalf, Sister, but I must correct you on one thing. You gave these men… far more credit than they deserved.
(Drake turned his attention toward Machina, who is now leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, as if his interest has been piqued.)
Drake King: All of you stand here in my Church, invited out of my good faith, and you bicker. You all think this is about a Championship, you are wrong. I am not here to win a title; I am here to save this brand. I have a purpose. You… you are all just noise. You are the sickness I must cure. Sister Annabelle was wrong to host this “conversation.” She was wrong to imply you are all talented enough to be obstacles, because that is not the case. You are not obstacles, you are not pests. You are not a target for me, Machina; you are a task. This Chamber is not a match; it’s an exorcism. I am not a consolation prize, and I am certainly not a stepping stone. I am your Messiah, I am God. And all of you are standing firmly beneath me.
(There is an air of annoyance as Drake speaks; he pauses, letting the weight of his words settle in before exhaling.)
Drake King: Now… I have given you more of my attention than you deserve. This gathering is over. Get out of my house.
(Drake turns his back on all of them, walking calmly toward the altar, leaving the remaining four Elitists standing amidst the pews. Machina glares, letting out a grunt as he shoves the church door open, finally leaving. Kirk stares, his face red with fury, before he storms out a moment later. Limmy simply straightens the jacket that he has on, giving Drake one last glare, before he exits. Rex McAllister is the last to move, yet he does so in a more polite way. He stands up, giving Sister Annabelle a small, polite nod before walking out, leaving Drake and the Sister alone in the Church once more. As the silence begins to creep in, it’s the last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
[SCREENBAR: EARLIER IN THE DAY]
(It was a regular day in the Church, Sister Annabelle was making preparations as she seemed to be the only one in there at the moment. That was probably not the case for long. As the door would open, and someone would be seen making their way inside.)
Michael Machina: Certainly not the place I would’ve chosen, but regardless… I’m here.
(Annabelle looks up, as her face lights up seeing one of her guests enter the Church. She stands up from where she is and makes her way down the walkway toward him.)
Sister Annabelle: Welcome.
Michael Machina: I’m not here for you. Where’s Drake King?
(Annabelle bows her head, thinking to herself for a moment before responding.)
Sister Annabelle: Drake is busy at the moment. He’s preparing for his match against Jake Smith and TLA this weekend, but he deeply apologizes for not being able to make it to this meeting.
(Machina chuckles at this, as he adjusts his World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder.)
Michael Machina: I’m so sure.
(Before they can get into any further conversations, though, someone else begins to make their way inside. Machina turns around to the sound of the footsteps as he tilts his head.)
Limmy Monaghan: I figured this meeting was inevitable, Machina. I think I’ve made it pretty clear where my goals align this season.
Michael Machina: Everyone has, that’s what makes me one hell of a target. Tell me, are you going to come after this title, or are you going to be too busy butting heads with the other participants in this match?
Limmy Monaghan: I made that mistake last year, and it cost me. You reaped the benefits of such a mistake. Now, you won’t have that luxury.
Michael Machina: I won’t need that luxury-
???: SIGNAL THE FANFARE!!!
(The door kicks open to the church once more as it swings open for Effy McAvoy and Ahren Fournier, both of them making their way inside.)
Ahren Fournier: FOR IT IS US! GOAT 1 AND GOAT 2! LE AURA IS OVERWHELMING!
Effy McAvoy: Agreed!
Sister Annabelle: May you please quiet down? This is a place of God.
Ahren Fournier: The only God I worship every day is MYSELF in the MIRROR! Whoever’s up there in Heaven right now is just a lil bih compared to me. Got it?!
Sister Annabelle: Please, no cursing.
Michael Machina: This is going to be a long day…
Ahren Fournier: Anyway, since my little dove is going to be the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion, I figured that it would be in our best interest to show up to this dirty, ugly, filthy gathering full of grimey, disgusting people and get a closer look at the competition. Thou believes it’s only customary to do so ahead of Le Chamber.
Effy McAvoy: Your confidence gives me confidence, GOAT. I know that I can be a Champion. Yes, it’s been a struggle, but it has all led up to this point, and I’m going to show Tyrone Montgomery why he had a reason to put me in this match. I WILL NOT FAIL!
Ahren Fournier: YOU WILL NOT FAIL! That’s right! Hear her wisdom!
(Before Ahren and Effy can continue with their speech, with the other people in the Church already looking visibly over it, another participant in the Chamber is seen making their way into the scene.)
Kirk Redwood: I’m glad to see everyone who thinks fondly of me is here.
Limmy Monaghan: You extremely overestimated your value to this match.
Kirk Redwood: And I’m glad to see you’re here as well.
Michael Machina: What a surprise, they’re getting into it already. Why do I even bother?
Sister Annabelle: We have generated quite the crowd here. Please, we’re still waiting for one more person-
Ahren Fournier: Sorry, “Sister,” we really don’t care.
Kirk Redwood: I don’t even know why I’m here in the first place. I’ve got one goal and one goal only, and that’s making sure that I walk out of the end of the year with the World Heavyweight Championship.
(Kirk turns over and glares at Machina, who continues to have a grin on his face while he crosses his arms.)
Michael Machina: Go ahead, get your words in. I’m sure everyone has something to say to me.
???: Well, there’s certainly a crowd here. I apologize for my tardiness.
(Finally, the last person from the Chamber is seen, as Rex McAllister makes his way into the scene. Unlike everyone else, he makes himself comfortable, taking a seat at one of the far pews as he examines the scene happening closer to the front.)
Rex McAllister: What a nice Church Drake has. What a shame that I can’t tell him personally.
Sister Annabelle: Again, Drake apologizes for not being able to show up tonight. But he hopes that the Church serves as a good backdrop for the conversation, out of good faith, of course.
Limmy Monaghan: Yeah, sure.
Sister Annabelle: But if you don’t mind, I have a lot to ask you all now that you’re here. I’ve had plenty of talks with Drake since he made his intentions of winning the World Heavyweight Championship known. He wants to save Friday Night Dynasty by conquering the Extreme Elimination Chamber, but what makes any of you believe that you’re capable of living up to his words yourselves?
Michael Machina: Absolutely ridiculous, do you want to know why? Because I already beat Drake King. In fact, I beat him and another person in this Chamber match, and that’s what started me on this path in the first place. If Drake was even capable in the first place of “saving” this brand, then he would’ve beaten me, and maybe he would be in my position right now. But he’s not, and that’s something that he’s going to have to live with.
(Limmy rolls his eyes, knowing that Machina just took a shot at him, but regardless, he keeps his silence and lets them have their certainly productive conversation.)
Sister Annabelle: An unfortunate bump in the road indeed, and I believe that it would’ve fast-tracked him to the reality that he wished for Dynasty. But he knows just as well as anyone else that it isn’t that linear. He has experienced plenty of struggles throughout his lengthy career. When it comes down to it, this is to be expected. But the common agreement is that none of it ever seemed to stop him.
Ahren Fournier: Yeah, and I took a shit before I got here, and it didn’t affect my GOAT career. WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT?!
Kirk Redwood: The point is that Drake’s got weight and your girl’s don’t.
Ahren Fournier: GASP! How DARE you say such a thing!
(Effy covers Ahren’s ears as he looks very offended, and she begins to respond to him.)
Effy McAvoy: I know, and you’re definitely not the first person to try and tell me this. But you don’t hold much ground either, and this is what I’ve been trying to tell you since both of us were announced into this match. All you have to your name is a single Unified Tag Team Championship reign, and you think that because of that, you can fast-track toward the World Heavyweight Championship. Do you honestly want to be throwing those stones right now? I know what I am; the question is, do you? Because by the looks of things, it seems like you need to focus on yourself more than you need to focus on me.
Sister Annabelle: I think the two of you are the weakest opponents in this match. This is not coming from malice; this is merely coming from observation, simply by how you try and tear each other down.
Rex McAllister: I’m sorry, but was your point in bringing us all here to try and chastise us? Because if that’s the case, then we really could’ve conducted this anywhere else.
Sister Annabelle: I fail to understand your problem here, Rex? This is a place of conversation. Is it because you take some of what I said close to heart?
Rex McAllister: Hm?
Sister Annabelle: You know how Drake King feels about you; you’re just Rex McAllister. You’re the same person that you’ve always been, and even though that is better than most people can say for themselves… maybe even some people in this room, it’s not enough to stop him.
Rex McAllister: I expected as much. It’s nothing out of the ordinary to hear from someone as delusional as Drake King; he just got someone else to say it for him because everyone knows that his word means little in terms of validity. Let me get something out of the way first: Drake King is a very talented competitor. I believe that he’s earned his Hall of Fame stature. But at the same time, while he’s been handed the short end of the stick this season, accompanied by several excuses to cushion the fall, I’d like to think I’m doing well for myself considering that I’m a Champion in this company and am a multiple-time World Champion in the first place. If we’re talking about stature, then I’ll certainly level with you, Sister.
Sister Annabelle: Just merely observing…
Michael Machina: Would damn sure mean a lot more if it came from Drake King’s mouth…
Sister Annabelle: You believe his physical presence would lend weight to the truth? That is the logic of a man who values the performance of a Champion over the burden of one. Drake is not here because he is busy doing what none of you, save for perhaps Mr. McAllister, seem to comprehend: preparing. He is not concerned with this… gathering. He is concerned with the absolution that awaits inside the Chamber.
(Before Annabelle can continue speaking, a small chuckle is heard. She turns her head to see Limmy shaking his head.)
Limmy Monaghan: You speak for a man so consumed by his own past that he sends a nun to preach his gospel of delusion. You see my focus as a flaw, yet I see it as the very thing that separates my status as The Ace from the rest of you. You see, the difference between men such as Drake King and men such as myself is that he is haunted by his failures. I learn from mine. He seeks absolution in a gathering like this, yet I seek victory inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber.
Kirk Redwood: Ridiculous.
Limmy Monaghan: Repeat that?
Kirk Redwood: I said this is ridiculous.
(Limmy shifts his body as Kirk walks up to him, getting into his face as he glares at him.)
Kirk Redwood: You want to talk about standards, Limmy? Let’s talk about your standard. All you’ve learned is how to let your ego run wild, never about your failures. You’re so wrapped up in your own bullshit, you can’t see the man right in front of you who’s about to snuff you out where you stand. You and your big goals, you want to know what my goal is? It’s not some fairytale about rewiring a damn thing. I’m not here for absolution; what I’m here for is redemption. I’m here to prove something to myself and to my family, and it’s something you wouldn’t know a damn thing about. And you… You’re just in the way of that.
(Kirk and Limmy seem close to going at it, but as they do, a loud noise is heard.)
Ahren Fournier: AHEM! My LORD! Will you two stop?! All this huffing and puffing is about to blow my house down, I’M DONE WITH IT!
Effy McAvoy: It seems to me what you two are looking for is an excuse. Kirk, you talk down to everyone in this room, especially me, but what have you done? Limmy… at least he’s been a World Champion. You… you’re still fighting for the same spot I am, even though you’ve been here so much longer. You need me to be bad, you need me to be a joke because you see me as competition, and you’re afraid. That’s why people like you tear others down; you’re afraid of being left behind. You’re not looking to be World Champion… you’re just trying to prove you still belong. The difference between you and me is that I know I belong.
Ahren Fournier: THAT’S RIGHT, MY DOVE! PREACH!
Effy McAvoy: All of you are so focused on your pasts… your failures… your redemption. I am focused on my future. I am focused on this opportunity. And with my GOAT by my side, I have all the confidence I need. I WILL NOT FAIL!
Ahren Fournier: YOU HEAR THAT?! SHE WILL NOT FAIL! Now, if you dusty, grimey, angry men are done yelling in this perfectly flammable building, we shall take our leave. We have seen all we need to see… a Champion who’s a “tArGet,” and a bunch of failures fighting over who gets to lose to him first… before they lose to HER! SHARP 180 DEGREE TURN!
(Ahren quickly turns and begins to walk out of the Church as Effy follows, and nobody seems to be eager to stop them at all. Machina breaks the silence with a slow clap. He pushes himself off the pew he was leaning against as he once again brings attention to the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.)
Michael Machina: Well. That was… something.
(Machina chuckles as he shakes his head.)
Michael Machina: You all seem to forget who the hell I am. I’m still the motherfucker with the seismic chip on his shoulder, and I’ll make sure all of you hear that so it gets into your goddamn heads. I’m the man who beat Drake King and you, Limmy, just to get on this path. I am the real fuckin’ deal, and I’m not underwhelmed by this… I expect it. I expect every single one of you to put up the effort necessary, because I am the target. I am the mountain. Road to Redemption is where I became a superstar. This year, it’s just where I prove, once again, that nobody in this company or in this industry can do what I can do.
Rex McAllister: And that’s something that I respect, that’s something that I can admire. But now that I’m in this position, I’m not going to let it slip away. I understand how much this means to all of you, but I want all of you to understand how much this means to me as well, because much of this can be mistaken. A lot of people think that I wanted to stay in my lane, that I wanted to continue doing what I was doing with my wife and nothing more, because for a time, that’s what it was, no problem in believing that. But I’m sure a lot of people can think that I was “forced” into this because Raven is competing for the Universal Women’s Championship, but that’s not the case. I want this just as much as all of you, if not more, and all respect to Michael Machina here, but none of what he says or what any of you say is going to change that.
(Machina glances over at Rex, before shrugging his shoulders.)
Michael Machina: See? At least he has some grounds for his words. At least he has some gold around his waist to show for it. But even he knows that this… this is the only thing that matters.
(Machina pats his title over his shoulder as he looks at Rex with a prideful look. After some time, he then turns over to look at Sister Annabelle, scoffing before beginning to walk toward the exit.)
Michael Machina: This was a waste of time. Sister, tell Drake I said… thanks for nothing.
(Machina’s hand is on the great wooden door of the Church, ready to leave, and just as he’s about to push the door open… a new voice begins to echo through the room.)
???: That is the first true thing you have said all day, Michael.
(Machina freezes as he slowly turns around, with everyone beginning to turn their attention toward there. Sister Annabelle bows her head, a look of relief on her face as she sees Drake King standing in the main aisle, hands clasped behind his back. It looked as though he wasn’t just arriving, but rather that he’s been listening for some time.)
Drake King: This was a waste of time. Your time, not mine. Thank you for speaking on my behalf, Sister, but I must correct you on one thing. You gave these men… far more credit than they deserved.
(Drake turned his attention toward Machina, who is now leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, as if his interest has been piqued.)
Drake King: All of you stand here in my Church, invited out of my good faith, and you bicker. You all think this is about a Championship, you are wrong. I am not here to win a title; I am here to save this brand. I have a purpose. You… you are all just noise. You are the sickness I must cure. Sister Annabelle was wrong to host this “conversation.” She was wrong to imply you are all talented enough to be obstacles, because that is not the case. You are not obstacles, you are not pests. You are not a target for me, Machina; you are a task. This Chamber is not a match; it’s an exorcism. I am not a consolation prize, and I am certainly not a stepping stone. I am your Messiah, I am God. And all of you are standing firmly beneath me.
(There is an air of annoyance as Drake speaks; he pauses, letting the weight of his words settle in before exhaling.)
Drake King: Now… I have given you more of my attention than you deserve. This gathering is over. Get out of my house.
(Drake turns his back on all of them, walking calmly toward the altar, leaving the remaining four Elitists standing amidst the pews. Machina glares, letting out a grunt as he shoves the church door open, finally leaving. Kirk stares, his face red with fury, before he storms out a moment later. Limmy simply straightens the jacket that he has on, giving Drake one last glare, before he exits. Rex McAllister is the last to move, yet he does so in a more polite way. He stands up, giving Sister Annabelle a small, polite nod before walking out, leaving Drake and the Sister alone in the Church once more. As the silence begins to creep in, it’s the last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
[SCREENBAR: EARLIER IN THE DAY]
(It was a regular day in the Church, Sister Annabelle was making preparations as she seemed to be the only one in there at the moment. That was probably not the case for long. As the door would open, and someone would be seen making their way inside.)
Michael Machina: Certainly not the place I would’ve chosen, but regardless… I’m here.
(Annabelle looks up, as her face lights up seeing one of her guests enter the Church. She stands up from where she is and makes her way down the walkway toward him.)
Sister Annabelle: Welcome.
Michael Machina: I’m not here for you. Where’s Drake King?
(Annabelle bows her head, thinking to herself for a moment before responding.)
Sister Annabelle: Drake is busy at the moment. He’s preparing for his match against Jake Smith and TLA this weekend, but he deeply apologizes for not being able to make it to this meeting.
(Machina chuckles at this, as he adjusts his World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder.)
Michael Machina: I’m so sure.
(Before they can get into any further conversations, though, someone else begins to make their way inside. Machina turns around to the sound of the footsteps as he tilts his head.)
Limmy Monaghan: I figured this meeting was inevitable, Machina. I think I’ve made it pretty clear where my goals align this season.
Michael Machina: Everyone has, that’s what makes me one hell of a target. Tell me, are you going to come after this title, or are you going to be too busy butting heads with the other participants in this match?
Limmy Monaghan: I made that mistake last year, and it cost me. You reaped the benefits of such a mistake. Now, you won’t have that luxury.
Michael Machina: I won’t need that luxury-
???: SIGNAL THE FANFARE!!!
(The door kicks open to the church once more as it swings open for Effy McAvoy and Ahren Fournier, both of them making their way inside.)
Ahren Fournier: FOR IT IS US! GOAT 1 AND GOAT 2! LE AURA IS OVERWHELMING!
Effy McAvoy: Agreed!
Sister Annabelle: May you please quiet down? This is a place of God.
Ahren Fournier: The only God I worship every day is MYSELF in the MIRROR! Whoever’s up there in Heaven right now is just a lil bih compared to me. Got it?!
Sister Annabelle: Please, no cursing.
Michael Machina: This is going to be a long day…
Ahren Fournier: Anyway, since my little dove is going to be the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion, I figured that it would be in our best interest to show up to this dirty, ugly, filthy gathering full of grimey, disgusting people and get a closer look at the competition. Thou believes it’s only customary to do so ahead of Le Chamber.
Effy McAvoy: Your confidence gives me confidence, GOAT. I know that I can be a Champion. Yes, it’s been a struggle, but it has all led up to this point, and I’m going to show Tyrone Montgomery why he had a reason to put me in this match. I WILL NOT FAIL!
Ahren Fournier: YOU WILL NOT FAIL! That’s right! Hear her wisdom!
(Before Ahren and Effy can continue with their speech, with the other people in the Church already looking visibly over it, another participant in the Chamber is seen making their way into the scene.)
Kirk Redwood: I’m glad to see everyone who thinks fondly of me is here.
Limmy Monaghan: You extremely overestimated your value to this match.
Kirk Redwood: And I’m glad to see you’re here as well.
Michael Machina: What a surprise, they’re getting into it already. Why do I even bother?
Sister Annabelle: We have generated quite the crowd here. Please, we’re still waiting for one more person-
Ahren Fournier: Sorry, “Sister,” we really don’t care.
Kirk Redwood: I don’t even know why I’m here in the first place. I’ve got one goal and one goal only, and that’s making sure that I walk out of the end of the year with the World Heavyweight Championship.
(Kirk turns over and glares at Machina, who continues to have a grin on his face while he crosses his arms.)
Michael Machina: Go ahead, get your words in. I’m sure everyone has something to say to me.
???: Well, there’s certainly a crowd here. I apologize for my tardiness.
(Finally, the last person from the Chamber is seen, as Rex McAllister makes his way into the scene. Unlike everyone else, he makes himself comfortable, taking a seat at one of the far pews as he examines the scene happening closer to the front.)
Rex McAllister: What a nice Church Drake has. What a shame that I can’t tell him personally.
Sister Annabelle: Again, Drake apologizes for not being able to show up tonight. But he hopes that the Church serves as a good backdrop for the conversation, out of good faith, of course.
Limmy Monaghan: Yeah, sure.
Sister Annabelle: But if you don’t mind, I have a lot to ask you all now that you’re here. I’ve had plenty of talks with Drake since he made his intentions of winning the World Heavyweight Championship known. He wants to save Friday Night Dynasty by conquering the Extreme Elimination Chamber, but what makes any of you believe that you’re capable of living up to his words yourselves?
Michael Machina: Absolutely ridiculous, do you want to know why? Because I already beat Drake King. In fact, I beat him and another person in this Chamber match, and that’s what started me on this path in the first place. If Drake was even capable in the first place of “saving” this brand, then he would’ve beaten me, and maybe he would be in my position right now. But he’s not, and that’s something that he’s going to have to live with.
(Limmy rolls his eyes, knowing that Machina just took a shot at him, but regardless, he keeps his silence and lets them have their certainly productive conversation.)
Sister Annabelle: An unfortunate bump in the road indeed, and I believe that it would’ve fast-tracked him to the reality that he wished for Dynasty. But he knows just as well as anyone else that it isn’t that linear. He has experienced plenty of struggles throughout his lengthy career. When it comes down to it, this is to be expected. But the common agreement is that none of it ever seemed to stop him.
Ahren Fournier: Yeah, and I took a shit before I got here, and it didn’t affect my GOAT career. WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT?!
Kirk Redwood: The point is that Drake’s got weight and your girl’s don’t.
Ahren Fournier: GASP! How DARE you say such a thing!
(Effy covers Ahren’s ears as he looks very offended, and she begins to respond to him.)
Effy McAvoy: I know, and you’re definitely not the first person to try and tell me this. But you don’t hold much ground either, and this is what I’ve been trying to tell you since both of us were announced into this match. All you have to your name is a single Unified Tag Team Championship reign, and you think that because of that, you can fast-track toward the World Heavyweight Championship. Do you honestly want to be throwing those stones right now? I know what I am; the question is, do you? Because by the looks of things, it seems like you need to focus on yourself more than you need to focus on me.
Sister Annabelle: I think the two of you are the weakest opponents in this match. This is not coming from malice; this is merely coming from observation, simply by how you try and tear each other down.
Rex McAllister: I’m sorry, but was your point in bringing us all here to try and chastise us? Because if that’s the case, then we really could’ve conducted this anywhere else.
Sister Annabelle: I fail to understand your problem here, Rex? This is a place of conversation. Is it because you take some of what I said close to heart?
Rex McAllister: Hm?
Sister Annabelle: You know how Drake King feels about you; you’re just Rex McAllister. You’re the same person that you’ve always been, and even though that is better than most people can say for themselves… maybe even some people in this room, it’s not enough to stop him.
Rex McAllister: I expected as much. It’s nothing out of the ordinary to hear from someone as delusional as Drake King; he just got someone else to say it for him because everyone knows that his word means little in terms of validity. Let me get something out of the way first: Drake King is a very talented competitor. I believe that he’s earned his Hall of Fame stature. But at the same time, while he’s been handed the short end of the stick this season, accompanied by several excuses to cushion the fall, I’d like to think I’m doing well for myself considering that I’m a Champion in this company and am a multiple-time World Champion in the first place. If we’re talking about stature, then I’ll certainly level with you, Sister.
Sister Annabelle: Just merely observing…
Michael Machina: Would damn sure mean a lot more if it came from Drake King’s mouth…
Sister Annabelle: You believe his physical presence would lend weight to the truth? That is the logic of a man who values the performance of a Champion over the burden of one. Drake is not here because he is busy doing what none of you, save for perhaps Mr. McAllister, seem to comprehend: preparing. He is not concerned with this… gathering. He is concerned with the absolution that awaits inside the Chamber.
(Before Annabelle can continue speaking, a small chuckle is heard. She turns her head to see Limmy shaking his head.)
Limmy Monaghan: You speak for a man so consumed by his own past that he sends a nun to preach his gospel of delusion. You see my focus as a flaw, yet I see it as the very thing that separates my status as The Ace from the rest of you. You see, the difference between men such as Drake King and men such as myself is that he is haunted by his failures. I learn from mine. He seeks absolution in a gathering like this, yet I seek victory inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber.
Kirk Redwood: Ridiculous.
Limmy Monaghan: Repeat that?
Kirk Redwood: I said this is ridiculous.
(Limmy shifts his body as Kirk walks up to him, getting into his face as he glares at him.)
Kirk Redwood: You want to talk about standards, Limmy? Let’s talk about your standard. All you’ve learned is how to let your ego run wild, never about your failures. You’re so wrapped up in your own bullshit, you can’t see the man right in front of you who’s about to snuff you out where you stand. You and your big goals, you want to know what my goal is? It’s not some fairytale about rewiring a damn thing. I’m not here for absolution; what I’m here for is redemption. I’m here to prove something to myself and to my family, and it’s something you wouldn’t know a damn thing about. And you… You’re just in the way of that.
(Kirk and Limmy seem close to going at it, but as they do, a loud noise is heard.)
Ahren Fournier: AHEM! My LORD! Will you two stop?! All this huffing and puffing is about to blow my house down, I’M DONE WITH IT!
Effy McAvoy: It seems to me what you two are looking for is an excuse. Kirk, you talk down to everyone in this room, especially me, but what have you done? Limmy… at least he’s been a World Champion. You… you’re still fighting for the same spot I am, even though you’ve been here so much longer. You need me to be bad, you need me to be a joke because you see me as competition, and you’re afraid. That’s why people like you tear others down; you’re afraid of being left behind. You’re not looking to be World Champion… you’re just trying to prove you still belong. The difference between you and me is that I know I belong.
Ahren Fournier: THAT’S RIGHT, MY DOVE! PREACH!
Effy McAvoy: All of you are so focused on your pasts… your failures… your redemption. I am focused on my future. I am focused on this opportunity. And with my GOAT by my side, I have all the confidence I need. I WILL NOT FAIL!
Ahren Fournier: YOU HEAR THAT?! SHE WILL NOT FAIL! Now, if you dusty, grimey, angry men are done yelling in this perfectly flammable building, we shall take our leave. We have seen all we need to see… a Champion who’s a “tArGet,” and a bunch of failures fighting over who gets to lose to him first… before they lose to HER! SHARP 180 DEGREE TURN!
(Ahren quickly turns and begins to walk out of the Church as Effy follows, and nobody seems to be eager to stop them at all. Machina breaks the silence with a slow clap. He pushes himself off the pew he was leaning against as he once again brings attention to the World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.)
Michael Machina: Well. That was… something.
(Machina chuckles as he shakes his head.)
Michael Machina: You all seem to forget who the hell I am. I’m still the motherfucker with the seismic chip on his shoulder, and I’ll make sure all of you hear that so it gets into your goddamn heads. I’m the man who beat Drake King and you, Limmy, just to get on this path. I am the real fuckin’ deal, and I’m not underwhelmed by this… I expect it. I expect every single one of you to put up the effort necessary, because I am the target. I am the mountain. Road to Redemption is where I became a superstar. This year, it’s just where I prove, once again, that nobody in this company or in this industry can do what I can do.
Rex McAllister: And that’s something that I respect, that’s something that I can admire. But now that I’m in this position, I’m not going to let it slip away. I understand how much this means to all of you, but I want all of you to understand how much this means to me as well, because much of this can be mistaken. A lot of people think that I wanted to stay in my lane, that I wanted to continue doing what I was doing with my wife and nothing more, because for a time, that’s what it was, no problem in believing that. But I’m sure a lot of people can think that I was “forced” into this because Raven is competing for the Universal Women’s Championship, but that’s not the case. I want this just as much as all of you, if not more, and all respect to Michael Machina here, but none of what he says or what any of you say is going to change that.
(Machina glances over at Rex, before shrugging his shoulders.)
Michael Machina: See? At least he has some grounds for his words. At least he has some gold around his waist to show for it. But even he knows that this… this is the only thing that matters.
(Machina pats his title over his shoulder as he looks at Rex with a prideful look. After some time, he then turns over to look at Sister Annabelle, scoffing before beginning to walk toward the exit.)
Michael Machina: This was a waste of time. Sister, tell Drake I said… thanks for nothing.
(Machina’s hand is on the great wooden door of the Church, ready to leave, and just as he’s about to push the door open… a new voice begins to echo through the room.)
???: That is the first true thing you have said all day, Michael.
(Machina freezes as he slowly turns around, with everyone beginning to turn their attention toward there. Sister Annabelle bows her head, a look of relief on her face as she sees Drake King standing in the main aisle, hands clasped behind his back. It looked as though he wasn’t just arriving, but rather that he’s been listening for some time.)
Drake King: This was a waste of time. Your time, not mine. Thank you for speaking on my behalf, Sister, but I must correct you on one thing. You gave these men… far more credit than they deserved.
(Drake turned his attention toward Machina, who is now leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, as if his interest has been piqued.)
Drake King: All of you stand here in my Church, invited out of my good faith, and you bicker. You all think this is about a Championship, you are wrong. I am not here to win a title; I am here to save this brand. I have a purpose. You… you are all just noise. You are the sickness I must cure. Sister Annabelle was wrong to host this “conversation.” She was wrong to imply you are all talented enough to be obstacles, because that is not the case. You are not obstacles, you are not pests. You are not a target for me, Machina; you are a task. This Chamber is not a match; it’s an exorcism. I am not a consolation prize, and I am certainly not a stepping stone. I am your Messiah, I am God. And all of you are standing firmly beneath me.
(There is an air of annoyance as Drake speaks; he pauses, letting the weight of his words settle in before exhaling.)
Drake King: Now… I have given you more of my attention than you deserve. This gathering is over. Get out of my house.
(Drake turns his back on all of them, walking calmly toward the altar, leaving the remaining four Elitists standing amidst the pews. Machina glares, letting out a grunt as he shoves the church door open, finally leaving. Kirk stares, his face red with fury, before he storms out a moment later. Limmy simply straightens the jacket that he has on, giving Drake one last glare, before he exits. Rex McAllister is the last to move, yet he does so in a more polite way. He stands up, giving Sister Annabelle a small, polite nod before walking out, leaving Drake and the Sister alone in the Church once more. As the silence begins to creep in, it’s the last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for The Last Stand.)
(‘Just a Phase’ by Incubus begins to play as the crowd gives a loud, standing ovation for Milli Banks. Milli comes out in a blue version with her ring gear, topped up with a slick black leather jacket. She has her bright red hair half way up in a ponytail.)
Stephie Love: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!!!!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!!!
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST…FROM BROOKLYN, NEW YORK…SHE IS ‘THE SUPERNOVA’…MILLI BANKS!!!!!
Stew-O: Last week on Dynasty, Milli Banks was announced as one of the names that will be participating in the Extreme Elimination Chamber for the Universal Women’s Championship. It’s to be determined on whether it will be Ms. Extreme or KASAI who will walk into the Extreme Elimination Chamber as the champion, but Milli looks ahead to Road to Redemption!
Flannery McCoy: Milli Banks is trying not to get ahead to herself. Since Pain for Pride, everyone could sense the shift in mood from the former World Champion, but if there is one thing that has not changed, she’s focused. She’s focused on getting her third championship. Could it be the Universal Women’s Championship once more?
Jake Mercer: Milli Banks can be that woman again. Pain for Pride may have left a nasty taste in her mouth, but she could look towards Road to Redemption to redeem herself. But, she said it herself, “you don’t rush peace,” so she shouldn’t get too ahead of herself or she’ll be facing reality once more. She’s got a tough opponent tonight with a chip on her shoulder, after all!
(‘cult leader’ by KiNG MALA begins to sound through the speakers as Mia Santoro comes out in a pink and gold version of her ring gear. The Specialists Championship is wrapped around her waist as Mia is hyping herself up.)
Stephie Love: AND…INTRODUCING HER OPPONENT…FROM KEY WEST, FLORIDA…SHE IS THE EAW SPECIALISTS CHAMPION… ‘THE OBSESSION…’ MIA SANTORO!!!!!!
Stew-O: Here is the Specialists Champion! Last week on Dynasty, she fell short in defeating Unified Tag Team Champion, Rex McAllister! But, this didn’t leave her discouraged for long! She believes that she’s better than Rex! That she knows that she can defeat him, but it was the powers outside of her control that caused her to lose!
Flannery McCoy: Mia Santoro was out wrestled last week! There’s no shame in losing to a Hall of Famer in Rex McAllister, but I know that does not look good as she heads to Road to Redemption, where she’ll be defending the Specialists Championship!
Jake Mercer: The referee, the cameramen, hell, even Stephie Love, were probably behind the reason why Mia Santoro lost last week! But, she’s going up against what some people would consider a “washed” version of Milli Banks this week! Not my words –
Stew-O: Milli Banks is anything, but washed, Jake! :wtf:
Jake Mercer: It’s just a ruse by Milli Banks! She’s planning to pull a fast one on Mia Santoro! I can only hope that Mia doesn’t fall for Milli and her dirty tricks!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(Mia Santoro gets near the face of Milli Banks. She shoves Milli’s face away from her, causing Milli’s head to tilt to the side. Milli forms a scowl on her face as Mia seems to be unaware that she fucked up there. Mia is talking her shit –)
Stew-O: MILLI BANKS DELIVERS A NASTY HEADBUTT TO MIA SANTORO!!!!!
Flannery McCoy: MIA SANTORO STAGGERS BACK AS MILLI BANKS UNLOADS A SERIES OF LEFT AND RIGHT PUNCHES TO THE CHAMPION! MIA BACKS TO THE CORNER AS MILLI CONTINUES TO UNLOAD ON PUNCHES! SHE COLLAPSES TO A SEATED POSITION ON THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE! MILLI GRABS MIA FROM UNDERNEATH HER CHIN BEFORE LEANING BACK AND STRIKING HER WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP TO THE CHEST! She grabs Mia by her wrist and whips her to the corner diagonally from her –
Jake Mercer: But Mia Santoro counters Milli Banks’ whip as she sends ‘The Supernova’ to the corner instead! Milli’s spine collides with the corner as Mia charges right after the former Universal Women’s Champion with a clothesline! BUT, MILLI LIFTS HERSELF UP AND DELIVERS A BOOT AS THAT STOPS MIA THERE! Mia stumbles to a knee as Milli grabs Mia by her arms and connects with an escalera wristlock arm drag as Mia is crashing down to her spine! Milli rolls forward to the legs of Mia and goes for a jackknife pin!
OOOOOONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTT–
Stew-O: Mia Santoro kicks out! Milli Banks grabs Mia with a fistfull of her hair! She gets the champion to her feet before connecting with some frantic kawada style knee strikes to Mia’s face! One sharp knee sends Mia back, but Milli front flips forward and nails a rolling wheel kick as that sends Mia to the horizontal ropes! Milli backs away a bit before running towards the Specialists Champion and connecting with a meteora to the face! The back of Mia’s head collides with the ropes! Milli grabs Mia by her legs and pulls her away from the ropes! She goes for another pin fall attempt!
OOOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTT–
Flannery McCoy: Mia Santoro with another kick out! Milli Banks grabs Mia by her leg before driving her elbow down to the leg! Mia cries out in response! Milli elevates the leg up once more before driving her elbow down to it once more! Milli grabs the same leg, BUT SHE TURNS MIA’S BODY, SO THAT SHE’S RESTING ON HER STOMACH! I THINK THAT MILLI IS LOOKING TO APPLY THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB ON THE CHAMPION! SHE COULD BE LOOKING TO MAKE QUICK WORK OUT OF THE CHAMPION!
Jake Mercer: We better not see a screwjob here! We all know how there’s forces on Dynasty who are out to get Mia Santoro, but the Specialists Champion has done everything she can to define the odds! Just like right now, Mia is eyeing the bottom rope as she’s looking to drag her body towards it! But, Milli is looking to pull the champion away! But, Mia is dragging her body to that bottom rope as she manages to get her hands on it!
Referee: (off-mic) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! LET GO OF HER LEG, MILLI!
Stew-O: Milli Banks releases her leg as Mia Santoro still has her hand on the bottom rope! She is demanding for the referee to keep Milli at a distance! Mia is trying to get herself a bit of space before resuming this match! She uses the ropes to help herself to her feet! She’s trying to shake some feeling back to leg! As soon as Mia gets to her feet, Milli goes back to her, but Mia connects with a back elbow as that causes Milli to stumble back! But, Milli goes right after Mia, but Mia connects with a superkick to Milli’s knee! Mia made sure to use her good leg for that superkick! Then, she follows that up with a roundhouse kick! ‘Two for the Road’ is what she likes to call that superkick/roundhouse combination there!
Flannery McCoy: MIA SANTORO PULLS MILLI BANKS IN A FRONT HEADLOCK BEFORE NAILING A SPIKE DDT ON THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION! MIA IS QUICK WITH THE COVER!
OOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTTTWWW–
Jake Mercer: That count seemed a bit slow on purpose! Are you sure that the referee is legit?
Stew-O: :wtf: We’re quite positive, Jake! The last thing that we need is a controversy with the referees! Mia Santoro does not seem happy with that count! She slams her hands together three times in quick successions! She’s telling the referee to count faster! Then, she looks down at Milli Banks before connecting with a series of right hands! She picks up ‘The Supernova’ and delivers a harsh knee to the gut! Then, Mia backs away to the horizontal ropes, rebounding off of them and connecting with a somersault neckbreaker as that takes Milli down!
Flannery McCoy: Mia Santoro gets Milli Banks up to her feet before underhooking her arms, getting into position behind the corner! Then, Mia connects with a butterfly suplex and throws Milli to the corner! Yikes! THAT LOOKED PAINFUL! MILLI FINDS HERSELF IN AN UPSIDE DOWN POSITION! MIA BEGINS TO BACK AWAY A BIT! HER EYES REMAIN LOCKED ON MILLI BEFORE SHE CHARGES AT HER WITH A CANNONBALL SENTON! BUT, MIA ROLLS HERSELF OUT OF THE RING! SHE GRABS THE LEGS OF MILLI BEFORE WRAPPING THEM AROUND THE RING POST! IT SEEMS LIKE MIA IS CONNECTING WITH A FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK AROUND THE RING POST!
Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro is making sure that she does what it takes to make sure that Milli Banks stays down! Could she get a submission victory here?
Referee: (off-mic) ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! LET GO, MIA!
Stew-O: Mia Santoro needs to be careful about not getting herself disqualified here! She releases her hold on Milli Banks! Milli backs away, holding her legs in pain! It seems obvious what Mia is looking to do here! She’s targeting the legs of the former Universal Women’s Champion in hopes that it will be enough to keep her down! Mia slides underneath the bottom rope and reaches for one of Milli’s legs! Mia yanks Milli back into position at the corner before she extends the leg and swings it against the ring post! Milli cries out in response!
Flannery McCoy: Milli Banks is clutching that leg as Mia Santoro seems to be feeling good about herself! She grabs Milli’s leg and pulls her out of the ring! Mia goes for a forearm, BUT MILLI MANAGES TO BLOCK THE FOREARM, NAILING A FOREARM OF HER OWN! SHE CONNECTS WITH ANOTHER FOREARM AND ANOTHER ONE AS THAT STAGGERS BACK MIA! BUT, MIA CONNECTS WITH A KNEE TO THE GUT OF MILLI! THEN, SHE GRABS MILLI BY HER ARM BEFORE WHIPPING HER TO THE STEEL STEPS! MILLI’S BODY GOES CRASHING TO THOSE STEEL STEPS! THEN, MIA CHARGES RIGHT AT MILLI AND CONNECTS WITH A METEORA! THE BACK OF MILLI’S HEAD COLLIDES WITH THE STEEL!
Jake Mercer: Mia Santoro grabs the steel steps and rips them apart from the steel ring post! It seems like she’s going to sandwich Milli Banks’ leg to those steel steps! This is not going to look good for Milli!
(Mia Santoro sandwiches the targetted leg of Milli Banks in between the ring post and steel steps. She takes a step back before kicking in the steel steps. Milli lets out a horrific cry that would disturb any one in the crowd.)
Stew-O: Mia Santoro just kicked Milli Banks’ leg in between those steel steps and ring post! Mia is displaying some of the mean streak that she’s always been known for! The referee steps in front of Mia and begins to check on Milli’s leg! He takes the leg out from that awful position as Milli is clutching it!
Flannery McCoy: Still, we see that Milli Banks is rising back to her feet! She is holding onto that leg gingerly as she grabs onto the skirt of the apron to get herself to her feet! Mia charges right after Milli and nails a basement dropkick to that leg as she takes her down once more! MIA JUMPS ONTO THE APRON AS SHE CONNECTS WITH A PENALTY KICK TO THE FACE OF THE FORMER WORLD CHAMPION! THIS TAKES MILLI TO HER BACK! MIA BEGINS TO STALK MILLI UP TO HER FEET BEFORE JUMPING OFF THE APRON AND CONNECTING WITH A ROLLING SENTON! MILLI IS TAKEN DOWN ONCE MORE!
Jake Mercer: This is Mia Santoro at her finest, Flann and Stew! That’s the Specialists Champion there! She gets Milli Banks and rolls her back inside the ring! THEN, SHE SLIDES BACK INTO THE RING! MIA FINDS HERSELF TO HER FEET AS SHE WAITS FOR MILLI TO RISE TO HER FEET JUST A BIT BEFORE CHARGING AT HER AND CONNECTING WITH A RUNNING SWINGING NECKBREAKER ON HER! MIA GOES FOR THE COVER! COULD THIS BE IT HERE?!?!
OOOOOOONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Stew-O: Milli Banks with a kick out! Mia Santoro does not look happy! She would have loved to pick up the victory over someone as huge as Milli there! Mia rolls Milli to her stomach before looking to apply the camel clutch on the former Universal Women’s Champion! At this moment, it seems like Mia is buying her time! She just wants to wear down Milli! We saw her targeting Milli’s leg at ringside, so it’s weird that she isn’t continuing that, but I like to think that Mia has something planned!
Flannery McCoy: Mia Santoro drives a knee to the center of Milli Banks’ spine! Then, Mia holds Milli’s arms back before applying a surfboard submission hold! She raises Milli up as Milli is shaking her head no!
Jake Mercer: I think that I may have seen Milli Banks tap out here?
Stew-O: I think that you need to lay off the Starbucks, Jake!
Jake Mercer: Instead of five shots, I asked for four on my gingerbread latte, Stew! I got an extra hour of sleep today, so I wanted to cut back! But, I could have sworn that I saw Milli tap out! And, people want to gaslight Mia about there not being a conspiracy? PUH-LEASE! 🙄
Flannery McCoy: Jake, you need to get even more sleep tonight! You’re beginning to see things that aren’t there! The referee is asking, but Milli Banks is shaking her head ‘no.’ Mia Santoro is demanding that Milli just give up!
Jake Mercer: The Specialists Champion is giving Milli Banks a way out! If Milli wants to be in good shape for the Extreme Elimination Chamber, she needs to think about her well being!
Stew-O: But, look at this, Jake! Milli Banks manages to slide one of her hands out of the grasp of Mia Santoro! You see a brief panic on Mia’s face! This causes Milli to slide her other hand! She is balancing up as her legs are still intertwined with Mia’s! BUT, MIA MANAGES TO ROLL HERSELF INTO A SEATED POSITION AS MILLI’S FACE EATS THE CANVAS! MIA LOOKS TO BE MORE FRUSTRATED THAN BEFORE! SHE GETS MILLI AND GETS HER IN A POWERBOMB POSITION!
Flannery McCoy: But, Milli Banks begins to punch each side of Mia Santoro! This causes Mia to release the hold on Milli! WITH SOME DISTANCE CREATED, MILLI RUSHES FORWARD WITH A FOREARM TO MIA! MIA DUCKS AS SHE RUNS TO THE ROPES, SPRINGBOARDING HERSELF BACK AND GOING FOR THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER – ‘WOLFSBANE!’
Jake Mercer: MILLI BANKS JUMPS AND CONNECTS WITH A DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER! SHE TAKES MIA SANTORO DOWN WITH THE DOUBLE KNEE BACKBREAKER! NOW, MILLI GETS MIA IN A BACK-TO-BACK POSITION WITH A GORY SPECIAL AS SHE SPINS THAT INTO A DDT! THE ‘NORTH STAR’ CONNECTS AS SHE GOES FOR THE PIN ON MIA! IS THIS GOING TO BE IT?!?!?! THIS CAN’T BE IT HERE?!?!
OOOOONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
TTTTHHHHRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(‘Just a Phase’ plays once more as Milli Banks rolls off Mia Santoro. The referee raises her hand in victory as Milli looks down on an unconscious Mia. Milli tries to shake some of the feeling back into her leg.)
Stephie Love: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH…MILLI BANKS!!!!!!
Stew-O: Milli Banks gets an impressive victory over the Specialists Champion, Mia Santoro! Mia was red-hot in this match up!
Flannery McCoy: Mia Santoro had a great strategy with targeting Milli Banks’ leg! I thought that she had Milli there, but it was Milli’s resiliency and intensity that allowed her to secure the victory here!
Jake Mercer: The referee counted two fast. I think that the referee was pro-Milli Banks before this match even began! Why does Dynasty keep doing this to our Specialists Champion?!?!
Stew-O: Milli Banks saw her opening and went for it as soon as she could! That’s exactly how you take down a very game Mia Santoro!
(Mia Santoro is at ringside screaming at the referee, accusing him of fucking her over on purpose. She snatches the title from him and raises it high above her head. She is screaming that she’s the champion and what not, talking her shit as she goes up the ramp. The last camera shot was of Milli Banks celebrating inside the ring.)
(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed transitioned backstage to the interview area, where Michael Belfort was seated on one chair and none other than the Sovereign, David Gideon Smith, in the interviewee’s seat.)
Michael Belfort: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest for tonight… David Gideon Smith himself, one of EAW’s quickest rising stars and the next man to lay down a challenge against Methuselah!
David Gideon Smith: Hello, Michael. How are you?
Michael Belfort: W-well, I’m doing pretty good, thanks for asking!
(Michael Belfort seems visibly intimidated by the Sovereign, who stares at him with a cold and ominous gaze; Belfort regathers himself before proceeding.)
Michael Belfort: You decided to take quite the drastic measure as of late, choosing to confront the chairman of EAW, the legendary Methuselah himself! We heard a bit of what you’re thinking, but how about you elaborate on your current approach to Methuselah and where this newfound interest came from?
David Gideon Smith: From the very moment I signed the dotted line and lent myself to this ‘land of elite’ as they call it, I have prophesied a tremendous event, akin to a ruinous cataclysm, that remains imminent for this promotion and all who inhabit it. What I have been doing is setting some very crucial building blocks in anticipation for that event; there are those that would deign to pluck the lowest hanging fruit, choosing to mock defeats rather than engage with the true substance of what I am bringing to the table. I believe I made my statement perfectly clear when a wrestler as lauded as SOSA Henderson fell prey to me even quicker and more brutally than my star pupil, the World Heavyweight Champion, was able to manage.
David Gideon Smith: How does that relate to Methuselah, you may wonder? You really shouldn’t. It doesn’t take a genius to link the grand, overarching agenda I have for this ‘land of elite’ to the very man that sits atop its pinnacle, whether you’re speaking in terms of from an administrative standpoint or from legacy itself. Methuselah’s reputation precedes him by lightyears; no wrestler can truly call himself a wrestler if they know not of his conquests. The legacy he has forged from blood and tears stretches out as far as this industry itself, and that entails a level of grandeur that is to be expected by someone who is almost unanimously called the ‘GOAT’.
David Gideon Smith: You can imagine my disappointment when, the moment I decided to take action, I am met not with a radiant industry titan and instead with a wailing child bemoaning his recent misfortunes. Alas, that does not detract from the crux of the matter, and that is the fact that I will not stand idly by as history is wrought in my absence; I placed a target on Methuselah’s back of my own volition, knowing that this is perhaps the most crucial building block towards my agenda yet, just like Lim my Monaghan, Drake King, and even my old rival Rex McAllister, whose wife I will be facing later tonight.
Michael Belfort: Brave words, as expected from the Sovereign. Still, even if it may be considered low hanging fruit, there are those that question whether you’ll be able to measure up to someone like Methuselah, even after your recent dominant performance against the former world champion, SOSA Henderson. What do you have to say to your detractors?
David Gideon Smith: I acknowledge the air of uncertainty that comes with the territory of facing someone of Methuselah’s caliber; it is not something that I have any qualms with acknowledging for what it is, but it certainly isn’t going to be something that stops me dead in my tracks. As time passes on, the inevitability of the threat that I pose to the current state of affairs in the ‘land of elite’ will be made more and more glaringly apparent, just as it has to the countless promotions that have experienced the yoke of my vision. In a promotion with as grand a scope as this, even I can scarcely fathom the breadth of the cataclysm that yet approaches.
(David leaned in, with fire in his eyes piercing through the icy stare that he had locked on Michael Belfort this entire time.)
David Gideon Smith: When it takes place, there will not be a soul left that can deny me any longer.
(The Sovereign rises up from his seat, positively towering over Michael Belfort as he glowers down over the intimidated interviewer.)
David Gideon Smith: Now, if you’ll excuse me… I need to pay Missus McAllister a visit in the ring and demonstrate the points I’ve made today through action.
(Without waiting for another word from Michael Belfort, David marched on past.)
Michael Belfort: Well, you heard it straight from him! Something tremendous is approaching, and from the sounds of it, nobody is going to be able to stop it, not even Methuselah himself!
(The video panned away from the interview area and followed behind David Gideon Smith as he marched through the backstage area to Gorilla Position, when suddenly Methuselah appeared from around the corner, nearly bumping into David Gideon Smith. The two elitists locked eyes, with David’s eyes narrowing and Methuselah seemingly shrugging him off.)
Methuselah: Ah, it’s you. Funny, I didn’t think you would have the audacity to show me your face until the time arrived for me to turn you into an anthropomorphic mop to clean the ring with. I suppose delusions of grandeur are just something that everyone has when they step into the land of elite, extreme, merchants, beasts; almost makes me shed a tear of empathy, knowing I’ll have to teach you how the world really works in the biggest league of them all.
David Gideon Smith: Is that supposed to intimidate me? You’ll have to do a better job of it than that; treating me like a rookie, or a ‘new breed’ as you people like to call it, would be a fatal mistake.
Methuselah: It frankly matters not whether you are a new breed or a veteran with decades invested in the craft, mind ye; no age associated with the ravenous gluttony for punishment that you so flagrantly have will make this situation better for you. You CAN, however, make it worse; I won’t tell you not to interfere in my match, because I question whether that would even do anything to change the inevitable outcome. If you do TRY, though, know that your audacity shall be rewarded with fiery iniquity. They will not label you as intrepid, only impudent. FINISH HIM. OVER FOR THOU.
David Gideon Smith: Oh, please, spare me the preemptive threats; interfering in your match would put me on the level of pretty much everyone else in your company, and to be honest, doing that would be beneath me. My vision is beyond that. I am simply going to watch, watch as a man titled after a man of mythical longevity marches forth against the grain of time, and EVALUATE how a man of your stature continues to deal with the fate that hunts us all down from the very day that we are born.
David Gideon Smith: ‘Therefore’, I hope you don’t disappoint me… chairman.
(David narrowed his eyes at Methuselah, who remained silent, before marching past him. The video feed lingers as Methuselah turns and watches as David Gideon Smith prepares for his upcoming match against Raven Roberts, before slowly fading to black.)
(Before the next match commences, ‘ULTRA INSTINCT THEME’ by Carameii blares throughout the building and the Interwire Champion, BRAE, makes his way down to the ramp in a nice jet-black suit and the championship wrapped around his shoulder.)
Stephie Love: Please welcome at this time, he is the INTERWIRE CHAMPION… BRRRAEEEEEE!!!
Stew-O: BRAE is coming out tonight to get a closer look at Anna Wautier, who certainly has her work cut out for her against Methuselah tonight…
Jake Mercer: She certainly does—but not just with Methuselah, but any potential aftermath from last week’s main event where she went ahead and attacked BRAE! She sent a huge message to the champion, yet how will he respond?
(BRAE continues to make his way down the ramp… but rather than go and take his seat by ringside, he enters the ring. He motions for a microphone which he receives, sparking curious reactions from the fans.)
Flannery McCoy: I guess we’re going to get a literal response here! BRAE isn’t wasting time!
(As he stands in the middle of the ring, his theme fades—and that paves the way for the Interwire Champion to speak.)
BRAE: Well, things appear to be getting far more interesting now. Last week, I did battle with a familiar rival, a man who has continued to establish his dominance much in the same way as I have. Michael and I, as we have always done, went to war… but that war never reached its intended closure. No. Instead, chaos broke out, and when it was all said and done, someone took advantage of that. Now… I’m sure many would expect me to be furious, to be ready to chop the head off of one Anna Wautier, but I am not a naive fool. My words pressed her. Sunk into her skin. She felt as though I did not take her seriously enough, and she did what she thought was the most appropriate action at the time to get me to see her as not another passive challenger in my way. So, with that being said… Fair play, Wautier.
(BRAE nods his head.)
BRAE: You did what you had to do. And in a way? It worked. I am wide awake as ever, fully aware of the sort of desperate lengths you will go to to try and prove yourself right against the contrary. Yet, it does beg the question: will you truly be able to live with this decision? Will you be able to feel secure, as though you made the right call? Because you can prove you are tough, that you can catch me off, that you can pose yourself as a threat… but in the end, you have to make sure you back everything up—and that is the part that often trips Elitists. It would be a shame if all of this effort were to go to waste and you failed to beat me…
BRAE: … but I am no stranger to being the bearer of and news.
(His eyes narrow as he looks out to the stage.)
BRAE: This is what you wanted. This is the path you wanted to take. So, expect to deal with the consequences and the failures. Because now that I know these are the lengths you’re willing to undertake? I am going to make sure I do everything to defeat you and prove that I was right all along—
(‘Altair’ by INUWASI hits the speakers and Anna Wautier emerges from the back with intense purpose. She’s serious as can be as she enters the ring.)
Flannery McCoy: And here’s Anna Wautier herself, showing no ounce of hesitation! She’s not backing down here against BRAE’s words.
(Anna gestures for a mic, which she is given. Her theme fades, and from there, she cuts right to the chase.)
Anna Wautier: Okay, BRAE. I see you are trying to remain calm, but something about your demeanor feels disingenuous. It’s more like you can’t stomach the fact that you did underestimate me with your careless accusations and bad-faith questions. I ultimately proved you wrong, and while you wish to act as though it is no big deal… I ruined your ego, and you hate that.
(Some of the fans react loudly to those sharp words. BRAE raises a brow at her.)
BRAE: My ego? And why would I care about such a thing, truly? No, no, Wautier—I have little care in my own ego. I am not like these maniacal, sensitive Elitists who wish for the world to bow and bend to my whim. I care about strength, power, but ego? Now you are being greatly mistaken. My position is my focus, and my status as champion? Even more so.
Anna Wautier: Well, you won’t need to care about that status for much longer, because at Road to Redemption, I am going to beat you and become the new Interwire Champion—just like I told you when we first met.
BRAE: Oh? And do you truly believe that?
(Anna stares BRAE down, taking a step forward, neither her gaze nor voice wavering.)
Anna Wautier: You already saw and felt for yourself how far I can go to get what I want. Imagine what’s going to happen when we finally face.
(BRAE… cracks a cold smirk.)
BRAE: Then I shall hold you to your word. You just may want to be careful. Putting strong things like that out into the air can backfire when you least expect it.
Anna Wautier: Just like how it did with you last week, right?
BRAE: I wouldn’t draw that comparison, but you’ll see for yourself soon enough, Wautier. I would just be a bit more careful if I were you.
(Anna’s eyes narrow, but BRAE takes it upon himself to leave the ring. Anna’s theme kickstarts again. She eyes him down but tosses the mic to the side and gets in her corner, looking to focus on her upcoming match ahead.)
Jake Mercer: Oof, could sense some uncanny tension there! Anna definitely has to be careful…
(Stephie Love gets back in the ring for the next contest.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 142 pounds, from Yokohama, Japan, she is “THE THORN PRINCESS” … ANNNNAAAAA! WAUUTTTIIIEERRRRRR!!!
(‘Vent’ by Baby Keem featuring Kendrick Lamar is next to play and Methuselah emerges from the back, his eyes locked on his opponent in the ring. He marches down the ramp, his domineering presence building with every stomp. Methuselah makes his way up the steps and for a brief moment—locks eyes with BRAE, before turning back to Wautier and backing into the corner.)
Flannery McCoy: It goes without saying that Methuselah and BRAE have developed a lot of history with one another in the last couple of months, but he’s not out here for him. Methuselah’s focus is on winning tonight, and what a statement it would be to break down the number one contender to the Interwire Championship.
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: There’s no doubt that Anna Wautier has an uphill battle ahead of her as she takes on Methuselah tonight, but with an opportunity to prove that she’s ready to take on BRAE for that Interwire Championship, she’s going to have to go in here tonight with no fear.
Jake Mercer: Methuselah approaches the center of the ring and Anna immediately flies into a forearm to the chest! He hardly budges, but Anna keeps going, trying to throw forearms to the head! He shoves her back and immediately sends her crashing down to the canvas with a mean big boot. Methuselah looks down at Anna with a look of contempt on his face, as he drags her up by the hair and tosses her into the turnbuckles.
Flannery McCoy: He charges into a clothesline, but Anna raises her boots up just in time! He staggers backwards, and Anna climbs to the middle rope. She soars into a dropkick—no! Methuselah moves out of the way! Wautier falls face-first onto the canvas and she slowly rises, where Methuselah sends her falling backwards into the ropes with an elbow! As she comes back towards him, he scoops her up into a sidewalk slam position and slams her down in the center of the ring!
Stew-O: Methuselah rises to his feet and drags Anna back up. He wraps his hands around her head in a clinch and starts raining down knees to the body! She falls backwards into the turnbuckles and he holds onto her, tossing her across the ring! Wautier holds her back in agony, and she slowly rises back up, only to be taken down with a big boot tht smacks her across the mouth! Wautier goes down and Methuselah stares down at her, dusting his hands off.
Jake Mercer: He pulls her back up, and snags her into a front facelock. Methuselah tries for a gourdbuster, but Anna wiggles her legs in mid-air and she drops right back down to her feet! He swings for her head, but she ducks underneath and grabs the waist. Wautier tries to push Methuselah to the ropes for an O’Connor Roll, but he hangs on and she rolls off of him, losing her grip very easily!
Flannery McCoy: As she makes her way up, Methuselah turns around and he runs right through her with an impactful shoulder block! Wautier has no clue what hit her, as he drags Anna up to her feet and grabs her in a front facelock. He scoops her up and this time, the suplex brings her down in the center of the ring. He rolls into a cover, running his forearm across her face.
OOONNNNEEEEEEE!!!
TWWWWWWW—
Stew-O: But Wautier kicks out! Methuselah shakes his head, but he pulls her up to her feet and he slams her into the turnbuckles. Methuselah responds with repeated shoulder barrages to the body, and Wautier gasps out in agony. He takes the wrist and irish whips her across the ring. Methuselah uses the momentum to his advantage as he charges in—but Wautier raises her feet up just in time! They collide with the mouth of Methuselah, and she follows up with a thrust kick!
Jake Mercer: He’s stunned now, and Anna quickly climbs the middle rope and leaps to the top rope. She positions herself atop the ropes and she flies into a MISSILE DROPKICK! Down goes Methuselah, and finally, Wautier is beginning to turn this match around in her favor! He rolls underneath the bottom rope to the apron, trying to recuperate, but she’s already up…
Flannery McCoy: Quickly coming off the ropes, for ANOTHER dropkick! He spills to the floor and Anna sees her chance. She rises to her feet and runs the ropes once again, flying through them with a SUICIDE DIVE! Down goes Methuselah as he’s sent crashing into the apron, and she takes him by the head and throws him into the ring! Anna hops up onto the apron, clapping her hands for the crowd.
Crowd: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Stew-O: They’re certainly getting behind her, as she runs up to the top rope once again. Methuselah is slowly rising, and here comes Wautier with a FLYIING CROSSBODY—NOPE! CAUGHT! She went to the well one too many times and Methuselah drops into a NASTY backbreaker! Anna’s eyes nearly bulge out of her head, and then he curls her back up, and sends her flying with a fallaway slam across the ring! Wautier is out of it, meanwhile, Methuselah sits up and flexes his biceps to the dismay of the crowd.
Jake Mercer: BRAE is still watching intently at ringside as Anna is hardly showing much resistance right now. He rises to his feet and he pulls her up, grabbing her by the head. He sends a clubbing blow to her back and she falls to a knee, grimacing. Methuselah drags her back up and sends another clubbing blow to the back! Wautier is on the verge of crumbling, but he won’t let her go down! That front facelock is locked in tight…
Flannery McCoy: …And he begins to switch his grip, locking Anna into a tight double underhook! Wautier has nowhere to go, as Methuselah heaves her up in the air for ‘Meth FX!’ The Butterfly suplex connects with ease and Wautier is laid out on the mat. Her eyes flicker as she stares up at the ceiling, and it’s not looking good for her whatsoever. Methuselah kneels up and he grabs a handful of her hair, pulling her back up to her feet. Wautier yelps out as Methuselah pulls her into another double underhook!
Stew-O: He marches around the ring with Wautier in his grip, and clearly, Methuselah is enjoying this. The fans watch with concern for The Thorn Princess, as Methuselah heaves her up and he sends her FLYING ACROSS THE RING! ‘METH FX THROW!’ AND THAT WAS JUST UNCALLED FOR! Methuselah is using his power to his advantage but he’s having fun with Wautier in the process! She just got sent to the other side off that butterfly suplex throw and now Methuselah is just going to walk over to her, grab her by the wrist, and drag her to the center of the ring for a mocking pinfall.
OOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: WAUTIER’S STILL GOT FIGHT, THOUGH! SHE KICKS OUT! Methuselah shrugs his shoulders, almost as if he was expecting that. He pulls her back up to her feet and he throws a right hand that stings the forehead of Wautier. She’s on wobbly legs, struggling to even raise a guard. Methuselah winds his fist back and he clobbers her with another punch! Wautier nearly falls over, and Methuselah brings his fist back for one more punch to the forehead—
Jake Mercer: —only for her to duck just in time! He wasn’t expecting that, as Wautier spins into a kick to the calf! Another kick to the calf from Wautier, and then she aims for the thigh! Methuselah is disoriented right now, and then she dropkicks the knee of Methuselah! He falls to a kneel, holding at his hurt leg, and then she quickly rises to her feet and spins around to him…!
Stew-O: Methuselah is trying to get up to his feet and stop this, but the kneeling position puts him at eye level with Wautier, who snaps her head back for ‘PARADISE KISS!’ WHAT A BRUTAL HEADBUTT! SHE THREW EVERYTHING INTO THAT AND METHUSELAH FALLS TO THE CANVAS! WAUTIER COLLAPSES ON TOP OF METHUSELAH FOR THE COVER!
OOOOOOONNNNNEEEEEEEE!!!
TTTTTTWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: KICK OUT! THAT WAS A GNARLY HEADBUTT, BUT NOT ENOUGH TO WIN THE MATCH! Wautier should have hooked the leg—we would be looking at a completely different story if that was the case! Wautier holds her forehead, grimacing in pain as she slowly sits up. Anna shakes her head, looking around to the fans who are fully behind her at this point. She has the chance to pick up the biggest win of her career, but she has to stick at it, and that is easier said than done!
Flannery McCoy: Wautier sees Methuselah still down and she races up to her feet. She runs to the turnbuckles and quickly climbs up, one buckle at a time. She position herself on the ropes and flies off with a MOONSAULT—NO! METHUSELAH RAISES HIS KNEES JUST IN TIME! AND WAUTIER’S RIBS NEARLY CRACK OVER HIS KNEES! He rolls over, shaking his head, while Wautier is in agony on the canvas!
Stew-O: He rises up and adjusts his elbow pad. She rises and he quickly hits off the ropes as well! ‘UCONN LARIAT—’ NO! ANNA CATCHES THE ARM AND SHE TRIPS METHUSELAH DOWN! FUJIWARA ARMBAR! HOW DID SHE PULL THAT OFF?! METHUSELAH ROARS OUT! HE REACHES FOR THE ROPES, AS WAUTIER BRIDGES ONTO THE CANVAS AND TRIES TO RIP HIS SHOULDER OFF!
Jake Mercer: Methuselah bangs his fist on the canvas! He grits his teeth, reaching out for the ropes, but Wautier is relentless with that arm! She’s trying everything that she can to force victory here, but Methuselah is a lot tougher than that! You can see the pain that he’s in—but you can see that he’s doing everything that he possibly can to resist tapping out!
Flannery McCoy: He’s crawling to the ropes, but Wautier sees this! She turns over, trying to transition the hold—ROOKIE MISTAKE! Methuselah rolls backwards, and he makes it to his feet, deadlifting Wautier in the process! She’s still holding on to his arm, but he winds back a MASSIVE elbow with his free arm! Wautier releases and falls against Methuselah, dazed and confused!
Stew-O: Front facelock from Methuselah, as he scoops her up high in the air for ‘EGO DEATH DRIVER!’ THE SITOUT VERTICAL SUPLEX CONNECTS! But Methuselah can’t make the cover because of the pain jolting through his shoulder! He rolls to his fours, shaking his arm out in pain. Wautier is still laid out on the canvas, and Methuselah sees his opening.
Jake Mercer: As Wautier clutches the back of her neck, she grbs the ropes and slowly begins to bring herself up to her feet… she falls against the turnbuckles, grimacing in pain. Methuselah sees this and he bounces off the turnbuckles! ‘RAPTURE!’ THE BOOT TO THE JAW, BOUNCING IT OFF THE TURNBUCKLE! And Wautier collapses to the canvas! Methuselah drops down, hooking the leg!
OOOOOONNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
TTTTTWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOO!!!
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Stew-O: KICK OUT FROM WAUTIER! SHE’S STILL GOT FIGHT LEFT IN HER! Methuselah is looking at the referee with an agitated expression on his face! He’s not trying to drag this one out like he was earlier, his arm is compromised and now he wants to end it before it gets worse! Wautier is still down though, and it’s not like Methuselah doesn’t have a chance to win this one right here!
Flannery McCoy: He rolls away from Wautier and slithers backwards towards the corner. He places a hand on the middle rope and brings himself up to crouching position. His knee touches the canvas as he bounces up and down, waiting for Wautier to rise up to his feet so he can put this one to bed!
Jake Mercer: Unfortunately… she’s getting up now! Methuselah grins, as he bounces up and runs out of the corner! HE CUTS HER IN HALF WITH A SPEAR—
Stew-O: NO! WAUTIER MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SHE SENDS METHUSELAH SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RING POST! OH MY GOD! DID YOU HEAR THAT SOUND?! Methuselah unleashes a guttural scream of agony, as she runs past him and leaps up the ropes! SPRINGBOARDING OFF!
Flannery McCoy: ‘BELLE PAVILLION!’ THE SPRINGBOARD REVERSE HURRICANRANA CONNECTS! AND METHUSELAH JUST GOT SPIKED ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD! Even BRAE’s expression has changed! SHE ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER! THIS COULD BE IT!
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Jake Mercer: METHUSELAH KICKS OUT! METHUSELAH KICKS OUT!
Stew-O: THIS ONE IS FAR FROM OVER! Wautier releases the pin and she falls flat onto her face, panting. Wautier runs her hands through her hair, and she genuinely seems like she doesn’t know what to do next!
Flannery McCoy: It has been a valiant effort from Anna to this point, and she has Methuselah on the ropes! She needs to capitalize! She rises to her feet and grabs him by the hair, trying to wake him up with repeated slaps to the top of the head! Methuselah wheezes as he rolls to his fours, shoving her away.
Stew-O: She throws an up-kick right at the jaw, and now Methuselah is reeling! Wautier sees her chance and she springboards up to the ropes! SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT! NO! METHUSELAH CATCHES HER! OVER HIS SHOULDER AT THE LAST SECOND!
Jake Mercer: BUT WAUTIER SPINS AROUND, COUNTERING WITH A DDT—
Flannery McCoy: METHUSELAH HANGS ON TO HER! HE PRESSES HIS HANDS ONTO HER TORSO AND RAISES HER UP HIGH IN THE AIR—BUT THE SHOULDER GIVES OUT! He drops her, and she lands onto her feet! Methuselah staggers backwards, holding at his shoulder in agony! Wautier was caught off guard by that, but she can capitalize now as she comes off the ropes!
Stew-O: SPEAR! METHUSELAH TAKES HER OUT WITH A SPEAR! I DON’T KNOW IF HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM OR NOT, BUT WAUTIER DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING EITHER! METHUSELAH TO THE COVER!
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(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, METHUSELAH!
(‘Vent’ plays through the speakers as Methuselah rolls off of Anna, satisfied to have picked up the victory. He pushes upwards to his feet and the referee approaches him, offering to raise his arm up—but Methuselah reprimands him when he tries to raise the hurt arm. The referee scampers over to the other side like a scolded dog, taking the wrist of his good arm and raising it up high in the air.)
Jake Mercer: Despite losing to Methuselah tonight, Anna Wautier has nothing to be ashamed of. She showed the whole world that she’s capable of competing on a higher level, and BRAE may want to watch out.
Stew-O: Absolutely, but you’ve gotta give it to Methuselah, who shows that he simply has the instincts to deal with persistent Elitists like Wautier, who did everything in her power to take out his arm and it just wasn’t enough.
Flannery McCoy: The sky is the limit for Wautier, but the greatness that Methuselah continues to compete at is just an entirely different level of its own.
(As Methuselah leaves the ring, BRAE adjusts the Interwire Championship over his shoulder. He slowly approaches the ring, keeping a close eye on Wautier who is still clutching her ribs. She grits her teeth as her eyes meet with BRAE’s, and she shakes her head, vowing to will herself up to her feet and do much better in her next outing.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show the backstage area of the Moody Center, as the camera focuses on Michael Belfort, Dynasty’s Backstage Correspondent, as we see him for the second time tonight. He has a smile on his face and a microphone in his hand as the shot begins to pan in, and after a moment, he then begins to speak.)
Michael Belfort: Welcome back, and what a match that we got to witness between Methuselah and Anna Wautier, but we’ve only just begun for tonight. We still have our main event matchup, Limmy Monaghan and Kirk Redwood in an Extreme Elimination Chamber Preview Match, along with the next match with David Gideon Smith going up against my guest here tonight. Please welcome at this time, one-half of the Unified Tag Team Champions… Raven Roberts!
(The crowd inside the arena here tonight in Austin, Texas, cheers loudly, as the shot goes over to show Raven Roberts as she’s seen making her way into the scene. She’s in her ring gear with her half of the Unified Tag Team Championships over her shoulder as she greets Michael with a simple nod of the head. After some time, he continues.)
Michael Belfort: Thank you for joining me tonight, Raven.
Raven Roberts: Of course, the pleasure is all mine.
Michael Belfort: Fire & Ice have solidified themselves as the pinnacle of the tag team division, but now, you’re both voluntarily entering the Extreme Elimination Chamber. You’re chasing the Universal Women’s Championship, he’s chasing the World Heavyweight Championship. Some might call that… risky, perhaps even arrogant, for reigning Champions. What is the mindset behind this move?
Raven Roberts: How dare you?
Michael Belfort: :lupe:!!!
Raven Roberts: Kidding. Let’s reframe that, though, Michael. People see risk when they’re afraid to move. They see arrogance when they can’t comprehend ambition. What Rex and I are doing isn’t arrogant; rather, a declaration. It’s the very opposite of complacency. We are the pinnacle of the tag team division, yes, but that is a throne we have secured. And when you’ve secured your borders, you don’t just sit and wait for an invasion… You expand. The Extreme Elimination Chamber isn’t just a match for me; what it’s designed for is to strip away everything but the competitor and find out who is truly elite.
Raven Roberts: And that Universal Women’s Championship… It’s not just another piece of gold for me. It’s the validation that you, on your own, are the standard-bearer for an entire division. It’s the proof that you can walk through that hellacious structure and be the one who walks out the other side. Holding this title over my shoulder… proves that I’m the best part of a machine. Winning inside that Chamber proves I am the machine. It’s a level of prestige I am all too familiar with…
Michael Belfort: And that leads me to my next question, Raven, because you are in fact all too familiar with it. You are a former Universal Women’s Champion. You’ve stood at that individual peak before. How does that experience factor into your mindset heading into a match this dangerous, especially with the responsibility of being a Unified Tag Team Champion factoring into such a thing?
Raven Roberts: That’s the entire point, Michael. That experience is not just a “factor,” it’s the lens through which I see this entire structure. When I held that Universal Women’s Championship, I was fragmented. I was wearing masks, fueled by a desperate need to prove I wasn’t the person I’d been, and in doing so, I became someone else entirely. I held that title, yes, but I was clinging to it. I was defined by the rage it took to get there, by the pain I was trying to bury. I know the emotional currency that title demands, I know the weight of being the standard-bearer… and I know exactly what it feels like to break under it.
Raven Roberts: But this title isn’t a responsibility that weighs me down; this is the very thing that sets me free. In my last reign, I was alone, I was hiding. But now that Fire & Ice is stronger than ever, everything now is built on clarity; it’s built on a foundation of trust that I have never had before. This title is my proof that I’ve stopped wearing masks. So, how does it factor in? It means that for the first time in my career, I’m not chasing the Universal Women’s Championship to fix something that’s broken inside of me. I’m not doing it out of rage or to silence a ghost, I’m doing it because I am finally… truly… whole. The woman who held that title before was fighting against herself. The woman standing before you tonight is fighting as herself. And that, Michael… that is a far more dangerous competitor than anyone in that Chamber, or even my opponent tonight, as a matter of fact, could ever prepare for.
Michael Belfort: A truly powerful perspective for your future in this company, Raven-
(Michael Belfort nods, opening his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off.)
???: I agree.
(Michael pauses, his eyes darting to the side as the camera begins to follow where he’s looking. As it does, Holly Arrow is seen stepping into frame. She has a look of intent and focus as she takes a look at Raven. Michael immediately senses the tension, quickly shuffling out of the scene, leaving the two Extreme Elimination Chamber opponents alone.)
Holly Arrow: You’re right. The woman fighting as herself, the one who isn’t wearing a mask, is the most dangerous competitor. That’s… the whole point. But it must be nice, standing there all… whole. You’ve got your clarity, you’ve got your foundation, you’re not fighting against yourself anymore. You’re fighting for an expansion, that’s a luxury.
(Holly pauses as she looks down at the ground for a moment, chuckling to herself before then proceeding to look back up at Raven, going on.)
Holly Arrow: Some of us are still in that first fight, Raven. Some of us are still just trying to prove we’re not… broken. That we’re not failures. You and Milli… you’re in that Chamber to add to your legacies. You’re titans, the standard. Meanwhile, me? I’m in that Chamber because I have to be. I’m in there because I’m tired of feeling like a ghost, tired of failing. You’re chasing that title because you’re whole, I’m chasing it so I can feel whole… just once. Your clarity might make you dangerous. I’m not going to take it away from you, but my desperation, my need… that’s personal. And in that Chamber, you’re going to find out that a woman who has nothing left to lose is a hell of a lot more dangerous than a woman who already has everything.
Raven Roberts: A luxury… that’s one way to put it. But it’s funny because you talk about yourself as if this is something new to me, as if it’s something that I’ve never experienced before. I haven’t just been in your shoes, Holly, I haven’t just felt how it felt, I’ve lived there for years. The masks that I just talked about? They were forged from that exact desperation. The rage I used to fight with… that was the only thing holding me together. Being whole, Holly, that isn’t a luxury; this is what I’ve earned after I burned all of that desperation away, because I found out the hard way that a fire like that… it burns you just as much as it burns everyone else. It leaves you with nothing. I respect your fight. I respect it more than you probably know. But if you’re mistaking any of this, then it’s clear that we have a problem.
(Raven narrows her eyes, adjusting her title over her shoulder as she pauses.)
Raven Roberts: You’re right about one thing: in that Chamber, your desperation will be dangerous. But my clarity? It’s relentless. It’s absolute. You’re fighting so you can feel whole, I’m fighting because I am. We’ll see which one is left standing when it’s all said and done, and for your sake, I sure as hell hope it’s you, Holly.
(Raven’s stare holds onto Holly for a good moment, as there’s a subsequent pause after the fact, with a whole lot of tension in the air afterward. Before Holly can react, it seems like someone else has decided to step in…)
???: How touching.
(Both of them turn their attention toward off-camera, where Milli Banks is seen leaning against a nearby production crate. It seems like she didn’t just happen to walk in, but rather has been listening for a bit. She pushes off the crate and makes her way toward them.)
Milli Banks: You know, Holly, after that war we put each other through at House of Glass… I did go to Tyrone Montgomery. I told him that what you did in that ring, the fight you brought, you earned a spot in that Chamber just as much as I did. That much is true.
(Holly’s expression almost looks as if she’s grateful because of it, but Milli is quick to snuff it out as she continues.)
Milli Banks: But don’t you dare mistake that for kindness. Don’t stand there thinking I did you a favor because we’re “friends” or I “respect” you. I didn’t get you put in that match so you could find your “wholeness” or get your one big win. I got you in that match because I’m coming to take everything, and I want every last person who thinks that they mean anything to this brand in the Chamber when I do it. You two can sit here and have your cute little chit-chat with one another, but I’m long past that. I’m not here to find myself, I’m here to reclaim everything. And inside that Chamber, everything that you two have talked about… it doesn’t matter. You’re not safe. You’re just in my way.
(The silence begins to kick in again as it holds for a brief moment, each of them looking deadly serious as they stake their claim. After a moment, Raven lets out a short exhale.)
Raven Roberts: Well, it sounds like you two have a lot of personal work to do. You can stand here and sort through all of that. But I have my focus elsewhere right now, and it’s on David Gideon Smith. And after I’m done with him, my focus is on the Extreme Elimination Chamber… and on the Universal Women’s Championship. You two can waste time figuring out who’s in whose way, I’ll just be the one walking over both of you to get what I want.
(Raven shrugs her shoulders as she adjusts her title, turning around and beginning to make her way toward Gorilla Position for her match. Holly watches her leave, before she quickly snaps back to Milli, her eyes narrowing while she does.)
Holly Arrow: You think I’m just in your way? You think I care that you got me in? I don’t need your favors, Milli. I’m going to take that title, I have to, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure that it happens, even if it means rectifying what happened at House of Glass and beating you to do it.
(Milli looks unfazed by Holly’s rebuttal, as she nods her head at her. By the looks of things, it seems like she almost pities her.)
Milli Banks: Good. That’s the Holly I wanted in the match. But just because you “have to” do something doesn’t guarantee a damn thing. In that Chamber, it’s every woman for herself… and I’m coming for what’s mine.
(Milli turns around and makes her way out of the scene in the opposite direction. Holly is left alone in the hallway, shaking her head in frustration as she crosses her arms. She then heads out herself as it’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
Stephie Love: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(“Razorface” by Celldweller began blaring through the speakers to a loud mixed reaction as David Gideon Smith emerged from the darkness, surrounded by white strobes that follow the music. The Sovereign executes his Black Blade taunt, causing an eruption of pyrotechnics, before he clenches his fist and makes his way down the ramp towards the squared circle.)
Stephie Love: INTRODUCING FIRST! Hailing from Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 250 pounds… he is THE SOVEREIGN, DAAAAAAAAVID! GIDEOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!
Stew-O: Here comes the titanic Sovereign, David Gideon Smith, who made one HELL of a statement last week by utterly decimating a former world champion in SOSA Henderson; if there were any that doubted this man because of the defeats he faced earlier on, any such doubts should be erased after what we saw last week!
Flannery McCoy: If anything, it shows just how dangerously quick David Gideon Smith has been adapting to the EAW environment, going from taking defeats to new breeds to now slaying former world champions like it’s just another day in the office! It’s no wonder with a growth rate that quick that the Sovereign has immediately put his lot in to go face to face against one of the greatest elitists of all time, the chairman of EAW, Methuselah himself!
Jake Mercer: Before he can get to Methuselah, who will surely be watching this match from backstage tonight, David will have to go one on one with yet another former world champion in the form of Raven Roberts, and we know the history that David has with her husband Rex so this should be an interesting bout to see!
(‘Ghost Myself’ by DIAMANTE began blaring through the speakers to huge cheers as Raven Roberts, accompanied by Rex McAllister, made her way out to the center of the stage with the EAW Unified Tag Team Championships prominently displayed; the couple struck their pose before heading down to the ring, with Rex lagging behind to give the stage to Raven.)
Stephie Love: AND HIS OPPONENT! Hailing from Atlanta, GA, weighing in at 122 pounds… she is THE BIRD OF PREY, ONE HALF OF THE EAW UNIFIED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… RRRRRRRRRRAVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN! RRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERTS!
Stew-O: And there’s the former world champion in question! Of course, that’s referencing her singles career, but even as she heads into this one on one, we would be remiss if we didn’t mention her continuing successful tag team championship reign as the ‘Fire’ in Fire and Ice!
Flannery McCoy: But as we saw, she’s also going to be looking to recapture singles championship gold and cement herself as a DOUBLE champion if she’s able to win, since she’s going to be competing in the extreme elimination chamber!
Jake Mercer: If she’s able to do that, then we may be looking at one of the most successful legend returns in EAW history; with both David and Raven looking to achieve tremendous things, we’ll have to see which one of them will be able to get the victory tonight!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stew-O: And the match is underway! David Gideon Smith versus Raven Roberts, the Sovereign vs the Bird of Prey; both of these wrestlers have fire in their gut and with potentially huge victories just over the horizon for both of them, they’ll be looking to gather some more momentum tonight!
Flannery McCoy: We see a clear height and weight disadvantage here which tends to be the case with most of David Gideon Smith’s matches; any opponent that ends up going against him is going to have to be able to formulate a plan to be able to counteract that.
Jake Mercer: Well, if anyone is going to be able to do it, Raven Roberts is certainly on that list with her veteran experience! Both wrestlers exit their respective corners and begin circling around the ring; David Gideon Smith is taking a more aggressive stride with it, while Raven Roberts is going for a more ‘hard to catch’ approach!
Stew-O: That makes sense with the disadvantage she’s at; it looks like she’s trying to lure David Gideon Smith in to make a mistake that she can capitalize on, while David is looking to just dominate the old fashioned way! Rex McAllister is pacing at ringside, keeping an eye on the action as he quietly cheers Raven Roberts on!
Flannery McCoy: And David Gideon Smith lurches forward, looking to catch Raven Roberts in a lock up, but Raven is able to execute quite the impressive dodge, literally sliding between the legs of the Sovereign!
Jake Mercer: Wait, she didn’t just look to dodge, she looked to take action! She caught the right leg of David Gideon Smith and swept him off his feet, causing the Sovereign to faceplant! Rex McAllister gives that deft maneuver a round of applause as Raven Roberts immediately maneuvers herself over to apply a kneebar to the Sovereign!
Stew-O: Oh, but David Gideon Smith is WELL versed in grappling himself, and he’s not looking to let himself get caught in a maneuver as dangerous as a kneebar! He actually uses his leg to pull Raven Roberts in as she’s trying to apply the kneebar hold and grabs a hold of her by the hair!
Flannery McCoy: Raven was unable to apply the kneebar as David Gideon Smith yanks her in and applies a side headlock, barely managing to get to his feet before abruptly twisting around and bringing her down to the canvas on her back with a snap headlock takedown! And now he’s peppering her head with closed fist punches while she’s trapped in that headlock!
Jake Mercer: One well-aimed strike from Raven Roberts is able to connect to the face of David Gideon Smith, though, causing him to release her! I think she hit him right on the side of the nose, that’ll definitely leave him aching for a while as Raven Roberts slides away, creating some distance as she scrambles up at the same time as David staggers to his feet with his nose clutched!
Stew-O: Raven sees an opportunity and immediately rushes forward, actually going right PAST David Gideon Smith and leaping over to the ropes before landing with both feet on the middle rope, using them as a platform to springboard off of to launch herself towards David Gideon Smith–
Flannery McCoy: And a springboard roundhouse kick to the back of David Gideon Smith’s head causes him to stagger forward right into the corner with his chest against the turnbuckles! Raven Roberts doesn’t hesitate as she quickly makes her way over to the corner to join him, climbing up the ropes right up against his back before she gets on the middle rope!
Jake Mercer: And now she’s launching a barrage of strikes to the head of David Gideon Smith! Punches and hammer strikes rain down on the roof of David Gideon Smith’s head, and the crowd is chanting along as Raven Roberts delivers the strikes without a moment of rest!
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Stew-O: Ten heavy strikes from Raven Roberts leaves David Gideon Smith positively dazed as Raven leaps over the top rope to get onto the apron, shoving David Gideon Smith away from the corner as she does to make him stagger out closer towards the center of the ring!
Flannery McCoy: Meanwhile, Raven Roberts narrows her eyes as she takes aim at David Gideon Smith! Rex McAllister cheers her on as she launches herself up onto the top rope before springboarding herself back towards the Sovereign, LOOKING FOR A SPRINGBOARD SPIKE HURRICANRANA TO KNOCK DAVID GIDEON SMITH OUT COLD–
Jake Mercer: WAIT, BUT DAVID GIDEON SMITH MANAGED TO STAY ON HIS FEET, LOCKING HIS HANDS ON RAVEN’S LEGS AND NOT ALLOWING HER TO SPIKE HIM WITH THE HURRICANRANA! HE JUST HOISTED HER BACK UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! THIS IS NOT A GOOD POSITION TO BE IN–
Stew-O: AND NOW HE’S ELEVATING HER HIGH UP INTO THE AIR! OH MY GOD– ESCHATON POWERBOMB! THE ESCHATON POWERBOMB JUST CONNECTED, THE SIGNATURE ELEVATED LIGER BOMB OF DAVID GIDEON SMITH! HE KEEPS HIS LEGS OVER HER SHOULDERS AND KEEPS HER PLANTED FOR THE PINFALL! DOES HE HAVE IT RIGHT HERE AND NOW?!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
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Flannery McCoy: But a kick out by Raven Roberts keeps her in the game! David Gideon Smith doesn’t seem disappointed or angry, though… interestingly enough, he seems kind of pleased by the fire that Raven Roberts is putting on display! This isn’t your ordinary average wrestler, this man has a vision and he’s not out here looking for cheap and easy wins!
Jake Mercer: With that being said, Raven Roberts kicking out just means that the brutality is going to continue; with that reversal, David Gideon Smith was able to cut off Raven Roberts’ momentum before it was able to get out of hand, and doing so with a move that tremendous is sure to swing the match in his favor!
Stew-O: He’s still reeling from the damage he’s sustained to the head thanks to Raven Roberts’ highly targeted offense! He’s clutching his head as he forces himself to a kneel, grabbing the wrist of the Huntress as he forcefully drags her back up to a standing position! And now he executes an Irish whip, sending her right into the same corner that she ambushed him in!
Flannery McCoy: Raven Roberts lands with her back against the turnbuckles in classic fashion, and David Gideon Smith approaches menacingly, glowering over her as he raises his hand and unleashes one HELL of a knife-edge chop! OH, and in the same movement he maneuvers over and follows up with an overhead chop to the head! And another of that combo! And another! He’s unleashing his own unorthodox barrage of strikes to the Huntress, and Rex McAllister doesn’t seem pleased at ringside!
Jake Mercer: OH! And a Shotei throat thrust by the Sovereign ends that sequence, sending Raven Roberts into a coughing, sputtering mess as she staggers away from the corner, clutching at her throat after getting hit with that dangerous attack, but I think that just left her even more vulnerable for David Gideon Smith to take advantage and continue the momentum that he’s gathering in this match!
Stew-O: He lurches at her from behind, instantly applying a rear waist lock and hoisting the lighter opponent WAY up into the air! MASSIVE high-angle german suplex ends up dropping Raven Roberts on her neck and shoulder blades, and David Gideon Smith bridges it, going for yet another attempt at a pinfall to put the Huntress away right here!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
Flannery McCoy: But another two count from the Bird of Prey keeps her in the game, and David Gideon Smith still doesn’t seem that displeased, he almost seems enthralled by the thrill of the competition!
Jake Mercer: David Gideon Smith once again reaches down, this time applying a rear waist lock to Raven Roberts as she’s on the ground, and uses it to hoist her back to her feet! The Sovereign ducks down and actually gets his head between the knees of Raven Roberts, before arching his back up, heaving Raven Roberts up into the air with an electric chair hold!
Stew-O: This is a dangerous position for any wrestler to be in, but you know with the type of dangerous and unorthodox offense that David Gideon Smith has to offer, it’s going to be a doozy! What does he have planned here?! There’s still so much of his arsenal that he has yet to show the EAW Universe–
Flannery McCoy: OH! HE DROPS HER FORWARD AND APPLIES A FULL NELSON MID-AIR, LOOKING TO ARCH HER BACK FOR A HIGH ANGLE DRAGON SUPLEX! THAT’S ARCHDRAGON’S WRATH, I’VE HEARD OF THAT MOVE AND THE FOES THAT IT HAS PUT AWAY! I JUST HEARD A SCREAM FROM RAVEN AS HE APPLIED THAT FULL NELSON–
Jake Mercer: BUT AS HE WAS ARCHING HER BACK, RAVEN MANAGED TO EXECUTE A MULE KICK OF DESPERATION TO SEPARATE HERSELF FROM THE SOVEREIGN! DAVID GETS KNOCKED BACK BY THE KICK! Raven Roberts manages to land on her feet, but her arm immediately goes to her left shoulder; it looks like getting dropped into that sudden full nelson may have damaged her shoulder, even if the dangerous maneuver wasn’t able to connect!
Stew-O: David Gideon Smith may have gotten knocked down, but it wasn’t for long as he already starts staggering up, almost insulted that Raven Roberts managed to escape the literal Archdragon’s Wrath as she did! He makes it to his feet, but Raven Roberts sprints forward, launching herself up into the air just as David rose up and immediately gets a hand around the back of the Sovereign’s head, pulling him back onto her knee as she falls back with a CODEBREAKER!
Flannery McCoy: A one-armed codebreaker at that, after she damaged her shoulder, but it did the job as David Gideon Smith staggers back, clutching at his face in pain as he struggles to stay standing! Raven quickly scrambles back to her feet, sensing the danger emanating from David Gideon Smith as she rushes forward and–
Jake Mercer: FACELIFT! FACELIFT CONNECTS! THAT SPINNING HEEL KICK MANAGES TO KNOCK DAVID GIDEON SMITH DOWN, AND RAVEN ROBERTS HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE WIN!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Stew-O: BUT A KICKOUT BY DAVID GIDEON SMITH KEEPS HIM IN THE GAME! WHAT’S IT GOING TO TAKE TO KEEP THE SOVEREIGN DOWN?! Raven is looking frustrated as she clutches at her shoulder in pain, staggering back to her feet before taking a few steps back, taking a quick glance at Rex before making her way to the corner, measuring David up for something big! Is it–
Flannery McCoy: WAIT, WHAT’S THIS?! It’s MILLI! AND HOLLY! They’re both strolling down to ringside, seemingly taking an interest in Raven’s match! Rex McAllister turns around and questions what the two of them are doing out there, and that just creates more of a ruckus that catches Raven’s attention!
Jake Mercer: Raven goes over to the ropes near the ramp, checking to see and realizing that Milli and Holly are over there; she can’t focus on them, though, she has a very dangerous opponent she needs to keep her attention on! She turns around and–
Stew-O: IMPALER! IMPALER CONNECTS! DAVID GIDEON SMITH PULLS HER AWAY FROM THE ROPES AS REX, MILLI, AND HOLLY LOOK ON, AND HE HOOKS HER LEGS! THE REFEREE SLIDES IN FOR THE COUNT!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEE!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(Ding! Ding! Ding!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… DAVID! GIDEON! SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!
(“Razorface” by Celldweller began blaring through the speakers once again to a huge mixed reaction as David Gideon Smith gets off of Raven, glancing down at the three bystanders at the ring, primarily locking his eyes with Rex before glowering down at Milli and Holly’s sudden appearance. He says nothing as he rises back up to his feet and raises his arm.)
Stew-O: Not the way that David Gideon Smith expected to win, but a win that he was able to acquire nevertheless, marking the second week in a row that he was able to pick up a victory over a former world champion!
Flannery McCoy: Not just that, but he picked up a win over the CURRENT tag team champion! That means something, and there shouldn’t be any more doubts about what David Gideon Smith is capable of!
Jake Mercer: If Methuselah is still not taking David seriously, he may actually be in for some trouble; as for Raven, I don’t think she’s going to appreciate what just took place at ringside, because that distraction cost her the win tonight!
(The video feed lingers as David Gideon Smith continues to celebrate his win, while Raven Roberts comes to and clutches her ribs with her good arm, all while glaring at the distraction that took place at ringside; the feed then fades to black.)
(A commercial plays for the NBA.)
(Backstage, Michael Belfort is standing with a microphone in hand. Next to him is a familiar face: SOSA Henderson. However, SOSA’s demeanor is clearly different based on the expression he has. His hands remain within the pockets of his fur coat, and while his shades hide his eyes, his scowl cannot be veiled.)
(Michael, seemingly none the wiser, turns to him and speaks.)
Michael Belfort: Good evening, everyone! My name is Michael Belfort, and—
(Suddenly, SOSA’s hand goes over to his mic.)
SOSA Henderson: Yo, man, do you always have to say the same thing?
(Michael freezes.)
Michael Belfort: …
(…Which seems to annoy SOSA as he tilts his head, pursing his lips.)
Michael Belfort: Well, it’s only customary to greet the audience and introduce—-
SOSA Henderson: Nah. You don’t need to do all of that extra shit. Nothing but fluff, and frankly, I don’t care to deal with it.
Michael Belfort: O-oh, I see… well, if you’d like, I can—
(SOSA doesn’t even bother entertaining him with a response. A quick motion allows him to snatch the microphone away from the commentator, causing him to flinch.)
Michael Belfort: Hey!
(Michael almost says something as a retort, but seeing SOSA, he realizes it wasn’t the best for him to say anything. He sighs, and slowly nods his head.)
Michael Belfort: Okay, then. I feel like I’m not even needed here, so the floor is all yours.
(Belfort takes a few steps so that he can back away from the shot and a clearly heated SOSA. With the interviewer out of the way, SOSA focuses on the microphone. He takes a few steps in his own right, pacing back and forth, letting the stream of consciousness out as he speaks.)
SOSA Henderson: … you know, I’m tired. I’m tired of the same things happening. I’m tired of the same shit just going on and on and on and on and yet I gotta come here and act as if everything’s cool when they’re not. People wanted to be up in arms about how I decided to come back after taking the summer off and beat Brian so bad he ain’t even around these parts anymore, but guess what? That worked. And through beating him, I figured I’d try my hand and face the world champ himself, Michael Machina. I wasn’t gonna spend another portion of my career wasting time and go on about redemption and comebacks. I wanted to prove that in the ring, but instead… it didn’t pan out that way. Still, shit happens, right? Sometimes, you take a gamble, a risk, and it doesn’t work like that. Whatever.
SOSA Henderson: But then… these last few weeks have been a genuine bother for me. I’m losing. Losing to Elitists I know I’m better than. People getting the social media machine working and coming up with their dumb ass, goofy, lame “SOSA ain’t the same man anymore” jokes. And you know, I usually don’t give a damn to care about what the grand majority wanna say cause I had so many people on my dick telling me I was never gonna go far at all in my career, yet here I am a grand slam champion and a hall of famer long overdue for my motherfucking crown. However, it gets to a point where everything becomes cyclic, monotonous. Hell, sometimes I feel like a damn broken record myself, and now? Enough is enough.
(His eyes focus on the camera.)
SOSA Henderson: I’m not here to do the same shit. I’m not here to be some kind of Elitist whose better days are long past him. Nah, I ain’t with that shit. And then people wanna place their expectations on me, yet when have I truly made that shit matter? I do things my way. ONLY. I’m not here to impress not a single one of you. I’m only in it to win, because guess what? I’m still one competitive motherfucker and that’s not gonna change.
SOSA Henderson: However, what is going to change is that I’m just gonna be some cool cat content with everything. What, you guys thought that just because I was National Elite champ that things were gonna be fine at that? You thought that I was gonna come on here, smile, and waste time fronting as if I ain’t like everyone else who’s JUST as selfish and JUST as hungry? You’re all bugging if you think that’s the case. This ain’t about redeeming a goddamn thing, it’s about proving that SOSA Henderson has always been the best, always been him, and not a single person on this roster can and will EVER fuck with me. Straight up. And I don’t care if that offends anyone. I don’t care if people wanna get up in their feelings or add their broke ass two cents to the conversation. All that matters is how I feel, what I want, and what I want? Is to make this show MY motherfucking show again. So, let this be an official call from my end…
(He gets a bit closer, eyes narrowing behind the shades.)
SOSA Henderson: Sooner rather than later, I’m gonna run this joint—and none of these little bitches are gonna fuck with me. Everybody can get it, I don’t care. And if folks wanna have a problem with how I talk, how I act, how I feel, then they’re more than free to step up… but it ain’t gonna end in their favor, and you can believe that. Little bitch.
(SOSA starts to walk, and approaches Michael. He shoves the microphone into his chest, causing him to stumble back. Henderson leaves the scene entirely, and the lost shot is of Michael looking on, a bit shaken up as the camera fades…)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘The Weight’ by Amigo the Devil can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience reacts loudly in unison. Kirk Redwood makes his way from the back and to the entrance ramp, keeping his eyes set directly on the ring as he doesn’t linger too much before heading down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at 210 pounds… KIRRRRRK REDWOOD!!!
Stew-O: Kirk Redwood is looking to extend himself further as an elitist not to be reckoned with here, as he is looking to go about a trajectory of momentum most suitable for becoming World Champion. He has competition in the form of a formidable opponent, as he will get to test himself all the more when encountered with the threat ahead!
Flannery McCoy: Kirk will surely make room for as much of a war for any elitist as he would like to tonight, especially with such a figure as this former World Heavyweight Champion will challenge him all the more. This can be a huge victory to gain for Kirk as he steps into the fray against Limmy Monaghan!
(‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandez can be heard throughout the speakers as the audience responds loudly for the arrival of Limmy Monaghan. The former World Champion looks ahead to the ring, focused on his match tonight as he proceeds to step himself down the ramp, prepared for his outing with Kirk Redwood.)
Stephie Love: And introducing his opponent! Residing from Golden Beach, Florida, weighing in at 227 pounds… LIMMYYYYYYYYYY MONAGHAN!!!
Stew-O: Limmy Monaghan will be looking to bolster all of the momentum forward toward the Extreme Elimination Chamber, & bring much of that into a victory to be reached, as he steps into the ring with an accomplished elitist who wants nothing more than to make a statement tonight!
Jake Mercer: With that all being said, we know that this will be an important match for Kirk Redwood to garner victory for, but also an important match for Limmy as well, as he looks to keep to bringing the victories to his side ahead of Road to Redemption as this match is looking to kick off!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Limmy Monaghan goes one on one with Kirk Redwood, as we will be expecting quite the main event on hand tonight for these two men will be entering the Extreme Elimination Chamber for the World Heavyweight Championship in some weeks! Effy is also another competitor who will be a part of that match, accompanied by Ahren at ringside as well! Limmy & Kirk are now motioning around, taking the pace to around the ring as they are looking to set their own distinct pace in this match for all that they can send toward one another for the match to come!
Flannery McCoy: As they motion forward in a collar & elbow tie-up with immediate effect! Limmy & Kirk are focused on one another and trying to press upon one another with as much pressure as possible, refusing to set themselves aside as they’re looking to overpower each other here, but this is not looking strong for Kirk here as Limmy is placing all of his strength forward to back Redwood into the ropes! The referee is now counting down here as Limmy is keeping as much pressure as possible in this match while Kirk is trying to squirm his way free from where he is positioned as well now!
Jake Mercer: And the referee is counting down to five, but Limmy slowly lets go of Kirk & raises his hands, as Kirk is doing the same here, looking to create that separation between each other as they are doing what they can here—BUT KIRK GETS HIS PALMS AROUND LIMMY’S HEAD & SENDS REPEATED KNEES ACROSS HIS ABDOMEN! Kirk is refusing to let up as Limmy is being placed within the control by Kirk Redwood as this match is kicking off into another gear! Kirk is showing an amplified level of intensity in this match as he is sounding off with each knee!
Stew-O: Kirk is not looking to let up for a single second here, as he’s trying to look for another knee—but Limmy catches his knee, an he quickly spins Kirk right around—AS HE SEEKS OUT A SUDDEN GERMAN SUPLEX—BUT KIRK WITH A BACK ELBOW! And another!!! A third forces Limmy Monaghan to let go & he can’t commit to the suplex, as Kirk staggers forward and clutches onto the ropes, as he’s now looking to continue applying all of the pressure in the world as he’s now proceeding turn & rush toward Monaghan with a BOOT—
Flannery McCoy: LIMMY DUCKS UNDER & RUSHES THE ROPES, AS KIRK TURNS—TO A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FROM LIMMY MONAGHAN THAT KNOCKS KIRK THROUGH THE ROPES!!! Limmy placed all of his momentum within that european uppercut & had no problem nailing that uppercut as he made him pay for missing the boot! Kirk is forced to roll toward the apron as he is now looking to recover quickly, but he is doing what he can to get himself back into this match while Limmy is steadily rising to his feet as well! He sees Kirk!
Jake Mercer: And Limmy knows that he’s got to keep on bringing on the pain against this guy! Kirk Redwood is not somebody that you can just easily put down, he’s gonna be a problem & you’ve got to do something about that sooner than later! Monaghan rushes toward the ropes, and proceeds to rush back toward where Kirk Redwood has positioned himself on the apron, pulling himself upward while using the ropes as Limmy is looking to return all of the fire with a running FOREARM SMASH TO PUT KIRK DOWN—
Stew-O: FORWARD HEADBUTT FROM KIRK REDWOOD STAGGERS LIMMY IMMENSELY! Limmy Monaghan has been slumped to a considerable degree as he’s now leaned over the ropes, dazed out of his mind after Kirk Redwood just sent an emphatic headbutt to catch Limmy off guard in the most monumental way possible here! Kirk sees where Limmy is situated, and he knows that he’s got to take advantage now before it’s too late and his opponent starts finding his own footing here again!
Flannery McCoy: AS KIRK APPLIES THE GUILLOTINE CHOKE WHILE LIMMY’S HEAD IS SITUATED OVER THE ROPE!! Limmy is squirming around as he’s trying to free himself from this choke but Kirk is making sure that there is no escape for him! The referee is counting down on Kirk to let go, as he is applying this choke in a position that is very much providing all of the struggle for Monaghan as he can’t get himself out of this! He could very well be disqualified from here but he is refusing to let go not even for a second, he’s making the most out of his time in this submission while he still can!
Jake Mercer: Limmy decides that he needs to take action before Kirk can take all of the advantage here of the former World Champion in this position, as Limmy fixes himself over the ropes and onto the apron—TO SHOVE KIRK DIRECTLY INTO THE RING POST BACK FIRST!!! Kirk is forced to let go as he shakes his own head, his teeth gritting as Limmy found a way to escape from that choke as he’s now coughing up a storm here! But Kirk sees red, as he’s motioning back toward Limmy and looking for the SPINNING PALM STRIKE—
Stew-O: LIMMY CATCHES THE ARM DURING THE SPIN—AND HOOKS KIRK INTO A SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX RIGHT ONTO THE ROUGH APRON!!! MY GOODNESS!! Limmy Monaghan just reversed that attempt from Kirk in an immense way as Redwood collapsed onto the ringside floor following the impact! Limmy himself is struggling now, clutching the back of his own neck after having to send such an excruciating maneuver on both fronts right over that apron as well!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Flannery McCoy: As the referee is now counting down on Kirk Redwood, who is remaining rather dormant on the ringside floor despite much of this pressure that he has been through, as he is refusing to stay down for long! Limmy is taking notice of this, and he does not seem to be all too interested in allowing Kirk Redwood to recover and find himself back in this match for long!
Jake Mercer: Limmy finds himself motioning to the ringside floor, as Kirk is dragging himself upward & able to pull himself back up with an arm over the barricade, as this is about to transition into a much more emphatic position of control for Limmy if Redwood can’t find his own way out of this! Limmy sends a sharp elbow over his upper back to keep Redwood in control! And we can see Effy deciding to garner a closer look, sitting over the steel steps as she is staring daggers toward the two men tonight, carefully assessing the threat that these two elitists may embody when they inevitably do battle inside the chamber!
Stew-O: As Limmy spares the glance, but isn’t keen on taking up much of his attention on anything that’s not his opponent, as he’s dragging Kirk into a proper stance here—BUT KIRK DRIVES LIMMY’S LOWER BACK INTO THE APRON! Limmy felt every bit of that as Kirk is now pulling Limmy right over, and looking to send enough of his own control here as—AS KIRK SENDS LIMMY RIGHT ONTO THE BARRICADE WITH AN EXPLODER SUPLEX!!! Limmy is in trouble with this predicament right here as Redwood is more than capable of looking for control!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
Flannery McCoy: The referee is counting down here! Kirk was able to send enough of a statement maker toward Limmy there with the exploder suplex, but now he needs to try and get himself back into the ring or bring Limmy back into the ring himself as he will want to take advantage with as much as he possibly can! Kirk is now dragging Limmy upward and refusing to give him any time to recover here, as he tosses him back into the ring & doesn’t refrain from getting himself back into the ring as well!
Jake Mercer: As now both elitists are situated back into the ring, with Kirk trying to shake off all of the pressure that Limmy was giving to him after that dragon suplex over the apron! A brief hand over the back of his own neck while Monaghan is steadily rising, refusing to stay down in his own right as Kirk is trying to keep this match stepping into a whole new gear from here! Limmy is motioning up to a knee but Kirk is shaking his own head vigorously as he’s now looking to make the most out of his moment HERE—
Stew-O: ‘BLITZKREIG BOP’ NAILS ACROSS THE BACK OF LIMMY’S HEAD!!! RUNNING KNEE TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD LANDS FLUSH! Kirk Redwood drops Limmy back down to the canvas as he’s now rushing himself over & pushing Monaghan right into his shoulders, hooking the leg in a hurry as the referee is sliding to the count & looking to count away on a potential victory!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Flannery McCoy: NOT ENOUGH! Limmy is able to kick out as Kirk Redwood is sitting himself upward, nodding to himself as he sees that it is going to take much more than that! Kirk is now looking to reconfigure his positioning, continuing to nod as he sees that there is so much more left to be done in this match as he is now rising upward, and Limmy is looking to stir as he does not want to stay dormant for long in this match! Kirk is looking to pull Limmy right into position, as this isn’t looking good for him!
Jake Mercer: AS HE’S LOOKING FOR THE ‘BASTARD-PLEX’—BUT LIMMY LANDS RIGHT BEHIND KIRK & SENDS A STIFF KNEE RIGHT ACROSS THE BACK OF KIRK REDWOOD!! Kirk is absolutely rocked by the knee as it sprawls across his back, dropped downward to a knee as he is left in this immensely staggered state after Monaghan managed to squirm free & land on his feet behind Kirk to prevent the suplex from going through! Now Limmy has every advantage here to put Redwood down for good in this match!
Stew-O: Limmy doesn’t seem all too interested in waiting here, as he’s now turning Kirk right around & placing him into position before he can rebound any further than where he currently is right here! Monaghan has Redwood exactly where he needs to be as he’s now hoisting Kirk upward… INTO ‘ASCALON’ AS HE SPIKES KIRK REDWOOD RIGHT ONTO THE CANVAS SKULL FIRST!!! Kirk is left laying on the canvas as Limmy is now looking to hook the leg from here! The referee proceeds to count away!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THR—
Flannery McCoy: NOT THERE! KIRK KICKS OUT!!! Limmy is nodding to himself here as he is also getting a very clear understanding of how tough Kirk Redwood truly is! Now Limmy is looking to do everything that he can to garner his own control in this match as he remains steady when moving up to his feet! Kirk is crawling himself toward the closest side of the ring as he gets his hand onto the ropes! He’s shaking his own head vigorously as the pressure is truly rising in this match! Limmy takes notice, as he RUSHES THE ROPES & BACK—
Jake Mercer: LOOKING FOR THE ‘DIABLE JAMBE’—BUT KIRK CATCHES LIMMY IN THE ‘SOLITARY CONFINEMENT’ BEFORE HE CAN EVEN LIFT THE KNEE!!! LIMMY IS IN TROUBLE!!! Kirk was able to take advantage in the most amplified manner imaginable in this match as now Limmy is in all of the trouble if this match proceeds in this fashion for the remainder of the time! Monaghan may be choked out if he can’t keep finding his own way out of here! Kirk is refusing to let go of the submission!!
Stew-O: Limmy Monaghan has been through more than his fair share of scenarios much like this one as he is looking for how he can escape a maneuver of this fashion, the submission is applied with all of the force that’s been garnered here as Kirk wants that submission victory to go through! Limmy is able to muster up the strength to lift Kirk upward, shaking his own head here as he is refusing to be left in this predicament for long as he DRIVES HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! Kirk’s upper back connects with the turnbuckle as he’s staggering away—
Flannery McCoy: ‘LETHAL ROUND’!!!! THE WESTERN LARIAT FROM KIRK REDWOOD IS ABLE TO TAKE LIMMY MONAGHAN DOWN & HE’S LEFT SLUMPED OVER THE CANVAS!!! Kirk took all of the advantage that he could after Limmy was unable to try and retaliate following the success of getting himself out of that submission, but Kirk is able to rebound! Redwood now rushes himself over to the cover here, the referee counts away!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEE—
Jake Mercer: NO! LIMMY IS ABLE TO KICK OUT!! Kirk is feeling the frustration begin to build from within himself, deep down he knows that this is one tough elitist he’s got to put down & this is not gonna be made any easier if this keeps going at this pace! Redwood is now getting himself back up, and he’s rolling right over to the apron, as he’s waiting for the former World Champ’ to get himself back up! As Kirk is rising, and Kirk has got him where he needs to be as Limmy now motions up to his feet, Kirk doesn’t waste another moment here! HE LEAPS UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE!
Stew-O: ‘.50 CAL PUNCH’—BUT LIMMY CATCHES HIM!!! HEADBUTT CATCHES KIRK IN MID-AIR!!!! THAT’LL DO IT!!! Kirk is absolutely dazed as Limmy is capable of returning the fire when it matters most, as Kirk is absolutely dazed beyond belief and now has to deal with Monaghan while he’s surely preparing to put him down! Kirk raises to his feet as Limmy doesn’t waste another second, he NAILS ‘BURNING TIDES’ WITH AUTHORITY!!! THE COVER!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: KIRK KICKS OUT—BUT LIMMY WITH THE CROSSFACE AS HE CATCHES THE ARM! HE TRAPS KIRK IN THE CROSSFACE WITH IMMEDIATE EFFECT! Kirk is in trouble!!! The crossface is in—BUT KIRK SHIFTS THROUGH THE ROPES & ONTO THE RINGSIDE FLOOR WITH LIMMY! They collapse onto the outside!
Jake Mercer: As they’re both rising again, and Limmy’s looking to aim for a BOOT—BUT KIRK SIDESTEPS & CATCHES AHREN WITH THE BOOT INSTEAD!!! Effy immediately kneels before Ahren as Limmy’s aggravated, turning back to Kirk who looks for another LARIAT—BUT LIMMY WITH A KNEE LIFT STAGGERS KIRK! Now Kirk instinctively rolls back into the ring, left in a daze!
Stew-O: But look! Ahren is glaring up at Limmy while clutching his jaw! Effy is staring daggers as well!! Limmy rolls back into the ring, as he’s eyeing toward Kirk Redwood, as he’s preparing to put him down—LOOKING FOR ‘DIVINE DEPARTURE’—
Flannery McCoy: WHAT THE—AHREN TRIPS LIMMY UP AS HE’S MOVING FROM THE CORNER! Limmy is wide eyed as he’s sparing a strong glance toward Ahren afterward—‘TILL KIRK CATCHES LIMMY WITH ‘PAROLE VIOLATION’!!!!! SPEARING RIGHT THROUGH LIMMY AS HE’S DOWN!!! KIRK HOOKS THE LEG!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… KIRKKKK REDWOOD!!!
Jake Mercer: And there you have it!!! Kirk took advantage of a precise moment where the referee’s eyes were focused on him that led Ahren to tripping up Limmy! Sure as hell won’t be looked at too nicely, but that’s an immense win for Redwood to get!
Stew-O: Absolutely, that does the trick tonight although that is not exactly a noble manner of attaining victory, yet Kirk is able to garner momentum after quite the main event tonight—
Flannery McCoy: ‘WHAT THE HELL’?!?!? ‘BULLET FROM HELL’ TO BOTH AHREN & EFFY AT RINGSIDE!!!! MICHAEL MACHINA IS HERE TO CRASH THE CELEBRATION EARLY! HE SLIDES INTO THE RING, A FATIGUED KIRK SWINGS FOR ‘LETHAL ROUND’—
Jake Mercer: ‘TILL MACHINA DUCKS UNDER & RUSHES THE ROPES—WITH A BULLET FROM HELL!!!! KIRK IS CLUTCHING ONTO HIS ABDOMEN!!!! MICHAEL SEES LIMMY AT RINGSIDE, NOT IN THE MOST IDEAL CONDITION HERE, AS MACHINA ROLLS OUT OF THE RING & MAKES THE RUN!
Stew-O: ‘BULLET FROM HELL’!!!!! MICHAEL MACHINA JUST LAID OUT EVERYBODY WITHIN THE VICINITY OF THIS RING RIGHT HERE IN SHORT TIME!!! THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION STANDS TALL TO CLOSE DYNASTY!
(Michael Machina picks up his title, looking down upon it with a nod as he raises the World Heavyweight Championship high, with heightened reactions from the audience as the rest of the field is laid out with officials roaming around as the scene fades.)
(EAW logo buzzes.)
