(IEAW intro plays…)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro hits. After a montage plays recapping the events of last week’s episode, the camera cuts to a live look of the sold-out fans. Pyro goes off on stage; then, the camera fades in on the commentary team.)
Stew-O: THE MARCH TOWARDS BRAND WARFARE CONTINUES! WE ARE TWO WEEKS AGO FROM TERRITORIAL INVASION, AND THE ACTION HAS BEEN HEATING UP AS A RESULT! WELCOME EVERYONE TO FRIDAY NIGHT DYNASTY! I AM STEW-O, AND AS ALWAYS, I AM JOINED BY JAKE MERCER AND FLANNERY MCCOY!
Jake Mercer: Everyone’s got a case of bloodlust! Everyone’s ready to prove themselves! We got our set of preview matches here tonight where our finest Elitists are looking to gain some momentum in lieu of a monumental MLE!
Flannery McCoy: And not only that, but the general managers of all three shows are here, looking to get a watch of the action themselves!
(As the shot departs from the commentary team, the scene transitions into the office of Tyrone Montgomery. The general manager of Dynasty sits by his desk, running a hand along the top of his head. Reclining back into his chair, shoulders slacken, and a sigh passes through his lips.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Chaotic, as usual. At least the bulk of the hijinks have been happening outside of this brand.
(He raises a glass, taking a healthy swig of water–at least, up until a knock is heard on the door. Tyrone immediately straightens, wiping off any dribble on his chin.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Yeah?
Security: Hey, Mr. Montgomery. The general managers are here.
(Tyrone clears his throat, brisk fingers adjusting his tie.)
Tyrone Montgomery: O-oh, right, right. Let them in; door’s open.
(And the knob turns. It doesn’t take long for Kennedy Street, Captain Charisma and Eden Sinclair to brustle in, more than eager to enter the office.)
Kennedy Street: Well, well, well—looks like someone has been on the upkeep since last year. This place looks FABULOUS, honey.
Captain Charisma: :notbad: Would be hard pressed to disagree. Very pleasing, but not too minimalistic, either.
Eden Sinclair: Does that mean you’re finally going to take up on my decor suggestions?
Captain Charisma: Weeelll, I’ll consider them once Territorial Invasion ends in our favor. It can be like a reward. :troll:
Kennedy Street: :lebum: If that’s the case, then I’m sorry to say, but your little IKEA makeover dreams are gonna have to end. Voltage ain’t leaving with a single dime.
Eden Sinclair: Hm, not too sure about that, but hey—I guess if there’s any brand that has a chance of stopping our people, it might be Showdown. Still a bit unsure about how Dynasty is going to be.
(That’s when all three look back at Tyrone, who has his hands folded neatly on the desk. He forces a smile.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Ah, yes, the classic smack talk again. Need I remind you all that we won Brand Warfare last year?
Captain Charisma: Oh, sure, but that was then and this is now. A lot can change in a span of a year, Tyrone. You should know that as well as we do.
(Tyrone nods.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Yeah, I do. Anyways, you are all more than welcome to sit down and get comfortable. I believe one of the—
(And on cue, an assistant comes over with a refreshment cart, bringing in a whole host of drinks and snacks for the others to indulge in. The managers look on, partly surprised, and impressed.)
Kennedy Smart: Now that’s what I call hospitality. Sure know how to be a cute little host.
Tyrone Montgomery: Aha, I try my best—and I certainly am trying to ensure that this week won’t end like how it did on Voltage.
(CC and Eden noticeably purse their lips.)
Captain Charisma: I can’t lie: that was a nuts scene. I didn’t think things were going to devolve like they did throughout the show, but the main event was something else. Then again, Voltage, am I right? It’s just unfortunate a winner couldn’t have been decided.
Tyrone Montgomery: Hm, think there might be a chance for some retaliation?
Eden Sinclair: Well, your Elitists aren’t exactly known for keeping things cordial. In fact, while we’re on the topic: is it *normal* for you guys to have that many security personnel around these parts? Felt like I was being checked out by the FBI or something.
Kennedy Smart: Yeah, no kidding! Guess the folks here been extra rowdy.
Tyrone Montgomery: Ahaha, well, I didn’t go *too* far, but I figured it would be nice to have some additional reinforcements. We all saw for ourselves how the lead-up to Territorial Invasion can get mighty ugly quickly, so for the safety of both ourselves *and* the talent, I figured it would’ve been the best course of action to just have some back-up. You know, just in case.
(Tyrone scratches the back of his neck. The other three cock their brows.)
Captain Charisma: Right, uh, guess that makes sense. Anyways, I’m looking forward to the matches tonight. Whole lot of momentum that can be captured for us on our end since last week was hectic.
Kennedy Street: A lot of momentum for y’all? You sure are one cocky guy, huh?
Captain Charisma: Considering my team won War Games a year ago, I think I have all the right in the world to be that.
Eden Sinclair: Yeah, the Showdown Cinderella run two years ago was cute, Kennedy, but it’s 2026. Voltage has historically walked away with some pretty big wins. I don’t think that’s going to be changing.
Kennedy Street: Don’t be so sure on that, honey, because my Elitists have been cohesive throughout from top to bottom. Everyone’s eyeing a win because they know how important it can be for them, and nothing is going to be stopping them—and that hunger isn’t going to be stopped tonight.
Tyrone Montgomery: That’s fine and dandy; truly, it is, but all three of you are forgetting that this is my show? And I don’t think my talent is going to fail when they know you’re all going to be watching them.
Eden Sinclair: Pfft. If only that was the reality. Things are crumbling everywhere we look, Tyrone. Are you sure they’re going to rise to the occasion tonight?
(Tyrone can see how all three of them are looking at him, still having their doubts; some made known, others remaining within the surface. However, he nods, and he speaks with added assurance.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Of course. Again, things haven’t been smooth, but through troubled waters, Dynasty knows how to hit land. That isn’t going to change. In fact? I believe things will be better once Territorial Invasion ends in our favor. I plan to reward the winners handsomely and make it known that their allegiance–regardless of recent mishaps–won’t go unnoticed. I just want them all to do well. That’s it.
Kennedy Street: Guess we’ll see soon enough, but if I have anything to say? I think Mia is gonna nail this little homecoming and show you that she’s someone who is worth being valued.
Captain Charisma: Mia’s a good talent, no doubt about it, but Eris is on a different level. She really has made a name for herself quickly. Avril Williams is on her way if she uses this as an opportunity for herself.
Kennedy Street: Oh, she’s a cutie, and a great wrestler too, but Artemis is hungry honey! He’s got a lot to prove—just like Damien. He really has been putting his foot on the gas and I couldn’t be more proud, but tonight, he’s gonna win and seal the deal in the main event!
Tyrone Montgomery: You guys sure are having a ball of a time here…
(Tyrone glances up, seeing the door is slightly cracked. A security guard looks through, and asks something with only their eyes. Tyrone nods. They nod back and head off, quietly sealing the door.)
Tyrone Montgomery: … but, at the end of the day, this is our show, and Dynasty isn’t going to lose. I’m sure of it.
(The other GMs snicker. Tyrone’s fingers lighty drum against the desk. Uncertainty remains, but the shot fades from there, and transitions to ringside where Stephie Love is on standby.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Stephie Love: And it is a triple threat match!
(‘Burn Victim’ by Methwitch is the first theme song that the fans hear, as Eris Morti crawls out from the back, white smoke clouding the stage as she does so. She pops up to her feet and laughs as the fans mostly boo her, though there are some fans of Morti in the building. Eris stomps down the ramp, not caring how the fans react, as long as they make noise. She slides into the ring with a grin on her face, awaiting her opponents.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, weighing in at 130 pounds, from Parts Unknown, she is “DOMINA MORTIS” … ERRRIIIISSSSS!! MOORTTTTIIIIII!!!
(‘DICTATOR’ by REI AMI hits the PA speakers and Mia Santoro emerges from the crowd to a loud chorus of boos. She looks around at the fans in disgust, hardly even wanting to acknowledge their presence. She hops over the barricade, relieved to be free of their presence, as she slides into the ring and extends her arms out to even more boos.)
Stephie Love: Next, weighing in at 115 pounds, from Key West, Florida, “THE OBSESSION” MIIIAAAAAAAAA!!! SANNTTTOOORRRROOOOOO!!!
(‘Nakamura’ by Lil Uzi Vert then hits the speakers and KASAI strides out from the back. She oozes confidence as she makes her way down the ramp, also not worried about the crowd reaction. KASAI makes her way to the ring, going to the ropes and posing up on the ropes.)
Stephie Love: Lastly, weighing in at 145 pounds, from Amani, Kagoshima, Japan, she is the 2026 EMPRESS OF ELITE! “THE MATRIARCH” … KKKKAAAASSSSAAAAAIIIII!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: An opportunity to gain momentum before Territorial Invasion is upon all three women! Eris Morti from Voltage, KASAI from Dynasty, and Mia Santoro from Showdown are all looking to pick up one more win to give themselves and their team some momentum going into the Brand Warfare match!
Jake Mercer: All three women share a glance at each other, and then step to the center! KASAI forearms Santoro! Santoro fires back! These two women have had their fair share of interacting with each other, especially when Santoro was part of Dynasty, and that desire to be better than the other has arisen! Morti sees this and she dropkicks both women into their knees, bringing them down to their fours!
Flannery McCoy: Morti runs off the ropes, but they rise to their feet and swing a clothesline at the same time! Morti ducks, and she tucks her head under both women’s arms, trying for a back suplex! No! They stall it and spin around, lifting Morti up for a double suplex instead! The least experienced woman in this match is quick to make the veteran move of rolling out of the ring.
Stew-O: Santoro and KASAI share another glance, then KASAI swings a kick to the ribs! Santoro spins her around and elbows her in the jaw! Santoro bounces off the ropes, but KASAi responds with a spinning thrust kick to the abdomen! KASAI runs the ropes, but Santoro runs right for her with a lariat against the ropes! KASAI winces as Santoro takes the wrist for an irish whip, but KASAI reverses it!
Jake Mercer: She runs forward for a flying hip attack, but Santoro catches the waist and throws her overhead with a german suplex! KASAI bounces, clutching the back of her head in pain. Santoro picks KASAI up and takes the wrist, twirling underneath. KASAI tries for a russian legsweep, but Santoro drops down and rolls KASAI over her shoulder.
Flannery McCoy: KASAI looks back up and Santoro is trying for a rolling thunder dropkick, but she evades it and Santoro crashes back first onto the ropes! She clutches at her spine in agony, meanwhile KASAI bounces off the ropes and soars into a double foot stomp to the chest! She then steps out of the ring and climbs up to the top rope….
Stew-O: Only for Morti to hop onto the apron and shove her off the top rope! KASAI crashes to the floor, holding her knee in pain. Eris climbs up the top rope, wanting to inflict damage of her own upon the former Specialists Champion. MORTI WITH A FLYING CROSSBODY! She brings Santoro down and she hooks the legs!
OOONNNNEEE—
Jake Mercer: Kick out from Santoro! Eris shakes her head. Mia pushes up to her feet, shaking her head. Morti with an elbow to the jaw! Santoro falls against the ropes, and Eris takes the wrist for an irish whip, but Santoro reverses it! She tries for a back body drop, but Morti comes to a halt, immediately hooking the arms of Santoro as she’s hunched over and she tosses her with a butterfly suplex!
Flannery McCoy: Santoro holds her back, grimacing. Eris rises to her feet, dragging Santoro up. She nails her with an elbow to the jaw, and then she turns her around. Morti hooks both arms, trying for a tiger suplex, but Santoro stalls it, resisting it with all of her might! Eris tries again, but Santoro runs up the ropes, flipping over the shoulder of Morti! She then leaps onto the shoulders of Eris, spinning around her body and bringing her down with a hurricanrana into the middle rope!
Stew-O: Devastating impact! Eris is seated in the corner, and KASAI rolls in! She sees Santoro in sight and charges forward into a dropkick, but Mia sends her into Eris and it becomes a HESITATION DROPKICK INSTEAD! An unintentional measure of revenge over Morti! KASAI rises and she ducks Santoro’s attempt at a punch!
Jake Mercer: KASAI drives a knee into the abdomen of Santoro, and then she bounces off the ropes, bringing her down with a beautiful scissors kick! KASAI rises up to her feet and she’s really feeling it now! Eris crawls out of the corner, holding her jaw in pain. KASAI lifts her up and she leans her onto the ropes. She shoots her across the ring and catches Morti off the ropes with a TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER! Right into the cover!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWW—
Flannery McCoy: Only for Eris to kick out! KASAI immediately takes that arm and lays it down, leaping into a knee drop to the bicep! Eris curses out in pain, then KASAI lays it down for a second knee drop! She hooks the arm, pulling her down into an armbar! Morti yells out in pain, trying to fight it! KASAI continues to pull back on the arm, stretching it out!
Stew-O: While KASAI has it in, Santoro comes from out of nowhere with a rolling senton straight to the ribs of KASAI! She rolls away, kicking her legs on the mat. Mia pulls KASAI up and throws her out of the ring! She whips her hair back, proud of herself, but KASAI landed onto the apron! Santoro pulls Morti up to her feet… but Eris shoves her away!
Jake Mercer: Santoro turns on the impact, and KASAI nails her with a roundhouse kick to the skull! Mia falls backwards, and Eris grabs the waist, using the momentum to bring her down for an O’Connor Roll! The referee quickly makes the cover, and KASAI is trying to get back in!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!
Flannery McCoy: Before three, Santoro shoves Morti off of her! She staggers forward into KASAI, but KASAI hooks the head and pulls her over the top rope! Eris goes crashing straight to the floor, and KASAI quickly runs up to the top rope. Santoro frantically makes her way up to her feet, but a flying knee from KASAI brings her right back down to the canvas!
Stew-O: That was beautiful! KASAI is feeling it now! Santoro rolls over, and she slowly rises. KASAI leaps into another knee, and Santoro stays up onto her feet this time! KASAI quickly heaves her up into a fireman’s carry, but before she can captialize, Santoro starts raking the eyes! She digs her fingers into the eyes of KASAI, then drops down and hooks the head!
Jake Mercer: Mia leaps off of her feet, planting KASAI into the canvas with a brutal spike DDT! KASAI bounces up to a seated position, then slowly crumbles down to her back. Santoro rolls over, looking at KASAI still hurting. She backs up, waiting for KASAI to rise to her feet… slowly, she does that, reaching for Santoro’s boot.
Flannery McCoy: KASAI misses her chance to grab at it, as Santoro swiftly runs past her and she leaps up to the middle rope! Now KASAI is up to her feet and she looks up, just as Santoro brings her down with ‘WOLFSBANE!’ THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER CONNECTS! KASAI’S HEAD HITS THE CANVAS HARD AND SANTORO ROLLS HER OVER FOR THE LEGS!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!
Stew-O: MORTI ROLLS IN AND BREAKS THE PIN! Mia rolls away, covering the back of her head. But Eris quickly rises to her feet and mounts her, sending repeated elbows down to the back of the head! Santoro is trying to cover up to the best of her ability, but Morti is really on fire after being sent crashing to the floor! She rises and spots KASAI, seeing her opportunity to take this match over!
Jake Mercer: KASAI slowly rises to her feet, and Morti bounces out of the corner! SPEEEAARRRRR! SHE JUST FLATTENED KASAI IN HALF! ONCE AGAIN, KASAI IS TAKEN OUT OF THE EQUATION! But before she can get to the pinfall, Santoro immediately with a clothesline to the back of the head! She drags Morti up and throws her out of the way, but KASAI rolls out of the ring before she can reach her!
Flannery McCoy: Santoro sneers out of anger as KASAI goes down, and she turns back to Morti, who charges in for ANOTHER one, but this time, she evades it! Morti bounces off of the ropes, and Santoro with a boot to the side of the head! Eris is on wobbly legs, and Santoro runs off the ropes again, looking for ‘KILLING MOON!’ THE ROLLING WHEEL KIC—IS CAUGHT IN MID-AIR! Eris takes her leg and then propels her up into a fireman’s carry lift!
Jake Mercer: Morti marches to the center of the ring, taking Santoro out with a DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Santoro nearly got dropped on her neck right there! Eris grimaces, leaning on her side. Santoro is still out on the canvas, while Eris shakes her wrist out. Santoro rolls over, trying to get back up to her feet, but Eris is already working on getting her up!
Stew-O: Quickly, she snags her into a gutwrench position, as she spins into ‘THE COBALT!’ CHRIST! SIT-OUT POWERBOMB! RIGHT ONTO THE NECK OF SANTORO! AGAIN, SHE GOES TO THE COVER!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!
TTTHHH—
Flannery McCoy: KASAI WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! MORTI COLLAPSES STRAIGHT TO THE CANVAS! KASAI pulls Morti off of the mat and she throws her out of the ring to the apron! She exits with her and she starts sending a knee to the side of Eris’s head, over and over! KASAI staggers backwards, leaning against the apron, and then she begins to climb the middle rope!
Jake Mercer: Morti has no clue where she’s at, as KASAI points down, wanting a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO THE CHEST—but Morti rolls in just in time! KASAI shakes her head out of frustration. She places a leg over the top rope and swivels, climbing up top, but Eris runs over and grabs the ankle, yanking her off the top rope, as she lands back first onto the turnbuckle!
Stew-O: Eris watches KASAI bounce off and she runs the ropes, looking to set up for—KASAI ducks underneath! Thrust kick right after, stunning Morti! Morti stumbles into KASAI, who spins around and catches her with ‘ABDICATION!’ THE DOUBLE KNEE FACEBREAKER! KASAI HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!
TTTHHH—
Flannery McCoy: BUT ERIS KICKS OUT JUST IN TIME! An incredibly close call, and all three women are really throwing everything at the wall right now! KASAI shakes her head and she grabs Morti by the hair, beginning to drag her backwards…
Stew-O: While KASAI is focused on doing that, Santoro has had ample time to recover! She crawls behind KASAI, then she grabs her down by the gear and she pulls her down into a schoolboy rollup while KASAI was focused on getting Morti in position! Santoro might steal it here!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!
Jake Mercer: Quick kick out from KASAI! Both women rise, and KASAI swings a buzzsaw kick to Santoro’s head! Mia ducks in time, and KASAI nails Morti instead! That’s the second time in this match Eris was caught in the crossfire of KASAI going for Santoro! Mia quickly rises, wrapping her arms around the waist of KASAI as she spins into a devastating saito suplex! That could’ve knocked KASAI out right there!
Stew-O: Mia slowly rises, gasping for air. KASAI has no clue of where she’s at right now, and that’s really going to play to Mia’s favor! She grabs KASAI up by the head and she hooks the leg, trying for ‘BLACKEST HOUR’ — NO! KASAI spins around! BACKSTABBER! DOWN GOES SANTORO! KASAI rolls to her side, feeling it now! She slaps the mat repeatedly, wanting this one to be over with!
Flannery McCoy: Again, it’s KASAI grabbing the hair of Santoro, pulling her up to her feet! She lets go, backing up as she swings into ‘MATRICIDE!’ BUT SANTORO DUCKS HER HEAD DOWN! An electric chair lift, quickly bringing KASAI up onto her shoulders! Santoro is struggling to carry the weight of KASAI, as both women begin to stumble towards the turnbuckle!
Jake Mercer: KASAI grabs the top rope, hanging onto it for dear life! In a triple threat, the referee isn’t enforcing those rules to let go of the ropes! KASAI is doing everything that she can to get free, but Santoro is persistent! Now Santoro climbs the middle rope with that electric chair still in place! KASAI sends some heavy handed punches to the nose!
Stew-O: She begins to free herself, placing her legs onto the top rope! Santoro keeps fighting it, but KASAI with a back elbow! Another one! Morti sees her opportunity and she runs up the middle rope, punching KASAI in the back! Santoro punches KASAI in the back as well! Both women grab onto KASAI, looking to lift her off the top rope!
Flannery McCoy: Not so easy! KASAI is grabbing onto that ring post for dear life! She sends a back elbow to Santoro! And then one to Morti! She’s fighting for dear life! Santoro begins to climb the top rope with KASAI, holding onto her neck…
Jake Mercer: BUT MIA GETS TOO CLOSE! KASAI YANKS THE HAIR OF SANTORO AND SHE DRIVES HER FORWARD! SANTORO GOES FLYING FACE-FIRST INTO THE RING POST, AND SHE COLLAPSES OFF THE TOP ROPE AND SLOWLY FALLS TO THE APRON!
Stew-O: Morti watches Santoro go down in shock, and this leaves her susceptible to the STRONGEST back elbow that KASAI could possibly throw right now! She winded it up, and Morti goes flying off the middle rope! She holds her eye in pain, and with no time to recover based on what just happened…
Flannery McCoy: KASAI is standing tall on the top rope and she ROTATES off, leaping into ‘KITSUNE’S BLESSING V2!’ THE MOONSTOMP CONNECTS! AND HER FEET CRASH RIGHT INTO THE RIBS OF MORTI! THAT MAY HAVE KNOCKED ALL OF THE WIND OUT OF HER, AS KASAI HOOKS THE LEGS FOR THE COVER!
OOOONNNNNEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWOOOOOO!!
TTTTHHHHRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here is your winner of this match, KKKKAAASSSSAAAAIIIIII!!!
(KASAI rolls off of Morti as ‘Nakamura’ begins playing. She looks around and smirks, feeling worse for wear after a vicious match. Morti is holding at her ribs in agony, and Santoro is still knocked out cold on the floor. She rises to her feet and the referee takes her arm, raising it up high.)
Jake Mercer: KASAI really had to work for that one tonight! There was a lot of incentive to leave with the win, but the Empress of Elite reminds everyone why she earned that moniker in the first place! Nothing to be ashamed of for these women!
Stew-O: Morti showed a lot of poise tonight, but when you see someone’s face crash into steel at such a quick, brutal speed, it is sure to catch you off guard! KASAI was calm and composed while Santoro and Morti tried to rush her demise, and it ended up failing the both of them.
Flannery McCoy: I sure hope that Santoro will be able to make it to Territorial Invasion, because she’s still sleeping outside! Nonetheless, congratulations to KASAI. She has to be feeling good with Territorial Invasion approaching!
(A commercial plays for Territorial Invasion.)
(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades to a view of the backstage hallways where two faces that don’t belong to the brand can be seen arriving and subsequently walking through the halls; it is none other than Selina Reyes and Grace De Luca.)
Selina Reyes: The Oryx Queen on Friday Night Dynasty… an unusual sight, to say the least; and yet, with ToXXXin’s ambitions being as lofty as they are, this was bound to happen at some point or another.
Grace De Luca: And I’d hate to let the EAW Universe down when ALL of them want more Grace De Luca on their screens! Why only limit myself to Showdown when I can show up on EAW programming as many days of the week as I want!
Grace De Luca: PLUS! WHEN I become the EAW Specialists Champion, I’ll NEED to show up to every brand possible because EVERYONE will want a shot at chasing perfection! Not that they’ll, you know, succeed when they try, but that’s pretty much how things are supposed to go down in the first place and that’s what it’ll end up being!
Selina Reyes: Ha.
Grace De Luca: Hm? I didn’t say a joke, did I? Why the laugh?
Selina Reyes: Haha. Two in a row; you really are funny, Grace. Making the joke and acting like the joke wasn’t said in the first place?
Grace De Luca: ARRGH! If you’re TRYING to anger me with that pompous attitude, you sure are doing a good job of it! I get what you’re trying to say, but NO, I’m NOT joking, and if you think I am, the only joke here is YOU.
(Suddenly, Delaney Rhodes appears into the video feed after hearing the commotion.)
Selina Reyes: Oh, great, and now the entire set is present… not that that piece really matters in the grand scheme of things, of course.
Delaney Rhodes: Excuse ME?
Selina Reyes: As I was saying, Grace… I’m not trying to be pompous at all. I’m just being realistic about the situation. You don’t truly think you’re capable of overcoming anyone from ToXXXin, are you?
Selina Reyes: This entire setup was designed for ToXXXin to finish setting up total domination across the company. Minerva is going to continue reigning as the Universal Women’s Champion, Daniella Atlas is going to become the number one contender for the EAW World Championship and go on to win that too, and I’m going to beat you and this one over here to become the EAW Specialists Champion. That’s just the truth of the matter, so you have from now until Territorial Invasion to come to terms with that.
Grace De Luca: You haven’t really DONE anything to warrant that type of attitude with me; I’M the Paradigm of Perfection! I’m LITERALLY perfect! What do you have to your name? A faction of wrestlers that are better than you? A title that doesn’t mean anything because you don’t have a tag team partner heading into this one?
Delaney Rhodes: Hold on–
Grace De Luca: You, stop. I’m not in the mood to talk to a buffoon. Selina, the fact of the matter is that this match exists to finally crown ME; I’m already perfect, so getting the championship gold to match is just the next piece in the puzzle!
Selina Reyes: If you think the only reason I won the tag team championships is because I had someone to stand beside, then this match will be even easier than I thought. You can team up with that one over there and make it seem like a tag team title match if you want, but the only woman getting her arm raised at the end of the night is me.
Selina Reyes: Once that’s said and done, you won’t be able to say I’ve only won a title because of my partner and you won’t be able to say that I’m a fluke champion, because I’ll end every narrative against me out there when I become a two time champion in EAW.
Grace De Luca: And I’m sure you will, SOME day! But you’re DELUSIONAL if you think that’s happening at Territorial Invasion at MY expense!
Delaney Rhodes: ENOUGH. I understand that you both are more experienced than me in EAW and Selina even had a title reign in the past, but if you have enough of a mind to open your ears for one second, then let me issue a very clear warning.
Delaney Rhodes: If you underestimate me heading into our triple threat, you won’t need to worry about debating Selina’s second title win against Grace’s first, because NEITHER of you will be walking out of there with that opportunity. What I lack in experience, I make up for in competitive fervor; Kassidy Heart threw herself at a rookie like me and I didn’t back down an inch. Win or lose, I took that match in stride, gave it everything I had, and pushed her to her limit.
(Delaney points to both of them.)
Delaney Rhodes: If you think I’m willing to stand up to a monster like her, what do you think I’ll be willing and able to do to two elitists that underestimate me with far less of a resume to back up the arrogance? I may have walked away from that match with a broken finger, and I’m willing to take that injury in stride and fight my way through it all; what you two need to understand is that if you try to disregard me…
(She glances down at her broken finger before glancing back at them.)
Delaney Rhodes: The only thing that’ll be left shattered after our triple threat at Territorial Invasion are your massive egos.
(Finally, a light smile appeared on Delaney Rhodes’ face.)
Delaney Rhodes: And with that… consider that your official welcome to my brand. It’ll be the last time you’ll be seeing it for a while, because I’M going to take that Specialists Championship from Saori and defend it all throughout Elite Answers Wrestling. When that happens and you want to try to test your luck against me a second time… I’ll be waiting.
(She storms off after making her grand declaration, leaving Selina and Grace looking pissed off at her standing up for herself; the video lingers on the two of them before fading to black.)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns to show the backstage area. There, the crowd inside of the arena boos as Jamie Valdez is seen. She’s seated on a nearby production crate, scrolling through her phone and minding her business. But before she can get any further, she notices someone approach her.)
Jamie Valdez: Hm?
(Jamie looks up, immediately eyeing the person as she raises an eyebrow.)
Jamie Valdez: What the hell do you want?
(Haruka Kashimashi is seen, as she crosses her arms, a glare on her face.)
Haruka Kashimashi: I just wanted to give you a warning, my little play thing… Territorial Invasion is coming up, and it appears that we’re in a match together for a Unique Opportunity, isn’t that just delectable? That match is as good as MINE, and I’m going to make sure that I take it and show the world to never forget me again. Do I make myself clear?
(Jamie stands up, approaching her.)
Jamie Valdez: I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re kidding yourself if you thik anyone but ME is winning that match. I have been snubbed from every opportunity that this brand has given to me, and I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to let it happen again. Now get the hell out of my way.
(Jamie brushes past Haruka, as she doesn’t stop her. Haruka merely brings her head backward with a smirk on her face.)
Haruka Kashimashi: See you there!
(Haruka skips off, Jamie pausing for a moment with a disgusted expression on her face, before she shakes her head and continues on. But before she can fully leave… someone is seen storming past her. Kendall Von is seen approaching the office of Tyrone Montgomery, as she looks to slam on the door repeatedly)
Kendall Von: TYRONE! WE NEED TO TALK!
(Jamie chuckles in amusement, as she opts to instead turn around and make her way toward her.)
Jamie Valdez: What’s wrong? Something happen to really piss you off?
Kendall Von: Are you surprised?! This brand has done everything to hold me down, and that is something that is way below my tax bracket, thank you very much! So I’m going to get this fixed right now.
Jamie Valdez: Actually, I agree with you.
Kendall Von: … Really?
Jamie Valdez: Yeah! I actually think that this company is holding actual legitimate talent down… you’re just not one of them.
Kendall Von: …
(Kendall stares at her in bewilderment, as her eyes flutter.)
Kendall Von: I don’t have time for this…
(BANG! BANG! BANG!)
Kendall Von: TYRONE! OPEN THIS DOOR!
(Jamie holds up her arms as she begins to walk backward.)
Jamie Valdez: If anything, you should be real careful about saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. You never know what could happen…
Kendall Von: Are you threatening me right now???
Jamie Valdez: Pft… absurd…
(Kendall is about to respond, but before she can…)
???: Come in!
(Jamie shakes her head with a smirk as she takes her leave. Kendall opts to ignore her as she kicks the door open, quickly approaching Tyrone, who is seen behind his desk, having possibly heard the conflict that was going on outside his office.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Kendall, how can I help you-
Kendall Von: What you did for Delaney was absolutely absurd! For what?! Beating me?! She got lucky! She doesn’t deserve that at all! If anything, I should be the one having that opportunity.
Tyrone Montgomery: I don’t know why you’re complaining, Kendall. If anything, you should be happy that you’re in the Unique Opportunity match at Territorial Invasion.
Kendall Von: Why should I be??? An opportunity that I have no idea what it could entail. I know you, Tyrone; you’ve been nothing but deceitful these past couple of weeks. This could all be a ruse. Convince me otherwise.
Tyrone Montgomery: Well, frankly, Kendall… you’re convincing me to take you out of this match.
Kendall Von: Excuse you???
Tyrone Montgomery: I don’t know; I just don’t think people like you should be in a Unique Opportunity match. Kind of gives off the wrong impression, if you know what I mean…
(Kendall can’t believe what she’s hearing; she’s actually kind of taken aback by this, but before she can say anything else, a voice booms through the room, as the already ajar door is seen slowly creaking back open.)
King Sulyvahn IV: I hope I’m not interrupting anything…
(Tyrone peers over the shoulder of Kendall, as his face lights up.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Sulyvahn, I’m actually glad that you’re here. You can help me settle this issue that I’m having.
(Sulyvahn looks confused, looking over at Kendall before shrugging his shoulders, beginning to approach.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Sure, what seems to be the problem?
(Kendall looks at both of them in pure bewilderment. She shakes her head, letting out a cry of frustration.)
Kendall Von: All of you… This brand… INSANE!
(Kendall turns and storms out of the office, as Sulyvahn turns to Tyrone.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Was it something I did?
Tyrone Montgomery: Not at all. If anything… I think that calls for a deduction of pay for Ms. Von after the display that she’s just shown in my office. I actually wanted to introduce you to someone, Sulyvahn, if you don’t mind.
King Sulyvahn IV: Hm?
(Tyrone gestures toward the door, as someone is seen strutting past Kendall, who is already long gone, and entering the office herself.)
Venus De Martin: Jeez. Fuck is up with her?
(Tyrone waves off the question, as he glances at Sulyvahn.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Sulyvahn, I’d like you to be formally introduced to Venus De Martin. I know this may seem out of left field, but the two of you are Elitists that I was very keen on welcoming to the Dynasty brand, and I’m glad that it came to fruition. You two were quick to make names for yourselves in your own respective ways, and I trust that this Unique Opportunity match coming up is another chance to show EAW exactly what you have to bring to the table.
King Sulyvahn IV: I wouldn’t say making a name for yourself is having yourself nailed to a cross in the name of a blasphemer.
Tyrone Montgomery: :krabs:
King Sulyvahn IV: But nonetheless…
(Sulyvahn holds out his hand to Venus.)
King Sulyvahn IV: If Tyrone wants us to be introduced, then by all means… I am King Sulyvahn IV, but you can call me Leon.
(Venus looks down at the hand before looking up at him, almost a disgusted expression on her face.)
Venus De Martin: I’m good. Is that the only reason that I’m here? I understand that I’m a hot commodity and deserve to be treated as such, but “The Don Diva” has better things to be doing right now than to be treated to some sort of welcoming party.
Tyrone Montgomery: I’ll actually get to that-
(Before Tyrone can finish, shouting is heard in the hallway. Security is quickly seen rushing past the doorway, and as the fight begins to come into view, Kendall Von has seemingly gotten herself into a fight with both Jamie Valdez and Haruka Kashimashi that has begun to spiral out of control!)
Tyrone Montgomery: Excuse me, one moment. Please make yourselves comfortable! LADIES!
(Tyrone rushes out of the office to help break up the fight. Sulyvahn glances over at Venus in confusion.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Quite a confusing guy, isn’t he?
(Venus scoffs as she rolls her eyes.)
Venus De Martin: Something we can agree on, I guess.
(It’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled forrr… ONE FALL!!!
(“The End” by The Doors began to play through the speakers of the arena, signaling the arrival of Yanni Killebrew! He stepped out onto the stage with a scowl on his face. Not much of a delight to the fans as they were booing loudly.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first.. hailing from Woodstock, New York and weighing in at 220lbs!! He is THE BASILISK KING!!! YANNIIII KILLEBREWWW!!!
(Yanni Killebrew made his way down to the ring, entering it and backing into the corner as he waited for the second opponent in this match. Though he didn’t have to wait for long as “Swag Surfin” by F.L.Y ft. Easton blasted through the speakers of the arena! Artemis Jones stepped out onto the stage, a huge smirk on his face as he was rubbing his hands together..)
Stephie Love: And his opponent! Hailing from Huntington Beach, California!! Weighing in at 250lbs! Representing Showdown! He is.. TOO SWAG!! ARTEMIS JONEEEES!!!
(Artemis climbed into the ring, staring down Yanni Killebrew with a smile on his face, nodding and looking ready to go. As finally “The Best Damn Thing” by Avril Lavigne began to play through the speakers! And following it out right after.. was Avril Williams!! Who had a bright smile on her face..)
Stephie Love: And their opponent!! Hailing from Seattle, Washington!! Representing Voltage!! She is the SK8ER Girl!! AVRILLLL WILLIAMS!!!
(Avril finally entered the ring, backing into her corner as it was time now for this match to get underway as all 3 competitors scanned the ring, looking at one another..)
(DING!!! DING!! DING!!!)
Stew-O: Here we go! Three superstars from three different brands all in one ring, a bit of a preview of Divide and Conquer!! and the match is starting to get underway as each competitor steps out of their corners. But.. WHOA!! Wait!! YANNI JUST BLASTED AVRIL BACK INTO HER CORNER WITH A RUNNING FOREARM TO THE FACE!!!
Flannery McCoy: I see we’re starting this match off with some heat aren’t we..? This may be about more than just “brand representation” for Yanni! But from behind.. Artemis turns him around and… A HUGE HEADBUTT FROM ARTEMIS JONES!! It sends Yanni stumbling back..
Jake Mercer: Oh here comes Avril! She explodes out of the corner with a picture perfect dropkick to Artemis Jones!! But Jones goes crashing into Yanni and it sends the two men crashing to the floor at ringside!!
Stew-O: Avril Williams seems to be fired up here! She rushes the ropes!! Rebounding off of them and into a cartwheel, before doing a MOONSAULT OVER THE TOP ROPE AND LANDING ONTO ARTEMIS AND YANNI WITH A SASUKE SPECIAL!!!
Flannery McCoy: Avril Williams! This crowd is on fire! She wastes no time, grabbing Yanni Killebrew up onto his feet and rolling him into the ring, Avril rolls in afterwards and goes to hook the leg!
(ONNNNEEEE!!!)
(TW—)
Jake Mercer: NO!! ARTEMIS JONES COMES CRASHING DOWN ON AVRIL WITH A LEG DROP TO BREAK THE PIN!!!
Stew-O: Artemis rolls her over and hooks her leg for the pin! The ref slides down onto the canvas and begins the count, slapping their hand down onto the canvas!
(ONEEEEE!!!)
(TWO—)
Flannery McCoy: Avril kicks out! But as Avril kicked out, Artemis got to his feet!! Yanni Killebrew was waiting behind him!! Yanni scooped him up from under the arm!! Going for a.. GERMAN SUPLEX!! Looking to send Artemis crashing to the canvas!!
Jake Mercer: But Artemis sent an elbow into the side of Yanni’s head, causing him to stumble back! Though as he did, Avril was already up onto her feet! And she leveled Artemis with a huge.. Superkick right under the jaw!! But Yanni rushed in at Avril.. nailing her with a huge Big boot to the face!!
Stew-O: Avril was sent crashing down onto the canvas! While Artemis was still stunned!! Yanni Killebrew turned around towards Artemis and… ARTEMIS SCOOPED YANNI UP!! PLANTING HIM DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A SAMOAN DROP!!
Flannery McCoy: Avril was back up onto her feet. She swung at Artemis for a huge Lariat!! But Artemis ducked under it!! Avril turned around!! And…
Artemis Jones: (off-mic) SWAG!!
Jake Mercer: ARTEMIS JUST CLOCKED AVRIL WITH A HUGE RIGHT HAND TO THE JAW!! Avril stumbled back!! But Artemis wasn’t done!! He was loading up that arm, the crowd rising to their feet as they screamed in unison!! As did Artemis!
Artemis Jones: (off-mic) SWAG!!
(CRACK!!!)
Stew-O: Avril Williams just caught Artemis Jones over the head with a Roundhouse kick!! Artemis spun around and into Avril’s grasp!! But.. YANNI WAS BACK UP!! And now he had his grasp around Avril’s waist!! Hoisting her up as Avril hoisted Artemis up!! YANNI KILLEBREW WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX TO AVRIL AS AVRIL HIT ARTEMIS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
Flannery McCoy: But Yanni Killebrew kept Avril bridged for a pin!! The ref is quick to slide down into the cover for the pin!!
(ONEEEE!!)
(TWWWWO!!!)
(TH—)
Jake Mercer: No! Avril Williams kicks out again!! Yanni Killebrew pounces onto Artemis Jones, hooking the leg for the count!!
(ONEEEE!!!)
(TWWWOO!!)
(THR—)
Stew-O: Artemis Jones kicks out as well!!
Flannery McCoy: Yanni Killebrew doesn’t look all too happy about that. He thought that he had won the match right there. Yanni Killebrew isn’t wasting any time though! As soon as Artemis kicked out.. Yanni grabbed hold of Artemis.. APPLYING A CROSSFACE!! Looking to tap Artemis out!!
Jake Mercer: Artemis was starting to look worse for wear here! He raised that had as he was about to TAP—
Stew-O: FROM THE HEAVENS!! AVRIL WILLIAMS CAME CRASHING DOWN ONTO YANNI WITH A 450 SPLASH!! “DIRTY LITTLE SECRET!!” CONNECTED!!!
Flannery McCoy: Where the hell did she even come from!? Avril couldn’t capitalize for a pin as she grabbed her abdomen. So she rolled to her feet instead, grabbing Yanni Killebrew to his feet and hoisting him onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry!! Avril rolled towards the corner!! With a.. ROLLING FIREMAN CARRY SENTON!! And she leapt up onto the ropes before leaping off into a Backflip onto Yanni!! “YOU CAN’T ESCAPE!!!”
Jake Mercer: Avril just came crashing down onto Yanni Killebrew hard! And she goes into hooking the leg off of impact for the pin to end this match!! However, before the referee can get the count off…ARTEMIS CRUSHES BOTH YANNI AND AVRIL WITH A RUNNING SENTON!!
Stew-O: These three have been on go since the beginning of the bell!! Yanni Killebrew has rolled to the outside of the ring! But Avril is writhing in pain right now, grabbing at her back. However, Artemis looked to target said back as he grabbed her legs and turned her onto her stomach …applying a BOSTON CRAB ONTO AVRIL!!!
Flannery McCoy: Avril is in immense pain here!! But she is immediately looking to fight back as she’s trying to push up and onto her hands! Looking to grab onto the ropes or anything to get her out of this!
Jake Mercer: I don’t believe the ropes would matter in a triple threat match as it is automatically a No DQ… either way Artemis has Avril trapped—
(CRACK!!!)
Stew-O: Yanni Killebrew was looking to break up the submission!! But he was caught with a SUPERKICK from Artemis! Avril finally getting to her feet.. Avril was getting to her feet now as Artemis rushed in at her…
Flannery McCoy: BUT AVRIL SENT HIM CRASHING TO THE CANVAS WITH A SPANISH FLY!! She hooks the leg!!
(ONNNNEEE!!)
(TWWWWOOO)
(THR—)
Jake Mercer: Artemis gets the shoulder up!! This match continues! Avril Williams isn’t looking to have this match continue any longer though! She’s calling Artemis up to his feet! She’s looking to put the nail in the coffin of this match!
Stew-O: Avril rushes in as Artemis is finally getting to a vertical base-
Flannery McCoy: A RUNNING BOOT TO THE FACE OF AVRIL’S!! COURTESY OF YANNI KILLEBREW CONNECTS!! “Afterimage!!” Connects and Avril was sent crashing down onto the canvas! She may be out!
Jake Mercer: Yanni Killebrew doesn’t immediately go for the cover, he’s backing into the corner, his eyes now set on Artemis Jones!! Yanni Killebrew rushes in at Artemis now, looking for that same boot that just took out Avril Williams!
Stew-O: But.. ARTEMIS CAUGHT YANNI ON THE MONEY WITH A HUGE SUPERKICK TO THE FACE!! But Yanni is still standing and on wobbly legs! Artemis.. STRIKES HIM WITH ANOTHER ONE!! And down Yanni Killebrew finally goes!
Flannery McCoy: Artemis climbs to the top rope! Slowly, his eyes locked onto Yanni! And he leaps off of the ropes!! Crashing down onto Yanni Killebrew with a SAMOAN SPLASH!! “405 SoCal Splash!!!” IT CONNECTS AND ARTEMIS HOOKS THE LEG!!!
(ONEEEE!!)
(TWWWOO!!)
(THREEEEEE!!!)
(DING!! DING!! DING!!)
Jake Mercer: What a preview we had here tonight for Divide and Conquer, between these 3 competitors! From different brands. They all came to show out here tonight, but it was Artemis in the end.. pulling out the win!
Stew-O: Great efforts by everyone in this match. This does give Artemis the momentum heading into Divide and Conquer! So that’s a good thing for him! But.. Can it be done twice..!?
(Artemis had his hand raised as he was climbing up off of Yanni Killebrew after securing the win. The camera cutting to Avril Williams who was watching on as she was holding her jaw, before cutting to Yanni Killebrew who was coming to.. but the last shot seen, before the show transitioned was Artemis celebrating!)
(A commercial plays for the 20th anniversary of Cars. See the modern-day animated classic as if it’s 2006 again in theaters now!)
(Dynasty returns, appearing in the middle of the dark room.) The sound of boots moving away from the camera is the only noise being made, leaving the room as a mystery as the steps begin to slow towards the back of the room, until finally…)
(Flip.)
(A flip of a switch brings light to the area, revealing a nigh-empty room with a single blackboard towards the back, evenly placed between the walls. In front of it stood a lone figure.)
NICK: You know, I came into this season with a clear goal in mind, but it looks like I’m gonna have to claw my way through the mud first to get a clear shot at that goal.
NICK: It’s nothing I can’t handle, and I think it’d be better to make sure that David knows what’s coming to him. So I’m prepared to teach him a valuable lesson, one that he’s never gonna forget. I knew going into this season that there would be people in my way, people who would try and use me to further their careers, and I came prepared for it. I wasn’t just gonna lay down and take it from people I know I can beat, so let this one be an example, ‘cause I’m not slowing down and letting others cut me, not anymore.
(The shot transitioned, showing a brief replay of the last match before his spell earlier in the season, where an injured NICK went up against Michael Machina and ended up being defeated. The scene only lingered for a moment before switching back to the room, where NICK looked at the camera itself, his arms crossed.)
NICK: Y’all already heard what he had to say, and y’all already know that what he had to say was complete and utter bullshit. For someone who’s trying to be so high and mighty all the time, he’s just as emotional and desperate as the rest of the lowlifes he pretends to be above. He just wanted to use me as a stepping stone to make his name shinier. If his plan went according to plan, he would’ve put me on the shelf for months and given himself the chance to become a champion in my absence.
NICK: But as you all can see, that plan of his didn’t work.
(The screen switched again, back to two weeks ago on Dynasty when NICK returned to a huge reaction from the crowd, then to later in the segment as David Gideon Smith emerged and revealed himself as NICK’s attacker. The shot lingered on the two staring each other down, before returning back to the empty room.)
NICK: All that mysterious presentation and those victories you boast don’t make you anymore important than me or anyone else on the roster. Beating people who are mentally checked out or only recently checked in doesn’t make you better than me, in fact, it makes you exactly like how you describe everyone else here:
NICK: Painfully ordinary.
NICK: Which is funny because you had the chance to back up all that talk last week. You could’ve shown how much smarter you really are, you could’ve presented yourself as more than just another faux-special weirdo obsessed with trying to confuse your opponents and all these people, but what did you do instead, David? Because you definitely didn’t give yourself any credibility.
(The shot transitioned once more, to just last week as NICK defeated AKIZA on Dynasty. As soon as the bell rang, a worn-out NICK was attacked from behind by David Gideon Smith and was subjected to a post-match attack…only for NICK to quickly turn the tables on his would-be attacker by sending David out of the ring, getting the upper hand on him as David was left irate on the outside of the ring. The shot returned to the room, with NICK visibly pleased with how things went last week.)
NICK: You tried to make a fool of me but all you ended up accomplishing was making a fool of yourself. You always try to put down others and make yourself look so much more important because at the end of the day, you’re just a fake. You’ve accomplished nothing so you go around talking in tongues, and that might work for some elitists but it won’t work with me. Just a self-entitled, stuck-up bully but it appears you’ve bitten off more than you can chew trying to go after me, because you didn’t expect me to fight back, right David? You overstepped by thinking I’d just accept this, but I’m too stubborn for all of that. You should’ve done your homework, David.
NICK: You needed to be better than this, but it’s too late for that. You got my attention, so congrats on that, but now you’ve gotta pay the piper. I’m coming for blood, and I won’t stop until I’ve had my fill, so you can speak your little riddles all you’d like and you can lie through your teeth to get me off my game but at the end of the day you’re never gonna get the better of me again. You’ll try all you’d like, but I already know your game. You can’t pull one over on me
NICK: It’s about time someone taught you a lesson, and that’s just gonna have to be me who teaches it to you. I’m back, I’m better than ever, and I’m gonna beat you worse than you’ve ever been beaten in your life, and that’s something you won’t be able to prepare yourself for. It doesn’t matter how much introspection you add to your life, ‘cause someone like you just isn’t capable of that kinda self-awareness. You’re too high on your ego to see it, but don’t worry, I’ll show it to you soon enough.
(NICK turns slightly to the board, raising his balled fist and knocking it against it twice.)
NICK: Clock’s ticking, bitch. So don’t try and hide this time, I’m getting even with you and then I’m gonna get back on track, so do what you can to prepare. I’ll be seeing you.
(With a confident nod, NICK walks past the camera, leaving the shot to settle for a moment before fading elsewhere, bringing the segment to a close…)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on the stage, and it’s not very long before the sounds of ‘Partition (Smearcase Trap Remix)’ by Beyoncé which begins to play through the speakers. The crowd begins to give a mixed reaction as the camera goes over to show Kassidy Heart as she’s seen making her way out from the backstage area. She has a glare on her face as she takes a look around, before focusing directly on the ring as she begins to make her way down the ramp.)
Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… EAW HALL OF FAMER!!!!!!! THE MAULER… KASSIDY HEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: We know that since Reckless Wiring, Kassidy Heart has had her eyes set on her next target. Harper Lee has been the victim of a number of attacks courtesy of The Mauler, and needless to say, she’s looking to make a big statement at the expense of the Cash in the Vault holder.
Flannery McCoy: And now she looks to make her way down to the ring and give her thoughts. Possibly explaining herself? Well, I guess that we’re just going to have to wait and see.
Jake Mercer: It’s certainly going to be interesting! We know that the last thing Kassidy does is fuck around, and Harper… well, she already showed just how serious she was two weeks ago. It’s certainly going to be an interesting dynamic at play.
(Kassidy makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters into the ring. She immediately makes her way over and snatches a microphone from the rignsdie area while ‘Partition (Smearcase Trap Remix)’ begins to come to a close and she makes her way toward the center of the ring, after a moment, she then begins to speak.)
Kassidy Heart: Do I really need to waste my time explaining myself? I feel like what’s been happening to Harper Lee these past couple of weeks have been pretty straightforward, and really, I don’t feel any sort of remorse or regret when it comes to what I did. And the reality… why the fuck should I? Why would I owe anyone anything? Is that something that makes a whole lot of sense? No! So if you ask me, you can consider what happened to her getting exactly what she deserved, and when it comes to me… what it means for Kassidy Heart is getting one step closer to what I promised from the very moment that I returned back to this company.
(Kassidy paced around, a serious expression on her face.)
Kassidy Heart: It’s been half a year back and I still feel like there’s a whole lot of time that I still have to make up for. 13 months of my fucking life ripped away because they decided it was best to put me down rather than let me go out there and kill myself for this place. Am I deranged? Sick in the head? Perhaps, but time away was never going to heal that and they knew it. So I’m not going to waste my time with dumb fucking cunts like Delaney Rhodes anymore, and I’m going to continue to give my reminders to everyone exactly what the fuck they’re dealing with when Kassidy Heart is in the picture. And in this case… Harper Lee just happened to be the poor, unfortunate soul that was dealt a bad hand.
(As Kassidy pauses in between her words, she gets interrupted by the sounds of ‘Sweet Dreams’ by Eurythmics beginning to play through the speakers of the arena. The crowd erupts into loud boos as the camera goes over to reveal Harper Lee, as she storms out from the backstage area with a displeased expression on her face while she does.)
Stew-O: Even though Harper got a major win last week against Effy McAvoy, she once again got attacked by Kassidy Heart and laid out at her expense, and needless to say, she’s not exactly happy that happened either.
Flannery McCoy: But now it seems like the two of them are finally going to handle this inside of the ring. It’s going to be interesting to see how this is taken considering what we’ve heard out of Kassidy Heart already, bu I don’t expect anything pleasant out of Harper.
Jake Mercer: And The Mauler might rip the lips right out of her face if she’s not careful!
(Harper makes her way up the steps and itno the ring, making her way over and taking a microphone from the ringside area. ‘Sweet Dreams’ begins to come to a close as she turns around and approaches Kassidy, taking a moment before beginning to speak.)
Harper Lee: Do you see what I have to go through regularly? Being the GREATEST this has to offer comes at a price, because you have washed-up has-beens keep around here trying to tell me what’s right and what’s wrong. And you can be offended all you want by it, or better yet, you can claim that you’ve heard it before… but you and I know that my words hit a little differently. I’m not new around the block trying to wipe away the old relics of the past; I’ve been around, and I’ve seen the legacy of Kassidy Heart. I’ve seen exactly what you’ve tried to remind people of for the longest time now, and even I have to admit that’s true. But times change, and you can’t seem to come to terms with that. And I’m not going to tell you to go away, because unfortunately, you’re not just going to way, what I am going to ask you…
(Harper approaches Kassidy, a confident smirk on her face as she continues.)
Harper Lee: What is Kassidy Heart going to do about it? Is she going to beat me to a bloody pulp for my insolence… or are you going to let another opportunity slip through my fingers because you’re not good enough anymore? I don’t know.
(The crowd once again murmurs in anticipation as Kassidy continues to glare at Harper, slowly tilting her head.)
Kassidy Heart: I don’t think you fully understand the context of this situation, so allow me to dumb this down in a way that your dense skull can understand. I’m capable of understanding the environment around me; in fact, adaptation is one of the prime characteristics that allows Kassidy Heart to thrive in a company like this. I know what people have said, and maybe they’re right; maybe I’m wasting my fucking time. I’ve allowed myself to be ostracized and dragged down by stupid fucking cunts like yourself and Delaney Rhodes…
Harper Lee: Did you just compare me to-
Kassidy Heart: That maybe I really forgot who the fuck I am. But I’d like to think slamming you through that car window was a good start to putting the pieces back together. Regardless of whatever inner turmoil is going on, or whatever you so choose to believe for this narrative that you’re trying to push, it doesn’t change that my goals stay the same. A whole lot of people need a whole lot of reminders, and dumbasses like you need reality checks when they step out of line. Step by step, that is going to lead me to the World Heavyweight Championship, and maybe the realization that I’ve come to is that it’s not all clear-cut like I thought it would be, and that’s fine… I enjoy gritting my way through shit like that. But you know better than to dig your own grave, considering everything that you know about me.
(Kassidy begins to pace around, continuing to look at Harper.)
Kassidy Heart: I’m still just as dangerous and just as great, and I will be more than happy to gut you like a pig and hang you off the arena that we’re at tonight if it means proving a point. I don’t think it’s me that needs to realize what she’s done, I know exactly what the fuck I did. You need to realize exactly what type of fight you’re picking right now, and since you’re not going to get that through to you, then maybe I need to simplify things further and just cut to the chase.
(Harper crossed her arms as Kassidy continued.)
Kassidy Heart: I’m challenging you to a match at Territorial Invasion. And if you truly want to back your words up, you’re gunna accept it, and henceforth live to regret it once I’m through with you.
(The crowd cheers loudly in approval fo what is bound to be a blockbuster match. Harper pauses, almost in consideration or a moment as she raises her microphone up.)
Harper Lee: This is interesting. Alright, this is new, I like this. The Kassidy Heart I know would’ve dismissed me by now. She wouldn’t have needed to talk to me and try to explain herself, she would’ve already known that she was better than me. But no… something to prove, right? You have something to show the world, and it seems that the only way that you can do that is by beating someone like me? Someone with the Cash in The Vault briefcase, a form of leverage.
(Harper chuckles as she wags her finger.)
Harper Lee: You make it too easy for me. You really do think I’m better than you!
Kassidy Heart: You’re fucking stupid.
Harper Lee: No, I think I’m actually one of the smartest minds in this place, but nonetheless, I expected better out of you. Here I was, thinking that I was going to get Kassidy Heart, The Mauler, the woman who tore through this place and left nothing in her wake, and instead… I got you. I got someone who’s playing the part, but doesn’t actually believe it herself. This is not of my doing… no… I know as much. Okay, you know what, sure, I’ll face you.
(The crowd once again cheers, Harper slowly nodding her head.)
Kassidy Heart: You better shut the fuck up before you do something you regret?
Harper Lee: What? Are you going to beat me up instead of talking to me? Instead of shutting me up the proper way? Is that what it’s really going to come down to? Come on, Kassidy, we’re not going to excuse your brain trauma for any of this, you’re actually a pretty smart woman! You know better than to do that. Why would you even suggest such a thing? Is it because I’m BETTER-
(Almost immediately, before Harper can finish what she’s saying, Kassidy swipes Harper by the mouth and pushes her back against the corner.)
Kassidy Heart: And you’re gunna watch your fucking mouth when you speak to me.
(Harper looks alarmed for a brief moment, her eyes widening, but as they do… they soften, as she begins to laugh, confusing the stoic Kassidy. She continued to grip her microphone in her hand as she raised it up.)
Harper Lee: Have I… Have I cracked the aura of Kassidy Heart…?
(Kassidy continues to glare at her, unknowing of how to respond to this, as this brief moment allows Harper to free herself, dropping down and sliding out of the ring.)
Harper Lee: I think I’ll take that. I’ll see you at Territorial Invasion.
(Harper drops her microphone down to the ground as she cackles, beginning to make her way up the ramp while ‘Sweet Dreams’ begins to play through the speakers once more. Kassidy is still inside the ring, watching her as she leaves, as she continues to think to herself.
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Ultra Instinct’ can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience reacts loudly to the arrival of the captain of Dynasty in War Games, BRAE. BRAE halts at the stage, gazing upon the crowd with an intense gaze on his face, maintaining all of his focus as he’s walking down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Novosibirsk, Russia! Weighing in at 215 pounds… ‘SON’ BRRRRRRRRRAE!!!
Stew-O: We are well aware that tensions have surfaced into becoming quite the immense ordeal with how War Games will be a brutal offering, and this will become something to acknowledge as BRAE is stepping into a glimpse of what’s to come!
(‘Going Under’ by Evanescene can be heard playing throughout the speakers as the audience responds with certain reactions, as Auburn Ware emerges with a sizable expression of focus. She nods to herself subtly, refraining from holding back on what needs to be done as she motions down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing his opponent! From Opelika, Alabama, weighing in at 119 pounds… ‘BEAUTIFUL DISASTER’, AUBURRRRRRRRN WARE!!!
Flannery McCoy: Of course, Auburn Ware has been mired with all of the troubles that arise from a rather unconventional trio that she has to take part in, but she’s gonna be trying to make the most out of it, and perhaps this match can give her some greater clarity going into War Games…
(‘Hard Out Here For A Pimp’ by Three Six Mafia can be heard throughout the speakers through loud reactions as Damien Kutcher emerges from the back. He nods to the reactions, grinning to himself as his eyes are kept steady on the competition, trekking down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Introducing their opponent! From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 240 pounds… ‘MR. HUSTLE & FLOW’, DAMIEEEEEEEN KUTCHER!!!!
Jake Mercer: And now we’ve got the 24/7 Contract Holder that’s looking to make his own statement tonight! Looking to represent Showdown, Damien will be looking to make all of the opportunity here happen when he’s standing across from two very game elitists, and it’s kicking off!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Triple threat action is officially underway as we have a preview for what’s to come from War Games! BRAE, Auburn Ware & Damien Kutcher all squaring off right here—AS AUBURN INITIATES WITH A DROPKICK! BRAE is sent spiralling through the ropes & onto the ringside floor! Ware is quickly motioning upward as now Damien finds himself wide eyed, looking toward Auburn with quickness as he’s now rushing forward with every sense of taking Auburn down as he seeks out this BOOT—
Flannery McCoy: AUBURN ROLLS UNDER THE BOOT! Damien is keeping himself steady as he catches himself at the ropes, quickly turning back around AS AUBURN LANDS A STRONG STEP-UP KNEE! Now Damien is being rocked into the corner, with Auburn refusing to let up from here, as each and every single forearm is sprawling into Damien with as much pressure as she can possibly put behind each strike! Damien is able to use his own size to his advantage as he SHOVES Auburn back, causing Auburn roll backward while refusing to slow down, rushing back toward Damien!
Jake Mercer: BEFORE BRAE MOTIONS TOWARD AUBURN WITH A STAGGERING ELBOW! Auburn is caught off guard as she falters down, clutching her own head as BRAE is now turning himself toward Damien, refusing to let up in his own right as he’s now rushing ahead for a LEAPING FOREARM SMASH INTO THE CORNER—BUT DAMIEN IS ABLE TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! BRAE collides with the corner as he’s now motioning away to keep himself steady while trying not to stray from what’s important here—
Stew-O: ‘TILL DAMIEN HOISTS BRAE UP & INTO A FLAPJACK!! BRAE is briefly staggered for the moment as this can end up going all the more wrong if they are unable to weather the storm, with Damien keeping himself ready as BRAE is now dazed while motioning on over to the corner. Damien follows him right to the corner, and he doesn’t seem to be refraining from all of the pressure, as a STAGGERING KICK against the abdomen is sent into BRAE! And another kick! And another one! Damien is not here to let up, keeping the kicking all the more of a problem for BRAE here as he does not look to be letting up for a second!
Flannery McCoy: As Kutcher is simply not letting up, only just now halting the attack to keep his pace steady as to not gas himself out so early into the match—‘TILL BRAE SUDDENLY PULLS DAMIEN INTO THE CORNER, AND NAILS A KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!!! Damien felt every single bit of that chop! BRAE is now mounting up all the more, as ANOTHER CHOP follows suit! And another chop!!! Another chop!!! Damien is being placed in the worst of it here, as BRAE is just not looking to relent for all that it’s possibly worth, Kutcher remaining backed up in the corner!
Jake Mercer: AS AUBURN NAILS A LEAPING ELBOW SMASH OF HER OWN!!! BRAE IS SENT INTO DAMIEN KUTCHER AS THEY CLASH HEADS!!! BRAE & Damien are staggering away from the corner as they’re clutching onto their own heads, trying to shake off being rattled to hell & back after that collision of skulls! Auburn is now motioning through the ropes, refusing to let up as both men are teetering while Ware knows that she has her opportunity to dish out some serious damage right now, BEFORE LEAPING UP TO THE TOP ROPE—
Stew-O: WITH ‘THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY’ ONTO DAMIEN!!! BRAE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AT THE NICK OF TIME!!! Damien is immediately clutching onto his own face as he rolls himself out of the ring, with Auburn pushing herself back up while BRAE is trying to recover as quickly as possible! But Auburn has her eyes set back onto BRAE, nodding to herself as she knows that she’s in control for the moment, looking to maintain said control as she’s now rushing back toward BRAE with just as much a HANDSPRING—TO ‘THIS GIRL’ FROM THERE—
Flannery McCoy: BRAE CAUGHT HER—AND SENDS HER INTO THE TURNBUCKLE WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!! OUCH!!! Auburn felt every single bit of that as her head whiplashed against the turnbuckle following the impact of the suplex, dropping herself down against the corner of the ring while BRAE is now treading away, glaring toward Auburn while she’s down as he looks to place all of the pressure back in her direction! BRAE is now rushing himself forward whole Auburn is unable to get herself out of the way!
Jake Mercer: AS A SLIDING FOREARM CATCHES AUBURN ACROSS THE CHEST!! The wind has been knocked out of Auburn’s sails considerably as she’s now trailing away, trying to get herself back together as she doesn’t want to stay down for long while BRAE is able to keep himself mobile! BRAE is now nodding to himself, seeing that Auburn is heaving & grabbing onto the rope to try to pull herself back up, as BRAE is rushing the ropes, and now RUSHING BACK TOWARD HER FOR A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!!!
Stew-O: AUBURN MOVES—AND DAMIEN CATCHES BRAE WITH A BOOT FROM THE APRON!! BRAE is staggered against the ropes after Auburn was able to move out of the way from disaster of both ends, with Damien now keeping himself on the apron as he takes a hold of BRAE’s hair… AND NOW IS ABLE TO SLAM BRAE’S HEAD INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! BRAE remains in a state of disarray while Damien is motioning himself through the ropes—
Flannery McCoy: ROUNDHOUSE KICK FROM AUBURN CATCHES DAMIEN WHILE HE TRIED GOING THROUGH THE ROPES!! Damien is in his own state of flux here as Auburn is holding onto his head after bringing it downward, and doesn’t seem to be all too interested in slowing the pace down here as she’s now able to spike Damien’s skull into the canvas with a BULLDOG!! Damien crumples down onto the mat while clutching onto his skull, rolling himself away as Auburn is now eyeing BRAE, looking to garner some get back here from the suplex!
Jake Mercer: AS SHE APPLIES ‘UGLY LOVE’!!! BRAE IS BEING KEPT AT BAY HERE! Auburn is applying as much pressure into the foot against his neck as he possibly can, not refraining from doing whatever it will take to ensure that he is being kept at bay to the most considerable degree. Auburn can hold onto this for as long as she would like, with BRAE not being given any room to breath let alone try to move for himself, this may turn out rather ugly for him sooner rather than later if this persists! BUT NOW DAMIEN IS RUSHING FORWARD WITHOUT SLOWING DOWN!
Stew-O: AS DAMIEN SENDS A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE INTO THE CORNER!!! Auburn motioned away as the knee landed flush across BRAE’s abdomen, causing him to be left slumped for the time being as Damien is turning back toward Auburn ware—WHO DROPS HIM WITH A SPINNING BACK FIST ACROSS THE TEMPLE! Damien drops to a knee as now Auburn is able to get herself going all the more, rushing past Damien & toward the ropes, LOOKING FOR THE SHOTGUN DROPKICK—
Flannery McCoy: DAMIEN CAUGHT THE LEG!!! Auburn is wide eyed as Damien is now rolling Ware backward back up to her feet—BEFORE SPIKING HER INTO THE CANVAS WITH A SUDDEN DDT FOR HER TROUBLES!!! Damien is able to get himself back around in this match, now motioning himself over toward Auburn, as he seems to be signalling for the moment to come! Damien has taken his elbow pad… And he’s slowly removing the pad, before tossing it off into the audience to applause! They all know what he’s looking for right now!
Jake Mercer: As he rushes toward the ropes, before hopping over Auburn & rebounding from the opposite set of ropes, as he wants the ‘ATL ELBOW’—BRAE BEAMS OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A BLISTERING SPRINGBOARD CLOTHESLINE THAT TAKES DAMIEN DOWN! Damien is immediately knocked for a loop as now BRAE is pushing himself upward, nodding to himself vigorously as he understands how there will be plenty of more from where that came from! BRAE is now dragging Damien upward, and not looking to slow himself down, AS HE INITIATES THE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!!
Stew-O: AND TAKES HIM DOWN—BEFORE MOTIONING UPWARD—AND HE’S YANKING AUBURN OVER! Auburn is sending repeated elbows, refusing to be caught by any means as BRAE is trying to ensure that there’s no way for Ware to evade what’s about to come through, AS BRAE SENDS A CHOP ACROSS THE BACK OF HER NECK!! Auburn grits her teeth in response, as BRAE is now pulling her directly into place—WITH A GOURDBUSTER RIGHT ONTO DAMIEN KUTCHER!!! Auburn clutches onto her abdomen as Damien is laid out, with BRAE hooking the leg on Damien!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: NO! NOT ENOUGH! Damien kicks out—AS BRAE IS QUICK ON THE ATTACK! He’s sending repeated chops across the back of Kutcher’s neck while he’s simply trying to pull himself back up! BRAE is refusing to relent back from here, sending the forearms with as much force as he can while Damien is backed up against the ropes! Kutcher will have to resort to quite the much needed risk here if he wants to get himself out of this—AS BRAE IS NOW LOOKING TO CLOTHESLINE DAMIEN—
Jake Mercer: KUTCHER DUCKS AS BRAE TURNS BACK AROUND—AND DAMIEN CLOTHESLINES BRAE OUT OF THE RING ALONG WITH HIMSELF!!! They’re both crashing down from over the ropes and onto the floor in a hitch! This doesn’t look like it’ll be too good for the either of them if they can’t recover quickly enough, as now both Damien & BRAE are finding their way through the daze that they must both be feeling! Nothing to hold back from as Damien sends a KNEE across his abdomen!
Stew-O: BRAE returns fire with an emphatic CHOP across his chest!!! Damien returns back with a PUNCH square across the jaw!!! Both men are refusing to give in, not letting themselves be taken off the mantle for as long as they’re able to keep all of this pressure applied while they’re both still standing! The chop! The punch! These exchanges refuse to slow down—‘TILL AUBURN CAN BE SEEN WALKING THE ROPE FROM ABOVE—
Flannery McCoy: ‘A WALK TO REMEMBER’!!! SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS ONTO BRAE AND KUTCHER!!! AUBURN JUST NAILED A TRUE GAMECHANGER IN THIS MATCH!!! They’re all down as Auburn is able to get herself moving again, seeing that she has much of the adrenaline now running through her without a hitch! Auburn is taking a hold of BRAE, and she’s pushing him back into the ring as now she knows not to slow down from here! BRAE is staggering around!
Jake Mercer: BRAE is able to keep himself conscious enough, able to collect himself a bit more in order to raise himself up to a steady knee, refusing to keep himself down while Auburn seems to have other plans in mind here, looking to make all of this count in turn by rushing toward him—WITH THE ‘THIS GIRL’ NOW LANDING FLUSH ACROSS BRAE’S TEMPLE!!! Auburn is quick to hook the leg as the referee is now counting away!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Stew-O: BRAE KICKS OUT—WHICH LEADS TO AUBURN TRAPPING BRAE INTO ‘ZERO DAYS’ IMMEDIATELY AFTER!!!! Auburn is taking no choices tonight!!! BRAE is trapped in the submission as he’s struggling to get himself together after just being able to kick out! Ware is trying to make the most out of this as BRAE is still being as resilient as he possibly can be, steadying himself up onto his feet and not looking to get himself away from where he wants to be!
Flannery McCoy: But Auburn is refusing to let go! She’s trying to keep BRAE trapped in as much of the pain as it’ll take to ensure that she can walk out of this with a secured win under her own mantle! BRAE is trying to move despite being trapped, despite being unable to pry Auburn away in this moment where each second is ticking down—
Jake Mercer: ‘TILL DAMIEN PLUCKS AUBURN AWAY FROM BRAE—AND HE PLANTS HER DOWN WITH AUTHORITY THROUGH A SPINEBUSTER!!! ‘WATCH YO’ BACK’!!! DAMIEN COVERS FROM THERE!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Stew-O: NO! NOT ENOUGH!!! Damien is trying to keep himself steady as he’s now rising back upward, taking a hold of Auburn as he’s now looking to ensure that the end is coming right along sooner rather than later, and he’s not slowing himself down as all of this continues to pile up, one after another, LOOKING FOR THE ‘TRENCHES’ ROCK BOTTOM—
Flannery McCoy: AUBURN ROLLS DAMIEN OUT WITH AN ARM DRAG REVERSAL! Damien is quickly motioning upward now, not looking to be deterred from the result that he needs to obtain as he’s now rushing back toward Auburn and LOOKING TO SWING—
Jake Mercer: AUBURN DUCKS UNDER—AND INTO A LARIAT FROM BRAE!!! AUBURN IS TURNED INSIDE OUT AS SHE ROLLS AWAY!!!! BRAE TURNS TOWARD DAMIEN AND SWINGS—WITH DAMIEN DUCKING THE SWING AS THEY ARE EACH MOTIONING AHEAD OF ONE ANOTHER!!!
Stew-O: BACK TOWARD ONE ANOTHER—AS THEY NAIL EACH OTHER WITH KNEE STRIKES!!! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN & ABSOLUTELY DAZED ALONG WITH AUBURN!!!
(Soon enough, the audience responds loudly while the participants are dazed, as their attention is taken to the entrance ramp.)
Flannery McCoy: WHAT THE—THAT’S JON KELTON & PANDORA PAISLEY! The rest of Team Showdown are out here right now!!! They see that the match has been brought to a standstill, as they’re now rushing down the ramp, looking to get themselves into aiding Damien right now!
(Until… The responses from the crowd grow louder as two others motion over the barricades.)
Jake Mercer: WAIT! THAT’S CY HENDERSON! AND KIRK REDWOOD—AS THEY’RE NOW BLOCKING OFF SHOWDOWN, AND GIVING THE BUSINESS TO ‘EM!!! SECURITY IS IMMEDIATELY ON THE PROWL, RUSHING ON OVER AS THERE IS A MAIN EVENT GOING ON!!!
(However, with all of the commotion transpiring from ringside & closer to the ramp between Showdown & Dynasty in unison—that leaves out another group…)
Stew-O: WAIT!!! LOOK WHO’S JUST RUSHED INTO THE RING!!!!
(As this figure grins from ear to ear—and Auburn’s expression is only recognizable to him in question.)
Flannery McCoy: ‘IN ABSENTIA’!!!! DAMON LAZARUS BLASTS DAMIEN ACROSS THE SKULL WITH THE PUNT KICK!!!! DAMON QUICKLY SLITHERS OUT OF THE RING, AND HE’S GLARING TOWARD AUBURN!
Damon Lazarus: (off-mic) COVER!
Jake Mercer: AUBURN’S EYES DART TO DAMIEN—AND SHE EXHALES SHARPLY WHILE RUSHING TO THE COVER!!!! LEGS ARE HOOKED!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
Stew-O: BRAE RUSHES TO BREAK THE PIN—
Flannery McCoy: SAORI AIZEN CATCHES HIS LEG!!!!! HE CAN’T BREAK THE PIN!!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…. AUBURRRRRN WARE!!!!
Jake Mercer: AUBURN WINS—BUT NOW BRAE’S ATTENTION IS TAKEN TO SAORI!!! THEY’RE IN THE SCUFFLE AS NOW DAMON & AUBURN HAVE BEEN CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE OF THE INITIAL BRAWL!
Stew-O: ALL OUT PANDEMONIUM RIGHT NOW! THERE’S NO RESTRAINTS FROM ANY SIDE AS ALL NINE OF THESE ELITISTS ARE LEFT BRAWLING OUT WITH ONE ANOTHER, NOTHING BUT HELD BACK AS THE LEFTS & RIGHTS RING FREE!
Flannery McCoy: AS SECURITY IS PILING IN FROM THE DOZENS!!! ORDER BECOMES IMPOSSIBLE AS THIS IS HOW DYNASTY CLOSES OUT! NOTHING BUT MAYHEM ACROSS THE ARENA!
(As the brawling continues, with security barely able to pry the elitists apart before situating them with their respective teams, the tension remains at an all time high leading into Territorial Invasion, as the scene soon fades out.)
(A commercial plays for Chipotle, featuring Chris Elite.)
(The shot transitions backstage, where Drake King walks by his lonesome, eyes scanning every inch of the corridors as he makes his way through them. Within his hand is a crumpled-up paper. Bits of red ink can be seen, but it is hard to discern what they say precisely.)
Stew-O: And there is the World Heavyweight Champion, who is somehow not as injured in spite of the scuffle he and Michael Machina had last week. We saw as the challenger visited the champion directly, speared him into the altar, and now, it seems like the champion himself is looking to meet up with him! :lupe:
Flannery McCoy: Yeah, and he doesn’t have his usual cronies around, either. I have a bad, bad feeling about this…
Jake Mercer: And there you go again, being disrespectful to God and his servants. If Judgement Day ever was to come, you are going to be beyond cooked.
Flannery McCoy: Ugh, what is with you feeding into his delusions!? Whatever; we have more important things to worry about: such as, what is in his hand? Is it a note of some kind?
Jake Mercer: Would appear to be the case. He wrote it himself or something? Perhaps the Gospel of Drisanity shall be spread throughout so that everyone can learn from it!
Flannery McCoy: I would hope not.
(Drake finally stops. He unravels the paper, double-checking it one more time. He scowls.)
Drake King: What a fool…
(He lets the paper flutter down to the floor. The camera zooms in, highlighting the words written in crimson:)
(FIND THE DOORS WITH THE PICTURES.)
(Drake treks across some more, until luck would have it that the door is seen. However, upon closer inspection, Drake’s brows lift; confusion immediately peppering his face.)
Drake King: What is this blasphemy…?
(The pictures on the door show of Drake throughout various points in his career, from when he first won the Interwire Champion, to winning the World Heavyweight Championship; his time in New Eden, his subsequent war against Myles and Minerva; his war with Methuselah, and last year’s Pain for Pride. More pictures are there, but the most noticeable thing is how they have marker scribbles on them. More specifically, they cross out his face with words written.)
(HERETIC.)
(SINNER.)
(EGOMANIAC.)
(FALSE PROPHET.)
(FUCKING DUMBASS.)
(PSYCHO.)
Stew-O: Wow. No doubt the handiwork of Michael Machina’s.
Jake Mercer: Talk about disrespect?
Flannery McCoy: Disrespect!? :wtf:
(Drake takes up the picture from last year. Slowly, he shakes his head.)
Drake King: Poor, poor, simple little sheep. Doing all of this to draw my ire? And how many times have others attempted to do the same thing? You are no different from the rest who refused to take me seriously.
(He’s about ready to tear the photo before he stops. Drake looks down at it once more. Various thoughts race through his mind before he settles for slipping it inside his inner coat pocket.)
Drake King: Heh. Do you expect me to be ashamed of everything when I have vindicated myself, Michael? I was the one who beat you. Bringing up my past does little to me. But please, carry on, and let me see how far you are willing to go to try and rattle the mind of God. You are nothing more than a sniveling little fool who cannot handle your OWN loss.
(Drake opens up the door, and steps in. However, he’s taken aback when he sees an altar, crudely made.)
(Championships that Drake won in his career are strewn about by it. In the center of it is the World Heavyweight Championship. Fake blood is splattered everywhere, but most importantly–)
Stew-O: WHAT ON EARTH!?
Jake Mercer: Oh… my God…
Flannery McCoy: :damn: !!
(… There is a head of Drake King. A broken segment of a golden crown is pierced into its head.)
Crowd: :lupe: !!!
(Drake takes a few more steps forward, absolutely gobsmacked by the display.)
Drake King: You… you really are the mad man, now. Going through such lengths to do this—have you no *shame*?
(…)
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??: If I did, I’d have plenty to give t’you. Maybe you’d be better for it.
(Michael Machina comes out, dressed in all black. He glares right at Drake, who returns the heated gesture.)
Michael Machina: Well, well, well. The Head Loser in Charge has arrived. Was worried with how fucked-up your head is now that you wouldn’t be able to follow basic direction, but you proved me wrong. Color me impressed. Unfortunately, though, that’s about the only genuine compliment I can give to you.
(Drake sneers.)
Drake King: You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Michael. This is pathetic, even for you. Going mad, attacking me in MY own domain, and then going out of your way to defile me in this manner!? You are rotten to the core.
Michael Machina: Oh, I’m the rotten one? And not the jackass who decided to do all of that hooting and hollering about how “unfair” this brand has been to you, creating this grand conspiracy, and because you finally decided not to be incompetent for once in a blue moon, took my title from me?
Drake King: YOUR title?! Ha! It isn’t yours anymore, Michael! And it never will become yours! You have gone through great lengths, and for what? You know it in your soul that there is no redeeming ending for you. You will not be saved nor will you ‘save’ anyone. I am the only worthy one who—
Michael Machina: Oh, shut your maniacal-ass up already! I don’t wanna hear that shit! No one does! You’re the same Drake King who wants to act as if he is more important than he actually is. Instead of riding off into the sunset and being content you got the shit you earned, you wanna act all high and mighty, as if you have any right to judge anyone when you’re human, just like the rest of us. You’re not infallible, so quit the shit right here.
Drake King: And here we go, with much of the same little drabbles. Is this your sermon, huh? To waste my time?
(Michael snorts. He grabs the prosthetic head.)
Michael Machina: Waste your time? Nah. I ain’t that kind of man, Drake. You ought to know better than that.
(He rounds out at the front of the altar, glaring right at him.)
Michael Machina: I’m here to cut that shit short.
(CLUNK!)
Stew-O: OH! HE THREW THE HEAD AT DRAKE!
Jake Mercer: BUT DRAKE BLOCKED IT WITH HIS ARM—WAIT!!! ‘BULLET FROM HELL’!!!
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(…)
(…)
Flannery McCoy: MACE! MACE! DRAKE KING PULLED OUT SOME MACE!! MICHAEL IS ON THE FLOOR WRITHING IN AGONY!!
(And Michael was in pain.)
(Screams and yells of pure anger seep out of him. He tries to get up, but ends up slipping on the head, cheek hitting the floor beneath. Drake looks down at the can in his hand.)
Drake King: … hm. Keeping relics of a past life can have its uses.
(He tosses the can aside and walks over, crouching down at Michael, who lunges at him instinctively, able to grab on to his coat, while using the other hand to try and reach for his throat.)
Drake King: Hatred will blind you, Michael. Can’t you see? This crusade you have launched against me has been backed by nothing more than the anger you harbor for me… and perhaps, for yourself.
(Drake grabs the outstretched wrist, clamping down hard on it. Michael grunts.)
Michael Machina: F-fucking piece of SHIT! COURSE I HATE YOU! EVERYONE DOES! YOU’RE NO GOOD TO ANYONE OR THIS FUCKING COMPANY!
Drake King: Oh? And why do you say that? Perhaps you’re embarrassed that even after everything and all that you said about me… you just couldn’t defend the role you were meant to protect?
Michael Michael: Don’t… don’t spin this back on me… keep that bullshit for someone else!
Drake King: But it is the truth, and you know it.
(Drake leads Michael up along…)
Drake King: You were never meant to watch over this kingdom.
(And he captures both of his arms, pulling him in—)
Stew-O: —THE PEDIGREE!!! ‘ASCENSION’ DRIVES MICHAEL DOWN INTO THE HARD WOOD FLOORING, AND HE’S LAID OUT! GOODNESS! DRAKE WAS ABLE TO STAY ONE STEP AHEAD OF THE CHALLENGER!
Jake Mercer: DAMN!
(Drake rises calmly, adjusting his clothes. Michael remains unconscious beneath him. There is little motion in the self-proclaimed God’s expression; a cant of the head taken as he views the man who sought to harm him. He can only chuckle.)
Drake King: To be God means to be all-seeing and all-knowing, Michael—and I know you far too well now. If this is your approach… then you will only be walking right into your personal Hell come Territorial Invasion.
(He eyes the altar one more time.)
Drake King: Then again, you were always destined for that end, weren’t you?
(Blood comes trickling from Michael’s forehead. Drake watches the small pool of blood seep out onto the floor. It nears his feet before he walks away.)
Stew-O: What a harrowing sight! Michael Machina is out! And this time, Drake King is the one who gets to have the last laugh! Will the challenger be already for next Dynasty, or Territorial Invasion, for that matter?
(And the final shot pans out overhead on Michael Machina before the live transmission for Friday Night Dynasty ends.)
(EAW logo buzzes…)
